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Player Plot: It's Die Hard on a Ship
Who: Closed to those who (before this posting) signed up for the plot. Feel free to comment to the Job Interview thread even if you haven't!
When: On or around early-mid November.
Where: In the sky! On the Pravoka Interviews take place at Ashelia's apartment in Lavode.
What: It's Die Hard on a ship.
Warnings/Notes: Violence, cussing. Okay, all done! Tag in, y'all! Please reemeber to tag yourselves :) Yippie ki-yay, mofos!
Loading up the ship seems to be going smoothly enough, despite the harried look on Lady-Captain Ashelia’s face. She walks to and fro, Kupozencrantz struggling to stay by her side, as she refers once, twice, three, four, more times to her iMog slate. She makes a call - and after a short discussion, appears to acquiesce. Loading and boarding seems to proceed apace. The crew is signed in, inventory is checked and double checked, and the maiden voyage of the Pravoka under Lady-Captain Ashelia B’nargin Dalmasca is on her way.
The atmosphere on the ship is calm and easygoing; there’s a lot of cargo to guard, but a lot of people to guard it. The meals are generous, just on this side of lavish, the mattresses in the (albeit cramped) bunks are surprisingly soft and fluffy (is that memory foam? Does memory foam exist on Vaikuntha?) and the air circulation would put some spas to shame. It’s a more or less pleasant time. Until it isn’t.
Shortly before midnight, with the crew scattered about the ship, the lights are cut. Radar and monitoring equipment just shuts down. The ship shakes and groans and, depending on where you are, footsteps can be heard. Hushed voices. Then, you smell something. Or do you? Before you can react, everything goes black. Blacker. More black.
When you come to, you have no idea where you are for a good couple minutes. The room spins around you. You try to move, but find you can’t move your arms. They’re tied behind you, or to the arms of another one of your companions, or above you...are you in the brig? No, you realize as you feel yourself sinking into the plush mattress beneath you. Not the brig at all. Regardless, your next course of action is clear: get free, figure out who did this, and make them pay.
When: On or around early-mid November.
Where: In the sky! On the Pravoka Interviews take place at Ashelia's apartment in Lavode.
What: It's Die Hard on a ship.
Warnings/Notes: Violence, cussing. Okay, all done! Tag in, y'all! Please reemeber to tag yourselves :) Yippie ki-yay, mofos!
Loading up the ship seems to be going smoothly enough, despite the harried look on Lady-Captain Ashelia’s face. She walks to and fro, Kupozencrantz struggling to stay by her side, as she refers once, twice, three, four, more times to her iMog slate. She makes a call - and after a short discussion, appears to acquiesce. Loading and boarding seems to proceed apace. The crew is signed in, inventory is checked and double checked, and the maiden voyage of the Pravoka under Lady-Captain Ashelia B’nargin Dalmasca is on her way.
The atmosphere on the ship is calm and easygoing; there’s a lot of cargo to guard, but a lot of people to guard it. The meals are generous, just on this side of lavish, the mattresses in the (albeit cramped) bunks are surprisingly soft and fluffy (is that memory foam? Does memory foam exist on Vaikuntha?) and the air circulation would put some spas to shame. It’s a more or less pleasant time. Until it isn’t.
Shortly before midnight, with the crew scattered about the ship, the lights are cut. Radar and monitoring equipment just shuts down. The ship shakes and groans and, depending on where you are, footsteps can be heard. Hushed voices. Then, you smell something. Or do you? Before you can react, everything goes black. Blacker. More black.
When you come to, you have no idea where you are for a good couple minutes. The room spins around you. You try to move, but find you can’t move your arms. They’re tied behind you, or to the arms of another one of your companions, or above you...are you in the brig? No, you realize as you feel yourself sinking into the plush mattress beneath you. Not the brig at all. Regardless, your next course of action is clear: get free, figure out who did this, and make them pay.
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But the attack's still going. And it is dangerous. Even he can't deny that. These enemies might not see reason. And yet, killing just feels so fundamentally wrong.
So he's not going to attack. Instead, he proceeds to Mix two potions to create an Ultra Potion. Perhaps he can at least heal the party.
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Oh, well.
She's going to have to do some healing once the battle's over. She looks at Papyrus, hoping to catch his eye, and nods an understanding at him before casting Malefic on the Paladin. It's her first time attacking in the battle so far, but the sooner they take them down, the sooner they can attempt some first aid, she hopes.
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The paladin in taken down too, the combination of physical and magical spells too much for him to keep his feet. He stumbles momentarily, and is taken down by Corrin, barely conscious. From somewhere underneath his armor, the iMog slates fall out, clattering to the floor.
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"I suggest you start talking, paladin."
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He's not... super thrilled about all this carnage, but these people seem to have attacked the airship, and one of them did try to kill him.
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Azusa has already made her way to the Berserker. Her slate goes unclaimed, laying on the floor, as she casts Benefic over and over on the Berserker, watching his wounds heal right beneath her hands. She might need more than her magic at this rate, though; some potions might help stabilize him soon.
"Young man," she says to Serge, since he doesn't look bloodthirsty. "Can you bring me some of the ropes? We don't have to hurt these two any more."
She's not going to use the word kill, but she's also not looking at Mathilda or Baiken right now.
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These were people. He still couldn't look past that.
And so as he approached, a distinct frown remained carved into his skeletal face.
"AH. SO... WHAT NOW?" He reaches down, fishing out his slate before looking to the Berserker.
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He reaches out to put a hand on Papyrus' shoulder.
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That said, it might make the survivors more agreeable to talk. So she'll take advantage of that possibility.
"Serge is right." She nods. "Which is why once we've tied these ones up, before we leave them, they're going to tell us what they know." She stares hard at the Paladin, in full Princess of Nohr mode, a mask that she had hoped never to wear again, but can pull out when she needs to seem threatening and intimidating. It's one she learned how to wear all to well during the Hoshidan war.
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The paladin's breaths heave as he struggles to keep conscious himself. "I ain't sayin' shit. Do what ye like. Ye won."
Almost as if in answer to Papyrus' question, the iMog slates light up. It would seem that the party has mail. Once they check their inboxes, they'll see a message.
If you can read this, rendezvous by the bridge. Please hurry.
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"Follow me to the bridge, or stay behind and lick your wounds, I don't care," Baiken's shoulder had left a nice crimson streak down her own sleeve, but she seemed to be ignoring the pain entirely.
"But I intend to kill whoever is responsible for this, so if you're squeamish about this kind of thing, then stay out of my way." And off she went.
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Azusa starts, but then she loses her words as quickly as she loses her sense of direction. Once she's finished healing all the open wounds on the man's body, depleting her magic power in the process, she continues.
"It's fine, really...you can keep going. I'll stay here and keep out of everyone's way, and I'll get in touch with Wendy so she can call the authorities."
She places her hands on her robes, bunching them in the fabric.
"It's fine, really...," she repeats more quietly, before moving over to heal the Paladin a little, but only after he's knocked out and tied up.
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"And I need to get my chocobo along the way. A cavalier isn't much without her mount."
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This is still so much to take in, but Matilda's right- they can't really. Afford to split up. "ANYWAY! I CAN MIX US UP AN ULTRA POTION TO HELP WITH AT LEAST SOEM OF OUR WOUNDS. THEN I SUPPOSE IT'S JUST A MATTER OF FINDING THAT AFOREMENTIONED MOUNT AND PRESSING ONWARD..."
He pauses again. "...THOUGH DO YOU THINK IT WILL ULTIMATELY COME DOWN TO MURDER AGAIN?"
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"And I have to agree with the others, Azusa; we need to stick together. It's safer for all of us that way."
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They'll find Ashelia waiting for them, tapping her foot impatiently and glancing towards the door to the bridge. She looks over as the party enters, relief washing over her features. "Father above, you made it. Quickly, we must storm the bridge. They've commandeered the ship."
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"We're all geared up, though some of these kids seem to be debating the morality of killing, so no promises they'll be of much use if things get hairy," and Ashe didn't need to ask to know where Baiken stood on that. She'd made it absolutely clear.
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But truth is, deep down, it's still a lot to soak in. The carnage. The violence. Sure, he loves a good brawl! But this was quite... intense. Especially given that these were people and not Moogle serial killers or vicious Medusas.
Regardless, he turns toward the door. There's no point in arguing, is there? They have work to do!
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She's not adverse to fighting these bandits, but she would also happily accept their surrender if they could get it.
Then her brow furrows. "Wait, how did you escape, Lady Ashelia?"
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