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february player plot log

Who: Everyone
When: February 20th to February 28th
Where: Thisavrou
Warnings: death, blood, murder, and sweet sweet love

thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )

⋆ All information is current as of day 51 ( there are 100 days in a cycle, which started on January 1st).

⋆ Other information about the state of Thisavrou can be found here.

savrii traditions

⋆ With an increase in visitors this month, the Savrii have made several attempts to ease the transition by researching particular activities that their guests might be familiar with. However, due to the lack of proper information provided on some of these, the rest has been filled in with variations of known Savrii traditions as well as those from other worlds. Beginning on the 20th, everyone who visits the Ingress Complex will be given small capsules with very specific instructions of do not ingest. These small things can be planted in soil and yield unexpected results! Other noticeable differences across the planets will vary from fliers and other sources of advertisements depicting an odd-looking and very tentacle-like infant denoting this month as “Sweets and Sweeter”, gifts of tiny chocolate hearts that are literally chocolate-coated meat hearts made from a common lizard found on Chioni, and commemorative glasses with a special drink inside that compels one to speak a blunt and possibly uncomfortable truth to the person they’re with.

⋆ Located in R3, the natives of this region have filled the air with love—quite literally. A special chemical released from the rare flowers that sometimes grow in the trees has bloomed, causing the moods of those who breathe it in to lift and their inhibitions to lower. The effects can range from causing someone who isn’t normally open to be very flirty to incensing an individual to make the worst decision of their life. Once an individual leaves R3, the effects of the gas will subside after about an hour. While visiting, however, join the natives in their annual Golden TangleSnake Hunt in an attempt to catch the yellow-tailed Tanglesnake and win a prize for your sweetheart!

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⋆ Love Is Forever. To help all new visitors acclimate to Thisavrou and its Sweet Month, a few long-time residents bring out their own traditions in hopes of garnering enthusiasm and promoting kind, loving acts. On the morning of the 21st, every person (no matter where they live on Thisavrou) will find a heart with a pleasant message by their door. There’s only one problem; the hearts aren’t made of paper, they’re real (some form of alien animal hearts not native to Thisavrou). That very same day, a married couple is found outside their home with an arrow (a big one) shot through their chests, pinning them together. This occurs three more times before it is reported to the Savrii - intermediaries are dispersed to help find any information, and anyone looking to help stop more deaths from happening can ask an intermediary for facts. Characters can investigate to find the culprits and learn their motives.

( OOC Info: If you thread out the investigation and you get to a point where you need clues or direction, then please PM savmods and we’ll give you some plot! This goes for both the heart and arrow sections of the prompt. )

⋆ Four Minutes. This one is what it says on the tin—a round of speed dating that occurs over the TABs and in-person. On the 20th, a notification pops up on all TABs noting a date and time (that evening) for all people to come to. At this event, TABs are synced up, and everyone who attends will be sat at tables with one other person. They will be given four minutes to get to know them. If you decide you want to see them again, mark yes on their profile on the TABs, and if not, hit no. Don’t worry though, whether you’ve got matches or not, the event-runners will be sending out random suggestions of who to go out with! If you accept, they’ll pay for a luxurious evening. At the end of the evening, all matches will be sent to your character’s TAB, and whether you pursue anything further is up to you.

( OOC Info: the speed dating event at the beginning is up to the player to decide the details. You can thread out random meetings or being matched up after or even a date that you arrange with a match a week from now. The sign-ups below are for the random match suggestions. If you sign your character up, they’ll be given a match and a date, completely paid for. )

⋆ Sleep On It. Even the Savrii seem to have an old wives' tale about finding one’s true love. A mixture of herbs were bundled together and placed under a pillow, allowing the person to dream of their soulmate that night. A Savrii, who found the tale romantic, synthesized a mixture of herbs that, when certain steps were followed, lets the user have a vision of themselves with the person that they can find the happiest life with. Step one: Take the herbs in hand and twist until the bundle snaps, it’ll smell of lavender and honey. Step two: Lift pillow and place bundle underneath. Step three: Sleep. Step four: Not all results are conclusive; you may have seen your soulmate, someone you hate, someone you have strong feelings for, or some might have dreams that make no sense at all. The only common thing is that the dream will only feature one other person. Step five: Go find that person and tell them what you saw! Whether something comes of this or not is up to fate.

Thank you to Kitten, Jaina, and Hattie for these plot ideas!!

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[The stupid creature just won’t burn, will it? So far, it’s dodged everything she’s thrown at it without any sign of fatigue or fear, to the point where the Big Sister is sure it must be a Protector itself—a twisted one, to be sure, one drained of blood and ADAM alike, but a Protector nonetheless. Not even the barrage of fire can stop it from slinging its hand out once again, this time throwing its weapon directly in the Big Sister’s path. Falling as she is, she can’t change direction, only raise a hand to try and summon another wave of Telekinesis in time to knock the projectile off-course—

Turns out, she doesn’t have to. Something else slams into the blur of light in mid-air and pulls it down in the blink of an eye. Her path now clear, the Big Sister lands in an unsteady crouch, eyes wide as they follow the brightly-colored projectile back to its source.

Nihlus. She hasn’t had contact with him since she first arrived and this is her first time seeing him in Region 4. For a frantic moment, the Big Sister wonders if she’ll be facing two opponents instead of one, but that passes soon enough. Nihlus had helped her before and he had seized the creature’s weapon now; if he’s entering the fray, it must be on her side.

Maybe she can win after all.

Her gaze snaps back to the creature in an instant, and she raises her hand again, the air around it shimmering with heat as she prepares to throw another fireball.]

Edited 2017-04-16 20:04 (UTC)

[Frustrating, to have his attack deflected. Worse, to see the threat continue to escape unscathed. But Rinzler's focus lingers not at all on his target, or on the charge it draws as it readies for the next attack.

Not with Nihlus joining in the fight.

And taking his code disk.

NO. Rinzler hits the ground in a jerky stall, fist locking around his second weapon as it rebounds to his grip. ID: matched; threat level: high; and (trap) and (trick) and hands on his disk. Noise snarls out in furious distortion, blade flaring—but Rinzler doesn't throw, doesn't let go of it, not for a second. It's like the fight in the ship hall. (It's worse, and this user knows why.) Disks aren't batons, this isn't a Game, and there are some lines no one gets to cross, especially now.

Rinzler takes a step forward, remaining weapon humming out a lethal ultimatum.

Give. It. Back.]

[ The humming blade nearly shears his grapple hand in half, but at least he has their attention now. His tether finishes retracting with a sharp zzZIP, wrist joint clicking back into place, smoke billowing from the contact points between blade and ceramasteel.

Casting Rinzler a quick glance over his shoulder when the Program lands, he takes in the the aggressive tension knit into the dark frame, the low enraged snarl, mandibles clamping against his jaw. Up above he can see flickers of flame, the atmospheric warp of what looked and awful lot like biotics.

Not good. Not good at all. Definitely should have brought his hardsuit along.

Holding his hands up, he moves to place himself between Rinzler and the Big Sister, keeping the disk in sight. He can't hand it over just yet, not when he's trying to play mediator: but he won't stop his friend from taking it back. ]

I don't know what this is about, [ he says carefully. ] But the residential zone is not your place to go picking fights.

[The Big Sister barely seems to register Nihlus moving between her and the creature. His words are nothing more than a distant admonishment, and a meaningless one at that. The creature had come here looking for a fight. The location hadn’t been her choice. All she hears is an encouragement to see it through—if this isn’t the place for a fight, obviously the only solution to is to end it.

The Big Sister lets the creature’s attention linger on Nihlus for a few moments longer. Perhaps it may even seem as if she’s waiting on further orders. And with every second, the heat in her hands grows more and more intense—until she suddenly darts to the side and unleashes a diagonal volley of firebolts at the creature in a blazing slash of flame.

At the very least, she makes sure they are all well-clear of Nihlus.]

[He isn't letting go. He isn't letting go. The user took his disk (his code) (again), and despite the unassuming posture, is making no move in the least to give it back. More, he's ignoring the demand completely.

Rinzler is not subtle. Nihlus is not dumb. This user (programmer) knows exactly what Rinzler is saying; knows why. But he's pretending not to. Talking, talking, talking, words picking and pressing in regretful admonishment, implied command. Don't fight. Your fault. Because it always is when users target him, always his error in resisting. And the offer of correction, so readily at hand: not the place, not here. Maybe he should follow the user elsewhere. Somewhere with less people. Maybe he'll give Rinzler his disk back if he does.

And maybe he'll (use it) (break him) (LIE).

No. No, no, no, and his mask jerks sideways, ragged scrape of sound rising and falling in time with the muted flicker of his lights. The user won't give it back. Rinzler won't be tricked a second time. He won't and he can't and the user has his disk and won't return it and that is all that matters.

The freeze breaks. Tension gives way. All loops end in the same imperative, and Rinzler's grip locks even more rigidly as his disk flares, as step becomes launch, leap—

WARNING—

Visuals are fixed on his disk; on the threat that holds it. It isn't until scans flag the incoming distortions that Rinzler even remembers there was another user in the space. The enforcer twists above, draws inward—takes the third blast straight to his core. The concussive power knocks him back, an uncontrolled collision with the nearest wall. The heat? Glitches things up in an entirely different way. Rinzler won't catch flame (isn't made of anything that could), but the guttering of circuit lights makes for a similar effect—especially in combination with the dim hash of instability that flushes in and out beneath his shell.

Damage? None. System errors? Everywhere. The enforcer's still snarling, still furious, still struggling to fight... but standing might take a minute.]

[ His attention split between two targets, Nihlus doesn't have a lot of space to react when both of them move. But the Sister moves to the side while Rinzler-

Comes right at him.

He shifts his weight, preparing to dodge, raising his mech arm up to block, omni-tool flicking as it flash forges a shield. This was a bad idea, gambling that Rinzler would trust him enough to drop the fight, especially when he had his disk-

The strike doesn't land. His nose and mouth fills with the smell of fire and more smoke, the air miraging and warping from the fireballs flying past him. Nihlus watches the program get slammed by one midair and right into a wall, guilt cutting through high and sharp. ]

STOP!

[ This time, Nihlus shoves himself between the Big Sister and Rinzler, holding the glowing omni-shield up, ready to deflect anymore attacks. He risks a glance back the program (partly to assess damage, partly a plea he doesn't have time to make sure Rinzler saw) before turning his full attention up to the Sister. ]

I meant, [ he says, low tones leaving no room for argument. ] Stop.

[The Big Sister feels a thrill of triumph when the bolt connects, sending the creature flying backwards before it can lunge at Nihlus. For the first time in all of their encounters, she finally has it where she wants it and she’s already advancing towards it, fingers glowing with potential, when Nihlus steps between them. The order he barks out makes no sense. It was going to attack him. It’s struggling to get back on its feet even as he stands protectively in front of it and the Big Sister doesn’t understand.

She returns Nihlus’s low words with a growl of her own, motioning for him to step aside and then pointing urgently at the creature. It’s going to get back up and attack them. Nihlus’s shield should be facing it, not her.

If Nihlus doesn’t step out of the way soon enough, the orange glow will fade from her fingers—but the energy doesn’t. She’s merely swapping out plasmids, exchanging Incinerate for Telekinesis. If Nihlus doesn’t move soon, she’ll move him herself.]

[Rinzler isn't damaged, but systems crawl with faults on faults, a nauseating lag between values input and returned. He doesn't shut down, but visuals still flicker in and out, touch-orientation and scan-sense failing completely to align. System over temperature. Unsteady breaths draw in and out, but cooling is useless, each gasp only returning the heated air behind his shell. The ground (?) at least is cooler, and Rinzler presses against it, pushing toward the direction most data flags as up... only to freeze as his stare meets Nihlus'.

User. Threat. Standing above, looking down, and for all that Rinzler isn't nearly so badly off this time, the similarities are impossible to miss. Rinzler glares back, bracing for the user to correct the differences. But Nihlus only turns away, pitching orders to his user ally.

...

Rinzler doesn't trust him. Won't, won't, won't, not like this, not with his disk. He'll kill the user before he leaves with it—should kill him now for what he's done already. He would. But Rinzler is still lagged, and with two threats to contend with, he can't afford to move carelessly. He raises his disk in front of him to guard, and reaches to unclip the baton he still has left.

It rezzes up a blade.]

No. Do NOT toss me.

[ Yeah, Big Sister, he's seen that look on enough biotic assholes to know what she was thinking of doing and frankly, No Thank You. Which isn't going to stop her, but he's going to protest it, dammit.

Of course, the fact that she didn't seem particularly inclined to hurt him shifted the girl down the threat priority list- which just left Rinzler. Going by the red glow of a baton being activated out of his peripherals...

Nihlus backs up slowly, praying that she wouldn't try anything, firmly waving at her to stand down with his shield arm, hoping she would understand the signage well enough to guess what it might mean- and NOT ignore it.

Another step and puts himself firmly into easy stabbing range and only then does he turns his head again. He holds up his mech arm, the disk embedded in it- not quite handing it over, not when he still needed to be the neutral party- but more a wordless plea to stop. ]

Rinzler, [ he says as gently as he can. ] This isn't going to be another Peter, is it? Because I'd really rather avoid that.

[ Man, Shepard is going to be pissed if he ends up stabbed. ]

[The blade that appears in the creature’s hand is confirmation enough of the Big Sister’s apprehension, and she takes a step forward, impatient to end the creature before it can attack again. She returns Nihlus’s order with a glare, first at him, then the creature. If he doesn’t want to be thrown, then he should deal with it himself.

That’s what the Big Sister assumes he’s doing when he turns towards it—though it’s a stupid move, getting close enough that the creature could gut him with that blade if it chose to. What comes next, however, is even more infuriating. Nihlus actually holds out the creature’s weapon towards it, close enough that it would be the work of a moment for the creature to lunge up and grab it. The Big Sister doesn’t know what the gesture is meant to be—mockery, a peace offering, or even intentional aid—but she knows she isn’t going to stand for it.

The Big Sister’s growl explodes into a shriek, and Nihlus will only have a moment to brace before a wall of force collides with his side, aiming to throw him away from the creature.]

[Lights flicker, noise continuing its fast, erratic catalog of errors. But as Nihlus steps closer, the rest of Rinzler will go very still. It's a threat. A trick. Contact is, after all, only another weapon for this user, a promise of fried circuits and forced shutdown and waking up to worse. Still, his disk is there, and he can't leave it. Another step, and another, and the user's close enough he could strike out (but he'd have to be sure; hands on his disk; can't let him—)

Nihlus turns, and the hum of weapons builds, an aural flinch to join the jerky lift of Rinzler's mask. Nihlus talks, and Rinzler can only stare, incredulous and hateful. Another Peter? In the way the user cornered him? In the overheat still lagging his code? Or in the fact that he'd stolen Rinzler's disk? Every parallel to the last trap, Nihlus made, and the only difference Rinzler can find is that Peter_Maximoff hadn't been competent enough to carry though with his intent. Somehow he doubts that's likely to be a problem here.

He needs his disk. He (needs to run) needs space, but most of all, he needs his disk, and it's too close not to try for now. The mask stays up; no need to telegraph more than he has); but eyes flick down behind it, calculating. A power surge is likely, but if he can counter it with enough charge, he should be able to keep function. (And if he severs the limb in the process, he won't regret that in the least.) Decision gate reached, Rinzler's right hand twitches bringing the long blade of his baton up in sharp distraction as his disk blurs out—

—but there's nothing there. No mechanical limb, no twinned disk (to strike, to merge, to pull it free). No threat, even. His enemy is launching sideways, leaving empty space marred only by a distant silhouette beyond. The other user. The one who had started this. Nihlus' ally?

Close enough. And clear enough that he can't win the fight he needs to without going through this one first. Rinzler starts toward the user, weapons lit in either hand.]

[ WHY.

Fortunately, Nihlus was pretty used to being tossed around telekinetically, but he still didn't particularly appreciate it. He twists automatically, slamming shield-first into a pillar and sliding down with a shower of sparks, landing heavily on his feet.

Once there, he takes a split second stock of the situation.

Here, then, was the conundrum: he can't give Rinzler's disk back without him using it to try and stab a teenager or sending it flying to the wayside where it could hit a passerby. Rinzler still had the other disk AND a baton, which he was already trying to use to stab said teenager. Said teenager was very intent on murdering Rinzler and now thinks he's trying to aid the program in fighting her- which had been what he'd been trying to avoid. Rinzler now thinks he'd taken the disk because he was going to use it against him- which he'd also been trying to avoid, but the attempts at assuaging that fear mostly just put him into potential stabbing range twice.

As far as situations went, this was pretty FUBAR.

So how does he fix this?

By giving Rinzler his disk back, apparently. Right about when Rinzler starts moving towards the Big Sister, the disk goes sailing by behind him, bouncing off a nearby column.

Nihlus then shoots his grapple arm out at the Sister and yanks it sideways, aiming to wrap the tether around her middle and pull her away, turn her attention towards him instead. If she was going to fight someone, then she can fight someone who didn't have the intention of killing her. ]

Edited 2017-04-27 03:25 (UTC)

[She’s angry enough now that she could kill both of the creatures right now without even a shade of regret. She had been so close to winning and then Nihlus had to interfere ruin everything. She screeches in fury as the black and red creature rights itself and begins to stalk towards her. It had been twitching on the ground only a moment earlier while Nihlus shielded it. She should’ve blasted both of them rather than give it a chance to recover. Heat shoots up her fingers as she switches back to Incinerate, ready for another round—

Only to feel something wrap around her waist and yank sideways, hard enough to uproot her from her place. She catches herself on her hands, head snapping up to follow the line back to its obvious source: Nihlus yet again. So he is helping the creature. Does he intend to keep her off-balance while the creature goes for the kill? The Big Sister’s features twists into a mask of rage, the heat in her hand flaring into a ball of flame.

A ball of flame that she pitches right at Nihlus.]

[Absent the undercurrent of ~~terror~~ loathing, the equation is simple. He needs his disk. The (liar) user took it from him, and the other won't allow him close. To prevent another editor from owning him and forcing a new shape... all Rinzler has to do is kill every other person present.

The goal is comfortingly familiar.

The powered user is a threat at range, but should be easy to wipe out if he can close the gap. Rinzler moves, letting peripherals track the programmer—and catching as it shifts immediately to attack. He turns, frame coiling to (dodge) (block) (brace)—

None of his calculations had accounted for the sight of his own disk, coming back toward him.

...

Rinzler catches it. He couldn't not, for all that cognition is still lagged three steps behind. Disks meld in his extended hand, the inactive blade fusing smoothly to the lit one, and Rinzler stops, and Rinzler stares, still waiting for the trap. Nihlus is engaging his ally now, coiling a line around its midsection to pick a new fight with no regard at all for finishing what he started. What was this? A test? A joke? The other user doesn't seem to see the humor either. Rinzler's gaze flits to his spare baton, dropped in the corner adjacent to the pair. It's what he came for. But with his disk in hand, and no further data on this mess...

Quick strides take the enforcer toward a wall—then up it, leaping for an unlocked hatchway to the ceiling. Uninterrupted, Rinzler will be out of sight in moments—if not necessarily away.]

[ Rinzler ditching the party is a relief, but it's quickly overshadowed by the extremely pissed teenager he'd just tethered tossing a fireball at him. Turians might be relatively heat and fire resistant, but he still doesn't particularly want to chance it with whatever the hell she's tossing at him.

The blast sears the fabric off his shoulders as he darts to the side, boots screeching over smooth flooring. Now he just had to get himself out of this predicament without anyone dying.

An orange glow catches his eye and he spots the baton in his peripherals. Nihlus kicks it up and grabs it. With a quick flick of his wrist, the tether snaps, spooling in an orange heap on the ground. He leaves it, leaves the Big Sister to untangle herself and just-

Fucking bolts.

There he goes. ]

Edited 2017-05-07 06:30 (UTC)

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