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thebastion2015-05-11 06:46 pm
darkshooter) wrote in thebastion2015-05-11 06:46 pm
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Day 307 ★ 002 ★ [Open]
Who: Black★Rock Shooter and whoever wants to encounter her.
Open: [very much Y - hop right in.]
When: Day 307, afternoon
Where: Route A is in central Bastion, near the monument. Route B is literally anywhere within the settlement.
What: New face, new place - part deux. She's in a better frame of mind, so there won't be any hostility this time around...unless, perhaps, you happen to be someone from these events.)
Format: Action brackets, though I can try my hand at another type if you'd like. Also, multiple option setup inspired by Miki's entry. Tag the one you want - or both, if it strikes your fancy (and/or we plot something out).
Warnings: Don't know what'll happen when/if the muses she encountered in her previous post show up, but - other than that, no warnings.
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(( Scenario [A] - Impact Point!! Central Bastion))
[Whatever business you may have around this part of the settlement today, and whether or not the day was normal to start with... basically, this happens. Anyone who chances to look at the sky sees her shape coming down, AND...]
[SLAM!]
[You now have a Shooterish hole in the ground.The monument is untouched; she was a safe distance from it.]
[Had she actually died, that in-game death message would have been appropriate.]
[And...after a time, she may or may not be climbing out of it. Even falling from such a height seems to have only dazed her.]
[But that's...not the same as saying that she's totally unbothered, or that the impact wasn't unpleasant. It was, and it smarts, but in the way that an annoying injury does.]
* * *
(( Scenario [B] - Exploration ))
(( BGM: The Bastion - Wonder [Temple of Elemental Evil: Hommlet] ))
[Would you believe she's actually not stirring a fuss, even after all that? There is much to see here, much that captivates her, and she has nothing against traveling all over to see and learn about it all.]
[Out in the open, at a place of business, wherever - if it exists in the Bastion, you might see her there. And by default, there won't be any aggression; she'll actually feel rather good on the whole by now. Except, of course, for the nagging detail of the people she left behind in the wild...]
[Your move, responder. Where does your meeting with her take place?]
Open: [very much Y - hop right in.]
When: Day 307, afternoon
Where: Route A is in central Bastion, near the monument. Route B is literally anywhere within the settlement.
What: New face, new place - part deux. She's in a better frame of mind, so there won't be any hostility this time around...unless, perhaps, you happen to be someone from these events.)
Format: Action brackets, though I can try my hand at another type if you'd like. Also, multiple option setup inspired by Miki's entry. Tag the one you want - or both, if it strikes your fancy (and/or we plot something out).
Warnings: Don't know what'll happen when/if the muses she encountered in her previous post show up, but - other than that, no warnings.
* * *
(( Scenario [A] - Impact Point!! Central Bastion))
[Whatever business you may have around this part of the settlement today, and whether or not the day was normal to start with... basically, this happens. Anyone who chances to look at the sky sees her shape coming down, AND...]
[SLAM!]
[You now have a Shooterish hole in the ground.
[And...after a time, she may or may not be climbing out of it. Even falling from such a height seems to have only dazed her.]
[But that's...not the same as saying that she's totally unbothered, or that the impact wasn't unpleasant. It was, and it smarts, but in the way that an annoying injury does.]
* * *
(( Scenario [B] - Exploration ))
(( BGM: The Bastion - Wonder [Temple of Elemental Evil: Hommlet] ))
[Would you believe she's actually not stirring a fuss, even after all that? There is much to see here, much that captivates her, and she has nothing against traveling all over to see and learn about it all.]
[Out in the open, at a place of business, wherever - if it exists in the Bastion, you might see her there. And by default, there won't be any aggression; she'll actually feel rather good on the whole by now. Except, of course, for the nagging detail of the people she left behind in the wild...]
[Your move, responder. Where does your meeting with her take place?]
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[He's acutely aware of the presence of every soul on the field right now. He knows exactly where he needs to dodge to should a fight break out. He knows which lanes of fire are open, and which lanes of fire are congested. Even with his back turned to her, the fact that he seems to have complete awareness of what's around them should shine through.]
[That last beckoning meant little more than "Come. Here."]
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[Yes, she can sense your confidence. And with some irony, her disposition towards you might actually end up slightly worse for it. You may have complete control over this environment, but over her? Even if you truly believed you could keep them from all harm - you are not the only element in this equation. Can she trust herself to not cause unintended damage?]
[No. She will not chance such a thing happening, whether you could be trusted to prevent it or not. It is her own choice, and she refuses.]
[Once again, she shakes her head - more firmly this time, and even with the explicit knowledge that you aren't looking at her. It doesn't matter; it needed to be said, whether you could detect it or not.]
[She begins to walk away, but backwards, and slowly - never turning her back, never taking her eyes off you.]
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[His strides take him away from where he threw the guns, heading off in the direction of the hospital. He absolutely views her as a threat, but he also absolutely thinks that she POSES no further threat. If she's the sort to feel insulted by that, the only way he could be more blatant with his opinion of her is if he slapped his ass.
Don't laugh. He's done it before. To the avatar of a god, no less.][1/?]
[You fool, what if--?!]
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[No. You made a show of it, a display. She knows too well those aren't your only weapons.]
[...Persistence. That you would be so determined to lull her into false security... perhaps that is your means of battle. You have some power of your own, but that was not what you used to disable her previously. Trickery seems to be your game.]
[There will be no following that beast back to his den.]
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[...but how much of this world is his den? He walks freely here. As do many others, but they do not seem to radiate the surety he does. In all her previous experiences...rather, according to her own emotion-memory, most of the foes she encountered with that confidence had the means to back it up.]
[She does not want to bank on the idea that it is a feint. If this village is truly his, how much influence does he carry here? Could he rally the population against her?]
[But out in the wild, her chances are no better. If anything, they are worse.]
[How could she possibly prepare if he intended to act against her? Her prowess was her asset, and even she was not the best of her kind - furthermore, his trick during the previous fight had nearly ended it then and there. Whether she followed or not, he could strike from anywhere. There was no safety here.]
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[She's not willing to believe it was a feint. This is his battleground; all the elements are of his choosing. She has no mastery of the terrain here.]
[Too many unknowns, just as before. All the world is unknown. He is unknown, they are unknown...even Shooter herself is, to an extent, unknown. If she had been truly vanquished...this was not the fate she would've expected to come to. And yet everything she's seen and sensing, everything others told her, is telling her that this place is not the old world, that nothing from Otherworld is here.]
[And suppose she was right in that. What does that mean for her home? This 'Calamity'...was it truly the name for that which corrupted Otherworld? And this place, the Bastion, was it truly a sanctuary?]
[...before, when all this was outside the realm of possibility, there was never any need for uncertainty. All was just as it appeared. Change was not measured save in victory or defeat. Then, when her Calamity came, everything changed - and she needed to adapt, because failure meant destruction.]
[Was now really so different?]
[Adapting required knowledge. In this place, she'd no time to do so before an enemy fighter was already upon her. A master of deceit, exactly the type of opponent she despised: without information, he controlled the battlefield, controlled it all.]
[A mask...as deadly as the face.]
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[Survival skills and wilderness savvy were one thing, but she was no master of intrigue. Intrigue did not exist in her world; even in the depths of the corruption, even when wielders of deceit and lies infiltrated the Otherworld, they were simple creatures of pure malice: no complex webs, for they lacked the patience. They knew only hunger, but they also knew to use their opponents against themselves.]
[And they did not do it like this.]
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[It was not in her nature, true...but when that confrontation happened, she should have fled. Even had he pursued, she should've found some way to hide herself away within the wilds, exactly as she had before, found somewhere he'd be hesitant to pursue and where she could learn about her new surroundings.]
[In a way, it almost didn't matter. She was already caught in the trap. Whatever move she made, the hunter would have her.]
[It was almost bitterly amusing. She, the fighter, should have run. She, who had no concept of retreat in the beginning, even when their equivalent of death was open her...]
[At once, she wishes Mato was here - and is glad she is not. No...not Mato. Dead Master, the one person she could've considered an ally and friend before...everything. Would that there were something she knew still remaining...]
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[Perhaps this means her time is over. The Otherworld...her- friends, as much as she could call them such...they were still the nearest thing she'd ever known. And they weren't coming back.]
[Nothing that died ever lived again. Even in Mato's world, it is the way of things. And as much as Shooter wanted to survive...what was the point of it now? Staving off pain?]
[For as much as she'd failed those before her, she deserved that pain. Deserved it. She was no hero...only a fighter that had, at one point in existence, been called to serve another's purpose, and paid a sacrifice for another's goal. She never regretted that. ...rather, she regretted all that came after. Was Dead Master's erasure truly the beginning of the end?]
[Had there ever been a chance of stopping it?]
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[So be it. If this carrion-seeker so desires triumph over her, let the fool fight. No matter the arena, no matter his choosing - he shall bleed for his meat.]
[done!]
[she follows his course with slow, weighted steps.]
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[That said, when she does finally follow him, he glances at her and he smiles. There is NOTHING friendly about the expression, though. He gives her a nod then, and he gestures in the direction of the monument. When he stars speaking, it's quick, he doesn't plan to give her any opportunity to interject.]
Finally, little miss Trigger Happy decides to grace me with her presence. Let's get things out of the way real quick then, and we can go back to whatever dance you decide you want to do after we've shown our hands.
I'm Colin Starfury, engineer. You probably didn't understand me before, or you're too psychopathic to care if you did. I'm not particularly interested in which it was, as you tried to kill me me when I tried to greet you. Whatever the case, you can understand me now. And as such, I feel quite comfortable informing you that I see no particular need to play nice with you.
This is the Bastion. It is a place of peace and safety, quite possibly the ONLY one left of all the worlds that have been shattered like fine china in an earthquake. You play nice here, and everyone else will probably welcome you, and I can tolerate your presence with only grudging loathing. I've worked with people I don't like before, I can do it when survival's on the line.
But you disrupt the peace here? Take pot-shots at anyone?
I will feed you your own gun, one round at a time.
Any questions?
[1/?] JUST-WOKE-UP TAGS, hope they work
[2/3]
[Some of this matches what she's already been told. But what she's looking at here does leave her uncertain at first, though ironically less than mere moments ago.
Apparently it makes a difference to have communication she can understand - who knew.][He spoke quickly, but she retained enough to be able to parse through. It seems he's angry about their encounter. She doesn't fault him that, actually - it was an inconclusive contest. But what is this, then? Is he claiming that she's his enemy?
Certainly not her ally, unless she's misunderstood something here too.[...he did say 'tolerate.' Perhaps that's it; neither alliance nor vengeance.]
[On the way here, Shooter had taken moments to consider that perhaps this situation was as it appeared, and not some horrible illusion. If that were true, the conditions and caveats of Otherworld - mutated or otherwise - would no longer apply. Different protocols would have to be followed. What was acceptable and even welcomed in the previous world may now be a faux pas.]
[...perhaps that's what's happened now. Yes, that seems to be so. He is offended, and is informing her that there will be no goodwill.]
[Regrettable, but she can accept it.]
[3/3]
[There is no animosity in her own voice when she speaks. No waver, for that matter. Much of her uncertainty seems to have left.]
It is mutual. I will have no cause to harm you if you harm no one else.
[A calm, steady acceptance of terms.]
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[Some of the aggression seems to melt right off of him. He's still exceptionally angry, but for now, he can put that aside.]
We understand each other, and hopefully that will be the end of the exchange of fire.
All right, everyone here? EVERYONE? Is a survivor. There are no overt threats here. You will see people, things that you may not be familiar with. Dragons, demons, people with the social graces of sociopathic chimps... It doesn't matter. They won't try to harm you unless you get hostile first.
What I was doing out there when I found you... I was gathering shards. I'm going to show you one. It's not a weapon, it's basically currency.
[He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gemstone.]
These feed our monument, in return, the monument can try to restore little bits and pieces of the worlds that were shattered. Many of us go out there, and it's dangerous out there. THAT is why I was armed, because I have no intention of being helpless when trying to scrounge up supplies.
[1/2]
[certain terms escape her, but for the most part she thinks she understands. He's a gatherer, sent to secure these items. They are of value, because they can aid in restoration. Her attention slips dramatically after the mention of that concept; it's quite relevant to her interests.]
[...she can't even push that, yet, because there is something she needs to ask.]
[2/2] - question mark omitted to convey tone
Are you...
...that which destroyed my home.
[what.]
[No, she's completely serious.]
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There may be one or two left. I HAVE been hunting them. Thus far, they have eluded me.
[Yeah, you want a hint about his anger? He's very bitter about all of that...]
I suspect it's just one. Hiding in the shadows, attempting to stymie our work here. He has to know that if he's caught, he's going to face the collective wrath of dozens of worlds.
[1/?] - bonus points for the ICly unexpected response
[Dead...?! Destroyed by--]
[But they couldn't be!]
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I saw them!
[Shooter, no you didn't--]
I saw their instruments, their work! I saw the corruption they brought! I resisted them so long, alone--!!
[And to her memory, never truly destroyed any that she could believe to a mastermind. Aberrant things and twisted reflections of her own fighters, but no more.]
[What's getting her now is the idea that she's worked to fight them, to stop them, and not only did she not do so, but what eliminated them was their own machination. The notion of poetic justice can't even occur to her, never mind the satisfaction associated with it- all she sees is that her efforts meant nothing, that she couldn't even strike at the ones responsible. And that's one of the big things she's wanted since her own world went to mess.]
[3/3] - and the way I'm writin' it, Shooter's thinking of her own AU, rather than Bastion.
[Acceptable. She can introduce him to her own.]
Poor Shooter.
I won't say it's impossible that you saw them. Far from it.
That said, the ones who did this broke time itself. That's why our worlds were split, that's why there are so few survivors.
They built a weapon to end a war. Instead, that weapon ended everything. They were native to this world, and that's why we were pulled her. It was something of a sieve.
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derps
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[done]
[Whoops, missed that last one... LET'S TRY THIS AGAIN.]
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memory thing, you say
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[1/2?] - timeline liberties, though mild
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