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Anybody else miss having monsters around to beat the crap out of
Just somethin you can wail on until you stop feeling like you wana punch a wall

This is not a I want someone 2 fight post either Id just like stuff that deserves killing to b around to kill is all

dothelokimotion

Who: First Breath Crew + Visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The First Breath
When: The month of June

[ Before they left the system, Loki, oddly true to his word, gave the First Breath an upgrade. The walls of the First Breath are layered with a clear polished sheen seem magical. During certain times of the day or certain moods people are exhibiting nearby, the walls shift through various light tones of reds, blues and greens. When a person touches the walls, the walls fill with colours and shifting patterns, displaying a location that the person is familiar with. ]

luxoraculi

Who: Lunafreya and you~
Broadcast: Nope.
Action: Yessss.
When: Now thru the end of May~

A - Doggy takeover

[ Lunafreya is not a competitive person. Mostly. And yet somehow she has found herself decked out in Starstrikers colors, although she's donning more silver than black. But she is not the only one -- her two furry companions, Umbra and Pryna also have black and silver bandanas tied around the bottoms of their left front legs. To be fair, Luna isn't in this for competition, not really. She's in it because she's having fun and so are the dogs. It isn't often that her most beloved canines get to be normal 'dogs', after all.

Come join Luna and the pups for some frisbee. The dogs are eager to run and jump after any disk that goes flying, or a ball for that matter. They will be more than happy to bring it back to you and sit patiently for you to throw it again. That's what Luna's been doing for the last few hours.

They can do more than that, though, of course. They can do the whole sit, stay, roll over, play dead thing, too. But Luna thinks that's cheating considering they are messengers of the Gods... well, fun is the whole point in this anyways, right? ]

B - Failure on ice

[ If you are visiting the more snowy area, then you may notice a certain Oracle who is very much attempting to ice skate. The keyword here is attempting. There are so many things that Lunafreya is graceful in, but unfortunately this is not one of them. Her home of Tenebrae got snow and ice during the winter, yes, but she was never allowed to go and skate or play in any of it considering she was in captivity, and even when she was allowed out and about, it was for duty, not play.

But today isn't about duty, it is all about play. Even if she's making a fool of herself as she squeaks and flails embarrassingly and makes the attempt to stay on her feet. She... may need a helping hand here. At least her dogs are cheering her on from the safety of the sidelines. ]

C - Rest and Relaxation

[ Iiiiiit's bench time. If chillaxing is more your thing, it just so happens to be Luna's, too. She's sitting on a bench sipping at a small cup of water, just taking in the sun and enjoying the weather. Umbra and Pryna seem to be ready for a rest, too. They are sprawled out in the grass, basking in the sun and snoozing away. Luna wouldn't mind some company, of course... come join her! ]

D - Wildcard

[ Want to go shopping? Swimming? Or just anything else that comes to mind?! Go for it! ]

starless_sky

Who: Everyone!!
Broadcast: N/A
Where: A little house on the planet!
When: Now!

( We're gonna have a house party! )

actually112

Who: Aang and YOU
Broadcast: None
Action: Red Fish and Planet
When: Right as Aang arrives

Red Fish

[Well, this is definitely not the arena Aang just left. Did they keep him dead and bring him back for another arena?

He's not sure, but he's going to wait until he actually can ask someone he recognizes. In the meantime, this arena seems to have powers, so he's going to take advantage of it.

He grabs a bag--possibly stealing it from someone's room, though it doesn't occur to him that people are really living in individual, undefended rooms--and stuffs it full of any food he recognizes in the kitchen, then any medical supplies that he recognizes in the medical bay, which... is way more than he remembers being able to recognize before.

It takes him a bit before he feels the space behind his ear, discovering a brand new implant in his head.]

Oh come on!

[That's the third time they stuck something in his body without asking!]

Planetside

[Aang doesn't spend much time in the town. He loads up on food and proper desert clothing before heading out into the desert.

He wants to make his own shelter and not depend on what the Capitol has provided. Chances are, something terrible is going to happen to those houses. Once he feels comfortably far away from the town, he drops his bag on the ground and stretches his legs and arms, warming up.

Then he takes a deep breath, centering himself, and then starts blasting the ground with fire.

The sand begins to glow red. Aang manages the heat carefully, keeping it contained or shooting upwards, careful of hurting himself or any animals that may be lurking nearby. As the fire keeps burning, the sand starts melting, and Aang begins bending it with one hand, making it rise and twist into something resembling a cave.

And then he shuts off the fire, a glowing red rough glass shelter left behind. He wipes sweat from his brow and drops into the right posture to start bending the sand to mostly bury the glass, where it will be protected from the sun and camouflaged from other tributes.]

luxoraculi

Who: Lunafreya and YOU!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: YAS!
When: Directly after the shuffle!

[ Twin Roses ]

[ The Twin Roses has a very new, and... probably very temporary communications officer. She's not been on this vessel before, and temporary as she may end up being, she is still keen to explore the ship and meet all of the people within it. Lunafreya may be a little out of her element here, though. She certainly feels like it, considering that she is currently dressed in a rather elaborate wedding gown. It's a bit embarrassing, really, considering... well. The circumstances.

Nevertheless, Lunafreya can be found wandering in various areas of the ship -- the kitchens, the bridge, and of course, communications. Despite her current state of dress, she will be more than happy to be distracted by a pleasant face and a decent conversation. Newbie to this ship she may be, newbie to the Fleet she is not. At least there won't be any silly questions? ]

[ Video ]

[ Having found her way to her quarters, Lunafreya sits on the end of her bed. She has yet to change into the provided clothing that the Fleet fortunately has to offer, because there are far more important matters to tend to at the moment. She offers a soft smile. ]

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, and I was here many moons ago, though I know not how long it has actually been here for the rest of you. [ Ten years have passed in her world... and time doesn't work that way here, if she recalls correctly. ] I was hoping to not only say hello and reintroduce myself, but to perhaps get a role call as to who is still here and who is not.

[ The first time she was here, there was a sadness about her. This time around, that sadness is gone, replaced with something akin to fulfillment, gratitude, and... happiness. Content, even. And it certainly shows on both her face and in her voice. The smile she wears widens and warms further. ]

I look forward to seeing all of my dear friends in person very soon. I cannot wait to both see you all and hear all of the wonderful stories of the time you've spent here.

moseyin

D o any of you ever wonder if your world would be better off without you
?

not like
dying or something back home, but. If you just never went back

ultima_mortis

Who: Death and Everyone Else
Broadcast: Of course!
Action: SS Caprine
When: Today

Action – SS Caprine (Bridge)

He is the first to arrive and the last to leave. Of all the temporary things in life, he is the one that lives the longest, so to speak; longer than plants, people, and the stars themselves. Death is a force of pure energy that is needed wherever there is life, no matter how small. Naturally, he feels quite out of sorts on a spaceship. This is not his beautiful manor nor is it his beautiful planet. Nay, the SS Caprine is the very opposite of one.

It’s the starts that bother him most, really. They’re not at all familiar from anything he’s seen in the past, nor do they look like anything he had seen coming up on the horizon. For a being that’s used to knowing precisely who, what, and where he is, it’s awful. So much vastness in the universe and now he’s lost in the thick of it.

So he sighs. The sound is like dried leaves scattering through a graveyard, the final breath of a whole world, the very essence of finality in the softest tones. The pudding in his hand is pushed around with the spoon.

I DO HOPE SHE WILL FORGIVE ME…

Broadcast

There’s a sudden burst of noise as the feed partially turns on. Still quite dark, but the deep tombstone voice is distinct as it mutters away.

OH! I THINK IT TURNED ON. ODD. SHOULDN’T I BE ABLE TO-

And the broadcast is completed at last, with deep dark pits marked by two bright blue pinpricks of light look into the camera. The pits are a part of a skeleton’s face, permanent grimace and all. Death makes a thoughtful noise.

SO IF THIS ONE TURNS THE VIDEO ON, IF I PRESS IT AGAIN-

Darkness once more, but now the reaper may yet speak with confidence! He turns the feed right back on and nods.

YES, I THINK I HAVE IT NOW. IT LETS YOU TRANSMIT BOTH IMAGE AND SOUND. HOW INTERESTING. THE WIZARDS WOULD HAVE QUITE THE TIME TRYING TO PIECE TOGETHER HOW THIS DEVICE FUNCTIONS. AND IF THIS WORKS THE WAY IT APPEARS TO, I WOULD LIKE TO SAY HELLO AND MAKE AN INQUIRY OF ANYONE WHO CAN SEE THIS. WHERE EXACTLY AM I, AND IF POSSIBLE, WHEN AM I?

starless_sky

Who: Noctis and you!
Broadcast: No.
Action: Yes (Planetside)
When: February

( Vacation had to get away )

ginger_firebird

Who: Mantis et (everyone

Broadcast: Yee

Action: Iskaulit, Planetside

When: Earlier in the afternoon

A. Planetside

Tedious as it is, a man needs clothes that aren't mass produced and cheap, and that means a lot of shopping. He has a fair number of bags hanging off his shoulders or his elbows, but he hardly seems to notice the weight of them at all. In fact, a couple may seem to bob a bit even as he stands still.

He takes a breather to look up at the many multi-colored windows that are scattered throughout the shopping area. It's such a simple and effective means of adding some personality and life to an otherwise ordinary building. Sweeping footsteps carry him in slow circles through the different colors shining onto the ground, and he can even be heard humming quietly to himself.

Passerby who happen to catch his attention will hear a surprised noise followed swiftly by a calm wave. He's in a better mood than usual.

B. Iskaulit

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's not completely graceful, but Mantis is gaining just the slightest bit of confidence on the ice. His arms hang more at his sides as he moves along the edges of the ice skating rink, but not so much that he can't quickly swing them about if his feet give out from under him. He's muttering to himself as he goes along, too, mostly about when to take the curves on either end.

His feet slide out experimentally as he turns to complete a lap, letting him glide more than he steps. Nothing one can win a gold medal on, but he laughs a little with each successful bit of gliding and lifts his head a little higher. Now if only he could figure out how not to completely wipe out when trying to go backwards...

Anyone passing by the rink will get a quick wave as he comes by. Practice will not be stalled much, no matter how much he likes the person on the other side of the panels separating actual floor and ice.

this_loser

Who: Prompto + Open (+private to Noctis)
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Open Iskaulit, Closed Planetside
When: Present

ACTION - Iskaulit

[The planet is a great distraction. But it's not quite enough. Sometimes the stretch of a white field is a little too familiar, and he expects to see the blocks of a Niflheim base over the crest of the next hill. Sometimes Pryna races ahead of him through the trees, and he has to stop himself from tripping over his feet and looking for MTs laying in the snow.

Getting back into a routine helps, and a big part of that is heading over to the Iskaulit every morning and running.

His music is up louder than usual, and he's a bit lost in his head. But he'll offer up canned, smiling, greetings to anyone he does happen to notice.]

PRIVATE to Noctis

[It's a good thing, Prompto thinks, that this planet has fishing. Because getting Noctis up and out of the ship was a must. It still hurt to have Luna and Ignis gone. Some days, he still expected to wander out and find Iggy working on breakfast. He couldn't imagine how much harder it was for his friend.

The dogs were happy to lope around and stretch their legs as well. Gods, he was ever so happy to see Pryna. What a bittersweet gift that had been.

He's happy to play with Umbra and Pryna in the snow while Noct does his thing with the fish.]

rebuildyourruins

Who: everyone
Broadcast: no
Action: Selvin-9
When: throughout December until mid-January

[It's fluff-planet time, fleeters, and there's plenty to do. Snow time like the present!]

* System info

starless_sky

Who: Noctis and Prompto

Broadcast: N/A

Action: First Breath

When: After Lunafreya disappears
( The flowers and my love both never to come back )

bi_otic

Who: First Breath crew
Broadcast: Not unless specified
Action: SS First Breath and Lato'li surface
When: Month of November

[The Vieziri may be on the offensive, but they have their hands full with the crew of the First Breath. The ship has been outfitted inside and out for a fight and the crew themselves aren't to be taken lightly either. The first order of business is repelling the boarding attempts, then rescuing the members of their marooned on the planet below, and finally re-joining the fleet for the attack on the Warlord's ship.

And when the dust settles...?

Who knows.]

tallasaking

Hold on - I just need - okay so ... so I think they've gotten to the towers.

[Tyrion's voice came in clearer, as he moved towards the communicator.]

Right - no picture - but who wants to look at my terrible visage anyways - hello? Hello, can you hear me, Planetside? This is Tyrion Lannister of the SS First Breath. I repeat, this is Tyrion Lannister of the SS First Breath. Can you hear me? Is anyone alive down there?

[Let's see if that slippery bastard is a liar, eh?]

ginger_firebird

Who: Everyone planetside

Broadcast: Not today

Action: Planetside

When: Today

There's a fine art to laying a curse. Whether it's a person or a place, the curse comes down to wishing. The sincere and honest hope for misery and pain is as natural as living and learning to deal with all manner of unpleasant happenstance. What displeases is often looked at as worthy of destruction.

Mantis, therefore, has much to wish for. While his initial agreement to find their medic was made in necessity, he also realized he needs some time alone with his thoughts. More importantly, he needs time to get used to the thoughts of the local wildlife and the people of the planet. Being set upon by hostiles is far from new to him, but it has been a long time since he's felt it so strongly. So deep in the bones of his surroundings.

He mutters under his breath as he walks, alert for any sign of brain activity, both primitive and advanced. His breath is filled with curses for the planet: for it to be starved of sunlight. For it to shrivel and die like fruit left out in the sun. For it's people to come at him to face a swift demise. At least others can be taken up with the comms tower, but he trusts the truly wise to know how to repair something so complicated. They have their specialty and he has his.

Furious as he is, there is a different noise cutting through his words as he walks out carefully in his leather uniform.

There is a hissing, almost gleeful laughter.

thespaceopera

[ It's midday, or close enough to it that the sun is blazing red hot above the planet. Everything seems ordinary - for disturbing, red-tinted values of ordinary, anyway. But the normalcy doesn't last for long.

Without warning, an explosive sound shocks through the jungle. It doesn't come from any one central point, but rather several points, scattered throughout, strategically placed to the advantage of someone. And from those massive shocks rises a wave of missiles - large, fast, and apparently, freely flying. They're guided, and they've locked onto their target: any foreign ship that is currently within Lato'li's atmosphere.

There's no way to mistake it. They're headed right for the Fleet.

The first wave feels a bit sporadic - timings might be off, but the missiles are still deadly, and if they hit, they hit hard. Shields might withstand this wave, but ships without shields will take direct hits. The ability to stay airborn is very, very quickly lost.

The second wave is much more precise, expertly timed and executed by whomever is firing from below. Even smaller shuttles get caught in the crosshairs, and those ships that lasted through the first volley will take a few more shots. If shields saved you before, they will fail here, giving out under the strain.

And the third wave comes, a little bit longer after, to finish the job. There are more of them, and they are far more advanced - they make the previous two volleys look like warning shots. This time, it's all missiles launched, all targets acquired.

Seven Fleet ships - and many, many shuttles - fall out of the sky, headed straight for the surface at alarming speed. Only four ships manage to escape the assault and exit the planet's atmosphere, retreating to orbit as fast as possible. Those lucky enough to have been in orbit can only watch as all of this happens.

But the missiles aren't the only thing up their sleeve. Just when the dust settles, while the network is surely lighting up with activity, attempts to contact one another and check on the status of fellow ships and crew, A loud, quick, terrible screeching noise shocks the network. It drowns out all communications on any connected devices - ship or personal. Ships in orbit will see all on-board systems flicker, then fizzle out, all non-emergency systems have gone completely down.

And with that.. there's silence. Perhaps too much silence. No matter what you do, no matter which buttons you press, which channels you try, there is no connection. Those who have dropped to the surface are entirely radio silent, and those in orbit have been reduced to the barest of abilities and life-support, with the bare minimum of contact.

So... What can you do now? ]

(( ooc: Feel free to use this post as a mingle for all your crashy or missile-dodgy needs!

• The following ships have been shot down: Bishop, Bloodsport, Blue Fish, Goldstone, Heron, Tourist, Twin Roses.
• The following ships are now in orbit: Blameless, Caprine, First Breath, Huntress, Iskaulit, Red Fish, Starstruck, Vanquish, Wonderduck

Good luck, Dear Fleet...~ ♪ ))

blindrecipe

Who: Ignis Scientia
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Ignis' room, First Breath
When: October 1st

Action - Ignis' Room, First Breath

[Falling asleep was easy. Exhaustion had played such a huge part of things when Ignis's head had touched his pillow that night after watching the meteor strike Lyuku. Waking up, on the other hand, is difficult. Everything feels stiff and he's not sure that he really wants to face it. Suddenly, he understands how Noctis has felt on more than one occasion.

A sound to his left catches his attention and he turns his head in that direction, pulling on the scar tissue around his left eye, nose and forehead.]

The Six take me... Gladio, is that you?

[No, this isn't Zegnatus. No bed in the dread fortress was this...comfortable isn't the world. Familiar. This bed is familiar, but not the bed he had in Insomnia. It takes a minute as he attempts to open his sightless eyes out of habit.]

Noct? Prompto?

Video

[Blind men can't see buttons to make it audio only, so take in his nifty scars. ~~It seems the Atroma have taken his sunglasses.~~]

I feel I must apologize to anyone who has been worried about me since the excitement with the inhabitants of Lyuku. I appear to have gone back to Eos for a short period of time.

You may find me on the First Breath should you wish to talk in person.

thespaceopera

[ 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!]

lord_wizard

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you like!
Action: The planet Lyuku, the Iskaulit, and anywhere else you want
When: Sept 1 to Sept 28

[After a rather short time adrift, the fleet is finally in range of another planet. Small, peaceful, and colorful, there is plenty to do and explore.

Maybe it's enough to forget that vague feeling of unease.

Or not.]

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Entries tagged with noctis lucis caelum

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[ first breath mingle ]

(no subject)

[OPEN] If you're gonna be a homebody...

Action - First Arena

(no subject)

text - anonymous

Out of the Bone Orchard

Vacation, all I ever wanted

And everyone who knows us knows

Action | Open

selvin-9 system mingle

Tragedy ensues or how a married man came to be a roomate

First Breath of November

[AUDIO] [Full Ship Broadcast, Above and Below.]

Spirit in the wood, beat the hollow cane

it's gonna rain - and it never ends

Recipe #002 - Waking Up

the veil is thin . . .

Eyuzi System Mingle

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