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Lunar Interlude 3
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![]() ![]() 1. NEW RECLAIMERSA. WELCOME WAGON For the 14 of you who will be arriving today, the story is the same: though you may not remember it, there was a moment where you were living out your life, at home or wherever you were ... and then there was the moment the Hunger came. And amid the television static that is your memory of that moment, a hand reached out to you, beckoning your escape as the tendrils of darkness destroyed everything that ever existed about your world. "Would you hurry this up, please? Your world no longer stands a chance. Come with me, we are the last bastions of hope for all universes everywhere. And we're going to need you." And then, unceremoniously, you are dragged through the universal wringer and plopped down on the soft, though not quite cushioned, grass of the Moon Base Quad. You're not alone, either. Along with the newest members of the Bureau, in a fashion probably not unlike this, there are people waiting here for you. People who wanted to see the heroes the Director has managed to bring in this time. People who are excited to see what you're capable of. You have a few minutes to talk with each other — or maybe lob a few questions at the impromptu welcoming committee, or any of the older Reclaimers who may happen to be nearby. But before long, you're whisked away to a different area of the Moon Base. B. THE VOIDFISH ![]() And in a few moments, you're about to find that out for yourself. After a tightly packed elevator ride, your group is ushered out to a rather grand looking hall, banners of the Bureau of Balance adorn both sides of smooth metal walls. And inside the Voidfish's chamber stands a tank — impossibly tall, and soaked in a black ink that obscures whatever the tank may be holding. You may notice a melody, someone playing the violin. It's a bard, on his third round of introducing Reclaimers to the Voidfish. When he's finished, he pulls out a few pieces of paper — sheet music — opens a drawer at the bottom of the tank, drops the papers in, and shuts it. And suddenly, it seems you've forgotten everything that may have been ironic about that melody. If you seem alarmed, the bard takes notice of it. "Yeah, man, like... don't think too hard about it, it's like that every time. I'm guessing you're here to be inoculated? Just a heads up, you might want to, like, seriously, hold your nose while you drink it down. It tastes wicked gross, man." You sort of get the sense that he's said this speech once or twice in the past. It's well rehearsed, much like the stories you'd expect a bard to be able to recite. "Anyway, I'm supposed to tell you that you have a choice. If you drink the black stuff, you'll be able to hear through the, uh... Huh, how do I describe it? Through the [TSHCSCHTSHCHSC] sound. You guys like, hear that? Anyway, it's all about knowledge or something. I don't know, I'm just here to, like, feed the thing. We call it the [TSCHHSCHSCH], by the way. So, like. You get a choice. You can drink it and understand stuff, or not drink it and then hear that crackling noise all day every day. If I were you, I'd drink it. But, hey man, I'm not like, your dad or anything." The bard takes five cups and draws liquid from a spigot connected directly to the basin of the large tank. Stormy, muddy looking ichor is drawn into them, one by one. He offers each of you a sip. Drink it (he wasn't kidding about what it tasted like), and you're inoculated to the wisdom of the Voidfish. You try to remember the song this bard played a few moments ago and the melody, the meter, every octave, all come back to you. And if you think back to your arrival, some of the things you may have heard other people in the Quad say, that simply sounded like static, are suddenly clear. Bureau of Balance. Grand Relic. Reclaimers. Yet you still can't remember the Hunger or what it had done to your world. And as you look back to the tank in front of you, the water has become clear. There's a jellyfish, as tall as a building, floating within. You look into the body of the creature and you can almost make out a beautiful, tiny universe floating within it. 2. THE TEST OF INITIATION![]() With your new knowledge on the Bureau of Balance and your purpose here in tow, you are led without hesitation to the Arena, where the final phase of your initiation into the Bureau will be held. You are partnered up, whether it is with someone you drank the ichor of the Voidfish with, or perhaps even a veteran Reclaimer, who either stopped by to help, or simply out of curiosity. After the proctor confiscates your weapons for the test, the room you are placed in is stark white — it sort of gives off the vibe that it was supposed to do something other than look so sterile once upon a time, but for whatever reason, that function is lost. With a sound similar to an airlock, the door is shut behind you, and the outline disappears, the lines of the door frame magically filled in with the rest of the wall. Your task here is to escape. You are provided with the following tools: ○ A small flatware set from the café. Two forks, two spoons, two butter knives Seriously, don't use the crowbar — the purpose of this test is to assess your ability to find a solution outside of the most obvious one. The purpose of this test is to determine if you are capable of resisting the call of a Grand Relic. Use your wits. Use the path actions granted to you when you arrived. Use any ideas your partner has. But do not use the crowbar. 3. NEWBIES AND VETERANS, AROUND THE MOONBASEA. I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN The Reclaimers were already sort of elevated to a certain level in the Bureau, as The Director's chosen few, the ones who were ultimately tasked with saving everyone, and the ones the rest of the Moon base is charged with assisting. And now that the Reclaimers have successfully brought home two Grand Relics, they're ... starting to become something of household names. Moon Base names? The next time you wander into town — an old Reclaimer veteran or a brand new face — you may very well be accosted by a well-meaning, if curious admirer. And they have questions: Did you get to hold the Grand Relic? Is it true that you took out a sandworm by tricking it into tying itself in a knot? Can they see your weapon? Would you spar with them sometime? Maybe they're not quite this annoying. But still annoying. You may need the assistance of another Reclaimer to escape from this wholesome new Adoring Fan of yours. B. MALFUNCTION Resting on the Moon Base is your time to catch up. Maybe there's someone you didn't spend a lot of time with in the Netheril. Maybe you're new, and you're still working on meeting as many of your fellow Reclaimers as possible. Which is fair. These are the people you will have to cooperate with for the foreseeable future, so it's best that you get to know them as well as possible, right? And then, one day, your Bracer buzzes with a message: Hello! Not all that curiously, the message appears to come from a username that you recognize. Whoever it is, it's another Reclaimer — one that you know well. Much more curiously, the message is followed by an odd beeping, and a perhaps familiar two-toned sound of something shutting down. And when you try to message your friend back, you may find that: For the next 24 hours, your bracer's translator feature is broken. You will not be able to understand Common — and when you speak, you won't be translated into Common. Have fun with that! And yeah, that probably wasn't actually your friend messaging you. Add another mystery to your list of weird phenomena that needs addressing. C. POWERING DOWN This is meant to be a few weeks of rest while the rest of the Bureau prepares for your next mission. The Director, however, believes that this free time should be used to better oneself however they might see fit, and she certainly won't stop anybody who'd like to spend time in the areas they've visited previously — and any new Reclaimers who would like to learn a little more about Faerun. Grab a pal and try these options, both on the Moon Base and beyond, on for size: ![]() ○ Stop Dying 101: Also known as Fatalistic Fauna, and Danger Sense to channel your inner barbarian. This is a class that was introduced after the first field mission that offers instruction on basic survival strategies when up against the more inhospitable areas of Faerun. The class is open to everyone, but if you have died at least once during the course of Balance, attendance is mandatory (Unless you're an old bird who was talked into teaching a class instead). Yes, that means you, Komaeda! D. THE MOON IS YOUR SPACE OYSTER (WILDCARD) There are plenty of other locations around the Moon Base that you can explore at your own discretion. Feel free to refer to the Settings page for more ideas on what shenanigans you can get into. Additionally, we'll be fielding Bender rolls again this month! If a food item was destroyed in a failed roll previously, you may roll to try to fix it. Bear in mind, of course, that you may make it worse. Successful food rolls will stay in place at this time, and can be utilized how you like. Keep in mind that only one magical effect can be in place at a time. blurb code by photosynthesis |
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He probably shouldn’t have encouraged him. Because, really when you think about it, shit-talking a wall doesn’t make any sense at all. In fact, it’s completely stupid. Izuku feels a little guilty for encouraging the whole thing, so he goes over and picks up the spoon and tries to make himself useful. But it’s not working.
With a sigh, he goes over and starts examining the chemistry kit. Do you learn chemistry in hero school? WHO KNOWS. But he’s off and mumbling about it either way.
Imagine all his mutterings just filling the air in the closed off room…]
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SHUT THE FUCK UP! STOP YOUR CREEPY-ASS MUMBLING, YOU DAMN NERD!
[He stomps over, grabbing the chemistry kit and ripping it open so he can get all the supplies out before flipping the box over to look at what's inside.
..there's no nitroglycerin, which of course is what he specializes in, but he at least knows a little bit about chemicals otherwise. Not enough to make a bomb out of what they have.. but..]
....lets just mix this shit together and see what we get outta it.
[ITS SCIENCE TIME WITH BAKUGO AND DEKU]
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[He leans over to hold the box, not take it from Bakugo, but to hold it steady so he can read. Then he takes the ingredients and starts mixing them together with purpose.]
If we can make a small explosion, we might be able to break damage the lock enough to break it.
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If I had my fucking Quirk I could make an explosion big enough to tear this entire damn room down.
[He lets go of the box, so the other teen can take it and steps to the side a little, crossing his arms over his chest.]
Do your fucking magic then, Deku. Hurry up.
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Is knowing how to use this really a sort of magic? Is it a bard thing? It was like I suddenly was able to figure it out.
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[Bakugo scoffs, and he walks over to lean against the wall as he watches Deku work.]
I don't have it, because I don't need it but I've heard of it. Makes it so you're a goddamn genius with shit you usually aren't.. which is everything for you. Ya' damn moron.
[ignore him hes just grumpy because he doesnt get to make explosions]
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[Kacchan is good at almost everything he tries. He tilts his head thoughtfully as he mixes up a powder into a bright liquid.]
Ah! Does this mean I'll be able to play a recorder?
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...are you seriously going to use a recorder on the battlefield?
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...But I've never tried any other instruments!
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You're a bigger idiot than I thought!
[The idea of Deku tooting away on a recorder while everyone fights around him is hilarious, and if they had arrived at the same time he would have enabled him to go for it but.. he knows things are more serious here. They have to take it at least a little bit seriously.]
If you've got that stupid ability you'll be able to play anything you get your grubby little hands on! Just try other instruments and see what fucking sticks, don't fucking settle for the first lame-ass fourth grader bullshit that comes to mind!
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[He fiddles around with the some of the chemicals, swishing them in the beaker experimentally.]
Maybe an electric guitar? Then I could play the "All Might Cartoon Show" theme! Ahh, but where would I even find one.
[He glances over at Bakugo.]
Kacchan is probably playing the drums right?
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The drum I have turns into a fucking grenade launcher.
[He mentions that in his usual neutral voice, with a scoff as he looks off towards the opposite wall.]
Electric guitar doesn't fit you even a little bit, shrimp. Pick somethin' else.
[Don't pick something so lame that he won't want to be in your party but also don't get full of yourself, okay.]
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[He trails off, feeling the tension in the air. So instead he goes quiet and finishes up with the chemistry set without saying anything more. He can't help feel like the universe is playing some sort of cosmic joke on him.
Finally, he finishes up, and there's a bubbling mixture that he pours on a sticky sort of gel that he's pressed to the side of the door. It starts to spark when they meet. He stands back and watches, trying not to glance at his friend.]
I guess I don't really know what I'll pick but... Just because we're from the same world doesn't mean we have to work together. We... You've already been here much longer than me and so I... I don't want to slow you down or anything.
[He figures he'll offer that out.]
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But then he hears him start to ramble off about not having to work together and his eyes narrow, shooting off a glare in Deku's direction. Slow him down? The fuck he means slow him down? He's got a better Quirk and he's the prodigy of the Hero they both admired since they were infants-- fucking. Slow down?]
...are you fucking with me.
[He pushes himself off the wall entirely, taking a few slow steps as he goes on.]
You've been following me around for twelve damn years, always going around saying "Kacchan, Kacchan"-- like a trail of fish poop I can't fucking get rid of and you're telling me we don't have to work together?
[He's less angry at the notion of Deku not wanting to work with him, but more about the fact that he was the one who suggested it. If anything, that should be his line.]
In case you've lost your fucking memory in the last five minutes, we're the only ones who are alive right now you goddamn nerd! It ain't a fucking race to see who can bring back an entire solar system-- I can't believe I have to be the one to fucking tell you that!
[For once.. he doesn't want a rivalry. He just wants to save everyone before it's too late.
He takes another step forward, grabbing the collar of Deku's shirt roughly as he raises his voice, practically screaming in his face as he does.]
We don't got a damn choice right now, so you better pick a good instrument or I'll fucking kill you before you can even toot one single shitty note on your little bitch recorder! Got it?!
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[He grabs Bakugo's hand to roughly shove it off. Even as Bakugo glares it him, he glares back. Just like they did back at Ground Beta, even though that was a literal lifetime ago now.]
I just... I just want us to work together. We're the only ones left alive! We might be all we have for the rest of forever! I may not know everything about this world but I am trying so just...
[Whoops he's crying now. Not that it's really unexpected. But it's probably kinda awkward.]
Can't we leave the past behind us? It's... it's gone now. There's nothing left of it anyway.
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It annoys him even more to have Deku say all that-- ask him to just forget everything that's happened between them because it's "all gone". Like hell it ain't. It's not gone until their world is permanently destroyed, and that's never going to happen as long as Bakugo's still kicking. No matter what, he's going to bring it back.
Even if it does mean having to work properly with Deku. He can handle that, he's been trying harder to work with others better, even Deku it just.. gets hard. Their personalities still clash way too much and it takes every fiber of his being not to just scream at him again.
Instead, he mulls over whether or not he should tell Deku something. Something.. kind of important, that might shine a better light on this whole thing. Just a little.]
...shut the fuck up, Deku.
[He offers that, while taking a step back from him and pointedly keeping his gaze towards a different wall to avoid having to look at his pathetic, crying expression.]
I never said I didn't want to work together-- I'm fucking telling you that we have to. As much as I'd rather gargle bleach than team up with your sorry ass again, we can't afford to fuck around here. This is serious shit, y'hear me?
[He looks back at the other teen, leveling a serious stare at his big, owlish eyes.]
I can't see colour anymore. I lost the ability to because I... fuck! I fucking fucked up big time, and an entire city was destroyed while I took a three day nap to recover! This ain't a goddamn game and I'm not looking to treat it like one, alright?!
[Bringing up such a serious mistake again.. it has him feeling all that shame and guilt rushing right back to his chest and he clenches his hands into tight fists by his side as he raise his voice again.]
So I'll fucking work with you! I'll fucking deal with it until I don't have to anymore so shut the fuck up already about slowing me down or causing me trouble just by being here-- you're pissing me off!
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He twists his fingers together and feeling sick as Kacchan explains. An entire city gone... Kacchan can't see color anymore. God, what even is this place? It takes a lot for him not to start crying again. He knows it would infuriate Kacchan to have him cry on his behalf.
He sniffs.]
I understand. I'm going to work as hard as I can to save everyone. No matter what it takes and... I know you will too. And I know you're not going to let anything like that happen again.
[He bites his lip debating if he can actually say what he wants to say without choking.]
...All Might said that if we work together, we could be an amazing team. We should try... for him. And everyone else.
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We can't do anything until we're out of this fucking room, so hurry it the fuck up so we can leave shitmunch!
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[He pulls back, clearly reading that Kacchan doesn't want to talk about this despite how much Izuku desperately doesn't want to deal with it all alone.
During their fight, whatever chemical reaction that Izuku had whipped up had gone off, breaking up the air seal in the room. He goes over to the door, pushes on it experimentally, then activates One for All to pull the door over and open.
Then he stands aside so Bakugo can exit, unsure of what to say at the moment.]
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It's a bit awkward, though. You'd expect them to just go their separate ways after a fight like that but like Deku he honestly doesn't want to deal with this alone, now that after two whole months of feeling suffocating survivor's guilt.. he actually has someone else to bear it with him.
But it's hard. It's hard to admit that kind of thing, or even act friendly for someone like Bakugo, but he sure as hell won't apologize either.
So, after a few awkward seconds of him staring at his drum he rolls his eyes with a sigh and turns around, knowing Deku was probably not likely to have wandered off on his own.]
Follow me, nerd. I'll show you what kinda shit you can do in this stupid place.
[If they're going to work together, he's going to make sure Deku isn't behind him for long.]
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He blinks when Kacchan addresses him and then smiles. He doesn't expect Kacchan to talk about his feelings. He's not really the sort and while he's come to realize maybe he doesn't understand his friend as much as he thought he did, he still is able to catch those idiosyncrasies of his better than almost anyone else.
Izuku moves forward, preparing to walk side by side with his friend, instead of following on his heels like he did for so many years.]
I've definitely wanted to learn more about this place. There's a lot going on here. I'm glad I came prepared for being shown around.
[HEY WHERE DID HE GET THAT NOTEBOOK. GOD ONLY KNOWS.]
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Hope you're prepared to be disappointed, because this place ain't a trip to Disneyland.
[He says that as he starts walking, not even bothering to tell Deku to walk behind him. He's grown past that, a little bit. Just enough to not care.]
And this ain't a tour, either. I'm not going to show you around all the restaurants and perfect places for photos-- I'm taking you to the training room so I can kick your ass.
[he wants to show deku his grenade launcher ok]
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I guess that's useful to know where it is. We'll probably be training pretty often.
[Did you threaten to kick his ass? Absolutely. But he's pretty much used to that by now so he's not really going to be worried about it. Just gonna jot down a few things in his notebook.]