redshiftrp | Entries tagged with assassin's creed: ratonhnhakéton

Well Anchor, you snooze you lose. Turns out the first person to be killed got axed by the fucking maze. I'm incredibly disappointed in all of you.

But we do have some loopholes that can be exploited for your benefit, cuz I'm such a swell guy.

So for starters, I am a man of my word, but I can't exactly give the prize to the room itself which means I can either give it to the dead guy, or we can collectively agree this little contest of mine is still going.

Secondly, he's kind of a robot. So I don't think this even really counts. I mean he's absolutely dead. Or was anyway. But that seems like a technicality. Void where prohibited and all that.

Someone convince me they're still gonna do a murder and I'll keep this swank phone up for grabs.

tsuyoi_ame

[He fiddles with the screen after he first appears for a moment. Once he has it set he gives a big thumbs up to the camera with a smile. Excuse the slightly sweaty teenager in his sword practice clothing. He has been training when he gets the chance.]

Yo, I'm Takeshi Yamamoto, are there any places good for sword training?

[He has been exploring but he misses the dojo where he usually trains. He has one more question but first, a sparrow who looks to be made of rain flutters around his head while a pup with three short swords with blades appearing rain made as well pops up to lick his face. He laughs.]

Oh, Jiro and Kojiro say hi too. Does anyone need any help with projects or jobs? [He would like to keep training but also get involved in helping around Anchor any way he can.]

writtendestiny

What would you do if you could change the world?

I mean, if you could LITERALLY change it. Not just make small changes by doing something, or saving someone.

If you could write something and have it be true, what would you do?

nothinglikefather

Ladies, Gents and Qubit:

If you happen to find neatly folded trousers tucked away in corners around the place, leave them alone.

It's important they stay where they are in case of emergencies.

If you take them and don't replace them I will know and you will regret it.

And if you do see a tall, naked, handsome man looking for said trousers: Do not touch.

kaballin

Hey assholes.

This is Kabal and I've got a proposition for you.

So I dunno how many of you were here right from the beginning like me, stuck in this place for fucking ever. Anyway, you know no one has died? People disappeared but no one's died.

Makes you wonder what happens to people when they do.

So in the interest of science and my amusement, I've got a prize for the first person to kill someone. I mean I guess you can off yourself too, but if you don't come back then you're screwed out of the prize, but you do you.

I've got a better phone than the shit we were given. It has games, these things: 🍆💦, a Geiger counter, music player. A bunch of other stuff. And it's yours if you prove you did the deed so we can see if they stay dead or turn into a zombie or who knows what else.

Don't have to kill anyone specific, but if it's Qubit I'll throw in a personal shield generator.

Oh and the robot samurai, two story tall lego sculpture and the light up metal ninja don't count. Gotta be a person.

vosseeker

[ Starscream sounds exhausted, although he's making an obvious effort to maintain his usual crisp tones. ]

Despite the volatile storm surges, I was finally able to get a decent pass over that city visible from Anchor's dome. At first it appeared to be a colony similar to this one, but it has been almost completely taken over and covered by sand. Subsequent passes reveal differences in structure and design, however... more advanced than Anchor.

[ He will include several images taken from the air high above the mystery city. Tall spires surround the concave colony filled in with sand, with only their tall tips standing like atolls in an ocean. The area surrounding the city is pockmarked by many round pits with dark holes at their bottoms. ]

But while scanning, I discerned multiple substance readings that don't match the rest of what I've observed on this planet.

[ This time, he uploads scientific analysis of various canon-specific materials - all of them have some radiation corruption in the telemetry, making a 100% identification impossible... but there's reasonable data points to strongly suggest the readings as viable. ]

Those pits in the pictures are nests, by the way. There are large toothy invertebrates living under the sand. Before anyone asks, yes, they're aggressive.

Do with this information what you want.

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[ ACTION → For those who wander down to the Garage area will find Starscream sitting on a stack of crates and trying his best to patch up several fairly serious-looking injuries on his limbs and his wings (the latter he's having a harder time reaching on himself). He's definitely leaking blue glowing energon from at least a few places; the wounds are circular and, as mentioned in his post, the result of something with lots of teeth... and something apparently not put off by biting metal, either. ]

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(( OOC: Check out the plotting post for more information on this event! ))

redshiftnpc

[ Creepy Joe is on the network. Not with his horrifying face up in the camera this time--he doesn’t appear to be looking at the camera at all. Cameras, to be more exact. The view of him keeps changing, but it’s clear enough what he’s doing.

He’s in the agriculture section, sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, surrounded by animals. They steer clear of the ruined half of his body, but are letting him pet them with his good hand. He’s currently rubbing the nose of a reindire, which nips non-aggressively at his fingers.

It’s hard to hear what he’s saying to them--mostly it’s just cooing noises. But he looks. Well. Happy.

It isn’t Joe’s voice that pipes up when the talking does start - the voice is familiar to anyone who went exploring in that crashed ship months and months ago, or who answered a network post about the disease a while back. There’s no cheerful laughing or bouncy chatter this time, though, but the voice that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere around where Joe is sitting is haughty, imperious, with just a hint of irritation. ]

Good evening, bitches. I hope everyone is doing just marvelously this fine evening.

[ A loud, annoyed huffing, and the voice sounds again. ]

Just thought I’d pop in and let you all know that I’m getting tired of all the ungratefulness around here. My friend and I have both tried to help you, we’ve done our best to keep y’all safe and what do we get for it? Sass. Ignorance. Clandestine plots to imprison Joseph by force. And the compromise is what? Tricking him into it?

[ A pause, and now there’s a laugh, but it isn’t bubbly or happy or entirely pleasant at all. ]

Joseph doesn’t need quarantine. You people are so transparent. We’ve suffered enough and all of you should know better than to hurt us more!

[ Her voice gets rough and loud at this, with a grating, growling undertone, obviously angry. ]

You saw it. I know you saw it. That room. The room where we were reborn. You’re all lucky it’s me and Joseph here and not the other.

[ Joe looks up, worry deepening the crows feet that frame his eye. ]

Pain-sister, they don’t know. They don’t know anything.

[ He watches the reindire nuzzling into his palm, muttering more to himself now. ] But they should have listened. They should have.

[ A snort this time, from her, but her voice has a ring of fondness to it when she speaks again. ]

Joseph is far too kind. So am I. You all feel like you’re the ones in charge. You’re not the ones in charge. I know how much you all just love having your privacy, so guess what? I’m taking it away for a while. Hope you haven’t said anything too personal lately.

[ For just a second, it goes quiet, and then the cameras flick off. After another few seconds of darkness, the voice comes through again, this time a bit softer and a bit sweeter. ]

Except the nice ones. The nice ones don’t deserve it either.

[ Yes, Joe can be found in the agricultural section hanging out with the animals. ]

livingdeadgirl

ive been told that in places like this
its not uncommon for people to disappear suddenly
sent home by the same mysterious force that brought us here to begin with
but i was wondering
if someone does disappear
is there any way to be sure thats what happened
as opposed to them being lost in the basement
or the wilderness
or dead

on a related note
has anybody seen ben hargreeves

nothinglikefather

Contrary to what anyone says, the monster in those weird locked rooms is NOTHING to do with me.

I mean

I may have let it out. But it wasn't me who put it there in the first place.

0thingsonmymind

The post starts with a still of a piece of paper with the following message scrawled in drawing charcoal
"THEY WE ARE
WATCH ING
01000101 01011001 01000101 01010011"

(The binary just spells out "EYES", btw.) It holds on this for several seconds before switching to pre-recorded video of someone exploring a newly opened room.
( cut for me mostly just pasting what the mods gave me )

The video post ends there but a few moments later a text post pops up from the same sender.

howto
pharm acy
?

( additional information )

circumspector

[ Angel's feature's flicker onto the screen, black-eyed, black hair, those strange blue markings that adorn her body down her left side and right horn, that telltale hint of fur that appears across her shoulders, her neck, collar-like. Decidedly, completely, not human. ]

Hi. There has never been an easy way to have this conversation so I am just going to jump into it. I'm a monster. [ Her long ears flick, pricking to sound, her chin resting in the palm of her hand. Her thick, black claws that come to flat ends tap against her cheek. ] It's a long, long story. But the sum of it is pretty straight forward, there was a God. She took people like this place takes people, she turned us into things. I became this. I wasn't always this, nor was I chosen for any grand reason. But now I am capable of smashing through concrete with one kick, I can lift ten or twelves my own weight, and I weight a lot, despite my size.

But that and the horns isn't why I call myself a monster. I'm a monster because I crave human flesh. I can and have eaten living people. I didn't get a choice about it. I can sate it when things are good. Raw meat of animals will do the trick. But, if I put it off any meat at all long enough, the hunger becomes ravenous, and I get taken over by this... this rage and hunger. I might - care for you, want happy things for you. But when I am like that? I'm not your friend. I'm not human. I'm not... not me. I can manage it, but this place just wiped my memories for a few days, so I can't make that assurance it will never happen.

So this is my permission. The day that happens, and you can't trap me or stop me, you can put a bullet in my head. I won't cling selfishly to a life where I am hurting someone to fuel myself. I'll only regret it when I come out of it. If it's me or someone else, I'll always pick for someone else to live over me hurting someone just because I am like... this.

[ She clears her throat, because what else is there to really say? So just... ]

... Do you think Tequila is bad for the Reindire? I keep feeding them mine.

[ #nailedit ]

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