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TDM 008


content warnings for this TDM include: gambling references, mild horror themes and suggestive content


⏵ arrival⏴

Arrival does not happen as Aurora usually plans for it. Newcomers generally find themselves waking up within the hospital, are given a brief overview of their situation, and sent on their way. Now? They wake up immersed in a game within The Gold Saucer. But it doesn't quite feel like a game: whether it's snowy mountains, riding a chocobo as you listened to the wind quickly pass by your ears, or in the middle of a battle with a beast, it feels utterly real.

It's only after the game concludes - either by winning or losing - that you find yourself back in the main game area. A bot, dressed as personnel in this lavish playground, approaches each arrival with an earpiece allowing them to communicate with those in their same situation. It also serves to inform them of their goal: collect enough gold saucer points (or GP) by playing the games to acquire a card fashioned to their own likeness from the game counter. Then, they must trade it for someone else's. Seems simple enough, right? Hopefully the cards aren't too expensive...


⏵ the gold saucer ⏴

The Gold Saucer is an ode to the very idea of fun. It’s huge, labyrinthine, colorful, and lively. Everywhere you look, there’s something to do. At the same time, it’s also impossible to tell what time it is. There are no windows to the outside, there are no clocks. This place is beyond such a thing.

There are games everywhere you look, ranging from the pseudo-gambling to sports to pixelated video games in cabinets. Yet no matter which boxing game, pinball machine, or skeeball machine you look at, the same creatures and themes arrive. Cactuars, chocobos, the fiercest Behemoth, the cuddliest Moogle… For those from the realms of Final Fantasy, this will feel natural- homey even. Everyone else will simply understand that there is a fairly strong central theme here about magic, machines, and monsters.

It’s hard to tell how long you spend here, and it seems to sit outside of the very concept of time. Still, there are many restaurants, lounges, and vending machines. There are shops and costume rentals. There are even little pharmacies with headache remedies if the partying gets out of hand. And when you grow tired, there is a hotel- though it is made up like a haunted house, you can count on getting some semi-restful sleep.


⏵ playtime ⏴
Interdimensional Games


At first, stepping through to play any of these games may make participants wonder if they have been teleported somewhere else entirely. But on closer inspection, all the skies above are merely well-constructed interiors with painted ceilings. After all, it always seems to be daytime during these games.

Snowboarding - Race to the bottom of the mountain, but avoid obstacles and complete as many tricks as possible!

Chocobo Racing- Race on Chocobo-back around a treacherous outdoors race track which can either be taking place in a desert, a swampy forest, or upon an island beach. Work in tandem with your rented bird and against your competition by throwing hazards in their way or utilizing buffs garnered on the track. Different colored birds will yield different advantages.

Yellow - Good All Rounder
Red - Fast, but hard to steer
Blue - Slower, but very easy to steer. Much easier to pick up items from them.
Green- Resilient against traps and sabotage

Colosseum Battle- Face off against the fiercest beasts around. Pair up with friends or rivals to Collaborate or Compete to do the most damage and deliver the final blow. These battles are synced to the comparative power of the one entering the competition.

We wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt unnecessarily, after all. And indeed, no one will get seriously, gruesomely, or permanently injured in these battles. Those without fighting capabilities can rent weapons outfitted Materia to assist them in their trial. These will allow anyone to cast spells, though not guarantee any better wielding of weapons. There are a hundred rounds, starting with fairly simple Spriggans, ranging all the way up to blood-thirsty Behemoths to challenge even the most battle-hardened hero.

Gold Saucer Games


Leap of Faith- Players are presented with an obstacle course that stretches a hundred feet into the air upon floating platforms and islands. Both are held aloft by magical crystals. Powers are entirely nerfed, though falling and hitting the ground is strangely painless. Those who collect the most silver and gold statuettes of cactuars placed at random throughout the course will be awarded proportionate GP; though there is a bonus for those that reach the very top first.

Triple Triad- Everywhere you look, people are playing this game on little 3 by 3 boards, or any surface with enough space. You will be given a loaner deck to play with. Are you clever enough to defeat your fellows.

Fashion Report- Theobold, familiar to some, stands by himself in a little booth with a dressing room and an incredibly expansive walk-in closet. He is a robot of distinguished fashion and strong opinions on those fashions. Do you dare subject yourself to his scrutiny? Come prepare in his wondrous closets to make the best outfit for the chance to win a prize. Please submit your fashion here!

There are Arcade Machines and activities galore. If you can think of it, it’s probably there- Just with that Final Fantasy pastiche on it, of course.


⏵ the beehive lounge ⏴

There are other places to eat at the Gold Saucer, but the vending machines and cafés all pale in comparison to the dinners at the Beehive.

For all the rave reviews, there is a dress code at the Beehive, and this is literal. If you step inside and are not currently wearing a dress, you will be ushered into a sideroom and appropriately made over.

However, this is only for those trying to go in through the normal doors. Around the side there happens to be an employee entrance, manned by a bot. He will only allow those in who seem like they intend to work— and therefore must be wearing at least one piece of the Bunnysuit Collection to trick the guard.

Once you are made over or have snuck in, you are free to relax inside with drinks, dine on a fine meal, watch the dancers, or participate yourself if you feel brave enough. Why would anyone ever dance here? Well, that’s simple. It pays really well. So if you’re sick of games, or terrible at them— you can always come dance for a shift. Though, don't get any unseemly ideas about freeing yourself of your clothing, this isn't that kind of establishment!


⏵ haunted house ⏴

When you grow too weary or drunk from a day of games, you may be directed to somewhere a little quieter to sleep. Up the elevator, and through the doors reveals a modest walk through some woods until a quaint, victorian hotel appears. It is always nighttime here, and the stars and moon twinkle above.

The receptionist, a bot in a rather bedraggled-looking chocobo mascot costume checks you in and shows you to your room. You can sleep here, especially if you can tolerate the hokey haunted decorations strung up around the place. Though sometimes, late at night, there will come a vigorous thumping on the door to startle sleeping patrons awake- Only for the culprit to vanish and be impossible to locate.



⏵ ticket counter ⏴


The prize counter is manned by a bot and has a sign posted overhead. Most prizes will be handed over inside an appropriately sized wrapped box, as the contents are a mystery.


Sparklers & Glowsticks 10 gp
Bunny Suit 300 gp
Bunny Stockings & Heels 150 gp
Animal Ears (Random) 500 gp
Kigurumi (Random) 100 gp
Chocobo Barding (Random) 1000 gp
Classic White Mage Robes 500 gp
Classic Black Mage Robes 500 gp
Plush Toy (Random) 100 gp
Wind-Up Minion (Random) 200 gp
Chocobo Mascot Suit (Random Color) 2000 gp
Triple Triad Booster Pack 50 gp
Triple Triad Card in your Likeness 10,000 gp


⏵ NOTES ⏴


This TDM may be treated as a mini-Mission. Time will not pass inside of it in relation to the world outside - meaning, this can be happening at any time between late May into early July!

This Gold Saucer is a bit of a mix between that of FF7's and FF14's, but it also has some things that neither have as well. Any inaccuracies are entirely intentional, aimed to make this rest within a space of uncanny valley for those who are familiar. While otherwise being a bit of a chaotic fantastical funhouse for everyone else! If there is something unlisted, chances are it will exist if it is in either of the other versions of the Gold Saucer.

Characters already in game are welcome to post to the TDM, too! Please mark them as current characters in your header. Threads can be kept as game canon as long as both characters get into the game!

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ornithologist: (20)

[personal profile] ornithologist 2025-06-28 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Harold is a normal man from Iowa who has somehow ended up surrounding himself with incredibly traumatized, dangerous people, so he is fairly accustomed to this kind of look. It reminds him of Root just a little, in way that makes him miss her sorely, but also makes him rueful. She'd initiated their relationship by kidnapping him, after all. This is already going substantially better.

"I wouldn't presume to speak for her," Harold demurs, because he loathes sharing personal information of his own or of anyone he cares about, and that includes informed speculation-- "But considering she rejected my offer several times before finally acquiescing, I think it's safe to say redemption was not her chief motive."
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[personal profile] her_own_rules 2025-06-28 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Barbara follows, her mind doing more mathematic calculations about distance and time than her face ever betrays, and when Bruce is talking to the tender on the other side of the bar, Barbara raises a hand to her second earbud again, and says a single short sentence. There's a moment when she's tempted to re-send it to Jason, too—a brand new and different quid pro quo growing between them here. But he'd be more to explain.

Then, he's done with that short task, and she knows she doesn't know enough to know anything yet. That he looks like himself. Neither so achingly young, it's a constant reminder of who he isn't yet, nor old enough to be someone's grandfather, edged and alone. ]
A very long time.

[ There's a vague twinge. A tired habit of leaving it at that. That she's grown used to keeping her words and her thoughts to herself. Across the year, and especially in the two months before this last one. (Except for Jason. And, now, again, Dick.) He deserves a clearer answer. He won't be satisfied with its obliqueness. But she leans against the bar and presses something else instead. ]

Where did Aurora take you from?
Edited 2025-06-28 03:42 (UTC)
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[personal profile] thelightshines 2025-06-28 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[He rather say nothing at all than lie with them. He really doesn't want to cause conflict with them again if he can avoid it. In this case...well, it's on him for making the assumption that their abilities derived from the same place. But it has to be. It's definitely chaos energy they're utilizing for their spears and when they teleport. So what's giving the other pause? What is different?]

Yes...? [He frowns while they keep looking him over. How can he tell the other something when he doesn't know what the issue is? Can they or can they not do what he just did? Or is it something else?]
thelightshines: (thе snow falling in summer)

[personal profile] thelightshines 2025-06-28 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Suck it up Sonic, cause you got no choice. It goes the way Shadow had hoped for. The serpent's attention on him meant Sonic could slam a hit in. Just as Sonic slams into the creature from above, Shadow rushes in from beneath to stab his chaos spear through it's bottom jaw, sandwiching it between both attacks. His spear pierces through it's hide. Gritting his teeth, he puts all he has into strengthening his spear, cutting right through it's head and onto the otherside.

The serpent starts to glitch violently until it's head starts to digitize, going down through the rest of it's body. The water starts to calm and digitize as well, the rain finally coming to a stop as the stormy clouds start to clear. All Shadow cares about, is that it's finally over. Stray sparks still come his body as his spear fizzles out. He's starting to fall. He knows he'll survive it, so it didn't matter. The arena is returning to normal, a sign there's nothing left to fight. That's all he needs to know.]
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[personal profile] fourthwalled 2025-06-28 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
I only spoke to her on the communicator. So I couldn't really say what she's like. She's not Vanessa, though.

[He knows that. Even if it's all he can see. Although they'd both been prostitutes, oddly? Strange coincidence.]
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[personal profile] theknightshift 2025-06-28 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Which of the others is a detail he can sort out later. He's just trying to get his bearings right now. ]

Around long enough to tell me where we are?
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[personal profile] oblige 2025-06-28 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
Would you care to have a look around together, then?

[ He extends the offer, his own exploration of the place having been nowhere near exhaustive. It's a marvel that so much can be contained within one building like this. Dion has never encountered anything quite like it, even setting all the lights and noise aside. ]

My world hasn't anything resembling all this.
fromfire: (don't think i've left you all behind)

[personal profile] fromfire 2025-06-28 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry. You should've been given that, at least...

[ His voice keeps his voice neutral instead of quiets the tone. He lets his eyes drift down before drawing to look around the room. Verso gives her the time she needs to do what she needs to be without someone "scrutinizing" her expressions.

They weren't able to say goodbye before and given the chance to let them have that much before the end, it was taken out of their hands. In the case of Alicia, he didn't want her to go through that once more. She wouldn't be ready. He gave what he could to let her take a small step, but forcing her to say goodbye a second time when she was there at the end? Too cruel.

But Clea's different; Renoir should have known she was different. ]


I don't think you'd want to be in my afterlife. [ A very faint smile. ] So let's assume we're both alive. There's too much of me for someone else to recreate.

[ He decides to put it that way than explain the state that Aline was at the top of the Monolith. A slow blink as his chin drops; the faint smile fades but he does finally draw his gaze back to look at her.

It's another blink as he does what he hadn't before -- he studies her expression, her posture, everything. His shoulders drop as he breathes out slowly. He doesn't think that he'll ever escape from wanting to be erased, but --

-- he smiles. ]


She cares about you more than you think. [ It's what he says. Grief can be a selfish thing at times. But Aline gave him enough to see Clea. If she didn't, perhaps, he would've responded differently. ]

That said... it seems you're stuck with me. [ His smile widens as he shifts the mood with tone and posture. He knows better than to comfort her with memories that aren't his. Verso might've made a joke about how painful it is that Papa's favorite thinks he isn't as fond of her as he is. But he can't; he won't. ]

I'll try not to be too much of a burden. [ In the big ways. In the little ways. In the ways that hurt so quietly and painfully neither one of them are sure what to do. ] But I can't promise much, I'm afraid.
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[personal profile] fromfire 2025-06-28 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[ His smile is quick, like a flash of something shining in the dark. A casual agreement that it's nice there is at least one person on his side. Isn't that the other reason that he enlisted Monoco?

But here? Is Gustave on his side? Only for as long as he doesn't know the truth, he supposes. Another soft smile. Is Verso only on his own side? He supposes, too, that he might be. ]


It's the least I can do. [ He says instead of: "you're welcome." ] Well, I certainly try to be. [ Handy. Useful. Helpful. ]

Guess that means that you're going to keep me, hm?
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[personal profile] fromfire 2025-06-28 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it could've been worse --

[ It's what he has to say about what ended up being played. Yes, it's a few steps better than a mess, and they should applaud themselves about it. He tilts slightly to lightly bump his shoulder against the half-orc's. ]

Come on. The purpose of music is fun, anyway. [ He breathes in and lets out a long sigh. ] It doesn't have to be perfect. Just has to be enjoyable. [ Another flashing smile before he lightly claps his hand on his shoulder from where he's still sitting. ]

But drum kit would be nice. [ A little laugh as he lightly runs his hand across the piano -- and then absorbs it into his Pictos. ] Shh, you didn't see a piano get stolen. [ It's what he says while pressing his finger to his lips. ]

Anyway -- [ A small, little tip of his chin and time to head off to find that fancy place to play. ]
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[personal profile] ornitiers 2025-06-28 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
You're sure? I um. I mean. I don't want to impose. If you have other friends here or something. You don't have to stay with me.

[He offers, unsure if Dion has others. There's something vaguely familiar, some things from home. But this place still seems unlike anything Vivi has seen before. He doesn't mind exploring it with Dion, he's just unsure if the other might not be alone as he is, without any familiar faces, or at least, as far as he has seen yet.]
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[personal profile] betenoir 2025-06-28 10:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Shading is added to eyes and lines and the drawing starts taking shape.]

Forgive the observation. But is that why you're frightened to get in touch?
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[personal profile] stylebythemile 2025-06-28 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Sonia gasps, hands pressing to her face in dismay. Now that's something she didn't anticipate.]

He tried to destroy the moon!?

[And perhaps the worst of it is that she can picture the Robotnik of her world doing the same thing. After all, he tried to flood all of Mobius not so long ago. She could see him setting his sights outside their planet once he decided he'd ruined it enough for his liking.]
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[personal profile] auderes 2025-06-28 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
The nightgown is pretty, actually, and if Dick was thinking about his own chocobo t-shirt and matching shorts he might have felt under dressed, but as it is his attention is instead on how lovely she is, again, and how sharp these little moments can be when he pulls back on the urge to reach out to her. Whether that's to tug her into his arms or to kiss her, any of that would definitely be overstepping while they're still figuring out what all of this means for them. As if he doesn't already know exactly what he wants, what he's always wanted, and how little it changes no matter how strange and complicated their situation might be, but then this is all actually pretty simple for him. Barbara's the one who has a lot to work through, and he's not going to make that harder on her.

"I mean, I could put a couple of pillows down there..." Said in a lighthearted tone, despite it only being a half-joke at most, and they both know it. Yes, he would. If they weren't here he'd even offer to get another room, if it would make things easier, but right now it would be difficult to deny that he doesn't want to let her out of his sight just yet. Let alone try to sleep in an otherwise empty room, that wouldn't be very restful no matter how exhausted he is right now.

It hasn't been that long, comparatively, but it didn't take many nights at all for him to get used to curling up with Barbara in bed or on the couch, usually with Haley.

"Do I look that bad?"

He's not quite covering up all of the bruises now, and he probably does look tired so... maybe he does.
repaintress: by betenoir (Neutral 2)

I'm so sorry, Gustave, she doesn't know. ;-;

[personal profile] repaintress 2025-06-28 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[ She is having fun, and that realization overwhelms her to the point that Clea turns away from the man, twisting her abdomen so she can hide her face in case her body opts to do something overwhelmingly inappropriate or embarrassing. (Such as crying.)

She's having fun. She can still have fun. Not everything has been ruined. Irrevocably Tainted.

By the time she turns back to Gustave, Clea has pasted an easy, lazy smile on her face, seemingly appreciative of the compliment. She had done beautifully. It is always a pleasure to be so recognized. Clea stretches, arching her back and stretching her arms above her head, enjoying the rush before leaning forward to also stretch her legs. The burn reminds her that, everything else aside, for now she is alive.]


If the reward's purpose is to please me, I'd much rather see you in a swimsuit than myself.

[ He is in a rather terrible state, but Clea has an artist's eye. The potential is more than there. Give him a bath, wash his hair, and he'd come out quite nicely. ]

Giving me a swimsuit is a reward for everyone else. That hardly seems fair.

[ She pulls one of the little cactus statues out of her skirt and reaches up an arm, offering it to the man. For reminding her that there is still fun.

Hmm.

These would make good Nevrons. She'd just need to change... and that...yes...that would work...]
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[personal profile] her_own_rules 2025-06-28 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Barbara knows he would, too. It's a strange vertigo of memories. The last time he slept on the floor was ... a while ago. She can still viscerally remember how hard it was to fall asleep that night. The tension and the awkwardness. Or at the newest beginning of all this, when even, despite necessity and her willingness just as much to do the reverse, he'd shooed her off to sleep in his bed and taken the couch—that nebulous feeling of uncertain butterflies, and Dick's familiar scent suffusing his pillows.

The question is as surprising as it isn't.

"You've looked worse." Well, he has. Resolutely, from the one person who generally had the job of watching everyone's vitals, whether through computer screens or smart glasses or mask patch-ins. He doesn't need stitches, and nothing is specifically broken to the point of needing to track down a medical bot (if this location even has those stored away somewhere). Which doesn't mean nothing is potentially hairline or sprained. Nor that she doesn't know he could go for days on top of this were it a state of emergency.

Especially given that he's put several hours of additional activity on top of it this time, compared to the first time. (That's another part of the equation she hasn't had time to consider yet. Does this change things? Not with them. With home. With the painstakingly, minute-by-minute-by-week-by-year after this. People don't seem to know, to remember on the otherside—but there things Barbara isn't sure she's willing to risk breaking again.)

"We could probably whip you up some ice packs from the ice machine down the hall if you wanted them." A small beat. The faint tug at the one corner of her mouth. "You do end up a bit funfetti colored for a while."
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[personal profile] theknightshift 2025-06-28 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he isn't satisfied. Not in the slightest. A very long time is too vague to be of any use and does not offer an idea of how time might be measured here. He gives Barbara a look, an expectation of something better than what she's offered him. Something he can work with and start building a foundation on.

Instead he gets another question and he's half tempted not to answer it - if only because she had not adequately answered his own. The bartender slides their drinks towards them and Bruce scoops them up with a smile and a thank you. Then he turns back to his companion and gives her the glass to nurse or drink at her leisure. ]


Aurora is the AI?

[ He's heard it mentioned while he was mingling. An AI dragged him out of his Batcave. How far reaching is this intelligence? ]

I'll answer your question when you've answered mine.
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[personal profile] demainvient 2025-06-28 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Expeditioners should stick together, non?

[ Which isn't quite the same thing, but it's better than saying you're the only recognizable person here. They aren't from the same Expedition, they don't know each other; he's grasping at straws in an attempt to stave off the crushing sense of isolation he can feel hovering just behind him, dogging his steps, waiting. Maelle, Sciel, Lune... none of them are here. Aside from this man with his strange, unfamiliar uniform, he's alone.

Expedition Zero. How is that possible? (How is this?) ]


You came from Expedition Zero? From the year 100?

[ Straight from the Fracture to... this, that's got to be a shock. He shuffles next to Verso, breathing hard, but beneath the fog of everything his mind still whirls, trying to piece things together, hungry for information. As it does, something else surfaces, something he'd heard but hadn't thought much of at the time.

His brow crinkles as he looks over. ]


Verso. Esquie's... best friend, Verso?

[ This can't be him, can it? ]

The one he used to fly with?
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[personal profile] tinflower 2025-06-28 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Chocobos? Oh, those--bird things? The things in Etraya? That makes him curious, but between Yuri speaking and his own attention on his small bot, Gorgug doesn't speak up immediately. It's undone the panelling, and he whispers under his breath, 'Grip it with your tongue' like a sigh, and the bot changes its tongue's design into a stickier grip. Don't mind it...!

But as for Gorgug: ]
Y-yeah-- it's... it can learn, um, depending on how well I make it and the space it's got for its-- brain? Bots can... you need good materials or a lot of space like, like Borealis did, to get something like that or Aurora.

But it should-- my bot, uh, it should be okay. It's just, sometimes-- it panics? I guess it isn't that old...

[ And what's currently not being witnessed is it panicking now when, in trying to take off the panelling has made it fall backwards with it, the metal frame too big for its current, shrunken size. It's going through its own adventure back there, b-but it'll get up and get inside the machine itself!! ]

I've never made a sneak bot before. [ That's also probably an issue... ]
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[personal profile] demainvient 2025-06-28 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That unimpressed look rolls right off Gustave, busy trying to keep from passing out. What he really needs is Lune, Lune and her healing hands, her brusque no-nonsense practicality—

But Lune isn't here. Sciel, Maelle, none of them are here.

He straightens, carefully, metal left hand pressed to one of the two large, barely-healed wounds in his torso, one a little lower on the left side of his abdomen, one struck into the dead center of his chest, which works a little too rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. Whatever brought him here had fixed him up, but only to the bare minimum, and he has a sneaking suspicion he might have opened at least one of those wounds back up again, fresh blood trickling into his already stained uniform.

He glances down at his hand over the wound, back at the younger man, lifts his shoulders in a tired shrug. His uniform is ruined on both sides of each wound, front and back; whatever struck him had apparently gone straight through. ]


Could be better, yeah.
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[personal profile] demainvient 2025-06-28 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The boy scrambles up and runs lightly along the creature's body, and for a moment it looks like he might make it—

Ah, ow. Gustave winces as the hit connects, his body remembering missed timing and absorbed hits from clubs, fists, swords. ]


Merde—

[ As the boy goes flying, he shifts between him and the creature, blocking access to the boy with his body and lifting his sword as the wickedly sharp tail curves over its back and strikes. He coils, braces himself at the impact; flings the tail back in a parry and lifts his pistol in the same motion to squeeze off a shot at its head.

He has no way of knowing whether the explosives the boy planted are run by a mechanical or electric timer, doesn't dare risk a lightning strike on the off chance it would erase the countdown and render the damn things inert, but based on the previous incendiaries, it shouldn't be long before the things go up, anyway. ]
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cw: medical stuff, blood, being morbid about injuries

[personal profile] levelshift 2025-06-28 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Stepping closer, Accelerator eyes both of the wounds critically. They look pretty bad, and he isn't a medical professional. He'd guess the one in the guy's chest is worse because it's closer to the heart, so anything that exacerbates the injury could damage it. The left side of the abdomen has the spleen, and if it's ruptured could cause more internal bleeding, which would worsen the bleeding he's already doing.

He settles on what he's going to do, stopping in front of him with a severe frown.]


I don't wanna hear any complaints.

[And then he proceeds to stick his fingers directly into the chest wound. Probably not the best feeling, but after a few seconds any bleeding from both wounds is going to fade as he starts doing the calculations to make sure that flow of blood is circulating like normal.]
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[personal profile] restingstitchface 2025-06-28 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[From there, his guidance directs him to inhale and hold for four seconds, to then exhale and hold another four seconds. Then to repeat and repeat and repeat. His hand only remains on his shoulder for a short repetition of the cycle, reassuraing but eager to remove itself and return to being inside his pocket.]

No more than most. I don't like to impose myself.

[In short, he prefers people make the choice to come to him. It helps make them more compliant.]
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[personal profile] her_own_rules 2025-06-28 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[ Barbara still isn't comfortable with it. Aurora and Echo. The protracted missions that don't seem any closer to making sense of what they were told at the beginning, and are constantly reminded of. The focus of Barbara's gaze shifts when Dick's voice breaks into acroess the comm line. Then it goes back to Bruce, and she lifts a single finger, for the pause, before it taps her comm again. (She needs to finish those gloves; right after Harold's ILS is complete.) ] No. It's immediate, but not emergent.

[ She already knows that will come with its own questions, but she gestures with her drink for them to walk, rather than stay right here in the middle of where people will be coming back and forth for drinks. ] I've been here well over a year, but you'll find everyone's answer to that is a little different. As is, often, the when and where they came from.
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[personal profile] bluejustice 2025-06-28 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Relief washed over him when he finally saw the monster start to disappear, the rain stopping, giving way to the fake, eerie sky above them. He felt breathless, his body slowly starting to feel the sharp sting of every little bruise, every blow he'd taken. Adrenaline finally giving way to bone-deep exhaustion.

He turned to watch Shadow fall beside him, they weren't too far apart. He looked just a worn as Sonic felt, and he was sure he wasn't completely imagining the blood trailing faintly in the air. The sight stirred something sharp in his chest.

The arena was too flooded for it to drain on time, but maybe that was a good thing, at least they wouldn't hit hard concrete-- although the impact against the surface of water at this distance was no joke either. Without thinking, instinct overriding fatigue, Sonic surged toward him, arms outstretched. He caught Shadow mid-fall, pulling him close in a firm grip, determined to shield him from the impact below. He took a deep breath.

They plunged into the water, back first on Sonic's part, the hit knocking some of the air he had been holding out of him. And he sunk. Oh yeah, he still couldn't swim. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take long for the arena to reset, before he ran out of air.]
Edited 2025-06-28 15:15 (UTC)