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thebastion2013-10-26 01:32 pm
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Day 121 : [Partially closed and open]
Who: New arrivals + Old survivors
Open: (Part 1) Closed / (Part 2) Open
When: Day 121
Where: The Scrap Yard
What: Something new has appeared on the Skyway, and a lot of somethings have crash landed there. A handful of transports that were taking the experiments from Vatheon to the mainland have suddenly been spat out in to the Scrap Yard and no longer work. Confused and an eventual mad dash for the safety of the Bastion ensue.
Format: Any
Warnings: Probably violence and maybe injury
[There was a place, another world where people from many, many, many other worlds had been pulled to against their will. Unwilling experiments for a group of scientists and forced to live years in a bubble beneath the sea, they were told not that long ago that their time as experiments was coming to an end. Naturally those experiments fought back, and at the end of it all they won their freedom. Some choose to stay on the Vatheon mainland and live out the rest of their lives with people they had come to meet and love. Others decided to return to their homes to resume the lives they had lost. Either choice, they had to return to the mainland first, before anything else could be done.
But something went wrong with some of the ones being taken there. All at once their transports would simply... stop. And and bright flash of white light preceded... something like a very violent shudder of the entire world that would knock those unfortunate souls unconscious.
When they woke, they would find they were no longer in the sea that surrounded the land and the once-occupied bubble. They were still in their transports, if not a little tossed around and banged up considering the machines had been tossed rather haphazardly on top of a pile of... well... scrap. Metal, parts, some alien some not, some old some not so much. Just. Scrap.
Scrap and several large devices holding confused, possibly injured people on top of it.
The doors will open if pushed, but the front consoles that ran the things won't turn on at all.
This is your new world, transplants.
Good luck.]
Open: (Part 1) Closed / (Part 2) Open
When: Day 121
Where: The Scrap Yard
What: Something new has appeared on the Skyway, and a lot of somethings have crash landed there. A handful of transports that were taking the experiments from Vatheon to the mainland have suddenly been spat out in to the Scrap Yard and no longer work. Confused and an eventual mad dash for the safety of the Bastion ensue.
Format: Any
Warnings: Probably violence and maybe injury
[There was a place, another world where people from many, many, many other worlds had been pulled to against their will. Unwilling experiments for a group of scientists and forced to live years in a bubble beneath the sea, they were told not that long ago that their time as experiments was coming to an end. Naturally those experiments fought back, and at the end of it all they won their freedom. Some choose to stay on the Vatheon mainland and live out the rest of their lives with people they had come to meet and love. Others decided to return to their homes to resume the lives they had lost. Either choice, they had to return to the mainland first, before anything else could be done.
But something went wrong with some of the ones being taken there. All at once their transports would simply... stop. And and bright flash of white light preceded... something like a very violent shudder of the entire world that would knock those unfortunate souls unconscious.
When they woke, they would find they were no longer in the sea that surrounded the land and the once-occupied bubble. They were still in their transports, if not a little tossed around and banged up considering the machines had been tossed rather haphazardly on top of a pile of... well... scrap. Metal, parts, some alien some not, some old some not so much. Just. Scrap.
Scrap and several large devices holding confused, possibly injured people on top of it.
The doors will open if pushed, but the front consoles that ran the things won't turn on at all.
This is your new world, transplants.
Good luck.]
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[N let out a pent up breath, touching her face gently, fingers caressing a blood-stained cheek in worry. She was awake, but "alright" was really relative considering she went through a windshield and who-knew-what velocity.
He finally looked around at their surroundings, breath hitching a bit. This wasn't Vatheon, and they weren't the only transports there, but the space around them was almost deadly silent. Were they alone? Or were the others just afraid to answer for some reason? How many of them were in this strange, hazy place that smelled of dirty metal and dust?
Too many questions. Too few answers. He had to focus on Hilda first.]
Can you stand? We need to find where we're at... and get you medical attention.
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Hilda nodded slowly. ]
I-I'll try… I may need some help getting up, though.
[ With the way her arm felt, it was debatable as to whether she would be able to do anything at all… But again, she wasn't exactly one for not trying.
Lilil watched from near Zoroark, worried about her trainer.
I am not sure she should be moving… she said quietly, though only her fellow Pokémon and his trainer would be able to understand her.
She's very badly injured. I know she doesn't have a Pokéball to rest in, but I really don't think she should be walking. ]
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For now though, he was going to let her lean against him and be the support she needed to get back on her feet properly. Lilil's words caught his attention, earning a faint sigh and a nod of acknowledgement.]
Probably not, no, but I don't want to leave her here either. All we can do is hope there is some one near by who can help.
[He shifted, slipping his arm underneath her while minding the one that was so clearly broken. At that exact moment, an odd fluttering sounded from the broken transport, and a fluffy-winged Swablu flew out from it.
Only to land promptly on N's head.
It would have been funny, if not for the situation.]
... ah--... it seems Wally's egg hatched in the wreckage.
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I-It looks like… you've made a new friend…
[ She took several deep breaths, waited until Swablu was comfortable, and then tried to take a step forward. While leaning against N, it was a little difficult, considering how vast the difference in height was. She had been trying to hold in any cries of pain earlier, but as she moved, it became pretty clear that her arm was not held still enough; thus, the movement jostled her broken arm and caused her more pain than she had ever felt in her life. She could not hold in the loud cry of pain that she let loose at that moment.
She really should not be moving! Lilil cried out worriedly. ]
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I'm sorry! I'm sorry... I think... I think this isn't going to work. H-here...
[A rare stammer escaped from N as he moved to set her back down on the ground. It wasn't exactly a comfortable spot, but it was better than forcing her to walk with him.]
Listen... Lilil is here, and I can leave Zoroark with you as well.
[It would be dangerous, and a newly hatched Swablu wasn't going to be much protection at all, but he wasn't going to leave her alone either.]
I'm... going to go ahead. We cannot be alone. here. I'll find help and come back.
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She knew she would worry until he came back, though. She didn't want him to go without some strong protection. It was true, a baby Swablu wasn't going to do much to protect him. She takes a deep, shuddering breath and starts to talk again. ]
T-Take Zoroark with you. Lilil is here, a-and ... a-and my other Pokémon ... I-I'm not alone.
[ Despite being stationary, she could feel pain radiating from every part of her body, though it was absolutely worst in her arm. This was awful ... ]
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... only if you're sure...
[Luckily for both of them Zoroark returned with the two small bags of belongings )one that was N's and the other that was Hilda's shoulder bag) that had managed to make it along, as well as the rest of Hilda's Pokeballs.]
Ah... here...
[He took both from Zoroark, placing the bag and the Pokeballs next to where Hilda could easily reach them with her non injured arm.]
The rest of your friends are here. If something happens, send Unfezant after me, alright?
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I-I will. Be ... Be careful, you three.
[ It was clear to see how worried she was already, and N hadn't even left yet. ]
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I'll take care of him, Hilda!]
He says he'll take care of me.
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I'll hold you to it. Take care of Swablu, too.
[ Lilil sat down near her trainer and looked toward N and Zoroark.
I'll take good care of Hilda, too. I promise. ]
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[That, of course, was to Lilil. Swablu just sort of... squawked, not really old enough to have the cognitive thought process that N would have picked up on. Either way he seemed comfortable on N's head.
Reluctantly, he rose and let go of Hilda's hand. With a nod to Zoroark, the three of them left the area, picking their way over the scrap yard piles until they vanished from sight.
Hopefully they would be back soon with help...]