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monstertruckers ([personal profile] monstertruckers) wrote in [community profile] memestertrucks2025-05-15 04:31 pm
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MAY TDM




Things are a little stranger than usual at the gas station and garage. Namely that gravity just isn't working as it should. Objects float, pieces of the floor float... Even unlucky new arrivals can also find themselves floating! It's going to be a challenge to get around without any scrapes or scratches... Though at least there's what looks like a hospital nearby? Granted, it's an upside down hospital, but it's better than nothing.

















01: SUMMONING CIRCLE


Drifters come to with an odd floating sensation hooked into their stomachs, and instead of laying on the concrete find themselves drifting a foot or two above the floor. An unfortunate few may be stuck on the ceiling. Whether they crash down hard into the floor (and the various vials, daggers, and broken glass scattered about) or remain floating in the air is a coin toss.

Still, it might be best to lend a hand with pulling them back to the ground, and hoping gravity will work as normal in another breath or two.

Once they make their way out, they can see a gas station and garage located in the midst of strange, floating rocks… And an upside down hospital close by, for those who had a rougher landing.

02: START UP
New arrivals will have a similar experience to before; a Convoy waiting 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 the sort of thing that requires two pairs of hands and supplies. The garage can take care of the (sometimes floating) supplies… Now it’s just a matter of finding some extra hands.

And hopefully no one's vehicle has decided to float. But one can never be sure in a place like this.

03: HUSKS AND HAUNTS
The inverted hospital seems to have trouble deciding the exact formation of its hallways, whether the new arrivals should be walking on the ceiling, floors, or walls. But one thing that is certain: this place isn’t entirely deserted. Warnings of “Beware the Husks” have been spray painted on the walls. Metallic bodies line those same halls, some of them broken open. A wet trail leads from the broken Husks to the rafters… Where several odd monsters wait to drop down. Some look like they’ve merged with the hospital equipment, while others look like they’ve been cobbled together from different body parts. And all of them look ready to turn the newcomers into a corpse, or part of a specimen collection.

Strange, malformed chimeric creatures that are Unknown stalk the hallways. Unknowns come in three different colors, red aligned with fire, green with poison, and purple with lightning.

Adding to that are the various screens flickering on, and diagnose new arrivals as infected. The screens declare the infection seems to be contained, but requires further study… And if the monsters aren't enough to worry about, there’s also the restraint systems trying to activate and tie the new arrivals down.
04: TESTING (CW: Needles)
The deeper someone plunges into the hospital, the more the building reacts to them. More defenses are deployed, treating them as thieves or intruders. Traps and monsters alike wait for them, with syringes melded into the forms of attackers, or lining places where someone might step or reach for. The syringes make a quick bite on skin… But it’s only a few minutes later where the effects become clear. Something in those syringes is now in the blood and forcing monster transformations. There might be an antidote amongst the supplies… Or the newcomers might need to rely on each other, in order to stay anchored.

The needles can also force temporary Swarm traits, along with:
+Group Mind: compelled to link thoughts with other Drifters, to share emotions, memories, and achieve cohesion.
+An increasing reliance on telepathy/empathy/etc in place of speech.
+Increasing collectivist mindset. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few; this becomes more evident during high stress situations.
+Compelled to hunt and share their prey with others.
+Gravity Affinity: If possessing wings or the ability to wall climb, may freely hunt/traverse corrupted gravity areas.
05: LONG WAY DOWN
A portion of the gas station breaks away with groan and a rumble. And it is slowly pulled up and up, taking a portion of new comers with it! They (and anyone watching) will need to act fast, as gravity starts to go weird the further they rise. They’ll need to find a way back down, taking any supplies from the now-floating garage that they can grab.

What’s more, they are drifting closer to the broken moon, and that seems to be having a strange effect on those stranded on the new floating ruin. They may start to feel their control fray, and their forms shift, the higher they rise.

In terms of getting back down, there’s a handful of tow lines in the ruin that might work as ropes. There’s also a few pieces of rock that are floating up more slowly, and could work as stairs back down… Or there’s just jumping and falling fifty feet and hoping for the best.
06: PSYCHIC ECHOES
There's one last quirk to this area; a few scattered bits of odd plantlife, and the odd dead brain monster. While these things aren't a threat on their own (beyond being unnerving) they still pack a psychic punch; mainly in the form of temporary psychic abilities.

It's possible that after coming in contact with either plants or corpses, newcomers will find themselves gifted with either empathy (projecting or receiving emotions) telepathy, OR the ability to share their dreams with others, and having their dreams influenced by others in turn. This effect fades in just a day or so, but is still capable of causing mishaps.

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.

Broadcast: The garage contains a few burnt out monitors. But a handful of them are playing a message over and over again on loop, filled with static. It’s a recording of important looking people in lab coats advising people to remain indoors and avoiding all objects falling from the sky. Especially “moon shards.” They insist that they are working to contain and cure the infection, but the safest action is to remain inside.

Warped Air: As seen in Long Way Down, the air overhead has strange warped pockets in it. There seem to be slightly different shards hanging suspended in the air, looking more silvery than the surrounding rocks. Almost like it could have fallen from the broken moon overhead.

Medical supplies: Most of the medical supplies found in the hospital seem to consist of healing salves and potions, a handful of healing herbs, and a few antidotes for poison or sickness. As for reverting transformations… It’s advised that new comers be careful of taking any experimental medicine. It may revert a change. It may also leave them hallucinating nightmares and fears, and they’ll be wanting someone close by to help administer the drug.

NAVIGATION || RESERVES || APPLICATIONS













facethefacts: is it bright in here or just me (lightbulb)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-05-18 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Loving the morale, amigo."

Deacon takes stock of the ammo he has, which if they continue to encounter a steady flow of these creatures and not find any more laying around, will definitely get wiped out. Strategy may need to be employed if his new companion finds it absolutely necessary to raid the record rooms.

"You’re not wrong, although I'm not sure what information you'd be hoping to find there that's worth getting chopped up."
phantomshow: (keep myself right on this train)

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-18 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Finally, the missing puzzle piece clicks into place. Ren blinks, surprised at what he’s just learned.

He’d won their previous duel - which, in all honesty, wasn’t a fair fight. Twelve Personas loaded with every kind of spell against Akechi’s pair - one, really, he hadn’t yet revealed Loki - was hardly a balanced fight. When they fought in Shido’s Palace, Akechi had faced not only Ren but his team of Phantom Thieves as well. Again, not exactly a fair and balanced fight.

Ren already knew that Akechi envied him for a number of his qualities and skills, but he was of the impression that he was still viewed as an equal by the other boy, not as someone superior. An equal with slightly better skills, perhaps, holding more power due to the nature of his bonds, but an equal all the same.

He reaches his hand up to curl a lock of hair around his finger as he contemplates this new piece of information. Ren is honestly not sure he’s comfortable with holding such an elevated place in Akechi’s view.

“You’re saying … you think I’m better than you?” he asks, tentative with his words. Clearly, Ren is still puzzled by the notion, from both his expression and the ripple of confusion he emanates.
cantgetoverit: (12)

[personal profile] cantgetoverit 2025-05-18 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[It feels like it happens in the space of about a heartbeat. The creature lunges, and Maggie barely has time to bring her knife up to defend herself from the impending attack when the newcomer intervenes with the surprising speed and efficiency even for an experienced and ruthless fighter.

There's not time to properly process any of it - not the newcomer's speed, the seams where seams don't belong, nor the buzz in its voice. While the first creature has dropped in a motionless heap under the weapon's fire, the commotion begins to stir the other monsters still clinging to the rafters above them.]


Second door on the left. [She gives a sharp nod to confirm.] Let's go!

[The movement of the Unknown beginning to rise out of the corner of her eye catches her attention as she answers. Shit, what the hell is that?]

Watch out!

[Her reaction is instinct - she's not about to let her would be rescuer be attacked from behind. She flips the knife over in her hand and throws it, aiming to strike the Unknown between the eyes - or at least what looks like its eyes, and it lands with a satisfying thunk.

She doesn't wait to see if it's enough to take the monster down, and instead sprints the couple meters down to the door on the left, hoping the newcomer is right behind her.]
cantgetoverit: (10)

[personal profile] cantgetoverit 2025-05-18 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[A mix of surprise and concern creases Maggie's expression at the question. Who doesn't know what gravity is? Regardless, there's more pressing matters at hand for now.]

Um. I'll explain later. Maybe let's focus on getting down, and making sure it's safe here first, okay?

[Her tone is not unkind as she reaches for Felicia and the step ladder, and she genuinely will explain later if need be.]
undyingcrow: (wtf)

[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-05-18 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you truly so surprised?" Months ago, he would have denied it vehemently, but he's had his engine room meltdown. He's made peace with Ren's fortune and his strength of will.

And really... what right does Akechi have to hold himself on equal ground?

For now, Akechi watches Ren, ready to gauge his reaction.
cantgetoverit: (09)

[personal profile] cantgetoverit 2025-05-18 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay. Okay, so the same thing happened to him too. It makes sense, given he's also found himself apparently weightless, she supposes. Not that much of it seems to make much sense at all.

She reaches again, finally getting enough cooperation from inertia to brush her fingers, the skin rough from years of survival efforts, against his.]


Almost got it...

[The explanation for his eyes comes as enough of a surprise that it gives her pause. As far as she's aware, it's been a long time since gas has been used in war. Still, if it didn't happen here that means there's not an imminent threat of a repeat attack.

Probably.]


I'm sorry. I can't imagine what that must have been like... What war were you in?
phantomshow: (love in technicolor)

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-18 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
His reaction is muted, disbelief and distress in equal measure. Frowning deeply, he folds one arm across his chest and bends the other to lean his chin into his hand. Those red gloves he’s been wearing throughout the dream are gone now.

Ren doesn’t need to question why Akechi would believe this. He understands what their society thinks of orphans and children with unmarried parents. He has heard Akechi refer to himself as a scandal, a disgrace, a cursed child; now that he has abandoned the Detective Prince facade, his lack of self-worth is practically a flashing neon sign. At this moment of realization, Ren’s heart breaks all over again for the other boy. It seems he has been an unwitting source of Akechi’s pain. If only he’d known sooner …

This is a dream, right? And dreams are irrational. Akechi said so himself. Ren would normally not be quite this forward, but words and even those projections of emotions are simply not enough. He may end up attacked over this, but it’s a risk he’s willing to take. Akechi is worth the risk.

Ren steps forward and gently pulls Akechi into a hug, solid and warm with all of the love he holds in his heart.

“I wish,” he says, a fierce whisper, “I could find every person who ever hurt you and make them pay for it.”
undyingcrow: (shock)

[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-05-18 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
When Ren embraces Akechi, his whole body freezes. His mind short circuits. This is...

He left himself vulnerable. Is he truly so weak? Emotions laid bare, instead of locked away in a safe as they should be. He's...

Too tired to really fight it. It's a dream, but Ren is here. He was already here. They just got separated along the way.

Those feathers fluff up, despite his best effort to stay calm, but he doesn't move.

No, he just falls limp, resigned to this.

"You've seen firsthand what revenge does to a person. It'd be one thing to change their hearts. That's true to you and your principles... but you shouldn't be like me."
androidvictoriam: (you are a sad strange little man)

[personal profile] androidvictoriam 2025-05-18 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
He can sense it, and might even be angry about it if it weren't exactly what he would expect Deacon to think. And if half of their mutual acquaintances hadn't already said as much to his face, making him comparatively appreciative of Deacon's tact. And if he weren't coming to realize, gradually and hesitantly and reluctantly, that it might actually be true.

This is not a thought process of his that he wants Deacon exposed to, for the sake of his pride, but it certainly doesn't seem like Deacon is bothering to pry into his thoughts right now. What little snippets he catches of those long-dead echoes are useless without context--just a name, and a tangible effort not to think about whoever this person was, and Danse has the sense just now that he could try to push through that if he wanted to. There's no guarantee that it would work, but he could try to break that careful concentration of Deacon's and gather more intel from a vanishingly rare truthful source. Were he still one of those Brotherhood assholes, it would be no less than his professional duty.

He lets it go. He owes Deacon that much now, for letting what happened in that bunker stay there in silence. He moves a few feet away, even, to dampen the echoes and get them out of each other's heads just a little more. It doesn't stop that steady stream of unrecognizable literature, but it does give him space to wonder, as he always does, where the hell Deacon even read it.

"I can tell," he deadpans, but there's the slightest twist of amusement underneath it. "Far be it from me to distract you, but I doubt any of those presumably-dead Russians are going to help get your truck on the road, so you might want to consider getting something more immediately useful on your mind instead. I found a chain over here."
purplexing: (mazel)

and me without a ronnie raymond. At least his name kind of rhymes... - A

[personal profile] purplexing 2025-05-18 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
Turns out? Wings don't really help too much when gravity's broken, and all the more does it make Donnie long for his battle shell. But the turtle teen is at least fairly adaptive, more or less getting the hang of shifting his body around whenever it feels like he's about to float off, rebounding off of other floating parts of things that should be on the ground in order to get around.

He'd hardly expected to find people appearing in this mess. "Man, whoever made this one has to be sadistic. Either that or Newton's Law went out the window after the fact," he grumbles. Oh, right. Person. Complain later. Well, no, he'll never not complain when things are not behaving very scientifically.

"Almost- just uh, hang in there," he says, grimacing at the unintentional pun and only glad that Leo isn't here to hear it as he reaches for the floating human.
propatriamori: (huh)

[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-05-18 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[When he feels her hand brush his, Edward grabs for it. The gesture is almost panicked, like he's afraid she'll float away again if he doesn't latch on now. He manages to get hold, and clings to her.]

[His hand is rough too, calloused and worn from carrying rifles and rack across France.
]

Thank you. It certainly wasn't your fault.

[A standard answer, the one he gives to everyone non-military who asks about his eyes. Her question has him tilting his head, his eyebrows raising in surprise.]

The Great War?

[Surely she doesn't think he's old enough to have fought in the Boer War!]
firstsoldier: (pic#17626935)

Hunting Party

[personal profile] firstsoldier 2025-05-18 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's other Drifters lurking in the halls of the upturned hospital, fighting or scavenging as they prefer, but Sephiroth is actively hunting in it. The coincidences of familiar monsters could be ignored, if multiple worlds had chocobos and humans, why not griffins or anzu? Worlds with both cybernetics and mutants could create these cyborg nightmare horrors.

The Unknowns however, are not accidents and not coincidence. He knows where they come from, or more specifically who made them, and his patient hunt through the hospital will deal with any feral monster he crosses, but it's those warped Unknowns he's actively pursuing.

And it's one of those Unknowns that's been skewered by the sudden appearance of Diarmuid, drawing the SOLDIER to a stop to return assessing gaze with an equally measuring one as the mutated monstrosity's struggles slow, and then stop, dissolving in a way that is both familiar and now deeply unsettling to empower the strange man. Diarmuid still looks human. Capable enough on a glance, skilled enough to ambush a dangerous monster without harm in return.

Sephiroth can pass for human if one doesn't watch too closely. If one ignores the half-sheathed claws at the tips of his gloves, or the strange eyes, or the scattering of faint, silvery scales. Nothing unusual here. Nothing at all. Not even a seven foot long sword in the middle of an upside down hospital, just as practical as a spear in such enclosed spaces.]


...Be cautious of those kind. Their life force may be corrupted.
phantomshow: (keep myself riding on this train)

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-18 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Ren laughs gently. What an Akechi thing to say.

“See? Proves my point. I’m not better than you.”

The desire for revenge is born from injustice. Ren isn’t immune from that desire existing within his heart. The difference is that he has found ways to temper that desire, fashion it into a weapon of justice rather than retribution. Desires exist within everyone, but it’s up to each individual to decide what to do with them.

“You’re better than you believe, Akechi. You may not believe it but I believe in you.

Ren’s arms tighten around Akechi briefly, then he loosens his hold and takes a step back. Smothering or controlling Akechi isn’t his aim. He’s grateful he was allowed this much of an affectionate display, no need to push it to an uncomfortable place.
solitarysoul: (chibi)

Testing

[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-05-18 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Levi knows these noises, so when he starts 'hearing' them in the hospital he goes to track down the source. It takes a bit, since brain noises aren't as easy to pin point as real noises are, but eventually he gets it.

The dog eared, dog nosed and moth winged boy has his rifle in his hands when he comes across Edward. He's almost surprised the other isn't in military fatigues.

He clears his throat, "H-hello?"
bespotted: (040)

[personal profile] bespotted 2025-05-18 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A two-meter weapon is perfectly practical, when it's commanded by a warrior who knows it well enough. Gáe Dearg moves as effortlessly in Diarmuid's hands as if it were a part of his being, coming to rest on his shoulder as he matches the measure of the man before him.

Someone who holds himself with the deadly custom of a respectable swordsman, even if Diarmuid can't sense his spirit. There's a keen sense of acceptance in his eyes, a warm yellow-amber the colour of honey or a hunting hawk's, as he lifts his chin in acknowledgement. ]


You're familiar with them?

[ A question that's less uncertain than it is an invitation for the man to offer however much or little information he's willing to share on the matter. He's not wrong; though the twisted beasts bear only the most superficial resemblance to anything else Diarmuid has encountered, it's not pleasant to absorb them.

Like grasping at mouthfuls of soured meat. He can't be certain that the mana he's taken into himself isn't poisoned, in some way, like the ichorous mud he thinks he still feels clinging to him; when the only alternative would be attacking the other Drifters, however, it's not like he has that much of a choice.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. ]
solitarysoul: (Doggy neutral)

Re: Felicia | Fire Emblem Fates

[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-05-18 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Since he'd been given wings Levi found it a natural fit to help once rocks and buildings and people started floating away. He's a stick, but the dog eared, dog nosed boy is stronger than he looks. He flits over to Felicia at her cry and holds out a hand.]

I can help. I can take you down.
firstsoldier: (pic#17626941)

[personal profile] firstsoldier 2025-05-18 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately.

[Although Sephiroth's controlling his tone carefully, there's an undercurrent of unmistakable distaste in spite of it; whatever his opinion on these things, it's not even remotely favorable.]

They are the byproducts of a wretched man I had hoped to never encounter again. A swift death is the closest thing to mercy they will ever know.

[The others.. they were closer to the other monsters here. Warped, yes, but not in the style favored by Professor Hojo. These things though, they are no different from the ones he'd occasionally have to dispose of per company orders.

The choice of a spear to fight any of them is a better one than anything shorter, to prevent unnecessary contact. After a long moment of silence, he sighs.]


And for all that my warning is genuine, they must still be exterminated. You are new to the convoy?
solitarysoul: (uh?)

Husks & Haunts

[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-05-18 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Levi hadn't minded Ren tagging along when they ran into each other in the hospital. (He would have followed Ren anyway.) The sneaking and fighting style hadn't been weird enough for Levi to say something but when Ren summons his persona the dog-eared, dog-nosed boy with the rifle and moth wings double takes. He'd seen other people do that!

Once the battle is done and its safe to say something, Levi speaks up. "That big guy...you summoned it?"
propatriamori: (intent)

[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-05-18 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Edward doesn't hear Levi's footsteps, so when someone near him clears his throat, Edward jumps like a scalded cat. He swivels towards the sound, nearly overbalancing, and has to put his hand on the wall to keep his balance.

Up close, his eyes are scarred over and blank, the skin around them pinched with very fresh, recent scar tissue. When he speaks, he has a lilting, cultured English accent.

"Yes? Who's there?"
invisiblefloatinghead: (Wait a minute)

while that would have been a spectacular surprise, this should be pretty great too

[personal profile] invisiblefloatinghead 2025-05-18 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a green blur of some sort coming to help, excellent. The closer the green blur gets, the more Martin wonders just how bad his eyesight really is without those glasses. "Ah, thank you. Watch out for the glasses down there." He gratefully accepts Donnie's outstretched hand. "I can't say this is how I was expecting my day to go." Then again, he's been able to say that most days as of late.
friendzied: (158)

julie kostenko || dead by daylight

[personal profile] friendzied 2025-05-18 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
summoning circle.
[ waking up floating is a... unique feeling. she can't say for sure it's the first time this has ever happened, but for the most part julie's just disoriented. she rolls, ends up facing the floor, which is great because that's exactly when she falls and hits the floor. ]

[ her mask protects her face from the glass and debris on the ground, but her arm lands in a pile of stuff and ends up cut up, something that gets folded into the general sense of ouch that she's feeling right now. she groans and pulls herself to her feet, hisses as she pulls a shard of glass out of her arm and decides that's not important right now. ]

[ it doesn't quite occur to her that this isn't the fog, it's not like it's unusual to be dumped somewhere new and expected to perform, but the combination of unfamiliar voices out not too far away and the lack of the ever-present weight of a hunger and expectation that isn't her own makes her take her mask off and she tucks it into her jacket. picks up a knife off the ground too since she seems to be missing her own. ]

[ god she hopes she doesn't get sucked into the sky or some shit. ]


husks and haunts.
[ julie walks along the walls of a hallway, the whole "being sideways" thing disorienting her a little, but she manages. unsure what she's looking for or why she even came in here. ]

[ her unease isn't helped any, by a body (or an amalgamation of bodies) slips out of a hole in the ceiling and falls wetly to the floor. a very real sense of panic rips through her — of course that thing's here, of course this must be the withered isle, of course, of course — but the way this thing moves isn't at all familiar. ]

[ she dives at it, knife out... and is immediately flung against another wall by three sets of arms. which is pretty rude, honestly. ]


wildcard.
[ any prompt, whatever you want, come at me. ]
bespotted: (059)

[personal profile] bespotted 2025-05-18 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Diarmuid has no cause to disbelieve him. He stands at the ready even as he receives the man's explanation, head tilted slightly to track a creaking sound in the distance. To discern whether it's another of the building's groaning shifts or more warped monsters hoping to get the drop on them. At least it's convenient that he never has to wait long to find another target.

As if expressing the fortuitousness of having crossed paths, he answers with an agreeable air: ]


It would seem that at present I have no higher calling.

[ Even if they were to part ways, it's likely he'd continue hunting those strange things as well. There's no indication of doubt for his own abilities, or those of the man beside him, but he doesn't feel the need to suggest they split up either. The question offers another benefit to cooperating, after all, since his hasty flight from the broken summoning did leave him somewhat lacking in explanations for his circumstances. ]

Is it this convoy that summoned us?

[ A simple enough affirmation, but a quick listener could easily peg the assumption in his own question: it's not being summoned that's unusual to him. ]
phantomshow: (in a bar room brawl)

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-18 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Ren takes a deep breath, steadying the adrenaline rush coursing through him after the fight. He never tires of this feeling - the thrill of victory. Casually twirling the blade in his hand, he nods and murmurs an affirming sound to answer the question Levi asks.

“His name’s Arsène. We call them Personas.” Ah, but how to explain a Persona … something something soul of rebellion made manifest … maybe something simpler will work better.

“He’s … a part of me,” is what Ren settles on, lightly tapping fingers to his chest at his heart. Then, just to get ahead of any potential concern, he adds: “He won’t hurt you.”
firstsoldier: (pic#17626936)

[personal profile] firstsoldier 2025-05-18 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[When Sephiroth turns to continue the hunt, there's something deliberately not stealthy about it, albeit casually done; the scrape of a boot, the jingle of bits of metal. The monsters here were ambushers, and he was going to continue to make himself a target.

It's always easier to find monsters when they were seeking him, too.]


The other ones, the cybernetic creatures, are unlikely to be as tainted. If you require their power, I will leave those to you and deal with the experiments myself.

[At this point, what's a little more corruption? A little less humanity?

The thought is shoved aside. He's willing enough to work alongside someone else, and Diarmuid is more likely than most to know to stay out of range of his own blade as it would hamper the use of spear as well. And if the Servant was going to be part of the convoy now ... a better idea of what he was capable of and how he fit into Sephiroth's mental hierarchy was a perfectly good way to spend time.

Being bait is probably also why he doesn't bother to lower his voice the way one probably should when hunting.]


We only have theories. The convoy itself is automated, but someone had to have designed it, just as someone had to have made the summoning circles and branded us. Who is unknown. Our destination is a place called 'Nirvana', though how far it is and ... how human we will still be by then remains to be seen.
solitarysoul: (Doggy neutral)

[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-05-18 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Levi." Hm, this guy's eyes didn't look so good. "D-do you need help? I thought I heard...w-well not heard but, um...y-yeah."

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