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maskormenacelogs2016-11-13 11:01 pm
sidecars) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-11-13 11:01 pm
Entry tags:
- † daryl dixon | the angel,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † elliot alderson | mr robot,
- † flynn scifo | n/a,
- † haen hithiel | chatterbug,
- † jacob taylor | the protector,
- † kyle conlen | red hot,
- † magicman | n/a,
- † mako mori | n/a,
- † motoko kusanagi | the major,
- † richie foley | gear,
- † rita mordio | n/a,
- † skeets | n/a,
- † thaddeus 'rusty' venture | doc,
- † yuichiro hyakuya | n/a
I Wish I Had a Castle in the Sky ( OPEN )
WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: All over America
WHEN: Nov. 14th-24th
WHAT: The Cosmic Cube is creating multiple realities for all the imPorts. Where are these "universes" coming from and who is wielding it? Are you strong enough to withstand the temptation of a new reality and thwart this misguided attempt at happiness?
WARNINGS: N/A
Hey, Davis! Did you move anything? I've got that Barnes kid's stuff logged. [ He has a digital tablet propped up on a clean, steel table full of plastic bags and baskets filled the different paraphernalia. It's rather reminiscent to an experience in the American security line at the airport. One such basket belongs to James Buchanan Barnes. ] Think something's missing. Says six item's logged, but only—Davis?
[ The man was right there a second ago, wasn't he? Looking around there's no signs John Davis had been there at all, except for in his memory. Shit, has he been talking to himself this whole time? Well, it isn't anything important. The string bean isn't going to miss one dumb little paperweight or whatever it was.
Little does he know just how powerful it is... ]
[ John spares no time or energy leaving Cap Canaveral. He doesn't even put up his cleaning cart before he's zipping through security at the blink of an eye. People've been calling him crazy for so long it's isolated him from the regular rhythm of society, but it's all been worth it for this chance. He will be a hero finally, just like the rest of the imPorts he idolizes. People will start to think twice about him and everyone else with powers. They will have the rights they need to protect this country and keep the Commies out.
This is the energy driving him to hold a dangerous item in his possession. He doesn't know a whole lot about it, only what he's gleaned from gossip rags and conspiracy theory websites. But it's worth the chance to find himself in prison, or worse. In the security of his lonely little apartment he holds the Cube in his hands as it pours out tremendous power. Without words it becomes in tune with his inner self and his wishes. It feeds off of it to create something more than itself. In his world imPorts will have just what they want, whatever it is, however contradictory.
But in truth, what good can come out of a thief too wrapped up in his own fantasies? That is no hero, and John cannot truly control the power he is playing with. As it feeds, the air around him turns hot—too hot to even breath. It's like the oxygen is burning up before it reaches his lungs. The world around him begins to fade as he holds on for dear life, but in the end his consciousness is snuffed out; a small sacrifice for a new world. ]
WHERE: All over America
WHEN: Nov. 14th-24th
WHAT: The Cosmic Cube is creating multiple realities for all the imPorts. Where are these "universes" coming from and who is wielding it? Are you strong enough to withstand the temptation of a new reality and thwart this misguided attempt at happiness?
WARNINGS: N/A
Hey, Davis! Did you move anything? I've got that Barnes kid's stuff logged. [ He has a digital tablet propped up on a clean, steel table full of plastic bags and baskets filled the different paraphernalia. It's rather reminiscent to an experience in the American security line at the airport. One such basket belongs to James Buchanan Barnes. ] Think something's missing. Says six item's logged, but only—Davis?
[ The man was right there a second ago, wasn't he? Looking around there's no signs John Davis had been there at all, except for in his memory. Shit, has he been talking to himself this whole time? Well, it isn't anything important. The string bean isn't going to miss one dumb little paperweight or whatever it was.
Little does he know just how powerful it is... ]
[ John spares no time or energy leaving Cap Canaveral. He doesn't even put up his cleaning cart before he's zipping through security at the blink of an eye. People've been calling him crazy for so long it's isolated him from the regular rhythm of society, but it's all been worth it for this chance. He will be a hero finally, just like the rest of the imPorts he idolizes. People will start to think twice about him and everyone else with powers. They will have the rights they need to protect this country and keep the Commies out.
This is the energy driving him to hold a dangerous item in his possession. He doesn't know a whole lot about it, only what he's gleaned from gossip rags and conspiracy theory websites. But it's worth the chance to find himself in prison, or worse. In the security of his lonely little apartment he holds the Cube in his hands as it pours out tremendous power. Without words it becomes in tune with his inner self and his wishes. It feeds off of it to create something more than itself. In his world imPorts will have just what they want, whatever it is, however contradictory.
But in truth, what good can come out of a thief too wrapped up in his own fantasies? That is no hero, and John cannot truly control the power he is playing with. As it feeds, the air around him turns hot—too hot to even breath. It's like the oxygen is burning up before it reaches his lungs. The world around him begins to fade as he holds on for dear life, but in the end his consciousness is snuffed out; a small sacrifice for a new world. ]
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[Mutter, mutter. Oooph. She dives under a pile of papers, trying to find at least one other shoe]
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[But he'll help anyway, shifting the modest pile of books on the floor to look behind them.]
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[And there is her shoe, sitting behind the pile of books Flynn peers around]
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[Chuckling to himself at his own joke he retrieves the shoe and offers it over.]
Here.
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That was so bad, I can't even get angry.
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[Honestly, Rita.]
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[She pulls her boot on and rushes to the door, only to double back and grab Flynn's arm to tug]
Come on, don't be slow!
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[Only do it when you know you can win, honestly, Rita. He grins and lets himself be tugged along in her wake.]
Alright, alright.
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[Come on, Rita wins either way. The knights that hasseled the lower quarter citizens were all weaklings. She gives a few more tugs when she feels like he isn't being fast enough]
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[How is she moving this fast? His legs are roughly twice as long as hers. He lengthens his stride anyway.]
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[FINALLY, Flynn is such a slow poke sometimes. She lets go when he's finally at her pace]
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[Ok, now he has to test a theory. He slows his steps a little bit again.]
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I'm full of surprises. I learned from the best after all.
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[He maintains a steady speed just a little slower than she wants.]
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[Ugh. Ugh. Rita glances back at Flynn and scowls, tugging even harder]
And you, you're such a pain!
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What's wrong? I'm not doing anything.
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[Rita groans as she tries to drag him forward a couple more footsteps. This would be easier if he wasn't wearing that stupid armor of his]
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[He gives ground, very slowly.]
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[FLYNN YOU ARE WORSE THAN YURI SOMETIMEs, SHE SWEARS]
Why do you have to be muscles for brains?!
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Mm, that's part of training too. Muscles are more important to knights than brains, so we drill hard to replace them.
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[PULLING HARDER]
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[RITA THEY'RE GOING AT A PERFECTLY REASONABLE PACE also asking nicely does wonders rather than trying to tug a heavy armored lump.]
You're going to wear yourself out before we even get there.
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[SHE CAN KEEP THIS UP ALL DAY just watch]
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[Flynn makes a prompting little noise. Honestly, she definitely knew better manners than this at one point.]
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[Nah, why waste manners on a lump of metal]
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