They glance down at the hammer. Well, no time like the present to see if it's even remotely a good weapon. Hopefully centrifugal force won't do anything to make the head go flying off. A foot of stick isn't exactly the most useful without the hammer part of the hamemr.
They look for an opening to strike, where they wouldn't accidently hit the woiman but maybe do something against a monster.
The safest choice here would be to focus on supporting her. While she seemed capable of handling the ones she was fighting herself, but it would definitely be a great help to pick off some of the other enemies. Glancing to a nearby monster, you let the weight of the hammer carry the momentum, shattering the crystalline arm of the enemy, watching as the fragments of its body dissipated into the air. The hammer remained sturdy as he rained blows upon the creature, eventually watching as the rest of the monster vanished into dust.
Looking at the scene around you, you could see the woman fighting off a monster, a group of civilians escaping behind her, but across the street, another group of people had been cornered
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late twenties - male - he/him
faceclaim: heathcliff (limbus company)
x x x
what do you see when you look around?:
trash. it's a junk heap of abandoned scrap and outdated electronics, towering up from the earth in a mass of hover cars and starships crushed together in a twist of strewn metal.
(forgive me for the massive delay in getting a sheet out, and feel free to save me on the waitlist if you're out of slots. i was struggling to find a character with the right appearance for the faceclaim haha. also, feel free to disregard the extra info i included in the view more section, i wanted to save the ideas i had for agustin, but this is you're game, and i'm going to roll with whatever you throw my way. <3)
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(All good! I'll let you join in since the post flow is slow enough for me to handle, your objectives are totally all good, it actually helps me give a little more direction to the story)
The metallic bed of scrap metal you lay in is not comfortable, but it doesn't hurt, the cool surface being smooth enough not to jab or prod you in any painful ways.
The air has an unpleasant smell of rust, burning metal and wires, and mud. You could hear echoes of creaking metal, and distant towers and heaps of scrap crumbling as the piles of rubbish tipped and shifted, collapsing under their disorganized weight.
Among the groans of metal, you could hear a much more rhythmic beeping somewhere not far away, the noise distinctly different from the disjointed sounds of metallic decay surrounding you
Jie
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Joined: 3/6/2021
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Posts: 650
Posted: 9/4/2024 at 7:48 PM
Post #33
agustin laugier.
Agustin blinks awake, breath coming out sharp at the movement. His good eye feels dry, as if he's spent the entirety of the night awake. His ribs throb dully with each passing second, as if he's fallen from above. Squinting above him and then below, he concludes that maybe he has.
Remembering the voice that'd been whispering to him, Agustin shifts despite his aches, luckily not worsened by the metal he's found himself on, eyeing the mound with the wariness of a man who doesn't trust something to hold his weight. Still, there's nothing else for it.
Agustin swings his legs over the side of the hill, pushing himself to his feet with the same motion that begins his slide down towards the source of the beeping. A circular route, of course; it's never good practice to let the unknown see you before you see it. Even having forgotten everything else, the knowledge of struggle stays with him still.
That and distant whisperings. His heart clenches when the name eludes him, and Agustin lets his hand wrap around one of the lighter pieces of scrap, knuckles squeezing pale around it as he attempts to loosen it from the stack before continuing on the way. It wouldn't do to meet someone or something new without some form of weapon, after all. And if the idea of violence is the only thing he knows to do with the pain in his chest, well, he's sure he has much worse waiting in front of him.
The bubble pops, light completely enveloping your vision. When the brightness finally faded, you found yourself lying on the ground, several other unconscious people lay around you in a line.
"...I've managed to find a secure room. I've brought all the injured I could manage with me, but I don't think I'll be able to get to the meetup location myself. I'll have to remain here until I'm able to be evacuated" There was a pause. "I'm unharmed, I can last quite a while, but I'm not sure everyone here will be able to..."
You look at the source of the voice, a young man. He was speaking into some sort of device as his eyes scanned the room, finally landing on you.
"...Ophelia, I'll have to call you back, one of them is awake" He said, lowering the device and approaching you, crouching down to be eye level with you.
"Hello, are you okay?" He asked calmly. "Can you tell me who you are, and what you remember?"
Ophelia... meetup location... Yvette concludes that she is either in the hands of a kidnapper or some sort of eccentric who makes it his hobby to collect people from Horizon of Existence-looking realms.
Yvette notices the man's gaze on her then and freezes, squeezing her eyes closed. After all, like a wise person once said, if she can't see him, then he can't see her. After a long two seconds, she cracks an eye open only to find the man still staring at her. She grimaces, dragging herself up into a sitting position with a marginally concerning series of cracks and pops in her back, and smiles like nothing happened.
"Hi! Weather's real nice today, eh?" And then, as if just remembering, she chirps, "Wait, right, your questions. Yes; no... actually, maybe, to your second question--you first, though; and, well, recent memories include water that wasn't really watery, a black hole that wasn't really... black hole-y, and some bubbles that were really not vibing with me."
She ticks off the questions one by one on her fingers and stretches out her limbs once she finishes, quickly checking that everything that she remembered being on her person is still there.
Arms, legs, hair--still miraculously in its bun... bag, bracelets, fingers... excellent, I've still got all ten. She doesn't bother riffling through her bag; it'd only make her more conspicuous in the eyes of her kidnapper-slash-saviour, and it isn't like she could list all its contents from the top of her head anyway.
Agustin blinks awake, breath coming out sharp at the movement. His good eye feels dry, as if he's spent the entirety of the night awake. His ribs throb dully with each passing second, as if he's fallen from above. Squinting above him and then below, he concludes that maybe he has.
Remembering the voice that'd been whispering to him, Agustin shifts despite his aches, luckily not worsened by the metal he's found himself on, eyeing the mound with the wariness of a man who doesn't trust something to hold his weight. Still, there's nothing else for it.
Agustin swings his legs over the side of the hill, pushing himself to his feet with the same motion that begins his slide down towards the source of the beeping. A circular route, of course; it's never good practice to let the unknown see you before you see it. Even having forgotten everything else, the knowledge of struggle stays with him still.
That and distant whisperings. His heart clenches when the name eludes him, and Agustin lets his hand wrap around one of the lighter pieces of scrap, knuckles squeezing pale around it as he attempts to loosen it from the stack before continuing on the way. It wouldn't do to meet someone or something new without some form of weapon, after all. And if the idea of violence is the only thing he knows to do with the pain in his chest, well, he's sure he has much worse waiting in front of him.
You take the piece of scrap by its blunter end, so you could brandish the sharp, broken metal for defense. You wandered in circles, carefully looking for any sign of life inside the heaps of metal while you tracked down the beeping.
As you wandered, the beeping become faster or slower depending on how close you heard it. When you finally found the source, it began beeping rapidly, but more surprisingly, there was a hand wrapped around it.
A young lady laid unconscious under a pile of the scrap, apparently getting caught under one of the collapsing towers, device clutched tightly in her hand as she laid on the ground, the lower half of her body pinned by metal debris
Ophelia... meetup location... Yvette concludes that she is either in the hands of a kidnapper or some sort of eccentric who makes it his hobby to collect people from Horizon of Existence-looking realms.
Yvette notices the man's gaze on her then and freezes, squeezing her eyes closed. After all, like a wise person once said, if she can't see him, then he can't see her. After a long two seconds, she cracks an eye open only to find the man still staring at her. She grimaces, dragging herself up into a sitting position with a marginally concerning series of cracks and pops in her back, and smiles like nothing happened.
"Hi! Weather's real nice today, eh?" And then, as if just remembering, she chirps, "Wait, right, your questions. Yes; no... actually, maybe, to your second question--you first, though; and, well, recent memories include water that wasn't really watery, a black hole that wasn't really... black hole-y, and some bubbles that were really not vibing with me."
She ticks off the questions one by one on her fingers and stretches out her limbs once she finishes, quickly checking that everything that she remembered being on her person is still there.
Arms, legs, hair--still miraculously in its bun... bag, bracelets, fingers... excellent, I've still got all ten. She doesn't bother riffling through her bag; it'd only make her more conspicuous in the eyes of her kidnapper-slash-saviour, and it isn't like she could list all its contents from the top of her head anyway.
The young man almost looked a little startled as she starts rambling, he lifts his device to his face, speaking quietly into it. "...victim 7 may have endured severe head trauma..." and lowered the device again, lowering himself to crouch in front of you
"My name is Sol, a traveler on the astral express. We're currently on the Recherche space station, orbiting a moon called Sybille" He explained gently, looking you over as if trying to assess any damage. "The station is currently experience an attack from fragmentum monsters brought on by a stellaron. The stellaron issue seems to have been resolved, but we're currently enduring the residual effects"
Whiterosealliance
Level 73
High Priest
Joined: 7/14/2018
Threads: 15
Posts: 1,976
Posted: 9/9/2024 at 5:22 PM
Post #37
Name
Ada
Approx age (appearance-wise)
26
Gender
Female
Appearance
She currently wears the long-tailed white coat of a doctor and a bedazzled name card attached to a sunflower lanyard. Dark, defined waves, brown skin, and a pretty face.
What do you see when you look around?
A funeral home!
Appearance
She currently wears the long-tailed white coat of a doctor and a bedazzled name card attached to a sunflower lanyard. Dark, defined waves, brown skin, and a pretty face.
What do you see when you look around?
A funeral home!
"Today we gather to honor the lives lost in the stellaron crisis of the Recherche space station. We will mourn the loss of our fellow researchers, colleagues, employees, friends, and family..."
You could hear the voice through speakers surrounding you in a plush box. Light streamed in from the flourescent lights above you, the lid of whatever kind of box you were in still open as somber music filled the room
"Today we gather to honor the lives lost in the stellaron crisis of the Recherche space station. We will mourn the loss of our fellow researchers, colleagues, employees, friends, and family..."
You could hear the voice through speakers surrounding you in a plush box. Light streamed in from the flourescent lights above you, the lid of whatever kind of box you were in still open as somber music filled the room
Honoring the lives lost? What am I doing here? Ada tried to be quiet and not interrupt but still thunked around the box to sit up and get a better view as she squinted around. She tried to get out of the box and leave quietly. Don't remember anything besides that voice talking to me and my own name... Maybe more memories will come to me later If I was supposed to mourn, I'll come back and mourn properly once I remember...She hopes that they will be able to mourn in peace without any more disturbances.
The safest choice here would be to focus on supporting her. While she seemed capable of handling the ones she was fighting herself, but it would definitely be a great help to pick off some of the other enemies. Glancing to a nearby monster, you let the weight of the hammer carry the momentum, shattering the crystalline arm of the enemy, watching as the fragments of its body dissipated into the air. The hammer remained sturdy as he rained blows upon the creature, eventually watching as the rest of the monster vanished into dust.
Looking at the scene around you, you could see the woman fighting off a monster, a group of civilians escaping behind her, but across the street, another group of people had been cornered
Well. It seem Mystery Lady is doing decently, and now that they're a little more accustomed to the hammer, well...
They can regroup with the lady later. Helping out some folks seems to be the woman's goal so they might as well not be dead weight and go help the cornereed people, maybe smack the monsters around a bit. Watching them dissolve into crystals is fun.
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