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redactable2020-09-26 10:17 pm
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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL (OVERFLOW)
WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL (43 remain) Whatever each character was doing—chatting with friends, going to bed, saving the world—ceases. In fact, it's likely nothing more than a groggy memory now, as they open their eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. Apparently, they took a nap right in the middle of a small town, plopped outside on the paved road. Ow? Oh, but it looks like they've been given a goodie bag. Everyone likes gifts, right? Inside, it contains:
- packets of tea - one unlabeled pill - a rock that resembles the galaxy - if they're of age, a mini bottle of alcohol; if they're underage, a can of Mountain D*w Baja Blast instead - a singular condom - a single random one of these pillows (how did this fit?) - a handheld device Should they boot up the device, the screen helpfully informs them that it's a Participant Help System (PHS). Not much on it, but it does have a few apps, including a memo one for taking notes. There's also a messaging system, though it's only capable of receiving messages, not sending any. As a matter of fact, there's an alert for a new message already. Maybe it'll explain what's going on. Good evening, everyone. Uh, how are we sure theyāre arriving in the evening? Just say āhelloā! Or āgreetingsā! Greetings is fancy, right? Oh thatās true. Greetings, everyone. Thatās better? Yes! Except maybe we take out the thatās better part in the final version. Will do! Er, what? Unfortunately, it seems as though that's the only info they're given for now. In the meantime, why not explore the surrounding area? A number of buildings are locked, and the Planetarium appears to be closed, but there's enough to keep the characters occupied for a day or two. They might even want to get to know their fellow "participants" better, while they're at it. |
NAVIGATION locations āĖ. statuses *+:ļ½” ic profiles :āo ic rules dļ¾ļ¾ļ½„ļ½” audience requests murder proposals ļ½”ā§o private conversations dļ¾oļ½” curfew dļ¾ā§ memories |

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[ xie lian sounds approving, and as he listens to this fascinating young ghost or spirit or something speak, he can't help but fall into a matching stance of his own, loose and easy. ] - Well, it doesn't seem like we have much to do but wait.
Would you like to spar? [ SPARKLES ]
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there was so much you could learn about someone in a friendly spar, and, well, if he was going to be here with everyone he might as well get to know them]
Oh, is it okay?? That'd be great! I mean, I'd be honored.
[once again, he gives the deep, respectful fist-in-palm bow, then takes his stance and waits
is it possible that his eyes are glowing just a bit brighter?]
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[ xie lian is equally bright at the mere suggestion!! he smiles, settling into his own movements. for alphonse, sparring against xie lian may feel a bit familiar - his martial style is not at all far off of someone from xing. he is mostly on the defensive, at first, letting al come at him with all the strikes he likes. his hands are folded behind his back for the moment, and he dips and dodges with grace. ]
-- Amazing! [ he praises, at a particularly good swing, ducking underneath his fist. ] You move so quickly to be wearing such a thing!
[ his praise is very very genuine! but also wow good luck getting a hit on him. ]
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but his large body and relative inexperience make for easy openings, and unlike a normal combatant it's almost like he isn't at all worried about being hit in his vitals, opting instead for big, powerful strikes]
Just like I thought! You're a master!
[Alphonse laughs as he launches into another high kick
One thing that almost certainly doesn't escape Xie Lian's notice is the complete absence of breathing sounds under the sounds of sparring, no exhortations of effort aside from the cries used by martial artists when fighting. Also strange is a sudden clap that he does mid-fight, the motion obviously practiced but he hesitates for a second right after it, as if confused.]