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towerofanimus2012-10-13 05:48 pm
risingshepard) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-13 05:48 pm
#1 -- It's Not The End Of The World, And I Sure Can't See It From Here
Characters: Commander Shepard and YOU CRAZY KIDS.
Setting: Room 3-15, then anywhere around the dorm, I guess. October 13th.
Format: Prose for the post itself, but I'll match you.
Summary: Shepard would like to put a cap in the admins' asses. :|
Warnings: Foul language, but other than that, IDEK. I'll edit as necessary.
Room 3-15
Something didn't sit well this fine morning. Actually, two things.
One, she wasn't in her cabin on the Normandy. She was pretty damn sure she didn't have any ryncol at the Citadel during her brief shore leave...nor did she do anything else that would amount to having a huge hangover when she woke up. What the hell was going on? How did she get sucked into this place? The second thing that was a bother--quite obviously--was the note. Her world was 'destroyed'? Someone 'saved' her? From what, saving her galaxy from the damnable Reaper threat at large?
Well, she isn't having any of that.
"'Let's be happy here', my ass."
Said note was handily crushed and thrown aside.
Bullshit. Pure bullshit.
That was the main thought that was running through her head after only two readings. No, she wasn't going to believe it--she wasn't going to let herself be deceived by this. She was going to go over to whoever 'rescued' her and punch them. This was nonsense of the highest degree. This was like waking up and finding you were brought back to the land of the living by a terrorist organization. It was not pleasant, nor was it her idea of a good time. Suffice to say--she needed answers, and she was going to get them by any means necessary--diplomacy or otherwise. Shepard stands up after a moment, taking some time to cradle the headache that she'd gotten from going over the note. For all intents and purposes, her life was cosmic hell--and she knew it.
No use sitting around here like a stump. I better get a move on.
...It's only then that she notices the trunk her belongings were in; she puts on her uniform, takes out the Phalanx inside, and sets off out of her room--though depending on who's there, she might not get further than a few steps before she runs into someone.
Anywhere else in said Dorms
There is a woman clad in a black Cerberus Officer Uniform with a pistol at her hip passing through the halls. To say she doesn't look happy about her situation is an understatement--maybe she's one of the newcomers? It sounds like it, judging by the occasional muttering of curses towards her 'saviors'...
Approach her?
Setting: Room 3-15, then anywhere around the dorm, I guess. October 13th.
Format: Prose for the post itself, but I'll match you.
Summary: Shepard would like to put a cap in the admins' asses. :|
Warnings: Foul language, but other than that, IDEK. I'll edit as necessary.
Room 3-15
Something didn't sit well this fine morning. Actually, two things.
One, she wasn't in her cabin on the Normandy. She was pretty damn sure she didn't have any ryncol at the Citadel during her brief shore leave...nor did she do anything else that would amount to having a huge hangover when she woke up. What the hell was going on? How did she get sucked into this place? The second thing that was a bother--quite obviously--was the note. Her world was 'destroyed'? Someone 'saved' her? From what, saving her galaxy from the damnable Reaper threat at large?
Well, she isn't having any of that.
"'Let's be happy here', my ass."
Said note was handily crushed and thrown aside.
Bullshit. Pure bullshit.
That was the main thought that was running through her head after only two readings. No, she wasn't going to believe it--she wasn't going to let herself be deceived by this. She was going to go over to whoever 'rescued' her and punch them. This was nonsense of the highest degree. This was like waking up and finding you were brought back to the land of the living by a terrorist organization. It was not pleasant, nor was it her idea of a good time. Suffice to say--she needed answers, and she was going to get them by any means necessary--diplomacy or otherwise. Shepard stands up after a moment, taking some time to cradle the headache that she'd gotten from going over the note. For all intents and purposes, her life was cosmic hell--and she knew it.
No use sitting around here like a stump. I better get a move on.
...It's only then that she notices the trunk her belongings were in; she puts on her uniform, takes out the Phalanx inside, and sets off out of her room--though depending on who's there, she might not get further than a few steps before she runs into someone.
Anywhere else in said Dorms
There is a woman clad in a black Cerberus Officer Uniform with a pistol at her hip passing through the halls. To say she doesn't look happy about her situation is an understatement--maybe she's one of the newcomers? It sounds like it, judging by the occasional muttering of curses towards her 'saviors'...
Approach her?
/patpat
[What is later, you piqued his curiosity now...]
...Oh well--fanboying in 3...2...1...
[...Don't think she didn't notice that glimmer of curiosity, Yu. She grins a bit.] In a nutshell? An entire race of sentient machines.
...Bet you didn't expect this- (1/3)
2/4 I LIED.
3/4 yu are u ok--
[dammit mask why is he glad you are hiding the huge-as-hell grin--]
FIN?
[-omg omg omg...]
I am not sorry.
[...You can almost hear the amusement. This was a nice distraction from waking up to nonsense.]
Good. Neither am I.
Well, it is kind of cool, but it could be considered rude to say more...
[Plus, kind of a friend now... He conceals his fanboy issues when it comes to friends and allies. If he didn't, he'd be in trouble every time a semi-robotic Persona was summoned
like his Ultimate when the mask isn't cracked oops.]We should make a club for people that aren't sorry for the shenanigans they make 8| 1/2
Hah, you got me there.
[With that line of questioning over with, though, that leaves the admins...and what better place to start--]
no subject
Regarding Ruana...what other things has she done while she was in charge?
We call that Team Yolo--or at least an affiliate of it.
The only thing I had to sit through was Infighting--a little "competition" between three of them that ended up with around sixty of us herded up like cattle and split up into three teams or "pods". It was pretty gruesome for those in Jason's.
...And apparently I arrived just after the murderous teddy bear incident.
[Yep. That was a thing.]
Sign me up then, as the latest member. 8|
I'd ask which one was the worst, but that'd be the stupidest question I've asked, period.
...are you prepared to do all that is necessary to defeat the admins?
I don't know. After all, this one hast only just begun...
[...He likes getting in character. So sue him.]
More than ready. Hell, I'll throw in a shirt that says "I punched Jason's lights out". 8|
...She quirks a brow at the speech pattern, though she doesn't pay it much heed for now. There's better things to question. 8|] I'm already taking bets that this is going to be a pleasant first day in this joint.
[...That's definitely the sound of dry sarcasm in there. Oops.]
Well then, welcome to the YOLO~
He simply smirks behind the mask. You'll get used to it; he did.]
Well, it would be better... and it could be worse.
[It's a sad, sad day when you're so jaded you're amused by the dry sarcasm of a newcomer.]