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Entry tags:
- !initiatesnpc,
- #plot post,
- allen walker (d. gray-man),
- altair ibn la-ahad (assassin’s creed),
- alucard anselm (original),
- anne boleyn (tudors),
- asbel lhant (tales of graces),
- asuka langley soryu (evangelion),
- caspian (narnia),
- charlie cutter (uncharted),
- chloe frazer (uncharted 3),
- christopher de red (baccano!),
- collette "please" (animorphs),
- dick grayson (dc comics),
- dr. gordon freeman (half-life),
- francœur (a monster in paris),
- ico "von viking" (ico: citm),
- jaime reyes (dc comics),
- jan valentine (hellsing),
- jesse pinkman (breaking bad),
- joel (the last of us),
- johnny d'amico (original),
- joseph "jericho" wilson (tta),
- kate "candy" kane (dc comics),
- khisanth (dragonlance),
- luke skywalker (star wars),
- max briest (original),
- max kearney (original),
- roslyn "mcsexy" small (original),
- ryoji kaji (evangelion),
- saul goodman (breaking bad),
- sokka (a:tla),
- sonic the hedgehog (sonic),
- stephanie brown (dc comics),
- vennett (npc),
- victor sullivan (uncharted 3),
- wayne malloy (the riches),
- yuri lowell (tales of vesperia)
(OPEN | Mutiny Log) Well it's been so long
Date & Time: Nov. 16 ~0300 through Nov.19th ~0230hrs, 3133
Location: Housing, Cafeteria, VR rooms, hallways etc (read: everywhere)
Characters: YOU!
Summary: Mutiny on the moon base! Vital systems are offline, mutineers are making PA announcements, and there’s conflict and turmoil brewing in the halls. Dun dun duuun!
Warnings: None yet (possible violence?)
Notes: Specify a date and location in your top comment. You may specify multiple dates/locations. A timeline for the plot and the IC PA announcements made during are available HERE.
[In the dead of night - or as close to ‘the dead of night’ as is possible to have in moon base - a small group of transports finally make the move they’ve been planning for weeks. Pre-determined teams, maintaining radio contact throughout, simultaneously take control of the Transporter Room and take multiple systems offline.
One moment things are normal; they next, they’re not. With a last message flagged as ‘maintenance’ left on the network, the network cuts out. A moment later, Transports across the base find themselves losing contact with the ground or shifting in their sleep and gently floating out of their beds from the force as the gravity drops. Lighting flicks over to emergency only: bathing corridors and rooms in a desolate, lonely red. Doors work - and then they don’t. Transports will find themselves confined to housing (and washrooms), the VR rooms, and the cafeteria; it’s plenty of space to be comfortable and largely covers most Transport’s basic needs (unless you’re fond of cheery light or having your feet on the ground in which case you may be out of luck).
Hours later-- Click-HHHSSSHK-click!
A woman’s voice speaks over the moon base’s PA system, echoing through the dark corridors and off the odds and ends gently floating through them thanks to the lack of gravity regulation. The voice is rich and accented, with a certain practiced ease to it - one that sharpens to a point the longer she talks:]
Testing. Testing-- are we good? Christ, I'm not echoing, am I? No?
All right good. Listen up, fellow transports. As you might have noticed, some of the base's general systems have gone offline: this, I assure you, is absolutely intentional. There's no need to panic.
So moving on from the understandably frustrating to the even more frustrating, I'm sure you all have also noticed the fact that we're currently all stuck-- starving and defenseless-- on the bloody moon. In a base that was, up until a few days ago, overrun with zombies. And before that, thousands of lives were bombed right out of existence, and before that, an entire world-- and before that we were all still being thrown at the United Earth for the sake of dying off repeatedly in a war we never stood a chance or had a say in. Transports have been treated like pawns since day one, and I'm sorry, but we don't deserve it.
If we're giving up our lives and our freedom, I'd say it's about time we earned ourselves a little equality.
We deserve a say in what goes on in this fight, and with that in mind, a few of us have decided to hold onto the transporter for a while. Just until the Initiative agrees to treat us like people instead of ammunition. Trust me, we’re not here to hurt anyone; none of this has to end badly. But it does need to end. Things have got to change. And if this is what it takes? This is what it’s going to be.
We need your help; please don’t make it any harder for us.
[The PA clicks off, pitching the base once more into complete radio silence.
Near the end of the first day, gravity regulation is re-established. The network is brought back online the following day, allowing everyone to communicate more freely. Lighting doesn’t come back online until the 18th and the door regulation isn’t normalized or operable until the 19th. Throughout the four days, the mutineers make multiple PA announcements.
In the mean time? Keep your friends close, come to the aid of your neighbors; help with reconnaissance and choose sides - are you neutral in this mess? Are you trying to help bring systems back online and root out the mutineers? Are you sympathetic to the mutiny and trying to sabotage those Transports standing for the Initiative?]
Location: Housing, Cafeteria, VR rooms, hallways etc (read: everywhere)
Characters: YOU!
Summary: Mutiny on the moon base! Vital systems are offline, mutineers are making PA announcements, and there’s conflict and turmoil brewing in the halls. Dun dun duuun!
Warnings: None yet (possible violence?)
Notes: Specify a date and location in your top comment. You may specify multiple dates/locations. A timeline for the plot and the IC PA announcements made during are available HERE.
[In the dead of night - or as close to ‘the dead of night’ as is possible to have in moon base - a small group of transports finally make the move they’ve been planning for weeks. Pre-determined teams, maintaining radio contact throughout, simultaneously take control of the Transporter Room and take multiple systems offline.
One moment things are normal; they next, they’re not. With a last message flagged as ‘maintenance’ left on the network, the network cuts out. A moment later, Transports across the base find themselves losing contact with the ground or shifting in their sleep and gently floating out of their beds from the force as the gravity drops. Lighting flicks over to emergency only: bathing corridors and rooms in a desolate, lonely red. Doors work - and then they don’t. Transports will find themselves confined to housing (and washrooms), the VR rooms, and the cafeteria; it’s plenty of space to be comfortable and largely covers most Transport’s basic needs (unless you’re fond of cheery light or having your feet on the ground in which case you may be out of luck).
Hours later-- Click-HHHSSSHK-click!
A woman’s voice speaks over the moon base’s PA system, echoing through the dark corridors and off the odds and ends gently floating through them thanks to the lack of gravity regulation. The voice is rich and accented, with a certain practiced ease to it - one that sharpens to a point the longer she talks:]
Testing. Testing-- are we good? Christ, I'm not echoing, am I? No?
All right good. Listen up, fellow transports. As you might have noticed, some of the base's general systems have gone offline: this, I assure you, is absolutely intentional. There's no need to panic.
So moving on from the understandably frustrating to the even more frustrating, I'm sure you all have also noticed the fact that we're currently all stuck-- starving and defenseless-- on the bloody moon. In a base that was, up until a few days ago, overrun with zombies. And before that, thousands of lives were bombed right out of existence, and before that, an entire world-- and before that we were all still being thrown at the United Earth for the sake of dying off repeatedly in a war we never stood a chance or had a say in. Transports have been treated like pawns since day one, and I'm sorry, but we don't deserve it.
If we're giving up our lives and our freedom, I'd say it's about time we earned ourselves a little equality.
We deserve a say in what goes on in this fight, and with that in mind, a few of us have decided to hold onto the transporter for a while. Just until the Initiative agrees to treat us like people instead of ammunition. Trust me, we’re not here to hurt anyone; none of this has to end badly. But it does need to end. Things have got to change. And if this is what it takes? This is what it’s going to be.
We need your help; please don’t make it any harder for us.
[The PA clicks off, pitching the base once more into complete radio silence.
Near the end of the first day, gravity regulation is re-established. The network is brought back online the following day, allowing everyone to communicate more freely. Lighting doesn’t come back online until the 18th and the door regulation isn’t normalized or operable until the 19th. Throughout the four days, the mutineers make multiple PA announcements.
In the mean time? Keep your friends close, come to the aid of your neighbors; help with reconnaissance and choose sides - are you neutral in this mess? Are you trying to help bring systems back online and root out the mutineers? Are you sympathetic to the mutiny and trying to sabotage those Transports standing for the Initiative?]
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But this time, Jesse screams.]
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But for Lucifer, losing power is like losing an entire identity.
No longer is she a fallen angel, a mismatch of Demonic and Divine, entirely unique in it's existence. Now she was just this human, powerless and like any other, without a life to lay claim to. It was like being a newborn, confused and...frightened, admitted to herself as unwillingly as possible. She can tell immediately that something is definitely wrong, her gaze turning to raised hands, eyes wide in shock. Never before had anyone slighted him like this - not even God had...no, not even God could do this - and for Jesse to do it so easily, so suddenly...
For once in Lucifer's life, she'd no idea what to do.
Despite his suffering, she hurriedly walks over to him - the feeling of the cold floor is a lot more evident now, uncomfortable with each step - and grabs as tight as hold as possible of his clothing, attempting to grab his attention with a tug.]
What did you do!?
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Unfortunately, the only other option is to return it. To the devil.
He's sunk to his knees when she grabs him, and he can't tell if it's him shaking in fear or if it's her shaking him. He immediately throws his hands out to shove her off of him.]
Don't touch me!
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So standing again, he might hear her walking over, but she doesn't approach him, no.
She picks up his gun.]
We've had a bit of a misunderstanding, unfortunately. Now look what's happened.
[Act confident.
He knows now what she is. Even without the power he took, the intimidation could still prove useful(hopefully.) Just don't lose control of the situation.]
I don't know anything beyond using this aside pulling the trigger - but it seems blunt and heavy enough for something else. And if there's one thing I know, boy, it's torture.
How about you return what's mine and we'll call it quits, hm?
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He isn't even scared of the gun or what she might do with it. He's scared of the unholy power that's currently trapped inside him. He imagines it somehow taking on a mind of its own, breaking free, and making him into something else. If she shoots him, the power will die, and that's probably a good thing for the whole of the universe.
But he isn't brave enough to wait for her to shoot him.]
Take it.
Take it.
[He releases the power back into her, with a thousand apologies to God.]
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Lucifer isn't thinking straight either, but it isn't any sort of fear(however present it is) that's distorting her common sense, no, more the anger that's blinding the natural instinct that would usually speak clearly, suggesting the fear and turmoil her very being instilled within Jesse be taken advantage of instead. That the Devil with a tendency to default to using words over force in most scenarios would immediately resort to physical threats in this case spoke more about her desperation than her callousness.
Still, she slowly regains her composure as the feeling of wholeness spreads through her body again, humanity shed in favor of the corruption, malevolence and utter darkness that Jesse so feared to house within him.
And with all this rage burning within her, a childish indignation almost too embarrassing to admit to having, she almost decides to kill him very, very slowly while they're here.]
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The vengeance she has in mind would have to be awful, yes - but it would have to matter. A slow and careful sort of suffering, nurtured through planning and time, satisfying enough to quell this stupid grudge she hates herself for feeling.
So with a delicate sort of slowness she places the firearm onto the ground, though remains leaning over Jesse and looks down at him with a satisfied smile.]
Now then, that wasn't too difficult, was it?
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Please...
[He's not quite sure what he's begging for.]
Please...
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[Said rather chidingly, before standing again. As much as she'd admit to enjoying watching this, it's starting to get old.]
You did as I asked, so I'm not going to hurt you, like I already said. I'm-[a Man of my word. Ha.
Besides, Lucifer won't be the one doing the hurting.]
You might consider more carefully next time you try to pull a little stunt like that, boy. Just some advice.
[And if he has nothing to say after that Lucifer's just gonna stroll off in the opposite direction, out of sight. The wall is gone too, though whether or not it vanished the moment Lucifer lost control or was removed entirely of her own volition is anyone's guess.]