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terriblepurpose) wrote in deercountry2022-02-03 11:32 pm
Entry tags:
- anna amarande: celene,
- asami sato: adri,
- chara: kai,
- ezra bridger: lis,
- faith lehane: kai,
- fern: pan,
- hunk garrett: lexie,
- illarion albireo: lark,
- izuku "deku" midoriya: tea,
- kainé: ava,
- kaworu nagisa: ru,
- keith: sailor g,
- l lawliet: lexil,
- lance: charley,
- palamedes sextus: laura,
- paul atreides: beth,
- the emperor: rona,
- yuri lowell: mads
Fated Leviathan Base Camp - Player Plot
Who: Open to all
What: Fated Leviathan Player Plot
When: Early to late February
Where: The Farther Shores
Content Warnings: Body horror, thalassophobia, violence, death, prophecy, not safe for work text
[Welcome to the base camp log post for the Fated Leviathan player plot. This is intended as a general mingling and sandbox post open to all who are interested, whether you've commented on the initial planning post or not!
For the in character group chat on DeerNet, please head right this way.
For the OOC battle finale planning post, go yonder.
Please use as much of the general information below (as well as any other setting details or any prompts from February's event) as you'd like to create your own toplevels, as well as adding to that information with things your characters might bring or set up. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me, Beth, via![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
terriblepurpose or by DMing this journal!]
What: Fated Leviathan Player Plot
When: Early to late February
Where: The Farther Shores
Content Warnings: Body horror, thalassophobia, violence, death, prophecy, not safe for work text
[Welcome to the base camp log post for the Fated Leviathan player plot. This is intended as a general mingling and sandbox post open to all who are interested, whether you've commented on the initial planning post or not!
For the in character group chat on DeerNet, please head right this way.
For the OOC battle finale planning post, go yonder.
Please use as much of the general information below (as well as any other setting details or any prompts from February's event) as you'd like to create your own toplevels, as well as adding to that information with things your characters might bring or set up. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me, Beth, via
Base Camp Setting Information
The city of Trench is distant on the horizon, the Boardwalk and its amenities out of sight, the camp a true outpost. Incense is kept burning at the boundaries of the camp at all times to ward off beasts, with wooden watchtowers erected at key points to scout for trouble from both land and sea.]
Training Grounds
teams & training
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Training
Jedi 101 and maybe a spar?
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Central Strategy
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Medical
Engineering and Mechayard
For Illarion
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OPERATION JAEGER
DARKBLOOD ENGINEERS
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Oracular Spectacular
Meditation station?
The Day Before Landfall
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Talking to the Ocean
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Personal Tents
(Proximity to the latrines may also be a factor worth considering.)]
Around Camp
Motivational Board
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Movie Night
Rocky 3
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The Grove (confess feelings within)
The Grove | Early Morning of Landfall
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The Grove | The night before landfall
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The Background Hum
Ruby Rose | RWBY
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Illarion Albireo | OC
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The Emperor | The Locked Tomb
Yuri Lowell | Tales of Vesperia
kaworu nagisa | evangelion
Flynn Scifo // Tales of Vesperia
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Kainé | Nier: Replicant 1.22
Lance | Voltron
Kaworu Nagisa | Evangelion | OTA
ii. at the shore
iii. At the mess hall
iv. wildcard
ii. at the shore
Therefore, the fact that Paul waits several minutes hunkered over Kaworu watching his closed eyes with avid interest for signs of motion should be taken as a reflection of his growing feelings of fondness for the younger (or much, much older) boy. He did check him for signs of hypothermia first, too.]
Kaworu. [Paul leans closer, finally, and reaches out to give his shoulder a little shake.] Kaworu?
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i!
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ii, finally following up on that agreement to thread
yessss
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iii, HELLO SON BOY
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darkblood training
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Flynn Scifo | Tales of Vesperia | OTA!
1. training grounds
[ Flynn can be found at the training grounds... almost any time, really. He looks increasingly harried and stressed as the month goes on, but even though he looks tired, he's always happy at the training grounds.
Maybe you're here for some extra training or a one-on-one fight with him, maybe at his request and maybe at your own. He'll also come up to you after your own bout of training with a friendly smile and his sword in hand with some tips about your form, or perhaps a compliment.
Late at night, or early in the morning, when the training grounds are empty, you'll see something very different: Flynn in his full armor, sword out, absolutely destroying the training dummies he worked so hard to procure. This is Flynn at his peak, a solid blur of constant motion, a trained knight at the best of his strength, although... occasionally he falters. Magic doesn't flare at the end of a move where it should; some of his combos look incomplete. He is a wild thing, determined to get himself back up to where he should be before this thing hits. ]
2. strategy
[ If Flynn's not in the training grounds or making camp rounds, he's probably in the strategy tent pouring over books about large monsters and making battle plans. The whole area is ridiculously neat as long as he's in there, but he'll look up as soon as anyone enters, his eyes narrowed. After a moment, he schools his expression into something more neutral and less stressed. ]
Do you have a moment? I'd like to run you through this idea.
3. seertown // mid-month
[ Dawn has just broken. The sun stretches pink-red fingers across the water, lighting up its surface, and Flynn's breath steams into the air as he walks over half-frozen sand. He's not in his full armor for once: instead he's wrapped in a blanket, much more casual than he would usually look in public.
He walks like a man on a mission into the section of camp where most of the other palebloods are hanging out.
This is because he is on a mission. As soon as he sees anyone he knows has any kind of foresight, he calls out, his face drawn and tense. ]
Excuse me.
[ It is the most stressed two polite words have ever sounded. ]
4. wildcard!
[ Flynn's everywhere this month! Find him in the mess hall, happy to chat with literally anyone who sits by him thanks to Paleblood Friendship Month. Catch him doing his own little personal training and stretching down by the waves. He even lingers by the mechyard sometimes, looking in on their progress with a vague sense of wonder.
He can also often be found by the sea, looking out at the waves with Daisy, his large horse Omen, standing quietly by his side. ]
3. seertown
Paul, meanwhile, knows Flynn well enough by now to snap to immediate attention at those polite words. He breaks away from his meandering path and approaches him, mild alarm already in his eyes.]
Commander Scifo. [They are out in public, but when he gets closer, he adds quietly:] Flynn. What's going on?
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1. Early when Flynn is training alone
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1. you know what this is
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Paul Atreides | Dune | OTA
[Paul makes an effort to divide his time more or less equally between all parts of the camp where he's making himself useful, but if he accounts for his hours (and he does, because if there's anything he's sensitive to now, it's the passing of time) he has to concede that the divination tents are his most frequented part of the camp by a small margin.
It isn't that he's dreaming there. He keeps his visions between him and his partner in the work, his mind too dangerous a trap for anyone but him to venture into. What Paul occupies himself with among his fellow seers is support.
Paul shows up every day at regular intervals with hot tea, simple food, a bag of remedies and supplies, and a watchful eye. He looks for anyone who seems worn out, unfocused, or particularly disturbed and approaches them with an expression of solicitous concern.]
How are you?
2. strategy
[Discovering so many experts in the art of warring with monsters was a relief that Paul still hasn't gotten over, and won't, even up to the end. There are times he can be found simply looking at this map or that tactical plan pinned to a board with a half-smile like someone rereading a letter of pardon. He doesn't linger too long, but he always seems lighter after he does.
Logistics are what he gravitates to more than anything else, the necessities of supplies and coordination. The business of running an encampment is an involved one, and Paul finds himself thriving on it. It's one of the daily reports related to that work that he's engrossed in when he misses the last thing the person next to him said, lifting his eyes from the page in mild surprise followed by an apologetic shake of his head.]
I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that.
3. training grounds
[The sparring circle is a place Paul careens through at seemingly random intervals when his shoulders are too tightly set. He steps onto the field and doesn't step off of it until he settles back into his skin, his hair a sweat-dampened tangle around his face.
Early in the month, his form with his paired long and short swords is slightly stiff, his tendency to put his weight back in his heels not quite synced to the staccato slash and stab style that goes with them. By the end of the month, it's like he was born with them in his hands.
He doesn't speak when he fights, but during breaks between challengers he can be found sitting cross-legged on the hard-packed earth, watching others train with an avid interest. Anyone who approaches him will get a slight smile in greeting (unless they've done something to merit otherwise) and a nod.]
Are you looking for a match, or do you have a question for me?
4. paul's tent
[The Atreides tent is tucked down a side spur of other tents, a modestly sized four sided tent built around wooden poles with a central pillar and structured pointed roof with a flap that can be opened to allow in moonlight. Its only marking as his is a simple painted hawk insignia about the size of a hand on its front.
Those looking for a private audience with Paul can occasionally find him here. The interior of the tent is as plain as its exterior, furnished with a small cot, a simple table surrounded by four chairs, a lunar orb lamp and heater, and a few chests of various supplies both mundane and arcane. (Combined in ways that might strike other people as odd: in one chest, a stack of bones nestles next to vials of squid goo underneath an extra blanket and a first aid kit.) A folded paper dragonfly-like figure hangs suspended from the ceiling, a statuette of a bull and matador rest on the highest chest near his cot, and there is nothing else to make it stand out in any way.
If a visitor is expected, there will be hot water ready to prepare tea or coffee. All guests (anticipated or not) will be met at the front entrance when they stop there if Paul is in, whether they announce themselves or not, where they will be greeted with a simple:]
Hello.
5. request starter
[Please contact me at
howdy it's tent time
Hi. No one is currently dead. So far, so good. He's taking a break from customizing some blood wards, so kindly ignore any and all smudges that may be variously on his face and glasses.]
There you are. I have— sandwiches? [He is indeed carrying a napkin folded around some food, which he looks down at for a second like he's not sure anymore if they really are sandwiches. (They are.)
(He's tired.)]
How's it going?
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4 (+ event prompts)
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L Lawliet (Lazarus Sauveterre) | Death Note | OTA
In any case, sighting him outside of Central Strategy is a rare and auspicious event. Enjoy it while it lasts, he'll crawl back into that tent to be generally intense and exasperating again very soon.]
1. Mess Hall
[L's in here for two reasons. The first is that he's nearly starved, and the second is that he's chilled after his briskly refreshing (and desperately needed) camp shower. An additional strongly worded request had led to him giving his two sets of shabby clothes a brisk rinse, but the disadvantage of this is that he doesn't have another set. So he's belted a blanket around himself like a toga and thrown his peacoat over it, and has laid out, in various neutral shades, his soaking wet waistcoat, blazer, two pairs of trousers, and two button-up shirts near a wood-burning stove.
It'll take forever for the cotton and wool items to dry. He wanders toward the food, because he might as well kill time that way, and finds hearty and plentiful options.
Unfortunately, none of them appeal to his childish and picky palate. He doesn't eat meat or potatoes, or most vegetables, and fresh fruit is hard to come by in Trench in the dead of winter. He settles on some bread and cheese, and a spoonful of beans, all of which he stares at with such morose distaste that you'd be forgiven for thinking someone had died.
He sits to eat, pulling his blanket toga more closely around himself, and at first it looks like he's dousing his beans in salt. Spoonfuls and spoonfuls, and then you realize: it's sugar. He's taken the sugar bowl from the coffee and tea station and he is heaping it onto his beans.]
2. At the Shore
[L's wearing himself out enough in Central Strategy that he doubts he could even play a relaxed game of tennis with a certain cheerful Olympian. Therefore, he's generally staying away from the training grounds, but his aching and cramping legs welcome the stretch of a walk around the area, especially close to the water, where Lycka rolls and rushes and chases fish through the choppy dark waves.
Sometimes, he takes steps toward the water, close enough for the waves lapping at the thick-soled boots that look too heavy for his slender frame. When he does, Lycka beaches herself to nip and nudge at his knees, pushing him back insistently.
L knows, bone-deep, that as much as he'd like to lend his strength to the efforts of those actually intent on fighting the thing when it arrives, Lycka's right. He must stay away from the water; his involvement in that leg of the endeavor, beyond where he currently is, would be hazardous and wasteful at best.
A crystalline glow catches his eye in the dim light.]
Jellyfish...!
[He runs for the it before the waves lap it away, Lycka nearly bowling him over in her efforts to keep him from touching it.]
Relax... I know...
[Gingerly, he uses a pair of sticks to lift it from all danger of being lost. Its salvation is almost certainly a future involving dissection and venom extraction.]
3. Medical Tent
[L arrives somewhat sheepishly, holding a cloth against the caterpillar-shaped welts on his wrist.]
I need some vinegar and something for pain... I got stung by a jellyfish.
[A pause.]
Paul doesn't need to know.
4. Wildcard
[Down for anything!]
mess hall!!!!
he should give him his last extra deodorant. maybe he’s a sweater and surely hasn’t forgotten to shower. right? of course— but building war plans should definitely make someone’s stomach completely rebellious to focus, so shōyō knows just the thing to bring him! a balanced boxed food of a . . . baked root? he thinks? toasted bread and fish fillets, all coated with vinegar and some sort of gooey honey substitute. it’s sweet. it should do for his tastes.
(has he been a little more, hm— caretaking lately? he’s certainly tried to take the reins for others and deeming his way may be the best way, but, comes and goes!)
shōyō bounds for a particular character seen from far away just by the slouch and disheveled hair, but the closer he came with excitement, the more he realizes to tone it down. no sudden movements. he doesn’t want to disturb him during this never before seen phenomenon: a man putting spoonfuls of either salt, sugar, or protein mix into a serving of beans. ah— no, it’s sugar. shōyō brings his steps soundly to lazarus’ side eventually, gets down to the level he’s sitting on and just . . . watches.
amazing. ]
Like a Panda . . .
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Izuku "Deku" Midoriya | My Hero Academia | OTA
Midoriya is gathering rocks into a pile. They range in size from skipping stones to softballs. His Omen is, unusually, staying in corporeal form and taking an active role for extended periods of time. The hawk-sized Eastern phoenix, half shrouded in black Omen-mist, has doubled in size and is helping Midoriya collect rocks.
He's in his hero costume for this exercise: dark green jumpsuit, white gloves with mechanical parts, black armor on his red sneakers. A hard lower-face mask hangs idly around his neck. He has a blindfold, currently pushed up onto his sweating forehead.
His assumption is that everyone in the training area is here to train, so he looks up with a confident smile and asks without preamble,
"How fast can you move, and how hard can you throw?"
Strategy (MHA spoilers)
Midoriya, in costume as Deku, strides purposefully into Central Strategy (with a polite "Excuse me" as he opens the tent flap) when there isn't a meeting in progress. He digs a notebook out of his backpack. He intends to donate this copy of information curated from nearly a full year of serious, accelerated study (and around a decade of fanboy observation of Pro Heroes). In his writing on the front is:
Rescue, Combat, and Evacuation: Selected Strategies and Best Practices
Focus: Giant Enemies
Before February, Midoriya wouldn't be here except to attend meetings meant to instruct him. Since emerging from a slime cocoon (long story), he has a few more months' lived experience attending both hero training at school and his work-study back home. His notes are well-organized and, unlike when he speaks, concise.
He also carries a separate piece of paper titled Deku that looks like a resume, except along with "team player" and "constructive," there are things like "super strength" and "special moves."
Medical (MHA spoilers. CW: likely scars, and mention of: broken arms and fingers, slice and stab wounds)
No, he doesn't know anything beyond rescue first aid and triage theory. He's a potential combatant doing his due diligence. In his scarred hand he holds a piece of paper with his handwriting on it. There's also a crude drawing of a skeleton with arm joints circled as a visual aid.
He's not in his hero costume at the moment. Instead, he's wearing a boring faded blue hoodie jacket and red sneakers, looking like just an ordinary young civilian.
"Excuse me, where do I put my medical history?"
Downtime, Barracks, and/or Mess Hall
The commute from Crenshaw is short for someone who can dash with super strength, but occasionally he sleeps over in whatever communal space he can borrow. He tends to stay up very late if he gets engrossed in training, studying, or even a midnight jog to clear the mind. Perhaps someone will join him.
Then he collapses onto his sleeping pallet and wakes up with a magnificent bedhead.
"Good morning," he says, stifling a yawn as he wanders outside. "Breakfast?"
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medical!
[ small falco is helping with simple, auxiliary tasks around the medical tents. organizing supplies, files, holding trays, preparing tools, making sure they’re clean and stocking up on gauze, bandages and cotton. he has the hands and nimble fingers to take over stitching so that the more experienced can save time— but for the time being and luckily, there are no wounded to tend to.
the young boy was just gathering more supplies for one of the emptier outer tents when izuku flags him down. attentive, he listens and leans his head to give the papers a better look. his bet would be to add it on the same page, but . . . he’s not in charge of that. ]
I’ll ask one of the adults, just to be sure!
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gideon nav | the locked tomb | ota
ii. rise and grind
iii. the grind doesn't stop cw: self-harm
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Fashion
But then she let's out a little gasp and her normal and mechanical eye both light up with excitement.]
How did you know?
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Zhongli | Genshin Impact
[ Though his arrival is silent he's no less imposing as he wanders the camp. His amber eyes take in the various tents, weapons, and provisions around it and a sense of nostalgia overtake him for just a moment.
It has been far too long since he's been in the thick of war or even a fight, but he still manages to keep a keen eye out for those who are even worse off than he is. Sparring should be done to determine one's limits. The mess hall to keep energy and morale high. There's also a tent for strategies and plans to be made. Everything is in order like a well-made machine. So where does he go from here exactly? There's a loud 'hm' from Zhongli as he pauses mid-step in the middle of the camp. He doesn't actually say anything?? But you can ask him to move if he's in the way. He's just standing there and getting the lay of the land if you will. ]
Mess Hall;
[ Food is also something Zhongli excels at. Being 6000 years old gives him an above-average knowledge of all manners of things, food included. So he might be writing down some recipes for people to follow in terms of cooking. It's all based on what's provided and how much, everything carefully thought out as he writes down the step-by-step recipe to make a hearty, warrior's, stew. ] The careful measurement, addition, and allocation of ingredients should be monitored thoroughly. One cannot sustain themselves on a diet that is not perfectly balanced. With these recipes, there should be enough leeway to accommodate and have room for error...
[ Is what he's muttering to himself as he jots down another line or two for a hearty breakfast as well. ]
Training grounds;
[ Though he certainly doesn't cut an imposing figure anymore, Zhongli's aura and the air about him is a bit...oppressive. He seems to be watching whoever is sparring at the moment with his arms crossed over his chest as he does so. Never saying much of anything but those amber eyes of his are following the fight with ease. If he's approached he may blink and then turn to whoever speaks to him. ] Ah. I apologize. Are you looking to spar? I doubt I would be of much help in those regards. It's best if you find someone else.
[ An ex-god might not be for the faint of heart. It certainly wouldn't do to let loose and accidentally damage something. Still, maybe, if you're persistent he might acquiesce to the request. ]
Shoreline;
[ There's an odd sound of earth and rock rumbling in the distances by the shore near the camp. Large walls of glowing amber-infused rock will erupt without even a blink of an eye as Zhongli stands some feet away with his arms crossed. His head tilts to the side and another set of stone slabs rises with ease from the ground as Zhongli finally uses a motion with his hands to fuse them together with the already large barricade he's making. He seems quite intense and into his work but no such emotion shows on his face as he continues with his project. Feel free to ask him or speak to him. He'll always pause to answer any questions one might have. ]
Strategy;
[ And his final haunt throughout this whole thing will be the strategy tent. He's quiet all the while, listening in to what others have to express or brainstorm in the upcoming battle. If Zhongli is anything it's patient, so he lets others come up with their own plans. He'll be there for assistance or even just to talk, but he doesn't say much during the meetings. Though he will finally speak up as the group meeting comes to a close. ]
Those of you worried about fighting such a foe, need not do so. My shields will be there to protect you, as long as I am standing then my shields will as well.
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[ he sees Zhongli in a mess hall not eating but writing things.
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Aether leans a bit forward to try and get a peek of the written parchment so far, albeit upside down. Ah?! ] Ha? You're making recipes? [ color the Traveler very interested. ]
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ocean, before they eventually start singing later
lumine gives him a tentative wave back, squinting to make sure that she's not mistaken. it's definitely the sugar doctor unless someone else flies around on a broomstick now. she hasn't met anyone else who does despite everyone's unique abilities in trench. ]
The life of the party can't be asleep at this hour, after all.
[ she offers him a wry smile and a cup of still-steaming coffee, following the line of his gaze to the terribly unpredictable sea. she doesn't normally camp out on the beach with the others, only visiting when she needs to assist with the supplies and logistics of the group. ]
... In a savage, dangerous way, maybe. I guess playing hopscotch back then was a terrible idea.
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Raleigh Becket | Pacific Rim | ota
February 9th
That'll show the little nerd.
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Flynn can't leave this alone. He whirls softly on his heel and heads for the hulking thing, his face stone. ]
Excuse me, soldier. It looks like you missed the trash receptacle. I assume you'll want to remedy this immediately.
[ Flynn's voice is soft and absolutely full of steel. This is his Commandant Voice, which is admittedly something he is still practicing, but you know. It certainly sends lower-ranked knights scurrying. Whether it works on Johnny is another story. ]
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The Emperor | The Locked Tomb | OTA
healing
When the man speaks to him, Kaworu frowns a little and holds his hand protectively against his chest. Then he debates it. If he has lockjoint, it would cause the Old Man, Paul, Flynn... so many people to fuss over him and ask questions about how it got so bad.
He chews his lip for a second and then marches over, pulling down the sleeve of his jacket and the oversized shirt beneath (one of Paul's) to present his bruised arm to the man.]
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Ives | OC | OTA
[Ives is standing at a work bench, situated just besides the training grounds. A stock of weaponry rests nearby, extras in case people wanted to try something new or didn't bring their own. The large faun is toiling away with some crafting of arrows to add to the supplies.
He has a very organized array of tools set out, some seemingly more obtuse for the task. The arrow shafts are of identically cast, lightweight metal; just heavy enough to sail through the air at great distance while also striking fast and true. The tips are of bone, precisely and equally sharped. Twine to tie them together is measured and cut all a matching length. He has a pair of snips in hand, cutting down feathers for the fletching with the same meticulous attention to detail. Everything is laid out neatly to avoid scratching or chipping.
The end result of putting these together is the most identical set of hand crafted arrows one could imagine. Each is weighed on a scale against the last to be sure their weight is correct. He looks down each to be sure they're straight and casts aside anything with even the slightest imperfection in his eye.
Should someone walk up and grab at anything on the table, he's going to slap their hand. He'll react less rudely if simply... inquired over why he's doing such busy work so particularly.]
Is that a bow or a harpoon launcher?
Finally, one I won't break. [Ives is at the training grounds with a bow. An absolutely massive one, at that. With a clear shot to distant targets, he loads up an arrow more akin to a harpoon than anything. Drawing back his first shot, even his arms shake some to hold it steady. He aims and lets fly, the arrow rocketing into the distance.
It misses the target, exploding sand where it did land. He puffs.]
Rusty... I'll need to get used to this one. [he likes it, though. It's a good bow. He's the one who needs to adjust, the instrument is perfectly well tuned]
Training Ground: Archery Edition
Ever fired a bow? I can show you how. [He'll offer to anybody watching him practice. He's actually began landing his shots on closer targets and could use a break. Setting his bow aside, he looks for one more suited to whoever is interested. He tests the string and weight briefly in his hands before deeming it suitable and handing it over.]
Try it. Being at a distance is only smart, with beasts such as this. [But it also required confidence and a steady hand. Misfiring into allies isn't going to do anybody any good...]
is it both a bow and a harpoon launcher??
Getting their strategy in order and making sure everyone's on a solid training rotation is certainly a large task, and honestly, he gets his best thinking done when he's moving, when his hands are wrapped around the hilt of a sword and his muscles are burning. He had intended to get a little more practice in when he'd ended up watching this impromptu demonstration instead.
It's an impressive thing, both in size and the clear skill that shows through even after Ives missed the target, but Flynn is roiling with complicated feelings.
He's only met Ives once, after all, and hearing that voice and seeing that bulk brings him right back to a clearing smeared with blood, reeking of death and desperation. He'd been a mess then, shaken from killing a friend and mentor.
Flynn is no stranger to death, but it is a different thing to have dealt it to someone with your own hands. He understands much better the burden that Yuri bears, and it takes him a long time to make his presence known.
When he does, it's with a sound first, so he doesn't startle Ives. ]
Where did you acquire such a fine weapon?
[ He is proud of himself for the steadiness of his own voice. ]
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terry silver / cobra kai / ota
[ Terry shows up in his gi, ready to train. Has he ever fought a giant monster before? No. But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't chomping at the bit for an excuse to fight.
He's been practicing some moves on a training target, mostly punches and high kicks. Though he can't quite move like he did when he was young, he's in great shape for his age and has good form. The harder he works, the more he seems to be enjoying himself. ]
Whew! Good to get the blood pumping, isn't it? [ He smiles, gesturing to the target. ] You wanna have a go?
[ training grounds - sparring ]
[ He bows to his opponent before getting into a fighting stance, whether or not his opponent bows back. ]
Don't go easy on me just because I'm old, now. I want to see what you've got.
[ But Cobra Kai's all about striking first, so he goes in for a swift kick to the chest. If it gets blocked - great, you know your defense! If not, well, that's part of the learning process. ]
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[ ooc; anything goes! feel free to hit me up at
training grounds - sparring
He doesn't answer Terry's request not to go easy on him with words, but with a slight, tilted smile and nod. It's after he blocks the kick with a sharp forearm that he speaks, shifting his weight back in his heels and eyeing his opponent thoughtfully.]
That's not an old man's kick.
[And then, with practiced, fluid grace, Paul tests Terry's guard with a swift hooking kick aimed at the back of his knee.]
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renfri | the witcher | ota
Until one day, that is, when she shows up with a satchel and stakes a claim on a small section of free ground over where the engineers are at work, and starts tinkering with the supplies she's brought with her — most notable among them a small collection of silver items like a jewelry chain, some coins, and the occasional knickknack. She's also got a file and a couple of hand-drawn diagrams courtesy of a few long days spent in the Archives, and for the most part she spends her time grinding the metal until she's got a little pile of shavings, which she continues to play with thoughtfully as she works.
Eventually, though, she hits a sticking point, and that's when she'll abandon her work to go wander over to someone else around the area, a question on her lips: ]
I don't suppose you can think of a more convenient way than a fire to make something hot, can you?
[Look, there's tech everywhere...surely there are wonders beyond even her reckoning somewhere in this workyard.]
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If you're really adventurous, you might be able to persuade her into some training, though; she does bring her sword and dagger with her when she visits, and while she's not actually seeking out the extra practice herself, she's also not likely to turn it down if approached. There's something to be said for keeping her skills sharp — pun intended — after all.]
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"My lightsaber is self-contained plasma, and I can adjust the temperature to a certain extent," he offers.
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Ichimonji Hayato | Kamen Rider | OTA
[He is, as he is beginning to learn, in a city packed to the brim with Hero Types. It’s weird, not being the sole person with that kind of responsibility on their shoulders, but seeing as they have multiple Giant Robots at their disposal among other things, he is wondering how much intervention they’ll even need? He plans to be ready, regardless of what happens, but until then, he is going to snoop around with his camera.]
[Around Camp.]
[Feel free to encounter him anywhere in the camp, while he is out and about. He’s intent on taking candids of people working, training, or having meals together. He’s trying to capture the community spirit of Trench, and take photos that showcase the sort of indomitable spirit these people have to face what appears like an impossible foe. Such a thing deserves to be documented, before they face what might be their darkest day.]
[That said, he might not be asking before he takes a photo. He’ll lower the camera with a grin.]
That was a good one! Don’t you think so?
[Dark Room.]
[This is not the first time he has cobbled together a dark room set up on a hostile, potentially dangerous field. He’s very meticulous in how he sets up the tent, keeping it free from as much light as possible. He has a special lunar orb, that glows very gently on the inside so he can work, and he seems to be busy developing photos.]
[One should not just barge in, but if you wanted his attention you could easy call for him from outside. He’s been in there for a while, so maybe he needs a break? Has he eaten like, at all? Mysteries!]
[Medic Tent.]
[When he’s not being a nuisance, he’s helping out in the med tent. He’s not trained officially or anything, but he’s spent a lot of time helping out in clinics. He’s got enough first aid training to help here and there with the minor stuff.]
Hey now, get too banged up and you’ll take yourself out long before the monster gets here.
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... Herr Ichimonji! I should've expected to see you here.
[ She's always surprised that anyone would want to come to a potential battlefield without the strict need for it... but he's already professed his passion for his job, so there's no point in wondering about him in particular.
When they spoke over Omni, she was dressed in the epitome of neutral clothing. Now she's dressed in the black cloak common to Trench, a dark green military uniform visible where it parts. More glaring is the old-fashioned submachine gun slung over her shoulder, only a head short of her full height.
In any case, she automatically moves out of line to approach him, her cookie momentarily forgotten. She extends her free hand (upward) in offer of a shake — as professionals do. ]
I don't know if someone of my stature makes for good or bad publicity. I suppose I'll just have to leave the interpretation up to you.
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Korra | Legend of Korra
She spends a great deal of time preparing for what is to come. She knows what she needs to do but - hasn't done it in a while. And here, in Trench, well. There's no guarantees, are there? None whatsoever. And so, she prepares.
There is a lot of what, to the untrained eye, might just look like extensive Tai Chi - but beyond that, it involves vast amounts of meditation. Mental preparation will be key, of that much she is certain.
Strategy Part of her own strategy is making absolutely sure, from beginning to end, that she knows every inch of the beach front and the surrounding wilds. And so she walks them every day, several times, feeling the sand underneath her feet.
Ciel | Tsukihime | OTA
[As neat and interesting as those giant robots looked, Ciel could settle on simply admiring them from afar. An anti-fortress type foe that may encompass a concept closer to anti-world isn't going to react much to the best of her physical weaponry here, so... That only leaves her with one recourse she may be of use for, at least as far as being on the front lines may be concerned.
Magic-sensitive individuals may feel a faint hum in the air, if they're passing by in the vicinity today. A robed woman is unfurling magic circles at her feet here and there, almost as if she's looking for something with her seemingly aimless back-and-forth. The flow of mana in this world is very different from what she was used to, and if a walking tank of magical energy was to be weaponized as best as it can be, she should try to get a read on the leylines here and find a spot where she may exert her thaumaturgy most effectively. She may fire a test shot, occasionally; a bolt of condensed magical energy, and it shoots far into the horizon before vanishing into the sea.]
II. Around Camp
[With this much people around working on all sorts of things, surely there's ample need for manual labor in general? These boxes of supplies and materials of all kind won't move themselves, and while she may not exactly look like a mover by any stretch, Ciel is perfectly happy to play pack mule, seeming quite at ease carrying two rather heavy-looking boxes one stacked atop another. They don't look like they're in any danger or toppling over, but she is stopping to check with whoever she happens to catch in the area:]
Excuse me! Where do I put these? I was told to bring them over to this area.
[Equipment? Tools? Food? Or maybe a mistake, potentially? She seems quite eager to help, in any case, and if you have anything else you could use a second body for, this could be a good opportunity?]
III. Mess Hall
[She knew that smell was familiar. Could pick it up from probably TOO far away, caught hints of spice wafting here and there when people spoke between themselves. The ups and downs of a sharp nose, or just the first hint to an obsession of questionable quality? Whichever it may be, she's tracked the scent to its source now, and frankly, she didn't even need to remove the lid to confirm its content. Some of the rich brown sauce had spilled slightly at the rim, and the stack of used dishes waiting to be cleaned also told enough. Peak dinnertime rush may have passed by now, but curry is still curry, leftovers be damned.
Respectfully, reverently, the robed woman with short blue hair has clasped her hands together as if in deep and devout prayer - in front of the pot of curry from tonight's dinner, yes. She may or may not have made a squealing sound too, but given all that's been going around in camp overall, surely that kind of noise could be passed off as a particularly unique squeak caused by some sort of fancy equipment? Even if the fact that it came from the mess hall table is quite hard to refute, ahem. And that for as long as she thinks she's left in her own little corner, the expression of childish excitement and pure bliss may make her look like some schoolgirl who just found out her crush feels the same way. Different people get emotional over different things, right? Maybe it'd be best to just keep moving, or save whatever business you may have with the mess hall for later. Unless...?]
IV. Wildcard
[She will quite literally help with anything and everything around camp to the best of her abilities, chalk it up to a mix of moon influence on Warmbloods and her own predisposition to get nosy. Does someone look pensive or as if they may remotely need a hand with something? She won't hesitate to pipe up and ask. I can be reached via game Discord server or PM for more specific plotting, pardon the terribly late TL it took me way longer than it should to hammer out ;;]
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Food was one. Luckily, others seemed to agree and his concerns over quality were met. He helped in putting together the meals for the mess hall that evening. Plenty of flavor was a must, soldiers won't focus up or be able to get necessary rest if they're discontented with their rations!
All told... he should have stopped much earlier to eat something himself. He held out until the majority was served up and the mess hall somewhat cleared out. After seeing the excitement on one of the last through, he decided the curry was most tempting. Ives spotted her again, seemingly praying over her meal, and moved to sit across from her with his own meal.]
You look quite contented with our rations.
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