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fracturarpg2020-01-02 10:39 pm
fracturamods) wrote in fracturarpg2020-01-02 10:39 pm
Entry tags:
- ! intro,
- ! mingle,
- - the space,
- 9s,
- akira kurusu,
- baren kumou,
- emma perkins,
- goro majima,
- hajime ichinose,
- hina hikawa,
- hunter,
- itaru chigasaki,
- jiang cheng,
- kangai,
- kino,
- lan wangji,
- lux crownguard,
- minako aino,
- minato arisato,
- mizuki okiura,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- okuni kumou,
- ookurikara,
- rouge,
- royce melborn,
- sephiroth,
- shinobu kocho,
- shuuya kano,
- souji seta,
- takaomi shishimaru,
- tsukasa suou,
- utsutsu miya,
- wei wuxian,
- wen ning,
- xie lian,
- yuri lowell
[mingle] the space (january).
interim mingle
( WELCOME BACK, TRAVELERS. )
There's nothing but the clatter of train tracks, and the odd feeling of almost floating.
When you wake, it's hard to tell exactly what it is that you're missing - only that you are. There are pieces that aren't quite right, even if you're not sure where those pieces would normally be. Pieces of what, exactly....? Well, if you had to put a word to it, it would be - yourself, probably. Or did you get something back recently?
The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. Though it just as easily seems that the only form of welcome or explanation that you have, comes from nothing more than a slab of marble. It might've changed since the last time you saw it.
You might have changed since the last time you saw yourself too - perhaps with a new emblem on your clothes, or a portrait on your skin.
There's no need to fret that much though. You've already gone through the ordeal once, and you might be able to see results from it. Even so, it's best that you don't get too comfortable, because there is still the unshakeable feeling:
There's still much more ahead of you.
When you wake, it's hard to tell exactly what it is that you're missing - only that you are. There are pieces that aren't quite right, even if you're not sure where those pieces would normally be. Pieces of what, exactly....? Well, if you had to put a word to it, it would be - yourself, probably. Or did you get something back recently?
The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. Though it just as easily seems that the only form of welcome or explanation that you have, comes from nothing more than a slab of marble. It might've changed since the last time you saw it.
You might have changed since the last time you saw yourself too - perhaps with a new emblem on your clothes, or a portrait on your skin.
There's no need to fret that much though. You've already gone through the ordeal once, and you might be able to see results from it. Even so, it's best that you don't get too comfortable, because there is still the unshakeable feeling:
There's still much more ahead of you.
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Hm? Alright...
[ He holds his gloved hands out, pinkies together. ]
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There! How's that? [The first bit to 9S, and then, to the paperman:] Be kind to your new friend.
[The paperman trots over and fondly pats 9S's nearest thumb...]
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9S tenses with surprise and confusion, his mouth dropping open, but he carefully keeps his hands stable so as not to disturb the little paperman as it gains its bearings. 9S is no stranger to things like remote puppetry, but only where there are electronics involved -- clear modes of technological transmission that are measurable and traceable. This, though... It's just paper, isn't it? There was that bit of red shock... 9S is hesitant to use the word, but perhaps that was true magic. ]
That's... amazing.
[ His voice is full of sincere awe. He keeps the hand the paperman is on steady and moves his other hand to give the thing a gentle poke. ]
Are you controlling it? Or is it... alive?
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Mm, not quite either! I can pass on directives - things like "grab that book" or "lead the way", and they'll move on their own from there. They're just extensions of the energy I control, though. If it's not dispersed, it'll fade on its own in a few hours, usually.
[Leaving just a sad little paperman husk behind... Tragic.
Being an extension of his own chaotic energy means they too are chaotic though, which explains why it seems to enjoy scrambling and hopping around.]
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[ That is a little sad. It's such a carefree little guy. 9S will keep the husk whenever the paperman does stop moving... A gift from a human isn't something he can just throw away. It can stay safe in his backpack.
For now, 9S lets it inch up his arm and go wherever it wants to go. Live fast, die young, buddy. ]
I have to say I'm impressed. I used to be able to do a similar kind of thing, but only with electronics. Your method seems more flexible.
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That sounds useful! Is that something that all, ah-- androids, was it? Something all androids can do?
[He makes a vague hand-flappy gesture, as if indicating The Entirety Of This Space.]
We don't even have electronics to use normally, where I come from.
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No, it's a pretty rare ability, actually. I was built specifically for it. Hacking into enemy Machines lets me extract all kinds of information from them. Or... it did, but I haven't been able to hack into anything since I got here.
[ He motions toward a nearby airplane because I guess they're on the tarmac now?? ]
Take that plane, for example. I would've been able to seize control of it from here.
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I see...! I think, anyway. [He's a quick study but the entire concept of technology and how information is stored in various pieces of it is still a LOT. He taps a finger against his chin, glancing toward the plane just chilling in the snowdrifts.]
Could you fly it from over here, then? What about things like - like lights or gameboys? [The two most important electric inventions...] Can you do that with any sort of technology?
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[ Though to be fair, lights and gameboys are both objectively good. ]
But you're right on the money. If there were lights or gaming consoles to be turned on, I was your android. Might still be, if you give me the right tools.
[ He carefully plucks the paperman off his head so he can look up at Wei Wuxian without fear of it falling off and into the snow. ]
How about it? Any technological problems you need fixing?
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[So yes. Yes, they are. Those and microwaves, top of his list of Favorite Technological Devices From The Future.
This all sounds so interesting, though!! The paperman reflects his enthusiasm, gleefully kicking its little paper feet even as it's removed from its favored perch.]
Hah, I wish that there were! I'd love to see that ability of yours in action. I don't think I have anything like that on me, though.
[Give him a second as he starts to pat down his robes as if to check... The only shit he pulls out are like, sharpies and churros and tiny plastic kazoos, though.]
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Are you sure you and Kano aren't related? Or do humans always keep weird junk in their pockets?
[ ... He eyes the sharpie, though. Points at it. ]
Could I borrow that, actually?
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Most do, of course! Where else would we store all of our things? Our talismans, our sticks of cinnabar, our extra sour gummy candies!
[Hm. That's more of a Wei Wuxian problem, maybe. The sharpie, though - he hands it over without fuss, head canting to one side curiously.]
Here you go. What do you need it for?
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[ But that's only because he doesn't have pockets so he might be a little biased...
He uncaps the sharpie with one hand and, having never actually used a pen in his life, holds it like a paintbrush as he raises it to the head of the paperman. ]
He seems like he could use a face. Hold still a second, little guy...
[ Or don't. 9S will attempt to bestow a visage on it either way, and there's no good ending in store here because he'll be shooting for the face of a certain friendo by the name of Emil. ]
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Anyway, Wei Wuxian watches curiously since no one's ever tried giving his papermen faces before?! The paperman seems to reflect his curiosity, largely sitting still. It pats its little paper hands excitedly against 9S every so often, though. It gets a FACE! How neat is that?]
—Goodness! [AND WOW WHAT A FACE IT IS. His brows shoot up...] Quite the artistic rendition of an expression, there!
[WHAT EMOTION IS THIS.]
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For better or worse, the paperman is rewarded for its good behavior with a steady-handed drawing of that wide-eyed, eerily grinning face. 9S smiles with satisfaction. ]
Thanks. Not half bad, if I say so myself.
[ He offers the sharpie back to Wei Wuxian. ]
Say... Now that it's got a face, it's looking a little naked. Wanna give it an outfit?
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Wei Wuxian might be soon too considering how much the finished product is making him laugh. THIS POOR PAPERMAN. It raises its hands to its face and pats its cheeks, swaying to and fro. At least it seems happy with the makeover...]
Ah, you're right, you're right! [He gleefully takes the sharpie and uncaps it while the paperman does a merry little jig on 9S's palm.] What sort of outfit would match a charming face like that? Something with a bowtie-- oh! No, we should give him a scarf so he stays warm!
[A BIG OL' SCARF with fat pompoms, which he proceeds to (try) draw(ing since the paperman rudely won't stay still for him).]
1/2
2/2
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No, no! Let me hear it! It's terrible, isn't it? Haha, but I guess it sort of fits, in a way.
[A TERRIBLE SCARF WITH A HORRIFYING FACE... The paperman taps its little feet, leaping up into the air and fluttering back down into 9S's hand. It waves its arms after it lands.]
What's that? You want some badly drawn mittens, too?
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Mittens, eh? I think I can do you one better.
[ He's gonna borrow the sharpie again... Mittens are fine, he guesses, but it would be even better if the paperman had weapons to defend himself with! His hands are round(ish), so it only makes sense to give him combat bracers. Round-shaped combat bracers... Round-shaped combat bracers...............
9S draws an Emil head on each of the paperman's hands. ]
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He's also openly just losing every shit he owns as 9S gives this poor paperman some hands from hell, oh my GOD. GOOD THING IT'S SO CHILL WITH ITS NEW LIFE AS A TRI-HEADED BEAST WITH A SEISMOGRAPH SCARF. It cocks its head to the side and waves both hands up at 9S when he's done drawing... Meanwhile, this wheezing fool just slaps his knees as he half-collapses from the force of his own laughter, god.]
Ahahaha—!! Oh, no-- Ohhh, my sides-- [HE HURTS.] Wonderful, that really is too, too good! Give me a wave too, would you?
[Obligingly, the paperman weaves its way over to 9S's fingertips and excitedly reaches out to smack both of its Emil head-hands against Wei Wuxian's extended finger.]
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Glad you like it. I think?
[ Once the paperman is done high-fiving (high-oneing?) Wei Wuxian, 9S plucks it up and deposits it back on his head since it seems to like it there. ]
Anyway, shall we keep going?
[ I have to find 2B, his thoughts whisper, a mantra never gone for too long. ]
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It's wonderful! I love it! I think that little one does, too. You do, right?
[He grins at the paperman where it happily perches on 9S's noggin once more, patting its little hands rhythmically against his head like a bongo drum. But ah - right, right. The search. His joyous amusement softens, and he hums out a little sound of agreement.]
Mm, yes - let's.
[And so they tried and failed to find 2B but at least 9S has a new little friend to wipe his tears away with his little Emil head-hands later...]