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TESTDRIVE_01



THE ARRIVAL.

You wake up, wet and bruised, in the water.

You don't recall falling, but you recall a flash of bright light, and the next thing you know you're washing up on the shoreline. You can see two moons and a planet in the sky. Directly abovehead is a slash of oscillating lights that flash painfully bright with every passing second - and you witness a handful of silhouettes getting spit out of the lights, falling into the water with a loud splash.

It's a surprising sight; just as surprising is the fact that you're not alone.

A stranger you didn't notice approaching hauls you up onto your feet, checks you for injuries, and then you're lifted into a shuttle, where you're healed by the med techs on board. There are others like you who were pulled from the water and the sand, and they're in various states of healing. You're all soaked in seawater - and by the look of things, you're all equally at a loss about your situation.

An automated message keeps repeating over the PA system in English: "You are currently in Caius Allied Territory. Welcome to Alexandrina."

Where the hell are you?

You're now in Alexandrina, and we hope you enjoy your stay.



NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE.

It isn't your lucky day.

Something, somewhere along the line, goes incredibly wrong. Rather than keeping you at the shores of Alexandrina, the rift pulls you in and spits you out in a place that's a lot less watery and clear. The first thing you come to is the taste of dirt and grime, and the hustle and bustle of a city that doesn't have an off-switch.

Overhead, there are high-rises and towers that go up further than your eyes can see. It seems neverending, and natural light struggles to filter through the metal. The shock only starts to fade away when you hear the sounds of a struggle not too far away from where you landed. Investigating will lead you to a group of Caia Maxus harassing a few Terrans on a back alleyway. The Terrans are trying to sidestep their way out of this (they'd rather not get involved in a fight), but the Caia Maxus far outnumber them and all escape routes have been blocked.

No one else is stepping in to intervene. If anything, the rest of the onlookers seem to be encouraging the rough treatment. So now you get to decide:

OPTION A | YOU STEP IN LIKE THE HERO YOU ARE. You step between the two parties to try and avoid an escalation. You don't want to start trouble, or maybe you do and this seems like a good reason to fish for a fight.

OPTION B | YOU LOOK THE OTHER WAY. This isn't your problem really, so without saying a word, you head for the other direction. The Terrans weren't asking for help anyway, so maybe they could handle it. Best hope nothing will let you regret your decision.

Choose wisely. You'll feel the effects of your choices sooner than you think. Regardless of what you decide though, the Hypatia Rescue Fleet 409 will locate you a few Terran hours later. They'll tell you they have no idea how you ended up in Koriba, that's never really happened before, but they're glad they managed to find you before anything major happened.




THE NIGHT OF.

It's a lot to take in. You're on an alien moon, looking out to a planet that looks a lot like Earth but isn't. You can see the storms swirling around, the deep blue of its own seas, as you listen to the crash and pull of the waves not far from where you stand. The stars are different here too - there are no constellations that you recognize immediately.

Some of the older locals are lingering outdoors with you, and they nod at you as you make your way around the cottages. Are you headed to the beach? You might find a few couples having a moment there. Are you headed back into the cottages? If you peer into some of the windows, you'll find entire families sitting together, or parents tucking their children to bed.

If you're headed into the woodsy areas that extend away from the beach, you might hear a rustling sound or two - from something too large to be another person.

Careful where you walk tonight. There's a reason for lights out being a thing.




WELCOME TO THE 409.

It's the morning after your quick orientation into the Alexandrina settlement, and everything looks dewy and homey — until you start hearing loud splashes, followed by shots firing off nearby. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's a bunch of eldritch horrors falling from the rift abovehead. They stand at roughly ten meters tall each, lumbering out from the water with angry screeching and flailing limbs. They're already kicking up a mess at the shorelines, and upending some of the makeshift outposts lining the beach.

The locals are shooting at them to keep them away from the settlement borders. Most of them are adults, but some of the shooters are as young as fifteen or sixteen, and clearly used to the kickback of the firearms they're carrying. One of these shooters pushes you forward, tells you to get moving. Another hands you keys to a vehicle and points you in the direction of the fleet — every able adult needs to help in manning the patrol lines, they say. The keys fit into a hoverbike, which in turn is armed with blast guns up front.

"Get up in the air and help the guys out," the stranger urges you. "We don't have as many men as we used, to. Get going, get going!"

...Maybe those bikes come with a how-to manual? On the bright side, at least you're not alone in trying to figure these bikes out.




NOTHING WASTED, NOTHING THROWN.

The beach is saved! You're drenched in monster blood, there's sand in places you didn't realize you even had, and your bike is in some form of damage after those first few crucial minutes of getting the hang of riding them.

Now comes the cleanup, and your character is armed with large chainsaws and buckets. The creatures need to be chopped down to smaller sizes before they can be properly incinerated, and everyone's kindly asked to suit up and get to chopping!

There are small stalls and tents lined up along the beach for various purposes to help with the process. There are refreshment tents for when the sun heat gets to be too much; there are portable incinerator ovens, which burn the creatures' parts down into fertilizer (no point letting it go to waste, hey!), there are shower tents for when you're done with the hacking and sawing, and at the far end of the beach, away from the gore and the carnage, is a beach barbeque bonanza.

From the way people act, this is a normal day in the 409.

So why not grab a saw, chop up some monster flesh, and have yourself a nice beef-flavored something? You've earned it today.




HYPENET.

C̪͇̜̞͇̲a̮̠̝͍̩̦n̪̣ a̦͖n̕y̯̪̪o̟̭͞n҉̩e͢ ̱̜̠͎̖̤h̘̝͔͓̳̪̠e̻̲̦̯ͅa̵r͈̜͙̣̜ ̧m̩͇ḙ͓͡?̩͈̲ͅͅ

H̷͖͇͈̮e̲͖❚❚͓͈̥̤̺͔ͅ—͍ N͎̦̫̯͔̯o͖̖͎̠̣̮ ̹̝o̬̦̠̫̮ͅ❚̱͈̺̝̥͞❚͏ ̳❚͉͎͜ş ̨͚̲͓͚̣̫s̙̥❚̮͚̻͠f̟̪̲̳̕e̥̞̲̝̝͟—͈̖


Whoa. What was that?

This is the first thing you hear as soon as you try connecting to the network. Something tells you this isn't something that happens often, but asking anyone who knows more about this place than you do isn't netting you any answers. The more people start looking at you like you're crazy, the more you're tempted to brush it off...

Connecting to the network again will trigger its original default message:

Welcome to HypeNet, DefaultUsername[xxxx]! You are now accessing the Hypatia Mass Network. You may input your personalized username and start chatting now!

Time to get some answers. Maybe someone else must have heard it too, right?



OOC NOTES.

Welcome to the first TDM of HYPERJUMP! We're trying something different with the Koriba prompt, so please bear with us. Cast your vote here! Both options have their own sets of consequences that will affect the first intro log of the game, so choose your actions carefully!

Additionally, the interactions in this test drive can be game canon if the parties involved agree to it. Everyone is also encouraged to use test drive threads for samples in your application. We are super excited to have you here, and we hope you like what you see. ♥


knight_of_treachery: (Bring it bitch)

Option A

[personal profile] knight_of_treachery 2018-08-02 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
[She is still a Knight of the Round Table despite everything she is.]
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[personal profile] collaborates 2018-08-02 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
( if connor doesn't investigate, then what else is he going to do? he may not be stressed at the idea of other things, but it's still a very foreign concept. at least this way he can work on something that will help others. hopefully.)

London, England? I have heard that it's a nice place over there. It's far away from the north east of America where Detroit is.

( vanessa is welcome to stare as much as she wants. connor is too busy staring at the stars again, trying to see if he can at least begin separating them into stars and planetary bodies. )

Did you wake up on the beach here too?
possidetur: (ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ)

[personal profile] possidetur 2018-08-02 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

( vanessa hadn't asked anything of anyone, only so far having answered the questions that others had posed to her. she hadn't wanted to think or even accept this as reality. she still didn't but now that her senses were dying down somewhat, the world around her not feeling quite as terrifying, what she should do was ticking in her head a little more even if all that meant for the moment was a meaningless conversation )

It is nice. ( the words come after a pause where it almost may have seemed that vanessa was going to say no more. her eyes close momentarily, trying to focus on the thought of london. she'd been in the streets just before waking on the beach, surrounded by the crowd but nothing had been out of the ordinary. though, at that moment in time, she isn't certain that she would have been able to pick anything out ) Though London can feel rather crowded.
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[personal profile] cellout 2018-08-02 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
So you'd keep trying even if it was completely hopeless?

[He'd make a remark about it, probably derisory like the smug prick he is, but...

Well, literally every person he met on Earth was like that. Even the completely normal citizens he'd killed who never stood a chance of escape. It isn't that strange to him.
]

That kind of determination could see you home in the end. Or it might just drive you insane.
cellout: (pic#12469710)

[personal profile] cellout 2018-08-02 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Why, don't be silly. Fortune favours the bold, doesn't it?

[It's much harder for him to balance caution vs arrogance considering...well, everything about him. Literally everything.

But the former was something he used to exercise a lot. He may very well relearn it eventually.
]

Go on. Loosen that restraint a little; I'm right behind you.
cellout: (pic#12469746)

arrival;

[personal profile] cellout 2018-08-02 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I died.

[Just putting it all out there. He doesn't really have any reason to hide the fact, just the consequences behind it.]

What's it to you?
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[personal profile] collaborates 2018-08-02 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Is everyone speaking the same language or is it just everyone can speak what they want?
knight_of_treachery: (up2nogud)

Mordred | Fate Apocrypha |

[personal profile] knight_of_treachery 2018-08-02 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Not in Kansas anymore [Afor Arthur]

[If you're one of the unlucky people who managed to end up in this ridiculously large urban sci-fi city, then you're luck isn't going to get any better as you come across a small armed knight covered head to toe in heavy armor. The knight walks around muttering somethings to himself about summoning, masters, a grail, or clicking his tongue in disgust about power, or vocalising his awe of the towering structures around him. The knight seemed set on exploring until the sounds of trouble nearby catches his fancy. He passes you without so much as a glance and watches the humans being harrassed, stopping at the edge of the group and tapping his sword on shoulder.

He watches quietly, looking around for anyone who might step up because frankly this isn't a problem the knight should get involved with. Especially not with the weird looking creatures all around them. Or maybe it should be, cause no one else is certainly giving a damn! He clicks his tongue one more time before forcing his way through the crowd and standing before the Terrans and planting his sword in the ground......then sucker punching the closesest Caia Maxus in the gut followed by an uppercut.]


Woah! How lame. I'm so weak now.

[He balls his hands into fists and punches the air for a bit as the hostile group starts to surround him.]

Well! Maybe all I need is a workout. So c'mon you freaky alien things! Come get some!

[This could get messy.]

Welcome to the 409

[After that little scrap in the city and being dragged off, she decided that this lull was the perfect time to try and analyze things. Thankfully Mordred was still a servant as far as she could tell, albeit weaker than a servant should be. It's weird that she doesn't have a Master but being summoned and not having to fight in a Grail War was a small price to pay for freedom, even if she is on some alien planet place. She spent the night figuring out what she can and can't do and much to her horror, she found that she can't easily summon her armor. Worst part? She banished it and left her in her old casual clothes and suddenly tired. She was a bit irritated but at least her sword was still there so it's not such a big deal.

She spent the night resting and was almost enjoying the peace until people started making a ruckus, firing guns and - wait was that a roar? She rushed outside to see the attack, her eyes locked on the monsters even as she gets pushed and shuffled over to a bike-like-jet-thing. Most people would run in horror, cover their ears and look down and pretend it's all a dream-]


AWESOME!!

[-but not Mordred. Her eyes twinkle with childlike glee before turning to you and tossing the keys she was given.]

Hey! Hey! C'mon hurry up! [She says tapping the bike.] Get this thing moving already! I wanna fight that big ugly bastard!

Nothing wasted, nothing thrown

Hahahaha! That was fun! Nothing like a good monster hunting!

[You can hear her bellow as she rolls her shoulder a top her kill(Well, hers and several others but, meh). She's blooming from the fight, color in her cheeks and blood on her.....everything. She yanks her sword out of the carcass and hops down-]

Hey, hey! What now, huh? Are there anymore of these things?

[-and starts terrorizing the village harassing people for more monsters to fight. Then she sees everyone start hacking the corpeses apart.]

What the heck? [She says as she questions the rather methodical way the people are chopping the bodies up, clearly not seeing the barbeque stuff being taken out as well.]

Wildcard!

[PM me to plot it out or go right ahead and bother Mo-san!]
onerous: (They all fade away)

[personal profile] onerous 2018-08-02 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
['Quirk' is a new one, and Yuri's brows furrow slightly, even if she's able to get the gist of what he means.] That sounds-- [And then she hesitates, because she feels like she's probably one of the last people to be calling it this, so she finishes rather lamely:] Impossible.

[She eyes him curiously. He doesn't seem young enough to still blindly believe in super powers (haha...ha.....), but he clearly indicated that with what he said, right? Then again, she supposes she wouldn't be able to think much else beyond an answer of 'magic?' or something considering crossing the shrine often led to an entirely different world too.

Yuri didn't expect she'd ever want to be facing a terrifying ghost lady instead of this, but at least she'd been prepared for that. She looks around a little, frowning at the rustling that seems to be getting closer in the darkness.
]

...So if we find whoever's responsible, maybe we can get home. Assuming they're even here too to begin with. [She rests her hands on her hips a moment and takes a breath, resigning herself to the fact she might have to work together with someone else on this.]

Alright. My name is Kozukata Yuri. I hope we can get along well and figure this out.

[Seriously though that rustling noise is getting annoying what the hell]
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Misfire | Transformers IDW

[personal profile] debonairsharpshooter 2018-08-02 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
arrival.

Misfire was miserable. He was wet. And there was sand in ALL of his joints and seams. And there was seaweed stuck to his wings, and it's too long and tiny and stringy for his giant hands to grab hold of them. Not to mention dents in places he's never gotten dents in before. And he was wet. He was a fighter jet not a submarine.

So there he was. Thirty foot tall robot just sprawled face down across a good chunk of the beach. Being in the way.

It's not like he was just being a useless waste of space or anything though! he was doing something. Running an internal system analysis. Internal weapons systems were down. Holographic projector not responding. His T-Cog was malfunctioning so no transforming into a fighter jet for him right now. Even his thrusters were offline so no flying. At all. What the heck.

But hey. At least his internal heating and cooling systems still seemed functional! That was... something.

409.

You know what? It would have been nice if those guys had a hover bike big enough for him. Man Misfire missed flying... Up in the sky where you didn't have a care in the world and all your troubles just melted away. Well not really. Your troubles were still there you just forgot about them for a while. And then when you landed your commanding officer would probably yell for shirking patrol duty again and hey it wasn't your fault you forgot...

Forgot... what was he forgetting right now?

Or right. The monsters. Even after being alive for a few million years Misfire just couldn't kick that getting distracted by his own thought process thing.

He may have been too big for a bike and the weapons they head would have been laughably tiny in his hands.... actually that would make a hilarious selfie maybe he could borrow one and-FOCUS. Focus. Monsters.

Anyways he didn't have any weapons. But he WAS heavy! And almost as tall as the monsters. So he decided the best course of action for him would be to throw his weight around. By flinging himself onto the back of one of the creature.

"C'mon nerd calm down! Why are you losers in such a tizzy anyways?" no he could not stop running his mouth even while clinging to the back of a flailing monster, "Like I'm sure we could work something out here. You guys kinda remind me of Dire Wraiths? You related to them? My buddy's actually in an online relationship with a Dire Wraith. His name is... well I don't know how to pronounce it but his screen name is 'Cons4Ever' you know him? Nice guy. Real religious..."

He's not doing and especially large amount of damage but the grappling is definitely slowing that one creature down presenting an easier target.

hypenet.

[ So from his observations Misfire figures most of the people around here are squishy organics. Humans in particular. So what does he type to connect to a human audience?

...Oh wait! There is that ]


xXkremzeekxdestroyerXx: c===3

[ From his limited understanding of organics this series of symbols is considered comedy gold among humanity. ]
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[personal profile] badassassin 2018-08-02 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
If you think it's smart to go poking around like that. Humans seem to be second-class citizens. [As she assumes whoever she's communicating with is a human.]
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[personal profile] 283 2018-08-02 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I mean, it's not an empty void? So, yeah. I agree.

Not that I think we're dead, though. Why would we be dead?

II

[personal profile] gotthis 2018-08-02 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If he had been given some time to poke around the bike, maybe scan it so he knew what everything did, he would have been fine. He probably wouldn't have been an ace hoverbiker or anything, but stopping and going wouldn't have been an issue. The problem is that he had been thrown on this thing and told to drive towards the nightmare demons without so much as time to think.

And so, here he is. stalled out in the worst possible location while wanting nothing more than to move away from the things trying to kill them all. ]


Hey, I'm--I'm trying, okay? I've never used one of these things before!
possidetur: (ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ)

[personal profile] possidetur 2018-08-02 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
( it's a strange sight though vanessa barely has time to register all of it never mind form any conclusion on it. she's getting used to strange but how this fits in--

the person continues talking and vanessa feels a little prodded by the comment )


And what do we fight?

( what, not who, because vanessa knows of creatures and these things certainly don't seem human )
spunup: (JK_230)

takeshi kovacs | altered carbon

[personal profile] spunup 2018-08-02 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
NOT IN KANSAS (OPTION A)

[not again is the groaned phrase that slips past kovacs lips as he comes too in another city that he doesn't recognize. the last was bay city, when he'd been resleeved after his stack had been in storage for two-hundred some odd years. this time isn't quite as dramatic — not the disorienting feeling of being placed in a new sleeve, of literally feeling uncomfortable in one's own skin for a hot minute — but he's getting damn tired of waking up in places that he's not familiar with and feeling the sensation like he's been run through the ringer.

this time he wasn't shot, at least he doesn't think so at any rate, which makes it a little more palatable that he's waking up face first in the kind of street grime that comes with densely populated urban areas. it makes him long for the woods on harlan's world. there's not time to dwell on past memories, though. not when he's still got his bearings (and intel) to gather.

the highrises stretch further than his eyes can see, obscuring most of the light coming from above, but that doesn't mean there's not the glow of lights from within the buidings, signs, and lamposts.

as he gathers his bearings and shakes the sluggishness from his limbs, takeshi takes everything in. from the sounds of vehicles passing by, to people's daily grumblings, to the smells of this strange place. total absorb, as he'd explained it to another person not so long ago, allowing him to carefully piece things together so he'd know how to proceed. it's this envoy intuition that leads him to head toward the faint sounds of a scuffle until he's come face to face with a mob of people trying to harass another set of people.

it's not his place, he's still working his way through understanding where he is, but if there's one thing he's not fond of, it's people who harass those who can't hold their own. whoever these people are, he doesn't much like them.

could he go in punch things first and ask questions later? of course. but he could also try the diplomatic approach, which with any luck will net him a few trusted allies in this brave new world.

the caia maxus don't seem to be letting it drop, though which leaves him with no other option but than to stand and fight. good thing elias ryker's sleeve is more than equipped to handle a few punches.]


Why don't you quit picking on people who can't defend themselves? Better yet, why don't I just make you.

HYPENET

[this cuff and the network it connects to isn't quite like an oni but it'll do. if only it weren't seemingly booting up with a glitch. he almost considers figuring out a way to rip the thing out before trying again.]

envoy: this feels like a serious downgrade from what i've gotten used to, but whatever. where's a guy gotta go to grab a decent bowl of food that isn't just tasteless flavorless nutrition packs?

WILDCARD

[hmu via pm. he's good with a gun and will be happy to f things up monsterwise too.]
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[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2018-08-02 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If you want to get technical, Angel isn't a human...though her powers seem to have waned since she woke up in this place she can at least still feel the hum of power every time she touches technology, a connection begging to be there but blocked. Maybe- hopefully with time she would be able to merge with code as easy as breathing, but for now... ]

All the more reason to take chances, there seems little to lose in this place. Even without my usual overrides in the system, I can likely go undetected. I wouldn't count it as luck, but if Hyperion's technology has made it to this galaxy that would make things even easier. Their reach was far, after all.
girlcorrupted: (pic#12402784)

[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2018-08-02 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well. That certainly puts a wrench in the "this probably isn't the afterlife" theory, though somehow being teleported to another galaxy via ancient alien technology that she had an intrinsic link too still seems less farfetched. It's just so...unexpected. The afterlife was supposed to be all white rooms and tranquility if you were good, and endless torture if you were bad, right? And Angel had not been good. But maybe with her history whoever was in charge of where you went couldn't fathom worse torture than her father, so they dropped her off here. ]

Sorry, I didn't mean to offend...I'm just trying to make sense of our situation. Um, collect data, if you will. Do you remember anything else?
potential: eenocs @ twitter (3)

[personal profile] potential 2018-08-02 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I wasn't sure how it worked.

[ or if it worked. ]

Is that your name? Lawbringer?
potential: shinyno @ tumblr (7)

[personal profile] potential 2018-08-02 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think so. I wanted to see if it would work.
fullylicensed: (26)

hello best friend

[personal profile] fullylicensed 2018-08-02 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[First of all: !!!!

Second: worry not, Poe is here to help. Also, Poe is here, somehow.]


theraven: The beach is currently host to a wide variety of beef-adjacent foodstuffs and other refreshments. While not, one would hope, the finest dining this settlement has to offer, it is better than nutrition packs.

[Which is the helpful part, sort of, and then the Poe(tm) part:]

Would you like me to accompany you? I would be happy to.
icanseethebottom: (amused loneliness)

Logan Delos | Westworld

[personal profile] icanseethebottom 2018-08-02 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
THE NIGHT OF.

[He's half convinced he's hallucinating this, all of this. Foreign constellations in a black sky that... well, skies at night all look the same more or less. Perhaps this is the park, some kind of soft opening, something new that's sprung from Ford's genius mind. Another part of his mind is providing helpful information such as 'if we're hallucinating, why's there no drink or food?'. It's got a point there.

Logan stands on the beach, empty hands hanging limply by his side, while he silently debates the how and why and where with himself.

In the end, there's only one explanation: he's dead and this is the afterlife.]


Oh for fuck's sake.

[Best make himself comfortable on the damp sand and wait out eternity, then, eh?]


HYPENET.
delos: hey god? i want my money back.
tamethatfire: (Now you die.)

Elektra Natchios | Netflix Marvel

[personal profile] tamethatfire 2018-08-02 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE.

[The building was collapsing on top of them, debris, dust, dirt - soon they'd be swallowed up in it, buried underground, finding peace together in their last embrace, their last kiss. Finally.

But would she really let him die? Would she? Of course not. The last thing she remembered was hauling her puppy to the surface with her, leaving him with the nuns, in the hands of the god he was so fond of. They offered her sanctuary but Elektra declined. Someone like her had no business being under that roof and would be smote instantly if Matthew was right about his metaphorical father.

The next time she opens her eyes, she's... not in New York anymore. Pushing herself to her feet, Elektra feels every single bruise and sprain, instantly regretting not having just killed everyone when she had the chance. First things first, though. Finding shelter, some kind of place to clean up and map her place in this strange city, getting some food, some sleep. That was on her mind when she absent-mindedly shoved the obstacle blocking her path to the side, only to find herself stopped by another one.]


What? [People. Staring. She hates that.] Let go or lose the arm.


HYPENET.
SAI: Where's the fun in 'safe'?
What's a girl to do to get some decent greasy food?

I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED MY TAG AUGH

[personal profile] mashhit 2018-08-02 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
(OOC: C/PING THE TAG I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED HAHAHA)

You're just not being creative.

[A chitin-like darkness crawled up along the body of the monstrosity that Cell had tested his blast against. The source, Estarossa, stood with his hands at his side, a sliver of darkness connecting his index finger and the rolling, writhing shadow that engulfed the upper half of the creature's head. Closing his fingers, Estarossa offered something of a kind smile to the beast as it began to struggle, trying to pry the darkness off. Despite the fact that its appendages came away, ripping bits of darkness away--it kept bleeding over its orifice, effectively suffocating it.]

It's annoying how much effort I have to put into this but it's still pretty fun.

[Regarding Cell, Estarossa appeared to have no qualms with his appearance or presence--]

Don't you think it's more fun to use an approach like this?

-

Oh, an experiment? [Come to think of it, the striking green creature that Estarossa spied on did have good posture and a confident, intelligent-sounding tone. It definitely reminded him of magicians who doubled as scientists. A stupid grin touched his cheeks when Cell's tone seemed to indicate irritation.]

I'm not much of a scientist. I think I'd make more of an artist. [He flexed his palm, shadows whirring on his palm rapidly in the shape of a buzzsaw.]

Buuuut, I share that sentiment! It's a huge pain in the ass how much of my power I've lost.
girlcorrupted: (Default)

Hypernet

[personal profile] girlcorrupted 2018-08-02 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
4N631: Intergalactic travel is commonplace where I am from, depending on your finances. Are you in need of assistance?
Edited 2018-08-02 21:44 (UTC)

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