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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-10-22 07:42 pm

the clock tower


Happy Hallow-elevator! The clock tower event lasts between 22 October and 8 November. ICly, the tower incursion stretches around a week, and you’re welcome to have your character investigate something else, if they finish early!



THE CLOCK TOWER




ALL IS AS ALL WAS| TRIAL & NO ERRORS | THE TOWER




ALL IS AS ALL WAS

Play it cool, as Serthica’s customs officers pore over your passport papers, before grudgingly allowing you overground. Minaras, you hear, is hunting a delinquent.

Both it and Eidris fare well, with no sign of the damage that preceded the Unwinding. Locals no longer behave eerily, dragons and clockwork droids roam freely, and everyone hates taxes.

Yet perfect strangers insist they know you. Your assigned address leads to a different house. The roads, buildings and architecture look ‘lived in,’ but changed.

No one remembers the Unwinding.

Burlap mannequins sometimes watch from mirrors, windows and reflecting surfaces.

■ You might hear shifting and scratching in Eidris walls.

Minaras has doubled its bounty for a man not unlike Leonard McCoy.

Black fungal spores are found on the increasingly voluminous experiment vials, specimens and supplies thrown out by Minaras medical facilities.

■ Frail and confused, Ellethia survivor Zenobius finally awakens. A short thread is up for RNG grabs.




TRIALS & NO ERRORS

The guard troops that Eidris and Minaras assign to the Neutral Zone now protect King Thivar and High Councillor Arabella during the annual Sanctuary Reckoning trials. Both adjudicate cases that violate the ceasefire.

Prolonging the trials buys time for your companions in the clock tower.

■ Create a distraction — flood the judgement hall rooms? Fire? Illusions?

■ Pose as trial participants: perhaps you are of Eidris, and you caught this wicked Minaraian raiding your home? Mayhap this wretched man of Eidris stole your girlfriend? Wait, you’re a Minaraian who wants to kill King Thivar?

■ …organise breakouts, if Thivar or Arabella have your jailed. You are first imprisoned in makeshift Sanctuary cells — all but poorly locked, glorified closets. Get a trial sentence!

Thivar and Arabella treat the trials as a box-ticking exercise.





THE TOWER

As Eidris and Minaras play court, you can infiltrate the Neutral Zone clock tower of Vassarizhia.

■ Only token security remains. The door is unlocked.

Karsa supplies paper talismans that must be burned in the watch fire at the tower’s top level.

■ Each burned talisman amplifies the reveal spell that Karsa activates. Link a finished burning thread by 8 November to help the cause.

■ A November mod post will describe how much of Serthica’s ‘undeath’ characters can see.

■ Placing Magnus’ dragon eye before the tower’s telescope will allow characters to always see Serthica’s undeath, moving forward.




✘ ELEVATOR ETIQUETTE

Imperfect stillness dominates Vassarizhia: your footsteps do not click, words die in your mouth. The tower’s rickety gear slither silently. Your heartbeat aligns with the clock’s tick… tock.
You have the growing, gnarly certainty that you have invaded something ancient and alive.

The tower’s entryway level is large, deserted, stacked with gears. At its core is a dilapidated open elevator shaft.

A large sign says to find and pull the floor lever, if elevators stop.

■ There are two elevators. Each narrow lift can hold up to four people, crammed. The upper half of the carriage is chain-link fence, while the floors contain hatches that sometimes open mid-travel for 30 seconds. Hold on to ceiling-bound leather straps.

■ The ropes holding the elevators are thick, but tattered.

■ The elevator’s creaking squeals can awaken swarms of 1m-tall bats and bat wyverns. They rattle the lift, but ultimately withdraw.

■ The elevator can stop at as many levels as you want (or none!).

■ Beyond the second level, you feel intensely paranoid and see your companions as the persons you most hate/fear for five to 10 minutes. Reaching the top, you are tempted to cut the lift ropes of those who follow. (The ropes and elevators recover, after crashing to the bottom. )

■ On each floor, as you exit the elevator, a nearby wall shows a different scratched instruction, signed by DAVID.


LEVEL I: THE LABYRINTH| LEVEL II: THE ANCESTOR | LEVEL III: TAG! YOU’RE IT
LEVEL IV: THE ROOM WHERE NOTHING HAPPENS | LEVEL V: IT’S RAINING (AGAIN)




LEVEL I: THE LABYRINTH
CONTENT WARNING: MINOTAUR, BODY HORROR

Step into a jail maze, flooded to knee level. Confusing corridors narrow, widen and contort, while wall torches dim.

Intermittent howling reveals you’re not alone. Hiding, you see child-like chalk drawings of forest animals on walls — and a great minotaur. Keep silent.

■ David S P’s wall scrawl says, IT RUNS IN THE FAMILY.

■ Collect some of the many discarded daggers or axes. Rope bundles float in water — use them to paralyse your captive or briefly force them under your control.

■ Don’t linger in one place: rotting, bodiless hands surface to restrain you.

■ Bad news, if you swallow water when the minotaur or dead hands try to drown you: your skin stretches and bursts, while your bones pop and extend. You mutate into a half human, half woodland creature, all bloodlust. ( Inspiration, anyone? ) Your companions should still recognise you; between hazy memories and constant pain, you might struggle to remember them and even attack.

■ Morphed characters can (painfully) return to normal within minutes of re-entering the elevator.

■ A smaller and distressed three-headed minotaur also roams the labyrinth. Two of its heads sob, while the third urges you to hide with it when brother approaches. It tries to throttle you with a noose to make brother happy, if you follow. David did say.

■ The minotaur and its sibling have poor sight. They cannot enter a corridor where you’ve drawn or laid down a line.

■ Pull the lever, and a straight corridor leads you to the elevator.


TOP | LEVEL II | LEVEL III | LEVEL IV | LEVEL V




LEVEL II: THE ANCESTOR
CONTENT WARNING: GIANT SKELETON, BLOOD DRINKING

Here, only barren stone and thin rivulets of fresh water pouring from wall fountains with sharp-tipped ornaments — your spilled blood quickly infects the basins. Knives, pins and bowls have been abandoned nearby.

High pressure and vertigo overwhelm you. Follow a rhythmic heaving to where the upper half of an enormous skeleton — the Ancestor — has broken through a wall. White, silk thread fetters it. Dried blood rims its cracked mouth. Before it, the stone floor has been tarnished, up to a 5m radius.

The Ancestor appears dormant, a crown of iron thorns on its head. It clutches the lever tightly in its right hand. Above it, an engraving urges, SPILL WINE FOR YOUR ANCESTOR.

■ David S P’s elevator scrawl says, WATER TO WINE.

■ Dally staring and you feel dizzy, nauseous, depressed and compelled to share your close-death encounters. Before you know it, you are stepping into the Ancestor’s radius…

■ …where it plunges for you, if you don’t bear a filled cup. The silk ropes keep the Ancestor from reaching beyond 5m.

■ Two carvings under his fists read HONOUR THY FATHER and DISHONOUR THY MOTHER.

■ Quickly distract the Ancestor from crumbling his captives, tearing their arms or attempting to eat them.

■ The Ancestor is instinct-driven, consumed by thirst. It cannot see or smell, and only remembers taste. Sounds divert it.

■ Improvise: there is no actual wine here. Infuse water, spill blood, or vocally pretend you are delivering wine, and the Ancestor might spare you.

■ If sated, the Ancestor releases the lever.


TOP | LEVEL I | LEVEL III | LEVEL IV | LEVEL V




LEVEL III: TAG! YOU’RE IT
CONTENT WARNING: SCARECROW, SKINNED CREATURES

Enjoy pitch dark, dread and bile spreading in your gut. Take a candle from near the elevator and roam through small, unlocked rooms that feature tattered beds, strips of tanning leather and blood or wax spilled on the floor.

■ David S P’s wall scrawl says, O CATCHES IT.

■ Ahead, you see candle-bearing mannequins that dance a hora to the same song played by Jim Kirk’s music box: “Up the mountain, in the grove, hand in hand to Ke-Waihu, fresh harvest’s a treasure trove, each fall we feast anew.”

■ The creatures are patched abominations of wax, skinned flesh and burlap. In the middle of the hora is a wiry scarecrow, eyes blazing with candle fire as it points a large cleaver. In certain lights, the scarecrow’s face briefly contorts into that of your mother. It wears priestly robes that Arc III survivors may recognise from the House of Ravens.

■ As the dance finishes, you notice the lever in the middle of the circle, where flame spells out TAKE THEM, NOT ME. The game begins.

■ The abominations run, gleefully manic and screaming TAAAA~AAAAAG. YOU’RE IT! The scarecrow unflinchingly cuts them down while pursuing you. Hide in the abandoned rooms, or risk snuffing your candle to avoid detection.

■ Some abominations slap you, hold you, or alert the scarecrow. Others offer shelter. A few peel off wax skins from their limbs — showing black fungi beneath. They murmur, IT NEVER GOES AWAY.

■ Parchment strips fall from the scarecrow’s sleeves, reading, HAPPY NAME DAY, MOTHER KNOWS BEST, THE SIN RAN DEEPER THAN SKIN, IF YOU CAN BEAR IT, IT’S A GAME.

■ Bless David: draw the scarecrow into a drawn or makeshift circle to trap it.

■ Intense, paralysing fear arrests you, if the scarecrow catches you. The wax abominations chant, TAKE THEM, NOT ME. One might even take pity and move your numbed mouth to utter the words. Say them — and the scarecrow lands deep cuts on your arms, then pursues your companion.

■ If you betray someone, the abominations take the appearance of your worst version: whether physically mutated, with a temper that amplifies your worst features, or both.


TOP | LEVEL I | LEVEL II | LEVEL IV | LEVEL V




LEVEL IV: THE ROOM WHERE NOTHING HAPPENS
CONTENT WARNING: MANIPULATION, MENTAL COERCION

You enter a quiet room. The lever sits on a table, beside rope and a dagger. As you approach, your surroundings transform: perhaps your dearest dead appear to warmly welcome you. Crowds of your doubters celebrate your success. Or you are in a calm oasis, where nothing hurts.

■ David S P’s wall scrawl says, THIS DREAM IS A NIGHTMARE.

■ Whatever your deepest wishes, the room’s vivid illusions provide. With time, your beautiful dreams deteriorate into horror. Sometimes, you hear whispers of, Make a wish.

■ The room increasingly drains your life force. Within half an hour, you have gaunt flesh, brittle bones and a hunched back. Or you might feel compelled to harm yourself, clawing your arms and face, or pulling your hair out.

■ The damage comes undone minutes after reaching the elevator.

■ The room focuses on one person: if someone joins you, they see fainter echoes of what the room shows you, but they are not enthralled. They must coax or drag you away.

■ If you are under the room’s influence, it forces you to make any later intruders stay.


TOP | LEVEL I | LEVEL II | LEVEL III | LEVEL V




LEVEL V: IT’S RAINING (AGAIN)
CONTENT WARNING: PLAGUE, THE CHILD

At the tower’s open-sky top, fire crackles from a small stone pit, shielded by a familiar, immovable blood-spattered white umbrella. Nearby, discover an immense rusted telescope and other discarded astronomy tools.

You trip on rain-battered yellowed bones at every step. One skeletal hand holds a watch piece, engraved for Mr. David Sebastian Pumpkins.

■ David S P’s has only scrawled his signature.

■ You might reach the flame easily, or be overwhelmed by sickness, black fungal spores blooming on your fingers, while you cough blood and experience intense fever. The symptoms wane once you reach the fire.

■ Burn paper talismans and link finished threads to help Karsa’s spell.

■ The child with a fox mask from the Unwinding could appear. Sign up for one of three short threads, which must finalise by 3 November.


NOTES

■ Some of the bigger plot clues have been emphasised, to help navigate through the horror details.

■ You can hit up some NPCs during the trials.

■ Check out plotting posts for last-minute team-ups.

Back to the top.

QUESTIONS

wooden_one: (neutral | another resting bitch face)

[personal profile] wooden_one 2022-10-27 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[He frowns, leaning over to catch Xie Lian's hand in his.]

Who's asking you about that?

[It sounds like an annoyed grumble. Even though he's hurting all over, he tries to pull Xie Lian to his feet.]

Come on, or I'm leaving you behind.

[Or, so he says.]

littlemimic: (this might be the end)

level v

[personal profile] littlemimic 2022-10-27 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Holy fucking shite, you've got some black death oozing from your everything, Constantine." This is disgusting and utterly horrifying, watching a man decay so fast before her very eyes. Yet he pushing through all that to crawl towards the fire where they're supposed to burn their talismans.

Lila's own symptoms are mild compared to his, the most beginning stages of the plague dotting her skin and pushing her temperature higher. Maybe it's her wish at work, maybe this is just how the room works to see who would sacrifice the other person for their own safety. She looks back and forth between the man on the floor and the fire for a moment, before reaching down to grab at his trench coat.

"Don't fight or this is going to be a bitch to get you across." It already is with all these bones scattered across the floor, but somehow she'll manage. "We're going fast before you end up like your buddies down there."

As fast as she can pull a full-sized man, so please hold most complaints about rolling over a bone the wrong way for the worst cases. She starts dragging him him and kicking bigger skeleton parts out of the way.
kahl_175: Kahl is looking toward a light (looking-mission complete)

[personal profile] kahl_175 2022-10-27 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Kahl reaches the circle of firelight, dropping down heavily onto one knee, pulling the magic paper out of a pocket on his armor. He holds it out, metal fingers fully in the flame. He wants to make sure it'll really burn.

Once the paper is ash on his fingertips, he sits down fully, wincing as he does so.]


If Doctor say stay here, then... Kahl trust. [Sitting down makes it easier to breathe, anyway. He takes a long moment, just to do that.]

Brother did good. Beat Kahl here. [He'd gone alone, because the elevators looked weak. He hadn't wanted to risk dropping anybody down the tower. Probably a mistake.]
kahl_175: Kahl is looking toward a light (looking-mission complete)

[personal profile] kahl_175 2022-10-27 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Clara and Kahl have burned their talismans here!
slippin: (pic#15849365)

[personal profile] slippin 2022-10-27 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh. Sure, okay. He takes the nub of charcoal, rolling it in his fingers. The flare of anger makes him reconsider the lighthouses—now they look defiant, born of resentment. This is what you want? Well, here you go.

But that's art for you. ]
I'm guessing it won't surprise you to hear their lips are as tight as their, uh, purse strings. [ He gives the charcoal a light toss, but his gaze stays with the other man. ] What's a day like here?
littlemimic: (shite eating grin)

[personal profile] littlemimic 2022-10-27 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Crammed into the too-small elevator is possibly one of the last people he wanted to see or be stuck with. In between her fingers is a knife she had picked up from somewhere so as to arm herself from whatever this god-forsaken tower might hold. Lila doesn't need Diego's ability to accurately throw it at her intended target, all those long years of training with the Handler have done that job.

Maybe the trial would have been the easier choice to go do, the safer one. Yet Lila was never one to sit back and let someone else do all of the dirty work. She's lost track of what floor she just came out of, only that it's been a couple by now. When their eyes meet, Lila flashes him a devious grin.

"This is a lot smaller than that closet. You going to survive being stuck in here with me?" There's a rising paranoia in the air that doesn't belong to her and doesn't entirely feel uniquely Five, yet she can't help poking the bear.
thedreamer: (026)

[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-10-27 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ any interest in your delightful wolf and/or naked man rescuing this weirdo from something terrible? ]
thedreamer: (0318)

[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-10-27 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ He may be gradually growing a bit concerned, though he doesn't think it's nearly as dire as it could be. True, they're being chased by strange creatures and an even more horrifying scarecrow wielding a rather sharp blade. It wouldn't be his first or even second choice for an adventure, admittedly, but they'll find a way out of this, he's sure. All isn't lost. Yet. ]

Yes, I absolutely believe you.

[ About being okay. But no bother, really, he knows and understands what those words really mean. He uses them frequently himself. ]

We're both very okay. Well, we will be. When we get out of this room with its...[ He moves closer to the floor, kneeling down close, enough to catch a whiff of a scent. ] ...yes, that does appear to be blood on the floor. Not to alarm you. [ Too late, probably. ] No, really, don't worry! It's meant to make us scared, try to throw us off. We'll sort our way out. Just another mind game.

[ What's hunting them is just on the other side of the door, yes, but hasn't broken through yet, and so as the Doctor speaks, he's moving about, examining everything in the room, pushing duvets off of the worn beds, checking under the beds, looking at corners, trying to find a way that leads to another room or passage. Finally, as he's touching various wall panels, he feels one move, making a creaking sound. ]

A passageway to another room! Oh, I love secret hiding places. Particularly when we're being chased by an unstable fellow with a very sharp blade.

[ Maybe they can sneak from room to room this way and circle back to where the lever was. ]
spoilers: (smile:  forced)

[personal profile] spoilers 2022-10-27 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
She glances in his direction, and in the faint light, there's the hint of a smile. Is she enjoying this? Maybe a little. Is she pleased he remembered to whisper? Absolutely.

"Well, you're right about that. I've done it a few times." Yes, she does mean died. Never by sword, though. Or minotaur. "I'd like not to do it again today."

But she's been in worse situations, faced more terrifying creatures.

"No swords to be found here, magic or otherwise." If she makes a face at magic, well, maybe he's imagined it. "But plenty of axes."

And now there's definitely mischief lighting her eyes, the thrill of an adventure. "Are you ready for this?"
weifinder: (hangover | there's something)

[personal profile] weifinder 2022-10-27 08:15 am (UTC)(link)

( Wei Wuxian listens, breathing in, breathing out. He knows needing distance. He knows witnessing things too terrible to contemplate. He knows being of their machinations. )

It is likely. Most all happened before I ever was close to your home citadel, or what was left of it. The land was... changed. Corrosive at large, and life-bound around the Tower. The waters... the waters were plagued by mermaids who mostly hadn't survived contact.

( Consuming, consuming, consuming for ages on end. )

I'm sorry. That much loss... nothing changes its pain.

( Time simply demands of them forward movement, and that's all. )
weifinder: (orly | now i'm sitting right here)

[personal profile] weifinder 2022-10-27 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
What reputation?

( he asks, looking sincerely puzzled. to be fair, he's also wearing a beard here, that's well groomed, so there's... that one... difference... that makes this all more hilarious. )

Mine is in the excellence of my facial hair groomings for others. I see no evidence you take pride in anything of the kind, whoever you are! Look at how clean shaven your face remains!
weifinder: (smile | here stands a man)

[personal profile] weifinder 2022-10-27 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
( Wei Wuxian read the words, witnessed the water, and now stares up at the skeleton melded to the wall, so incredibly, immensely large. )

You know, I could try forcing the issue...

( The skeleton, looming, waits. )

But who doesn't enjoy a little wine? What do you say? ( Glancing to Eda. ) Shall we make this fine wall o' bones an Eastern Vintage worthy of kings and beggars alike?
weifinder: (but | you lost yourself)

[personal profile] weifinder 2022-10-27 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
( there's been enough of tag, and chasing by misshapen creatures and an ode to wen ning's powers of disguise, if only he had them. there are no elevators waiting at the central lift, only the rope, danging, and the intimation of how to climb upward, as the carousing of the terrors of this game continue on and on and on.

lan zhan has not suffered the lower levels in pristine condition; wei wuxian wears his dirt and blood (not his, for the most part) with better flair, being in dark robes to begin with. his husband looks set upon by stampeding toddlers at minimum, donkeys more likely, and rabbits only if they were ruthless with him as they were with wei wuxian.

the climb isn't a hardship, not really, so much as something that cannot be smooth. lan zhan leads, and wei wuxian climbs, avoiding looking up when the robes overhead are layered and weighed down by dirt and the expanse of his husband's boots, and legs beyond—what else might follow, he's not allowing himself to guess.

the problem in not looking up, as his muscles ache in sweet, tiring exertion, and he feels pleasantly alive in this unpleasant stacking of casual cruelties, comes to this: anytime lan zhan is not swift and sure, and wei wuxian too clever in his holds and quick to follow, his head meets the trailing ends of his husband's robes. and he grows fonder and fonder of his passing dream of a clean creek and flowing, pristine waters, into which he can toss all their robes, and lan zhan suffer the indignity of private nudity.

it's a nice fantasy, especially as he yanks his head back down out of the muddy, bloodied trailing robes that temporarily crown him.
)

Lan Zhan? Trouble?

( shoulders hunched, and head tucked down, he tries leaning out enough to the side to see up toward his husband's face, to... middling, meagre success. )
weifinder: (mmhm | so i pray)

[personal profile] weifinder 2022-10-27 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
( the larger minotaur is in another part of this level's labyrinth, splashing through waters or clomping down halls, when they find themselves confronted with a three headed beast of similar ilk. a whining, complaining one, who urges them flee... and then runs at them. )

Shall we make quick work of this one?

( he asks una, even now bringing his flute to his lips to play the resentful energies of this level alone into restraining the weeping, flailing, death-intending creature. )
bravelyrunsaway: (wolf; trying to take what I could get)

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-10-27 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
( Licyn snorts, such a sharp, clear sound that doesn't fit with what a wolf should do, and pushes back against Izumi's shove. He makes a not-quite-growling sound, a wawrwarwar, shoving his nose into Izumi's chest and lifting that paw to press at his stomach.

He knows how to be annoying. Leveraging it can be useful, and he needs the man moving more, so he can get a decent hold on his clothing, and drag him back from this false shore.
)
bravelyrunsaway: a red wolf running away from the camera, ears turned back toward the photographer (wolf; don't make me sad)

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-10-27 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
( Licyn whimpers in spite of himself when he's lifted, the healing of his ribs slowed by the motion, but his organs continuing on, just uncomfortable with the swelling from blood retained and not yet absorbed. He doesn't attempt to do more than lift his head the once, surprised outright that Xie Lian suffers no difficulties carrying him, but also not caring enough to put more energy into struggling than healing.

His head drops back down, and he allows Xie Lian to take them from the illusion of lava, and the sudden, sharp crash of the elevator, come back down the shaft. He shudders at the sound of it, ears pressing back flat against his head, splinters of wood and metal shooting out after them. Some make impact with parts of him not shielded by Xie Lian, though he barely grunts.
)
bravelyrunsaway: a red wolf running away from the camera, ears turned back toward the photographer (wolf; don't make me sad)

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-10-27 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
( absolutely! Which is to say, perhaps, there is a labyrinth, and plenty of hands which grab, but more importantly, and perhaps more relevantly, a three headed weeping horror of a little minotaur brother that plays on heartstrings and sympathy right before he sobs and lunges into a chase. Licyn can hear him, all three heads a strange cacophony of sound and apology and anger and grief, discordant to his ears.

This is not something he likes, but as he avoids the waters, this is straightforward enough to handle. Fighting in this form, where his human form is not helpless, but less pointedly useful, means he's been stalking along, listening for any others lost on the level, and for where the minotaurs roam. The sudden ramp up into a chase has him lurching down a parallel wall, tracing scent and sound until he's winding through and leaping water and dark hands to pat down on damp stone, claws scrabbling for purchase when it grows too slick. The three headed minotaur is so set on chasing after his prey of the moment, he has no idea something runs closer, coming from behind. The sounds of his own pounding hoofbeats as he tries to chase the Doctor into a corner makes it difficult to hear at all.

Unless you're suddenly inspired to violence, stay out of its reach! It's longer than you think!

Because he knows, unlike with most here, the other scent he's caught can hear his mind-speech, which otherwise is only audible to fellow shifters from his home.
)
makemeasong: (Default)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2022-10-27 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ level IV trauma is one of the ones I haven't played around with yet /eyes emoji but also i can not be lazy and whip something up too!]
slippin: (pic#16001034)

[personal profile] slippin 2022-10-27 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Even the click of Kim's heels seems sharper than usual as they approach Constantine—who, yeah, it must be said, has shown up to court looking like a Salvation Army donation left out overnight. Jimmy checks himself accordingly, but it's one thing to keep the smile off his face and another to completely grind out his enthusiasm for an obscenity-spouting bird.

“Look at that,” he says, admiration bleeding into his voice. He cocks his head, gives the bird a look that's half-speculative, half-smitten. He'd been picturing something more colorful, but white could work too—especially if the courtroom is dark and grim, as is their wont. White feathers shed on a pristine floor. “A real enemy of the state.”

He leans in. Not too close, out of pecking range. “Say, uh...” The threatening smile finally wins out. He pauses, puts on a voice that's part sinister Vincent Price, part squawky parrot: “'I'll not have my fill of revenge until this village is a graveyard.'”
strewth: campbell; a green and pleasant land. (your tie.)

[personal profile] strewth 2022-10-27 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
John is saved from the necessity of responding to Kim when the bird turns its head ninety degrees and screeches, "wanker!"

To Jimmy, he can only shrug. "Ain't that intelligent, mate. Try for something shorter."

The bird hops from one foot to another, dancing on John's knees. "Piss!"
kahl_175: Kahl has a tight-lipped smile on his face. It's actually a microexpression in a scene where he's not feeling great, but I work with what I've got. (smile-fw RK NW)

Elevator ettiquite!

[personal profile] kahl_175 2022-10-27 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Eldax very pretty. Kahl would like to see. [He'd started looking at more things once he was out of the army. He'd seen a lot, and Grineer always liked something interesting to look at when you were stuck on watch. But the army made you hungry and tired and kept a rifle in your hands. Kahl still had his with him--he wouldn't go on a mission like this without one. But if he didn't have to use it, he'd be happy.

Until then, stories were good. Kahl had lots.]


Kahl been on worse. Corpus ship crash, Kahl and brothers search. Whole squad get on platform, Tuska press button. [What happened next had been startling and painful, but Kahl laughs about it now.]

It work. But it bounce squad. And wobble, and screech bad. [Kolor had broke her nose, and somebody elbowed Kahl hard in the stomach. He'd been wheezing by the time they piled out on the top floor. After that, they'd refused to touch any buttons they found.]

This one better. Kahl's feet stay on floor.
scrapgege: (034-01)

[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-10-27 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Xie Lian almost cradles the big wolf as he escapes the shaft, and the crash of the elevator sends him tumbling a bit forward but he holds tight onto the wolf and doesn't drop him, taking a few extra steps before he finally puts him down again, very carefully and mindful of his injuries, and kneels next to him.]

Phew. We made it just in time.

small>[And he is going to reach behind himself and... pull out a big piece of metal that's apparently embedded itself in his shoulder.]

Haaaaa, my robes are going to be ruined again.
scrapgege: (happy)

[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-10-27 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Xie Lian is thankfully not very heavy, so after a few false starts, he manages, with help, to stumble to his feet.

And his smile is still bright behind the blood.]


You wouldn't, Daozhang. You're too kind for that.
scrapgege: (Default)

[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-10-27 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
You don't have to come with me if you'd rather stay out of range. It's fine, I'm pretty fast.

[He's still holding out the bun, patiently. The giant skeleton seems perplex.

And as its mouth slowly opens, Xie Lian lobs the meatbun into it.]


I guess we'll know soon if he liked it.
beitangmoran: (serious)

[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-10-27 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course, they must. But surely, not at the expense of the citizens.

[Honestly, she looks the most synthetic he's seen anyone look in this place. She's always acted like an autmaton.]

Wouldn't it be terrible is the sickness spread again?
Edited 2022-10-27 15:48 (UTC)