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 (( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWVij6r4QBw ))

[1 - For those of you at the finale]

[Wendell, coughing, gagging, wheezing, but distinctly alive, sits in the crater where Somnian met his end. He looks around, confused, and when he talks it's barely more than a whisper.]

I feel like I missed something.  ...Mana... Mana?!-

[His attempts to stand up are cut short when he flinches, holding his side.]


[2 - For everyone]


[Later, back at the White Chalice's very familiar hospital ward, there are two new patients. Against medical recommendation, Wendell is out of his own bed, sitting next to Mana. The girl, for once, is awake. They're talking to each other quietly, and don't notice any visitors initially.]
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[Late at night, an echoing duality broke through Wendell's slumber. He sat up swiftly, eyes darting around in the dark, before rubbing a hand over his eyes... once Wendell realized the source of the voices.]

Finally, the final fight... The ritual is nearly over, and thy wish is nearly granted. Beware the ones that stand to get in thy way. Make haste, for time is short... Make thy last preparations, boy. This battle will be thy greatest test.


[When Somnian said no more, Wendell sighed, and got up from his bed. Not like he'd been doing much sleeping lately, anyway. Too many ambiguous nightmares about shadows and light. Instead, he opted to visit the hangar... and Mana. A brief scramble up Sigil's body and he was once again at an all too familiar perch. Brushing aside her hair, Wendell wondered to himself. Did she look better than she did before? If only by a little? Or was he being blindly optimistic...?]

[Later, during more civilized hours, Wendell makes a public video post. Though, he seems to be having trouble how to start.]

... I've been told where the last ones are. The last Colossi. We'll be approaching them soon enough. After this... and they're all destroyed... 

[He looks away from the camera briefly.]

Well, no use guessing what the future holds. I... am sorry for the burden I've placed upon everyone here. I appreciate the help you all have given me. ...It'll be over soon enough, anyway. Anyone who wants to come on this last fight is welcome, but... ... I'd understand those who don't.

... Well, that's it.

[The video ends suddenly.]
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Considering how far along in his journey Wendell is, it's no surprise to some that it takes him a bit longer to recover this time. Finally, in the infirmary, he stirs awake. His movements are slow and jerky, as if he is having difficulty controlling his limbs. However, at least this time he isn't coughing up anything vital or slimy.

Wendell brings a hand up to rub his eyes, sliding it back over his now black hair. Anyone who had known him for a little while would notice the difference from the reddish brown it had been. Even if someone was a new arrival, the pale tone of his skin combined with the dark, sickly looking marks all over his face and arms.

Another, less visual problem was more perceptible and worrying to Wendell. There was no mistaking that echoing, dual-voice.

Well done, boy.

The concerning part wasn't who it was, but that Somnian had never been able to contact Wendell outside of Sigil before.

Concern? Thy journey is near its death. Thou must not stop now.

The voice quieted, but the presence was still there.

Unless someone happened by the infirmary to stop him, Wendell is going to run off to find somewhere quiet to hide. Though, there aren't that many places to hide on the White Chalice. Someone determined enough could find him sure enough.
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[There was a petit blond in the hangar who was dressed more like a prep school student than a mech pilot, but the quiet confidence in his bearing belayed his comfort in such a setting. He glanced around the facilities in uncertain but eager curiosity, pushing his flight goggles-- an unusual accessory, given his sense of fashion-- up onto his forehead as he gathered his bearings. He stood near the Gundam he had exited, and looked up at it almost sympathetically as he took stock of the damage to the shield and the armor itself.]

You did well out there, my Sandrock.

[There was a note of fondness in his tone, as if the suit were a long time friend rather than a tool that was designed for war. His smile brightened after a moment when he had another thought.]

I hope they don't mind us coming on board.

[...there was no explanation about who 'they' were.]
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[Backdated to February 14th; late night, post-events and celebrations]

[After that little encounter with a cupid earlier, Naiza is in the mess hall, downing some canned lemon tea and generally looking troubled...again.]

To think I'd let that get to me so easily.

[Another gulp, and she sets down the can.]

Huh...considering what this ship's been like, maybe I shouldn't have been too surprised.

[She's the only one here at this hour, or so she thinks. Bother?]
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[[Last night, MarKus went all gung-ho into what should've been a sweep of heroism. Go in, save the day, roll out.

Except MarKus had never seen a butchering like that before so, it did kill his morale, but, he's been through worse. Loss of parents and going toe-to-toe with Festum is apparently less traumatic than a dozen or so people shot up.


But, that's not why we're here. NO, MarKus isn't anywhere matter of fact! MarKus is locked down in the infirmary being poked and prodded to figure out what kind of sickness he's contracted thanks to being gut-checked by an infectious Dopant.

Fortunately we have people like Luger on board so there's at least treatment for MarKus who's significantly better off.

On the down side, it's like the worst combination of fever, flu, and dizziness one can get. On the up; it's not contagious!

Visit him, gentlemen, and women.]]
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Over the days, Wendell has become more withdrawn. While his earlier awkward social behavior could be attributed to shyness, this was different. A more active reaction and removal of self. Wendell has been increasingly alternating hiding in his room or visiting Sigil in the hangar, expressions increasingly brooding. Recently, however, he seems to have found a small puddle of calming activity in the attempts to make and maintain a small vegetable garden in a corner of the atrium. Success is minimal at best, but the actions are familiar, almost muscle memory, despite the length of time spent away from home. Being reminded of his life before it all fell apart almost brings a smile back to his face.
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[Filtered to Simon, from the cockpit of Gurren.]

Oi, Simon! We gotta work some shit out. We've got that fancy new Gurren Lagann to kick ass with, but unless we know how to recreate it when we need it and in the right way, it's no good to us. We need to practice!

[Action, On the ground near the White Chalice.]

An unusual sight meets any curious onlookers. It looks like Kamina, in Gurren, is hurling giant rocks at Simon, who is running around and dodging like the fear of god is in him! Could it be some sort of training exercise, or has Kamina finally just totally gone off the deep end?
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[Over in the medical ward, Wendell has his usual bout of coma turning into a violent awakening. This time features a horrible, wet coughing fit that takes a concerning while to settle down. Despite feeling terrible, however, he's determined to leave. As soon as breathing is mostly painless, Wendell pushes himself unsteadily to his feet, ignoring the new but familiar pains. Same old song and dance... and unless someone stops him, Wendell is tired always waking up to the hospital walls.]

[Later, Wendell makes a public post.]

I know it's been a while, but I just woke up. Did anyone see where Ayman ran off to?

... Also, what day is it?


[[ooc: For those who knew Wendell early on, the physical changes are quite obvious now: his hair is almost black when it was red when he first showed up, and he's quite pale. Also, anyone with a character that has any kind of mind reading or empathic powers and are interested please contact me on AIM: llamaqueen190]]
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[Anyone curious as to how Wendell is taking the ultimatum presented to the Chalice would have to do some searching to find out. Alone when watching Ayman's incoming message, Wendell gripped the sides of the monitor, staring into the video feed. A sudden bout of sparks spat out when Wendell's grip tightened to the point of ripping the monitor off the wall and breaking it in two.]

[After destroying the screen, Wendell all but ran off, avoiding others. Even those that caught a glimpse of him down the hall would lose sight of him if they didn't run him down. However, those determined enough or those that knew anything about Wendell might be able to corner him at the archery range. The target had arrows littered around it, but none in the center of the bull's eye. Again, for those that knew anything about Wendell, this was a very troublesome sign.]
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[An open communication channel has contacted the Chalice! The video, while slightly grainy, shows an older man looking through the screen. When he speaks, his voice low and calming, somewhat like what you might expect an ideal politician to sound like.]

Greetings. I am Lord Ayman. I have contacted you this day as it has come to my knowledge that your operation is harboring a particular individual of interest to me and my people. I would like to propose a peaceful resolution to our conflict.

[The video changes to a still-image that looks like it was taken from a security feed. It shows Wendell, looking over his shoulder, heading into a warehouse. Ayman's voice continues over this image for a minute before switching back to a live feed.]

This man, whom you know by the name Wendell, has stolen vital equipment from me. The machine he has been rampaging about is stolen property, and I need it back promptly. This individual is also a wanted person for a multitude of other severe crimes. I understand that you will be reluctant to hand over someone so seemingly harmless, but I warn you that Wendell is a devious liar and notorious thief.

To further entice you, there is a reward offered for his return. I look forward to doing business with you.
[identity profile] hold-r1.livejournal.com
[He's dreaming again. He knows it's a dream. It's so hazy, but... it's different than most dreams. There she is. She's sitting up from where she was resting inside of Sigil, looking around. She looks towards him, and starts to smile, when Wendell wakes up.]

[The usual pain is there, but this time it doesn't catch him off guard, and his awakening from his coma is much more gentle. Wendell sighs heavily, and pushes himself up on the hospital bed. As soon as possible, once the medical staff aren't paying attention, he slips away to the hangar. Wendell climbs up Sigil, wincing at the stiffness in his arms and pain in his chest, and nearly falls before he manages to haul himself to sit on the edge of the control pit. Mana's still there, unchanged, lifeless. He closes his eyes and rests his head against the cool metal. Of course it was just a dream.]

[[ooc: Anyone trying to visit Wendell in the medical ward wouldn't find him as he ran off as soon as he was awake. Feel free to find him in the hangar, though!]]
[identity profile] hold-r1.livejournal.com
[He's dreaming again. He knows it's a dream. It's so hazy, but... it's different than most dreams. There she is. She's sitting up from where she was resting inside of Sigil, looking around. She looks towards him, and starts to smile, when Wendell wakes up.]

[The usual pain is there, but this time it doesn't catch him off guard, and his awakening from his coma is much more gentle. Wendell sighs heavily, and pushes himself up on the hospital bed. As soon as possible, once the medical staff aren't paying attention, he slips away to the hangar. Wendell climbs up Sigil, wincing at the stiffness in his arms and pain in his chest, and nearly falls before he manages to haul himself to sit on the edge of the control pit. Mana's still there, unchanged, lifeless. He closes his eyes and rests his head against the cool metal. Of course it was just a dream.]

[[ooc: Anyone trying to visit Wendell in the medical ward wouldn't find him as he ran off as soon as he was awake. Feel free to find him in the hangar, though!]]
[identity profile] screws-rules.livejournal.com
[1]

(Seymour is in the hangar looking at different machines through the hangar. He is taking survey of the different kind of weaponry each machine has. Bother?)

[2]

(Seymour is relaxing in the arboretum. He is sitting at a table that his men prepared for him drinking fine wine and eating a steak while enjoying the veiw. He sees you approach.)

Do you need something from me? If so, I hope it is good. I'm trying to enjoy my lunch.
[identity profile] screws-rules.livejournal.com
[1]

(Seymour is in the hangar looking at different machines through the hangar. He is taking survey of the different kind of weaponry each machine has. Bother?)

[2]

(Seymour is relaxing in the arboretum. He is sitting at a table that his men prepared for him drinking fine wine and eating a steak while enjoying the veiw. He sees you approach.)

Do you need something from me? If so, I hope it is good. I'm trying to enjoy my lunch.
[identity profile] deucalion-power.livejournal.com
After spending many weeks entrenched in the fascinating landfarer culture, there is an important question I must ask! However, to ask for such grave knowledge and give nothing in return would be poor form indeed, so before I ask, I shall tell you the sad story of Atlantis's dark past.

Eons ago, Atlantis was a great empire of the world above the waves! It ruled benevolently over the Earth from the Atlantean continent, in the center of what is now known by your people as the Atlantic Ocean. We had some dealings with the primitive human nations of that time, but mostly kept to ourselves, progressing in the ways of science and accomplishing great marvels.

However, we paid a terrible price for our hubris! There was a mighty civil war fought between two brothers who both claimed the Throne of Poseidon. In the final battle of this war, the God-Weapon Leviathan was unleashed... but the power the ancient Atlanteans created proved to be beyond their control. Leviathan's wrath tore the continent asunder, and the city of Atlantis fell beneath the waves, isolating itself from the world above in a final act of desperation. We abandoned the world of land and build a new society hidden beneath the waves, where we were content to remain for many centuries.

All this changed, however, just a few years ago, which brings me to the question that I must ask: What happened sixteen years ago to shake the very foundations of the world?
[identity profile] deucalion-power.livejournal.com
After spending many weeks entrenched in the fascinating landfarer culture, there is an important question I must ask! However, to ask for such grave knowledge and give nothing in return would be poor form indeed, so before I ask, I shall tell you the sad story of Atlantis's dark past.

Eons ago, Atlantis was a great empire of the world above the waves! It ruled benevolently over the Earth from the Atlantean continent, in the center of what is now known by your people as the Atlantic Ocean. We had some dealings with the primitive human nations of that time, but mostly kept to ourselves, progressing in the ways of science and accomplishing great marvels.

However, we paid a terrible price for our hubris! There was a mighty civil war fought between two brothers who both claimed the Throne of Poseidon. In the final battle of this war, the God-Weapon Leviathan was unleashed... but the power the ancient Atlanteans created proved to be beyond their control. Leviathan's wrath tore the continent asunder, and the city of Atlantis fell beneath the waves, isolating itself from the world above in a final act of desperation. We abandoned the world of land and build a new society hidden beneath the waves, where we were content to remain for many centuries.

All this changed, however, just a few years ago, which brings me to the question that I must ask: What happened sixteen years ago to shake the very foundations of the world?
[identity profile] azure-savior.livejournal.com
[Ship broadcast]

You ever get that experience like when you've gotten a sixth sense?  I'm not sure entirely how or why, but I've been feeling things recently.  It's a weird sort of thing... I'm not sure if it's meaning I'm turning into a Newtype or Psychodriver or whatever similar things to those there are, but whenever I get close to people I'm sensing things.  Like that they might be uncomfortable about something, or worried, or...

... Well I don't know.  It's hard to put into words.  It'd be like if a dog suddenly could see colors; it wouldn't know how to explain itself.
[identity profile] azure-savior.livejournal.com
[Ship broadcast]

You ever get that experience like when you've gotten a sixth sense?  I'm not sure entirely how or why, but I've been feeling things recently.  It's a weird sort of thing... I'm not sure if it's meaning I'm turning into a Newtype or Psychodriver or whatever similar things to those there are, but whenever I get close to people I'm sensing things.  Like that they might be uncomfortable about something, or worried, or...

... Well I don't know.  It's hard to put into words.  It'd be like if a dog suddenly could see colors; it wouldn't know how to explain itself.
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[1/default] [Hey look, someone splattered the walls of White Chalice with posters! They don't have any pictures, just clumsily-written letters, and all of them spell pretty much the same thing.]



[Werter, at the same time, seems blissfully unaware of these and just plays videogames on his computer. The door to his room is unlocked. Bother/surprise him?]

[2 - mingle post] [As asked by Laura, Werter heads to formerly Herb's, now Alessandra's bar when he gets the free time - which is soon, because he has a lot of it due to being a lazy bum. What does he find there?]
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[1/default] [Hey look, someone splattered the walls of White Chalice with posters! They don't have any pictures, just clumsily-written letters, and all of them spell pretty much the same thing.]



[Werter, at the same time, seems blissfully unaware of these and just plays videogames on his computer. The door to his room is unlocked. Bother/surprise him?]

[2 - mingle post] [As asked by Laura, Werter heads to formerly Herb's, now Alessandra's bar when he gets the free time - which is soon, because he has a lot of it due to being a lazy bum. What does he find there?]
[identity profile] hold-r1.livejournal.com
[Wendell's in the hospital ward. Again. His sleep was peacefully black and empty, up until the last hour before he awoke. Anyone checking in on him around then, medical staff or otherwise, would find him restlessly tossing about as if in a nightmare. Vague, unsettling and paranoid thoughts and images haunted Wendell until he physically jolted awake. He awoke with such force that he literally fell out of the bed. It took Wendell a moment to realize where he was, and only a moment longer for nausea to overwhelm him. Luckily, he finds a trash bucket just in time to retch up an disturbing black substance into it.]

[[OOC: Tag him now or later when he's feeling better~]]
[identity profile] hold-r1.livejournal.com
[Wendell's in the hospital ward. Again. His sleep was peacefully black and empty, up until the last hour before he awoke. Anyone checking in on him around then, medical staff or otherwise, would find him restlessly tossing about as if in a nightmare. Vague, unsettling and paranoid thoughts and images haunted Wendell until he physically jolted awake. He awoke with such force that he literally fell out of the bed. It took Wendell a moment to realize where he was, and only a moment longer for nausea to overwhelm him. Luckily, he finds a trash bucket just in time to retch up an disturbing black substance into it.]

[[OOC: Tag him now or later when he's feeling better~]]
[identity profile] emorangerblack.livejournal.com
[Against all odds and possibly sanity as well, it's the wedding day. Surely no hijinks will ensue!]

1.
[Preparation prompt - because both the groom and the bride will probably require some help from others, being socially clueless like they are. May also include a bachelor party.]

2.
[Time for the ceremony. As invited guests, feel free to comment and gossip on what is going on. But wait, not only is the soon-to-be couple still absent, so is the minister!

Wait, do we even HAVE a minister onboard?]

3.
[Post-ceremony, but the reception is not over yet. Socialize, dance and be merry! Also gorge yourselves on piles of food prepared by Tsukasa's kitchen slaves.]
[identity profile] emorangerblack.livejournal.com
[Against all odds and possibly sanity as well, it's the wedding day. Surely no hijinks will ensue!]

1.
[Preparation prompt - because both the groom and the bride will probably require some help from others, being socially clueless like they are. May also include a bachelor party.]

2.
[Time for the ceremony. As invited guests, feel free to comment and gossip on what is going on. But wait, not only is the soon-to-be couple still absent, so is the minister!

Wait, do we even HAVE a minister onboard?]

3.
[Post-ceremony, but the reception is not over yet. Socialize, dance and be merry! Also gorge yourselves on piles of food prepared by Tsukasa's kitchen slaves.]
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[1]
Judau Ashta! I challenge you to a contest to see who is a better Mobile Suit pilot! But we won't be fighting, that would just spoil the mood. Instead, we race! To keep it fair, everyone will use the same units for this race - Zakus, because we have the most of those.

Everyone else who wants to race, come too! The more racers the better. Just remember to pick a Zaku and not a super-fast prototype you normally pilot, okay?

[2 - action post]
[Tobia is waiting on White Chalice's deck already, inside a Zaku wearing a black pirate flag on its head like a bandana. The track is already set - it starts and ends on the deck, but on the way it goes through the surrounding terrain, and even underwater for a short while!

Up to 5 other pilots can participate in the race, because we have 6 Zaku II Type F. If you want to participate, the rules are here!]
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[1]
Judau Ashta! I challenge you to a contest to see who is a better Mobile Suit pilot! But we won't be fighting, that would just spoil the mood. Instead, we race! To keep it fair, everyone will use the same units for this race - Zakus, because we have the most of those.

Everyone else who wants to race, come too! The more racers the better. Just remember to pick a Zaku and not a super-fast prototype you normally pilot, okay?

[2 - action post]
[Tobia is waiting on White Chalice's deck already, inside a Zaku wearing a black pirate flag on its head like a bandana. The track is already set - it starts and ends on the deck, but on the way it goes through the surrounding terrain, and even underwater for a short while!

Up to 5 other pilots can participate in the race, because we have 6 Zaku II Type F. If you want to participate, the rules are here!]
[identity profile] hold-r1.livejournal.com
It's nice to see love can be found, even in places this foreign. My best to you both.

[Later...]

[Of course, these thoughts of marriage has put Wendell into a thoughtful mood. Not as moody as usual, but definitely spaced out. He and Mana were married in everything but the word. Going all the way out to civilization for a piece of paper seemed silly. They already loved each other, what more was needed? Spending time on the farm, together, was more important. The happy memories has him wandering in daydreams, feel free to crash into him. Literally, too.]
[identity profile] hold-r1.livejournal.com
It's nice to see love can be found, even in places this foreign. My best to you both.

[Later...]

[Of course, these thoughts of marriage has put Wendell into a thoughtful mood. Not as moody as usual, but definitely spaced out. He and Mana were married in everything but the word. Going all the way out to civilization for a piece of paper seemed silly. They already loved each other, what more was needed? Spending time on the farm, together, was more important. The happy memories has him wandering in daydreams, feel free to crash into him. Literally, too.]
[identity profile] 2good4thegundam.livejournal.com
So, it has come to my attention that the medical records for some of our residents are woefully inadequate. Many of you were unable to transfer your records in the hectic circumstances of your arrival, and that's of the ones who are from this planet.

I've no desire to give someone medicine they're allergic to, and having some baseline of your health is going to be important. So show up to the medbay any time in the next few days.

Or else.



[OOC: So yeah, medical examination time! And all the awkwardness that ensues from that. Feel free to tag at any point in the process. Or just talk to other people about it, if you want.]
[identity profile] 2good4thegundam.livejournal.com
So, it has come to my attention that the medical records for some of our residents are woefully inadequate. Many of you were unable to transfer your records in the hectic circumstances of your arrival, and that's of the ones who are from this planet.

I've no desire to give someone medicine they're allergic to, and having some baseline of your health is going to be important. So show up to the medbay any time in the next few days.

Or else.



[OOC: So yeah, medical examination time! And all the awkwardness that ensues from that. Feel free to tag at any point in the process. Or just talk to other people about it, if you want.]
[identity profile] hold-r1.livejournal.com
[Later, when the mysterious lizard golems had repaired the damage to Sigil once again, Wendell headed over to the hangar. Joshua had promised to help him train his newfound skills of creation, though Wendell still had some lingering doubt. Doing a once-over on the repaired areas, Wendell ran his hand over one spot that had been nearly destroyed. It was nearly impossible to tell where the seams of the repairs were. A thought, constant and ever present in his mind, made Wendell climb up and into Sigil. He wasn't even sure why he checked. Mana was still there, seemingly asleep, in the center of Sigil's controls chamber. Wendell reached out a hand and brushed her hair, but didn't smile. She was still cold in death.]

[He hopped down, shoving aside the dark thoughts of failure. Wendell leaned against Sigil's leg to wait for Joshua to show up.]

[[OOC: Mainly post for Joshua, but others can come in and bother him before or after training.]]
[identity profile] hold-r1.livejournal.com
[Later, when the mysterious lizard golems had repaired the damage to Sigil once again, Wendell headed over to the hangar. Joshua had promised to help him train his newfound skills of creation, though Wendell still had some lingering doubt. Doing a once-over on the repaired areas, Wendell ran his hand over one spot that had been nearly destroyed. It was nearly impossible to tell where the seams of the repairs were. A thought, constant and ever present in his mind, made Wendell climb up and into Sigil. He wasn't even sure why he checked. Mana was still there, seemingly asleep, in the center of Sigil's controls chamber. Wendell reached out a hand and brushed her hair, but didn't smile. She was still cold in death.]

[He hopped down, shoving aside the dark thoughts of failure. Wendell leaned against Sigil's leg to wait for Joshua to show up.]

[[OOC: Mainly post for Joshua, but others can come in and bother him before or after training.]]
[identity profile] hold-r1.livejournal.com
Anyone who visited Wendell in the medical ward would find him unconscious, yet restless. He wasn't tossing about much, but the nightmares showed up as fretful lines on his face.

This time, the voice in his dreams was not his own. The echoing duality of Somnian's mocking laughter, muttering whispers Wendell couldn't understand. Black ooze pouring out of the wound in his chest, unable to catch his breath. Each inhalation sucked in more of the darkness around him. Mana, her white dress stained and dirty, reached for Wendell. Time slowed as the light left her eyes, and she collapsed.

Back in the hospital, Wendell jerked awake, gasping for air. Something caught in his lungs, and he began coughing. Wendell curled up onto his side, forcing the coughing fit down, until he was finally able to breathe.
[identity profile] hold-r1.livejournal.com
Anyone who visited Wendell in the medical ward would find him unconscious, yet restless. He wasn't tossing about much, but the nightmares showed up as fretful lines on his face.

This time, the voice in his dreams was not his own. The echoing duality of Somnian's mocking laughter, muttering whispers Wendell couldn't understand. Black ooze pouring out of the wound in his chest, unable to catch his breath. Each inhalation sucked in more of the darkness around him. Mana, her white dress stained and dirty, reached for Wendell. Time slowed as the light left her eyes, and she collapsed.

Back in the hospital, Wendell jerked awake, gasping for air. Something caught in his lungs, and he began coughing. Wendell curled up onto his side, forcing the coughing fit down, until he was finally able to breathe.

Tenth Rave

Feb. 7th, 2012 06:34 pm
[identity profile] azure-savior.livejournal.com

[Currently, Josh is sitting atop the wrecked form of the Aile Chevalier, chewing thoughtfully on some random bit of food he'd nicked from the kitchen.  What with still having all the supplies meant for the other half of that "round trip" to Mars, they certainly had a surplus on their hands right now.  And there was quite a lot on his mind right, enough that the damage done to the Aile didn't really phase him at all.]

What happened out there...

... We were lucky.  Haruka, Vlaska... you did a very brave thing out there.  Just know sometimes just sitting there and tanking everything coming at you isn't going to be the best solution.

[Later, to Wendell.]

Colossi on Mars... I really hope we're not going to have to go out into the rest of the Universe to track them down...  Come to think of it, when'd you get a bow?

Tenth Rave

Feb. 7th, 2012 06:34 pm
[identity profile] azure-savior.livejournal.com

[Currently, Josh is sitting atop the wrecked form of the Aile Chevalier, chewing thoughtfully on some random bit of food he'd nicked from the kitchen.  What with still having all the supplies meant for the other half of that "round trip" to Mars, they certainly had a surplus on their hands right now.  And there was quite a lot on his mind right, enough that the damage done to the Aile didn't really phase him at all.]

What happened out there...

... We were lucky.  Haruka, Vlaska... you did a very brave thing out there.  Just know sometimes just sitting there and tanking everything coming at you isn't going to be the best solution.

[Later, to Wendell.]

Colossi on Mars... I really hope we're not going to have to go out into the rest of the Universe to track them down...  Come to think of it, when'd you get a bow?

[identity profile] hold-r1.livejournal.com
Due to the lack of gravity in some parts of the ship, and the effect the lack of gravity was having on the poor disoriented farm boy's sense of balance, Wendell has been mostly sticking to the parts that behaved like normal places should. Currently in the cafeteria, Wendell sat at a table, poking at a bit of food on his plate. Despite his best efforts, the occasional gravity-less moments had a lasting effect, and Wendell wasn't feeling that eating would be a good idea.

Instead, his mind wandered, again, back to before all this started. Back to Mana.

When Wendell was a child, curled up under the covers, but not sleeping. There was a storm outside, and the bright flashes of lights and booming noises, to an imaginative kid, sounded very monsterly. He nearly squeaked when there was an actual knocking at the door to his family's house. Sneaking to the hallway to eavesdrop, Wendell saw Mana's mother in the entrance way, speaking to his father. Mana had visited earlier, and left right before the storm had appeared, but her mother said she hadn't made it home. Wendell's father invited Mana's mother in as he rummaged around for his coat and lantern, to help look. Not that his father knew where to look... but Wendell knew.

Sneaking out the back door, Wendell blinked into the rain, staring down the long, dark walk to the barn. It seemed so much farther at night than during the day. A flash, and a crash right afterwards made the little boy huddle down in fear. Over the howling wind, his own scared sounds were lost. However, Wendell was sure of where she was, and swallowed once before walking out into the storm. Another flashing boom, and Wendell screamed, running for the barn door before the monsters behind him could catch up.

Gasping, he hurled the door open, not stopping to close it, as the monsters were right outside in the dark, and might grab him if he lingered. Shaking and fumbling in the dark, Wendell tried to call out. Unable to hear himself over the howling outside, he tried again, finding a small pit of strength untouched by his fear. W-Wendy? It was Mana, using her nickname for him. Her soft voice calling to him from one of the empty stalls.

Wendell stumbled towards her by memory, eyes adjusting to the dark. As he drew near, he could hear Mana sniffling. She was huddled in the back of one of the stalls, wiping her nose on a sleeve. Wendell smiled, and ran over, wrapping his arms around her. Another crash, and Mana shrieked, clinging to the boy. Wendell, however, didn't react this time to the crying monster outside. I'm so scared! Wendell soothed her, calming his own shaking, telling her it was just a storm. Now that he was here, nothing would hurt her...

Back in present day, Wendell smiled to himself. He was always stronger when she was around.
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Due to the lack of gravity in some parts of the ship, and the effect the lack of gravity was having on the poor disoriented farm boy's sense of balance, Wendell has been mostly sticking to the parts that behaved like normal places should. Currently in the cafeteria, Wendell sat at a table, poking at a bit of food on his plate. Despite his best efforts, the occasional gravity-less moments had a lasting effect, and Wendell wasn't feeling that eating would be a good idea.

Instead, his mind wandered, again, back to before all this started. Back to Mana.

When Wendell was a child, curled up under the covers, but not sleeping. There was a storm outside, and the bright flashes of lights and booming noises, to an imaginative kid, sounded very monsterly. He nearly squeaked when there was an actual knocking at the door to his family's house. Sneaking to the hallway to eavesdrop, Wendell saw Mana's mother in the entrance way, speaking to his father. Mana had visited earlier, and left right before the storm had appeared, but her mother said she hadn't made it home. Wendell's father invited Mana's mother in as he rummaged around for his coat and lantern, to help look. Not that his father knew where to look... but Wendell knew.

Sneaking out the back door, Wendell blinked into the rain, staring down the long, dark walk to the barn. It seemed so much farther at night than during the day. A flash, and a crash right afterwards made the little boy huddle down in fear. Over the howling wind, his own scared sounds were lost. However, Wendell was sure of where she was, and swallowed once before walking out into the storm. Another flashing boom, and Wendell screamed, running for the barn door before the monsters behind him could catch up.

Gasping, he hurled the door open, not stopping to close it, as the monsters were right outside in the dark, and might grab him if he lingered. Shaking and fumbling in the dark, Wendell tried to call out. Unable to hear himself over the howling outside, he tried again, finding a small pit of strength untouched by his fear. W-Wendy? It was Mana, using her nickname for him. Her soft voice calling to him from one of the empty stalls.

Wendell stumbled towards her by memory, eyes adjusting to the dark. As he drew near, he could hear Mana sniffling. She was huddled in the back of one of the stalls, wiping her nose on a sleeve. Wendell smiled, and ran over, wrapping his arms around her. Another crash, and Mana shrieked, clinging to the boy. Wendell, however, didn't react this time to the crying monster outside. I'm so scared! Wendell soothed her, calming his own shaking, telling her it was just a storm. Now that he was here, nothing would hurt her...

Back in present day, Wendell smiled to himself. He was always stronger when she was around.
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((Sadly, something I don't have an icon for... No art exists...))

[[Mio has asked that the 501st meet in the hangar, geared up for armed training. However, she's extended the invitation to any others who may be in need of space-oriented combat.

Of course, Mio herself is geared up in her half-of-a normal suit.]]

For some of you, this IS your first time in space. Surely you've taken the time to get used to move around in reduced gravity on the ship. Now, you'll get used to fighting in zero gravity. Make sure you're completely equipped for going outside. I will not have any casualties during training.


((Boys and girls... prepare for mock space combat! Pew pew!))
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((Sadly, something I don't have an icon for... No art exists...))

[[Mio has asked that the 501st meet in the hangar, geared up for armed training. However, she's extended the invitation to any others who may be in need of space-oriented combat.

Of course, Mio herself is geared up in her half-of-a normal suit.]]

For some of you, this IS your first time in space. Surely you've taken the time to get used to move around in reduced gravity on the ship. Now, you'll get used to fighting in zero gravity. Make sure you're completely equipped for going outside. I will not have any casualties during training.


((Boys and girls... prepare for mock space combat! Pew pew!))

Ninth Rave

Jan. 27th, 2012 10:47 am
[identity profile] azure-savior.livejournal.com
[In some part of the Chalice, the smell of some of the best damn coffee you've ever come across has begun to waft into your surroundings.  And shortly after smelling it, you might just catch sight of Joshua as well, drifting around with a plastic, tear-shaped cup in hand filled with coffee.  And god damn would you just look at the smile on his face.]

Alright... I don't know about any of you, but I'm feeling better than I have in the past few months.  Yeah, I know there's plenty of crap going on, but when isn't it?

[And it's at this point he holds out the cup, offering it to you.]

It's my sister's brew; the one thing she can make well.  And she makes it really well...  though for the life of me I always seem to forget how great it is.  Certainly makes every batch taste as good as the first one she ever made though.

I'd finally got around to it after Luger ate the toxins finishing off the rest, but when I started drinking this, I just thought... well, no need to keep it all to myself.  Especially since, well I did just say plenty of crap's going on.  But that's all the more reason to keep your spirits up!

(The cup in question is specifically designed to let people drink open beverages in zero-g, and yes, it really does exist.)

Ninth Rave

Jan. 27th, 2012 10:47 am
[identity profile] azure-savior.livejournal.com
[In some part of the Chalice, the smell of some of the best damn coffee you've ever come across has begun to waft into your surroundings.  And shortly after smelling it, you might just catch sight of Joshua as well, drifting around with a plastic, tear-shaped cup in hand filled with coffee.  And god damn would you just look at the smile on his face.]

Alright... I don't know about any of you, but I'm feeling better than I have in the past few months.  Yeah, I know there's plenty of crap going on, but when isn't it?

[And it's at this point he holds out the cup, offering it to you.]

It's my sister's brew; the one thing she can make well.  And she makes it really well...  though for the life of me I always seem to forget how great it is.  Certainly makes every batch taste as good as the first one she ever made though.

I'd finally got around to it after Luger ate the toxins finishing off the rest, but when I started drinking this, I just thought... well, no need to keep it all to myself.  Especially since, well I did just say plenty of crap's going on.  But that's all the more reason to keep your spirits up!

(The cup in question is specifically designed to let people drink open beverages in zero-g, and yes, it really does exist.)
[identity profile] king-guymelef.livejournal.com
[Van is holding his communicator uncertainly while wandering around looking not QUITE willing to ask for help with modern technology. He's done fine without it so far, but it's definitely making his life harder, and it's about time for him to eat his pride. OOC: only need one person to respond to this prompt, if you please.]

[Video. Van looks very self conscious.]

Ah, I need someone who understands the techniques that this ship and your guymelef's run on better than me. I have questions, but don't know how to phrase them to a "computer", which I gather is where your people store their knowledge.

...

Can everyone really hear this?
[identity profile] king-guymelef.livejournal.com
[Van is holding his communicator uncertainly while wandering around looking not QUITE willing to ask for help with modern technology. He's done fine without it so far, but it's definitely making his life harder, and it's about time for him to eat his pride. OOC: only need one person to respond to this prompt, if you please.]

[Video. Van looks very self conscious.]

Ah, I need someone who understands the techniques that this ship and your guymelef's run on better than me. I have questions, but don't know how to phrase them to a "computer", which I gather is where your people store their knowledge.

...

Can everyone really hear this?
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[As usual, Wendell is in his makeshift archery range, practicing. It's mostly to keep his mind occupied, this time. The shortage of food wasn't that far off from a harsh winter after a poor-yielding harvest, so the hunger wasn't what was on his mind, but it had brought up a familiar memory.]

[The winter was bitter, cold, and nearing its slow death into spring. The small supplies had dwindled to scraps a few weeks ago, and the scraps were pretty much gone by now. Mana, however, never complained. Never said a word when Wendell came home empty-handed from the forest. Only smiled, and assured him that spring wasn't far off. It was just a little while now. Not to be too hard on himself, even the wolves of the forest were hungry. It's okay, she found some salt and fat, enough for a small soup. Wendell smiled back, knowing that Mana hadn't eaten lunch, contributing it to the dinner they both could share. Maybe if she would be angry at him, it would be easier. Now, it just felt like he failed her...]

[Pulling back into the present, Wendell's hands began to shake. Loosing the arrow, it flew wildly, landing nowhere near the target. He stared down the range, hands still shaking faintly, even without the strain from the bow's string.]

Such a failure...
[identity profile] hold-r1.livejournal.com
[As usual, Wendell is in his makeshift archery range, practicing. It's mostly to keep his mind occupied, this time. The shortage of food wasn't that far off from a harsh winter after a poor-yielding harvest, so the hunger wasn't what was on his mind, but it had brought up a familiar memory.]

[The winter was bitter, cold, and nearing its slow death into spring. The small supplies had dwindled to scraps a few weeks ago, and the scraps were pretty much gone by now. Mana, however, never complained. Never said a word when Wendell came home empty-handed from the forest. Only smiled, and assured him that spring wasn't far off. It was just a little while now. Not to be too hard on himself, even the wolves of the forest were hungry. It's okay, she found some salt and fat, enough for a small soup. Wendell smiled back, knowing that Mana hadn't eaten lunch, contributing it to the dinner they both could share. Maybe if she would be angry at him, it would be easier. Now, it just felt like he failed her...]

[Pulling back into the present, Wendell's hands began to shake. Loosing the arrow, it flew wildly, landing nowhere near the target. He stared down the range, hands still shaking faintly, even without the strain from the bow's string.]

Such a failure...

Action

Nov. 24th, 2011 09:46 pm
[identity profile] the-longest-gun.livejournal.com
[Atticus was sick and tired of rations, and popcorn, and candy, and fish! And he was going to do something about it.]

[So now, decked out in his helmet, goggles, breather and duster, he was on the deck of the ship with... well it was some kind of rifle. Except it had a crank from a fishing pole, and a claw coming out of the barrel.]

[He aimed into the sky, and--BANG! The disappeared as it went sailing into the air, the reel quickly unwinding! 'CAWW,' cried out a bird as it was killed by the closing claw.]

[The masked man gave a little fist pump and then began to reel in a sea gull.]

[He added it to a pile of dead birds at his side]

Action

Nov. 24th, 2011 09:46 pm
[identity profile] the-longest-gun.livejournal.com
[Atticus was sick and tired of rations, and popcorn, and candy, and fish! And he was going to do something about it.]

[So now, decked out in his helmet, goggles, breather and duster, he was on the deck of the ship with... well it was some kind of rifle. Except it had a crank from a fishing pole, and a claw coming out of the barrel.]

[He aimed into the sky, and--BANG! The disappeared as it went sailing into the air, the reel quickly unwinding! 'CAWW,' cried out a bird as it was killed by the closing claw.]

[The masked man gave a little fist pump and then began to reel in a sea gull.]

[He added it to a pile of dead birds at his side]
[identity profile] bakaribbon.livejournal.com
1. [Haruka's looking a bit flustered wherever you manage to catch up with her, instead of her usual happy self.]

Aw man, what am I gonna do...


2.
[Locked to Miki, Low Earth Orbit]

[Remember that job iDols have to do, the one with crushing meteors? Well, Haruka's at it now.]

Miki? Try not to fall behind, alright?

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