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JANUARY TDM
After tumbling through shadow you find yourself in a shrouded, ruined garage. It’s full of shattered windows and broken mechanical equipment; watch out for shards on the floor, in between the strange symbols scrawled into the ground. Outside the daylight is fading; night is rolling in, and there’s just a few dying lights flickering on and off. It’s going to be hard to see in here and avoid bumping into things and people, if you don’t get outside soon.
Beyond the rundown garage is an overgrown gas station surrounded by thick, wetland forest. Starlight is streaming through the trees, along with light from a broken moon. The one thing that isn’t overgrown with plants is a large Convoy of vehicles, parked right underneath the station canopy.
01: START UP
The Convoy looks like a cross between a semi truck and a train; there’s no one at the front, but there’s still power humming through the entire Convoy. It’s also the most hospitable thing in sight. Why not make yourself at home a little? You just have to chase that eerie, empty feeling since there’s no one else present.
Alternately, there are the cars scattered around the Convoy; all of them in better shape than the gas station. And some of them looking and feeling almost like they might belong to you. That feeling is only increased, when you see there’s a key to the car nearby. Perhaps the key is already in the ignition, on the dashboard… It may have even been on your person, ever since you woke up in that garage. Either way, you have the keys to the vehicle now.
…But there’s a few rough edges on these vehicles. Flat tires, cracked windows and mirrors, maybe some stuck doors and locks; all of them the sort of thing that requires two pairs of hands and supplies. The garage can take care of the supplies… Now it’s just a matter of finding some extra hands.
Alternately, there are the cars scattered around the Convoy; all of them in better shape than the gas station. And some of them looking and feeling almost like they might belong to you. That feeling is only increased, when you see there’s a key to the car nearby. Perhaps the key is already in the ignition, on the dashboard… It may have even been on your person, ever since you woke up in that garage. Either way, you have the keys to the vehicle now.
…But there’s a few rough edges on these vehicles. Flat tires, cracked windows and mirrors, maybe some stuck doors and locks; all of them the sort of thing that requires two pairs of hands and supplies. The garage can take care of the supplies… Now it’s just a matter of finding some extra hands.
02: RUIN EXPLORATION
The ruined gas station and garage are the only man-made structures around, and have seen better days. The store still holds packaged food, and tepid drinks of all sorts. The garage has old mechanical equipment for working on cars, along with that strange summoning circle.
There's also a giant tree bursting through the gas station roof. And clinging to its branches, half melted into the surface, are metallic bodies. Graffiti is spray painted onto the tree, reading ‘avoid the Husks.’
Those who ignore the warning and get closer hear a faint hum coming off those bodies. It’s almost like whispers, though it’s impossible to make out any clear words. Some Husks are clutching supplies in metal fists. For a few unlucky new arrivals, those Husks might even be holding the keys to their vehicles.
Making direct contact with the Husks intensifies the hum, and the whispers begin to form into pained cries, and give the impression of something rummaging through their thoughts; trying to pry out things that hurt Drifters, and reflecting those hurtful things on the bodies of the Husks for anyone to see.
There's also a giant tree bursting through the gas station roof. And clinging to its branches, half melted into the surface, are metallic bodies. Graffiti is spray painted onto the tree, reading ‘avoid the Husks.’
Those who ignore the warning and get closer hear a faint hum coming off those bodies. It’s almost like whispers, though it’s impossible to make out any clear words. Some Husks are clutching supplies in metal fists. For a few unlucky new arrivals, those Husks might even be holding the keys to their vehicles.
Making direct contact with the Husks intensifies the hum, and the whispers begin to form into pained cries, and give the impression of something rummaging through their thoughts; trying to pry out things that hurt Drifters, and reflecting those hurtful things on the bodies of the Husks for anyone to see.
03: MONSTER ATTACK
The night grows darker, and the shadows grow deeper. And from those shadows comes the glint of something moving across the Husks, rippling over the metal… And breaking it apart in a flurry of too sharp claws and teeth. That’s when the radio chooses to come on in another mess of static.
Be careful- Keep your fear and rage in check- Calls the monsters- We need the shield up-
The warning comes too late as monsters arrive. Some human-like but with razor teeth mouths that stretch from face to groin; others resembling alligators with bloated proportions and jaws that spit lightning; and still others where the vegetation has come to life, sporting thorn covered appendages.
The Pisaca monsters act as shock troopers, wearing the Convoy down with venomous bites and debilitating howls, before the heavy and brutish alligators bull in, using their bulk and electric attacks to obliterate what’s left. The capparwires scurry in the periphery, taking cheap shots with thorny vines and sparking electricity where they can. It’s a task to keep the monsters at bay until the generator fires up. Especially when one last enemy makes an appearance…
Be careful- Keep your fear and rage in check- Calls the monsters- We need the shield up-
The warning comes too late as monsters arrive. Some human-like but with razor teeth mouths that stretch from face to groin; others resembling alligators with bloated proportions and jaws that spit lightning; and still others where the vegetation has come to life, sporting thorn covered appendages.
The Pisaca monsters act as shock troopers, wearing the Convoy down with venomous bites and debilitating howls, before the heavy and brutish alligators bull in, using their bulk and electric attacks to obliterate what’s left. The capparwires scurry in the periphery, taking cheap shots with thorny vines and sparking electricity where they can. It’s a task to keep the monsters at bay until the generator fires up. Especially when one last enemy makes an appearance…
03-A: MIRRORMIC
There's as a metallic shiver along one of the remaining Husks, and a strange ringing whisper in the ears. The next moment, the Husk breaks open in a gleaming pool of quicksilver. That quicksilver catches reflections, and molds itself into a darker copy of a Drifter.
The mirror monster whispers faults and secrets at the reflected Drifter, and anyone close by. It tries to goad Drifters into an attack. And when struck, the mirror monster plays its second trick; whatever damage it takes is reflected back onto the Drifter as a transformation. An injury to the arm transforms the Drifter's arm, and so on.
It's possible to banish this monster through direct lights shone on it from a car, flashlight, or magic… But such action needs to be swift, before the Mirrormic completely changes its Drifter.
03-B: BOMBADGY BOMBARDMENT
Before, during and even a little after the monster attack, there’s an extra presence scurrying around the vehicles, snuffling and barking when startled. A band of chunky, raccoon-esque monsters known as the bombadgy are raiding anything that looks like it could be food storage… And this includes vehicles!
The bombadgy’s claws are deft and sharp with tearing through windows and door seams. These creatures are a touch skittish and won’t attack unless provoked. They also can expel a flammable gas… And this means they can explode if sufficiently spooked or stressed. This also means that they can be treated as living bombs, and be lobbed at other threats if needed.
04: WIND DOWN
During the monster attack, there’s changes gripping the Convoy, and especially the people in it. It might feel like your control is getting worn away by the second… At least until something in the trucks starts to whirr to life. It’s a soft enough noise, little more than a hum as something blooms out of the engines. It fast turns into a shield that envelops the Convoy in a shimmering, glowing dome.
And while it might not be enough to reverse those changes, it can at least stop them from growing any worse. Give you a moment of breathing space to adjust to everything that’s happened, and give you some measure of clarity and control. There’s time to breathe and mend now. Take stock of one’s injuries and changes.
But there’s a few strange surprises still waiting, it seems. Because the corpses of the monsters begin to disintegrate, like they are bleeding out motes of sickly light. Light that you quickly absorb; it has the side effect of lessening pain, even mending wounds… Though it might make you feel a bit off. Maybe a little more excitable, maybe a little more irritable, or maybe expressing a certain odd psychological quirk. Still, that sudden surge should pass in about an hour or so; just need to keep it together until then. Perhaps with a little company.
And while it might not be enough to reverse those changes, it can at least stop them from growing any worse. Give you a moment of breathing space to adjust to everything that’s happened, and give you some measure of clarity and control. There’s time to breathe and mend now. Take stock of one’s injuries and changes.
But there’s a few strange surprises still waiting, it seems. Because the corpses of the monsters begin to disintegrate, like they are bleeding out motes of sickly light. Light that you quickly absorb; it has the side effect of lessening pain, even mending wounds… Though it might make you feel a bit off. Maybe a little more excitable, maybe a little more irritable, or maybe expressing a certain odd psychological quirk. Still, that sudden surge should pass in about an hour or so; just need to keep it together until then. Perhaps with a little company.
05: CAMP
A screen in the Convoy flickers to life. The image isn't visible through a snowfield of static. Same with the audio:
“Still… Alive? Good. Connection- Can’t hear you. Can't talk. Convoy will- take you closer to Nirvana.”
After that, the connection is dropped, leaving a collection of text:
I’m sorry. I have no answers for you. But you’re still alive. You’re not as broken as the rest of the world. When the sun rises, this Convoy and all the cars around it will start moving North towards Nirvana. If you want answers, and to stay as close to human as you can… I suggest you stay with the Convoy. Good luck.
A last alert flashes across the screen: “TESTING LOCAL NETWORK CONNECTION.” And then… Music starts to play on the speakers. Mellow guitar and brass music that’s at odds with all the weird that’s happened recently, but perhaps just the thing to relax to.
“Still… Alive? Good. Connection- Can’t hear you. Can't talk. Convoy will- take you closer to Nirvana.”
After that, the connection is dropped, leaving a collection of text:
I’m sorry. I have no answers for you. But you’re still alive. You’re not as broken as the rest of the world. When the sun rises, this Convoy and all the cars around it will start moving North towards Nirvana. If you want answers, and to stay as close to human as you can… I suggest you stay with the Convoy. Good luck.
A last alert flashes across the screen: “TESTING LOCAL NETWORK CONNECTION.” And then… Music starts to play on the speakers. Mellow guitar and brass music that’s at odds with all the weird that’s happened recently, but perhaps just the thing to relax to.
MICRO ENCOUNTERS:
PLEASE NOTE! These are small bits of set dressing for players to include in threads if they wish, rather than full fledged prompts or events. You may handwave your exploration of these areas, or thread them out.
Race Track: There’s a race track that winds around the gas station! It’s a bit threadbare in places and little more than a mossy and muddy trail. But it’s still a race track that weaves under and over trees, and seems like a good place to test new wheels.
Gone Fishing: The gas station area eventually turns into the start of a swamp; that explains where the alligators came from. It may be possible to do a little bit of fishing, though the fish are just as weird as everything else. Still edible though. Swimming in the swamp is not advised. The alligator monsters and fish tend to bite back.
Spray Paint Messages: The paint on the trees and gas station is starting to fade and wash out, but can still be legible; most of it contains messages warning about the end of the world, prayers to the heavens for mercy, and dire warnings about husks and something called “moon warps.”
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[ The last thing Blake remembers, she and her team were on the back of a trailer making their way through a snowstorm. Duty had been a heavy weight on their shoulders, but Blake had been so exhausted after the attack at the farmhouse that she'd slipped off to sleep-- at least, she thinks she did. It's the only explanation for why she wakes up in a broken-down garage.
For a dream, it feels alarmingly real.
Blake's pretty sure that numb shock is the only thing that's keeping her on her feet --that, and a healthy appetite for fantasy novels, some of which include apocalyptic scenarios and provide a general structure for what one should do when one finds oneself in an empty, half-destroyed garage with nobody else around. She grabs a plastic bag from behind the counter and stuffs some food from the shelves in there, what she can only guess are tourist t-shirts, and some cans of drink that have probably long since lost their carbonation. There, she makes her way outside, footsteps near silent despite the broken glass underfoot.
Outside is a massive convoy, but she only has eyes for one vehicle in particular. She slips into the driver's seat, finds the keys in the glove box, gets back out and circles it. The back says it's a Volkswagen Camper, in split purple and white, with four seats in two rows up the front, and the back two rows taken out to make a sizeable empty space.
So caught up in examining the cracks in a window, Blake startles badly when she realizes someone has approached her from behind. Feline ears flat with shock on the top of her head, she whirls, one hand reaching back to find the hilt of the short katana sheathed on her back. Weary, golden-yellow eyes narrow to take in the stranger. ]
Where did you come from? Did you-- did you wake up in that garage, too?
[ It's not long before the monsters attack, and Blake's almost relieved. This, at least, is familiar territory.
They're not Grimm, so she doesn't know what to expect, exactly. There are weird little plant things, and things that look like people but with teeth everywhere -- Blake hesitates to shoot that one for so long that it nearly gets her, because the monsters back home aren't human-shaped like that -- and things that she thinks might resemble racoons scurrying in the distance. She's been doing her best to keep the monsters away from the convoy, and the people that are slowly gathering there--
A few cars down, something that looks like an alligator is rapidly barrelling toward someone with their back turned.
Blake sets her heels against the ground and takes off with a sound like a gunshot, sprinting forward. She unsheathes her weapon, and flicks it forward to convert it to grapple form, an L-shaped blade attached to a gun that she throws forward, the ribbon grapple winding around the alligator-monster's thick neck. It roars, and Blake yanks sharply on the ribbon, propelling herself forward to plant both heels in the alligator's snout. It flips to the ground, dazed, but not yet down. Blake recovers her weapon with a tug of the ribbon, and puts herself between the stranger and the monster, gun aimed at its head. ]
Watch out-- these things spit lightning. And I don't even know what else.
[ The second it gets up, Blake starts pelting it with bullets, mouth set in a grim line. ]
[ Somewhere in all the action, Blake noticed that she has fangs now.
One could be forgiven for assuming she always did. The black feline ears on top of her head have always been there, but the fangs are definitely new, and Blake has to keep stopping herself from sticking a finger in her mouth to feel them. The change is at once both alarming and also not the most shocking thing that's happened to her tonight, so, Blake doesn't really know how to feel about it.
On one hand, she just got more cat-like. That's okay. On the other hand... mysterious world, convoy of vehicles, strange monsters.
Yeah, mysterious fangs aren't high on her priority list.
What ranks much higher is helping people in the wake of the attack. Blake hadn't been able to find a med kit or anything, but from what she can tell-- it seems like most of the people here don't have an aura. Where she's from, trained combatants can harness their energy to protect themselves from injury for a while, but going by the minor scrapes and cuts people have... it means they're not from Remnant. Which is kind of mind-blowing.
What she does have are maybe-tourist-maybe-employee t-shirts she found in the back of the garage, torn into strips. And when she comes across someone that looks like they're nursing a wound, Blake volunteers: ]
Can I help?
[ She sounds tentative, expression cautious and reserved. She doesn't exactly do well with strangers, but helping people is what she was training for, so. ]
I don't have much, but these can work as bandages, if you need them. Were you attacked?
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The fact that by the end of the night she's gonna have similar...]Yep. You had a key to one of these vehicles in your pocket, and it's missing some parts and the reference for the formula that powers it, I'm guessing?
[... Well, she's sorta blunt.]
... Right. I'm Rita Mordio, by the way.
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Weirdly enough, neither of those happen? ]
I found mine in the glove compartment, actually.
[ Oh, and-- ]
I'm-- Blake.
[ She falters a little, unsure, but eventually lowers her hand from her sword's hilt. Whoever Rita Mordio is, she doesn't look like she's gearing up to attack. Either she only wants to talk, or she's incredibly good at hiding her intention. Is Blake maybe being a little paranoid? Maybe. When she next speaks, it with an edge of dryness. ]
Well, I've never woken up in a completely different place before. How about you?
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[Rita sighs a bit.]
So, we're not on Terca Lumereis, is what I'm saying. Which probably means no Mana for me to build formulas off of. Which means I gotta figure out the local equivalent and hope it's less of a danger than Aer turned out to be.
[And no she won't think to explain ANY of these unexplained. Great. Teen genius type.]
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[That's convenient, isn't it? Someone armed. Someone competent. That should make up for Akechi's lack of proper weaponry. He's had to rely largely on Persona abilities, but the drain to his stamina has clearly left him sloppier than he cares to admit.
Not that he has much of a choice. Pisaca are immune to Eigaon, so it's much more practical to use the one other skill carried over to this godforsaken place.
He flashes a feral smirk as acknowledgement, drawing a breath.]
The Pisaca are immune to Curse skills, and in my experience, like to make the air rancid, so they can more easily put you to sleep. That being said... Hereward!
[An almost spectral archer materializes above him.]
Some crowd control would likely do us some good.
[And so his Persona launches an arrow that explodes into a bright, glowing orb of energy that sweeps over at least some of the crowd.
However, once the spell fades, sweat trickles down his face, and his breathing grows heavy. Powerful and practical as Megidolaon is, it's a high cost spell, especially when you're lacking in restoratives.]
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She drops her hand from where she'd lifted it to shield her eyes against the bright flare of light, eyes narrowed. The alligator thing -- he'd called it a Pisaca? -- is slumped over on the ground, dead, and some of the weird little plants things that had been hanging around in the distance is gone, too.
Blake shoots him a look, measuring, and then crouches down next to the Pisaca to examine it. Her bullets had had an impact, but the thick hide of the thing meant they'd hadn't penetrated very far. Next time, she'll use her swords. ]
Pisaca? [ She repeats, thoughtful, wary. ] How do you know what they are? Are you from this place?
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[Best to clarify, given the more reptilian threat she just downed.
He takes a moment to stare down at it, wiping sweat off his forehead. Perhaps some soft drinks could at least give him a bit more energy to draw from, but they're generally so low in SP restoration.
But no matter. He moves closer to the alligator as well, now that it's been eliminated.]
These are a bit of an unknown by comparison. Certainly nothing I had encountered prior to this world, and much too durable to fend off with crowbars and rusty pipes.
[Sadly the only weapons he's been able to make do with, and his eyes narrow at that fact.]
But you did well in dispatching it, especially given its elemental affinity.
[A Persona user could certainly take a shock, but it's difficult to say how her durability compares...]
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It doesn't take a step back but the closer she gets the stiffer it is, and when she's within the one-meter range it says, very abruptly;]
I don't need bandages, the leaking stopped.
[It's looking mostly in her direction, more focused on the strips of fabric in her hands than her face, or those ears of hers. It also looks like it just swallowed something sour. Great start, SecUnit.]
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If only people from other worlds had auras. It seems like they don't, so Blake's automatically a hundred times more concerned about their safety. Just how squishy must be they be? ]
If it starts again, and you can't find any other bandages, come find me.
[ She should leave, here, but Blake bites back a sigh instead, fighting exhaustion. She'd already been exhausted back home; this bizarre sequence of events has just made it worse. But she's been trained to push through this kind of weakness, and she's been awake for far longer periods. She'll just have to deal. Until she can find a place to sleep, she may as well keep asking questions. ]
This might seem like a dumb question. [ Blake hesitates, one arm folding over her middle. ] Did you... wake up in a broken garage too? Are you missing some things?
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[Is it possible for a confirmation to sound any less like a promise? Well - okay, probably not, because SecUnit isn't actually trying to sound sarcastic about it, it's trying to give just enough response that this human will not feel obligated to start worrying about it.
It's used, barely, to its own humans worrying about it. Concern from strangers? When it's got so visible a sign of something being inhuman with it as the arm, and when it's spent so much of that fight doing things that tag it as a SecUnit, and a rogue? Wary is a word for how it's feeling right now. So it's happy to get back to that patrolling - except for that question. It can imagine ART yelling at it about acknowledgement and human psychology and it doesn't even need that to know what the proper response here is. So it turns back to face her.]
You mean the structure with the strange design on the floor? Yes. [The second part, though... a touch of that brusqueness has returned to its voice in answering that.] Missing what.
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I-if its not too much trouble.
[His eyes go to her ears for a moment but only one. Things were crazy enough right now for that not to be an issue. He hadn't noticed it yet but he was sporting a non-human feature as well, a black dog-like nose.]
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He's sitting, so she crouches down next to him on his wounded side, examining the injury. ]
It'd be best if we get this clean before we wrap it. Here, I've got--
[ She digs into the plastic bag hanging off her arm, and comes up with a bottle of water. Carefully, Blake starts wetting one of the makeshift bandages. They're probably not totally sterile, but they're a lot better than the dirty cloth this guy was trying to use. ]
What attacked you? One of those things had a venomous bite, the ones that look human with all the teeth? If that's what got you, we need to be really careful about we monitor your symptoms, because I have no idea that venom will affect you, if so.
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[He had scrapes with all the monster types attacking, but most of it had been healed when that light happened.]
What sort of symptoms did those cause?
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ruin exploration
Leo's been picking his way through the convoy, wishing Donnie were here for... well, for lots of reasons, but specific to this thought because Donnie would know which vehicle is best and exactly how to fix it up. Leo knows how to drive but he knows nothing about mechanics; he can't even change a tire. He always relied on his brother for that...
So the sight of another person had been both a relief and a concern. Maybe she knows where they are and what happens now. Or maybe she's an enemy. But when she speaks, it sounds like she's as confused as he is. Well, at least it's not just him.
He doesn't take offense that she reached for her weapon. He has his own strapped over his shell, after all.]
Yeeep. I was hoping you knew about it, but I'm guessing you don't.
[He just lets the question of where he came from before the garage slip past.]
hell yes now these two can nerd out about katanas 🙏
Blake, who comes from an entire ethnic group of people that all have an animal feature, is absolutely stumped by this person's appearance for about three seconds before she forces herself to get over it. Maybe he's just a Faunus with a really, really obvious animal trait! Sure! That's definitely it! (That's probably not it.)
Either way, the more important thing here is that he doesn't look like he's going to attack her. Slowly, she parts her hand from her sword's hilt, looking faintly abashed. She wishes she could stop being so jumpy, but it's just gotten worse, not better. Winding up in a weird garage with a weird convoy outside hasn't exactly helped. ]
No. I wish I did, but I'm just as in the dark as you are.
[ Blake breathes out a short sigh, but comes up with a faint, wry smile. ]
I'm Blake. I'm... guessing you're not from Remnant?
swords swords swords!!
She confirms that she doesn't know any more than he does, and he tries not to be disappointed. He expected that, after all, but it still would have been nice to get some clarification!
Whatever, it's fiiine. He'll figure it out. Eventually.]
Remnant...? Uuuuh... never heard of it. [He goes ahead and admits that.] I'm from Earth - New York City.
[Maybe Remnant is just... some place he hasn't heard of? She has cat ears, so maybe she's a yokai? But she looks a little too human to be a yokai...]
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It's only in the heat of battle that she realizes that Blake is there defending someone else too and that brings a bright smile to her face as she moves to join her friend, taking out Crescent Rose and firing a few shots to back up her teammate.]
I know, isn't it awesome!?
They're so gross!
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No, she's extraordinarily grateful to have a teammate here.
With one final bullet, the alligator thing goes down. And unlike Grimm, its body just sort of... stays there. Slumped over, dead. Not dissolving into ash or goop or anything. ]
Gross is... one word for it. The human shaped things with teeth are even worse.
[ Blake shoots an amused little smile at Ruby, edged with her clear relief. ]
I guess you woke up in that garage too? I thought it was just me.
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She keeps an eye out for any other creatures coming toward them. Crescent Rose still at the ready and picking off anything she can a distance.]
Tell me about it- It almost makes me with we were stuck in the cellar with the apathy again. Almost.
[She catches that smile from Blake, and returns with a grin of her own. ...Then notices that Blake's hair is longer than it was the last time she saw it. That's weird.
Then again her hair was styled pretty definitely than what Blake had last saw too.]
Yeah- I was kind of doing my best not to freak about that. It's not really the leaderly thing to do, you know?
Was there hairstylist in there or something? Did you get extensions?
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Plus, his healing spell seems more busy with mending his burns and bruises than with staunching the bleeding.]
"...Yeah. I ended up getting in over my head with some of those fights. And I-"
[He keeps trying to cover his changed ear with his hand. So seeing those shirts feels like a god-send to him, tacky as they might be.]
"I could really use one of those bandages, if you're handing them out."
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Never has she seen a person with just one animal ear. Oh, sure, she's seen plenty of Faunus that have had serious injuries to their animal aspects, including cut off ears and tails, but the other ear looks totally human.
Huh. ]
Of course. Here, take as many as you need.
[ Blake holds out a few rolls; she'd done her best to rolls them neatly, but they're still just strips of t-shirt masqueraring as bandages, so. There's only so much she could do. ]
If you need help, I'm pretty good at wrapping wounds.
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[He considers a handful of improvised bandages. Never had to dress his wounds with cloth in striped sunset colors, and with the phrase 'Stay Strange!' on them. But... He's not about to complain, especially since it lets him hide some of that change.
Akihiko does his best to wind the fabric across his head, keeping his face uncovered. It's not too different from the bandage he was sporting before; similar angle. Just a lot bigger. And, he quickly discovers, a lot more cumbersome. He struggles with tying it off.]
"Think I'm going to need some extra hands for this."
[He finally admits, looking up to her for some help-
Which is of course when he notices the ears. He's going to try VERY hard not to stare.]
"...They got you too?"
[Instead, he's going to focus on rushing to the wrong conclusion.]
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damn. she wishes she had noticed the cat ears' movements before, now, though, having written them off as an accessory. she's sure she might have gone undetected if she'd known to account for stronger hearing.
batgirl rises to her feet and drops to the ground, cape pooling around her shoulders once she lands. it still doesn't feel right to be wearing this again, not yet, but until she knows what she's dealing with, it still feels safest. as she draws up to her full height again, the faceless batgirl still stands a good few inches shorter than the stranger in front of her. ]
In that garage. [ she repeats the words, nodding once. it's a young woman's voice, scratchy and raspy at the edges. she raises both gloved hands briefly in a mollifying gesture, allowing a glimpse at the gold outline of a bat on her suit's chest, before letting her cape envelop her again. batman would press, see if this strange girl with the stranger weapon knows anything, so she considers it briefly. much more likely, though, they're in the same boat. a different angle, then. ]
Found a pair of keys. A bike. You?
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It's only once the girl manages to get through a few words that it becomes clear she's not intending to attack, so Blake slowly lets her hand drop from the hilt of her sword. Still angled subtly, though, one foot forward, firmly planted, just in case.
The question makes her roll her eyes. She gestures back over her shoulder at the purple and white lumbering rectangle of a campervan she'd found the keys to. Of all the vehicles she could have wound up with, she has no idea why she gets this one, but... it had called to her, sort of. ]
I got this thing. I'm a little jealous of all the people getting cool motorbikes, actually.
[ But at least it'll be useful if she ever needs to store and transport a lot of stuff? Also, she'll stay dry if it rains. That's a bonus.
She wraps an arm about her middle, self-conscious, but aims for a lighter tone. It's more than a little strained, but marginally successful nonetheless. ]
Well, this is officially my first time being in another world, because from the look of that garage, I'm definitely not in Remnant anymore. How about you?
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... Second. Sort of. Last time was... nothing like this. [ an airy, humorless little chuckle. the absurdity of the whole situation is starting to get to cassandra a little, even as she is now. ]
Any idea... what they want from us? [ it doesn't come out like a detective looking for information. she doubts this woman knows much, either. but every breath, microexpression, muscular twitch screams of something that she can't help but try to trust. ]
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