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deercountry2022-02-07 11:17 am
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And if I need a rhythm
Who: Hayato and YOU
What: Open Prompts around Trench
When: The month of February
Where: Willful Machine, The Raccoon Room, Trench city streets.
Content Warnings: Possible event warnings, which will be updated if it happens.
[Prompt 1: Willful Machine]
[Hayato was nothing if not adaptable. He’s lived a preposterously strange and dangerous life and if he was good and stuck here, then he had to make the best of it while he tried to understand his situation better. He was a people person, despite the often solitary life he had to live, and he found he did his best work immersing himself in the people around him. Trench was an endlessly fascinating, if baffling, city, and the people here were equally curious.]
[He’s spent plenty of time flagging down Sleepers for information, so this time he’s focusing a little on the locals. They’re friendly and more than willing to speak to him, which is nice, though a little strange. There’s a weird irreverence for Sleepers from the locals — Trenchies — and he’s not sure what to make of that.]
[For now he can be found speaking to a family just outside a clothing shop. It seems they’re explaining to him a bit about the philosophies of practical vs indulgent, and Hayato is listening with rapt attention. After a moment he asks for a picture, and delighted, the Trenchies oblige.]
[He steps back with his camera.]
Alright now. Say squid legs!
[The kids laugh, and Hayato snaps the photo. Pleased, he stands up and offers them a small card.]
Thanks a bunch for speaking with me. Once I’ve got the means to develop these, I’ll send you a copy, yeah?
[Looks like he’s free now.]
[Prompt 2: Raccoon Room]
[Hayato’s been popping in and out of places around town to get a feel for the atmosphere. He’s seen a lot of interesting places! Lot’s of nightlife it seems like. It doesn’t take him long to stumble onto the Raccoon Room, which he finds out quickly is Sleeper run and owned. That was interesting.]
[Liking the vibe, Hayato finds himself a booth to sit at with a drink. It’s quieter in here for the moment, and so Hayato has his camera, a notebook, and some scattered papers he seems to be pouring over while he looks up occasionally to people watch, or take in any performance that might be happening on stage. You’d think someone wouldn’t be able to get any work done with the noise of a place like this, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him any.]
[A fresh face with a unique sense of fashion, so clearly he is prime bothering material.]
[Prompt 3: He came with the storm]
[Beasts. This is what Anna had told him about. He sees now- they’re oddly far more grotesque than some of the monsters he’s had to fight, and yet, there is something sadder about it. These beasts were feral and vicious, but didn’t appear to be even remotely conscious of themselves.]
[It wasn’t like Shocker, or even Badan. Brainwashed monsters who spoke and acted with purpose. No …there was nothing like that in these Beasts, and so, the kindest thing to be done would be to put them down. He didn’t intend to take up the mantle of Hunter, but if he were in the right place at the right time, he wouldn’t turn his back on those who needed help.]
[And so, perhaps you are one of two options: 1. You happened to be in need of saving when the Beast came from the shadows with a roar. Or 2. You were already on the scene with the Beast and looked like you could use some help. Either way someone is in danger and back up has arrived in the dorm of a masked, armored figure.]
[A masked armored figure that greets the roar of the Beast by clocking it in the face and sending it hitting the ground with a bounce.]
Stay on your guard!
What: Open Prompts around Trench
When: The month of February
Where: Willful Machine, The Raccoon Room, Trench city streets.
Content Warnings: Possible event warnings, which will be updated if it happens.
[Prompt 1: Willful Machine]
[Hayato was nothing if not adaptable. He’s lived a preposterously strange and dangerous life and if he was good and stuck here, then he had to make the best of it while he tried to understand his situation better. He was a people person, despite the often solitary life he had to live, and he found he did his best work immersing himself in the people around him. Trench was an endlessly fascinating, if baffling, city, and the people here were equally curious.]
[He’s spent plenty of time flagging down Sleepers for information, so this time he’s focusing a little on the locals. They’re friendly and more than willing to speak to him, which is nice, though a little strange. There’s a weird irreverence for Sleepers from the locals — Trenchies — and he’s not sure what to make of that.]
[For now he can be found speaking to a family just outside a clothing shop. It seems they’re explaining to him a bit about the philosophies of practical vs indulgent, and Hayato is listening with rapt attention. After a moment he asks for a picture, and delighted, the Trenchies oblige.]
[He steps back with his camera.]
Alright now. Say squid legs!
[The kids laugh, and Hayato snaps the photo. Pleased, he stands up and offers them a small card.]
Thanks a bunch for speaking with me. Once I’ve got the means to develop these, I’ll send you a copy, yeah?
[Looks like he’s free now.]
[Prompt 2: Raccoon Room]
[Hayato’s been popping in and out of places around town to get a feel for the atmosphere. He’s seen a lot of interesting places! Lot’s of nightlife it seems like. It doesn’t take him long to stumble onto the Raccoon Room, which he finds out quickly is Sleeper run and owned. That was interesting.]
[Liking the vibe, Hayato finds himself a booth to sit at with a drink. It’s quieter in here for the moment, and so Hayato has his camera, a notebook, and some scattered papers he seems to be pouring over while he looks up occasionally to people watch, or take in any performance that might be happening on stage. You’d think someone wouldn’t be able to get any work done with the noise of a place like this, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him any.]
[A fresh face with a unique sense of fashion, so clearly he is prime bothering material.]
[Prompt 3: He came with the storm]
[Beasts. This is what Anna had told him about. He sees now- they’re oddly far more grotesque than some of the monsters he’s had to fight, and yet, there is something sadder about it. These beasts were feral and vicious, but didn’t appear to be even remotely conscious of themselves.]
[It wasn’t like Shocker, or even Badan. Brainwashed monsters who spoke and acted with purpose. No …there was nothing like that in these Beasts, and so, the kindest thing to be done would be to put them down. He didn’t intend to take up the mantle of Hunter, but if he were in the right place at the right time, he wouldn’t turn his back on those who needed help.]
[And so, perhaps you are one of two options: 1. You happened to be in need of saving when the Beast came from the shadows with a roar. Or 2. You were already on the scene with the Beast and looked like you could use some help. Either way someone is in danger and back up has arrived in the dorm of a masked, armored figure.]
[A masked armored figure that greets the roar of the Beast by clocking it in the face and sending it hitting the ground with a bounce.]
Stay on your guard!
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No wonder this guy was in such a state back there, even if it's been relatively easy to talk him down from it.]
One of the first incidents to happen to me here...was getting kidnapped by a flock of ravens who tossed me into a decidedly unromantic boat ride with a guy I'd met exactly one time, where we were shown illusionary corpses of our loved ones. Fortunately, he's been in this place a great deal longer than I have, and -- told me right away that if we talked of those painful things and got it over with, the illusion would resolve itself. I've found this to be the way it is over and over again since.
[So, there's the reason Break was so willing to swoop in here, if Hayato is able to read between his lines. Someone who understood things was there to help him as he found his feet, and it made all the difference. Thus, Break is here, paying it forward.]
...shall I help you with that arm?
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Do we really not know of there is some higher entity toying with us? All of this seems weirdly purposeful.
[He already knows the answer to that question he thinks. Either way, there wasn't anything they could do about it, not yet, at least. Hayato plans to do a lot of investigating here, but this place was a lot bigger than just beating up a monster and detonating a secret base.]
[Anyway, he does pick up what this man is putting down, though he decides not to comment on it. He pauses a moment on his arm and here is where he truly seems to hesitate. For all the talking he did, he did much of it without context or explaining, but this would surely remove a lot of doubt to his nature.]
[However, trying up an arm one handed is kind of a huge pain in the ass.]
...If- You wouldn't mind. Could you tie this once I have everything back in place?
[That's a weird way to talk about a wound but, once Hayato brings the arm and scarf over, it'll be clear there's a lot going on under his skin.]
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[Break has theories, but mostly because he can't really help but have theories. This is the part of retirement that truly does suit him well. He has seen to it that the whole "eldritch little girl with the entire Core of the Abyss attached to her soul" problem has been solved and whatever eldritch power core nonsense is going on here is not his problem. Not when there are all these Deerington veterans around who have more context than Break can ever dream of and it's not as though he has anything to go back to if this dimension collapses in on itself or something.
He might feel a little more motivated once he stops being massively depressed, but today is not that day. More importantly, that is a weird way to talk about a wound.]
Ah? You make it sound like you've got bits loose -- oh! [Leaning over to peer at the injury, he perks up with interest. Enough so that his omen pops up over the back of the bench to peer too, ears erect in horse mode.] Why, that's metal in there, isn't it? Then -- what's the newer word for automaton, "robotic"?
cw: cybernetic gore and skin injuries
[It's a quick correction, and his voice is mostly even. He hates reactions at all, honestly, and he's trying not to let those prying eyes get under his skin, not when he'd volunteered the chance for him to see. It's hard to break habits, though.]
I'm not a robot. My body started off human.
[He works quickly to reset some of the parts under his skin that he'd ripped loose earlier. He winces, as he does. It hurts like hell, but it needed to be done. Once finished, he replaces the skin back over top. It, too, is torn, and it does look very convincing, but there is something not entirely natural about the way he can just. Stick it back in place.]
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[He'd gotten excited because this is clearly some sort of future thing, and he sort of recognized it. Break backs away a little, sensing that the reply is something of an admonishment -- to be human and become something else can't have pleasant memories attached. However, he's too curious to look away entirely. After all, he doesn't like people being nosy about his missing eye and whatever else, but he also doesn't actually blame them for it.]
We haven't got such things at all, where I'm from. I'm told that, in the equivalent timelines of a great many worlds, I'm something called a "Victorian". [Not everyone has these, but it seems to explain things immediately for those who do.] A friend from a world far ahead of mine introduced me to...ehhh, the concept of this sort of thing.