May the odds...

[justabignobody]

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!]

Comments

[megazero_to_superhero]

[David nods, albeit hesitantly.]

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?

[sageprincess]

[She hums in interest at David's explanation (she has a ping for herotalk), and any other time, she would ask him to go into more detail. But there's no telling how much time she has before she reappears in that awful maze, so it's straight back to business.]

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.

[megazero_to_superhero]

[It's a good thing Zelda clarified that. David's only encounter with a retrieval unit was during the time the glamour failed, watching the one posted to follow Enoch tear apart Orcs like tissue paper. The initial mention of Aria being a retrieval unit elicits some surprise out of David, though his expression melts into a more understanding one as Zelda continues.]

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?