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driftfleet2017-09-15 08:53 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2017-09-15 08:53 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- adalwolfe hawke,
- anders,
- carl grimes,
- cloud strife,
- edna,
- edwin jarvis,
- felix gaeta,
- fenris,
- fie claussell,
- ginko,
- ignis scientia,
- justice,
- katie mccoy,
- looma red wind,
- maedhros nelyafinwë maitimo fëanorian,
- matt murdock,
- max rockatansky,
- nami,
- noctis lucis caelum,
- pavel chekov,
- prompto argentum,
- psycho mantis,
- riona cousland theirin,
- sam winchester,
- serah farron,
- shouta aizawa,
- snow villiers,
- sorey,
- takeshi,
- uraraka ochako,
- vash the stampede,
- yuri katsuki
the veil is thin . . .
[ On the night of the 16th, the feeling of tension and horrid anticipation comes to a head. Everything stops when the sun goes down-- even the ever-present music in the hoppingest part of the city center. One by one, everyone turns their eyes to the skies. The young and old alike pour out of their houses, some in bare feet, and they point to the velvety blanket of stars.
It takes a second to find it, especially if one is unaccustomed to the starscape. But even a casual observer can see it.
A brightly-shining star, larger than the others, and growing larger.
An announcement cuts across all communication channels that encourages people to evacuate to the space station, but it’s clear that these are just people and they’ll need some help. Supplies, equipment, organization, there’s something for everyone to do.
Civilization is disrupted by a panicked stampede of people vying for limited seats aboard spacefaring craft. Within hours, there will be crushed glass, looting, and chaos.
The clock is ticking. Will you help? Or would you rather watch the dying gasps of a Singing Planet from a safe distance? ]
[OOC: Please see this post for plot details. Phase two has begun! Feel free to use this post as a reaction post, mingle, etc. or make your own!]
It takes a second to find it, especially if one is unaccustomed to the starscape. But even a casual observer can see it.
A brightly-shining star, larger than the others, and growing larger.
An announcement cuts across all communication channels that encourages people to evacuate to the space station, but it’s clear that these are just people and they’ll need some help. Supplies, equipment, organization, there’s something for everyone to do.
Civilization is disrupted by a panicked stampede of people vying for limited seats aboard spacefaring craft. Within hours, there will be crushed glass, looting, and chaos.
The clock is ticking. Will you help? Or would you rather watch the dying gasps of a Singing Planet from a safe distance? ]
[OOC: Please see this post for plot details. Phase two has begun! Feel free to use this post as a reaction post, mingle, etc. or make your own!]
( ii )
[ the others, that is. the only one with a quicker metabolism than his that steve knows about is barry and the man is barely seen - nothing beyond a quick red streak rushing through the streets and gone after a blink of an eye.
steve, all in black, lacking the glamour of the stars and the stripes is hardly as fast. ]
it'll take more than this for me to fall ill.
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[He's not about to turn away from his friend, just because he's superhuman.]
It's not just a matter of physical endurance, but mental.
... It's not easy to try and work against the clock, knowing the planet can't be salvaged.
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[ he agrees, not without an air of frustration. he's not used to this, giving up on something. it was difficult enough to accept that sokovia will be laid to ruin even after their best efforts.
he doesn't know where are the nearer planets for all these people to go. ]
I'll settle for getting all these people out. I can't get some of them to see sense at all.
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[He gives a little smile, fighting the rather heavy atmosphere around them.]
While you and the others work on large-scale evacuations, I can work on stragglers who hesitate to leave.
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[ steve, when handling such situation, tends to use his captain america voice and persona, even now that he had abandoned the title and the uniform. and it's not the grand voice, booming with cheeky confidence, it's strict and leaves no room for questions, it's the soldier.
not everyone likes that. ]
It's the older people I have trouble with.
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Now that I can certainly handle. Patience and carefully verbalized sympathy is a virtue in these situations. Tense as they may be. [He looks fond, though.] It's hard to turn off the military mode, I am well aware. I suppose I was just never built for the stature in the first place.
[He had been an aide. There's a reason he picked that role -- because a lot of other areas in the military were not his cuppa. He wanted to help and make a difference, but also appease his family, after all.]
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[ steve nods, looks around them at the swarms of people running to safety, carrying bags of valuable things on their shoulders and hurrying their children as they go. ]
Some situations call for more than just soldiers.
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Mr. Rogers, you know -- I was a soldier.
A general's aide, in fact. I was just not a very good one.
[Did he ever learn about that... ugly part of his life? Well. He supposes if anyone would understand, perhaps it would be Steve. Ever since the calibrations, he's felt... less ashamed of himself. Not of the deed, of course, but of what others would think. How he'd almost failed Ana in the process. Other things. But never of the rather illegal act.]
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[ and if they're lucky, maybe they'll be able to have this conversation at length when all of this is said and done. in the meantime, he dares ask - ]
Where did you serve?
[ he doesn't address jarvis' judgment of himself. steve wouldn't say he's such a good soldier himself. he finally turned into one when he disobeyed orders, after all. ]
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[He turns, looking out over the resting and moving bodies about them.]
I was not placed in any particular army group, however; I went to the United States with my wife nearly before the war, with much thanks to Mr. Stark, so you and I wouldn't have crossed paths. [He's grateful to have not seen what so many soldiers had to endure, and it has always been a source of guilt despite that. After all, he should have been there to help defend his country; if he hadn't gotten caught... Well, he supposes there's no use dwelling for long.]
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[ funny, that he never knew jarvis served but then, why wouldn't he? nearly everyone steve used to know did. it's just so odd to imagine the man in uniform. ]
Seems like we have the chance now.
[ in the middle of this fresh chaos. ]
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But he would never want to be disagreeable with the captain, unless for good reason.]
It's quite the honor indeed.
[He offers a smile, eager to keep the optimism strong.]
Shall we get to it?