Mingle Log

[clockray]

To break some of that pesky ice, have a mingle log, guys! Space has not only warped, but converged, and there's a patchwork of scenery along with it.

Here are some places of interest, though you can make up whatever you want.

Crystal Tokyo ruins
Shattered, bare, crumbling ground, complete with desiccated corpses. A sliver of Evil Black Crystal is present and slowly infecting nearby realities.

Fancy restaurant
Glinting chandeliers, nicely-set tables (with only bread and various butters), nice view of a river...there's an elevator, but where it goes - especially in this situation - is up in the air. Faint classical music drifts through the dimensional plains.

Shopping center
Ah, capitalism...maybe that thing's on sale. Maybe there's one left!

A rainforest
The mud's two feet deep, the air's thicker than paste and-- yep. Yep, this is a crocodile nest/quicksand/a jaguar.

A castle
A labyrinthine, chilly, Gothic building surely not home to a vampire.

The Moon Kingdom
Yes. That one, if just a slice. Lot of water and elegance here - inhale the peace.

A loop
A loop of space. No matter what direction someone goes, they end up where they just were. At least it feels like progress?

Empty space
Featureless, freezing, silent, without gravity, and pitch black. Fun times.

Comments

[330senshi]

Tarla faced her. This machine. This stranger who slipped in through the cracks, shattered her and now demanded she take a knife and slit her skin, tear her muscles, snip every tendon, peel open and bear her heart to die. Being a senshi was her only worth. Who hated her? The most?

"Did 412 send you?"

But as Tarla asked she doubted. She couldn't matter. Distantly, through the pain and confusion she knew. She was in a line with countless senshi. She was at the end. To her right was another line, shorter. Girls who couldn't fight anymore. And between the left and right were the ones who fought anyway. The ones this senshi walked on, who cut their leotards and cracked their necks with her damn heels and took their power as they throed.

Tarla trembled. She trembled from her wounds and disbelief, and terrified, she decided. CX330 was a young star. It didn't have long to live. But in three years its light shone a hundredfold, and here was her chance to match it.

[senshiofreach]

The numbers fell onto deaf ears, but remained noted, registered, and marked for a future target. It meant that more senshi were around, and if any of them presented themselves as a threat to the UNSC... the results would be devastating.

Per the orders of Section Three, all soul gems had to be taken.

"Classified."

She answered simply, standing in front of the errant senshi. Then, she jolted forward towards the gem.


((OOC: Open for a threadjack for any to rescue her, if you wish!))

[330senshi]

An unlikely future...there's a lot of space out there.

Tarla, having never fought, expected everything. Magnifying her smallest movement, she twisted to the side and dodged her killer, and just as 'fast' raised her arm to bash back what she thought was coming. Too little force and her guard broke, too much or unsynchronized and a bone fractured.

Fine. She was dying anyway.


((OOC: A rescue or even another attacker would be great! If anyone wants to join in they can reply to me here, and if someone doesn't after a week or two I'll edit and we'll continue one-on-one.))