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"-̭̫̜̩̪̑̈́̓̌̐-̞͓̘̩͖̿́͒͑͘░͙͈̥̦̼̌̊̒̾̅░̨̢̠͙̖̉͊̽͌͝░̫͔͎̤̘̀̑͋͛̾ȩ̨̬̙͛̐̋̀̕͜m̻̬͈̠͒̌͌̍͌͜ ̡̲͈̙̼̽̾͆̊̃f̖̟͉̲̪̈́̾̀̂̀ą̢̯̘̙́̇͑̈̋i̪̱̙̘̟͌́̄̊͘ļ̢̛̲͕̣͐̎̿͛u͕̣̥̘̳̓̃͗͠͝r͉̠̗͖̰̉̅͗̚͘ę̛̺̥̝̘̄͑̌̈́.̣̫͕̰̭̓͂̈́̓͊ ̟̗͔̟͋̿̒̚̚ͅA̠̫̬̼̣̒̇͛́̊l̫̬͎̤͈͑̀͂̐̆ë̡̧̝̺͖́̍̂͂͝r͙͍̱̫͕̆͊̾͐̕ţ͙̻̣̝͒́̄̈́͆!͕̫͓͉̹̌̍̽̂̓ ̧̛̲͎͖̳̌̆̾̏░͖̲̞̼̹̇̄̌̈́̊░̡͍͎͍̘̇̈́̕͝░̪͚̼̦̃̋͊̆͜͠è̛̞̬͙̠̖̊͌̂m͖̝̟̗̣̽̄̐̚͠ ̛̹̯͈̮̼̈́͊͌͠f̧̰̖͋̊̈̊̑͜͜ą̨͚͎̹̀̎̑͋́i̞̬͓̭̳̎́̓͘͠l̢͈̲͇͕̈́̆̐̌̈́ư̰̞͚̻̺̔͑̓̑ṛ͎̯͚̇̔̾̔̏͜ę̛̻̼̭͊͆̕͜͝.̯̖̫̣͔̔̋̔̽͠ ̺̼̟̲͌́͒̔̅ͅĄ̹̝̖̺̂̇̽̒͊ĺ̛̺̰̰̤͎̾͗͝e̛̗̭̻͕̹̓̔͆̆r̢̛͙͖̘̻̈̚̚͘t̰̲̠̖̻̉͂̆̓̇!̬̞̟͉̺̂͆̊͑͐"

You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything...

You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash.

You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable.

Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go.

"W̞͓̝͓̓̀̍̒͘͜ȃ̢̗̪̤͇̔̃̚͝░̟͙̯̳̱̈͂̈́̈́͠n̬̘̬̤̠͛̅̈́͋͝i͓̟͈͎͙̐̆̈́̔̓n̡̟̤̟̤̑͐͋͐̚g̩̱͖͉̻͌͛̈͆̈́!̧̪̰͇̦̓̂̆̌͝ ̢͔̣̠̗̾̉́̌̒C̢̥̟͍͊͊͑̀̚ͅr̛͙̪̙̟͐̽̓̅͜i̫͖̻̣̘̽̑͂̾̎t̩͇̦̬̞͊̌̑̈́͝i̡̳̠̞̐̿̍̎̀͜c̡͕͙͕͕̓̊̌̾͘å̼̯͍̙̲̍̏̚͝l̢̥͉̮̙̋̆͐̆́ ̢̰̞͕̯̋̈́̈́̋͌f͇͔̟̻̈̽͌̒̉ͅa̳̰̠͉͔͒̑̈̈͘i̟̭̦̺͎̍̾̽̈́̐░͕̣̥̭͛̿̓̽̐ͅ░̰̪̠͇͍̆͛̀͝͝░̘̱̩̳̘͆̈́̆̀̚e̛̻͈̳̳̺̊̔̚̕.͙̟̳̼̾̀̅͊͊ͅ"

With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry.

[MOD NOTES: TDM threads may be used as game canon.]

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A crash this minor isn't going to stop me.

[ "That minor", like she's been in other crashes. She probably has, but now's hardly the time to share those kinds of stories. Gamora picks something out of the current bag and tosses it to Peter. A bottle of water, likely the most useful thing she could offer at this point in time. ]

Did you see anyone else from the Milano? Rocket? Drax?

[ The tiny plant-like creature that may or may not be Groot?

Not that... she's worried or anything. ]

[The light that flashes in her eyes as it turns in her direction causes the girl before him to squint, and lift a hand up to block it from further stinging them. A heavy frown decorates her lips and she sighes with one last glance down at the body of the boy who rests beside her. While it seems the majority of people have been lucky enough to live past impact, too many have been heavily injured or died.

While blood decorates her forehead, it seems she's one of the lucky ones. There's no visible gash, either. Despite the circumstances, she's made it out all right. And she's relieved to see at least another on their feet.]

I'd say scrap it after all of this. Whatever this actually is.

[Not that she's never heard of spaceships or shuttles before, but- well she's inside, so she can hardly imagine that must be what she's on. After all- how and why would she end up in a place like this to begin with? She's never even been a plane.]

Are you all right?

( a stands for )

Aw, heck.

[ is the ever so eloquent utterance from Rose as she awakens to the grisly scene before her. The pungent smell of blood is one of the first things that strikes her. Her eyebrows furrow as her eyes adjust to the dim lighting. ]

Looks like the party happened without me. [ 'Party.' Yeah, right. The woman sighs and shuffles around the wreckage. The flashlight isn't used because 1) she doesn't want to waste the batteries and 2) she doesn't actually need it. It doesn't occur to her that skulking about in the dark might not be such a good idea.

Her eyes look through the corpses littering the ship. She isn't the type to loot the dead bodies though she can't deny the extra supplies would be useful. Someone else probably needs them more than she does, anyway. ]

Wonder what happened here... [ At this point, she's just wandering about and inspecting all that she can. She'll make her way off the ship in due time but doubts she's the only one curious about what exactly went down. ... Besides the ship, obviously. ]

( b stands for )

Boooooo. Couldn't we have landed on an arctic planet? This heat sucks.

[ Though she's talking to no one in particular, she feels the need to whine about the ridiculously high temperature. For all her complaining, however, an arctic landscape actually isn't preferable though. It would remind the woman far too much of home. So, even though this heat is absolutely sweltering, she'll deal with it best she can.

Apparently that means. Uhm. Stripping? One might catch the sound of fabric loudly ripping among the greenery. Rose is at the source of it tearing off the majority of her jeans to transform them into what are basically booty shorts. She ties her long blond hair up in a messy ponytail with one of the scraps of fabric and breathes a sigh of relief. That's better! ]

Alright, let's get this show on the road. [ What time is it? IT'S ADVENTURE TIME. Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to explore the alien planet we go. This woman is taking this all surprisingly in stride. ]

(( ooc; rosie is a yōkai under a glamor spell to make her look human and she acts pretty much human too. her info page is here for anyone that wants to take a gander. and if you have any questions, I'd be happy to answer them! ))

[ For all her unfriendliness, Gamora isn't actually so stand-offish that she'll take offense at the "hey, you"-ing or the telling her to do something. Of course, the strangeness of the situation does help. If someone seems to know what they're doing, she's willing to give them a minor benefit of a doubt. She steps -- with great care, over debris and broken metal -- over to where Han is prying and poking around the drop ship's guts, plucking her own flashlight up off her belt and snapping it on, holding it aloft.

She'll the light as best she can on what he's fiddling with. ]

Please tell me you've found something functional in this heap of garbage.

[ A light with a purple hue definitely sticks out among the dim overhead fluorescence. It catches Rose's eyes whilst inspecting the wreckage. ]

Woah, that is bitchin'. You're your own flashlight. How cool!

[ That wasn't an answer to her question, but Maya gets a friendly smile nonetheless. Rose hasn't had a chance to look at herself and thus doesn't realize just how haggard she looks. She aches, sure, and her head is throbbing but she figures most everyone else's is too. Though her headache might have to do with the fact that she's actually bleeding. She felt (and smelled) the blood trickling down the side of her temple but didn't deem it bad enough to do anything about just yet. Gashes on the head always look way worse than they actually are anyway.

She would know. ]

[ . . . Just what kind of magic is this, anyhow? Finally having stepped down from the vessel, Kija frowns heavily as sparks and smoke rise from the strange metal craft. His white robes match his light, silvery white hair as he takes the scene in. He's at a complete loss, and honestly has no idea over what's happened.

What is technology to someone from the very distant past?

For his part, though, he's removed the bodies from inside after having checked for signs of life. Nothing. It just doesn't seem right to leave them in there after all of this. Those who could be helped by now have been removed with people attempting to attend to them as best they can. Somehow, he escaped the impact relatively unscathed. Which means it's part of his duty to help others, too.

With a frown, he glances to his right hand. Right now, it's part of the few things he has to help. Unwinding the wrap he always wears to help conceal his less than human trait, a large, scaled white claw is visible as he moves across the grass to one of the individuals who appears to be bleeding. He frowns as he approaches in concern.]

Excuse me. [He says calmly, so as not to startle someone who is already injured.] Let me help you wrap that.

[ Peter was totally about to comment on, like, ship design and engineering, and how it's a good thing they weren't crushed to death by the ship crumpling on impact like wet cardboard, except--

Ah, yep, that's a flopped-over hot chick, alright.

He jumps, alarmed, then moves to crouch beside her. Once she says she's fine, Peter heaves out a sigh -- n-not that he was worried or anything, baka -- and puts on his smirkiest smirk. ]

Fallin' head over heels for me already? We haven't even really met yet.

[ oh god are we throwing shit already peter hasn't even done anything to warrant getting beamed--

He catches the bottle, thanks to a combination of good reflexes and instinct driven into him from years of being the butt of most Ravager jokes. Startled, he blinks at it, and he means to say a word of thanks, except Gamora is speaking again, and asking a kind of unpleasant question. He sobers almost instantly. ]

No. Just you. Could be the rest of the guys are still wherever it is this ship came from? [ he punctuates it by waving his hand toward the wreckage. Then, he asks slowly, ] You don't happen to have any insight on what the hell we were doing in there, do you?

[What a rude fellow to address him so casually and in such a tone! But in the end, while he scowls, Kija approaches. Honestly, he doesn't know what the heck the man is doing, but he obviously knows something of what he is doing. Not that he'll be able to help much except to...

Hold up a light, as he says.

He assumes he means something similar to what he is holding already. Grabbing the bag he had removed from the craft, he remembers having seen a similar item inside. Although he hadn't known what it was for. Pulling it out, he inspects it a moment.]

You mean this magic lantern? [He can still not figure out how it is working without a flame of some kind. Turning it upside down and all over with his dragon claw, he frowns, unsure how to make it glow, until- ah. The front of it turns? The light shines up in his face momentarily, before he turns it around and smiles in triumph.]

I have gotten it to work.

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[ When he finally notices her wincing, he redirects the beam of light with a murmured apology. Still, the light was on her long enough for him to notice the splash of blood, the body beside her, and he moves toward her in concern. ]

Pretty sure that's my line, actually. [ He gestures to his own forehead by way of explanation. He doesn't see a wound, but still. Better to ask, right? ]

[ She catches it, with a slight "oof" as it hits her in the torso.

Well, if nothing else, she can make sure this lady doesn't run off with all of the weapons. She crouches down and begins rummaging. ]

... I'm Maya. What's your name?

[ Considering Maya hangs out with a girl who calls herself a Mechromancer and a... Zer0 who speaks in haiku, she ain't bothered by the call-sign ]

You mean my tattoo? I've always had it.

And you're bleeding.

[ Ever to the point, that Maya. ] You should get that taken care of.

[Lifting a hand up to her forehead, she brings her hand down to stare at some of the blood that decorates her finger tips.]

Ah-

[With a wave, she brushes away the concern, though is glad for it.] Don't worry about that. I'm more confused than anything. [Which is nothing but the truth. Considering she has no recollection of how she's gotten here, it's cause for worry.]

What just happened? [And then with a shake of her head.] I mean other than the obvious. Where are we? [There's the hope that he might have more answers that she presently does.]

--Seriously? [ Awesome. ] Does the light show come standard with it, or is that something you added on later?

If not for the village of the cat people, she would have been more disturbed by the strong stench of blood. At least no one in this area wanted to eat her. There was sudden movement, out of the corner of her eye. She turned in that direction, and caught a glimpse of dark brown hair emerging from behind some wreckage. For a split second, she wondered if it was… no, that couldn’t be possible. Still, it was someone that needed help.

“Oh-!”

Heart briefly jolting, Alice quickly went over and set her bible down, before grasping a hold of the young woman’s arm. Once they were both standing, she quickly looked over the brunette, checking for any external signs of injury. She wouldn’t hesitate to offer healing, if the young lady needed it.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she reassured in a gentle tone, and then paused to retrieve her bible. “But what of yourself? There is so much blood in this wreckage… Are you alone?”

Can we maybe get out of the ship that may or may not explode on us before you grill me about my powers?

[ Alas, Peter is not the font of knowledge she's surely looking for, because he offers only a sheepish shrug. ]

I uh, have no idea. To both questions.

[ He casts his light around at the fuselage again -- looks like a lot more people are starting to wander off, knapsacks in tow. Lots of dazed faces, at the very least, and Peter frowns. ]

I'm getting the feeling you and me aren't the only ones in the dark, though.

[ A pause, and he casts her a sidelong glance. ] Pun not intended.

After finding a light source, he'd begun searching through the place, completely at a loss for what the hell had even happened. Who the hell was responsible for this shit? He'd have to be sure to thank the bastards once he got his hands on them. That, and show 'em just who they shouldn't have been messin' with!

...In any case, he hadn't been looking for anyone in particular, save for the handful of people he knew. Which amounted to one handful to be exact, though those were all...logistics, or whatever. Anyway, that was the reason he was so damn frozen, once his eyes landed on one familiar face. A sight he'd never expected...to see again... She was right there-... That was...

"A-...lice..."

Situation be damned... He was moving toward her, eyes widened and filled with confusion, even if she wouldn't be able to tell. Arms were wrapping around her far too quickly, far too eagerly, far too gladly to be for any reason other than relief and a strong sense of happiness.

I mean, we could but where's the fun in that? I like the idea of us having a nice, civil chat with a time bomb ticking down in the background.

[ Even as he says it, he gets to his feet, hoisting the bags onto his better shoulder. He casts his light around one last time -- he could grab another bag, probably, just to be on the safe side, but maybe it's better to travel light? -- before heading toward the breech in the ship's hull. ]

[ Come on, Star-Lord, not everything flying at your head is going to be bad. ]

Or on a different one. [ She looks back at the wreckage, about as serious looking as she ever is, although her is brow furrowed in thought now. ] There's nothing to tell us if this is the only crash site. What, however...

[ Gamora won't shrug, but there's a note of uncertainty that typically accompanies one. ]

Something must have picked us up, right out of our own ship. We just don't remember.

[ Aliens get alien abducted by other aliens. ]

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[ She has to shield her eyes from the sun once they step outside, and despite her remark about the ship exploding, she doesn't make it far out the door before she stops and stares. ]

Where are we?

Does it matter?

[ She thinks not. Still, and she honestly hates herself for pausing to even think "but what would Quill do", maybe she should be... nicer. Gamora sighs, quietly, mostly to herself, and answers, ]

Gamora.

The whisper was almost too soft for her to hear. She turned to find the source of the noise, and was very pleasantly surprised. A smile immediately lit up her face, as she watched him making his way over to her… so quickly. Alice couldn’t remember how they had gotten into this situation, but a head injury would explain why. Yuri must have felt so worried when he had woken up… It was such a relief to see him.

“Yuri, are you-!”

Well, he certainly seemed eager to see her! She could hardly breathe from how tightly he was embracing her, and keeping her arms trapped down by her sides. Not entirely appropriate, but under those circumstances, Alice could forgive him, this once… When she tried to move back, he kept holding on, so unwillingly to let her go. Her heart couldn’t help softening with sympathy and care, toward her beloved Yuri. After their journey together, and everything else that happened, he must have thought…

“I’m all right,” she replied hastily, though her voice was muffled against him. She could tell something else was troubling Yuri, by all the tension in his body. “Are you hurt?”

[Frustrating as it is, she thinks he's probably right. But what in the world would have the power and strength to kidnap so many individuals? Not only that, but she's pretty sure it's not just human blood that she smells in here.

Puns tho...

As unfortunate as it is, they don't have much choice but to probably follow suit with the others. As long as everyone is off the ship that hasn't already- well, that can't make it off.]

I hate to admit it, but I think you're right. [They wont be able to really tell if they share any similarities at all until everyone's off board. They can collectively gather information once safely off. Eyes glancing around, she finds a knapsack of her own and pulls the bag down.

. . . Before pulling a second one down with a frown along side it. They should probably take out all they can, right? There's no telling what they're walking out into.]

We should probably get off this thing.

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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

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hanako 'rosalina' nurumi | original character

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Kija | Akatsuki no Yona

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breaking news: i'm a terrible person

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you are :c be gone, demon

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