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DROP IN PROMPTS, PICTURES, OLD THREADS, A POST OR EVEN TFLN BRING IT.
( cw: body horror, gore, violence & etc. in some threads + please label threads for such. )
DROP IN PROMPTS, PICTURES, OLD THREADS, A POST OR EVEN TFLN BRING IT.
( cw: body horror, gore, violence & etc. in some threads + please label threads for such. )
A little juice before a trial couldn't hurt. Not like we have much left to lose anyway.
p.s. bc i completely forgot to mention but ur pb choice 👌👌
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curiously
- 2020-08-09 03:24 (UTC) - Expandoh THANK YOU! i was frantically looking last night LOL
dadbydaylight
- 2020-08-09 04:24 (UTC) - ExpandWhen you're in it? Of course.
[ in the distance, a generator powers on, a beacon in the darkness. Danny glances in its direction but otherwise doesn't move. ]
It's never boring when you're around.
[ in the distance, a generator powers on, a beacon in the darkness. Danny glances in its direction but otherwise doesn't move. ]
It's never boring when you're around.
( ➵ from here. )
[ something nice in the world of the entity is an absolute rarity. whiskey she takes from the saloon wouldn't help in nancy's situation at all despite bringing cheer to others, or at least that's what zarina believes. alcohol rarely solves such issues. ]
Not exactly, no. [ a shake of her head. ] Most I can offer is good company. Is that all right?
[ something nice in the world of the entity is an absolute rarity. whiskey she takes from the saloon wouldn't help in nancy's situation at all despite bringing cheer to others, or at least that's what zarina believes. alcohol rarely solves such issues. ]
Not exactly, no. [ a shake of her head. ] Most I can offer is good company. Is that all right?
[ Nancy "messiest drunk" Wheeler should not be allowed to have alcohol in a place like this or ever, really, which means that it'll happen sooner or later, and it'll be terribly embarrassing for all parties involved.
at least today is not that day. she summons a smile and bumps her shoulder against Zarina's, before nodding her head. ] Of course.
Does it freak you out? Going out there by yourself?
at least today is not that day. she summons a smile and bumps her shoulder against Zarina's, before nodding her head. ] Of course.
Does it freak you out? Going out there by yourself?
Better chance to investigate the puzzle, you mean.
The bells rang but I didn't see anything else before Legion found me. It's hard to get a good look at a building when you're running for your life.
( ➵ from here )
[ just thinking about her father's death has zarina silent in her place at the campfire, always wishing about the what if that can never be. it's over and she's moved on... yet the ache never leaves. ]
While the bottle and I are waiting: The Doctor. Same rating as Trapper except he gets a 0 on personality.
[ just thinking about her father's death has zarina silent in her place at the campfire, always wishing about the what if that can never be. it's over and she's moved on... yet the ache never leaves. ]
While the bottle and I are waiting: The Doctor. Same rating as Trapper except he gets a 0 on personality.
Edited 2020-10-25 11:20 (UTC)
[ cheryl is still plagued by guilt and what ifs... what if she'd gotten home sooner that day? what if she'd never gone to the mall? what if dad hadn't even... no. it's never good when she goes down that route and she puts a stop to it.
so with a deep sigh she tables it and starts to head out to find zarina. ]
Oh totally. Plus the giggling. Is he in middle school or something?
so with a deep sigh she tables it and starts to head out to find zarina. ]
Oh totally. Plus the giggling. Is he in middle school or something?
we were trying to get this comic book for kent because he won't shut up about it, and when we get to the comic shop, there's this protectron wandering around. think it got some wires crossed years ago because it's firing at anything that moves, feral ghoul or not. we can sneak past it to get in and out, but where's the fun in that?
so we found some gas and made a nice puddle for it to walk into when it came back around the front. tricked it into shooting at its own feet. bam, fireworks.
did you know protectrons explode under the right circumstances? found that out today.
so we found some gas and made a nice puddle for it to walk into when it came back around the front. tricked it into shooting at its own feet. bam, fireworks.
did you know protectrons explode under the right circumstances? found that out today.
Edited 2020-10-27 08:23 (UTC)
[ gold flashes in the fog and glimmers on the ground in splotches. Sometimes he loses track of it and has to stop to wipe away the ooze dripping into—from—his eyes, clearing his vision just enough to see again. To keep going. Finding someone in the emptiness between realms isn't easy at the best of times—and this is definitely not one of those. Especially not for him.
Somewhere deep within his mind, a place still yet untouched by the substance coursing through his veins, he knows what's going on. Remembers it happening before. The fleshy flowers growing like blisters, filling the air with a rotten odor as their petals burst open with a wet crack. The moon itself turning a sickly orange. The nausea twisting within him, seemingly at random. Without explanation—until some scrap of the Entity's whispering finally reached him after a long stretch of silence.
Blight. Sick. Purge. Purge. Purge.
During that time, no trials occurred. Or the Entity failed to call him to one, leaving him warily wandering the fog without any distraction from the pulsating plants and the strange, swollen moon. Just like now. The same scenes of corruption awaited him wherever he went, each realm he visited oddly lifeless despite the flowers and their tendrils spreading across the ground. But the howls and screeches echoing from their distant corners told another story—one that, for once, he wasn’t eager to investigate.
The attack had come from nowhere. A sharp blow to the back of his head followed by a piercing sting, realized a second too late, not long enough for it to even register as an injection. Oh, but once the pain started, then—then he had what felt like an eternity for all of it to sink in when an intense heat began burning him alive from the inside. In front of his widened and now lidless eyes, his skin blackened, then split open. The flesh near his shoulders sloughed off in sheets. His voice shredded itself in near-continuous screaming. Blood and glowing serum seeped from his mouth as he collapsed, convulsions wracking his body. The last thing he saw before his mask melted right onto his face was the silhouette of a man emerging from the shadows. Unhurried, watching him while he choked on molten plastic in the dark.
Still watching when he regained consciousness to the odd, horrifying sensation of dirt against his exposed guts. Yet somehow he could see again—and his rage at sight of the man just standing there snuffed out any terror. Had he tried to say anything then? Or had he only snarled like a rabid animal as he sprang up and lunged towards the man, knife flashing?
But the movement was too much, too sudden, and he blacked out as he slashed down wildly, feeling the blade catch on and cut into something. The next time he came to, the man had disappeared. Instead, a trail of luminous spatter led into the fog.
Clutching his knife, he got up and followed.
But. How long has he been walking? And where is he?
A wave of dizziness pushes against him. He stops, steadying himself by digging his knife into whatever wall he’s walking next to.
A click. A hiss. A new searing pain surging from between his shoulder blades, doubling him over and driving him onto his hands and knees. His knife clatters to the floor. Beneath the melded mess of his mask, he screams—guttural, gurgling—as everything goes gold again. ]
Somewhere deep within his mind, a place still yet untouched by the substance coursing through his veins, he knows what's going on. Remembers it happening before. The fleshy flowers growing like blisters, filling the air with a rotten odor as their petals burst open with a wet crack. The moon itself turning a sickly orange. The nausea twisting within him, seemingly at random. Without explanation—until some scrap of the Entity's whispering finally reached him after a long stretch of silence.
Blight. Sick. Purge. Purge. Purge.
During that time, no trials occurred. Or the Entity failed to call him to one, leaving him warily wandering the fog without any distraction from the pulsating plants and the strange, swollen moon. Just like now. The same scenes of corruption awaited him wherever he went, each realm he visited oddly lifeless despite the flowers and their tendrils spreading across the ground. But the howls and screeches echoing from their distant corners told another story—one that, for once, he wasn’t eager to investigate.
The attack had come from nowhere. A sharp blow to the back of his head followed by a piercing sting, realized a second too late, not long enough for it to even register as an injection. Oh, but once the pain started, then—then he had what felt like an eternity for all of it to sink in when an intense heat began burning him alive from the inside. In front of his widened and now lidless eyes, his skin blackened, then split open. The flesh near his shoulders sloughed off in sheets. His voice shredded itself in near-continuous screaming. Blood and glowing serum seeped from his mouth as he collapsed, convulsions wracking his body. The last thing he saw before his mask melted right onto his face was the silhouette of a man emerging from the shadows. Unhurried, watching him while he choked on molten plastic in the dark.
Still watching when he regained consciousness to the odd, horrifying sensation of dirt against his exposed guts. Yet somehow he could see again—and his rage at sight of the man just standing there snuffed out any terror. Had he tried to say anything then? Or had he only snarled like a rabid animal as he sprang up and lunged towards the man, knife flashing?
But the movement was too much, too sudden, and he blacked out as he slashed down wildly, feeling the blade catch on and cut into something. The next time he came to, the man had disappeared. Instead, a trail of luminous spatter led into the fog.
Clutching his knife, he got up and followed.
But. How long has he been walking? And where is he?
A wave of dizziness pushes against him. He stops, steadying himself by digging his knife into whatever wall he’s walking next to.
A click. A hiss. A new searing pain surging from between his shoulder blades, doubling him over and driving him onto his hands and knees. His knife clatters to the floor. Beneath the melded mess of his mask, he screams—guttural, gurgling—as everything goes gold again. ]
[ traveling through the fog becomes more familiar to zarina with each and every day she's trapped in the world of the entity. she learns that working with a team is best when it comes to scavenging for supplies to bring back whether they be for trials, food, anything useful in the first place. she also learns that ones mind is most important when traveling through the fog alone — all she has to do is think of where she wishes to go, who she wishes to meet, and there ends a higher chance of heading to the realm over getting lost in the cold.
sometimes, however, it can't be helped to look over her own shoulder with or without a team — feng and ace come along this time — after dealing with far too many knives digging into her flesh. already zarina purses her own lips as she shakes her head. no, no, it's not going to happen this time. instead, her mind shifts and imagines the chill winds of the macmillan forest against her skin while they loot the place for anything to bring back to the campfire.
little does she know that events have been set in motion that will lead to an unfortunate meeting.
guided by the bright glow of the moon and a well-charged flashlight, zarina begins quieter steps by the time she spots the foundry already. good. there's always something there to find, and with ace maybe even —
all thoughts immediately shift over to what was that scream? ]
I'll check it out. [ she tells the other two already, turning the flashlight off in order to avoid suspicion. feng tells her no, ace tells her to wait, and zarina already shakes her head and waves her hand in dismissal. ] I'll be fine, but if I don't come back in... five, ten minutes, then you need to leave without me.
[ if there are any objections from ace or feng, zarina doesn't hear it as her mind already begins to form questions despite not knowing what's going on yet. who else is here with them, the trapper? it certainly doesn't like him from a distance. muffled, rougher, deeper, yet clear — that's what the man sounds like during trials whenever her ears listen in during chases
don't get caught. don't be seen. sneak out as quickly as possible after finding all the necessary information, like... gold glimmering on the ground?
brows raise as zarina bends down on one knee for a closer inspection. that is, until immediate whiplash of her head that's accompanied with a disgusted exhale — what the hell was that smell? though beautiful under light, the smell alone has the journalist already standing back up on her feet and breathing in the fresh air of the forest.
whatever it is, she knows it's already a lead. most especially after looking forward and noticing that they lead into the building. okay, easy enough. a hand waves in front of her face as though to help keep the strange new scent away. useless, of course, within larger walls as well as heading to its source. whoever screamed must be in trouble, right?
good thing she's here, then. no medkit in hand this time, but if it's a survivor then maybe she can bring the person to lisa —
a hand immediately covers her mouth in attempt to muffle a far too loud of a gasp, eyes widening at the sight as she watches liquid, near glittering gold drip down from nearly everywhere until they pool down at their immediate vicinity. cold steel of the pipe against her back as, despite zarina's shock, she tries to take in the details. the dark cloak. flayed skin with bare arms. gloves. the knife on the ground.
it's — ]
Jed!?
sometimes, however, it can't be helped to look over her own shoulder with or without a team — feng and ace come along this time — after dealing with far too many knives digging into her flesh. already zarina purses her own lips as she shakes her head. no, no, it's not going to happen this time. instead, her mind shifts and imagines the chill winds of the macmillan forest against her skin while they loot the place for anything to bring back to the campfire.
little does she know that events have been set in motion that will lead to an unfortunate meeting.
guided by the bright glow of the moon and a well-charged flashlight, zarina begins quieter steps by the time she spots the foundry already. good. there's always something there to find, and with ace maybe even —
all thoughts immediately shift over to what was that scream? ]
I'll check it out. [ she tells the other two already, turning the flashlight off in order to avoid suspicion. feng tells her no, ace tells her to wait, and zarina already shakes her head and waves her hand in dismissal. ] I'll be fine, but if I don't come back in... five, ten minutes, then you need to leave without me.
[ if there are any objections from ace or feng, zarina doesn't hear it as her mind already begins to form questions despite not knowing what's going on yet. who else is here with them, the trapper? it certainly doesn't like him from a distance. muffled, rougher, deeper, yet clear — that's what the man sounds like during trials whenever her ears listen in during chases
don't get caught. don't be seen. sneak out as quickly as possible after finding all the necessary information, like... gold glimmering on the ground?
brows raise as zarina bends down on one knee for a closer inspection. that is, until immediate whiplash of her head that's accompanied with a disgusted exhale — what the hell was that smell? though beautiful under light, the smell alone has the journalist already standing back up on her feet and breathing in the fresh air of the forest.
whatever it is, she knows it's already a lead. most especially after looking forward and noticing that they lead into the building. okay, easy enough. a hand waves in front of her face as though to help keep the strange new scent away. useless, of course, within larger walls as well as heading to its source. whoever screamed must be in trouble, right?
good thing she's here, then. no medkit in hand this time, but if it's a survivor then maybe she can bring the person to lisa —
a hand immediately covers her mouth in attempt to muffle a far too loud of a gasp, eyes widening at the sight as she watches liquid, near glittering gold drip down from nearly everywhere until they pool down at their immediate vicinity. cold steel of the pipe against her back as, despite zarina's shock, she tries to take in the details. the dark cloak. flayed skin with bare arms. gloves. the knife on the ground.
it's — ]
Jed!?
Edited 2020-11-06 17:56 (UTC)
[ hey there Zarina, it's him, ya boi. ]
That was an interesting outfit you were wearing last trial. Early Christmas present from the Entity?
That was an interesting outfit you were wearing last trial. Early Christmas present from the Entity?
( ➵ from here )
1) Ms. Kassir is my mom. 2) Promise. I'll even bring some drinks.
And hey, I've been talking to Steve. Told him I still have photos and clips of us from the campfire, he said he'd love some copies. Do you want some too?
1) Ms. Kassir is my mom. 2) Promise. I'll even bring some drinks.
And hey, I've been talking to Steve. Told him I still have photos and clips of us from the campfire, he said he'd love some copies. Do you want some too?
Edited 2020-12-08 02:42 (UTC)
( ➵ from here )
[ nancy. nancy........... funny enough, zarina can't blame nancy at all for such moments. it's exactly what she would do should she ever have the chance. ]
You know what, while you're there, could you try and take a picture of his backpack and what's inside it? I swear I saw a pair of eyes once while he carried me. Also? Whenever you get them developed, I'd love some copies of us at the campfire.
As for siblings, nope. I'm an only child. Mom sometimes wishes she had plenty more to baby, though.
[ nancy. nancy........... funny enough, zarina can't blame nancy at all for such moments. it's exactly what she would do should she ever have the chance. ]
You know what, while you're there, could you try and take a picture of his backpack and what's inside it? I swear I saw a pair of eyes once while he carried me. Also? Whenever you get them developed, I'd love some copies of us at the campfire.
As for siblings, nope. I'm an only child. Mom sometimes wishes she had plenty more to baby, though.
Edited 2020-12-10 02:46 (UTC)
[ Zarina, the sweet instigator. when Nancy gets disemboweled by the Trapper, it'll only be your fault a little bit. ]
Eyes? He's got something in there? I was kind of hoping it'd be presents. But I'll definitely find a way to get you some copies.
Did she do that thing where you're like a real adult but she still babies you? I think that's kind of cute. [ although it would probably annoy the hell out of Nancy, were her own mother to try. ]
Eyes? He's got something in there? I was kind of hoping it'd be presents. But I'll definitely find a way to get you some copies.
Did she do that thing where you're like a real adult but she still babies you? I think that's kind of cute. [ although it would probably annoy the hell out of Nancy, were her own mother to try. ]
( ➵ from here )
[ zarina 🤝 jill
not wanting help despite their so's able to lift so much. except zarina's a stick by comparison. pls they need to workout together. ]
I'm so used to not getting caught at all, honestly. Haven't had a slipup like that in years since my earlier days... forgot how long it's been even.
Thank you, though. Never knew I could call you guys for that — thought the BSAA was limited to other operations from what you've mentioned before and I haven't done research on similar yet. Thought about it, though.
As for you? Admittedly hard to imagine at this point with your skills, and I probably don't even know the rest of them.
[ zarina 🤝 jill
not wanting help despite their so's able to lift so much. except zarina's a stick by comparison. pls they need to workout together. ]
I'm so used to not getting caught at all, honestly. Haven't had a slipup like that in years since my earlier days... forgot how long it's been even.
Thank you, though. Never knew I could call you guys for that — thought the BSAA was limited to other operations from what you've mentioned before and I haven't done research on similar yet. Thought about it, though.
As for you? Admittedly hard to imagine at this point with your skills, and I probably don't even know the rest of them.
( ➵ from here )
I don't know about that. Sometimes opportunity shows itself and you'd just have to take it despite it going off road, you know? On the other hand, people love discovering new experiences.
[ her second text comes slightly delayed: ]
And I'm not giving you his number. Don't bother him.
I don't know about that. Sometimes opportunity shows itself and you'd just have to take it despite it going off road, you know? On the other hand, people love discovering new experiences.
[ her second text comes slightly delayed: ]
And I'm not giving you his number. Don't bother him.
Edited (wordsss) 2021-01-10 04:00 (UTC)
And it usually ends up with them finding out that new, exciting experience means absolutely nothing or ends up being as grating and unfulfilling as everything else. But maybe you have a point. Hope springs eternal, after all.
You realize I consider that an invitation, right?
You realize I consider that an invitation, right?
[ the taste of iron on her tongue is no longer something that surprises zarina after going through many, many trials trying to save people since day one.
hot tears flow down her cheeks as she opens a medkit and pulls out bandages and medicine that, when she applies on the wound left by sharp weapons, has zarina grit her teeth together and wince while holding back the pain. despite her absolute willingness on taking the burden of injuries away from other people, she isn't used to such pain up to now. not when she's used to blending in with the crowd and not getting caught, not when she disappears from sight after taking what she needs, but there's no such opportunity when one must fight to survive.
It's fine, I'm okay, she thinks to herself while taking in short, quick breaths; leaning against the wall within the saloon until she cleans up most of her wounds with the bandages left over from a mostly used medkit — she needs more — before she wipes her face with the back of her hand. had the entity not give the survivors strength to survive, zarina would already be dead.
besides, it's impossible to die in a trial with caleb quinn.
even though she tries in the end whenever everyone escapes. even though she plays hide and seek that only ends up being thrown into the hatch — and it's love that makes people care to the point of zarina telling the man to put her on a hook. it never ends up in her favor, however, no matter what she does.
the familiar sound of a rifle rings in the air, and it's followed by a scream — ace is in trouble. to think she already took a bullet — a harpoon — for him before hiding in the saloon and patching herself up. did his luck run out?
slipping back into her cotton shirt and cardigan as quickly as she can, zarina mutter out: ]
Shit.
[ wherever dwight is, she hopes that he's working on a generator. now, where on earth is yui? the last time zarina sees her, she takes away her wounds caused by caleb's bayonet.
Back on your feet; a groan leaves her throat as she clutches her side, blood staining white and teal as she grabs hold of one of the saloon windows and then peeks outside. it hurts, but her work is never done so long as everyone else is in trouble. it's the reason why, despite long talks and arguments with caleb, she still takes the burden of pain from anyone other survivor in the way of the redeemer. ]
hot tears flow down her cheeks as she opens a medkit and pulls out bandages and medicine that, when she applies on the wound left by sharp weapons, has zarina grit her teeth together and wince while holding back the pain. despite her absolute willingness on taking the burden of injuries away from other people, she isn't used to such pain up to now. not when she's used to blending in with the crowd and not getting caught, not when she disappears from sight after taking what she needs, but there's no such opportunity when one must fight to survive.
It's fine, I'm okay, she thinks to herself while taking in short, quick breaths; leaning against the wall within the saloon until she cleans up most of her wounds with the bandages left over from a mostly used medkit — she needs more — before she wipes her face with the back of her hand. had the entity not give the survivors strength to survive, zarina would already be dead.
besides, it's impossible to die in a trial with caleb quinn.
even though she tries in the end whenever everyone escapes. even though she plays hide and seek that only ends up being thrown into the hatch — and it's love that makes people care to the point of zarina telling the man to put her on a hook. it never ends up in her favor, however, no matter what she does.
the familiar sound of a rifle rings in the air, and it's followed by a scream — ace is in trouble. to think she already took a bullet — a harpoon — for him before hiding in the saloon and patching herself up. did his luck run out?
slipping back into her cotton shirt and cardigan as quickly as she can, zarina mutter out: ]
Shit.
[ wherever dwight is, she hopes that he's working on a generator. now, where on earth is yui? the last time zarina sees her, she takes away her wounds caused by caleb's bayonet.
Back on your feet; a groan leaves her throat as she clutches her side, blood staining white and teal as she grabs hold of one of the saloon windows and then peeks outside. it hurts, but her work is never done so long as everyone else is in trouble. it's the reason why, despite long talks and arguments with caleb, she still takes the burden of pain from anyone other survivor in the way of the redeemer. ]
Edited 2021-01-25 13:43 (UTC)
[ warm blood splatters across Caleb's face as the Redeemer's bayonet drops Ace to the ground, the man crumpling with a satisfying scream. Not pausing to wipe it away, he laughs and reloads his speargun, then looks down at his quarry.
However much he dislikes seeing the trial grounds take on Glenvale's appearance—particularly the way the false sunlight outlines all the more starkly the faces of the corpses scattered and hung about, the faces of his men who perished in the Glenvale outside the fog, now no more than props for the Entity's vicious games—it's at least a place he knows like the back of his hand. All the sight lines down which each shot can fly true to its target, all the corners around which he can catch survivors unawares. Yet even someone unfamiliar with it has to know that to run out into its edges is to sign their own death warrant, what with nothing out there for cover but cacti, bushes, and a measly handful of half-built walls.
But sometimes, well—there's just no teaching fools. Caleb smirks. ]
You know, Visconti—out of all those at the campfire, I wouldn't have expected you to go and waste a lady's gift like this.
[ the cheeky bastard just grins back through a mouthful of blood. "Me? No—never! In fact, I've already paid it back by getting you away from her," he says, to which Caleb snorts. ]
I'm sure she's praisin' your name right now. [ he knows where Zarina is. But he chose to pass by the saloon even as her breaths of stifled pain reached him. Sounds that pulled at his heart as much as her crying—and for what? Taking a spear meant for a shameless flirt who only manages to escape his trials by the skin of his teeth more often than not—if he escapes at all? ] But if you want my attention so much, then I'll gladly oblige you.
[ leg brace creaking, he bends down, grabs Ace by the waist of his pants, and hoists him onto his shoulder. But he's barely straightened up when something stabs into his back, driving out a grunt and forcing him to let go. Sharper than that sting, though—is Ace cheerfully shouting "Looking forward to it, cowboy!" as he drops, light as a cat, onto his feet and runs off towards the windmill.
Caleb mutters a curse through clenched jaws. Reaches behind him, yanks out whatever the thing is, and flings it down, heedless of the tearing pain as it rips through leather and flesh alike. Before the blood dripping off the jagged piece of metal can even start soaking into the dusty red dirt, he's already off in pursuit, his grip on the Redeemer white-knuckled with fury. Which only tightens at the sound of a second generator roaring to life in the distance.
Always got something up his sleeve, that one. Which Caleb should've expected—but that's the last time his damned luck will save him. ]
However much he dislikes seeing the trial grounds take on Glenvale's appearance—particularly the way the false sunlight outlines all the more starkly the faces of the corpses scattered and hung about, the faces of his men who perished in the Glenvale outside the fog, now no more than props for the Entity's vicious games—it's at least a place he knows like the back of his hand. All the sight lines down which each shot can fly true to its target, all the corners around which he can catch survivors unawares. Yet even someone unfamiliar with it has to know that to run out into its edges is to sign their own death warrant, what with nothing out there for cover but cacti, bushes, and a measly handful of half-built walls.
But sometimes, well—there's just no teaching fools. Caleb smirks. ]
You know, Visconti—out of all those at the campfire, I wouldn't have expected you to go and waste a lady's gift like this.
[ the cheeky bastard just grins back through a mouthful of blood. "Me? No—never! In fact, I've already paid it back by getting you away from her," he says, to which Caleb snorts. ]
I'm sure she's praisin' your name right now. [ he knows where Zarina is. But he chose to pass by the saloon even as her breaths of stifled pain reached him. Sounds that pulled at his heart as much as her crying—and for what? Taking a spear meant for a shameless flirt who only manages to escape his trials by the skin of his teeth more often than not—if he escapes at all? ] But if you want my attention so much, then I'll gladly oblige you.
[ leg brace creaking, he bends down, grabs Ace by the waist of his pants, and hoists him onto his shoulder. But he's barely straightened up when something stabs into his back, driving out a grunt and forcing him to let go. Sharper than that sting, though—is Ace cheerfully shouting "Looking forward to it, cowboy!" as he drops, light as a cat, onto his feet and runs off towards the windmill.
Caleb mutters a curse through clenched jaws. Reaches behind him, yanks out whatever the thing is, and flings it down, heedless of the tearing pain as it rips through leather and flesh alike. Before the blood dripping off the jagged piece of metal can even start soaking into the dusty red dirt, he's already off in pursuit, his grip on the Redeemer white-knuckled with fury. Which only tightens at the sound of a second generator roaring to life in the distance.
Always got something up his sleeve, that one. Which Caleb should've expected—but that's the last time his damned luck will save him. ]
( ➵ from here )
[ ace doesn't get to see the fond smile on zarina's face at the mention of stargazing. ]
Not really. Light pollution tends to get in the way of stargazing in New York. You?
There goes me hoping for something solid when it comes to space and time. On the other hand, morning does never show up at the campfire.
[ ace doesn't get to see the fond smile on zarina's face at the mention of stargazing. ]
Not really. Light pollution tends to get in the way of stargazing in New York. You?
There goes me hoping for something solid when it comes to space and time. On the other hand, morning does never show up at the campfire.
Edited 2021-02-09 12:21 (UTC)
[ Ace is picturing Zarina's smile anyway, he thought that line might make her smile. ]
Same in Argentina, but you go out to the countryside a little, away form the cities? Magic, Zarina.
Yeah it seems like the brightest thing around camp happens to be you. Should we perhaps have a collective birthday party here for everyone, since no one seems to know how to keep track of time? Streamers, cake, liquor, I think we got it all.
Same in Argentina, but you go out to the countryside a little, away form the cities? Magic, Zarina.
Yeah it seems like the brightest thing around camp happens to be you. Should we perhaps have a collective birthday party here for everyone, since no one seems to know how to keep track of time? Streamers, cake, liquor, I think we got it all.
[ another trial survived — the cannibalistic chainsaw user, the underground laboratory — means another night going by with her life.
there's a balance to maintain in her life even in the fog — zarina's never had proper balance in it back home with her workaholic tenancies — and tonight she's off to scavenge for supplies with the rest of the survivors. this time her companion is kate. ]
Not too tired from our last trial? [ fingers click buttons as she readies up her camera, the one that gives her vision in the dark. ] Chainsaws are a pain after all.
there's a balance to maintain in her life even in the fog — zarina's never had proper balance in it back home with her workaholic tenancies — and tonight she's off to scavenge for supplies with the rest of the survivors. this time her companion is kate. ]
Not too tired from our last trial? [ fingers click buttons as she readies up her camera, the one that gives her vision in the dark. ] Chainsaws are a pain after all.
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Not even slightly. [Kate laughs, mimes a strong arm act as she flexes like she didn't take a chainsaw to her middle several times previous. All wounds fade once they're back from the trial, for good or ill.]
It'll take more than a chainsaw to take me down, sugar. An' I got plenty of good runnin' in besides. What about you? How're you fairin', Zarina?
It'll take more than a chainsaw to take me down, sugar. An' I got plenty of good runnin' in besides. What about you? How're you fairin', Zarina?
[ the entity always loves ruining a good time.
zarina's taken away from the place she calls home only to be brought into a trial once again, clothes changing into the blue and gold ensemble fit for a queen. already she hears the electric sparks in the air as she finds herself accompanied by ash, adam, and kate in the constantly raining forest.
the result: two dead, two escape; zarina lets out heavy breaths with her hands on her knees, shaking her head as though it would remove the static in her hair. ]
I... really hate... [ inhale, exhale. ] ... the Doctor.
zarina's taken away from the place she calls home only to be brought into a trial once again, clothes changing into the blue and gold ensemble fit for a queen. already she hears the electric sparks in the air as she finds herself accompanied by ash, adam, and kate in the constantly raining forest.
the result: two dead, two escape; zarina lets out heavy breaths with her hands on her knees, shaking her head as though it would remove the static in her hair. ]
I... really hate... [ inhale, exhale. ] ... the Doctor.
No kidding.
[Kate huffs, a laugh weakly escaping her lips as she runs her fingers through her hair, and then down her arms as she shivers. Not because she's cold, but because she still feels an energy built up inside her.
Kate almost considers reaching out to Zarina, seeing if she'd be able to zap her with a touch and discharge both of them, but she resists.
Only because there's a dark mark situated right on her neck, and Kate's smile becomes absolutely brilliant in a single moment.
She knew it.]
Lots of mosquitos out, eh?
[Kate huffs, a laugh weakly escaping her lips as she runs her fingers through her hair, and then down her arms as she shivers. Not because she's cold, but because she still feels an energy built up inside her.
Kate almost considers reaching out to Zarina, seeing if she'd be able to zap her with a touch and discharge both of them, but she resists.
Only because there's a dark mark situated right on her neck, and Kate's smile becomes absolutely brilliant in a single moment.
She knew it.]
Lots of mosquitos out, eh?
From my own brain. I thought yoga was usually done with knickers and such on. You can see where I was going with that alone.
[ There's a very long pause as David hesitates to tell her who it was directed towards. ]
Right then.
It was Susie and before you say one word I think you should know it's a distraction technique I'm working on.
[ No it's not. ]
[ There's a very long pause as David hesitates to tell her who it was directed towards. ]
Right then.
It was Susie and before you say one word I think you should know it's a distraction technique I'm working on.
[ No it's not. ]
while leaving me a nice trail to track
but by all means keep on doing that
gave me a good laugh that time i found you on the ground bleeding out right next to the one you just got done repairing
but by all means keep on doing that
gave me a good laugh that time i found you on the ground bleeding out right next to the one you just got done repairing
that's a strat just like tunneling and camping, git gud zarina
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- 2021-05-04 23:50 (UTC) - Expand[ this place isn't the cold comfort of the deep sea.
the motel bathroom is left a wet mess as she crawls across the tiles and onto the matted floor of the bedroom. an unfamiliar place that has zarina's eyes dart around the moment she wakes up for any signs of the sea — not even cliffs or the shore to spot when the place she's in is covered by shadows of closed curtains. a sort of cave, is it?
a groan leaves her throat as she reaches out for her tail — golden scales disappearing, the end of her fins splitting into new legs by the time she's at least damp. already she begins to squeeze the muscles of her calves as she leans against the side of the bed, not caring about the fact that she leaves water wherever she is. there's barely anything she knows about the human world beyond them living on land unlike her.
of course, it leads to nothing but wonder the more she thinks about them when she was young. now she's in a place that smells strange and lacks the sound of waves flowing with the winds with no idea how to go home. of course... exploring the upper world had always been an adventure she had in mind.
by the time she's on her feet — her calves still ache, but the massage makes it better despite the slight limp — the closet doors are open along with the drawers on the desk. it's the shuffle of the door that immediately kicks in her instinct to hide from larger predators like the kraken that even whales fear sometimes.
the closet door shuts in front of her with a click as she waits for the sound to stop. all while trying to peek through the wooden blinders. ]
the motel bathroom is left a wet mess as she crawls across the tiles and onto the matted floor of the bedroom. an unfamiliar place that has zarina's eyes dart around the moment she wakes up for any signs of the sea — not even cliffs or the shore to spot when the place she's in is covered by shadows of closed curtains. a sort of cave, is it?
a groan leaves her throat as she reaches out for her tail — golden scales disappearing, the end of her fins splitting into new legs by the time she's at least damp. already she begins to squeeze the muscles of her calves as she leans against the side of the bed, not caring about the fact that she leaves water wherever she is. there's barely anything she knows about the human world beyond them living on land unlike her.
of course, it leads to nothing but wonder the more she thinks about them when she was young. now she's in a place that smells strange and lacks the sound of waves flowing with the winds with no idea how to go home. of course... exploring the upper world had always been an adventure she had in mind.
by the time she's on her feet — her calves still ache, but the massage makes it better despite the slight limp — the closet doors are open along with the drawers on the desk. it's the shuffle of the door that immediately kicks in her instinct to hide from larger predators like the kraken that even whales fear sometimes.
the closet door shuts in front of her with a click as she waits for the sound to stop. all while trying to peek through the wooden blinders. ]
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[ it takes Caleb three tries to unlock the door. In the week or so he's been staying at this motel, he's contended every day with the bloody keycard reader and its refusal to accept anything except slow-but-not-too-slow swipes—but it's particularly finicky tonight for some reason. And that does nothing for the unease that's clung to him all day.
Everything's been strange ever since he found her.
It doesn't lessen when the door finally opens with a quiet beep and a louder rattle. He steps into the darkened room. At first, nothing seems out of place; the only difference is the musty odor of the rain falling outside joining that of old cigarette smoke and industrial-strength cleaner inside. Then he flips the light switch. Both drawers of the cheap desk tucked away in a corner hang open. Opposite him, in the small bathroom ( through the door he absolutely remembers shutting ) the tiled floor shines wetly. From there, a large splotch darkens the dust-colored carpet covering the rest of the room, then comes together in a wavering trail of fading footprints.
It ends at the closet.
Caleb narrows his eyes. Awake—but what the hell is she up to?
He moves to set his motorcycle helmet and the half-full plastic bag he's carrying down on the TV dresser. Then he approaches the closet and raps twice on the door. ]
Hey. Come on out of there. [ he pauses, and tries for ( but doesn't completely succeed at ) a gentler tone. ] Not goin' to hurt you, if that's what you're afraid of.
Everything's been strange ever since he found her.
It doesn't lessen when the door finally opens with a quiet beep and a louder rattle. He steps into the darkened room. At first, nothing seems out of place; the only difference is the musty odor of the rain falling outside joining that of old cigarette smoke and industrial-strength cleaner inside. Then he flips the light switch. Both drawers of the cheap desk tucked away in a corner hang open. Opposite him, in the small bathroom ( through the door he absolutely remembers shutting ) the tiled floor shines wetly. From there, a large splotch darkens the dust-colored carpet covering the rest of the room, then comes together in a wavering trail of fading footprints.
It ends at the closet.
Caleb narrows his eyes. Awake—but what the hell is she up to?
He moves to set his motorcycle helmet and the half-full plastic bag he's carrying down on the TV dresser. Then he approaches the closet and raps twice on the door. ]
Hey. Come on out of there. [ he pauses, and tries for ( but doesn't completely succeed at ) a gentler tone. ] Not goin' to hurt you, if that's what you're afraid of.
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