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monstertruckers ([personal profile] monstertruckers) wrote in [community profile] memestertrucks2025-03-15 03:07 pm
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MARCH TDM




After tumbling through shadow you find yourself in a shrouded, ruined garage. It’s full of shattered windows and broken mechanical equipment, with all sorts of sharp edges to watch out for. Between that are strange symbols scrawled into the ground. Outside is cloudy weather and the beginnings of a storm flickering and rumbling.

Beyond the rundown garage is a rundown gas station surrounded by rolling, grassy hills. Close by is a Convoy of vehicles, either parked or driving up to station.


















01: SUMMONING CIRCLE


This time the summoning circle and car garage is attached to retro diner, and an old wind turbine, barely still spinning and providing fading power. There’s also a broken radio playing a message about Nirvana and imploring people to head north. In fact, there’s a large amount of broken electric equipment in here and spitting sparks.

A fan circles overhead, stirring those sparks and creating a breeze. Trails of paper are attached to the fan, spinning lazily about. If Drifters choose, they can easily retrieve those paper talismans with little more than a slight static shock. While the paper is tattered and smeared with ink and blood, the following can be made out: “Broken in two […] Nothing to lose-“ “Moon mourns, call her down, ease her pain-“ “Need […] Better vessels from afar. Stronger souls-“ “Imbue with moon sigils, Give blessings of moon, share her pain. Put the ritual right.”

Hard to say what that all means, but it seems to have something to do with the summoning circle here. And there’s lingering power crackling through the building. The sort that makes the lights flash and flicker… And line up eerily with flashes of thunder on the horizon.
02: START UP
New arrivals will have a similar experience to before; a Convoy waiting outside for them, and a collection of vehicles, one of which feels like it belongs to them. The key to the vehicle may already be in the ignition, on the dashboard… It may have even been on their person, ever since they woke up in that garage. Either way, Drifters 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 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.


03: STORM WARNING
There’s something odd in the sky; it shifts between a dark cloud, and a collection of birds. As the thing draws closer, it clearly becomes a mix of both. Car-sized, dark feathered birds and skeletal avians fly in a thundering flock, and turn the sky stormy in their wake. That alone is bad… But what’s worse is how the shiny chrome of the Convoy and vehicles draws the birds. As they dive towards the ground to snatch at the shiny metal, they pull the storm and bring a tornado with them. The Convoy does its best to anchor to the ground, but lighter vehicles and Drifters might not be so lucky.

The garage and diner takes it worst of all: the electric devices start spitting sparks and can even act as homing beacons for lightning strikes if a Drifter with electric abilities gets too close to them. Any remaining, intact windows shatter as the storm winds pick up, pelting Drifters with razor shards. And water starts pouring in, further shorting electric equipment and soaking anyone to the bone. There’s even a strange droning, siren like noise to warn about the storm and cut into one’s hearing. It’s difficult conditions for anyone caught up in the blow-out.



04: WEATHERING
Once the main force of the storm hits, the following happens:
Diversion: Those with Fast cars can drive away from the station and divert the birds. They’ll want a second Drifter to come along; either to snipe at the pursuing birds, or keep eyes on the terrain! Eventually the birds will tire or get culled enough that the storm disperses.
Updraft: There is the risk of getting swept up in the tornado winds. Damage, injuries… And a particular quirk this storm has. Drifters who spend more than a minute in the storm winds will find that they begin to take on traits from the Harpy monster. These traits increase in potency if the Drifter experiences hunger or violence. As the weather clears and days become calmer, the traits fade.
Downburst: If Drifters get slammed into the ground by the storm, or the dark birds flying about. They may also find themselves drenched with rain. Any injury they take mends quickly, but is replaced with scales, as the Drifters begin to resemble a Naga monster. These changes grow worse if they tell lies, but disperse with the storm.
BIRDS: The birds themselves are vicious: those afflicted with Naga traits are seen as prey, while Harpies are seen as rivals. The birds are deadly, but also clumsy if forced to the ground. The screens on the Convoy recommend crippling the wings before finishing the bird off on the ground.
04: MONSTER SHIFT, NAGA
This month, Drifters will have access to the serpentine Naga. On top of all Naga species traits being available, the following occurs:
+Cold Blooded: the rain and storms can potentially make Naga slow and sluggish, or inclined to sleep or seek out other heat sources to gain energy; this includes basking in body heat from others!
+Water Divert: With their water shaping, Naga can divert falling rain and even ground saturation to make the area or other Drifters more dry. They can also concentrate water into different areas, and can also change water into mist or ice.
+Blue shift: the scales of Naga become more vibrantly blue, or a strange mottled combination of blue and stormy gray, the more intense the rains become. These scale colors can also reflect their moods.
+Extra arms that are painful and disorienting to grow, and can result in coordination issues.
+Scale Pains: Pain and discomfort when scales grow in, as well as fangs or talons!
+Water glide: during floods from the rains, Naga find they can easily traverse deep water as though they were simply walking (or slithering) across it.
+Thermal vision, making it easy to track others in the middle of storms. Vision may also become disorienting, and eyes become slitted.
04: MONSTER SHIFT, HARPY
The storm will bring a second monster this month, in the form of Harpy. On top of all Harpy species traits being active, the following occurs:
+Storm Rider: high agility and capable of flying through the storm winds without hindrance. Even tornadoes can be mastered!
+Feather pains: itching, or full pain when growing feathers or wings. Talons may also be painful when growing from fingers or from feet.
+Wind Affinity: able to shape wind, including diverting the worst of the storm winds, or summon and focus wind into razors.
+Warbling Voice: words may waver and slip into something more songlike, or even a damaging sonic scream if emotions are heightened.
+Height Call: a need to get higher into the air, whether through perching on buildings or the convoy, or through flight. A sense of euphoria as they go higher.
+Nest Building: a compulsion to create a nest out of spare and soft objects, and feeling more safe inside that space.
+Heightened vision like a bird of prey, able to pick out details even at great distance. This may be disorienting at first, as vision becomes telescopic.
05: RAIN, SHINE, OR SALVAGE
Upon culling enough birds, the storm disperses. The monster avians dissolve as they drop into streams of energy, feeding into Drifter Sigils and providing limited healing. And handful remain intact when they hit the ground and can be harvested for meat, feathers, and possibly even talons.

There is one extra problem, in the form of falling debris. After being pulled up into the sky, wreckage (and possibly stray Drifters) are going to drop back down. It’s advised to look out for falling objects and people. It might be possible to salvage something in the form of scrap metal for any vehicle repairs, but such a task requires two.



06: STORM SHOT
The storm can be dispersed in one of two ways. One is waiting the storm out. The second is a battered collection of machines melted into the roof of the garage and gas station. When touched they burn the hands of Drifters, but also fire a jolt of lightning into the storm. One shot lessens the effects of the storm, repeated shots completely disperses the weather.

In the aftermath of the storm, something different rains from the sky in the form of glowing, quicksilver feathers. These feathers can suppress one avian or serpentine trait for a month, and can also drain away any Naga or Harpy changes from the event completely.

Alternately, the feathers will allow Drifters to temporarily access flight for one day. Doing so completely robs the feather of its magic: only one effect can be chosen from a feather.
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.

Windy Days: Preceding the storm are gales of strong winds, enough to stagger Drifters or send them staggering into other people or other vehicles.

Diner Is Served: While the retro diner attached to the garage has only limited food stores, curiously there is a respectable amount of cooking equipment that can be plundered. Portable stoves, pots and pans, spoons, and the like are all available for the taking.

Fading Storm: In the aftermath of the storm, the garage and diner look like they’re on their last legs, barely held up by their shelving. Anyone who wants to try salvaging had better move fast and carefully, before the entire thing comes crashing down.


NAVIGATION || RESERVES || APPLICATIONS











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Pyrrha Nikos | RWBY | New Character

[personal profile] tokencanadian 2025-03-19 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[A: Wake up, start again]
[Beaten, battered, the taste of blood and flame in her mouth. Pyrrha Nikos gasps to life in a dingy garage with no memory of how she got there, or even how she's still breathing.

So, the first order of business was locating... someone. Anyone. If she had enough time, perhaps Beacon hadn't been fully evacuated yet. Which just formed further worries in Pyrrha's gut, weighing her down. Did the others survive the attack? Did that girl who was after the maiden powers? Did she ruin everything?

Wasn't she supposed to die?

If you were just awaking in this garage, or perhaps one of the less-recent arrivals looking to scrounge around, a young woman dressed for battle is slowly making her way out of the filth, staggering on bloodied limbs. Crimson, like her hair, drips from her chestplate. A phantom pain stabbing into her chest makes Pyrrha gasp, bringing a hand up to find.... nothing. No wound in the base of her neck. Not even a scar. Just blood.

Just Pyrrha. The invincible girl.
]

[B: Keying your car]
Hello! Excuse me?

[Wandering in, well, a general direction, Pyrrha's seeking out anyone who might listen to her woes. Or at least look at the keys dangling from one of her hands.]

Do these belong to anyone...? I-I found them in my pocket. And I don't have a car yet.

[And yet, even if she wasn't aware of it yet, there's a vehicle sitting out there. Waiting for her to realize those driving lessons are about to pay off.]

[C: Fly phoenix fly]
[The worse of the storm was behind them, but there's still a mess to be sorted out. Pyrrha's long since offered her service - helping mend the damages done to the cars, scavenging for scrap parts, and offering some battlefield first-aid to those that really need it.

In between that, though, she's brought to a pause by the shimmering feathers floating down from on high. Perhaps it was a mistake, but if she just took one for herself nobody would mind, surely...

At least before Pyrrha started to suddenly float up into the air.
]

W-whoa. Hey! Wait!

[Flailing! Someone! This was outside her wheelhouse!]
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Benny | Fallout: New Vegas | New character

[personal profile] x2bet 2025-03-19 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
001. scavenging

[Around and abouts, there's a man in a checkered suit jacket and a set of spiffy leather shoes, the ornately-decorated handle of a pistol peeking out from where it’s discretely tucked into his waist if attentive enough to notice the outline. But it's luxury that's been strangely well-worn - dust and dry dirt at his heels, and slightly frayed threads peeking out from the seams. A new arrival who doesn't look terribly happy with either his circumstances or potential company as he sifts through junk in the garage and diner, casting aside whatever doesn't seem useful. At the latest discovery of yet more useless crap, he gives up for now.]

What a crock of shit.

[He pulls a battered, engraved cigarette case from his pocket, snaps it open and fishes one out.]

Scavengin' for parts again - thought I'd left all that behind.

002. start up

[Benny whistles at seeing the red car that definitely doesn't resemble the car driven by the geico auto insurance lizard calling to him.]

Now this is a sweet little beaut.

[He runs a hand over the bright red roadster, all shiny and waxed to a gleam.]

Just the thing for a Chairman, huh? Not like any other rusty pile of junk in this scrapyard.

[Said with a little judgemental side glance at your aforementioned hunk of junk near his. However, the sweet little beaut is actually missing several components and sitting pretty with plenty of damaged more under the hood, which Benny will shortly find out when he tries to start the car. It backfires. Loudly.]

003. when the storm calms down.

[After that whole mess, Benny's pretty damn content to duck and cover in the garage while the other suckers do the work, pelted by wind and creatures and god-knows-what. Not that he's not willing to get his hands dirty - he ain't a fink, after all. But he's not stupid, either. Gotta look out for number one, and after all the action dies down, number one's looking bedraggled and utterly soaked, a tie thrown over and limply draped over his shoulder while trying to wring out a checkered suit jacket. Damn it, that might be as good as it gets. Next on the laundry list is his tie as he makes a sound of annoyance.]

What a lousy, no-good-

[Benny hears a noise behind him. Out of wasteland habit, some vestige of the boot-rider in him, one hand reaches over his ol' beauty Maria tucked in his waist. But his other hand's occupied struggling with the knot at his neck, and he shortly brings up the other to get it undone. Annoyed, he turns his head slightly, not really paying attention.]

Hey, scram, wouldja? This ain't a free show.

wildcard

[Wildcard space! Feel free to bring your own if you’re feeling anything different or in-between, just drop it and I’ll roll with it.]
Edited 2025-03-19 06:00 (UTC)
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Crystallis Ra-Lyn | Final Fantasy XIV (Warrior of Light OC) | New character

[personal profile] the_wandering_scion 2025-03-19 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
1) Arrival

“Seven Hells, Garlond is gonna kill me!” As you make your way to the Convoy, there’s a catgirl of sorts looking at a large bipedal machine that looks like it’s seen better days. “It looks like it went against the Empire again…” she sighed and shook her head before her ears perked up and she turned around. Blue eyes shined in happiness.

“Well Come and Well Met!” The girl said, smiling. “My name is Crystallis Ra-Lyn… a silly name, I know. Pray, can you assist me in making sure this is working for me?”

2)Storm Warning

“Voidsent? Here?” Crystallis' eyes widened as she saw the flock of birds coming at them and starting to attack the convoy. She could swear that some of those birds looked familiar. No, later. Muse later!

Drawing upon the Job Stone of the Red Mage, Crystallis' clothes changed as she went for the rapier mounted on her hip, holding the orb-like device on her other hand.

“Protect the Convoy and those who cannot fight! To those who can't, seek shelter!”

She stopped and blushed at all that.

“My apologies, I guess some habits are hard to break.”

3) Rain, Shine or Salvage

As the storm passed, Crystallis let out a sigh as she watched the birds disappear. Things were getting back to normal. However, as they did, Crystallis realized something.

She was dragged up into the air during the fight.

High up into the sky. And gravity was kicking in.

“SOMEONE HELP!” She yelped as she fell. Oh, this was gonna hurt.

4)Fading Storm

Storm’s over, things have calmed down… but, boy that Diner and Garage is a mess. It looks like it could collapse at any moment.

Perfect for an adventurer like her.

“Wanna see what we can find before it collapses? It’s more fun when it’s dangerous.” Crystallis said, grinning.
Edited 2025-03-19 23:53 (UTC)
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Apophis | IM: great Priest Imhotep | New

[personal profile] forsakensun 2025-03-20 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
1. Summoning Circle

[When he wakes up, the only sense of surprise Apophis feels despite his last memory is being beheaded is a vague notion of 'Already'?

His body feels surprisingly light and well-rested when he rolls to the side and stands up, not at all like the excruciating, painful mess that usually comes with being revived. No being covered in his own blood, gore or viscera, either. Had Thoth a hand in that, thinking it'd soften him up? Or was it just a pervert game, offering fake solace only for the other shoe to drop? Eh. Whatever. It's not as if Apophis is going to care either way.

All this means is that it's just going to be another round of the same old game.

Yay. Yippee. Yippers.]


Oh brother. [His voice is a low, unconcerned drawl as the soles of his soft shoes scuff casually over the lines of the summoning circle. Apophis takes a look at it and promptly decides that he can't read that chicken scratch. Which means he's gotta do it the old-fashioned way.]

Helloooo? Anybody here? You're missing the time for your big speech! If you want to make some inane declarations or demands, now'd be the time for it! Just saying~~! ....................... Don't tell me they up and died already.

[Looks like he'll have to do the Meet & Greet Info Tour solo this time.]

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2. Storm Warning

Is it just me, or is whatever's brewing up there outside a bad sign?

[It's a rhetorical question as he eyes the rapidly approaching storm front and the black dots that seem to be dancing up in the air in front of it. Were they birds? Monsters? Planes? A bunch of cloned Superheroes?

Whatever it was, it seemed like bad news. Which is almost a relief, since investigating the Diner had brought him preciously little so far - some real nice horror cabinet vibes aside.

Apophis leans forward and uses his sleeve to wipe the dirt off the window, squinting his eyes in an attempt to discern the dancing shapes from the dark clouds behind them. Monster birds, huh? Maybe that's what got his would-be rendezvous. He sh-

A particular strong flash of lightning illuminates the room, and he jumps back with a scream.]


Wha-!? That's impossible!!

[He'd already noticed that he's not in the outfit he remembers, but the red hair and warm, expressive golden eyes that are staring back at him aren't his either. *They're Djoser's!*]

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3. Start-up with extra challenges

Hey! Are you any good with 3D puzzles!? Or I need a ride, if you aren't!

[There's a young man in a weird (and very roughened up looking) Ancient Egyptian outfit flagging you down, standing in between a mess of rubble that'll turn out to be actually pieces of broken apart animals if you come close enough. They look like shattered statues, but there is also something sinister attached to them, as if they're just waiting to come alive the moment they're fully assembled. By contrast, there's a light gilded war chariot behind them.]

((OOC: When this one is set is up to you! It could be before, after or even during the monster attack!))


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4. Storm Shot

[Having spotted the giant contraption on the roof, Apophis grabs the next person in his reach and flashes them a truly *heroic* grin.]

Hey! Wanna try doing something really stupid with me!? There's a big gun up there, and I've got an idea!

[A really, really stupid and reckless one.]

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5. Wildcard!
[Want to do your own or want a custom starter? Let me know here [plurk.com profile] ironykills or via PM!]
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The Lone Wanderer || Fallout 3 || Lycan

[personal profile] wasteland_101 2025-03-20 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Start Up

[Angel was fascinated by all of the different cars that she saw. They all looked to be rather beat up, but they weren't nearly as best up as a lot of the cars she saw in the wasteland.

Also none of the engines were nuclear powered either. She was currently looking under the hood of what looked like an old fire truck. She really didn't know what she was looking at or how to fix any of it, but it was interesting none the less.

She pulled the key out of her pocket and looked at it. It had a keychain that looked like a tiny vault door with 101 on it. Very funny. She hadn't been back to the vault in years. Shrugging it off, she tried to open the driver's side door and it was stuck.
]

Shit.

[Well, at leas the window was down. She began to pull herself up through the window. So there is a pair of legs sticking out of an old beat up firetruck. Help them out?]

Diner Daze

[So, guess who found the diner and is currently raiding the pantry. There isn't a lot left, but she's used to working with very little. And all of the stuff here isn't like what she's seen before.

She hummed a bit as she looked through what was left. Hearing steps, she stopped moving. She might not be in the Wasteland but she wasn't going to let her guard down.
]

Hello?

[She called out, hoping it would be a friend and not a foe.]


[OOC: Life kicked me hard in the face the first TDM, so I'm back and Angel here has no memories of the first TDM.]
Edited 2025-03-21 12:13 (UTC)
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Tifa | Final Fantasy VII Rebirth | New Character

[personal profile] dolphinpunch 2025-03-21 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Changes (Warning for feather pulling/plucking and light mutilation)
It doesn’t get any better, after that first moment of arrival. The storm is putting strain on the garage windows. Tifa has the poor luck of being close to the glass as it shatters, sending rainwater and gusts of wind streaming in. She throws her arms up to block the sudden gust and hail of shards.

But she doesn’t get out unscathed.

“Was… Did a bird get hurt?” Tifa manages to say, because she’s certain something else came streaming through and sticking to her skin, in the form of feathers. Which are now sticking to her skin. Tifa frowns, before trying to brush and then pull the feathers free… And getting rewarded with a sharp, painful sensation.

Tifa winces as her feathers part with a spatter of blood. The rain washes the worst of it away… But it becomes very clear that the feathers aren’t incidentally draped across her skin; they’re anchored in place.

“…What?”

She just manages to whisper that out.

“What… Is this?”

2. Weather
The weather gets worse. So do the changes trying to anchor onto Tifa; she’s gone from sporting a few scattered feathers to long primaries anchored to arms, and growing from the sides of her head. The hint of talons slowly sprout from her fingers. But while her eyes are wide open and a scared look keeps trying to anchor itself on her face… She’s got a lot more to worry about.

The birds in the sky aren’t taking kindly to her changes. An absolutely massive, black feathered monstrosity of a Zu is angling down from the storm clouds. It’s swooping towards her, beak gaping open, while Tifa braces against the wind and the onslaught. She doesn’t look like she’s going to run. It also looks like she could use some help against something that big.

3. Hubcap Bar
The storm slowly dissipates… And with it, so do several of her transformations. It gives Tifa time to breathe, and shiver as she takes stock of what happened to her. It makes her realize she needs a plan. With so much in the way of upsets and changes… There’s really one thing Tifa can do.

And that is deliberately making her way towards the Convoy, eyes fixed on the second collection of truck cars. An improvised bag (mostly made out of a tacky truck stop souvenir t-shirt) is slung under her arm, with a few glass bottles clinking away… And one salt shaker. Drink is clearly swirling around in the bottles, though Tifa’s main goal is to put those glasses in storage.

“I… Noticed there was a bar inside there? No one seems to be doing much with it, so I was thinking,” she says to anyone close by. “I can make a drink, if anyone needs it.”

4. Wild Card
((Wild card me! Also will do my best to match brackets or prose!))
Edited 2025-03-21 20:22 (UTC)
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Lilith | Borderlands (2024) | New Character

[personal profile] notavaulthunter 2025-03-25 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
01 - Summoning Circle

What the hell is this?

[It's addressed to no one in particular, her tone hints at mix of bewilderment and exasperation. Lilith stares at the sigils painted on the floor, stepping carefully to avoid walking on any of them. They're certainly not like anything she's ever seen before - not on Pandora, or anywhere else.

No sign of Roland, Tina, Kreig, or Tannis either. She would even welcome Claptrap if he could shed some light on the situation. It just keeps getting better and better.]


Well, now what...

[The unexpected radio crackle is enough to startle her and she whirls in the direction of it, hand flying to the holster where her pistol rests. Before she draws her weapon, she realizes it's just the radio and lets out a sigh as the voice mentions something about seeking out Nirvana.]

Nirvana, huh? Man, I'm getting too old for this shit.

2. Start Up

What a piece of junk...

[Of course. Of course the keys Lilith found lead to an outrunner that has clearly seen far better days. The driver door sticks so badly even placing a foot below the door and yanking with all her might doesn't yield any results, and climb through the windows, or the emergency hatch at the back doesn't appeal much either.

It's not much of a shock, really, none of the vehicles in the garage look like they're faring much better, but it's still a source of frustration in a day that has brought nothing but endless frustrations. She kicks the flattened rear tire in irritation, and with a metallic groan of protest, the rusted out stabilizer bar of the suspension gives way.]


Oh, you've got to be kidding me!

[She's sorely tempted to give the offensive vehicle another solid kick, before noticing another drifter struggling with their new, or at least new-to-them, vehicle as well.]

Hey, I'll help you with yours if you help me with mine?

3. Storm Warning

[There's something in the movement in dark object in the sky that gives Lilith pause as she watches its approach. It looks like a cloud, but it also moves like a flock of birds. Whatever it is, it can't be good. She ducks back into the diner; the closest available cover as the birds begin to dive, crouching down near the door.

She draws her pistol and ducks out from under cover to open fire on one of the skeletal avians attempting to divebomb one of the other drifters.]


Hey! Watch out!

[She calls out the warning, and fires off three shots in quick succession, each one finding their mark in the creature's chest, bringing it crashing to the ground. The shots draw the attention of several other flying beasts, causing her to pause.]

Ah, shit.
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Jolie Harmony | Odd Thomas | New Character

[personal profile] mytearsaremine 2025-03-25 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Arrival

A teenaged girl in a sports-grade swimsuit sits up from the summoning circle and scowls. She scowls darkly. "Not again," she says out loud, albeit mostly to herself, and picks herself up. "Ed?"

No answer. Ugh.

At least her backpack is here, so she can wrap up in her towel rather than stand around with a bunch of strangers in her one-piece. She could get dressed, sure, her jeans and t-shirt are still in said backpack, but that would require getting dressed in front of that bunch of strangers.

"Okay, where is this?" she asks the nearest person, still scowling fiercely.


II. Driving Without a License

The keys in her backpack are not to her parents' car. They're to a big, boatlike Oldsmobile outside, which looks a little rusty but which still turns on when she turns the key. She runs her hands over the steering wheel.

"I don't actually know how to drive," she comments to anyone who happens to be nearby. "I've only done it once and that was offroading in a truck. That was... really not the same thing."

At least she's put on a few inches since then. She can see over the dashboard without stretching.


III. Flight

After weathering the storm inside the garage, thank you very much, Jolie is not stupid, she pokes her head outside once it has dispursed and picks up one of the fallen feathers, mostly because she's curious what in the world it is.

She starts drifting upward off the ground the moment she picks it up. "Whoah," she says, hovering about a foot up, staring down with wide eyes.

She may be a practical and serious fourteen year old, but she's still fourteen, and before long she's swooping around, arms out like Superman, hovering in mid-air with hr legs crossed and arm propped on her head, or "walking" upside down. She has no idea why this is happening, but it's very cool.
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Jack Benjamin | Kings | New character

[personal profile] theonlyrealthing 2025-03-25 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Fresh Air

Jack hasn't smelled fresh air in weeks. He stands outside the garage as the storm approaches in the distance, shoulders thrown back, nose in the air, breathing deep.

"I don't know who kidnapped me," he muses, "but I actually think I don't care." They're not making demands or threatening him or keeping him locked up in a room with his awful whiny fiance. No one here seems to recognize him, which is a little disturbing when you're a royal celebrity, but he'll take it if it means he gets to be outside.


II. Suddenly: Bird

Then the storm actually hits, and Jack is not enjoying being outside quite as much. The wind actually lifts him off the ground, and something tears painfully along his back about the same time. He flails in the air, ungraceful and undignified, until the pain in his back solidifies into some kind of movement, rhythmic beating, and he's caught by a pair of black feathered wings that loft him clear of the wind for the moment.

He lands on the diner roof, staring at the wings in consternation. And then, incongruously, he starts laughing. "Of course they're black. If I died I'd go to hell, and my wings would be black."


III. Aftermath

After fending off some giant birds and learning how to use his fancy new wings, Jack finds his car.

It's actually his car, to his consternation, the sleek black sports car he'd drive around Shiloh when he didn't want to have bodyguards or a chauffer. He sits on the hood, in the pale sunlight, wings spread out to either side and wishing he had a cigarette or something. "If this is hell, it is the weirdest hell I could have imagined," he comments, mostly to himself.
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millions knives | trigun stampede | new character

[personal profile] winparadise 2025-03-26 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
1. SUMMONING CIRCLE
[One of the figures arriving at the garage is someone swaddled in white robes, barefoot. As he gets to his feet, his oversized hood falls back, revealing a shock of platinum hair, pale blue eyes, and a face that might remind some of a certain other arrival.

He quickly assesses the room, then reaches up to snatch at one of the papers overhead, barely wincing at the static shock, then scanning through the note. His expression twists as he reads under his breath:]


Broken in two. Nothing to lose... Better vessels from afar. Stronger souls...

[Something seizes in his stomach like a cold lance of fear, and he crumples the note in his hand. It's vague, yet clear enough for him to interpret its meaning. The humans are plotting something. Enough to get the better of him, drag him out here? How? How, when he'd planned this all so carefully--

He hears movement on the other side of the garage, and two jagged claws grow from the back of his hand to point at the interloper, his usual veneer of icy calm settling back into place. It's fine; he'll deal with this like he always does.]



2. START UP
[Knives finds his vehicle, a white convertible that looks almost ostentatious given the pristine condition it's in compared to the other cars, just like something from the old movies he'd seen as a child. This image is ruined when closer inspection reveals a flat tyre and the doors are jammed shut.

Typical. He'd sooner ditch the thing, but the Convoy is the only lead he's got right now.]


You. Prove you have some use, and fix this for me.

[Congrats, person nearby! You're elected Minion of the Day.]


3. WEATHERING / MONSTER SHIFT (cw: self-harm/mutilation)
[When the worst of the winds pick up, tentacle-like bladed appendages spring from Knives' back to root him to the ground. The birds aren't a threat to him, but the longer he stays out in the winds, he can feel an itching that starts at his shoulderblades and starts to burst through his skin. Wings -- but not his own, not those of a Plant, but the feathered wings of a harpy, the downy white feathers marred with blood where they've pierced through skin. He hisses in anguish, though his preoccupation seems to be more than just physical agony, even as he tears at the feathers with his hands.]


Why?! What have they done to me--?! You're not mine!

[A bird monster dives at him from the sky, and a line of blades shoots up and cuts it in two in a split second, showering anything below with its gore. Knives considers it more afterthought than threat, more preoccupied with his own state than any danger to the Convoy around him.]


4. WILDCARD / OOC NOTE
[Choose your own starter. Knives comes with a slew of content warnings, including extreme violence, genocidal intent towards humans, and abusive/controlling/coercive behaviour, especially where Vash is concerned. Permissions post is still in the works, so please feel free to opt in or out via PM if needed! You can also hit me up via [plurk.com profile] moonsilver.]
soldiernoclass: she got caught in a hail of bullets (let's just say)

zack fair | final fantasy vii (crisis core) | new character

[personal profile] soldiernoclass 2025-03-29 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
i. summoning circle
[ Zack wakes with a start, jerking upright on the concrete floor as he sucks in a breath and coughs it out. The sound is - definitely unhealthy, and the pained groan that follows is ample confirmation. He isn't going to complain, though. Not when he thought the last breath he drew on the other side was going to be just about it, for good.

Operating on instinct, he rolls up to sit, grimacing as he presses a gloved hand to his chest. His wounds are healed, but it feels like only just barely, and this place is... Is it Midgar? Or... somewhere else?

Bright blue eyes glowing faintly in the dim, cloudy dark, he spies a glimmer of motion from just beyond the broken down room where he's sitting. ]


Hey! Is somebody there?

ii. start up
[ Zack whistles, a bright, impressed sound, as he admires the mechanical chocobo that that weird draw and the set of mystery keys in his pocket have led him toward. It looks twice as bulky as a real bird, maybe even tougher than Shinra's mass produced security bots. The shiny, purple finish is a nice touch, too, way more stylish than anything standard issue.

But - when he reaches out to check for the ignition and try to start it up, it gives him a shock so strong he jumps back with a yelp. The chocobo judders and twitches in place, as if attempting to flap its wings, then the engine coughs and winds down with a sputter.

...On closer inspection, though, there are more than a few broken and bent wires. Some of the plates have come loose, too. ]


Man. Figures I'd get saddled with a hunk of junk.

iii. rain, shine, or salvage
[ Weirdly, Zack's feeling better, after the storm. It could be that dangerous, monster-filled combat is just more his speed - but probably it's more so because of the healing effect the rain brought with it. (If he's a lot bothered by the scales that are now scattered across his chest and back, where half-healed wounds were before, well. He's doing his best not to show it.)

Of course, that relief is short-lived when the brief, peaceful quiet after is ended abruptly by the first shattering crash of storm-blown debris smashing into the cracked asphalt behind him. What looks like part of an old barn roof crashes against the ground, sending chunks and splinters of wood spraying outward in all directions. Zack ducks reflexively, shielding himself with his arms as a few pieces bounce harmlessly off him. Better him than someone else, though; he's tough enough to take it.

The air clears, and he looks up with a hint of relief. ]


Well, that's—

[ A twisted hunk of metal nearly as big as the roof now splashed across the road starts whistling down out of the sky, cutting him off. ]

Not good! [ Especially when he's not the only one out here. He sprints for the convoy, flagging down anyone in sight as more debris bounces off the road - or tries to punch a hole right through it, in the case of the heftier stuff. ] Get under cover!

[ Fair warning, anyone who doesn't look like they're moving fast enough (or like they might not be able to) is in immediate danger of getting carried to safety. ]
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Sheev Palpatine | Star Wars: Episode III: Revenge of the Sith

[personal profile] senateperor 2025-04-15 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[getting some light voicetesting in between TDMs.]

Arrival

Palpatine is not a stranger to places like this diner; out of the way, run-down ruins can make for useful meeting places where one is not likely to be disturbed or seen by unwanted eyes. But the locations are chosen well in advance and scouted by those he can count upon to be loyal and not ask questions (or quietly disposed of when no longer needed; oh, how the massed armies of clones have been such a boon in that regard). And Palpatine comes of his own will to them.

He is not summoned.

Centuries of planning, decades of his own careful work, the Great Plan at long last on the verge of completion...and the universe spits in his face, and wrenches him away to this...this backwater. There is something else at play, but what it is he cannot yet sense. It's been a long time since he was caught so off-guard; even his recent "kidnapping" by the Separatists was a carefully-constructed pantomime that achieved its necessary goal of removing the late and unlamented Darth Tyranus from the board. Not like this. Not to be so completely upended and himself removed like a common game piece or pazaak card.

It enrages him to have been rendered so powerless.

But he is still Sidious, Dark Lord of the Sith, and he will not allow his anger to control him. Give him strength, yes. Focus him, yes. But not its slave. So none of the fury boiling under the surface shows on the placid expression of the elderly man in the fine red robes staring out the shattered window of this wretched dinner, watching the storm approaching. As the light flickers, his eyes go to the ceiling, then back to the stormclouds. He waits for the distant lightning to flash, and then looks up and sees what he was expecting to see.

"How odd." He says to no one in particular, anyone at all who happens to be listening. "Look, watch the clouds. See?" He points upwards as the lights flash again. "The lights are malfunctioning in sequence with the lightning, aren't they?"

Whatever it signifies is frankly less interesting to Palpatine than who engages him on it. He wishes to take stock of his available game pieces.

Storm Warning/Downpour

Eventually, he ventures outside, but the storm comes on faster than he expected, and he is caught in the rain. The force of it bowls him over in a most undignified way. As he hits the ground, Palpatine feels a sudden, sharp pain in his jaw and his vision suddenly shifts.

Lying on the soaking ground, Palpatine raises a hand to his mouth, feels blood along his gums, and understands why...his teeth have sharpened to fangs. Then he watches his hand glow within his vision. Thermal vision...how interesting. And it makes the approaching beasts easier to see.

They would not pose a threat to him normally; his lightsabers are safely tucked away in his robes, and of course, there is always the power of the Dark Side that is his to command, but that would raise questions, and he cannot be certain that there is no one else he here it is important to keep that information from.

So helplessness it is.

As the birds swoop down upon him, Palpatine raises his arms to guard himself in an apparent panic. "No, please! Don't hurt me!" And with the smallest, most minute of touches with the Force, the harpies are prevented from doing any real damage; a talon does tear his sleeve, but the cut is light. It wouldn't do to be completely unharmed, of course.

He manages to scramble into an abandoned vehicle and crouches in the backseat, an old man (albeit one with fangs and slitted eyes thanks to the downpour) while harpies swoop and scratch at the rusted hulk.

"I think I may be in need of some assistance!" He calls to anyone nearby in the chaos, clutching his wounded arm. "Please? Anyone?"

Storm Shot
Once things have calmed down and the danger has (apparently) passed, Palpatine is able to get his arm bandaged. As he steps out of the diner once again, his gaze is drawn upwards as feathers slowly begin to fall from the sky. Reaching up, he carefully takes hold of one as it descends. "Strange. These don't look much like the feathers of those creatures from before, do they?"
phantomshow: (keep myself right on this train)

ren amamiya/joker } persona 5 royal } new guy

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-04-25 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
01.

Welp … either Ren’s train went wildly off course, or his home town has changed in drastic and unexpected ways during the past year while he was away in Tokyo. Or, you know, there could be a secret third thing explanation, which is the option Ren seems to be drawing toward the longer he stands observing the scene in front of him. Clue number one: wherever he’s landed, his phone doesn’t work. At all. Clue number two: Morgana is missing, though that could be attributed to the cat simply growing bored of waiting on Ren to regain consciousness. Wouldn’t be the first time he’d wandered off, after all. Clue number three, and the biggest factor leading Ren to lean into the conclusion that something else was afoot, is the fact that the current landscape - the garage, the gas station, the Convoy, the diner - all resembled something like the set of a film fitting the cinematic taste of one of his friends.

Probably Makoto or Haru, he muses, though he’d prefer to end up living in the former’s action-adventure genre than the latter’s horror style, if that is indeed his new reality.

Whatever the case with said new reality, it’s probably not the weirdest thing he’s ever seen, all things of the past year considered - which may explain why Ren appears remarkably calm as he sets off at an unhurried pace toward the settlement to begin investigating his current situation. This mystery isn’t gonna solve itself, after all.

He’ll approach anyone along the way who looks amenable to conversing with one question, and it may not be a question expected of someone so obviously new here: “Excuse me … have you seen a cat?”

02.

While there’s still no sign of Morgana himself, the sight of a dusty black Citroën H van certainly reminds Ren of his friend, and it catches his interest well enough to convince him to climb into the driver’s seat and give the key resting in the ignition a tentative twist. Doing so results in a sharp wheezing sound as the engine attempts to turn over - and fails. Ren frowns and hmms in disapproval. That’s definitely not ideal, but given the state of this place, ideal was never on the table to begin with.

Giving up on the vehicle isn’t an option in Ren’s mind - this is his van, and now he knows it. So that means his obvious next step is fixing it. He hops out of the front seat and slowly circles around the van, as if a visual inspection will grant him the knowledge of what to do next. Oops, looks like at least one of the tires is completely flat too. Ren is decently proficient in using and making tools, but none of the books he’s read in the past year instructed on DIY auto repair. So that’s a slight problem.

Still, despite the frustration, he remains calm. The garage looks to be well stocked, and surely someone nearby knows what they’re doing.

“Do you know anything about fixing these?” Ren turns to ask of whomever happens to be in the immediate area. “Last one I drove handled his own maintenance.”

wildcard? (hey, just like this guy!)

Got another idea for how to meet the transfer student? Let’s have it!
Edited 2025-04-25 04:43 (UTC)

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