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Entry tags:
- * dreamy,
- * npc: agent young,
- * npc: commander grothia,
- * npc: sergeant chiron,
- * setting: base,
- achilles [fate],
- akira kurusu [persona],
- arthur [inception],
- ashitaka [princess mononoke],
- daenerys targaryen [asoiaf],
- hei [darker than black],
- henry cooldown [no more heroes],
- keyleth [dungeons & dragons],
- kylar stern [the night angel trilogy],
- mordred [fate],
- noctis lucis caelum [final fantasy],
- ryuji sakamoto [persona],
- siegfried [fate],
- soldier 76 [overwatch],
- travis touchdown [no more heroes],
- yoshitsugu otani [samurai warriors]
all this energy calling me
WHO? Everybody!
WHAT? Welcome home, nerds.
WHEN? Outside time and space, in the aether between dimensions.
ANYTHING ELSE? Violence, as always. Please warn in subject lines for anything beyond physical violence, and move to a personal journal if things go beyond PG-13.
WHAT? Welcome home, nerds.
WHEN? Outside time and space, in the aether between dimensions.
ANYTHING ELSE? Violence, as always. Please warn in subject lines for anything beyond physical violence, and move to a personal journal if things go beyond PG-13.
TOUCH BASE;
backfill armed services echelon
COST re-appropriated vehicle 854A-5.2
COST re-appropriated vehicle 854A-5.2
read the base setting infopage
DEPARTING FRANCE
The order comes out the second day after the Tuileries is sacked:
PACK UP, GET READY TO MOVE OUT. WE'VE DONE ALL WE CAN HERE.
DEPLOYMENT: BASE. WE NEED TO RESTOCK. BE PREPARED FOR MORE TRANSFERS ON ARRIVAL.
STAY SAFE. TIME-STEP EXPECTED TO BEGIN WITHIN THE HOUR. FOR THOSE OF YOU NEW TO COST: FIND A SECLUDED SPOT, AND TRY NOT TO EAT ANYTHING BEFORE THE JUMP.
The Time-Step
The transfer begins, and it starts like a vibrating heat on the collar bone, not painful, not to start with. Just a hum of sensation. But the vibration spreads. Veteran COST soldiers often refer to this phenomena as 'the buzz'. The sensation builds, feeling not unlike standing near a great engine, or the wind rattling the branches of a great tree. There is long a moment of motion sickness, and one cannot always be sure if it is you that is shaking from the inside out, or the world that is shaking you from the outside in. It may just be better to close your eyes against the growing nausea as the world blurs out of focus. A star shines in the distance. You may hear the faint rustling of leaves. Some swear they hear voices in this moment, indistinct words echoing off nothingness. Some swear they feel a touch of the divine; the eyes of the eternal look down upon you. Ancient bones rattle just out of earshot, cold and brittle. Or maybe it's an illusion brought on by powerful technology grafted into your skin.
One thing is for sure: One moment you are here, and the next, you are not.
Nausea is commonly accompanied by this shift. One moment, you're in the cold of France. The next, you're in a temperature regulated hallway, looking not unlike a very poorly put together space station. Droids rush up and down the long hallway, fixing broken bits of machinery or just chattering with each other. Crows sit on high ledges, looking down, watching.
(For those of you who just apped in and didn't participate in the TDM, you'll appear alongside your comrades now, standing in this long hallway filled with droids and crows and men and women in clothing from 18th century France. Of course, you'll be wearing the minimal COST athletic issued underwear, and holding whatever one item you were allowed to bring. Surprise!)
At the end of the hall is a long table with heaps of used clothing on it. The sizes and styles vary, along with color and detail (AKA none look exactly like the linked pics, they're just a baseline, use your ~imagination~). One thing's for certain, all the clothing has been used before, with holes darned and worn edges. They're all clean, though, and each bears a single patch with the words 'KNOW YOUR RIGHTS, THE FUTURE IS UNWRITTEN' and 'COST sewn into the side.
They're not exactly high fashion, but they might be more comfortable than the late 18th century digs you're still wearing, if you showed up in France. Or, you know, the underwear.
Meet the Drill Sergeant
There is the echoing sound of hooves, and a strange creature emerges from a nearby room: a centaur. He smiles kindly, happy to see you've arrived. He has a significant limp in his back left leg, causing his hoof-beats to pitch an irregular rhythm as he walks slowly through the hall.
"Hello, all!" His voice is kind, but it's pitched to carry. "You may know me as Sergeant-- I am in technicality a drill sergeant. You may call me Chiron, if you wish, though I'm to understand some may know others with the same name." He laughs, amused. "In any case, welcome home. It is not much, but we have tried to make it hospitable for you in your time here. Your room assignments have been uploaded onto your BCEs, along with some technological upgrades we've been testing out. There are a few prototypes and experiments you may find in your rooms as well. Our agents are..." He looks up at the crows. "We are a curious people."
He looks over to the table stacked with clothing. "Please pick out what suits you, and make adjustments as needed. If you have any complaints, and wish to change your rooming situation, your username, anything of that nature, please send me a request. I am also known in some capacity as a trainer-"
One of the crows caws, and it sounds almost sarcastic.
Sergeant Chiron ignores it. "Hm. If you wish for me to make a training regiment for you, to better your skill in this organization, please let me know. But for now: I am to understand your last mission was... tumultuous. Please, rest and acclimate yourself to BASE."
He turns to leave, before stopping-- "And please be kind to the crows. They remember slights."
The crows' cawing sounds like laughter.
HOTSPOTS
There's been some technical difficulty since the prognosticators had their little meltdown. Coolant is in short supply, and some of the corridors of BASE are a little warmer than others. Pleasantly warm. Comfortably so, like walking through a sunbeam. In these hotspots, it feels comfortable and snug.
Characters walking through them will feel the urge to lie down and rest, maybe take a quick little nap.
Sleeping in these spots will cause unsettling or confusing dreams, but not nightmares. Dreams in these hotspots-- and sleeping in these hotspots will never be dreamless-- will be hard to remember upon waking, but they seemed very... strange. Almost as though you were intruding on something important but private.
Yet you can't quite remember it when you wake.
If you're clever and watchful, you'll notice the crows avoid these areas, so you can avoid them as well before you're seized by the urge to lie down and nap.
Particularly watchful characters may notice the hotspots are growing in size and number as the days wear on.
(More information about these and the forthcoming December plot will be coming in an infopost on the 12th, but if you have any questions now, feel free to ask here!)
read the base setting infopage
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[ her interest is certainly piqued, and chiron's tone puts her a little on the defensive. ]
Wait, are you trolling me or something? I said something dumb, didn't I?
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I'm perfectly serious, I assure you. Have you spoken to the Sargent at all?
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I kinda got distracted by the crows...
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I see. [So much for that starting point.] To begin then: mages back in my world have a number of rituals that they rely on to reach certain magics. In one of these rituals, they summon long dead heroes or historical figures and rely on them as familiars and champions in order to do battle for an item known as the Holy Grail. It is an omnipotent thing that can grant wishes.
[That's as concise as possible.]
It was summoned to be a part of that ritual prior to being called here.
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Did you just tell me you're famous and also dead?
[ omg keyleth you can't just ask someone if they're DEAD ]
i have never been happier for being snowed in my life right now
That's one way of putting it.
Chiron tilts his head slightly. That's a unique reaction.]
Well, yes. Although my form in life was not human.
SAME my toes are frozen but my heart is suddenly so warm
[ high five? chiron do you high five tho? if not keyleth will teach ]
Also I have so many questions starting with why are you historical and continuing with is there a chance you're going to disappear on us if someone calls you?
I now have a better excuse to not shovel
[He has learned a few things. Including that.]
The first answer is quite long. The second is a very honest I don't know. [But back to square one.] This information also holds true for the Sargent in some capacity, as we are both versions of each other.
YES hey also if you've had him explain all this ad nauseum to ppl lmk and we can handwave it <3
Versions? That's ... what does that mean?
tbh this is the first time i've gotten into detail with it so!!
ooh ok in that case lay it on me
[ cause like, damn bro ]
and of course after i said this i had to go move my car for the snow plow.
There are worse things than talking to yourself.
haha it's ok my body decided it was time to hibernate for a few days lol
[ she's joking. mostly. ]
Hang on, did COST make you not a centaur? Isn't that kind of ... bull shit?
better that than all this cold
[He doesn't mind and...okay. The question gets a good laugh.]
Horseshit, as it were. And no. Part of the Holy Grail War relies on obscuring your true name, as to rely on elements of surprise. All are assigned class names instead. Mine is Archer.
[Details, details.]
I essentially made it so that when I was summoned, I'd appear as human. Being a centaur would give me away in a moment.
legit when i have to refer to 20F as "warming up" you know it's fucked
or follow-through on, considering hiding your identity requires grace and subterfuge. ]
That makes sense, I guess. [ she lights up suddenly which usually means she's thought of a terrible awful idea she thinks is GREAT ] You know if you ever wanna feel like yourself again I can wildhsape into a horse and you could ride me!
[ insert biggest innocent grin ever here ]
this weekend has been terrible. i went for a short walk and REGRET
I believe that would end up being more disconcerting to me than anything else. My legs would be moving out of instinct, and you'd probably have a number of mixed signals.
[He is...not going to point the innuendo. At all. Period. Because no, this innocence is far too charming and he's not going to ruin it.]
omg yes my dog has been very confused about why i tortured him for a week+
[ especially because he's so chill about her just offering to be a horse in the first place. ]
OK one more and I swear I'll leave you alone-- should I be calling you Archer?
omg poor pupper.
[...well, only if she insists on leaving him alone.]
Only if you wish to.
so many extra treats......
Chiron sounds nicer. Plus you have to show me the characters to write it out still.
your doggo deserves it.
<333
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If there's going to be a scrap of paper and something to write with, it'd likely be in here.
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but it's keyleth's first time in here and she drifts this way and that, eyes lingering on area after area. ]
Huh, yeah. I haven't seen any parchment since we got here, now that you mention it.
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[A table in the corner has a notepad! And there's a pen on it, which means Chiron's heading right over and picking up the pen.]
Here we go.
[Chiron's going to stand with the pad of paper in his hand, taking the time to quickly write down the Greek alphabet to demonstrate the different letters and what the writing looks like. Finally, he then gets around to his own name. The script isn't the neatest, but well. We all have faults.
Χείρων]
It looks like this.