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Wilderlands Mods ([personal profile] wildermods) wrote in [community profile] wildermemes2018-02-23 05:15 pm
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TEST DRIVE ※ 1


TEST DRIVE ※ 1

The spirit of the Green needs defenders but the game of fate it must play makes it so that its plans are like a garden, always in need of careful pruning. Only certain individuals are capable of living a life of adventure -- and even many who are may not be the heroes the Wilderlands needs.

The only way for the Green to be sure is by providing a test -- and as far as tests go, this one's a doozy, because the situation is real. There are countless conflicts all over the Wilderlands that are in need of intervention, so the Green tosses you head first into one of them with no warning or explanation. During it, you may perhaps run into others like yourself, thrown in over their heads -- or into others that came before you. Either way, your only chance of getting through it is to work together with whatever other unfortunates you find.

Welcome to the wilds, hero. Good luck with that whole 'deadly peril' thing.


THEY'RE TAKING THE PCS TO ISENGARD!

Once a force for good, the wizard Saruman has grown a little too big for his britches. Now he wants to be a major player in the Wilderlands and has poised himself against Sauron and the Unfinished Princess. To aid him in his aims of conquering the new world he's built an army of monsters, and through magic and sinister breeding practices he's engineered his orcs into fearsome super orcs known as Uruk-hai. From Saruman's tower fortress of Orthanc, his armies are setting out to conquer the world, plaguing the nearby lands of Gondor, Rohan, and Oz. Among Orthanc's neighbors, it is the Ents of Fangorn Forest, towering tree creatures, who have decided to descend on Orthanc itself to stop the menace once and for all.

This is where you come in. For you see, Saruman has sent out hunting parties to search for those who have been touched by the Green. For some unknown and sinister purpose, he wants you captured and brought to him. Armed with a charm that allows them to detect when they first appear in the Wilderlands, his Uruk-hai warriors are searching high and low for newcomers like yourself brought in by the Green's will. That's how some of you find yourselves captured almost as soon as you appear in the grasslands of nearby Rohan, dragged to Orthanc against your will, arriving there just in time for all hell to break loose.

Meanwhile, some of you avoid orcish capture, and are pulled in mid-battle, thrown head first into the deadly storming of Orthanc itself. Regardless of the circumstances you find yourself in when you arrive, it's certainly a wild entrance.


SCENARIOS

A. ESCAPE CAPTURE
The orcs capture you not long after you arrive in the grasslands of Rohan, surrounding you as if they were searching specifically for you. Before long your wrists are bound and they start marching you towards the fortress of their master, arguing about you the entire time.

"There's no time to kill them properly," says one. "No time for play on this trip."

"That can't be helped," says another.

"But why not kill them quick, kill them now? They’re a cursed nuisance, and we're in a hurry. Evening’s coming on, and we ought to get a move on."

"Boss's orders," say a third voice in a deep growl. "If any touched by the cursed Shikliss show up near our hunting parties, they are to be captured and brought back alive as quickly as possible."

They spend a lot of time arguing over whether to torture or kill you now (or later). Lovely. But at least you're not alone. There are other captives, like yourself, and in quiet moments, you may have a chance to talk to one another, comfort one another. And either because of infighting amongst themselves, or the chaos of battle (if you arrive at Orthanc in the middle of it being stormed), you may have a chance to break your bonds and help each other escape, too. There's a battle to be fought -- or you can make a run for the woods of Fangorn. Either way, any choice you make can't make things much worse.
B. FIGHT THE URUK-HAI
A few of the Ents, glad for potential allies, are willing to briefly stop their fighting and explain the conflict you've found yourself in, one against a wizard and his deadly forces who have brought death and destruction to the nearby forest and surrounding lands.

"Hrum, hoom, root and twig, very odd timing you have indeed," says Treebeard, leader of the Ents. "Arriving in the middle of a battle you barely have time to understand. Do not be hasty, that is my motto, but you have found yourselves with a hasty decision to make. We would be grateful for your aid, hasty though it may be!"

If you decide to aid them, you'll find yourself facing fearsome Uruk-hai orc warriors, dangerous siege weapons, and orcs riding terrifying, giant, wolf-like wargs. Some of you may find yourselves retaining powers from home. Others may find themselves with new magic or summoning magic weapons for the very first time. Yet others may find themselves still -- or newly -- powerless and will have to pick up what weapons they can find and hope for the best. Either way, you only have two choices: fight against Orthanc
or run for the trees. (And hope that those don't swat you, either.)
C. BE METAL
You can only see if them after you've seen your first death on the battlefield -- or if you've already seen someone die back home. Though intimidating, these skeletal, flying horses are not evil, but they are beings of death and that means they've flocked here because of the dying. At heart, they're noble creatures, though, willing to help those in need, and can seat two at a time.

If you and one of your new allies needs to try to make a run for it, they'll fly you away from the battlefield. Or if you want to look like you're something straight out of a heavy metal album cover, you and that same ally can ride a thestral and attack your enemies from the air.
D. SAVE SPROUTLINGS
Saruman hasn't only been experimenting on orcs. He's kidnapped some very young and innocent spirits of the Green to explore the Green's power through painful experimentation. In the chaos of battle, these sproutlings have managed to escape, but because they're not much more than children, they need help getting free of the battle before they're killed. Characters may find these tree spirits (mostly young leaf spirits known as koroks) running for their lives and struggling to get free of the battlefield. Someone needs to get them to safety in the arms of the Ents; your characters might be their only chance.
E. SURVIVE THE FLOOD
The Ents are going all out in this battle, and that means the nearby dam has seen its last days. As water comes rushing into the flat plains around Orthanc, you'll have to find a way to survive the flood. Fortunately, that's a lot easier to do with a new friend. Perhaps you'll find flotsam you can help each other cling to until the water dies down, or maybe you can help each other climb a friendly Ent and chill on its shoulders until the threat has passed. The more unlucky among you may have to help each other fight and climb your way up through the wood and metal walkways of the orcs' many war machines and battlements; only at the top are you guaranteed a way to keep above the deadly currents.
F. SMOKE SOME DANK KUSH
It's over. The battle has been won, most of the orcs are dead, and Orthanc has been swamped. The only way to stay dry now is to sit on top of abandoned war machines or buildings. There's a cluster of them around some kind of supply storehouse. Sitting up top on that storehouse are two strange, curly-haired young men - they look fully grown and yet are the size of children, have furry feet, and seem quite content where they are, sitting and eating and smoking their pipes. They're too far to have a conversation with, and those currents are still a little too dangerous for your character to risk trying to get over there, but at the very least, the two are trying to be helpful.

Rather than just keeping everything for themselves, in between eating and smoking their pipes they keep climbing down into the storehouse. Each time they do they come back up with sacks and small barrels, and toss them out to the other people in the buildings around them that are sitting on their various perches. (For such tiny people, they have surprisingly good throwing arms.)

In those sacks and barrels are small supplies of food and beer and wine -- and also small bags of some kind of tobacco and rolling papers. The leaf smells sweet and a little...herbal. Due to some interesting magical interbreeding of flora, Halfling pipeweed isn't just a form of Nicotiana like it once was. They now cultivate entirely new strains of "pipeweed" and mix it in with the old. As a result, if your character partakes they may find themselves, er... mellowing out a little bit. It's not enough to get them high but it is enough to make them relax and feel a little less high strung and a little more like themselves, after all that stress.

It also makes that food look extra appetizing. But hey, it's pretty appetizing on its own after that fight, even if your character decides not to smoke.
G. FREESTYLE
There are other things to do during all the chaos. Perhaps when things die down, you tromp through the swamped wreckage, scavenging for things that may help you in this brand new world. Or maybe you decide to fight alongside the dark forces and have to deal with the aftermath of choosing the losing side. The choice is yours!

OOC INFO

This TDM is locked to beta round invitees only. The game will be open to everyone in April, but it's undergoing a beta test round with a short plot to test out the power systems. For this first round, the game is invite-only, locked to individuals who've had access to see an invite announcement from the head mod. This is because if the powers system needs tweaks to balance it better, the mods may have to ask players to revise and resubmit powers. So the mods are starting with a group they know will be comfortable with that. After this TDM, future TDMS will be open to everyone.

Potential players can use this as a standard test drive and may use these threads as their log samples. However, at least one post in their thread must fit the requirements for apps, both in length (200 words) and in quality. If you do plan on using a thread as a sample, please make sure the writing throughout your threads is a good example of your writing skills and has some solid examples of the character's voice.

Potential players can opt to keep these threads as game canon when they app in, or start over fresh, based on preference. The magic bringing them to the game universe can fog their memories, if players don't want their character to remember TDM threads when introing into the game.

Apps for beta round invitees open: 3/1/18
invisibleheir: (King of Knights)

Arturia Pendragon (Saber) ♦ Fate/

[personal profile] invisibleheir 2018-02-24 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
B. THE LEGENDARY KING OF KNIGHTS!

[ Whatever is happening here and however she's been dragged from the side of her Master and her friends, Arturia is certain of one thing: she has to fight. Whatever magic has brought her to this place has made her a target for this creatures (orcs she thinks someone called them) and she's determined to make a fight of it. Stretching out a hand, the air shimmers with golden motes of light as her weapon consolidates itself in her hand. Excalibur, shining and golden, blade as keen as ice. To her surprise, though, her armor isn't on hand--it won't appears when she wills it, leaving her in rather poor clothing for fighting a battle. But be that as it may, she's not one to shirk from battle. Saber adjusts her grip on her sword and steels herself for the oncoming orcs before glancing at the rough group of strange new allies she's joined up with. ]

Hold together. If they can't separate us it will be harder for them to use their numbers against us! We mustn't turn and run--that will be the death of us!

[ Her voice rings with a determined authority that suggests someone used to giving orders and being obeyed. Or at least used to being in charge of whatever situation she's in. As the Uruk-hai thunder towards them, she raises the word and prepares to strike. ]

E. Waters Rising

[ Arturia has been fighting hard, aware at the edge of her perception that the giant tree-things (Ents, right?) are in the process of doing something to help turn the tide of battle. When she hears the rumble and crash of oncoming water, she takes a moment to glance over her shoulder, then barrels away from the oncoming water, yelling to anyone near her. ]

Get to higher ground! Now! Hurry!

[ As she heads towards a rickety looking stairway that leads up towards the peak of a battlement, she grabs someone who looks a bit too slow by whatever is available (arm, collar, sleeve, whatever) and hauls them with her with surprising strength for someone who looks like a teenage girl and barely breaks five feet. Shoving at them, she urges them on ahead of her. ]

Go! Before we're all drowned!

F. Just say no


[ Arturia finds herself surprisingly hungry after all the strain and exertion that comes with fighting a battle. That's not something she's used to. Even if she enjoys eating back home, she's a Heroic Spirit, a Familiar. She doesn't need to eat, even if it's pleasant. Now, though, she feels positively ravenous. She waves back at her tiny benefactors and opens up the sack to begin rummaging inside. Bread, cheese, some sort of hard sausage, a ramekin of butter sealed with string and wax paper, a small jar of what looks like pickled eggs and another of pickled garlic--all good to make a post battle meal with. There's also a small barrel that when opened disappointingly holds only dried leaves with a sweet, herbal scent.

Arturia sighs and sits back, beginning to make herself a a slab of bread topped with butter, cheese, and sausage. Glancing over at one of her neighbors on her temporary island perch, she nods her head towards the leaf. ]


What do you suppose that is? It's not anything I've encountered before.

[ That said, she takes a big bite of her dinner, then sighs happily. Food! ]
Edited 2018-02-24 02:58 (UTC)
suckitblue: (8)

Simmons | Red vs Blue

[personal profile] suckitblue 2018-02-24 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
A. Knife to Meet You

[ He knows where he is. Simmons has been a nerd for far too long not to get this right. These are orcs, actual orcs, talking about Saruman, and oh my god this just has to be Rohan. Unfortunately, even though it makes part of Simmons's stupid fanboy heart sing, being right isn't all that great given what he's right about. Being a prisoner of orcs is authentic to the Middle Earth experience, sure, but oh my god does it suck. Of course Simmons can't just have a cool dream about being in the Lord of the Rings. He supposes it shouldn't surprise him too much, really. It's kind of his lot in life to be so close and yet so far.

At least it's a dream, though. Has to be a dream, right? And that means it's the kind of situation he might just be able to solve if he pays attention. It's not like real life, where stupid and impossible things just happen all the time.

So it was that when they stopped for the night and the prisoners were allowed to drop to the ground, Simmons took a minute to twist his left leg around to confirm one of his suspicions. The orcs hadn't known what to make of him (mostly his armor), and though it means they'd roughed him up more than most of the others (and his robotic arm isn't working so great right now), it also means they missed something.

The problem is between the state of his arm and the bulk of the armor, he can't twist himself enough to reach it.

He's going to have to rely on the person on his left, close enough to whisper to. ]


Hey, how're your hands doing?

E. An Inconvenient Trope

[ During the battle, Simmons wasn't entirely useless. He's discovered something new he can apparently do when he's upset enough: he can manifest golden chains of solid light. He has trouble doing it for long, or consistently, but it was enough to trip up orcs and uruk-hai in the melee. All things considered, that didn't go as badly as it could have.

Now, however, you're both on a raft of flotsam spinning crazily toward a definite cliche: the floodwaters are spilling into one of the open crevasses that lead down into the heart of Orthanc's war machine, a fall neither of you is perhaps likely to survive.

Simmons has an idea, though. ]


I think I can chain thing to that!

[ To aid his shitty descriptive skills, Simmons points with his working arm at a massive siege engine the orcs were building. It's too heavy for the flood waters to shift.

He's only going to have one shot at this. ]


F. I don't have a pun for this one, you're welcome.

[ It's over! You're alive! It's time to celebrate!

...Or to just kind of lay here on top of the scaffolding of an orc war machine. Simmons is doing that as he comes down off the adrenaline and starts noticing how much his entire body hurts.

The worst of it hit the arm without pain receptors, but he's still going to whine a bit anyway. ]


I can't believe I'm still alive but I'm dead.
noshadesofgrey: (02)

B

[personal profile] noshadesofgrey 2018-02-24 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh, be quiet!

[Another woman, roughly the same height, with distressingly pale skin and visible purple veins has a metallic fist to her forehead, the thumb reaching around the side to massage her temple, not that it's going to do her headache any good, but it's a habit by this point.]

Your little shot at morale is nice and all, kid, but you may as well be spitting in the wind with those of us who didn't sign up for this shit. We don't have time for Wartime 101, it's literally do or die.

[She doesn't exactly look enthused to be such a ray of sunshine, and in fact looks like she's seen a lot of shit - and just has a really unfortunate way of imparting what she knows.]
therevanchist: (•004)

A

[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-02-24 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[The brown hooded robe that's part of a Jedi's uniform is generic enough that Revan can pass as a local, especially in the dark. Simmons, on the other hand, is clearly not from around here, but when she opens her eyes from her meditative attempt to figure out why the hell the Force is ignoring her and looks at him, she doesn't react to his armor with more than a curious raised eyebrow, and that's because she doesn't recognize the make.]

Numb.

[She doesn't sound bothered, because that will correct itself in a hurry when she has a sword in her hand. Since her damned lightsabers don't work here, apparently.]
invisibleheir: (En garde)

Re: B

[personal profile] invisibleheir 2018-02-24 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Arturia glances sidelong at the other woman, her sword held in a guard position. There isn't really time to be bickering right now, but the attitude irks Arturia. She takes a half step forward and swings her sword in upward arc to slice an uruk-hai from hip to shoulder and then drops back a half-pace, parrying an incoming blow with an expert motion that seems to start almost before the orc lunges at her. Her return stroke does not miss its mark. ]

If you don't need such instruction, I'm glad to hear it. Others may not know what to do, however.

[ Arturia isn't exactly annoyed. More brusque and matter of fact. ]

And I am not a child.
noshadesofgrey: (06)

[personal profile] noshadesofgrey 2018-02-24 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Then they'll learn by doing. Whether it's their final lesson or not is up to them.

[She hauls back an arm, punching the nearest uruk-hai in the stomach with enough force to knock him back into several of his comrades, knocking them prone. Steam vents aggressively from her elbows in response, and she catches incoming weapons in both hands, scowling as she crushes them.]

When you get to be my age, almost everyone's a child by comparison.
suckitblue: (12)

[personal profile] suckitblue 2018-02-24 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Okay yeah, but still working, right?

[ He's just glad he got an answer. She was sitting there with eyes closed like that, she could've been in shock or something. ]
invisibleheir: (Wrong)

[personal profile] invisibleheir 2018-02-24 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Arturia cleaves another uruk-hai, Excalibur slicing through armor and flesh with disturbing ease. Her focus is almost entirely on the battle around them now, sword flashing as she moves with a fluid purpose from one target to the next. ]

It is better for them to be instructed so it is not their final lesson.

[ That sort of ruthlessness turns her stomach. ]
therevanchist: (•010)

[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-02-24 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Revan can sense the unhappiness rolling off him, but he's handling it well. A soldier, perhaps?

She shrugs a shoulder in response to his question.]


More or less. What did you have in mind?

[She's calm enough he might still think shock, but her gaze is focused and her posture is relaxed.]
suckitblue: (21)

[personal profile] suckitblue 2018-02-24 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Simmons tips his head away from her so it looks less like they're having a conversation. Be cool, Simmons, be cool. ]

There's a knife in my left boot. They missed it. But my arm's not working so I can't get it.
noshadesofgrey: (05)

[personal profile] noshadesofgrey 2018-02-24 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[There's the crackle of electricity along Black's arms as she tosses the remains of the weapons aside - she then pounds the ground with both fists, discharging a wave of energy forward, through the ground, knocking uruk-hai up and away.]

In doing so, we would have an extra liability. Possibly twice as many if you get helpers for every poor sucker that's stuck here. Trying to give them training wheels is just going to be a distraction, and then people are going to get emotional when it inevitably backfires.

[She snarls right back at an approaching orc, drawing her hand back, then swinging it hard horizontally to break the blade of the sword he's swinging.]

Better to have them fall back.
shipoftheseus: (bruh)

Phosphophyllite | Houseki no Kuni

[personal profile] shipoftheseus 2018-02-24 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
A.

[Phos has never been anywhere beyond their little island of mostly meadows before. They've never even seen any kind of people beyond their own little community and the silent, elegant Lunarians. So, yeah. Forgive them if they're a little too shocked by the new scenery and the monstrous new beings to evade these strange new foes. Caught so off guard, they're easily surrounded.

But for some reason, these ugly grey beast people don't seem intent on breaking them. They can talk, even, and that's a little mind-blowing all on its own. And among them are other strange-looking individuals, every bit as unusual to Phos but also clearly prisoners if all the bound wrists and whatnot are anything to go by..

So..:they go along with it, submitting as the monsters grab them roughly and bind their golden arms behind them. Whatever danger there is doesn't seem to be quite imminent, and they can't just abandon these other people to whatever fate has in store for them, or leave them helpless during whatever chaos an escape might cause. They'd decided they weren't going to get others hurt anymore. Seeing these people captive and being marched along towards who knows what, they can't help but include even them in that category of "others".]


Hey! Hey. [They keep their voice low, trying to avoid drawing attention from the hulking monster things. At least said things appear more interested in talking amongst themselves than listening to their captives. The monsters don't seem to notice Phos sidling closer to one of the other prisoners.] Can you understand me? I can help.

[They...certainly appear every bit as trussed up as their fellow captive, and their odd outfit doesn't really look like something that might have any tricks hiding in it. But they do sound pretty sure of themself.]


D.

[If you're fleeing the battlefield empty-handed, or have at least an arm to spare, you might suddenly find a little leaf spirit or two being shoved in your face by a shifting tendril of what looks like liquid gold. If you look for the other end of it, it appears to come from the equally golden arm of a slender individual a few yards away, running through the battlefield with the other arm held over the head as if to shield against flying debris and whatnot.]

C'mon, take it! Hurry up!

[They aren't particularly fast themself, but they sure are running in what appears to be a pair of high heels, the heels as gold and glinting as their arms. Goddamn.]


E.

[By some miracle, Phos navigated that whole mess intact and made it onto a high branch of one of the walking tree things to avoid the floodwaters. Perhaps they've crawled up beside you, sighing dramatically as they settle themselves onto the branch and apparently too worn out to even notice yet that they don't have this branch all to themselves. They're a strange sight in the middle of this mess, a delicate build in short shorts and weird heels, arms that look made of shiny gold, mint-green hair that appears somehow crystalline. They seem exhausted, if the way they sprawl across the wide branch is any indication.

Or, if you're unlucky enough to have been caught in the flood, you might find yourself suddenly plucked clear out of the water by a thick tendril of shifting, liquidy gold, its surface somewhat pliable but holding you firmly. It lifts you up above the churning waters to dangle before one of the Ents, its other end attached to the arm of a slim figure sitting in the tree's branches. Phos peers curiously at the person they've caught, a little frown on their face.]


Er. Hi?

[It was just the big ugly grey things that had been clear enemies, right? So this one is probably fine. But they leave the person hanging for a moment even still, uncertain.]


WILDCARD

((ood: Hit me with a prompt of your own instead if you want! Feel free to PM this journal or pester me at [plurk.com profile] tinybro if you wanna work anything specific out!))
therevanchist: (•013)

[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-02-24 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[She says nothing, and doesn't move. The knife does. Slowly, smoothly, it slides from the sheath on its own.

Sorry, Simmons, she's cutting her own bonds first. If his arm's out of commission, she's guaranteed to be the better fighter.]
invisibleheir: (All by myself)

[personal profile] invisibleheir 2018-02-24 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Arturia grunts quietly, spinning away from a charging orc before she neatly separates his head from his shoulders with an almost casual backhand swing of her sword. This isn't like fighting other Heroic Spirits or anything of the sort. But she also has limitations she's not used to having. That's... bizarre. ]

We don't have anywhere for them to--

[ She goes quiet for a moment as she runs through an orc that's trying to get around Black's side. ]

--fall back to. They have to fight. Sometimes that's the way things are. Better to encourage them.
suckitblue: (17)

[personal profile] suckitblue 2018-02-24 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ OH! Oh. Well, that works too. Magic's cool. ]

Wait, you mean you could've done that the whole time?!

[ He's not being loud, but man. ]
noshadesofgrey: (06)

D

[personal profile] noshadesofgrey 2018-02-24 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Black absolutely sneers at the korok. Getting involved in a fight that's not hers? That's fine, whatever. It lets her work out some aggression, lets her forget about how stupid this whole situation is, and keep from worrying too much about how she doesn't recognize anyone, or anything.

Getting some kind of...monster plant...kid thing shoved at her, with the assumption that she's supposed to protect it or whatever? No, she's not having that. And so, she reaches out with one hand, grabbing the side of the korok opposite her reaching hand, and shoves it out of the way - possibly knocking it out of Phos' grip and on the ground, if they're not quick to recover. She then steps around with an even more sour expression than before.]


I'm not a goddamn babysitter.
therevanchist: (•015)

[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-02-24 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
I was waiting until at least some of them were asleep.

[Because her blasted lightsabers won't switch on.

26th century military gear beats fantasy medieval rope, and soon Revan has both herself and Simmons free. She doesn't move her hands from behind her back, but clenches and unclenches her fists to get sensation back, the pain a welcome confirmation that there's no real damage done.]
noshadesofgrey: (02)

[personal profile] noshadesofgrey 2018-02-24 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[The gesture of Arturia's assistance catches her off-guard, but also incites her temper and makes her hackles raise.]

Don't waste your time covering me, whether you're trying to change my mind or not, you idealistic fool! Worry about your baby recruits!

[With one hand, she grabs the offending orc, and with a grunt, throws it at the nearest incoming enemies with enough force that it bounces up in the air on impact, giving a particularly gruesome display of viscera, given the wounds gained from Arturia's stabbing, and being roughly yanked off the blade.

Gross.]
shipoftheseus: (shitfuck)

[personal profile] shipoftheseus 2018-02-24 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Ah--!

[It does indeed smack the korok out of their grip, and Phos makes a surprised sound, eyebrows shooting up with shock. Grimacing, they lunge to catch the poor little leaf thing, their alloy stretching out and just managing to wrap around it. They stumble with the effort, but their other arm melts and stretches to the ground like a crutch to steady themself and they keep running.]

Wh--?! Just carry it to the forest! It'll get stepped on or something out here!

[Jeeze, what's the big deal?! They give chase, scooping up another of the sad little plant things they spot as they go. They don't have it in them to just ignore the little guys frantically trying to flee the battlefield on such tiny legs.]
konman: (016)

A

[personal profile] konman 2018-02-24 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[The young man that he's been tossed next to is a dirk squarejaw type who is, appropriately, wearing a shirt with a red Superman symbol on it. Said shirt is torn and a little bloody and he looks awfully cranky. They'd only taken him in after he'd put up a fight.]

Numb. They're actually numb.

[He says it like his hands have never been numb ever in his life and while that's not true, it's certainly true that they haven't been numb in a very long while. One of the many benefits of invulnerability is that getting your circulation cut off just ain't really a thing when barely anything affects your body.]

[The last time he remembers having numb hands was when he'd been in shock from, y'know, dying.]

[...Well, numb hand. Everything had been grown back and healed and been in its rightful place when he'd been revived in the 31st century, but his body had been fragged enough that he was pretty sure he'd lost an appendage or two.]

[But now his hands are numb and he's strong enough to really strain these bonds, but not strong enough to break them, and he can feel the fatigue in his legs from having been made to march, and he can't fly, and every time the orcs smack him it actually hurts.]

[In fact, they smack him again now, because of how he starts gnawing on the ropes with a "mrff." The orc that catches him at it kicks him in the ribs, then drags him upright and smacks him in the face, with an, "Enough o' that, you rat!" before shoving him back down again.]

Ow.

My hands are numb, just like that was 'ow.' [He hisses angrily.] It's not supposed to be 'ow.' Nothing's supposed to be 'ow.'

[But here he is, invulnerability gone, with a brand new gash on his face.]
suckitblue: (13)

[personal profile] suckitblue 2018-02-24 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
...Right.

[ He can't fault that, having done the same thing. Simmons stretches his operational arm a little, wishing he could massage the wrist. He eyes the orcs that are awake, hunched around the fire and grumbling to one another. They're not looking over here, but... ]

On a scale of one to ten, how quiet can you run?

[ It's becoming readily apparent that while he might be a soldier, this guy's relative calm isn't a sign of a great deal of competence. ]
wherenoonegoes: (Hiccup excuse me)

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III | How To Train Your Dragon

[personal profile] wherenoonegoes 2018-02-24 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
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"This was not what I wanted do today," Hiccup mutters to Toothless, who lets out a growl of agreement. They'd only decided on flying a quick patrol, just to make sure that the remains of Drago's army, or anybody else, hadn't gotten any bright ideas and decided to come after Berk. Fighting a protracted battle against an unknown foe, especially so soon after the last one, hadn't been even remotely part of the plan. However, the Ents clearly need help, and Hiccup is much more inclined to help them than a group of kidnappers.

Toothless blows apart a ballista with a plasma blast, before the pair dodge out of the way of a group of arrows fired from a wooden tower. The dragon fires back, taking down the tower and the archers with it.

"You alright there bud?" asks Hiccup, patting Toothless on the side and getting a somewhat ambivalent sound in response.

"Yeah, you're right, we really need to start getting rid of these things faster, Hey!" Hiccup shouts, giving a sharp whistle and waving over one of the fighter who'd chosen to mount the strange flying horses. "We need to take out the towers and the siege engines, otherwise the Ents and everyone else are going to be sitting ducks down there."
Edited 2018-02-24 05:43 (UTC)
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[personal profile] noshadesofgrey 2018-02-24 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Phos' stumble goes unnoticed by Black, who has one thing on her mind right now, and that's getting this stupid job done so she can find out where the hell she is and how to get back. This is being accomplished in the moment by gathering up the uruk-hai's admittedly crude weapons she finds on the battlefield, and chucking them at the orcs with deadly velocity and precision. She does turn back to the strange...jewelry person? What the fuck are they, now that she has a good look, and sneers again.]

I'm not a courier, either. If you're so worried, do it yourself!

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[personal profile] therevanchist 2018-02-24 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
Seven? Eight on favorable terrain?

[Wait, why is she even entertaining this question?]

I'm not leaving the others behind.

[She doubts the other captives can all run fast and long enough to escape trained soldiers. She likewise doubts that these...whatever-they-ares will be amenable to peaceful negotiation. That leaves one possibility, and she's just bad enough a Jedi not to be particularly sorry about it.]

Go if you want. I guarantee they won't notice you.

[Even by the dim light of a campfire, Revan's expression is clear, and best described as "smug grin."]
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[personal profile] suckitblue 2018-02-24 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sigh. ]

I'm not either, just... you know...

[ Making incorrect assumptions. That's what he's doing. Goddammit. ]

Do you have a plan?

[ Because if she's going to stick around and seems confident, she has to have a plan. Simmons is very fond of other peoples' plans, generally. Well. Sometimes. If it isn't Sarge.

They tend to beat the shit out of his, anyway. ]
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