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⇨ POLARIS 3.0
Who: Everyone!
When: Day 115
Where: Polaris
What: On the morning of day 115, a couple hours before the technicians would come to pick up the test subjects, the escape plan will officially come into effect. If your character has been left out of the loop up till this point, feel free that someone hastily explains the plan during the initial phase! The meat of everything else will be played out via megathreads and any private toplevels people want to make.
Warnings: Probably violence.
When: Day 115
Where: Polaris
What: On the morning of day 115, a couple hours before the technicians would come to pick up the test subjects, the escape plan will officially come into effect. If your character has been left out of the loop up till this point, feel free that someone hastily explains the plan during the initial phase! The meat of everything else will be played out via megathreads and any private toplevels people want to make.
Warnings: Probably violence.
PEER REVIEW↴ The plan starts with getting everyone out of their cells. Childermass is going to be using his Gilded Mark to enhance his shadow movement abilities, unabling him to teleport himself and other people out of containment. If your character has other ways of escaping they are free to pursue that, but on a base level, it can be assumed that everyone gets out thanks to Childermass. (Thanks Childermass!) Once everyone has been removed from their cells by some means or another, they will be forced to split into teams as swiftly as possible, as the moment people start breaking out, negative attention from the staff will start building. The area is poorly guarded at first, but as people become aware of the breakout, more will arrive. Gild, speaking on behalf of her inside plant, will say that those that 1) want to get their stuff back, 2) want to find Ignatius, should get the assistance of their allied Deltas to access sector A5. From there, they will have to access Polaris's storage in A3, a neighbouring sector, and find access to C2, the station where Ignatius is being held. They should expect to be met with armed resistance, but with any luck allies will be there to assist them. In general, characters will be most effective if they back one of these major objectives: ► TEAM LOOT: This team is trying to get back the items and pets that were confiscated when the group was brought into Polaris. Their objective, according to their allies on the inside, is to get to A5, and then make their way to A3. The important thing is being able to locate their stuff among a sea of other items, and to make it through security in order to reclaim it. Gild's plant has said that they will assist with this. After getting these items, Team Loot may wish to merge with Team Rescue. ► TEAM RESCUE: This team's primary focus is to get to A5 and then make their way to C2. If desired, they may wait for or join with Team Loot, or they may strike out ahead in order to take advantage of the element of surprise. The key factors are obtaining a way to access C2, as well as being prepared for armed conflict with the technicians guarding it, as well as possibly the Mother of Invention herself. Though, the ideal is that Gild will be distracting here at that time. ► TEAM DISTRACTION: This team can do their thing wherever they please, as their main intent is to sew general discord and distract the staff from the teams doing more important things. They should be prepared for armed resistance, but what tactics they pursue beyond that point are highly variable. ► TEAM FORTRESS: This team is attempting to set up a protective base of operations in the original sector in order to survive the conflict and protect their noncombatant comrades. How they accomplish this is also highly variable. Other objectives may exist, of course, and can be made with their own separate top levels. Chunks of these megathreads will have to be played out in summary form, so when characters are simply trying to get from place to place and specifics aren't necessary, feel free to stick to that format. Assume that everyone is already out of their cells for the purpose of the megathreads. Here is a shitty map of how the sectors connect, from a side view of the central Polaris hub. |
► QUESTIONS
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However in order to claim we've done that, we need to make sure we've actually covered what kind of security that area has. So!
> Aside from the guards, is there anything Yukio and the others will need to initially deal with before it can effectively be 'taken over'?
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> What would have to be done to keep more Technicians or similar from coming into the area from other zones? (Or alternatively, is there just one or two areas they'll need to watch for incoming Technicians from)
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free the techs
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► TEAM LOOT
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He looks a little different from how people may have seen him last, with angular, gold-circuited dark metal grafted over his horns. He's moving with a stiffness of motion only barely eased by the healing draught and witcher's potions he's drunk, and he's armed with his steel sword -- not much of a weapon, but better than nothing -- and the shapeshifting ring from the Ringmaster.
"Right," he looks around at the group, keeping his voice low. "Everyone clear on what to do? We move towards where our shit is, try not to draw attention unless we have to. No heroics -- just try to get in and out as quick as we can. If we're lucky, the plant's already there. If we need a distraction in a pinch, I can provide one. Any questions?"
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► TEAM RESCUE
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His gaze has been sharp, attentive as he runs through the plan in his head again. C2, somehow, and then back again. As they disconnect from the other group, Syrlya looks between who's left.
Peridot has the Vorpal sword, access to the dimension space, familiarity with technology and she can turn into a fuck off dragon.
Rita has system access, a connection to Ignatuis, and a lot of firepower.
Zangetsu can sense souls (especially the Mother of Invention), run fast, and hit hard.
Herbert will probably be saving someone's life here, and do what he does best by ingesting questionable liquids so he can see through the walls.
And Syrlya has to make sure this succeeds with a sword and 10% of his magic. There's the iron knife Childermass lent him, too... but he didn't tell anyone else about that.
"Does everyone understand the plan? We get Ignatius out of there, and back to the fortified Delta area as fast as possible. Do not start unnecessary fights or become distracted with the equipment. His life is our priority. If we are cornered by the Mother of Invention--"
He looks between all of them. "Then as many people as needed to support Ignatius out do so, and the rest of us will cover your escape. Are there any questions?"
God, he hopes Gongenzaka gets the forces to reinforce the Delta area. Their sector appears to havr minimal security, but the same can't be said for where they're keeping Ignatius.
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► TEAM DISTRACTION
Jonathan Strange | ota!
Strange is discovering new and fun way to loathe technology. Today's thing he's discovered he hates: sprinkler systems. They're possibly even worse than roombas! Since the systems have already been activated a few times due to firebug magician, there's puddles all over the floor of the farm and a sopping wet Strange. He's in a match with a five foot tall fire extinguishing robot right now, trying to call forth some earth in an attempt to hold it (as just trying to push the damn thing over with air didn't work and, once again, his mortal nemesis the sprinkler system ruins any attempt at setting things on fire.)
"Give me a hand with this thing!" he yells to whoever he can hear. With a gesture and a few muttered words, a few vines from a nearby tree spring up to try and wrap themselves around the robot's treads...but Strange is already aware that's not going to be enough to hold the damn thing.
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The sprinklers are disabled and Strange feels great. The fire is his own now in a way that only the reflections have been before. The flames lick the outside of Strange's suit as well as his hands, not burning him at all as he directs them from tree to tree, setting as much of the farm on fire as possible. Ignatius is the Conflagration and right now, as he lays waste to as much of this damn farm as possible, Strange feels the closest to him that he's been in ages.
He's focusing on maintaining the flames, keeping them burning as hot and as bright as possible, drawing as much on that feeling of Ignatius's power as he can to freak out whatever's inevitably monitoring the place and to have them send more people or robots over that he can also burn as hot and as bright as possible. Of course, carnival members occasionally have to get through the Farm for other reasons or seek Mr. Swiss Army Magician out for things that don't involve pyromania. Strange is 100% not paying attention to anyone who's trying to get his attention. Might want to yell or throw something in his general direction.
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► TEAM FORTRESS
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'The teleporter in is past that hall- you'll want to keep it clear for the others. Keep the rest under the store front cover.
And so, they have their tasks. Rin is the second through, and Gongenzaka immediately sends him over to handle a guard of some sort- as one of the few with any magical power, he'll be the most capable of keeping himself defended despite the suit. Even limited fire power is something, and if anyone unpleasant starts coming through the teleporter in the first few moments of 'setting up', he's to set a wall of fire and call back for help.
But until then Gongenzaka focuses on helping everyone out from the water and up to the store-front area, hidden from apartment windows and skypassages by various roof-like structures over the top. He sets them up from a distance- loosely giving orders until someone says 'that was everyone, the others are staying to distract the Technicians' (or something along those lines).
At that point, he joins the group and speaks. "We are here, with a most important duty," he emphasizes to them. "For while those outside search for objects, and allies, or work to draw battle from us, we are to be their safe haven during and after. There are many among us, who cannot fight- however, with what power we have, we can defend. We can heal," he adds, looking to those with such experience.
"Those of you who feel you have the ability- we must keep watch near the entrance to this 'sector', the teleporter- both for our allies, and for our enemies. Should any Technicians come through, it is in our best interests to incapacitate them as swiftly as possible! Use non-fatal methods, unless they make it absolutely necessary, and if possible knock them unconscious so we can otherwise bind them," he adds- an instruction that had been given to the first few he pulled out, as he gently asked about for someone to find a way to cut the sheet Yukio had thoughtfully provided for the task.
(They were also told to take their clothes- but he'll explain that point to them in due time.)
"Most importantly," Gongenzaka emphasizes sternly, "No matter the technician, remove their visors as quickly as possible! It is their link to others in the facility!" It is with those words that he sends one more away to join Rin by the teleport doors, lurking in the hallway blade in hand. Later of course, Joker will be temporarily swapped with Tanyuu for the purposes of cutting suits with a blade...but that is later.
This is now. "As for the rest of us..." Gongenzaka begins. "Yukio is watching from above, and will be firing upon any guards who slip too close to where we are. Our best option to help him, is to carry such victims back here with us- tie them with the others, and take their visors as with the rest. We cannot allow them to leave, or call for help," he adds firmly. And quietly, he doubts it would happen this soon- between the massive distraction going on in the farms, not to mention elsewhere, even Technicians summoned by alarm from the apartments will likely pass them by.
No one needs to buy soap at a time like this.
So Gongenzaka continues his order. "Relating to this matter- Yukio has shared with me that the suits we presently wear have a shocking device built within; we must find some method of removing these, before it can be turned against us," he warns. "...In perparation for this...we are also removing theirs," the fox-like beast coughs, and a number of thin blankets acquired from the cells are used to cover the poor slumbering Gammas in the meantime. "...But until then, removing these suits is a matter of considerable importance." There are few things left to explain from there- and so Gongenzaka makes it quick. "While we work on such matters... Those of you able to heal, or offer medical assistance- keep watch for any who come in, and be prepared to bring in the injured. Beyond this, we remain together, and focus on staying safe!" he barks seriously. "Remain in sight- do not wander! And, additionally..."
With an almost violent point, Gongenzaka brings their attention toward the shop. "Do not steal from the shop!!" Does he have a reason for this beyond honor? Yes, actually. He has no idea what shoplifting will do to the alarms. And they've come too far to have it all ruined because someone decided to play with one of the soaps.
Once things are settled, he appoints certain responsible sorts to keep watch from the shadows of the store front- eyes open to whatever Yukio might take out in the future, as well as to any of their own coming in. Others still are simply left to keep some morale going with the lot unable to really do anything but simply wait at present...with the added reminder between all groups to see what can be done about removing the suits.
From there Gongenzaka focuses on two things- patrolling quietly between the store front and the Teleporter hall, sticking to the shadows of the various waterfront bridges and trees where he can in order to hide his otherwise enormous size...and helping to secure the technicians currently felled as they question how to remove these suits.
It's not been very long, since all of them awoke and were broken from their cells.
It feels like it's going to be a very long day all the same.
[[OOC - Due to the unique set up for Team Fortress, this initial tag will be used to 'set the scene' so to speak. Gongenzaka's tag-in below will start the mega-thread focused on establishing various initial goals within the first half hour of the morning.
Otherwise, people are free to make their own threads at the storefront assuming it's relatively safe within that area- try to avoid threading too far into the day until other megathread results come in however!]]
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Closed to Childermass
Once chance, and it is chance. He takes s deep breath, reminding himself he's been part of more poorly executed plans before and succeeded.
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Well, and now he's appearing in Syrlya's cell without any warning, though he should be expecting him regardless. He won't say much, just offer him his hand.
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CLOSED TO PAPYRUS
He started off alone. As the first test subject to arrive in Delta, the process of receiving his implant was done privately, and his training was done mostly with strangers whose real names he'd never know. He ended up back in one of those pacifying little apartment spaces that staff were apparently granted, wondering what he was supposed to do now.
He spent most of his free time reading anything the higher ups would let him, trying to familiarize himself with every drop of information that was now at his disposal. What machinery he had access to. The layout of key features on the map. The basics of the Mother's technology, and the way it was interfacing with the test subjects that had only recently been his companions. He didn't know that any of this would ever pay off, but he was cornered, and his brain was the only thing he could count on. Without his magic, he felt like he had nothing.
And then it got worse. First, it was taking people's Names. It was no one very familiar, no one he had a personal connection with, but he could feel the absence of it in his mind, and he was asked to write note about the subjects distress. He did, but he felt that he was biased. He couldn't really write what he was seeing when all he could think of was the harsh memories of what that lost absence of himself had felt all those months before.
But, he persevered. He was good at being inscrutable. The memories stung and paralyzed, just like they had during the Wyld Hunt, but he was starting to understand the nature of the beast. As Papyrus had said, it was reasonable to be afraid of such difficult things.
Then came the thing he really couldn't deal with, though. When he saw his brother's subject number come up as a mandatory trial.
He already knew about the death trial - he now had access to Papyrus's trial history, much like everyone else in the test group. The idea that they'd bring him in again, after all that... he doesn't know what it's going to involve at first, but he finds out. Mostly because the other technicians ask him a bunch of questions about monster physiology, and he's forced to just nod his head and comply, pretending like there's nothing wrong. Always trying to pretend like this is fine, like there's nothing wrong. Nothing's ever wrong.
He doesn't get the full picture of the process, but he knows knows enough to feel sick. They ask for his contributions to the magical science of it, because he knows way more about monsters than the Mother did at this point. So, he finds himself with two options: play dumb and try to stay uninvolved for his own sake, or go all in and try to save Papyrus from one of the 'unsuccessful' modifications he's seen so much about.
He ends up doing the latter. He shares the practical knowledge he has, knowledge that might spare them from pushing too hard. They ask him to observe the trial as it goes, to watch for signs of the new 'defenses' being rejected. He does that too. He feels completely disassociated. He says things reflexively, moves mechanically, and is more stuck in his own head than he's ever been. Mind control has nothing on the sheer weight of contextual duress. At least if it was mind control it wouldn't be his choice.
After that trial, he nearly loses it in the not-quite safety of his own living space. When it ends up being only a few days before the breakout attempt goes into action, he can't help but feel it's unbearably cruel. So close to being spared of this. It had been so damn close.
When the first signs of unrest start, he leaves his Delta living space, and walks straight for where he knows the cells are. People are going to be getting out, and he's one of the only people that can get access to where they need to go. But, there's something he needs to do first.
He sees Papyrus among them and he stops all together, just staring through his visor, the black devices covering all of his eyes, the Delta uniform unsuited to him. He saw him before, on the field, but there may as well have been a glass wall between them. Now... there isn't. But he kind of wishes there was.
-future- tags won't match, but i needed to set myself the tone a bit too
So when a couple days passed, and a few others got promoted and none of them seemed to make contact either, Papyrus initiated a conversation with his brother. Was this some kind of Manor or Harbinger situation, he'd asked, or was Sans just working hard? And Delta-701 had replied brusquely and impersonally, directing the zeta - by designation - back to work. With the visor covering Sans' eyesockets there was no way to tell if he'd winked a signal, and he certainly hadn't done anything as obvious as nod his head. There'd been no clue, and that was frightening enough on its own.
But, unpleasant as it was, it was fine because Papyrus could hold out hope that Sans was doing as Papyrus had encouraged him to do - work hard at stuff he was better suited to, like thinking and snooping and keeping secrets, gaining enough trust to find something useful.
And then it wasn't so fine, because technicians had brought Papyrus to a trials room for something much more complicated than a check-up... And he'd seen Sans among the anonymous figures monitoring him. Not slouched and miserable, but standing and attentive, talking - answering questions, probably - as they put Papyrus through a lengthy process that coated all his bones in some metallic substance that felt not-quite-him, but also part of him in some new ineffable way. Something he could hardly feel as separate, thick enough to muffle sensations from the rest of the world. It was strange and uncomfortable, though not painful, and...
And his brother continued not to approach him, not to talk to him. And that seemed to settle it. If the Prince of the Manor, an angry controlling hunter of a beast, could twist peoples' anger into obeying his will... If the Void, an emptiness resentful of existence, could twist people into fear and disgust at everything they'd ever loved... then it made sense that the Mother of Invention, a distant scientific researcher, could twist people into complete dispassion. Just like Sans had rebuffed him, without any of the old troubles or fears showing up. All signs pointed to Sans being gone, for the time being.
So when Papyrus sees his changed brother silently standing there staring, when everyone's in the beginning of the escape plans, he holds his hands up placatingly.
"Uhhh, I'm just.. on my way. To where I'm supposed to be. Don't mind me, Delta... whatever your number is?" He winces a little, because that doesn't sound like a person who's being attentive to the instructions of the technicians at all, but what else can he do if his brother is about to sound the alarm?
now we can both calm down a bit lmfao
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REIRA | OTA | TEAM FORTRESS (STAFF STOREFRONT, 20+ MIN AFTER BREAKOUT)
'Cut these into strips, take off their clothes, and tie their wrists and feet'.
Cutting sheets is easy- Reira does so while other people handle the clothes and bodies deal, simply handing long strips of sheet over as she shears the fabric with her teeth. It's not long after this that Joker is getting people gathered about to hack at them with a sword of all things.
Apparently it's the only thing that's worked on these suits. Or. Well. Was. At one point, more people arrive- through the teleporter even, rather than the water. Ignatius, and a few of those who saved him, come to try and recover. Certain bundles of magic are given back, and Reira quietly feels her own sense of the emotions around her fade, before another sword is brought forward for the task of cutting suits free.
Which is exactly how she ends up with a bunch of chunks off the top and the arms in particular, before she's handed a stolen set of leggings and a long robe-like vest (from the 'normal' technicians, best she can tell), and told to...
Do her best.
She has to cut the shirt sleeves a bit so she can get her arms in. Well. A lot actually, but over all it's rather like a dress. A spare sheet strip is in the set of clothes she's handed, and she uses that to tie the leggings about her waist before rolling the cuffs up.
...Rolling them...about as far as the knees could be, on the original owner.
It's the best anyone can do after all.
It's when she's finally getting that suit off in the first place, peeling it down like a soaked wet-suit (except tighter, more like being stuck in something perhaps), that she sees... That.
The screen goes a little dull and orange with the mild alarm and confusion. The colours shift slowly, as do her emotions. She pokes at it, feels about the frame, and stares some more.
And quietly, setting the shirt back down, notes that even with this there's a faint glow to be seen from under the fabric.
So that's what they did, she thinks dully.
She walks back out in her temporary 'new clothes', and takes a seat on a bench to sit. Not moving until someone comes perhaps a bit too close to ignore.
The screen never changes in response to other's emotions, notably.
Her empathy was blocked, after all. Right now it's only showing her feelings.
[[OOC - For those on other teams regrouping here, make sure to note about how long in the escape is when you tag- I just want to make sure to keep track of that kind of thing...]]
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Once that's dealt with he returns his magic to Ignatius, and then from there it's just checking in friends and waiting. When he spots Reira, he makes a beeline for her. There aren't a lot of injuries to go around, and that's good.
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GONGENZAKA | OTA | TEAM FORTRESS (STAFF AREA, 20+ MIN AFTER BREAK OUT)
Thank you, swords and care.
Now, he sits near the entrance to the store front area. Just as before, their guard must be kept up- but with those from Team Rescue around, they have a far tighter guard again. Not to mention, it doesn't really feel like any technicians are actually planning to come after them anymore...possibly because of the fire in the farm.
Not that he expects that to go out of control.
Having passed Ignatius' power back to the fae, he simply closes his eyes and breathes. In, and out...the leaves on his back rustling with every breath to frame what almost seems like a carving in his bark.
...In fact, there is one- like a roaring tiger, swatting at the hole through his chest.
It's rather beautiful, except. Well.
Since when did Gongenzaka have that?? (Since Shabon, is when.)
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"Gongenzaka!" Yuya circles to his front, and this is probably distracting.
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Peridot | OTA | Team Fortress, after the rescue team returns
If you don't need any of those things, she may approach you and ask if you happened to notice what direction Steven went in. She's getting noticeably antsy about his absence.
Rita | OTA | Team Fortress, 20+ minutes after breakout
[a - observation]
After getting herself oriented here, Rita might be seen just standing around, seemingly looking at something through her visor. If she's especially occupied, she might not notice someone approaching. It may not even be the visor distracting her; she may also be found standing alone, staring at a group of bound and visorless Technicians from a distance with a ponderous frown. Or, she may be watching Ignatius as he rests from a distance, with a similar-looking ponderous frown.
[b - acquisition]
At some point, one might notice Rita interact with a device in the shop they're holed up in, causing a slot to open and a plain-looking box of chocolates to slide out. Rita takes the box and finds a spot against the wall to lean, where she loiters for a while, occasionally popping chocolates into her mouth. If she's stuck waiting around until the next phase of their plan, then she might as well make the most of it.
observation!
Though, as Rita's watching him, he can at least press her for details about this whole thing. He walks up to Rita, gives her a nod, then turns his attention back to Ignatius. "I should have been with you all" he simply says. "Let me guess. Syrlya was the one leading the charge?"
That selfish stubborn asshole. Strange is so pissed at various carnival members right now and is barely hiding that anger under a neutral expression. Pressing for details shall happen after he vocalizes his displeasure at this whole situation.
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BEAUTIFUL ACQUISITION,
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CLOSED TO POKEMON AND POSSIBLY YUYA
He has a bit of his power and the two Pokemon that Peridot lent him - Stumpy and Noodle. Of course, he doesn't have a great idea of where his gem is, at all, besides a knowledge of where it was taken in the first place. He heads in that direction as soon as he's swapped items with Peridot, starting with the two Pokemon in their balls.
Once he's among the rows of labs however, and finds himself a bit lost... he tosses the pokeballs to the ground, setting them free.
"Noodle - Stumpy - I choose you!" he says in a hush, trying to hide behind a corner.
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Relieved to be out of that stupid pokeball for the first time in days, the dragonair trills and bops her nose lightly on the top of Steven's head. Stumpy just twitches her antennae and looks nervously at their surroundings.
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► A DISTANT EARLY WARNING
There was a series of explosions, not long ago, that rattled the entire station. Now, something more insidious is happening. It will happen at the same time, to two individuals, in two different places: Yukio, set up in the staff area with his sniper gun, and Sans, collecting supplies from various labs rooms.
If anyone is there to see them, there will be a brief moment where their bodies seem to go rigid, and they grab at the implant on the backs of their necks. Then, just as suddenly, their bodies relax - perhaps falling into a posture that looks unfamiliar. They stop whatever it was they were doing and survey the immediate area, the look in their eyes blocked by visors. If they had removed theirs, they will quietly reapply it.
They will spend about a minute, heading to the nearest populated area and looking around, as distant as an impartial survey bot. They will ignore all distractions, unless they threaten to harm them. Then, they will speak.
► YUKIO BOT (GROUP THREAD)
"I should have known this batch would be fun," he says, with a lofty kind of air. "Your old master always made things so interesting."
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► SANS BOT (GROUP THREAD)
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Lambert lacks the advantage of a magic eye to tell what exactly has happened to Ignatius, and in any case, he rapidly has more pressing concerns than whatever new suffering being with the Carnival has inflicted on the fae now. Caught off guard, he doesn't even manage a shout before he's yanked through the water after Strange, spat out onto some other part of the sector's clean, sharp architecture.
Not that it remains clean for long when Lambert heaves himself onto it, coughing water. He's still wearing the Gamma's illusion, at first, but as soon as he can push himself to his feet he'll drop it, whirling to face Strange.
"Really?" he demands. "You're doing this now?" He's bleeding freely from where Strange's claws dug into him, the water sluicing off his body diluting the blood as it spatters to the ground. The reason for the illusion, or at least part of it, might also be a bit more obvious now: Lambert's naked, bolt-studded body and flesh-stripped tail on full display, though the most obvious change is the angular horns that look affixed to his head, less like horns and more like scrap metal and circuitry shaped to resemble them.
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"I don't want to do this! But the contract said I would kill you as soon as I get the chance to do so." And hey, he's got a chance now. When Strange talks, it's in a weird tone of voice: emotionless, but with a little bit of pleading. He really doesn't want to hurt Lambert and is struggling to gain control of himself and push past the magic of the contract...but the fact remains that right now, the contract is at the metaphorical wheel.
Strange murmurs a few words and thrusts out his hand towards Lambert. As he does so, he takes a few steps back. But the water of the pool they're in starts to rise up, attempting to wrap around Lambert and drown him, like Strange almost drowned earlier.
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► NECESSITY (MEGATHREAD)
It's only when that is complete that something will start burning its way through the wall connecting the Farm and the staff area. A long line is cut down through the metal, as trivially as a knife tearing through a curtain. More lines join it, cutting out patterns from the material, which yields under its touch - it's like the work of some kind of laser, except it bears no heat, and the glow it leaves is blue. Once it's done, several giant, mechanical arms will push the metal apart, as easily as pushing open a door.
Behind it is a massive robotic figure, easily thirty feet tall and with several external limbs applied to its chassis through a connection in its back, mostly in the form of a number of claw-like arms, more or less like a giant Dr Octopus. In the center, the is the artificial shape of a women, wearing a set of giant horn-like antenna.
She spreads her arms, holding herself aloft on her extra legs. She opens them in welcome to those that have performed so admirable. Smoke and steam from the farm pours in behind her, clouding the floor and partially obscuring her form.
"You've come so far, haven't you?" she says. "I think you've earned... my personal attention."
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Still, with Ignatius back after whatever it was they did to him, it means her magic's back ... which means Jackson's back (sort of) too! Eruka's in the middle of giving him a relieved hug, even if he's still smaller than he should be, when all of a sudden, the sky cracks.
Or, it doesn't, but it might as well be. Jackson promptly gets clutched tightly enough his eyes nearly pop out as Eruka screams, shrill and loud, pointing at the approaching figure as she babbles hysterically.
"SH-SH-SHE'S HERE!!!" Nevermind that everyone else in the place can hear the Mother perfectly well, someone's got to state the obvious. And what the hell, she's huge! How are they supposed to beat that?!
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Mid-Megathread Doctoring
West is starting to work on Yuya, and Yukio's taking a look at Gon, but if anyone else shows up they'll get treated as well.]
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But the reason he has it unsheathed is really so he can access his fire to help people.
He's checking on you, Yukio]
How's your leg?
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Yuya | OTA post megathread
Yuya doesn't rouse for a bit, until after the battle is over and the Mother of Invention is truly shattered. He starts to rouse in the makeshift medical area by the shop, which is basically just lying on the floor in one of the rooms with his shoulder and chest under bandages and bolts.
He stirs with a faint groan, immediately regretting when he tries to move and pain shoots through him. He yelps, his eyes snapping open as he cringes and tenses for a long second before settling back down. Tilting his head is... not great, his focus is a little dizzy, but it doesn't send agony through his body so he settles for just looking around the place.
He's alive. But it's gotten quieter.
[The Next Day]
Thankfully the combination of Herbert and Steven puts Yuya back on his feet a little faster, so by the next day he's slipped out to putter around the secured Delta area sluggishly with his arm in a sling. He's hoping to check on people in the wake of the remaining carnage he missed.
He gets a little distracted starting into one of the vending machines though, pressing his face to it as he stares at the snacks forlornly. He's supposed to be gentle on himself, but maybe if he shakes it...
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One of her wings remains bent in a painful-looking angle, and she's suffered quite a few scrapes and bruises, but all in all, Rita doesn't look too worse for wear.
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the next day
Re: the next day
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Wildcarding the Next Day
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Syrlya | OTA post megathread
By the time Yuusei brings Steven to Syrlya, he's fallen quite still, almost deathly so with his eyes closed. He tries to focus just on breathing through the pain, taking short, faint breaths against his broken ribs.
But when he gets a sense from his arm of him closing in, he opens his eyes and tilts his head to look at him.
"Ah, Steven," Syrlya offers him a strained smile. "Did you ever find your gem?"
[Bedrest]
For the rest of the day, and the day after, Syrlya will be stuck laying with the other injured, maybe (hopefully) with a blanket. Steven's plant and healing magic, and Syrlya's biology being quite predisposed to magic, mean that the worst of the internal damage--broken ribs and spine--are mending without leaving him physically crippled. It's still inadvised for him to be up and about, though, given the weakness of recent damage to his bones on top of bruising and mild bleeding. And as much as he hates to admit it, it still hurts to try and stand up anyway.
But he's not good at rest, and often when someone stops by the room or walks too close to the door he lifts his head to call out. "How are things out there?"
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Reira even has a bit of a job with the injured- just little things, like asking how they are, or getting them water, or something. Stuff she can do.
Naturally this also means that while she initially grins and prepares to call Syrlya's name upon her entry, the grin quickly drops as she blinks. "...I don't know. I just came here. ...It's probably okay though."
Reassuring...
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closed to Lambert
It had been a miracle at all that Lambert had shaken him out of his useless cowering to hand over the remaining iron knife and it'll still be some time yet before he really wants to go back among them, even if he doubts anyone will blame him. He's never been a fighter, all his triumphs tricks up his sleeve and last-minute escapes, and yet knocked aside and memories rushing back in a sickening jumble as he fled where Creation stepped...
It isn't a great feeling. He can still feel iron burning in his arm, the pressure of a scalpel cutting through is back, and the Void, which is the one he can't escape. He knew when the Mother of Invention had darkened the battlefield even when he hadn't been looking and it's at that edge -- one that no longer actually exists -- that he's perching as a crow, small as he can be.
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Sure, there are showers, but there's also a perfectly large pool of water there, debris-laden or not. He'll make his way over there, pausing to step through to egg space and retrieve a fresh set of bandages and disinfectant for himself to bind his wounds, and slip the texting ring and the shapeshifting ring back onto his fingers from where he'd stored them for safety. He should probably pass a message to Childermass to tell him to safe to come out, but given the state he'd been in, it can probably wait until he's cleaned up his injuries some and can pull the glamour back on him. He doesn't need to freak the magician out any more than he already has.
Lowering himself painfully down beside the water, Lambert sets the two iron knives aside and starts to wash off the dirt as best he can.
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Peridot | Post Megathread, OTA
In the immediate aftermath, she can be found near the tuck shop, resting in her bat form. Being smaller and fluffier makes it easier to get comfy. She's at least more responsive now, enough to check in on, but she looks gotdamn exhausted.
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It's only later, when he catches her shift more aware that he calls out from where he lays. "Peridot?"
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He never had any time to come to terms with things before the fight broke out, and now that the adrenaline is fading, he’s beginning to re-experience the sickening dysphoria that this new form is causing. It just isn’t right, and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to make it right. It felt off that entire battle, and even though it probably saved him from some of the Mother’s attacks...
It doesn’t seem worth it. He wonders if any of this was worth it.
If he could trade what understanding he’s gained for the life he had before, would he? He’s not sure. The fact that he isn’t sure makes him feel both a powerful longing and also an element of self disgust. Of course he’d just go for whatever was easier. Not like Gild. Not like Gild who made this choice forever ago, and has been living in this world without him. How dare she come taunt him now? To rub it in that he was wrong, that she was right?
It’s a while before Gild comes to find him. She emerges from the lingering smoke, having taken some time to calm herself and answer the crowd’s questions. This time Ignatius doesn’t run, but the way he sits there so brokenly doesn’t feel much better.
“Can we talk, now?” she asks. Ignatius doesn’t look at her. So many things are lingering in his mind, thoughts of the last few months, of how many times he believed he’d never see his family again. Yet, it ends of being her to come. The one that left him behind.
“Why did you come here?” he asks, stiffly. She makes a quiet, frustrated sound.
“Because I heard you were in trouble,” she says. “I know it’s been a while, and I know things are different, but...”
“But what?” Ignatius snaps, turning to look at her from his place on the ground. “I didn’t see you running back to aid me when we were in Winter’s damned prison. Torch died and you probably thought she deserved it for staying with me-“
“Don’t put words in my mouth, or thoughts in my head,” Gild says, in the kind of strained voice one uses when trying very hard to stay calm.
“I know that I was wrong,” he cuts in, no longer looking at her. “I was wrong to leave these mortals to such torture. To... To quietly let this go on. I know that now. But what was I supposed to do? Can you even tell me? To go, while not betraying everything... everything they...”
“I don’t know,” Gild says, wrapping her arms around herself, her voice soft. “I don’t want to fight you, Ignatius. That’s... why I came here.”
“Nothing I do will ever be enough,” he says hollowly. “You don’t have to tell me. I already know that I deserve this.”
Gild trails off then, not knowing what to say. She crouches down, her arms still wrapped around her, and waits, hoping that something will let her know how to go on. Maybe he’ll tell her to leave, maybe he’ll leave himself. She doesn’t know.
The silence presses on.
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She locates him before long, but that hunch of hers doesn't quite prepare her to find Gild crouched nearby. Her eyes widen, and for a moment, she considers turning around and walking away. But now that they're probably looking at her, it feels like that would be awkward, too.
"...Should I come back later?" she asks, folding her arms as she lingers at a short distance.
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closed to lambert
No matter where Lambert is, Strange finds him because he's a goddamn creep with no problem scrying for his friends. The arm that was splinted is now hanging stiffly at Strange's side. He approaches, lets out a little cough to tell Lambert that he's here, and then starts with the most innocuous question out the ten billion questions he's thinking of.
"Do you have enough power to open the egg storage area? There's something I need to retrieve."
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He’s roused from self-contemplation as he’s addressed, and his hand pauses, gaze refocusing on Strange after a few blinks.
“Yeah, sure,” he nods. He has a pretty good idea of what it is, knowing Strange, so he doesn’t ask. Instead, he activates the sigil to open the door and returns shortly with a familiar gem that he offers the magician. This is what he wanted, right?
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At a quieter hour of whatever passes for Polaris' day cycle, Rita's going to come across a Gamma sitting at one of the tables, steadily working on wolfing down a loaf of bread -- seriously, they're just holding it to their mouth and steadily chewing through it -- and alternating it with swigs from what's evidently a bottle of some kind of juice.
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So instead of continuing on, she just sort of ends up stopping and staring at the spectacle.
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CARLY | OTA
Being transported in Yuusei's arms is far easier on Carly than being transported on his back at the moment- largely because of her leg. One was snapped like a twig, and the other is at the very least heavily bruised with her tail, which means she's not going to be walking for a while.
At least not until some magic is employed. Normally she'd just float- but she's exhausted now, and reached her limit, which means dealing with the consequences of flying in a field of debris.
It leaves her a bit to think about.
It leaves her a lot to think about.
"...Yuusei?" she starts, but she stops just as quickly.
She's not sure what to say here, after all.
[Rest, Bed Rest, | OTA, IMMEDIATE AFTERMATH]
In the immediate aftermath of everything, Carly's on strict 'no moving' rules from the Doctor. Herbert's examination was about as quickly as he could afford, and when the verdict was in it meant splinting the broken leg while supporting the limbs that were otherwise incredibly tender.
She's pretty sure there was muttering about not being a vet at least once, but she's not paying it any mind. Instead, she looks out from the makeshift bed that's been set up at the storefront area, her alolan marowak finally released to join her at her side while she sighs.
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She sort of wishes they had paperbacks here. "Hahhhh..."
At least the pilfered couch cushions and mattresses from the apartments are comfortable.
[WILDCARD | She'll be dealing with a broken leg for most of the time in Polaris, but shoot!]
You've got no legs left!
By the time he gets there with Carly, there are others waiting to be seen by Herbert West, and with as severely limited a staff as usual, there's no point in waiting impatiently for someone to see her. He looks around the shop for somewhere that could even marginally be considered "comfortable," and from there he heads toward a corner and gently places her down.
It's here that he finally addresses the start of her comment. "...yes?"
When the loot squad returned, he spent what little time he had getting out of that goddamn suit. He'd already been tased once, and he wasn't particularly keen on it happening again. Take that as you will.
aaah SHE'LL BITE YE TO DEATH THEN
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sLIDES IN HERE FINALLY
YEEEEEEEEEEEAAH-!
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