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 Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 10:38 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 4:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 10:30 pm
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Harland Leander Belle was slow to wake-- that wasn't new. When he woke, he felt as though he had hounds at his heels, and he instinctively pushed into the pod as if he was shoving a particularly heavy door open to escape a pursuer. That was hardly the case, but it didn't stop him from throwing his entire body at it. Harland sucked in a breath to avoid cursing, his brows furrowed.
He didn't remember much, but what he remembered hurt like a-- "Now I may as well watch my tongue, pain's no excuse," Harland mumbled aloud, through still-numb lips cold from disuse. Details were rapidly and overwhelmingly slipping into his memory unbidden, giving him a headache bigger than he figured his entire country'd feel if you crammed it between his ears.
Making a second, gentler attempt at freeing himself from the pod, Harland noticed there were more pods-- pods everywhere. And, of most notable interest, someone sitting down doing a crossword. He looked a lot less disheveled than Harland felt. "Pardon my intrusion, but y'all wouldn't happen to have something for the pain, would ya?"
Where were his manners? Make a request, without introducing himself first? "I never have been so scattered in my life," Harland lamented briefly, with a flash of white, even teeth, "Name's Belle-- Harland Leander Belle. So am I alive, then, or have I come to pay a price?" Harland's accent was a mongrel amalgamation of different origins; it wasn't exactly immediately apparent what it was made of, but it was possible to pinpoint certain aspects of it if one concentrated.
Harland was remembering, more and more. There had been someone to recruit him, to offer him a better life. Of course he'd taken them up on it. What was the point of going slowly mad, thinking you were the only one, and finding every door shut in the path of your thirst for answers?
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 10:37 pm
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A click, a hiss, a rush of steam, and a billowing whoosh were the only sounds to alert Gale that one of the pods in the room was, in fact, opening. He stayed where he was, however, and watched it with a mild curiosity, waiting until its occupant had unfolded himself and stepped down, a head of pale hair and a warbling, lyrically confusing sort of accented voice rang out through the room.
<< Well here's a new one. >>
"No pain meds," said Gale. "Except Asprin back at my house, which is a little too far away and a little too inconvenient right now."
He pulled the crossword puzzle off of his clipboard to reveal beneath it a roster list of all podded hunters. Gale's eyes flickered to the number on the side of this guy - Harland Belle's - pod and after a moment, he carefully marked AWAKE in a scrawling, loopy handwriting.
"You're alive, Mr. Belle," said Gale, and stood. "Unfortunately, you might not be so happy you are after all."
He stuck out a hand.
"Gale Gentry. Welcome to Deus Ex Machina."
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 11:24 pm
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Harland blinked at Gale's explanation that there were no pain meds; he had been thinking more along the lines of something warm, maybe something to eat, hadn't he? He wasn't really sure, now. He just felt an intense need to be comforted, and he wasn't even sure why that was. "Another time, then," Harland joked, flexing each muscle carefully, testing his body to make sure it was in one piece.
Why did he feel like he should be torn apart right now? Nosy as ever, Harland tried to peer down at the list, to scan it and see what it was Gale was looking at. "Really nice set of documents you've got there; what're they about?" Harland asked, again in his weird shifting accent.
He paused, and smiled broadly, reaching a hand out to grip Gale's firmly in response. "Nice to meet you, Gale Gentry, and I suppose we'll see what happiness there is to be had once I remember how I got here," Harland suggested, effortlessly optimistic now that he was actually becoming more alert. A brightness returned to his gunmetal-green eyes: they were so pale a shade of green they seemed to be dull silver by some angles. He surveyed his surroundings as though mining them for every last detail, filing the information into his brain.
Making a mental map.
Details accumulating.
Gale Gentry, Aspirin at home, Deus ex Machina.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 10:38 am
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"You can find some medicine in the Infirmary if you really need it," said Gale, a little dryly, and flipped another sheet of paper onto his clipboard, making a few illegible marks in black pen. He held it up at Harland's question, dangling it for a moment.
"Pod info. Stuff about you," Gale said, and lowered it again. "I'm the hunter on duty right now, and it's my job to monitor the pods for newcomers that awaken. You're the first today, though I've heard there were several in the past few days."
He smiled a little, though it was slightly strained. "You'll remember soon enough," he said evenly, and made a few more notes on his clipboard. "I have you down here for...let's see...oh, you'll be in Death. That's my division, so I suppose I should warn you that the Death Division leader is a complete git."
This was said with an entirely straight face, Gale finally setting down the clipboard. "Not to worry you or anything," he added. "Just giving you a heads up so you're not surprised or anything. You'll first want to go find your weapon, though. That's in the Dark Cove, just on the edge of the facilities and underground."
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 1:49 am
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Life sputtered into blue eyes as the pod hissed with steam, water evaporating quickly when it hit the air. The pod door lurched forward, careening and wheezing with the effort it took to open. It would've been her lot in life to get the old creaky pod that didn't work quite right.
Light was the first thing she registered. Namely being the fact that it was way too goddamned bright. So instead of stumbling, fumbling around, she instead just laid in her pod attempting to adjust to both the light and the ridiculous numbness her body was experiencing. Was she dead? Game over?
Sputtering shapes came into view. They certainly looked like people, if people looked like fuzzy blobs of color, where the colors bled into the eye shattering light. She could just see the title menu now, asking her to continue or start a new game. An opening cutscene, then an annoying pop up box telling her that moving the analogue stick would move her around, as if every game didn't operate that way.
She decided to test such a fallacy by taking a tentative step forward. Unfortunately for Chel, the atrophy in her muscles left absolutely no support for a body such as hers, and she went tumbling straight into one of the figures. A wonderful way to start the game.
iloveyoudie sorry im the slowest slow to ever slow
inle-roo y'all can pick who she fell on /sparkles
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 5:41 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 1:41 pm
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