![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
savmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
thisavrou_log2017-02-20 11:20 am
- *event,
- *player plot log,
- all about j: j,
- dogs bullets & carnage: badou nails,
- guilty gear: venom,
- kingdom hearts: lea,
- marvel 616: laura kinney,
- mcu: natasha romanoff,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- mushishi: ginko,
- star wars: rey,
- the 100: bryan,
- uncharted: harry flynn,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- undertale: frisk
february player plot log
When: February 20th to February 28th
Where: Thisavrou
Warnings: death, blood, murder, and sweet sweet love
thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )
⋆ Other information about the state of Thisavrou can be found here.
savrii traditions
⋆ 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!
the prompts
( 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.
no subject
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.]
no subject
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 subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
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.]
no subject
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.]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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.]
no subject
terrorloathing, 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.]
no subject
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. ]