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Thán ([personal profile] hohnkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-12-02 06:54 pm

december event log

Who: Everyone
When: December 1st and on
Where: The Midway Hub.
What: With the Moira destroyed, the crew travel to the center of the Hub.
Warnings: Potential violence. Lots and lots and lots of walking. Please label your content


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the outer gate
"Open up, and let them in."

The Moira is no more.

With the damage done to the ship due to the timeslip, all that remains is a burning wreckage and parts to be taken—if the crew can find anything in the pieces. Recovery and headcounts are the main objective for the first several hours of being planetside, and once things have settled just enough, Captain Ira calls for a meeting and addresses those who are able in person to explain the situation. He draws a rough map of the area and explains where he believes they are - according to the terrain - and where they must go. For anyone who’s listening, he describes things like an “Outer Gate”, an “Inner Gate” and “gate sectors”. Believing this to be the best course of action, all crew are asked to explore and gather what they think they’ll need to make the long journey towards the central point of the Hub. Because the MIDs are no longer working due to the lack of a network, the Captains distribute a newer tech called the TAB. It serves the same functions as the MID but is lighter, slimmer, and has the ability to stick to any surface.

WELCOME TO THE MIDWAY HUB






Now that the smoke from the crash has cleared, and injured crew have been tended to, the Captains get everyone ready for departure by explaining what they know of the Hub. Almost stone-like, the creators built a domed workspace in the largest solid space on the planet they could find. Gates are the only way inside, and anyone who catches a glimpse of the compound will see that parts of the dome are cracked. Yet, everything still appears to be relatively intact. The Midway Hub’s terrain is very rocky and difficult to walk on at times. Below the surface is a honeycomb of intermittently dense and brittle stone that makes travel difficult due to the unpredictable nature of what lies beneath the crew’s feet. Those who can develop the tech from what’s left of the debris might be able to create something to determine which route is the safest. Ships and small crafts can be used to fly, but landing is a problem—rocks jut up in sharp peaks and the clearer spots can't handle their weight. Vegetation is sparse, consisting of twisted dark gray thistles that have sprung up from cracks in the rock and burn when in direct contact with skin, and what could be considered small animals here can be seen scurrying away the closer crew get to them.

WEEK ONE
Crew are asked to hook cryo beds together and to use any appropriate vehicles that can be made or fashioned to fit the terrain to carry injured crew on the journey to the center of the Hub. Supplies are gathered, and the Captains, as well as any crew who want to, give the Moira a proper sendoff, heads bowed as they say goodbye to what’s been their home. Traveling starts out slowly, a line of a hundred-plus crew members making their way slowly forward. Stops are frequent, but camping for rest only occurs at night. Crew are assigned watch shifts, fires are built, injured tended to, and those who are able are asked to explore nearby caves and hunt for food.

Something akin to deer, though striped and only to be found in pairs, can be stumbled across at night. Throngs of dark purple mammels begin to follow the Moirans on their trip as well. They are friendly, curious, and eat the thistle. Meet the intelligent, watchful predators that aren’t easily scared away and follow the crew from a distance as if waiting to pounce. The thistle can be eaten, but only if cooked first, and those who sample the chewy plant raw will experience a burning sensation in their throat that doesn’t go away until the cooked version is consumed. During the first week, water can’t be found.

Anyone who does hunt, gather, or explore should make sure to that their TABS are on and it’s suggested that nobody goes alone.

Nearing the end of the first week, an Ingress can be spotted close by that crew can explore. If anyone dares to go inside, they will find the texture of the ground and surrounding walls to be rather soft. If inspected closely, crew will discover that what they originally thought to be rock is actually a living organism that’s fed off the energy of the Ingress it’s attached itself to. It’s not harmful and squishy to the touch. If pressed hard enough, it secretes a turquoise liquid with the consistency of water that might make a good substitute for that very thing.
WEEK TWO
When crew finally pass through the sector gates, a strange sensation encompasses them, and a depowering of sorts goes into effect. The creators put in security measures meant to put all visitors on equal footing as well as to protect themselves from harm. All crew will essentially have the strength and abilities of the average human. An unforeseen issue, this causes Captain Thán to slip into a coma as he is no longer able to continue to recover at a steady pace, and with the loss of the former Captain’s abilities, crew can no longer be brought back if they die. For the first time, all Moirans are subject to permanent death.

During this week of travel, broken ingress machines and parts will be found scattered among the rocks, and new crew will come through. Unfortunately, these Ingresses aren’t in good shape, and anyone coming through will be in varying states of distress—some physical and some mental. New individuals will either have suffered an age slip, growing older or younger than their original body, some form of body transformation (perhaps that shiny thing they were wearing is now part of them somehow), or an extreme weakness they had never been subjected to before arriving on the Midway Hub. The new people will be offered to join their group, once found, and seasoned crew will be asked to explain to them where they are going and what they know.

The rest of the week will be a mix of greeting the new arrivals and continuing to travel to the center of the Hub. The closer they get, the less frequently they’ll see animals, and more caves will begin to pop up.
WEEK THREE
Entering the third week of travel, settlements and houses begin to crop up and are prime areas for exploration and general supplies. Those who go inside may find items that have been left behind and evidence showing that those of varying species and cultures lived in the homes. Some appeared to have been scientists while others were explorers, but all living quarters are deserted. Crew who are less lucky in their search might come away with no fresh supplies, and others might walk into traps or safeguards left behind by previous tenants; these come in many forms, from mild paralysis to temporary unconsciousness. As there are more residences, there are also more caves. The entrances vary in size, and light sources will be needed to explore. Once inside, crew can find purple underwater streams, which can be consumed, and glowing surfaces. When crew drink the water, it temporarily restores powers, a few minutes tops, and then, extreme lethargy settles in for a couple of hours.

Further into the cave systems, crew will come across these lovely creatures that are attracted to sound and track through scent. They are highly dangerous and attack simply to feed. Killing them, though, is surprisingly simple as they are just as vulnerable and weak as everyone else. They are vicious in demeanor but only as strong as an average human.

The closer to the Inner Gate crew get, the less homes, wildlife, and more caves there will be.
WEEK FOUR
The Captains, aware that the crew is exhausted, stop and make camp for the first few days. Someone mentions that it’s the holidays where they’re from, and the Captains do their best to throw a party. Set up at the base of a cave, tents are built and fires roar. Soft music is played in the form of guitar, thank you Ira, and Cúrre brings out some legumes that taste like cherries when roasted. There isn’t much in the way of decorations, but crew are encouraged to dig through their pac-discs and contribute to the festivities.

After a brief respite, crew learn that the entrances to Gate A and Gate B are inside one of the caves but any signs or markings have long since worn away or been destroyed. Groups are split, TABS are synced, and crew explore carefully until an entrance is found. Crew discover Gate A first, and all crew are contacted to gather there. The Captains will remain at the cave entrance until all crew are accounted for, and then, they’ll enter through the gate together.

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tearmeanewone: (125)

[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2016-12-23 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
[She knows exactly what Thane is getting at and suggesting she do, but can it really be that simple? Elizabeth had hardly cried over the course of her life, even though she'd had plenty to cry over. Whether it was the fact that the scale of her situation was being hidden from her, or the sheer vitriol she harbored for Comstock that refused to let her feel any kind of overwhelm or weakness, she hadn't made it a usual thing. But she needs it now, she's built up too much over the course of twenty-some-odd years to keep it all inside in a nice, orderly package.]

[Thane gave her the suggestion, and it seems her subconscious took the invitation before she could finish thinking about it. When Elizabeth opens her mouth to say she'll think about it, nothing comes out because her throat is closing. She can't see Thane because her eyes are tearing up, alarmingly quickly. This is probably the first time anyone's given her permission to cry, Ivan included, and so there's a lot of catching up she's apparently prepared to do.]


...I keep having to say goodbye to people I love, and every time I've never been able to mourn losing them. But I see them every day, and I can't look away. How can I say goodbye when I can't stop seeing them? H-how can I go forward when the one person who forced me to live in the present is gone, and I've been left with constant reminders of him and everything that was done to give me this, this cursed thing that I just-- just wish would finally leave me?

[It's a long monologue for someone crying through her words, and when she finishes, Elizabeth scoots a little closer to Thane, wondering if he'll just... hug her for a minute. Even after everything she's told him about how dangerous she is.]

I want to go home-- to the Moira-- I want a home, I'm tired of walking, I'm tired of this constant search for a place I can safely exist in. [She's losing her grip on her tight, controlled sobs and sniffles the longer the list gets.] My friends are gone or in cryo, I don't know which discs have my personal things and which ones have the library collection, I'm carrying around a scrap of the Moira's hull like that will keep me from feeling homesick and heartbroken-- and I haven't bathed or worn clean clothes in weeks!!

[Which has happened to her before, but somehow that's the breaking point in addition to everything else that's going on. Elizabeth starts crying in earnest, and it's better than the screaming and silent pain she'd been forcing on herself for the months previous. It feels real.]
brokeassgoing: (horrified)

[personal profile] brokeassgoing 2016-12-23 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
Do you not know what bashing means? Christ.
shadowblends: (❧ angry)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2016-12-23 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
I know what 'bashing' means! Do you not see the problem here?

[Yes, he's stomping. He's literally like, four years old, okay?] I. Am. Small!
fight4theusers: ([1982] somber)

[personal profile] fight4theusers 2016-12-23 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Tron watches Rinzler move away, slower than he should, lights dimming to nearly nothing. Of course his double won't admit to the limitation, though the emotional flare of his circuits was enough of a confirmation.

Tron won't dwell on the point. Nothing he can do for Rinzler on that, not right now, anyway. Whatever limitations Clu's placed on him won't be solved today, especially not with both of them so near shutdown from low power.

He can help with that, though.]


Wait here a micro. Please.

[His optical processes are fading in and out by the time he reaches the glowing stream, and it takes all his will not to simply fall headfirst into it. Kneeling shakily, he cups his hands and dips up just enough to taste at first, to confirm what his sensors are already telling him.

The energy rushes through him in a heady wave, dizzying, causing him to sway and grip the rocks to keep from tumbling forward. Circuits glow bright, their normal blue returning in a pulse before dimming again. The energy here is different, not the pure source of the Grid, but it will do for now.

Dipping his head, Tron gulps down a few more mouthfuls of the glowing water, feeling power buzz through his circuits again. The fog that had seemed to gather over his processes lifts, and he straightens, his own sparse lights bright in the dim cave.

Moving back to where Rinzler is still waiting, dim and angry, he extends his hand, the circuits on his fingers glowing cool blue.]


Take it.

[Surely Rinzler can still share energy, though whether he'll accept a transfer from Tron is to be seen.]
yorisearching: (peaceful)

[personal profile] yorisearching 2016-12-23 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
[For all that she respects Tron's User, it's very strange to speak to him face to face. She goes over to tickle Bit instead and answers over her shoulder.]

Adequately, so far. Did you know I flew one of Rinzler's little ships down? Not a scratch on us. I'm pleased to be of some use, with that and tracking supplies.

[Noncombatants can do very little against terrible viruses. Staying out of the way has been her best option. As bad as the crash is, at least Yori has found tasks she's capable of performing.]

[It would be nice if making Rinzler happy were as simple as organizing boxes, but she's working on that one as a long-term goal.]


Do you need help with anything?
nightmarist: (disturbed ☘)

wildcard (during week 3)

[personal profile] nightmarist 2016-12-23 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
[The air feels heavy when Ronan and Adam take the BMW for a spin tonight. He can't tell if Adam's particularly withdrawn or if he's simply imagining it, reading too deeply into what might simply be Adam's usual introversion. He settles on blaming his own guilt for the feeling and commits to making the best of the night, though he knows the end of it will be ugly and there's nothing he can do to fix that.

After a long drive, they reach the peak of a hill overlooking an abandoned settlement, and Ronan parks the car like he always does, as if it's going to be a typical date. But when he turns to Adam, the color drains from his face and his hands get clammy and his fingers twist around his bracelets. Being without his magic has already left him looking increasingly ill with each passing day, but now he suddenly looks even more so.]


I have to tell you something.
unaffluent: (Sweet Child O' Mine)

[personal profile] unaffluent 2016-12-23 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Adam has had a hard time since leaving Kavinsky's tent. He knew what the other had told him wasn't a lie and he knew that he couldn't let Ronan knew that he knew but acting normal had been hard. It hurt, everything about it hurt and when Ronan would touch him he couldn't help imagining how many times he'd touched somewhere else.

How did he measure up? He isn't sure Ronan noticed him withdrawing, it's not as if Ronan wasn't without bigger problems than Adam.

The statement is enough to take Adam off guard, something out of the routine they'd fallen dinto and he feels his nerves rattle.]


What? [Ronan didn't usually preface things.]
nightmarist: (mad ☘)

[personal profile] nightmarist 2016-12-23 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Ronan's tempted to preface it even more. This whole confession feels like it warrants a thousand apologies before he even begins to say what happened. But every explanation that comes to mind only sounds like an excuse, and there's no excusing any of this. So after hesitating for many seconds too long, he comes out with it:]

I've been with two other people. Here. Before you got here, and - It's not still happening, but it happened, and... Jesus, fuck.

[He feels disgusting just saying the words. He can't even look at Adam right now. Turning his face away, he glares out the windshield and twists his bracelets so tight his hands are going bloodless.]
unaffluent: (You Ain't the First)

[personal profile] unaffluent 2016-12-23 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not a shock to Adam but it still hits him painfully when Ronan says it. He hadn't expected him to confess, not after being here for days, not after everything that had happened between them he would have thought the time for telling him would be before now. He rubbed his fingers over his chin as he worked to keep himself composed and not say the first things that came to mind.

After all, he had extracted the fact that Kavinsky wouldn't tell Ronan, so why would Adam tell him that he already knew? His brows furrow and a part of him wants to ask how much he's been with other people. If he misses being with them and a million other questions that he doesn't want the answer to. He can still remember Andyr pulling that card. It hadn't made sense at the time. ]


Why wait to tell me? [He said softly. Because in the end it was the only thing he could think of to say that wouldn't hurt them both and he didn't want to hurt Ronan. Somehow, Adam felt like he deserves this, that this is all because he, Adam, isn't good enough.

He'd won the lottery getting Ronan's first kiss, how could be upset that Ronan had given away other firsts to others? He forced the ache away, constricting his heart so he couldn't feel too much, just has he had been doing from that moment that Kavinsky had told him about Andyr. He'd pushed himself away, built a safe zone around himself. Everyday Ronan had assaulted the safe zone with his love and affection and even if Adam had been less forthcoming with initiating he'd not denied Ronan. He's tried to act normal.]
efficacy: (✓ 082)

[personal profile] efficacy 2016-12-23 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe.

[ The cloud of dust floating in the air has Pepper sneezing, lifting an arm to do so into the crook of her arm. Sniffing, she drops her arm and shakes her head, gently pushing at Hawke's back to get her to move into the next room. Maybe that will be a little less dusty?? ]

How is it we're only finding dust and useless junk when everyone else seems to be carrying off loot by the armful? [ Well... ] Never mind. I think I just answered my own question.
efficacy: (✓ 090)

[personal profile] efficacy 2016-12-23 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pepper hears the noises of someone approaching, thinking it's Hawke. The other woman had taken Tony's edict of babysi-- um, bodyguarding Pepper to heart, but she'd stepped out for a moment. Pep can't blame her, it's really quite dusty in here. ]

Oh--! [ She stands up straighter on instinct when Elena first speaks, snapping her head up and staring in surprise at the unfamiliar woman stood in the doorway; if she squints a little, it's because she can't make out Elena's exact features from this distance. It only lasts for a beat before Pepper relaxes, breathing a faint chuckle and shaking her head with a smile. ]

No, don't worry about it. It's not like I have any claim to this place. At most you interrupted another dust cloud discovery, which is probably a good thing -- turns out I'm not much of an explorer.
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[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-12-23 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's rather a nice thing the fire has built up so largely, clearly shared with the few tents near her own and serving as a gentle beacon to the surrounding area, hers draped in weatherproofing layers and showing a glimpse inside to a veritable blanket nest atop the two air mattresses provided. Angela had gone over her own list of those she hasn't seen, those who were officially unaccounted for in the headcounts, and fell contemplative with a hot mug between her hands more often than not in her downtime.

Eiger notices the new arrival before she does, but a happy little bark draws her attention and a soft (yet fond) utterance of the pup's name has him stilling halfway between her and Thane, offering up a smile of her own as she stands. It's only polite!! ]


Thane, how are you? I don't have any tea, I'm afraid, but coffee...?

[ If she could interest him in a cup. She's already taking a few steps toward him if only to offer a hand— when he's close enough she'd brace his forearm with her own and guide him to have a seat. Even if only for a handful of words before he moved on. ]

I'm afraid to say the camping life suits me; I've spent years in the desert and at the tail-ends of skirmishes and battlefields doing just this. It comes easily after a time.
saveyourserpent: (glare)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-12-23 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't have to show you anything, except being right here.

[THE MANILOW INSULT WILL NOT BE TAKEN LIGHTLY]
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[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-12-23 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The woman edging about her camp and the soft call of "doctor" draws her attention immediately from where she'd been busying about the espresso maker on the fridges of the fire, glancing up a brief moment after Eiger had. (That would be the puppy.) He has long-since learned to stay put at her heel unless he sees a familiar and previously-friendly face, and he remains quiet, yet curious. Ultimately non-threatening if the wag of his tail and perk of too-big ears is any indication.

While certainly unique in her appearance, nothing about the woman before her is familiar— which is just as well, really. It means she'll be more inclined to help. ]


Ah, hello— is there something I can help you with? Don't worry, he's very friendly. [ The dog, quite clearly, which this woman seems fixated on. ] He's been training to be a therapy dog.
otiosity: (oh you sweet summer child)

[personal profile] otiosity 2016-12-23 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[The dust also has Hawke sneezing, loud and violently, which is pretty much Hawke's tagline. So she doesn't resist at all when Pepper ushers her into another room with cleaner air. She sniffles and rubs at her nose and looks sideways at Pepper, her seemingly ever present easy grin back on her face.]

There's a joke about how the bodyguarded has become the bodyguard against all things dusty and sneezy. And also that our suffering and struggle means that we ought to find something good, right?
nightmarist: (somber ☘)

[personal profile] nightmarist 2016-12-23 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ronan has already vowed to himself that he'll answer any question Adam has, and that he'll do it as honestly as he possibly can. He still can't make himself look at Adam, though. Jaw set, eyebrows drawn, he fights to keep his own expression hard so that he doesn't crumble until after Adam's gone.]

I thought I would be dead by now.

[If only, if only, if only.]

I thought... A week. Two if I was lucky. Even if K could help slow it down, there was hardly anything left. It seemed like it was too late to really stop anything. I didn't know the gate could completely take it away. Even when the dreams stopped, I thought I'd only bought a few days, and then our powers would be back and it would be time.

[Ronan scoffs at himself, because even that is a flimsy excuse for concealing the truth. The very opposite of getting one's affairs in order. He's a coward.]

You showed up and it was like my prayers were answered. I'd get my chance to say goodbye. Only problem was, I was already ruined. I'd already been unfaithful. I'd given up hope I'd ever see you again, and I was ashamed of that, and I didn't want that to be how you remembered me. I wanted to die as the boy you kissed back home.

[It's really so pathetic. Ronan slumps back, and the driver's seat suddenly feels too cramped to contain his body, and he wishes he could disappear.]

I should have told you. I should have at least told you before I let you touch me. I was just so fucking selfish. I wanted to die being loved by you.

[personal profile] pidge_out 2016-12-23 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her smirk grows as she rolls her eyes at his reaction. But she'll let him go on, and maybe even humor him a little. Now she's really only interested in learning about his skills as a blacksmith.]

Fine. What are chakram?
pidge_out: (ehhhh not really paying attention)

[personal profile] pidge_out 2016-12-23 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Gets Hit In The Head A Lot Dude. Got it.
wordstoliveby: (88)

[personal profile] wordstoliveby 2016-12-23 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sorry, Elizabeth, he was trying to make sure you didn't get a face full of grenade of something else equally unpleasant. ]

Are you often in the practice of protecting your property with trip wires?

[ Harry keeps his voice conversational as he steps into the room after her, keeping an eye out for any further traps that they might stumble across. Always best to check and see whether or not whomever lived in this house was particularly paranoid about their valuables being stolen. He finds a gas canister attached to the door frame with a trigger that would have been activated by the trip wire being pulled. ]

The residents must have thought they'd be back.
efficacy: (✓ 068)

[personal profile] efficacy 2016-12-23 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, I have to return the favor somehow, don't I? [ She grins back, small and crooked. ] You hold onto that optimism, we might need it yet.

[ Because this room, while perhaps slightly less musty, doesn't look any more likely to contain some hidden spoils to make their day. Propping her hands on her hips, Pepper huffs a breath and gives the place a cursory look. ]

Well, even if we find nothing but more dust and cobwebs, at least we're making an effort to be useful. It's better than just sitting around, twiddling our thumbs.

[ ...At least, she thinks so. Hawke may have noticed Pepper has intense trouble doing nothing. Even if this yields no results, she'll feel better knowing she attempted to be productive. ]
desudesudesudesu: (( `д´ ) fight me. put 'em up.)

well hopefully they're learning a valuable lesson.

[personal profile] desudesudesudesu 2016-12-23 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
( since kurt has a handle on the running suiseiseki takes care of the looking. it looks like at least one of the creatures is still in pursuit of them… thought the lack of light isn’t making seeing them a simple task. ) We’ve still got one on our tail. ( she looks back at kurt only to slam into him the moment he hesitates. ) Mmf. ( she’s about to ask him why the hell he stopped because that thing is gaining on them when the little lightbulb in his head illuminates. )

Then let’s go for it! because I don’t want to die to these things. ( as they approach the florescent pool she can’t help but to marvel. ) W- Wow. This is… wait, do you really think we’ll be able to lose ugly in here?
otiosity: (little bird brain)

[personal profile] otiosity 2016-12-23 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I protect you from all the baddies and various creatures that want to violently kill us and you protect me from dust and cats. Seems like a good working relationship.

[Hawke pinches her nose to suppress a final sneeze and observes Pepper. She has caught on that she doesn't care much for sitting around. And she can respect that. Hawke might like to present herself as lazy and eager to do nothing but she was easily bored and had a knack for trouble. And she can see why Pepper and Tony have a spark. Both of them are always moving.]

Effort is good and another reason to nap after you've exerted it. Plus then your thumbs aren't sore from twiddling. [She sniffs and then asks a question that a bodyguard should never answer but it's why Hawke is truly terrible for the job.]

So how did you meet Tony Stark?
notglitching: (red - turn away)

week four

[personal profile] notglitching 2016-12-23 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rinzler is a weapon. He's made to hunt, to track and kill—not play along with user lies. And it is a lie, a pretense so infuriatingly worthless he wishes he could slice it to pieces with his disks. Why gather as a group—why talk and join and celebrate the progress of their vaunted 'crew'—when the only reason all of them are here is so they can scatter it apart?

There's no point to any of it. No point to caring either, but the program has clung to a few too many of his own pretenses for too long, and the only thing worse than losing them is waiting for it all to be wiped clean. But Clu hasn't called for his code yet, and for at least a little longer, Rinzler's mind is just as broken as he's made it. Enough for resentment. Enough for memory. And enough to recognize the other shape that drifts out past the group's periphery.

At first, he almost takes the user as proof of further errors. Chara had left the system half a cycle back. But strange growths aside, the frame looks familiar—as does the blank disinterest illuminated by the distant fires.

...more data required. The power drain has made his scanning functions nearly useless, but stealth is part of the enforcer's skillset, and it doesn't take much effort to get close. Chara will hear Rinzler before they see him: an odd ticking rumble echoing among the rocks.]
cifrado: (cause now i can begin again)

[personal profile] cifrado 2016-12-23 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Promise me another time. [That's not a request. She rests her chin on a hand, 'tsk'ing sympathetically. Everyone here's affected, though at least she isn't...weakened.

In a sense.

She doesn't have nearly as many as the carefully-crafted layers of deception as she would back 'home' - but then, does she need them here? The easiest thing would be to give a name even more false than her handle- but she makes a thoughtful noise, tapping her fingers at his own 'name'. Somehow, in comparison to his, hers seems innocent.]


Sombra. Do you prefer Twisted or Fate? [Her eyes sparkle a bit with amusement.]
efficacy: (✓ 008)

[personal profile] efficacy 2016-12-23 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a division of labor based on respective strengths. If you ever need someone crushed in a boardroom, however, I've got you.

[ Warm amusement laces Pepper's tone, her lips curving into a vaguely devious smile. At Hawke's question, she gives a little laugh as she moves further into the room, shaking her head. The answer to this one is always a proper Story. ]

Oh... well, I used to work in the accounting department of Tony's company. One day, I came across an error in his math -- which is supposedly never wrong, as he tells it.

[ She gives a tiny smirk at that, shrugging one shoulder. She does admittedly still get a kick out of that particular memory. ]

I bluffed my way past his security guard and confronted him about the mistake. Tony, in turn, decided to hire me as his personal assistant instead after that. Apparently someone with aggressive integrity was valuable to him. This was... about eleven years ago.