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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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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...]