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driftfleet2017-11-11 05:54 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2017-11-11 05:54 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- !mingle,
- alistair theirin,
- anthony j. crowley,
- aurae "tempest" le paulmier,
- billy kaplan/wiccan,
- chuuya nakahara,
- cloud strife,
- fenris,
- freyja wion,
- hermione granger,
- james "sawyer" ford,
- justice,
- kaname buccaneer,
- leilani lavellan,
- looma red wind,
- prompto argentum,
- riona cousland theirin,
- sayid jarrah,
- snow villiers,
- sokka,
- takeshi,
- thor odinson,
- vash the stampede
sooner or later, god'll cut you down.
Who: Everyone
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Lato'li's orbit and also planetside.
When: Forward dated to 11/15.
[The Interceptor Fleet moves into position, waiting for the last few shield generators to fall. And in the early hours of the 15th, they do. The shield dissolves with a blip as if it was never there, leaving the man-eaters as prone as their prey. The Interceptors send out a transmission-- an unholy mix of Cockney and Australian that graces every available communicator-- if they answer it.]
We’re firin’! Do yer worst, Vieziri! We’re gonna kick yer sorry arses so hard you’ll kiss the moons!
[Five Interceptor ships swoop out of the dark and unload their various weaponry onto the Vieziri warships. At the same time, people stranded on the planet below ready the anti-aircraft guns onto their makers. And of course there is the Fleet itself, battered and yet beautiful across the velvet sky, as they fire everything they have.
Now the Vieziri start moving. Though the big red ship can’t do much maneuvering, the rest of the Vieziri warships certainly can. They fire back at the Interceptors and whoever else fires at them, willing to defend their leader and lose their lives in the process.
Luckily, the Interceptors have their own daring ships, which may look familiar to those who were here for the raider attack. One is emblazoned with racing stripes and flames all along the hull, and it moves so fast it nearly enters hyperspace. It’s there and gone in a flash, weaving past the enemy in crazy thrillseeking loops. Still another Interceptor ship is painted red and orange with a gold plate near the front, which reads BAMF with no explanation. This one has guns aplenty and easily weathers any duel it gets into. The third Interceptor ship is beautiful gold and black, sleek as hell and engineered with sense; this one packs the most gadgets and formidable guns of all calibers, and appears to do the most damage. Trailing behind is a much smaller ship, so nondescript it almost doesn’t stand out at all-- that is, until it forms a barrier to absorb some oncoming fire and reflect it back at the Vieziri.
There’s one ship that’s missing, though-- the one that was blown up several months ago after the heist. In its place is a small black ship that runs invisible to radar, sweeping past with silent speed as it lets loose a barrage of photon missiles onto the Vieziri flagship.
Down below, the Vieziri come out in full force-- one last stand before the warlord falls, trying to finish their fell rituals. Some of them rush the encampments, some go for the cities. Near the restored comms tower, a cloaked figure with a plain white mask fights their way through the onslaught using a plasma blade and a laser rifle.
After an hours-long siege, the big warship finally takes too much fire and breaks apart, lighting up the sky with falling shards like stars. The biggest debris burns up in orbit, but little pieces still rain down. It signals the end as the Vieziri begin to retreat both on ground and in the air. The loss of their leadership leaves them scattered and panicked.
The Fleet has won the day, but as the sun rises again over the wreckage, there is still plenty of work to be done.]
[ooc: Feel free to assume the Interceptors are helping your ships! The gold and black ship can be hailed and will give responses, as she’s been the main point of contact during this plot. You can also run into Zhade, though tags will be slow for both accounting for RL things. Please mark Zhade or Interceptors in the header of your toplevel if you’d like NPC interaction.
Any questions should be asked on the plot post for phase two.]
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Lato'li's orbit and also planetside.
When: Forward dated to 11/15.
[The Interceptor Fleet moves into position, waiting for the last few shield generators to fall. And in the early hours of the 15th, they do. The shield dissolves with a blip as if it was never there, leaving the man-eaters as prone as their prey. The Interceptors send out a transmission-- an unholy mix of Cockney and Australian that graces every available communicator-- if they answer it.]
We’re firin’! Do yer worst, Vieziri! We’re gonna kick yer sorry arses so hard you’ll kiss the moons!
[Five Interceptor ships swoop out of the dark and unload their various weaponry onto the Vieziri warships. At the same time, people stranded on the planet below ready the anti-aircraft guns onto their makers. And of course there is the Fleet itself, battered and yet beautiful across the velvet sky, as they fire everything they have.
Now the Vieziri start moving. Though the big red ship can’t do much maneuvering, the rest of the Vieziri warships certainly can. They fire back at the Interceptors and whoever else fires at them, willing to defend their leader and lose their lives in the process.
Luckily, the Interceptors have their own daring ships, which may look familiar to those who were here for the raider attack. One is emblazoned with racing stripes and flames all along the hull, and it moves so fast it nearly enters hyperspace. It’s there and gone in a flash, weaving past the enemy in crazy thrillseeking loops. Still another Interceptor ship is painted red and orange with a gold plate near the front, which reads BAMF with no explanation. This one has guns aplenty and easily weathers any duel it gets into. The third Interceptor ship is beautiful gold and black, sleek as hell and engineered with sense; this one packs the most gadgets and formidable guns of all calibers, and appears to do the most damage. Trailing behind is a much smaller ship, so nondescript it almost doesn’t stand out at all-- that is, until it forms a barrier to absorb some oncoming fire and reflect it back at the Vieziri.
There’s one ship that’s missing, though-- the one that was blown up several months ago after the heist. In its place is a small black ship that runs invisible to radar, sweeping past with silent speed as it lets loose a barrage of photon missiles onto the Vieziri flagship.
Down below, the Vieziri come out in full force-- one last stand before the warlord falls, trying to finish their fell rituals. Some of them rush the encampments, some go for the cities. Near the restored comms tower, a cloaked figure with a plain white mask fights their way through the onslaught using a plasma blade and a laser rifle.
After an hours-long siege, the big warship finally takes too much fire and breaks apart, lighting up the sky with falling shards like stars. The biggest debris burns up in orbit, but little pieces still rain down. It signals the end as the Vieziri begin to retreat both on ground and in the air. The loss of their leadership leaves them scattered and panicked.
The Fleet has won the day, but as the sun rises again over the wreckage, there is still plenty of work to be done.]
[ooc: Feel free to assume the Interceptors are helping your ships! The gold and black ship can be hailed and will give responses, as she’s been the main point of contact during this plot. You can also run into Zhade, though tags will be slow for both accounting for RL things. Please mark Zhade or Interceptors in the header of your toplevel if you’d like NPC interaction.
Any questions should be asked on the plot post for phase two.]
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[ Hermione is used to the rush of panic and uncertainty that comes after a battle. She doesn't want to let Ignis slip through her fingers any more than he seems to want to let her go. He's alive and solid in her arms, against the touch of her hand, her fingers feeling his pulse against her skin, and it makes her flood with a kind of relief she hadn't felt for a long time. He's here, and Hermione can't imagine letting him slip away even for a moment.
She really doesn't care about the scruff of his facial hair or the mess of his hair - her own is a manic tangle around her head, bushy and thick with the lack of attention, and she knows that both of them look like they've been through hell; they probably have. It comes hand in hand with fighting on a cannibal planet and when she tilts her head it's to breathe him in, closing her eyes and finally letting herself relax.
Ignis is here. He's not a voice, distant on the comms. He's here.
Leaning into the kiss, she hums against his mouth, drawing her arms around him again so she can press up and return it, sneaking another one in between their words. ]
Come and - and sit with me, or stand with me, I don't care. Just be with me.
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He knows there are complications, things they should discuss, but it can all wait. It can all wait until they are back in the relative safety that is their ships. It can wait until Ifrit himself freezes over in the cold of the Glacian's trail.]
I trust you to lead me safely then. I've lost my stick and it's too noisy to rely on sound alone.
[Her and a handful of others have that same amount of blind trust. Literally.]
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Maybe one day they'll get around to actually talking about what they mean to one another (the uncertainty does make her nervous, and question things, and want to make a dozen lists of things she ought to bring up and consider) but for now all that matters is that he's safe. They're together again, and her hand can wrap around his and hold on tight. ]
I can take care of that.
[ A quiet Accio has the stick in her hand, and she's careful as she passes it over to his free one. It doesn't stop her tugging gently, though, urging him to follow in step with her as she leads him over to a quiet corner where all her things have been parked. She urges Ignis to sit down first and only when he's moved and made himself comfortable does she drop down to join him. ]
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They aren't, but a part of him wishes that were the case. A great deal. Because he is very keep to keep her just where she is.]
That appears to be a very handy spell. It reminds me a bit of Noct's ability to warp in battle.
[If only he and the others had been willing to draw upon their king's magic more, they could have been as proficient in it as any of the Kingsglaive, but Noctis didn't have the ring and they didn't like the implications.]
Between that, the spell you used to create my glasses and your general disposition, I think I'll have to keep you around.
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Smiling, she squeezes his hand, humming softly. She's just so happy to be here, back with him. ]
I have a lot of handy spells, actually. I should show you some more one day.
[ Sitting with him, Hermione leans against him just a little, letting herself breathe him in - but then she rests her chin on his shoulder, letting herself drink him in. ]
Were you planning to get rid of me, Ignis?
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I would be honored should you want to do that. And more conversations about the difference of magic on our worlds would also be nice.
[He takes great comfort in her desire to touch him. He has become more tactile out of necessity, but he was never a touchy-feely sort of person. And he probably won't start now, but having her touch him is very nice.]
No, not as of yet. I think having you around will provide Prompto great joy.
[His tone is light and teasing, a sure sign of his own pleasure in all of this.]
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I'd be glad to show you anything you'd like, Ignis. I'm sure there are a lot of differences the two of us could investigate.
[ And it means spending more time together, which she is absolutely not against whatsoever. She's incredibly happy with the idea, actually, and she can feel her smile widening as she shifts to make herself more comfortable.
Even so, his words make her laugh. ]
I'd hate to be the person that stops him from being happy.
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However, there is a part of him that wishes he could see her smile, watch her perform magic once more.
And yet he wonders if he'd have had enough nerve to kiss her had he not been blinded.
And then she laughs, and it doesn't fucking matter.]
Yes, and I'm sure that he'll demand to be the one to chronicle your every step now.
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Tilting her head up, she rests her chin on his shoulder, just so. It's enough. It makes her feel happy, and there's a warmth that buzzes inside of her, making her want to hold onto his arm and not let go. ]
I'm sure I don't need any photographs of myself. He can take pictures of something actually useful.
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[Spoken like someone who's known Prompto for a while now. Five years.]
It's better to give in and accept your fate as one of his subjects. He has a great deal of them from the wedding.
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[ It's said almost fondly, though. ]
Wait - how many does he have from the wedding?
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[And Ignis is fond while he speaks about his friend.]
There were quite a few of you from the wedding. He sent me some, but others I have confiscated and made him delete from his camera.
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[ She's not particularly vain, not really, not with her scarring and her other interests, but... All the same... ]
Maybe there are some I could keep, too. For my room.
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[Because he checked them all when he was still completely sighted.]
Besides, I have a great deal of the ones that I didn't make him delete completely in my room. Remind me to show them to you another time.
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[ Just to judge. And maybe to keep. ]
I'll remind you the next time I come over and visit. How about that?
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[She is the one out of the two of them that can still get any satisfaction out of looking at them, after all. He just needs to make sure that he gives her the correct box.]
Yes, that can be arranged. Since now you can come and go as much as you wish.