1 Pissed Off Reaper [Action/Voice]
Jul. 12th, 2012 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
risingshepard[Alright, let's review: One, she was supposed to be in her cabin waiting for the ship to arrive at the Derelict, two, she's not supposed to have a blaring headache crunching her skull, and three, she's not supposed to be feeling like complete crap barring said headache. So, Luceti, here's her question: why has she been unceremoniously dumped into a forest that doesn't even look like Pragia's greenery, and why does she have a sundress on? She would really, really, really like to know. Sure doesn't help that the familiar, cool feeling of her room is gone and replaced with the humidity of the forest. It wakes her right up when she gets over her initial physical screwball.
There's a slight groan before she starts sitting up.] ...Feels like I just downed a glass of ryncol...what the hell happened...?
[It doesn't take her long to actually stand up, either. Those synthetic parts are a lifesaver, even if she didn't ask for them; when her eyes focus, though, she finds herself staring at her surroundings. ...Alright...where the hell was she?] ...Pragia? No, it couldn't be. [There's too little greenery compared to that forest planet, and none of it's clinging onto any buildings...so where does that put her? Earth? One of the colonies? She's not sure. As with the other discoveries, very little time passes before she finds red wings stuck on her back -- it's as if the Illusive Jackass wanted to screw around with her even more. <_< There's not a peep from her for a while before she starts restraining the urge to shoot something -- like she could, without her trusty pistol...
But something else catches her eye and makes her curiosity resurface -- the journal with her name, and her clothing sitting there right next to it. Not realizing that it can transmit her voice just yet, she picks it up and stares at it.] This looks pretty old-fashioned...why would anyone use this?
[Oh, if only you knew. Feel free to chime in while she inspects it -- it'll be a nice surprise. :P]
There's a slight groan before she starts sitting up.] ...Feels like I just downed a glass of ryncol...what the hell happened...?
[It doesn't take her long to actually stand up, either. Those synthetic parts are a lifesaver, even if she didn't ask for them; when her eyes focus, though, she finds herself staring at her surroundings. ...Alright...where the hell was she?] ...Pragia? No, it couldn't be. [There's too little greenery compared to that forest planet, and none of it's clinging onto any buildings...so where does that put her? Earth? One of the colonies? She's not sure. As with the other discoveries, very little time passes before she finds red wings stuck on her back -- it's as if the Illusive Jackass wanted to screw around with her even more. <_< There's not a peep from her for a while before she starts restraining the urge to shoot something -- like she could, without her trusty pistol...
But something else catches her eye and makes her curiosity resurface -- the journal with her name, and her clothing sitting there right next to it. Not realizing that it can transmit her voice just yet, she picks it up and stares at it.] This looks pretty old-fashioned...why would anyone use this?
[Oh, if only you knew. Feel free to chime in while she inspects it -- it'll be a nice surprise. :P]
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Date: 2012-07-12 04:47 pm (UTC)Voice
Date: 2012-07-12 04:52 pm (UTC)Voice
Date: 2012-07-12 05:01 pm (UTC)Voice
Date: 2012-07-12 05:05 pm (UTC)Voice
Date: 2012-07-12 05:09 pm (UTC)Well, this is a world called Luceti. And people are dragged into it from all kinds of different universes... somehow or other.
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Date: 2012-07-13 12:36 pm (UTC)Would it be farfetched to assume they gave me these souvenirs, too? [So not happy. >_>]
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Date: 2012-07-15 05:31 am (UTC)Not so much out of your ship as entirely out of, well, whatever world it happens to be sailing on, but, you got the idea already.
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Date: 2012-07-15 05:36 am (UTC)Anything else I need to know about -- important enough to warrant mentioning at least once? It's not fun to be kept in the dark.
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Date: 2012-07-15 05:37 am (UTC)Voice
Date: 2012-07-15 05:38 am (UTC)For starters, who brought us here, and why?
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Date: 2012-07-15 05:42 am (UTC)Supposedly they, too, were all pulled here at some point. And now there are different factions in the Malnosso, some of which want to kill everyone and others of which just want to kill some people.
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Date: 2012-07-15 06:05 am (UTC)What caused them to split up in the first place? [Is that a question that can even be answered at this point? She doesn't know, but it's worth trying.]
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Date: 2012-07-16 03:23 am (UTC)Voice
Date: 2012-07-16 12:11 pm (UTC)...Probably goes without saying, but, will anyone I know end up here sooner or later?
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Date: 2012-07-17 03:45 am (UTC)[He pauses.] They might or they might not. There's been two people that I've known, in the time I've been here.
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Date: 2012-07-17 02:23 pm (UTC)She's not particularly happy with the idea of her crew being yanked here, either.] Gonna regret asking that, and this. I'm sure of it... Are they of any help?
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Date: 2012-07-18 01:11 am (UTC)... Who, the people from my world? Well, one of them is gone already. And the other ... Well, she's been kind of helpful, for me, to settle in, if that's what you mean. She's kind of made herself prominent here.
But I don't think that anyone can do that much.
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Date: 2012-07-18 03:17 pm (UTC)[And his last comment deserves a bit of a brow raise. If only he could see it. :| Snark, much?] Aren't you a pleasant fellow?
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Date: 2012-07-19 04:51 am (UTC)Especially when you're pretty much a pawn to shenanigans for eight months.