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phantasmalrift2018-12-14 11:02 am
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DUNGEON - BELLMARE MOUNTAINS, PT 1
Expedition day dawns with the androids in a final flurry of activity - this time, it's in the glider hangar, where they're furiously setting up racks of heavy coats, piles of warm socks, and snow boots, as much as they could manage to pull together. If you've already got your own, great! Otherwise, you can grab some here, though it will be in the usual amount of mismatched Keystone chic.
There's also a variety of emergency flares and the like. Strange is there to admonish everyone to take at least one - unlike Earth flares, they're magical and silent, and will recharge over time - just in case.
Because you're going up into the mountains, and even more so than the usual abandoned places that you explore, it's going to be dangerous just by the nature of the place, nevermind what you might find up there. Incendia was the biggest market for the Bellmare mountain resort, after all, and you're all quite familiar by now with how long that's been abandoned. More to the point, it's far easier to lose track of each other in the snowy slopes. Keep your phones handy and look out for each other, as well as anyone else you might find up there.
Indeed, in addition to the clothes offered for you now, Strange will push extra warm clothes on anyone with hammerspace, and Down, surprisingly enough, has emerged from their usual place with a good number of extra communication devices to hand out. You should still have signal in the mountains, even in a blizzard, but it's better to be prepared for things to screw up.
Once you're all bundled and ready to go, it's off with a wave, into the land of ice and snow.
[OOC: There is an exploration header for each area of the dungeon! Please limit yourselves to 3-5 characters per thread, and don't double dip in order to allow everyone the chance to explore! Otherwise, feel free to top-level as normal.]
There's also a variety of emergency flares and the like. Strange is there to admonish everyone to take at least one - unlike Earth flares, they're magical and silent, and will recharge over time - just in case.
Because you're going up into the mountains, and even more so than the usual abandoned places that you explore, it's going to be dangerous just by the nature of the place, nevermind what you might find up there. Incendia was the biggest market for the Bellmare mountain resort, after all, and you're all quite familiar by now with how long that's been abandoned. More to the point, it's far easier to lose track of each other in the snowy slopes. Keep your phones handy and look out for each other, as well as anyone else you might find up there.
Indeed, in addition to the clothes offered for you now, Strange will push extra warm clothes on anyone with hammerspace, and Down, surprisingly enough, has emerged from their usual place with a good number of extra communication devices to hand out. You should still have signal in the mountains, even in a blizzard, but it's better to be prepared for things to screw up.
Once you're all bundled and ready to go, it's off with a wave, into the land of ice and snow.
[OOC: There is an exploration header for each area of the dungeon! Please limit yourselves to 3-5 characters per thread, and don't double dip in order to allow everyone the chance to explore! Otherwise, feel free to top-level as normal.]
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Where to start, though? What's in front of him, a straight path or a fork in the road?]
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[She's just gonna take a look inside these cabins, see if anyone left anything behind. Finders keepers, right?]
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[Not long after everyone arrives, there's a network post from good ole elevencrows, who is only the most responsible of adults most of the time.]
I need a partner in crime or two for something potentially dangerous and extremely stupid.
Also, Ardyn, trade you the Bow for the Shield, because I need it immediately.
Later, Slopes
[What exactly is this stupid thing?
Well, if you're hanging out on the slopes, you'll likely witness it before too long - Izunia, possibly with a passenger or two clinging to his back, going by in a black-and-silver blur on a ...
... That's not a sled. That is a particularly narrow shield, nearly as tall as Izunia himself.
... Not the intended use for a Royal Arm, but he does seem to be having fun.]
Cabins, evening/nightfall
[This particular cabin, it seems, is already occupied - by someone with food, if the smell as soon as you open the door is anything to go by.
Sure enough, there's Izunia, with a plate full of some kind of cheesy casserole and a hot mug of something or other. There's the mattress he hauls around to dungeons already tossed on the floor with its usual pile of bedding.
He grins and gives a slight wave.]
You're welcome to the bed - I figured it would probably be better to make use of my own. Want something to drink?
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if there's something in it for me, I'm down.
gimme the details.
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[freeze frame, record scratch] "So, I bet you're wondering how I got into this situation..."
[Around lunchtime or so, the general network is going to get a text from Jail's username- a photo of her leaning back against some kind of fluffy, textured surface, winking at the camera with an almost suspicious amount of casual calm. It's hard to tell what the background is, but it almost looks like... feathers?]
[It's accompanied with the caption:]
man, this is super fucking cozy.
[A few minutes later, there's another photo, accompanied by the message:]
great view up here, too.
[The photo is of a stunning mountain vista, definitely seen from above and- yes. Yes, that is definitely a predatory bird's talon caught in the edge of the photo.]
[Jail's on a fucking bird.]
[For everyone wondering how that happened, well...]
II. on the slopes, earlier that day
[The funny thing is, it might actually be safety precautions that got her into this mess.]
[Normally, Jail's silver hair would have blended in reasonably well with the snow, when view from above. Unfortunately, her desire to avoid frostbite means that instead, her head is cover by the black, fluffy hood of her fur-lined cloak. To something watching, hunting for prey, she likely looks temptingly tasty...]
[The eagle's strike is silent, but Jail's reply is likely audible clear across the mountain range.]
Wh- hey, FUCK YOU!
[Talons outstretched, the eagle had managed to grab her by the hem of her cloak, which promptly tore. Thus leaving a confused bird clutching a clawful of black fabric, and a confused mage being abruptly flipped ass over teakettle and dumped in a snowbank.]
[Leaping up with the old, old instincts of somebody who once fought monsters for a living, and the outraged pride of a thief who's pissed that someone's overgrown chicken actually got the jump on her, Jail hatches a plan.]
[It's not a good plan, but hey. That's a problem for future Jail.]
[Moving quickly, while the bird is still disoriented, she activates the gravity-ignoring magitech in her boots to run vertically up the nearest tree, a tall and springy pine. She bounces slightly on the balls of her feet when she reaches the very top, feeling the tree sway alarmingly back and forth when she does so.]
[Underneath her mask, she grins.]
[The eagle is wheeling around to fly off, away from this loud and baffling prey. Jail bounces just a little more- getting the tree to bend back just a little bit- and calls out:]
HEY, ASSHOLE!
[With a predator's instincts, the eagle turns to look at the source of the noise- and, in that split second when the bird is facing her, Jail leaps.]
[The bent tree whiplashes forward, launching her into the air and adding just enough extra distance to her jump for her to land squarely on the eagle's back. The bird promptly flails in panic, and Jail grunts loudly as her landing knocks the wind out of her. All she can do is lie flat and hold on, fingers dug deep into the thick feathers and feet braced, while the eagle tries frantically to shake her off.]
[Three barrel rolls, two midair somersaults, one near-miss with the side of a tree, and a long period of trying very hard not to throw up inside her own gasmask later, the bird appears to have given up.]
[If Jail makes one wrong move, or startles it again, she's going flying... but for now, it seems to have resolved to ignore the creature on its' back with a sort of disgruntled mutual embarrassment.]
...yeah. Yeah, okay, hah. That's what you fucking get, birdbrain.
[She leans back smugly- although she still keeps one hand tightly gripping the eagle's feathers, just in case it gets a second wind and tries to launch her off again when she's least expecting it.]
[Slowly, her smug satisfaction begins to fade, as a thought begins to occur: it's going to be a long, long way down from here, and the eagle isn't going to make dismounting very easy.]
[Congratulations, future Jail: this is now officially your problem.]
[Wincing slightly, she surveys the distance between the ground and her perch. Belatedly, it occurs to her that maybe she should let someone know where she is, just in case anyone needs to catch her if they see her plummet out of the sky, and she starts to pull out her phone to contact the network.]
[...but first, let her take a selfie.]
I. un;pagliacci
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send me your l;ocation.
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[As soon as they enter the active Fissure, Mai, bundled up in practical snow gear that makes her look like a lumpy marshmallow, stops stunned for a moment. But you're probably noticing her companion instead.
See, Bear-san whined about being left behind again, and since last time went well, she took him along with her... and as soon as the little robot steps over the boundary, he is now a real bear again. He gives a confused growl and cry, and Mai looks down at him.]
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[...pet.]
[paths]
[Mai and her bear make it easily along the footpaths, but if you're having trouble or getting cold, she'll stop and look at you.]
Do you need something.
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[Mai may be an animal lover, but she's also got... okay, nobody's ever said she has self-preservation, but a snow eagle tried to make off with her bear, that's different. You come upon her with a sword, running on the better-worn parts of the slope that she knows are solid -- bad for skiing, good for not sinking when you're running -- and slicing at the eagle as it tries again to descend on them. Bear-san gets in on it too, roaring and standing up to try to reach it.
She's probably learned her lesson about saying no to a little help, if you're inclined.]
Entry
[Pidonus simply stands there, very confused at what she just saw...]
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Rantaro Amami | Ota
[Well. Ah. You know how watches are mainly there to keep track of time?
Rantaro's watch is doing everything but keep track of time. This shouldn't be bugging him as much as it is, but he's trying to check on the folks at the station and he can't do it when he doesn't know what day it even is back there!
... Hm, he does see some of those magic ice crystals nearby. Maybe he can take a small one and try to fix his watch with it-]
Ow! [Well, that just gave him a literal shock! Thankfully, it seems minor, so he'll just decide not to keep messing with the magic crystals then!
As he's putting the crystal he used back where he found it, he briefly feels a bit of vertigo... Weird, was that normally something that happens with a static shock? He holds his head for a moment... And thankfully it goes away when he notices someone nearby who might have noticed. He just smiles and waves, but...]
"I'm alright! Just..." Huh?!
[The smile abruptly fades to wide eyed confusion. He didn't really say anything, so where did that familar voice come from? It sounded like he was talking through a voice changer or...
Rantaro glances at his watch.]
Could be worse. (Later that day...)
[Okay. He needs a moment to process what just happened. Somehow he managed to put a weird spell on the freaking watch. Thankfully, it wasn't suddenly sentient, nor was it reading people's minds or broadcasting his own to everyone and their Pokemon. It just spoke for him, like it was a translator for mute people.
Greeeat. Now he's dying of shame as he's sitting against the side of a cabin. This was definitely not what Rebecca meant when she said he would eventually get his voice back. Nevermind the people who are familiar with this kind of magic, what would his friends from home, Fayflower, and the academy think if they saw him like this? Would they mistake him for an imposter or something?
He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall with a pitiful groan. Why do things like this keep happening to him?
He feels something sniffing at his legs, and his eyes flik back open. There's a little Largomare checking him out.]
"Hey there, little guy..." [He regards the critter with a nervous grin as he just lets the dumb watch do its thing. No point in forcing it to be quiet, he's already suffering from his mistakes as it is. Besides, it's not like wild animals can read anyway.
Nor do this one seem to care about this odd way of speaking. Sure, the Largomare tilts its head at the watch, but only for a second. Then it's climbing on Rantaro's lap and licking his face like a dog. He chuckles at the gesture, half realizing that the watch is fully capable of speaking for him while his face is being "viciously mauled" by adorable Largomare kisses.]
Heh heh heh... "Alright, settle down! Down..."
[The Largomare's courteous enough to settle down in his lap, letting Rantaro pet it as it rests.
Maybe having a talking watch isn't so bad, he thinks.]
Wildcard!
[OOC: For all your non-exploration needs, hit me up at
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Sorry this took a while to respond! ;; [1/2]
[2/2] CW: Long and has DRV3 spoilers
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[ Not too long after everyone sets foot on the mountains, a message pops up on the network from a certain miss sophiesummerhe. ]
To the residents of the Keystone Station attending this exploration,
Good morning! Compared to the weather we've had back at the station, it's really cold up here! Thankfully, I've noticed most people are already prepared for the outdoors, which is great! But if you aren't very used to travelling out in the cold, I have some things that might help!
I've made some batches of tea from my world. It's called pepperleaf tea and it's a spicy, fruity tea that keeps you warm from the inside out! I've brought a few flasks with me to pass out but I also have plenty of bags of leaves in case anyone wants to brew their own.
If you're cold and you'd like a hot drink, please just ask! I'm happy to help.
Sincerely,
Sophie Summerhelm
[ And true to her word, at any point during this exploration, you can hit up Sophie (who is dressed in some incredibly cute winter gear) for some of that leafy goodness. By the end of the mission, she might be running out of brewed tea, but she'll be able to dig out a bag or two if you're after brewing your own. ]
Gathered it! (Forest)
[ Despite the cold weather, Sophie's very clearly having a whale of a time out and about here in the mountains. She's a girl made for travelling and being stuck on one place for as long as they have really doesn't sit well with her. The wanderlust has been killing her, frankly. So now they're out here, she's taking full advantage of their time to nose around every nook and cranny of this place.
The forest seems like the most likely place to find some things, so that's probably where you'll find Sophie first. Often, she'll be stooped down just off the path, feeling through fallen leaves and twigs and looking them over with a careful eye. Sometimes she'll bend some of the twigs to see if they'll snap, or she'll bring one of the leaves so close to her face to squint at it, she looks a bit ridiculous. If they pass whatever inspection she's giving them, into her bag the go and she's off to gather some more.
If she's not gathering, you might find her stood just off the path, looking around, a little perturbed but not too nervous. ]
Hmm, which way was it? I came this way, took the fork and then...
[ ... she's already lost. Absolutely incredible. ]
Something Something Let The Dogs Out
[ It should come as a surprise to no one that within an day of getting to the mountains, Sophie has already made herself a furry friend. It starts off with her feeding one of the Largomares a chunk of dried meat from her bag and then the next thing, her steps are being dogged (hHAHAHA) by her new pal. He's not fully grown and has a lot of the distinct legginess of a puppy, which means he's still full of beans which is just fine with Sophie.
They're mostly having a whale of a time, running around in the snow together, Sophie tossing sticks and loose clumps of snow and her Largomare woofing like a lunatic and chasing after them. They're causing a bit of a commotion, but at least they're having fun, right?
When they've both calmed down a bit, Sophie builds a little campfire for both of them huddle around. She's got her alchemy cauldron bubbling away on top of it, but she's paying more attention to the Largomare, petting away with the sparkly-eyed wonder of a little kid who's just gotten a puppy for Christmas. ]
Wulfric? That's kind of on-the-nose... Maybe Rolf? Or Freyr? Ooh, I like how Freyr sounds...
[ The Largomare, for the most part, pretty much just seems happy to be here. His tail is wagging the whole time she's talking to him and if he happens to spot anyone on the approach, he gives a joyful wuff and goes charging over to say hello. Friend!!! A new friend!!!!! ]
Oh! Wait, wait, wait! [ She half-stands, but she can't leave her fire unattended, so she just calls out to whoever her new buddy is now harassing. ] I'm sorry! He's really friendly, though, I promise!
BUPPY
uwaaAAAHHHHHHHH!
[A scary creature, with a scary face!!!
Consumed by fear, Gogol cowers before this TRULY FEROCIOUS BEAST, far too concerned with shielding his own face than reaching for some kind of weapon. Which is for the best, probably.]
Get it away! Get it awaaaaaay!
guess who missed this tag like a GENIUS
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[ It's been a while since Yuuri's known a winter this cold. It didn't get particularly chilly in the space science house and they were lucky enough back in Megurigaoka to just barely avoid a white winter that year. So it's a refreshing change – almost nice – to be up here in such bracingly cold weather.
... then again, she doesn't really seem that cold. She's got a comfy winter jacket on and some thick black wool tights under her skirt, but aside from that, she really doesn't seem like she's feeling the cold. She's not even wearing gloves. What the fuck.
This whole no-glove business mostly does her fine, though. If you see her touching anything with her bare hands, you might hear the distinctive hiss of extreme heat and extreme cold coming into contact with each other. Or if you get within about three feet of her, the heat pouring off her is easy to feel.
The only time it really seems to bite her in the ass is when she runs into a Largomare. She shies away from it at first, more than a little afraid, but when she sees it seems friendly enough, she relaxes enough to reach her hand out and try petting it. Unfortunately, before she can touch it, the Largomare lets out a whine and ducks away from her hand, ears pinned back. Then it skitters away a few steps and dashes back into the trees, leaving Yuuri alone and looking curiously disappointed. Poor Rii-san. ]
Today's Menu for Keystone Station (Cabin)
[ Your first thought when passing by this particular cabin might be: something smells good. Your second thought, however, is probably something like but what sort of lunatic would be cooking food up here in the middle of the mountains?
A Yuuri kind of lunatic, apparently.
She's not gone quite off the deep end enough to be prepping a full meal, but by the looks of things (if you're the type to come peek in) she's making soup and some tea – some nice, hot things to keep people warm while they're out and about and exploring. You'd think it would've been easier to do this back at the station and store things in the Armiger, but apparently cooking in the middle of nowhere is just what we're doing now.
If she catches anyone peeking, she doesn't look particularly miffed – in fact, she just smiles and tips her head in a little 'come in' gesture. ]
You can come have some, if you like. There's plenty.
Something Awful This Way Comes (Slopes)
[ It's the ski slopes that draw her over here, more than anything. Something about the sight of abandoned machinery and long-gone human life like this makes her skin prickle, an odd combination of unease and curiosity. It's not exactly familiar, but the sight of a world slowly easing its way into ruin now no one is around to look after it... yes, she knows that well enough.
So intent is she on investigating that she doesn't immediately notice something is up with the mounds of snow in her vicinity. The pure white-on-white masks their shuffling movements for a time, but before too long, Yuuri's head snaps up with a look of wild fright in her eyes. She takes a few steps back and the snow goon comes rushing forward over the snow.
It manages to glom into her for a second but then there's a dull screech and a spitting hiss of red hot metal on ice and the whole thing just melts away, around the ornate knife that Yuuri's just plunged into the goon. The red gem set into the blade is glowing bright red and Yuuri looks both damp and a little shellshocked. Maybe that wasn't quite how she imagined that going. ]
warmth
How.
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[Ardyn had spent a fair few decades in Niflheim, where there had been eternal winter ever since that incident with Shiva. So 'how cold could it possibly be', he'd said. Surely everyone was just being dramatic.]
Human biology is nonsense. Why would anyone have even lived in Gralea if this is what winter feels like to people?!
[However, he had forgotten that those years had been spent completely unable to feel the cold itself in any notable measure. Now he was practically hiding himself in the high collar of his heavier layers, pulling the long coat closer around himself. The longer he spent out in the cold, the more he looked...distinctly uncomfortable, almost like he'd been injured.]
[It was going to be a long trip.]
[b; cabins]
[He'd practically had to drag Church into a cabin when it grew a little too much, lighting a fire with a snap of his fingers and dumping out a mattress and pile of blankets from the Armiger. Ardyn would take up residence in the blanketpile after discarding his soaked coat and boots, clearly as miserable as a cat in a thunderstorm.]
[So, congratulations if you walk in on that, he's having a time of it.]
[c; footpaths]
[Fine, great, whatever. He didn't have to deal with this winter nonsense, he was a Lucis Caelum by blood, godsdamnit. Ardyn lit a fire in his hand as they walked, bright enough to ease the immediate chill just a bit. ...Now, if they could just all have sense of direction enough to get lost, that would be a good next step.]
[d; wildcard]
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[ hello good sir, a tiny little busybody heard you complaining and just had to stick her nose in. where did she come from? excellent question. don't worry about it. ]
Are you not used to the cold? If you're really struggling, I can help you!
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Lin, bundled up with a jacket, gloves, a scarf, boots, a hat, and even goggles (though they weren't over her eyes right now), was sitting crosslegged on one of the paths through the woods with her hand outstretched. In the palm of her hand was a little pinch of trail mix. She was holding very still and trying to look non-threatening.
About six feet away was a beolrine, cautiously staring at the tempting treat in the hand of what could potentially be a predator.
She glanced over when she heard someone approaching, moving only her eyes. The look she gave you as you approached was one of silent pleading to not mess this up for her. The beolrine looked so damn cute and she really wanted to pet it.
-2: Search and rescue-
Getting stuck in an avalanche is certainly trouble. Fortunately, there's someone who's looking around afterwards for people who got stuck. Whether you're stuck in the snow or a fellow search party, you're treated to Lin landing lightly on a tree branch that doesn't look like it could POSSIBLY support her weight.
It's barely bending though.
"I think the worst of it is past. Need a hand?"
-3: Not making any new friends at all-
It's no surprise that Lin knows how to fight. She teaches martial arts classes after all. But knowing that Bai Lin, who rambles about morality and hits on people constantly and coos over pictures of kittens and constantly asks weird questions, is a martial artist is not the same thing at all as actually seeing her in her element.
Five snow goons had jumped her at once, but when the first of them had tried to tackle her it had hit only air as Lin darted to the side. The second one actually exploded when Lin punched it, and you're pretty sure you saw her fist crackling with electricity at the moment of impact. The third was redirected with a precisely timed shove so that instead of hitting Lin it ran into the fourth snow goon. The fifth looked around blankly for a moment, trying to find its victim, only to have it's head explode when Lin descended on it from the apex of her forty foot vertical standing leap with both heels pointed down like a spear.
The whole explosion of violence hadn't taken more than maybe eight seconds.
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Careful not to move too suddenly, Prompto crouched where he stood, still a good distance away, and smiled in their direction. In a low, friendly voice, he said, "Hey. Don't worry, li'l buddy. Lin's super nice, she won't hurt you. She just wants to say hi. Go ahead."
Instead of fleeing, the beolrine actually seemed to understand. Nose twitching cautiously, it inched closer to Lin, then chirped something to Prompto, who grinned.
"It wants to know what you eat. You're so big, you gotta eat big things, too, right? That's what it says."
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[Fissures are weird and unpredictable and have a way of splitting people up, but this time out Jetshard is making an effort to at least not start out wandering off by herself. It's too big of an area, and she's less comfortable in deep snow than she is in most other terrain except deep water. So at irregular intervals, usually in the afternoons, she'll drop a short note on the network - a request for a trail partner to venture further into the mountains, preferably a combatant of some variety. She also provides her current location, listed by landmarks - usually one of the cabins, occasionally a lift station or other relic of the ski resort.
Whoever responds to one of these requests will find her waiting - mostly patiently - bundled in a thickly insulated, dark grey coat with a hood that buttons in flaps around her horns. She's wearing red-lensed goggles out here - her eyes are better suited to the light than most trolls, but she knows that's only going to count for so much after a few hours of snow glare. She waves, when she sees them approaching.]
Over here!
b - cabins, night
[If, for some reason, you're wandering about after dark - this cabin shows signs of not only habitation but activity well into the night - light from the windows and around the door, enough smoke from the chimney to indicate an active fire rather than banked coals.
The door's not locked or blocked in any way; in fact, the doorstep seems to have been pretty carefully cleared earlier in the evening. Inside, Jetshard's sitting crosslegged on the bed - or rather, in a pile of pillows and cushions that she's heaped onto the bed - with her phone in one hand and a cup of something steaming in the other. She looks up as the door opens.]
Come on in, then, if you're gonna. Don't let the heat out.
c - wild card
[Something else in mind with the troll doctor? Hit me.]
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The feeling, probably, is not mutual once it's clear just who is under such a great fur coat and hat, waving over excitedly, confetti lost to the wind at the same time.]
Hiiiii~iiii! [He calls out, for the entire duration it takes to catch up to her.] It's time for a quiz! The first question is: are we ready to go?!
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[For the first time ever, Prompto's probably one of the least frightened explorers on the expedition.
The greatest threat is the environment, and the icy powers Prompto's been developing since his arrival make him impervious to the weather. He's basically guaranteed not to die of exposure. Separation's another fear, but the people from which he most worries about being separated are already gone. Nothing's spooky or illusory, the scariest monsters aren't so scary. (Giant birds are nothing the FFXV party hasn't dealt with, after all.)
So on these bright, clear days after the first snow, Prompto starts his morning parked on his butt on a gentle beginner's slope, strapping his boots into a snowboard.
Does he know how to snowboard? Clearly not, given he's spending most of his time tipping over onto his face in the powdery snow. But once Prompto's got it in his head to do something, by Shiva's flat belly, he does it. By the afternoon of the first day, he's got moving around down. By the second day, he's graduated from the bunny slope to the real slopes, whooping as he whizzes past on his board.]
Cowabunga, dudes!
[That's not even a snowboarder thing in the least.]
ii. Expedition Day 4, evening, Network post (UN: quicksilver80) : There's Snow Place like Home for the Holidays (because you can't hecking leave)
hey so it's snowing a lot and i think it's just gonna keep going for a while. don't ask me how i know that, it's just the sense i get? i have ice magic and a little exp with this kind of climate and that's what the weather feels like to me.
so with that in mind i kinda wanna warn everyone to maybe stay in tomorrow. (´-﹏-`；) visibility's p bad and if you get lost out here, you can freeze to death way faster than you think. believe me, IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU!!!
if you're staying in a cabin and you don't think you have enough food to last a couple days, let me know and i'll come find you and get you stocked up tomorrow! snow can't slow ice boy down after all!! and i have a snowboard! ╭( ･ㅂ･)و ̑̑ ＂ you can count on me!
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[Did he go zooming past at mach 3 on a sacred weapon of his bloodline regardless of both of these facts, only to crash in grand fashion into a snowbank upon realizing he hadn't mastered that pesky 'turning' thing? You bet he did.]
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[While it's far from the most notable sight on the mountain, it's quite possible that this is, in fact, the first time you've seen Sonja in trousers. There's a limit to situations in which she will wear skirts and apparently that limit includes deep snow. Otherwise, her appearance out here is unremarkable by Keystone standards, bundled up in a mismatched but fairly comprehensive set of cold-weather gear.
Of course, between sticking to the trails and the fact that Sonja is not a tall woman, at times you may not see much more than the pompom of her hat bobbing along between the drifts on either side of the path. She seems perfectly at ease on the narrow paths, even when the piled snow closes in high piles on either side. It's an almost cavelike effect, and, well, Sonja's comfortable underground.]
b - network
[It's getting on toward evening when Sonja posts to the network, under her usual username, inconvenient -]
So! No one worry, please, I am very much not horribly dead this time.
I am however a slight bit lost in the woods.
I've found some shelter and built a fire, so I think I'll bide fine for a bit, but it doesn't seem prudent to wander further at the moment, what with it getting dark and all.
c - forest
[Sure enough, if one manages to find her out in the woods, she's put together a makeshift lean-to against the trunk of a large tree, and is carefully tending the small fire in front of her shelter. It's not comfortable - not nearly up to her usual taste for the decadent and hedonistic - but there's still something kind of grimly cheerful about the way she prods at the fire with a stick.]
d - wildcard
[Something else you'd like to do with her? Let me know, or just throw something at me.]
C, ten thousand years later
Not long afterwards, Lin appeared at the edge of her campsite with a big backpack.]
Sonja!
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Samata stood just outside the edge of the Fissure, most of her hastily assembled winter gear lying on the ground by her, as it wasn't necessary at the foot of the mountain. She wasn't really hesitating about going in, she was just interested in the time dilation effect.
She had her spectacles of magic detection on and a notebook she was furiously writing things down in, while occasionally tossing pine cones or other small objects through the barrier around the edge of the fissure so she could record EXACTLY what happened. She even used the recording function on her phone, normally used for video posts, to save footage of the effects. Her power came from understanding the world around her and how it worked, after all.
-2: Snow Eagle-
Why hike up a mountain when you have a magic carpet? Samata hovered slowly up the side of the mountain about twenty feet off the ground, bundled up in at least twice as many layers as she might have bothered with on the ground. She had found one didn't need to fly very high before it started getting EXTREMELY cold, and that wind chill factor quickly became an important concern.
Another concern was that snow eagle circling overhead. Samata was keeping half an eye on it. When it eventually decided that she looked tasty enough to warrant a dive, she was ready. A quick chant and a dramatic arm gesture left her and her carpet surrounded by a pale blue bubble of light a second before the eagle crashed into her at over three hundred miles an hour. A lot of things happened very quickly.
A network of cracks spread all over Samata's shield bubble, although it didn't ACTUALLY shatter. The eagle went tumbling off to the side and landed, dazed, in a small mushroom cloud of powdery snow and feathers. The impact was jarring enough that Samata fell off of her carpet and landed in a heap at the bottom of the bubble. The carpet continued flying, now stuck to the top of the bubble and holding it up in the air.
The result left Samata in a rather precarious position. She couldn't reach the control patterns sewn into the carpet, so she couldn't land, and her concentration on the spell was the only thing that was stopping her from falling twenty feet straight down.
Help a girl out?
-3: Samata can't cook-
On investigating the lights in this cabin, you found a rather miserable looking Samata gnawing on a piece of beef jerky while sitting in front of a low burning fire with a blanket wrapped around her. Sitting on the hearth in front of her was a pot full of...SOMETHING. It might have been food at some point, but now it was just a blackened mess. Hopefully the poor meal hadn't suffered long.
She had a lot of useful skills, but cooking and building a roaring fire were not among them, as anyone who saw the pile of sticks half smothered by their own ashes or the pot of disaster could have easily surmised. She twisted around from her spot on the floor to see who was coming in and also to yell "Close the drowned door! It's cold enough in here already..."
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Look. Throwing out a raging firestorm is easy. Refining the magic down enough to light a fire without exploding anything is harder.]
That should get it a slightly more tolerable temperature. [Is he bundled up in heavy winter gear? Yes he damn well is.] Hello, Samata-san. Would you like some proper food?
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[Eventually, Gogol does come across a cabin, and, opportunistic as ever, quickly sets up base there. Unlike some of the other cabins with pleasant, hunger-inducing smells coming from them, this one just smells...bizarre, and questionable.
Which is probably what brings you knocking. That, or just being desperate for shelter. At the sound, a voice will call out from within.]
Greetings, traveller! If you want to come in, you'll have to answer my riddle first! Are you ready?
ii. say it ain't snow
[In all honesty, this landscape is warmly familiar to Gogol, and so, he doesn't spend much time inside unless he needs to. With so much snow around, there is so much potential for fun. And he's not one to pass that up.
Anyone walking around the slopes might find themselves pelted with a snowball, and hear an explosion of laughter not too far away...]
iii. network: un; pagliacci
HIHIHI
now as some of you may know it is veryrrrryyyy cold at night adnd very long at night. and it is probably evry very boring too in thes elittle cabins that you cannot leave becuase of the cold that i jus t mentioned.
BUT!!!!!!!
LUCKY for YOU................you ahve a clown right here!!!
i am ehr e to offer my services as an entertainer and performer so tha t nobody goes insane from boredom and snap and kill everyone they love.
i only ask to be paid with maybe a hot drink to keep my clown bones warm :o)
Chill
Luckily, Rantaro could technically awnser now... But the problem is, that's because he accidentally turned his smart watch into his "voice." The electronic distortion of that voice would be a dead giveaway, and Gogol would never let him hear the end of it...
But the clown's gonna find out eventually, and it's not like it's practical to slip a note under the cabin door... But...
Gogol won't get much of a verbal response. Maybe a slightly troubled groan, but not much else.]
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[Kurama does have winter gear. A heavy coat with a hood, pants, boots. It's alright, he supposes, if awkward. It does not take him long to decide human bodies are completely impractical for this sort of weather and turn into a fox. He does not look quite the same as usual?
Apparently his winter coat came in at some point. He's so fluffy he looks round, except for his still two-dimensional, tattoo-like tails. He shakes himself a little.]
That's much better.
They're sacred ancestral relics but it's fiiiiine.
[It's a bit later and a lot further in, up on the slopes, that there is a special sort of sight. Kurama is half-crouched on what looks like a long, narrow shield. It might look familiar to those that have witnessed other shenanigans. Except he also has an oversized lance, with some of the telltale markers of another Royal Arm. He's very deliberately slaloming wildly back and forth across the slope on his way down, stirring up the snowmen and then bursting them apart into powder with the lance.
When he hits the base of the slope, he jams the lance's point into the snow in front of him and pole vaults off the shield, landing on his feet in the snow neatly, grinning wild and fierce.
If anyone was wondering why the Lucis Caelums adopted Kurama? This might help explain.]
Tabula Rasa
[But from the third to the fifth day of the expedition, things are different. Kurama is different. He stops changing form. Stops using any of his powers. He's less confident. Softer, looking more like an actual teenager for once.
There's no recognition in his eyes when anyone approaches him for the first time after the change.
Once they all know what's going on? Kurama is almost always accompanied by at least one out of Akira, Goro, or Minato.
He's still doing his best to help, though, once someone explains to him how to set the stabilizers.]
Locked to Minato
The problem is that he's being attacked by some of the snowmen.
The bigger problem is that this shouldn't be a problem. Kurama is usually very capable of handling himself. But right now he's just...dodging and weaving frantically, trying to escape. There's no effort to fight back at all.
And there's a bruise, dark purple and blues, blooming across the side of his face.
Kurama cries out, loud and pained, when one of the snowmen crashes into him hard. It knocks him to the ground, his leg at an odd, uncomfortable looking angle, and tries to bury him.]
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[The female Akira is not especially inclined to spend a lot of time out in the snow, honestly. Don't get her wrong, she does venture out sometimes--gotta look for newcomers and get them out of the snow, after all--but otherwise, she's perfectly happy to take up temporary residence in one of the cabins, making it a little cozier than it would be otherwise.
Anyone coming in will find themselves greeted happily by Akira, who's managed to get a fire going and piled cushions on the cabin floor. Extra blankets are in a pile on a small table (though a few have been turned into an impromptu nest for an egg of some sort, alongside some fire crystals).]
Hey, c'mon in! Need something to eat or drink?
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[Want to thread out literally anything else? hit me!]
Cabin time
He's glad to see her, really, but something's making him nervous. He'll gladly come on in for sure, but... Something's definitely on his mind here.]
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[Brain might be a robot, and thus immune to the effects of the elements, but he's bundled up... far, far more than necessary. He's wearing a parka, snow boots, heavy mittens that look more like oven mits, and a large stocking cap.
But that's not all.
He's got a bunch of modified scanning equipment, including a radar dish on his head, a modified megaphone, and a vest made of all kinds of doodads and other things worn over his chest. They're all connected to his tablet, which has been modified to accept numerous inputs.]
Today won't be like last time! Today, I will unearth the secrets of the fissures!
[Yes, indeed, the ridiculous getup he's wearing is for scanning the dimensional fabric of the fissures. Nothing will mean anything until he gets back to base and analyzes it, but... look, it's totally important to him, okay?!]
[footpaths]
[The first place Brain tries to go to is the footpaths, walking through it all with the newest edition to his ensemble... a large pair of oversized snowshoes. Look, you can't bee too careful! No one wants to dig a robot out of a snowy sinkhole!
In any case, he's just wandering around, gathering scan data, collecting ice crystals, and eventually... he spies a lagomare.
Initially, he's delighted. What a charming creature! It's friendly, too, which is so odd for a wild animal. But then he gets an idea... taking an animal from a fissure area would definitely help his research!
So now... he's trying to catch one....
And what's more, the lagomare seems to be making sport of his attempts, as Brain runs after it, screaming and cursing as the beast continues to elude him. It's having so much fun!]
[slopes]
[It's not much of an effort for Brain to thaw one of the lifts out and getting it working, with him charging it off of his own power supply. So he's able to make it up the summit without much trouble.
Unfortunately, once he gets up to the top, he garners the attention of the local fauna. Namely, in the form of being carried off by a snow eagle. If you can't see him being absconded with, you can definitely hear him, screaming his fool head off in Roidmude form as he tries to whip the enormous avian with his tentacles.]
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...That's not a good sign.
[She's not completely sure what it means, but Phi is no stranger to time weirdness, and even after the wave of distemporalization passes her guard is up a little higher than normal.
She is, however, bundled up enough to resist the cold, and even looks good thanks to her hologram projector. No worries there.]
[Paths]
[Phi can't say she tried to grab a buddy for this expedition but it's not as if she's alone, either; her Porygon, Angular, is with her.
Though Angular isn't exactly very strong, even as far as Pokemon go, it's one more set of eyes... even if it's just as curious as the lagomares, which are popping up frequently enough to play with it that Phi has to stop regularly, though most of the time she just watches.]
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I felt it, too. Concerning.
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[Illness isn't going to keep Kurumi down! She is recovering which clearly means that she's in an acceptable condition to be out running around in the snow. At least unlike some people, she's bundled up appropriately - she's mostly recognizable thanks to the shovel slung across her back in its usual place.
It comes in quite handy for digging herself out when she misjudges the depth of a snow drift. Someone here is not used to snowy climates, but she's going to make the best of it!
... Which includes possibly getting too friendly with the local wildlife. Largomares are clearly friends, which is why Kurumi eventually winds up with one following her around. The two seem to be playing tag back and forth through the trees.]
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[...Maybe recovery should have kept her down.
At some point, Kurumi took a seat on one of the stilled ski lifts, which worked just fine to take a break on, until, uh... someone somewhere else got the damn thing started again. Funny how that works.
So, there is now a Kurumi, high in the sky over the slopes, looking down worriedly at the snow beneath her - ]
Can anyone, uh, get me down? Guys?
[You can probably hear her calling out from quite some distance.]
Naps-a-lot
[...Eventually, after her escapade on the lifts, Kurumi decides it might be a good idea to retire to one of those cabins for a while. She's no cook at all, but if you happen in while she's there, there is tea? It's passable tea and it's warm, so help yourself.
Chances are that Kurumi herself is buried in a blanket burrito on the cabin's bed, her wet outer layers hung up to dry and the shovel propped against the headboard where she can easily reach it, just in case. Indeed, if you're someone she doesn't know especially well, she automatically reaches out of her burrito for it when you come in, before she recognizes you are relaxes.]
Hey. Sorry, I'm just... kind of jumpy.
the amazing flying kurumi
Dame Kurumi! Are you all right?
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Oh my God.... how is it possible to be this cold? [ Maddie is wearing, like, her normal flannel over a T-shirt........ and a wind breaker.
She's used to Florida weather, she thought this would be fine.
She takes a couple steps forward, shivering greatly, and pauses. ] And what the heck is all over the ground? [ Somebody save her, she's going to die. ]
[ Forest ]
[ Hopefully, somebody has helped Maddie discover real jackets, and she is better suited to go exploring. Except not really, because she is still from Florida, and navigating nature is a lot harder when blind than exploring even, man-made terrain.
She has a guide in a cat riding on her shoulder, but his usefulness is more in helping her avoid walking into trees rather than find good footing, especially given that there's snow fucking everywhere.
So you'll find Maddie making extremely slow progress through the forest. Give her some help. Please. ]
[ The Goonies ]
[ And then there's These Fuckers.
Maddie eventually did find her way out of the forest, but now she has to deal with... giant mounds of moving snow, according to Zel.
Maddie is already in her magical girl state, her black and gray frilly dress in no way meant for this kind of weather, and Zel is in his monstrous spider form - about the same size as the snow goons, he makes a decent opponent for them. Unfortunately, the wide open area makes using his threads impossible. ]
Have you tried hitting them really hard, Zel?!
[ The spider answers - ] I am working on it!
[ ...Hopefully nobody mistakes the giant spider monster without eyes for an enemy. ]
Getting Started
[This is all the warning Maddie gets before being unceremoniously covered in what, upon further examination, proves to be a very large flannel blanket.]
[It's in a truly unsettling shade of plaid, because Jail shares an unfortunate amount of her employee's sense of "fashion".]
Y'know this ain't Florida, right? Snow actually happens, sometimes. You got actual seasons, all four of 'em, not just "water" and "fire".
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Registering Beasts (Footpaths)
[You know what else Arianna has experience with? Finding and befriending small animals. Largomares, for instance. She's not getting all that much exploring done here, because she keeps running into snow foxes and talking to them. And petting them, and hugging them, and giving them treats...]
Thank you, Dame Marion. You are quite lovely as well.
[Oh, and naming them, apparently.]
Take: Bellmare Mountains (Forest)
[She doesn't meet a lot of Beolrines, thanks to the Largomares following her around, but that's fine. Less time spent befriending small creatures who would probably steal her Ariadne Thread if she had one means more time spent looking for neat stuff, which happens to be another thing she's good at. She mostly finds small things like twigs, but at one point she manages to get her hands on a sizeable ice crystal.]
My! Look how pretty it is!
Blindsided (Slopes)
[You know what Arianna isn't good at? Using elemental attacks on her own. It makes it kind of hard to fight the snow goons! She can hit them hard enough with her staff to break them apart, but that's relatively short-ranged and it's hard to get that hit in.
Help?]
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[You have a party now, Arianna! Even if it's not a full one.]
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[Shido had hoped the little ability he'd gained from a previous Fissure, which allowed him to regulate the temperature in a small area around him, would keep him warm in the mountains. The miserably red nose and ears, despite the several layers that he's wearing, suggest otherwise.
Granted, that isn't stopping him from doing his part. He keeps the devices with him in the satchel that Minato had made for him, and keeps a close eye out for anything unusual. His breath shudders as he navigates the trails, coming out as frosty puffs of breath in the air, but not once does he comment on the biting cold.
Perhaps you're with him on said trails— in that case, you may notice, from time-to-time, a full-bodied shiver course through him. Or you may find him taking a break at a campfire, brow creased as he stares into the flames. Or maybe you even find him in a conflict with one of the Snow-Goons. In all scenarios, his expression is rather hard.]
Cat-astrophe (Closed to Goro Akechi)
[The worst time to have a spontaneous transformation is probably when you're already in a fairly precarious situation. Like, say, on a narrow, winding path.
Perhaps a human could navigate that path without too much difficulty, so as long as they were careful. A lion, however, is not built for traversing the mountains in any capacity, and the biting cold sinks right through his fur and into his bones. And no matter what he does, his form doesn't change...
A growl of frustration escapes him as he starts trying to move his way back towards safety, his movements rapidly growing stiff...]
A Hit to His Pride
[Unfortunately, Shido doesn't have much in the way of clothes in this form, and he's been rendered speech-dumb to boot... But, if you meet this lion inside the cabins, you might notice that the air around him is warmer, if you're willing to get that close. It's a nice balmy sort of temperature, in fact! There is, at least, a hint that this lion is, at the very least, not completely wild, with a bag that neatly fits him around his chest and torso. One might also notice a large, slash burn scar down his back, and some less visible ones on his chest, mostly hidden by mane...
It's a couple days later that he's actually able to be out and about in the snow and apparently not freezing to death despite his form being much better suited for the Sahara than the Alps. Though, at some point, you may see him panting heavily and with clear exertion. On top of that, his nifty A/C ability doesn't do much for when he steps on the snow, and while he's resting, you might see that his paw pads are a bit swollen.]
Pride
You should be more careful. Lions aren't made for this.
[And he'll have to change back to do anything about it. Kurama gives another puff before shaking himself back into human form, crouching beside Shido.]
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Limits? Sounds fake
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