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Xistentia: Mod ([personal profile] spoofer) wrote2017-05-21 07:19 pm
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Test Drive Meme #1 (cw vehicular crash, moderate injury)

Test Drive Meme #1
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

You don't need an invite to test
but please remember we're currently invite-only

CRASH LANDING

Exit one dimension, enter the next. It was chaos: pressure against your ears, light bending in an impossible, unimaginable way. The very molecules of your body vibrating against one another. If you have windows, the view outside makes no sense. Even if not, your hands, your face, your feet seem like an uncertain thing. It's the feel of reality itself tearing apart, reshaping, reconnecting, thread by thread.

And suddenly, there's a beach— or ocean, whichever you land in. Smoke. Fire. Salt water churning up, fizzing around.

Maybe you crash, in a ship wrecking into sand. Maybe you merely stumble out of a portal, a ragged wormhole in space. Or maybe you fall off the back of an incredible steed, some creature that carried you into this place. Either way, there's pandemonium around you. Incredibly, severe injuries are far and few between— nobody's screaming about the dead. But you might have to help pull someone free of wreckage, or move quickly to salvage burning belongings from the landing craft. Maybe it's the crafts themselves, that you're trying to salvage.

Likely, you don't know them, these other strangers who arrived here[1]. Maybe you don't trust them— you just came out of a dying world, after all. But you all have one thing in common: you're here now.

When you get a second to breathe, maybe you'll see it. The brilliant green forest across the sand. Beyond that, the glint of a faraway city.
INTO THE WOODS

Your first night at Xistentia does not feature five-star accommodations, but as the sun begins to set, the forest offers everything you need to survive. By now, you may even have met your daemon, who'll help guide you through this. There is fallen wood to make fires for warmth and cooking, any number of rabbits, deer, and fish if that's what you're into eating. Those very same animals also provide guidance as to what vegetation is edible, including a variety of vine mushrooms, fruits, and flowers. If you're the kind of creature that mostly eats other sentient creatures, well. Technically, there are a lot of those hanging out too[2]! Now and then, you'll see tiny, winged humanoid creatures the height of a finger dart in and out of view.

A resourceful group, the multiversal refugees have determined ways to create shelters, using wreckage, supplies, and basic survival knowhow. There aren't enough blankets to go around, but the weather is mild and the fires seem to keep out any aggressive creatures.


Things get quiet. This could be a good time to meet the others under less fraught circumstances. Maybe you'll see some familiar faces and reunite with others who fled from your dying world; maybe you'll meet someone new.

Try not to seek out and fight any Rock Trolls. It's still early.
ENTER THE CITY


The city is beautiful, even with the vines covering everything, the streams running down half the streets, the massive white deer leaping off under the highway overpasses. The architecture of the skyscrapers is incredible to look at, modern and sweeping. It's clear that terraced gardens were part of the building design, and some of the greenery that lines the street had been part of the original city plan. This is a city of great potential.

And it knows you're here. As you walk by, beacons like streetlamps begin to emit a gentle glow, registering your presence. No doors are locked, though you might find yourself chasing out nests of silver-winged birds and bug-eyed rabbits.

Here, you can claim empty shops or the clothing and other sales items inside of them. Apartment complexes aren't difficult to find in a range of sizes; nor are standalone homes, brownstones, loft studios. Penthouses may not feel like penthouses when there's a thin layer of dust growing on everything and a flower growing out of the sink, but you know what? Maybe that little bud is gonna be your first roommate.

It's the strangest thing. After a few days, the lights begin to work and the water begins to run, fully operational within the unseen sewer system. At some point, the keys to your house or residence are going to turn up. Your daemon will help you find what you need. F.A.TE.S. welcomes you.
NETWORK

By now you've settled in. You have some time to explore the city, the woods, and your new kit.

Chances are pretty good that your daemon is not a phone or a computer or a wax-sealed piece of parchment or a Howler, nothing with a convenient camera or a keyboard; it probably isn't even a pocket sized. Likelier, it stares at you with eyes that contain the lenses-- or powers-- of a camera, and some part of its body projects a holographic keyboard into the air. For those of us who are not accustomed to manipulating intangible light prisms, it's about as intuitive to type on as shaping a cloud with your fingers.

But here's your network access. Accessible to all your fellow travelers in XISTENTIA.

Misfires, typos, and blurry video footage are likely. Time to feel like a Luddite!
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

hells yeah
Footnotes
  1. Some of these can be nameless, plot-device NPCs to facilitate interactions! But even in this case, please avoid gore in describing their current state of being. Anyone dead or catastrophically injured will have disappeared by the time your characters make it to Xistentia. There are no corpses or dying here.

  2. But like OOCly ask permission ofc.
scarrings: DNT. (018. ❚)

[personal profile] scarrings 2017-05-22 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe if you actually knew me better this would be working more in your favor.
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beach

[personal profile] poorlycopingstrategist 2017-05-22 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Sweet mother of fuck Jamie's been here like three minutes and there's already this bullshit to deal with. Why can't people just try to get along in these situations? Why does some douchebag always have to make things worse?]

Hey!

[He's afraid, very much so, but he tries to hide it as he tears his eyes away from the smoldering corpse on the sand. His stance is neutral, his tone placating, but he's positioned himself between the older man and the rest of the group of horrified refugees. Jamie doesn't want this to escalate, but no one else seems willing or able to defend the group if the man turns on them next.]

None of us know where we are yet, all right? Killing people isn't going to fix anything. Just - just chill, okay?
vexy: (exasperated)

[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-22 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ (He was so angry even his HTML fucked up!) ]

Probably.

[ Glares for a moment, then. ]

Wanna have a beer sometime, then?
scarrings: DNT. (035. ❚)

[personal profile] scarrings 2017-05-22 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Didn't even notice... ]

Yeah, that sounds good to me.
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b.

[personal profile] baeta 2017-05-22 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
( he bumps rafa. accidentally, of course, too distracted by a thorn pricking the underside of his foot, which is the apparent downside of not owning any shoes. unlike rafa, ari hadn't bothered to change the clothes he arrived in -- the scent of seasalt embedded into him, cooking him like popped popcorn. he probably doesn't smell great. or look great. )

Sorry, sorry, Sir. I was just. I'm sorry.

( or anything great. his foot is bleeding a little bit, but he still settles it back on the floor without cringing at all, rubbing the back of his head in apology. dirt is caked into his pores and the lines of sweat that track down his cheeks, like some actual born forest child, raised by wolves. he moves his hand so he can bite at a dirty thumb nail briefly, eyes glancing from side to side. why does he feel so anxious? )

I thought. I thought the city might mean I'd find someone I knew. I thought -- my pack.

( pack. hm. the scent of morbidity catches in his nostrils, blood and musk, and his eyes fall into slits as he looks at rafa, tilting his head.

he's a vampire, isn't he?
)

Er. Family. I should say. My friends ...

( he looks around some more. he might hate vampires, but he isn't a very rude boy. )
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[personal profile] vexy 2017-05-22 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Right. So. Tomorrow 'bout, what, fiveish? Do you ruddy things have clocks?

Yes, [ replied a voice that seemed to be right next to the microphone. ] the current time is--

Whatever. Fiveish, tomorrow. My place, I'll be out on the porch with a six pack.
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[personal profile] poorlycopingstrategist 2017-05-22 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Hey.

[The voice is soft, if a little uncertain, and if Era looks up she'll see a young man bending down to peer at her, hands spread in the universal gesture of "don't freak out I'm not going to hurt you." Better to make his presence known before trying to lend assistance, right?]

My name's Jamie. You need some help, here?
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2. cw: c-word.

[personal profile] kinks 2017-05-22 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
( that bottle of booze you're looking for? knox has it. laid over the half demolished, crumbling roof of what might be a convenience store, knox presses his back into the rumble and makeshift bed of moss and leaves, his shirt taken off to rest over his eyes, blocking out the sun's rays. his pants have been abandoned, too, but he at least has the sense to keep his underwear on, black cotton boxer briefs, hugging his form.

to the sky, he raises the bottle, before spilling more of it into his mouth. drunkenly, and with his australian accent slurring,
)

I bless the raaaains down in Africa!!

Cheers, Amber! Fucking cunt. Nice nice.
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janus lefevre ⚔ closed

[personal profile] stabbitystab 2017-05-22 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
closed to matthew lynch;
[this place would remind janus of florida, if they had at some point been present for a physically comparable catastrophic event in florida. plane crash, seven car pile-up. that sort of thing is always on the news around kissimmee and miami, but janus had never been there to see the panicking children, the gas fires, the broken concrete and metal. janus prefers it to the horror they saw off the shore of portugal, back at mythian academy. janus to prefers it to what they left behind.

at least they know what to do, more or less.

flying over the water is easy. flying in water, they've even had practice with in the past few months, during the boat trips with ezekiel. they can do it, diving like a cormorant into the salt sea, arms out over their head until they break the surface, and then pulling back to pull momentum when their harpy magic begins to gutter, not entirely fading, in the absence of open air. they save an older woman first-- drag her spluttering back to the beach, gasping for air, not in need of cpr. they go back. the second one they find is a boy, barrel-chested and haloed in bright blond ringlets, eyes closed. already unconscious.

it's not a good sign. janus draws him out of the water and brings him back to the beach. folds one hand over his other, on the boy's chest. chest compressions are easy-- they're stronger than they look by far, and the first solid thump against the boy's breastbone reassures them that this creature is certainly no more frail than human.]
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[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2017-05-22 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I mean, they're no more monsters than the things out there. Which I'll now make sure they won't be saving you from.

[ She's kidding. Mostly. Also, laughing a little at the attention span of his pet. ]

It is, actually... It's one of my dogs, which is. Strange. He got an upgrade.

[ She doesn't comment on the crotch licking since that's actually not out of the realm of plausibility for Apollo. He seems to be refraining for now at least though. ]

Alright, we're on our way. [ 'We' as in her and her dogs. SORRY, VEX, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO DEAL W/IT. ]
Edited (noticing typos hours later, the autobiography of pudding) 2017-05-22 12:50 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2017-05-22 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ What has caused the fairy such a frighten is a Golden Retriever by the name of Apollo. He only wants to investigate the creature, honestly, though for such a tiny being it's understandable why he might be a bit intimidating. He snuffles the air above him where the aetherial creature flits to and fro.

Rose isn't far behind, calling,
] -Apollo! Leave that poor thing alone.

[ The dog twirls back around to greet Rose, tongue lolling out and a digitial sounding bark sounding. His attention turns back to the fairy quickly, however, as well as the new person coming to its aid. ]

Hey, sorry, [ Rose starts, once she spots the other... woman? Are those horns? That's interesting. ] Is she yours? Apollo's friendly, I promise, he's just. A dog, so, he gets really excited by fast-moving critters.
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Ronan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-05-22 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
i. the beach

[When Ronan wakes up, the first thing he sees is sand. The grains appear massive, but that's because he's pressed against the ground, his face hurting. When he takes stock, actually - everything hurts, from head to toe, body feeling like one of a broken doll. He closes his eyes, pushes up with a grunt, arms trembling with the effort. He is one walking - almost walking - bruise, covered in sand and scratches.

Opening his eyes again is an effort, and there is fear there, because this is not home, it is definitely not Cabeswater, and it's possible his world is gone - and everyone in it, too. The thought is like the Unmaker carving into his stomach from the inside out, breaking him apart piece by piece.

Kerah! The sound makes him look up immediately, his heart lurching when he sees Chainsaw flying down in lazy circles until she lands in front of him. But it's not - soon enough, she's startled talking to him, and explaining the situation, where he is. His world is dying, but not quite dead yet. Time to get that fixed, then.

He looks down at Chainsaw - no, Chainsawd, she's a daemon, not his actual bird, and grits his teeth. There is sand in his mouth.]


Do you even know where I can get some fucking water around here?


ii. the forest

[He feels like he's been walking for hours, but maybe - maybe time is a different construct in this forest, like in Cabeswater. This place is definitely different from home, and the trees, as he walks through them with Chainsawd on his shoulder, feel taller than they should be, hiding the sunlight more, the canopy too thick. Maybe it's just Ronan, for once not entirely feeling at home in a forest. Like he's a foreign entity in a world made for someone else.

He wonders if he can still dream, here.

He can't really stop to check, not right now when he's alone, vulnerable and somewhere without any protection. Someone could just easily slit his throat while he's not paying attention.

There's a campfire, a few yards away, and Ronan isn't - he isn't much of a sociable creature, or nice, but maybe whoever lit that fire can give him some information, or at least, a match. Sometimes, you just gotta suck it up, and put on your best Gansey smile.]


Hi. How'd you get that fire started?

[There. Polite, concise, etc etc. Totally not abrupt.]


iii. wildcard

[Throw me anything!]


((will match brackets or prose, I don't mind either!))
Edited 2017-05-22 07:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] rekt 2017-05-22 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ murphy doesn't spare much concern over kavinsky's apparent need to barf, though he does believe him. it wasn't a smooth ride and this is all a little Much, even for him. but he's focused more on getting K's foot cleaned up enough that he'll be able to walk. they'll probably need to wrap it with something else, hmm, but he answers in a mild, distracted tone. ] Yeah, it's called turn your face back to the water.

[ lifting his head as he wraps the bandage, he skims along the beach, looking for the other man he'd met only moments before, not entirely sure he'll still recognize him covered in sand. really, none of the faces he sees he immediately recognizes, but it's hard for him to look close when he's so concerned with other things involving staying alive through the night here. also, there's a big white elk ass in the way. move, elk. ]

No. I didn't see him land, but I was kinda busy.
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[personal profile] astralera 2017-05-22 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lily appreciates the dog's attention shifting, using the opportunity to flit safely behind Era's shoulder while Apollo is distracted. With her partner as a shield, the fairy is much more comfortable and takes the time to peer curiously at the canine.

Era is used to conversing with talkative people, even if she rarely uses her voice with strangers. Still, that doesn't mean it isn't difficult. Or that she isn't still somewhat shy.

She nods in both acceptance of the apology and in answer to the woman's query. The amused quirk of her lips is easy enough to translate as a familiarity with the antics of dogs. Era would hardly expect a dog to ignore its instincts.

A polite bow of greeting is given by both Au Ra and aetherial being. ]
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[personal profile] astralera 2017-05-22 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ The fact that her Chocobo doesn't react to the man's presence is evidence enough to Era that there is no immediate danger. Though Peki still hovers beside her, keeping his Morbol green plumage a protective barrier between her and the salty breeze.

She is accustomed to everyone save for Lalafell and children being taller than her, so Era isn't intimidated by the man (who is very short compared to most all her male companions save for Alphinaud). After making sure to give a look of acknowledgment to Jamie, she examines her newest wound.

It is still bleeding quite freely with grains of sand stuck to the coagulating blood. She isn't a master of the healing arts for nothing though, so it's with a small upward quirk of her lips that she summons her aether to close the wound. It dances around her fingers and forearm in ribbons of light green light that quickly fades away and leaves unblemished skin behind.

With that taken care of, Era forces her tongue to form some of the few words she says aloud often: ]


I am Era Ra.
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forest!!

[personal profile] rekt 2017-05-22 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ seated by the fire is a scrawny teenage boy, and it seems fire wasn't the only thing he was capable of putting together. there's a hut somewhere nearby constructed by branches strapped together and larger plant leaves laid over it and closing it in, some meat nearby that was probably once a rabbit or other small forest critter, and a longer stick that looks a lot like a spear. but for now, murphy's huddled up by the fire, with one of those big ass white elk things just chilling behind him being a nice back rest (thanks, daemon), head popping up to peer at this other kid that comes wandering up. this'll be fun, considering he isn't nearly anyone sociable or nice either. ]

You can do it the old fashion, rubbing sticks together way. But assuming you don't want to spend an hour being freaking miserable-- [ Digging in the ratty backpack that sat next to him, Murphy pulls out a small lighter, one he'd had packed in his 'in case of apocalypse emergency' bag, because he's a person who's legitimately paranoid of that. coming out of a world like that, into a place as unnaturally peaceful as eudio, it'd been a thing he carried everywhere with him. fortunately enough, he was actually prepared for this end of the world.

however, even if he had two lighters, john murphy isn't the kind of person to give away supplies vital for his survival out of charity. he doesn't know any of these people, outside of kavinsky and aric (the former of which is probably in a hut like thing somewhere crying about having to touch dirt) so he hardly trusts a borrowed item to be returned either. ]


Grab some dry sticks and leaves and I'll light it for you. [ he isn't completely an unsharing douche, but mostly, yeah. ] Or, I can teach you the cave man method.

[ rubbing sticks together and being angry. ]
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[personal profile] rekt 2017-05-22 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
You didn't really expect the utopia ran on cuddle magic thing to actually last, did you?

[ hi sup rafa, this terrible child also followed you here, with another terrible child. and a big ass deer, that is now also an iphone. ]
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[personal profile] thehunger 2017-05-22 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ John doesn't move, at first, his hand still raised, though the black flame is extinguished. He'd wanted answers, and the poor soul he'd killed had been unable to provide them. But it seemed that no one here had the answers he was looking for. So really, what good would killing them all do?

(It would be cathartic, maybe. But John is not a cruel man.)

He puts his hand down slowly. It would seem the peacekeeper's words were effective. ]


I... I'm sorry, that was a bit rude of me.

[ At least the body is staying dead. ]
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[personal profile] thehunger 2017-05-22 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ The cigarette lit, the man drops his hand, the black flame extinguishing itself. He chuckles slightly. ]

Much more. Over time, your habit is likely to kill you. [ Whereas his habit kills other people. ]
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[personal profile] thehunger 2017-05-22 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Another traveler. John wonders if this Rafa will be as vexing as Merle Highchurch. ]

That aligns with what I've been able to find out. What were you doing in a world that wasn't your own?
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[personal profile] remarkablymodest 2017-05-22 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ When he was made aware of this new threat to Eorzea's wellbeing, he of course offered his assistance immediately. Too long had he sat on the sidelines whilst the Warrior of Light took on more burden than she rightfully should have. Though it was true Ishgard was in a state of turmoil that he needed to attend to at the time, that isn't the case any longer. So he'd rather be here and actively doing something to help. Lucia had offered, but should anything happen to him someone would need to take over his role as Lord Commander and he couldn't think of anyone more fitting for the title than his second hand.

Of course, he didn't expect his assistance to be required by someone so close to home so soon. He'd recognize those horns, scales, and Chocobo anywhere. It's natural, he realizes, that Era herself would have also taken on the task of ensuring Eorzea's safety. It came with the territory of being a Warrior of Light; he's well aware of this fact. Yet, she has shouldered far too much on her own and now is his time to assist where he could not before.

Though still a touch disoriented from the travel himself, he's at Era's side before she knows it.
] Rough travels, friend? [ It takes a fair amount of willpower to not just scoop her up from where she lay, but he knows Era is far more capable than to be downed for long by some dizziness and a cut. ]

Allow me to tend to your wound as soon as possible. Such fine sand might lend to it becoming infected and it is doubtful either of us would care to see that happen.
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city

[personal profile] rekt 2017-05-22 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ look, swiss family robinson is murphy's natural state of being back home, but yeah, he also hates home, and he hates here just as much, so it's one of the liquor stores he happens upon Vex in. in the middle of stashing one, two, three bottles of whiskey into his backpack, murphy's sliding some crates over to try to reach a fourth, when a clinking of glass nearby has his head whipping around, ready to duck under the counter and dig for a weapon.

But ah, it is none other than lord of the kinks, what's his ass fairy dude, from back home. the name will come to him in a second. or maybe a minute. whatever. ]


Whoa. Nilla stick cat fucker made it here too. [ kavinsky has the weirdest friends, but there is a small part of him, nestled against his black heart and lack of conscience, that feels some kind of warmed in knowing k will be happy to see this one. ]

Did the whole Kavinsky gang plan a family trip? It'd make the sudden onset apocalypse make more sense. [ Aric, Rafa, and now this. ]
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[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2017-05-22 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Thankfully, Rose can talk likely enough for the both of them. She also read the signs easily enough to know that she hasn't transgressed against this woman (or her fairy) too badly.

So she bows lightly in return, winning smile on her face.
]

Did you, uh. Did you just get here too? I don't think you're from where I came from. I'd probably have recognized you!

[ She actually almost looks like a dragon yokai with those scales and tail, but... Rose refrains from saying as such since. Well. That's not a good thing, in her mind. So far, however, this woman seems far too kind to be the dragons that she's familiar with. ]
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[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-05-22 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Anger was one of Ronan's favorite things, and he could easily get enough of it to start a fire just by rubbing sticks or throwing rocks against each other, but a lighter was a faster solution - less exhausting, since Ronan was very wary of falling asleep here. Especially with people like that kid in front of him - looking ready to help enough, but also looking shady as fuck. Not that Ronan looked much better, half covered in sand, the rest of him covered in bruises and scratches, walking around with a raven like it was a normal thing to do.

He tugs on his leather bands, then nods curtly, straightening his shoulders.]


Cool. I'll be right back.

[He turns and walks into the undergrowth, asking Chainsawd to give him some light as he goes to pick up some dry wood and moss and leaves, feeling out of his depth. It's never been an issue, surviving; he could dream whatever shit he needed and he was set, but trying to work it without his dreams was going to be difficult. Right now, even more acutely than before, he misses Adam. The two of them would work this out.

When he gets back to the campfire, he crouches opposite from the guy, worrying the leather band with his teeth for a moment.]


You seen anyone else around? [Maybe Adam made the jump into this world, too. Surely he's not the only one.]
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adam parrish ( the raven cycle | ota )

[personal profile] aberth 2017-05-22 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Beach.
[ His first coherent thought, when he realises he's drowning, is that he can't feel Cabeswater. It's there and gone in a flash, a quick flicker of consciousness before panic sets in and Adam kicks up with his legs desperately. He has no idea which way is up, he can't even remember how he got here, but somehow he breaks the surface of the waves with a splash, pulling in a heaving breath. He has to blink repeatedly to get the salt water from his eyes and when he does he almost wishes he hadn't.

Everything is on fire.

Adam swears brokenly and pushes himself towards the shore, thankful that even though he never tried out for the swim team he did spend one too hot summer learning how in a shitty creek. His bones feel heavy when he stumbles onto the sand, smoke making his throat ache as he steers himself towards the nearest crashed wreckage and whoever is trying to escape.
]

Hey. [ This is not Adam Parrish's usual polished accent, instead it's sore and raw and worried and he sinks to his knees to reach for questing hands. ] I got you, come on.

Forest.
[ For all he had worried in the beginning that it would own him, Adam finds the absense of magic under his skin as terrifying as the deadness in his ear. He can't stop trying to reach for it in the very same way he'd originally felt out the skin at the side of his head, flushed hot with dread. The forest around him offers no comfort, even though he presses a hand to the bark and breathes in anyway, trying to connect. His daemon, a rough looking thing, flea-bitten and clearly a mongrel, keeps talking, rattling off information that Adam can't, or won't, hear right now.

He needs to know if he's the only one, he needs to know if the others are here. He doesn't want to be alone. He needs to survive, and it's an odd thought, because hadn't that been what he was doing all these years? Helplessly, he thinks of Ronan and Gansey and Blue, taking heavy steps towards the camp. Someone is struggling with getting a fire lit and while it isn't a skill he likes to brag about, the dead of winter can be cold in a junkyard.
]

Let me help. You have to do it like this.

City.
[ Adam has been arguing with his daemon for what feels like an eternity. He'd been picking his way through the vines when the ... he doesn't know what to call it yet, and thinking of it as a dog just makes him feel crazy ... had informed him they had the keys to his apartment. Adam had obviously denied that, seeing as the only home he has his name on is St. Agnes, and then after repeated protests he can feel his temper rising. ]

Listen --. I'm not from here. I don't live here. I don't have a fucking apartment.

[ Usually he's much more controlled than this.

Usually he hasn't just fallen through a portal to another world with no sight nor sound of his friends anywhere.

The daemon repeats the address and Adam runs a dirty hand through his dirty hair and sighs.
] Jesus Christ, okay, show me.

Wildcard.
[ Anything goes! ]
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