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lifeaftr2017-10-06 09:25 am
lifeaftr_mods) wrote in lifeaftr2017-10-06 09:25 am
Entry tags:
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- npc: the storyteller,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: mira delacroix,
- osomatsu-san: ichimatsu matsuno,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- pokemon sun & moon: luna,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- ✖ bastion: the kid,
- ✖ billions: jack foley,
- ✖ camp camp: max,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: hinata hajime,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: komaeda nagito,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ dragon age inquisition: cole,
- ✖ fatal frame: ouse kurosawa,
- ✖ ffvi: terra branford,
- ✖ ffxiv: tataru taru,
- ✖ ffxv: lunafreya nox fleuret,
- ✖ ffxv: noctis lucis caelum,
- ✖ fragile dreams: crow,
- ✖ homestuck: kanaya maryam,
- ✖ lady trent: isabella camherst,
- ✖ legend of zelda: medli,
- ✖ marble hornets: brian thomas,
- ✖ marvel 616: wade wilson,
- ✖ off: the batter,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ original: lys skovgaard,
- ✖ osomatsu-san: karamatsu matsuno,
- ✖ overwatch: fareeha "pharah" amari,
- ✖ overwatch: jesse mccree,
- ✖ overwatch: mercy,
- ✖ pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- ✖ pyre: oralech,
- ✖ rwby: jaune arc,
- ✖ shadowrun: gobbet,
- ✖ skyrim: the dragonborn,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the order of the stick: roy greenhilt,
- ✖ undertale: asriel dreemurr,
- ✖ undertale: frisk,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ yuki yuna is a hero: karin myoshi
October Intro: Aftermath Mingle
Who: All!
What: Now that you've all committed monkey genocide, it's time to clean up and go home.
When: Evening of the intro log- and onwards!
Where: The Monkey Compound, Islets, etc.
Warnings: Mark as you go!
Congratulations on effectively reversing the tables, adventurers. As the hunted become the hunters, the remaining simians begin to retreat into the jungle, disappearing from sight as the drumming dies down, before extinguishing entirely.
It appears that you have won.
Now it's time to clean up.
Those still in the Monkey Compound may wish to begin scavenging what they can, from multiple coconut guns to rudimentary spears. There's a flock of Bludroc happy to be herded to a new home, several stashes of fresh fruit to be found... and a rather large iron pot, for the particularly bold.
Others may be more concerned with returning to the islets and securing the personal belongings that were left behind. There are new people to settle in, as well; and undoubtedly, a few injuries yet to be healed.
Reunite, rejoice, recover. And perhaps, should you see the Storyteller about- ask a few questions.
What: Now that you've all committed monkey genocide, it's time to clean up and go home.
When: Evening of the intro log- and onwards!
Where: The Monkey Compound, Islets, etc.
Warnings: Mark as you go!
Congratulations on effectively reversing the tables, adventurers. As the hunted become the hunters, the remaining simians begin to retreat into the jungle, disappearing from sight as the drumming dies down, before extinguishing entirely.
It appears that you have won.
Now it's time to clean up.
Those still in the Monkey Compound may wish to begin scavenging what they can, from multiple coconut guns to rudimentary spears. There's a flock of Bludroc happy to be herded to a new home, several stashes of fresh fruit to be found... and a rather large iron pot, for the particularly bold.
Others may be more concerned with returning to the islets and securing the personal belongings that were left behind. There are new people to settle in, as well; and undoubtedly, a few injuries yet to be healed.
Reunite, rejoice, recover. And perhaps, should you see the Storyteller about- ask a few questions.
no subject
But their patience for this situation- this island as a whole- is hanging by the most frayed of strings. So they shouldn't, and they know it full well, but that is hardly enough to stop them from seizing Chip's shoulder and steering them in the direction of the nearest exit.]
Of course you showed up here.
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[Things that happened the last time Chip heard Chara's voice: also nearly dying]
[Predictably, Chip yells and scrambles away from Chara's grip as fast as they can manage, pale and holding their throat as if worried that their knife had magically gotten lodged in there in the span of the last micro-second.]
Wh-wh--what're--you?!
[Yes, good going, Chip. Very articulate.]
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[C'mon, kid- don't you have any intelligence going for you? Retracting their hand, they sigh loudly-- as if Chip is the source of every problem they've had today.]
I am leading you away from here. There is a series of islets further north where people have been taking shelter; or would you prefer I locate a nice stick so you can poke the simian's corpses?
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Why would--that's--
[There is way too much to address there, and Chip struggles to find a coherent sentence for a few moments.]
I don't wanna stay here, I wanna go home!
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Well that's too bad. [Their voice remains sharp- hardly caring if their words have an impact or not.] Because as of today, you are as stuck here as the rest of us. Understand?
There is no going home.
So you have two options. You can stay here and rot with the rest of these empty blood bags, or you can at least go somewhere there's food and shelter.
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No I'm--No I'm not! There's always a Doorway back, there always is! That's how this works!
[They just have to find it! They'll find it and get home and see Grant again and they won't lose the only good thing they've ever had in their sad, miserable life!]
I'm not giving up like you!
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And not even remotely phased by this rebellious, snotty brat. Their nose crinkles in distaste, quietly letting Chip have their little tantrum.]
Are you quite finished? Because there are people who have been here for months, and not one of them has found a way back home.
What makes you think you'll succeed where so many others have yet to, after so much time?
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[They've been told tales all their life of people losing years and years of time in the Other Place--every kid has, it's like being warned not to go into a strange car!But there's always a chance, and if you don't try to leave then you never will!]
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[They've changed their mind. Snotty, yes. Brat, also a yes.
But they correct the rebellious to outright stupid.]
Where, precisely, do you think you are? At what point did this world garner some sense of familiarity in that thick head of yours?