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thebastion2015-05-07 01:48 pm
darkshooter) wrote in thebastion2015-05-07 01:48 pm
Day 307 ★ 001 ★ [Open]
Who: Black★Rock Shooter...and you, should you wish it.
Open: [Y]
When: Day 307
Where: The Skyway [SECTION: The Open Plains]
What: New face, new place. Should fear diminish, or grow?
Format: Action brackets, though I can try my hand at another type if you'd like.
Warnings: Shooter may be in an unpredictable frame of mind. Aggression is possible, though not guaranteed.slso possible purple prose
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((OOCness: mun's BGM))
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[She'd come to understand that she could not find shelter in the storm, could not outrun it. The only possible way out was through - a dive into the maw of the monster, the ever-hungry dark.]
[It was the last thing she remembered prior to coming here. There was no combat, no ferocity, no great confrontation...only the storm, and her fear. She, who had not known fear for most of her life, even in the depths of defeat. Only with the corruption came the understanding of the vicious things, the predations of beyond.]
[Here, though...here she was left to wonder. Was this what came of the storm's triumph? Something inside her - no, many of her instincts said it couldn't be. Even shaken and broken and disturbed, she knew her world for what it was, recognized the spirit of it even as it had been torn away. This was not the same.]
[It was...a serene place. Perhaps deceptively so. Soft grass, the smell of sweet air, all cast in the light of a setting sun...never before had her world known the sun. It was either the triumph of what she'd fought - or its collapse. She couldn't be sure.]
[The strangeness of it all struck her profoundly. Nothing here was of the old world; even to her own senses, Shooter stood out just as surely as if she were screaming in every second.]
[As her mind processes all this, it passes a notion that draws her in, provides a flicker of hope. Mato...could Mato be here? Was there any chance this was her doing?]
[Just like that, she had a mission. Instinct bade her summon the Rock Cannon - but she wouldn't; not yet. More information was needed.]
[She walks the plains, feeling the soft earth beneath her feet, the last light of the sun upon her skin. It was strangely inviting, in a way...]
Open: [Y]
When: Day 307
Where: The Skyway [SECTION: The Open Plains]
What: New face, new place. Should fear diminish, or grow?
Format: Action brackets, though I can try my hand at another type if you'd like.
Warnings: Shooter may be in an unpredictable frame of mind. Aggression is possible, though not guaranteed.
--
((OOCness: mun's BGM))
--
* * *
[She'd come to understand that she could not find shelter in the storm, could not outrun it. The only possible way out was through - a dive into the maw of the monster, the ever-hungry dark.]
[It was the last thing she remembered prior to coming here. There was no combat, no ferocity, no great confrontation...only the storm, and her fear. She, who had not known fear for most of her life, even in the depths of defeat. Only with the corruption came the understanding of the vicious things, the predations of beyond.]
[Here, though...here she was left to wonder. Was this what came of the storm's triumph? Something inside her - no, many of her instincts said it couldn't be. Even shaken and broken and disturbed, she knew her world for what it was, recognized the spirit of it even as it had been torn away. This was not the same.]
[It was...a serene place. Perhaps deceptively so. Soft grass, the smell of sweet air, all cast in the light of a setting sun...never before had her world known the sun. It was either the triumph of what she'd fought - or its collapse. She couldn't be sure.]
[The strangeness of it all struck her profoundly. Nothing here was of the old world; even to her own senses, Shooter stood out just as surely as if she were screaming in every second.]
[As her mind processes all this, it passes a notion that draws her in, provides a flicker of hope. Mato...could Mato be here? Was there any chance this was her doing?]
[Just like that, she had a mission. Instinct bade her summon the Rock Cannon - but she wouldn't; not yet. More information was needed.]
[She walks the plains, feeling the soft earth beneath her feet, the last light of the sun upon her skin. It was strangely inviting, in a way...]