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AWAKENING. You're asleep, and the first thing you're aware of is the pulse. It comes quickly, flooding through your system and jolting you awake; the room you're in is dimly-lit but the bed you're in is soft, and while all of this is jarring you'll soon become rather aware that you aren't going through this alone. The room you're in is lined with beds not unlike the one you're in; you'll be able to hear other people stirring, coming awake as they respond to the pulse too, and... ...And it will soon become evident that whatever just happened, something is wrong. Whatever your response may be to waking up in a low-lit room full of people is going to be highly amplified, the emotion rubbing your nerves raw in a way that makes you feel like you're experiencing it for the first time, and whenever you manage to sit up, you'll feel something...strange on your head, tickling the sides of your face, and as you turn your head a little you'll catch a glimpse of an odd, synthetic-looking green. A wig...? Your clothes, too, are different from whatever you remember last (because whatever you remember last, it wasn't this room, it wasn't this place - ); they feel warm, designed to withstand cold weather, and if you throw the blankets off at any point (or even just pause to look beneath them) you'll be greeted with an outfit made of thick material that's alternating parts black and white and glossy silver, with an emblem inscribed on the chest - a G inscribed in gold and black. Whatever's happening here, you aren't given much time to dwell on it; everyone here seems about as confused as you are. There are twenty-four of you in the room altogether, and you're all going through the same thing; whatever you're experiencing, the door is closed, so at least you're experiencing it in relative privacy. For now. It isn't long before a voice can be heard, soft but agitated-sounding, as though trying very hard to not awaken everyone in the building; it sounds like a man, and you can hear his footfalls pause just outside your door as he speaks to someone else, voice soft and androgynous. "And you're sure they're gone?" "Yes, Commander." "And don't you think something should be done about that...?" "Right away, sir." With that, the man and whomever he was speaking to can be heard parting ways, one moving rapidly down a corridor and the other pausing, shifting a bit before eventually moving on himself. You have several options. I. You can sit here for a while and get to know each other, seeing as none of you know what happened. That might be a good idea, all things considered, and as long as the door remains closed there's no rush. It's the middle of the night, after all, and it isn't as though anyone is going to come looking - despite the urgent conversation outside, there isn't any alarm going off, nor is there any reason for most of the building to be on high alert. II. You can explore the building. Should you do that, you'll find several winding corridors leading to what look like dorms, with several rooms containing sleeping people and areas such as formal break rooms; exploring a little further will let you find conference rooms and other large, empty spaces that don't seem to have much of a purpose. There are signs and notices in several places referring to "Team Galactic" and its protocol, all adorned with the same emblem that's on your clothes. Some of these corridors also lead to doors that are, unfortunately, locked and staying that way; some of them lead to people dressed exactly like you, bizarre wig and all. They seem to be a little strange, however; they'll greet you, and they'll speak to you if spoken to, but they look odd and dead behind the eyes and there's not much to their answers, and asking them about preferences or any personal information will just net you a blank stare. It's going to be a long strange journey through the building, but at least you're traveling light; you don't seem to have any belongings with you - save for the outfit you woke up in and the red and white capsule attached to your belt... III. You can also pause to try to figure out what's going on with those capsules. They each contain something very important to you, after all - a creature that seems to have been assigned to you specifically. They don't seem to have anything on them indicating a name or another person that owns them, at any rate, so it's probably safe to assume it's yours. That said, something seems decidedly wrong with it - it seems alarmingly apathetic, the look in its eyes dull and resigned as opposed to alert and emotive, and while it's willing to follow you (it's almost a bit too willing to follow you, it will stay close by your side in the manner of a dog trained to heel if you try to walk away from it) it doesn't seem to be due to any sort of genuine affection. It's all very...sterile, for lack of a better term. Welcome to Sinnoh. Glory to Team Galactic. [OOC: Welcome to Azume! Feel free to use this log to get to know one another iCly; you can use the prompts given or come up with your own, though for now you're confined to the building. The Commanders are currently not present in the building (anywhere that you can find them, anyway). For now, have fun getting your bearings.] |
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[That comes out as a nervous squeak as Sena helps the monkey balance on his shoulder.] That wouldn't actually happen, right?
[You say that, and yet...]
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[Not everyone works the same than yakuza families, Kiryu]
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[So maybe this isn't one of Hiruma's weird practice sessions?]
If we need to escape fast...I can help, really!
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[Any special talents, kid? The more help the better, so he's willing to let you help!]
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[Wow, that kinda sounds lame when you say it like that.]
I play American Football, so... [An athlete. Cool!]
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[He may be letting Sena help, but he doesn't like the thought of he being in danger]
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[Huff. You're being nice to him, and he's not gonna let you get caught either!]
I-I mean, I'm not a lineman or anything, but I can still pull off a decent tackle or a block or something, too...
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I...I promised myself that I'd make it to the top, so I can't run away from any one-on-one battles! I can make it!
[Okay, better.]
P...probably...
[...]
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[Going down the hallways is...rather easy, actually. There are grunts along the way, and none of them make a move to try to stop them. It felt like they weren't encountering anyone at all]
So messed up everyone's looking so empty...
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Yeah... [He gulps nervously. It feels like they're guard bots that'll activate at any moment just when they're not looking, and then there'll be an epic chase scene, and he'll accidentally run too fast and leave this other guy behind and when he turns around he'll be riddled with bullet holes like swiss cheese and Sena'd be able to see the glinting red eyes of the guard droids just right through those holes like menacing beasts and -
they still haven't done anything.]
I keep expecting them to...switch on or something, at any moment...
[He sure does.]
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Push one of them.
[Go ahead, Sena, push a grunt!]
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[Sena looks up incredulously at Kiryu, then stares down one of the grunts nearby. They didn't seem to notice or care about their conversation...
He gives one a hesitant push. C'mon, Sena. You can do better than that.]
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[The lack of reaction...hm. Not even direct contact can make this be okay]
You. Take us to the exit.
[The grunt doesn't even reply, he just turns around and leads the way]
They really are little more than puppets.