The Quiet Mods (
thequietmods) wrote2022-01-10 08:34 pm
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TDM #1
The ice isn't the only thing cracking right now. Spring storms can be violent, and the thunder is strong enough to reverberate in your chest. Outside of the chilly cave, a torrential downpour makes it nearly impossible to leave the cave and get your bearings. However, through the weather, and past the giant things that seem to be moving in the weather, something large looms in the distance.
The rain and the moving things make it hard to be sure, and you can't even see the horizon line, so it's either a very large body of water, some sort of man-made structure off in the distance, or both. Until the storm clears, no one can be sure which it is.
1. Someone, though, their voice just barely echoing off the walls, seems to be coming up with theories. Is it you? Do you think this is a waste of time?
2. Are you trying to go out into the hostile weather, risks be damned? Is it because you don't care? Do you think you can survive it?
3. Being trapped in a cave full of people stuck in pillars of ice is weird, isn't it? Isn't it even weirder that you used to be in one and now you're not? Are you going to help the others trapped in the ice? It should be warned that trying to break someone out when they're not awake to help will shatter the pillar, and the person inside.
4. As the storm clears up, night has fallen. Thunder booms in the distance and the sound of insects and wild animals picks up. Wolves howl in the darkness. Is now the time to make a move, or are you going to stay in this uncomfortable, but untouched, shelter?
The rain and the moving things make it hard to be sure, and you can't even see the horizon line, so it's either a very large body of water, some sort of man-made structure off in the distance, or both. Until the storm clears, no one can be sure which it is.
1. Someone, though, their voice just barely echoing off the walls, seems to be coming up with theories. Is it you? Do you think this is a waste of time?
2. Are you trying to go out into the hostile weather, risks be damned? Is it because you don't care? Do you think you can survive it?
3. Being trapped in a cave full of people stuck in pillars of ice is weird, isn't it? Isn't it even weirder that you used to be in one and now you're not? Are you going to help the others trapped in the ice? It should be warned that trying to break someone out when they're not awake to help will shatter the pillar, and the person inside.
4. As the storm clears up, night has fallen. Thunder booms in the distance and the sound of insects and wild animals picks up. Wolves howl in the darkness. Is now the time to make a move, or are you going to stay in this uncomfortable, but untouched, shelter?
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But they sure were the right size for dinosaurs, weren't they? Or maybe it was the dark playing tricks on her. Hell, she couldn't even tell what that was even further in the distance. She frowns, glances around, then snaps her fingers at someone nearby. "Hey, are you doing anything? Can you tell what's going on out there?"
2. "Hey," She's moved on, now, to the people in the pillars. Now she's holding out her hands, trying to catch someone still working their way free. "Hold on, you're going to fall if you keep that up! Here, let me help."
3. A faint blue glow envelopes her as she waves her hand. In response, an icy throne appears in front of her, one that she settles in with a groan. "It feels like I haven't sat down in forever," Rose complains, still watching the storm. "Add that to the list of complaints to issue to whoever put us in those pillars, I guess." She glances over, spotting someone, and leans forward in her seat. "What do you think?" She raises her hand, tapping her wrist underneath the slightly odd-looking gauntlet that's similar to the one they have. "My communicator band isn't reaching anything, but that could be because of the cave. Or we could be too far away. Or... Anything, really."
She heaves a sigh. "I just want to know what on Earth is going on."
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Then he trails off and shakes his head. He hadn't been happy, where he was, but this place isn't any better. Some cave in the wilderness will not have food or water or anything enough for all the people in these pillars.
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But there it was. It even fit her hand, too, like it'd been made for her. Not that she remembered even putting the thing on.
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Then again, she doesn't freeze people this completely at all! That could kill them!
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It also looked very pathetic. "Astrid's not use to this kind of thing."
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"What. Is that." It doesn't even come out as a question as she just. Points. A bit of panic enters her eyes and she glances at Nora again. "It's huge!" And somehow kind of pathetic, stuck in the pillar like that, but still. Big monster is big.
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That, and they tended to like their forest. Nora grunts as she frees herself, but Astrid's big head swivels towards Rose and he hoots at her sorrowfully.
"He's trained, so he isn't going to bite you," she adds as mostly an after-thought
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Still, it seems more... pathetic than bloodthirsty. Unless that was part of the trap? But Nora seems pretty together about it all and Rose had offered to help... Ugh. Wincing slightly, she closes the distance and cautiously pulls a chunk of ice away from it. "Steady there..."
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Astrid, for his part, clicks his beak at Rose and turns his face away from her, crunching on the ice carefully. It cracks up his side hard, and he turns his face to hers again, as if suggesting she do the same thing.
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No. Not gonna chew on his ice. What she will do, however, is rear back and give it a good kicking, splintering chunks of the ice off of his side. She may not look it, but she's no pushover when it comes to physical power.
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"No, I've never heard of it, but considering all the in and out time shenanigans I've had to deal with lately, it wouldn't surprise me if it was buried under the ice." That was just the way of things with her home planet. No warmth, only ice. She pulled her rifle free and checked it over to make sure there was no damage on it. When it appeared that it was fine, she breathed a sigh of relief. "I've never seen anyone with blue hair before, though. Is it natural?"
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"Time shenanigans?" That sounds like something science-fictiony to her. But then, who really knew what all was out there? This woman didn't seem like she was from the same country as Karina, and that gun seemed absolutely antique. At the question, she blinks, then laughs a little and shakes her head. "No, it just looks like that when I freeze it in place." A bonus effect in protecting her identity!
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"Huh, I didn't know you could do that to hair." Nora nodded, sounding a bit impressed. "But yes, we had to do a lot of things involving time before I left my group. I'd had enough of it."
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"Not on Earth," she finally manages to bother saying, in one of the moments where no chattering chatterboxing appears to be happening.
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She cuts her gaze to whoever spoke and pauses. That is... a very white girl. Whiter than white, even. Was she an albino? That would be a new one for her. She blinks, processing the brief sentence, then frowns. "What do you mean 'not on Earth?' Where else would we be?"
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What a pain.
She points outside, briefly. Then to the pillars. Then makes a ┌( ಠ_ಠ)┘ gesture with her whole body, as if wondering what the fuck is wrong with Rose's eyes that she can't tell the obvious herself, like, hello?!
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Look, she can handle being kidnapped to some godforsaken cave, but being kidnapped to another world? That's the kind of thing that only happens in bad science fiction stories. Right?
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White sighs again. "So stubborn."
She shifts, so she's not completely hunching in on herself like a NEET without a computer chair to use as a comfort blanket would anymore but almost sitting like a normal person who is participating in a discussion would, and briefly puts her hand to her face so she can gnaw a bit on one thumb.
And then, with a grunt, leans forward, as one eye opens, revealing a blood red iris with eight bright, shining white pupils, and suddenly there's a whole translucent three-dimensional render of the Milky Way galaxy in the space between them, out of nowhere, from nothing, with a giant red arrow pointing to a single spot on it with the words "THIS IS EARTH" flickering above it. Her eye jerks to the side, and then the galaxy shivers, rotates, and is ... no longer the Milky Way. A new arrow appears, in puce. The words "THIS IS US (probably)" flicker to life above it.
Her eye closes, but the display remains. "Deal with it," she says, leaning back against the cave wall and smiling in that rude sort of way someone does when they know they're right but already expect the other person in the conversation will disbelieve them on principle anyway and thus find said other person the equivalent of a small, yippy dog of some kind, rather than a person with any sense at all.