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towerofanimus2014-02-16 09:52 pm
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May the odds...
Characters: Minglelog for anyone not involved in the event
Setting: During the first part of the event, in the media room or near any terminal
Format: Whatever!
Summary: As Ruana's chosen dogs set out to hunt and/or run, the rest of the tower watches.
Warnings: very possibly mentions of violence and character death? Will update as needed!
[Sometimes in the morning, strange events start to be broadcasted to the screens of the media room and the terminal, showing familiar faces, though some maybe in not quite so familiar get-ups. Looks like Ruana's game is just about to start!]
Setting: During the first part of the event, in the media room or near any terminal
Format: Whatever!
Summary: As Ruana's chosen dogs set out to hunt and/or run, the rest of the tower watches.
Warnings: very possibly mentions of violence and character death? Will update as needed!
[Sometimes in the morning, strange events start to be broadcasted to the screens of the media room and the terminal, showing familiar faces, though some maybe in not quite so familiar get-ups. Looks like Ruana's game is just about to start!]
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[He trudges aimlessly through the void, chomping on his cigar and fuming to himself over the whole situation. As if being sapped of what powers he had weren't enough, he kept popping back into this void every now and then, and—]
[—wait. Who is that? David hadn't yet run into anyone else here in the Void. ... Huh, she looks a little familiar. Wasn't she there when they volunteered to donate power? And—that's right, she's one of the ones trapped in that blood sport arena!]
[David hurriedly makes his way over to the woman.]
Hey—hey!
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Which is to say not all that well. She fumbles backwards, trying to put distance between them which David is closing regardless. She didn't get a good look at the hunters, being too caught up in horror about her own role, and she can't quite recall if she saw his face on the elevator ride down or somewhere else.
All in all she's a very panicked young woman right now.]
Who-- Who are you?!
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Easy! I'm one of da good guys.
[... Might not be the best choice of words given the array of people chosen to be hunters, but David blusters on.]
I'm da Darin' Little David. You're one of da people dey stuck in dat arena, or coliseum, or—whatever da heck it's s'posed ta be. Right?
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[She corrects, rather absurdly, but then again people tend to do absurd things when they're frightened and their minds haven't yet quite caught up with reality.
At least... he seems earnest enough. Though he'll forgive her for maintaining a healthy distance. She does nod eventually, at least.]
... Yes. My name is Zelda.
[She hardly feels like the princess she is, undecorated and in this flimsy hospital gown.]
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Arright.
[He takes on a more "heroic" stance with his fists on his hips.]
Look—I dunno if I can pull it off, but I've been seein' if dere ain't a way we can get you guys out.
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Thank you. Just... knowing that is a great comfort.
[They aren't being left for dead, even if she knows how difficult such a mission would be. Speaking of--]
I do not know how exactly to reach the labyrinth now; they caught on to the method we used last time. But... it is possible to reach the outer wall, at least. However, you must be prepared to face monsters on the way, and - it goes without saying - be wary for Jason or Ruana's presence.
[She can't exactly help from her position, but... she can at least give a break in-veteran's advice.]
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How'd you guys get down dere before? An' what'd dey do when dey found out?
[David's considering his options. Depending on who he can get on board for a rescue party and what happened to the method Zelda's talking about, a diversion might help keep the Admins focused off of the rescue party ... It's what Statesman would have done, he's pretty sure.]
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Someone adept with the kind of technology in this place opened a panel in the elevator and forced it to go down. I could not tell you how it was done - the technology in my world is not nearly so advanced - but I do know measures have been taken since then to prevent that method from working.
[This information she gives easily, but the answer to the next question is harder to voice. Those memories have been long buried.]
... Jason was the one who found us. The labyrinth was one of his experiments originally. He was... less than pleased with our meddling in his work, and killed us all instantly with a few button presses on a device. We never even had the chance to fight back.
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So—it's gonna be like dat.
[Of course the admins would have instant-kill methods at their disposal here ...]
An' I take it fightin' da monsters standin' guard would just get deir attention.
[And lead to the same bad end. Which would mean stealth is the only viable option ...]
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[She frowns solemnly. Maybe if they had been quicker or stronger, they would have succeeded, but... what's done is done. She can only hope her experience can help others now.]
I am sorry I cannot offer more.
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[He readjusts the unlit cigar in his mouth thoughtfully.]
I'm thinkin' stealth might be da best way to get to you guys.
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[Whether that be through manpower or experience. She nods in approval to David's plan.]
Stealth has a history of working more effectively than running in with blades raised. Even if the new collar fluid has given us access to our true abilities and not just a glamour duplicate, Ruana and Jason are still very powerful.
[And then is coming from the woman that spent seven years on the run from a man who literally had the power of the gods in the back of his hand. Of course she's going to prefer stealth.]
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[David's voice trails off as he registers what Zelda said after dropping their names.]
—Wait. Wait, wait, wait, hold up. What's dis about new collar fluid?!
[... aaand if that isn't a testament to how out-of-touch David has been with happenings in the Tower, that is.]
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The... fluid they put into our collars every two weeks. It has chemicals within it that suppress our true abilities, allowing the administrators to control us more easily. But recently, we found out how to separate those chemicals from what keeps us alive here, so now if you go into your check up with a note requesting it, you can receive the altered fluid.
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So den—does dat new fluid only work on, um, "inborn" powers? Or will it make stuff like dis—[Here, David taps the chestplate of his powered armor suit]—real, too?
[He has a feeling it won't, since it probably wouldn't make sense for something made of film to suddenly become a real, physical copy of his gear ... but, it doesn't hurt to ask.]
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[She clarifies, and then quiets for a moment in consideration. She's not exactly at her best right now, and thinking about the full ramifications of his question is difficult, given the complicated nature of souls here. Eventually, however, she shakes her head.]
I am not entirely certain, but if it is not somehow connected to your soul, I do not think so. You may wish to speak to Aria to make sure, however.
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Arright. Yeah, back home I'm what dey call a "Technology-origin" hero. Some heroes get deir power from magic or mutations, or from some crazy science experiment. Me, it's all fancy gadgets.
[After a beat, he adds,]
Who's Aria? An' where can I find 'em?
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Aria is a retrieval unit, but she is friendly, I promise. In the gardens just below the dorms, there is a warp point to a secret room near the tree in the center. There will be several other retrieval and worker units within, but they will not harm you. Aria is the one with glasses.
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Gotcha. I'll talk to her as soon as I can.
[Boy, all of this information he'd missed out on makes David wish he'd kept his ear to the ground much earlier, as it were.]
Would be nice if dat fluid can get me a real suit. I can do stealth—[Here he glances off to the side of the void with a pointed look]—usually. You know anybody else I could bring along dat's da stealthy type?