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Riverview Moderator ([personal profile] riverviewmod) wrote in [community profile] quaranmeme2018-04-20 06:40 pm

riverview: april test drive meme

riverview test drive meme

Welcome to Riverview's test drive meme! Feel free to dip your toes in on the test drive meme to try out your character in the setting, play out a mission, and get samples for your application at the same time!

● There are currently 25 Character Slots available.
Applications are currently open and will close on May 7th at 10:00 pm EST.
● Providing all parties are amenable, threads on the test drive meme can count as game canon, as the plot in the prompts presented is game canon.
● TDM threads do not count for Activity Check, but they do count for Activity Bonus Points, so long as all characters involved are accepted into the game.
● Threading on the TDM is intended for prospective new characters, so top-levels should only be posted by players of these characters. Since the events in the TDM are considered game canon, characters currently in the game are free to use the TDM prompts for logs and posts on the regular communities.

Feel free to use the prompts below or create your own scenario. The setting is built to be flexible, so feel free to make things up as you go.


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prompt i: from the deep

For the past month, the flooding in Riverview has been out of control, and the attacks of strange mutated creatures from the swollen river haven't been helping much. While the water level has stabilized over the past couple of weeks, the river is still way, way out of bounds and keeping a large number of people in relief shelters or put up with volunteer families, causing significant damage to riverside properties, homes, and businesses. While residents have done everything they can to try to correct the situation, from machines and tech to magic and appealing to the River Spirits during the yearly Flower Festival River Spirit Procession, nothing has made any real meaningful difference.

On the 20th, almost a month to the day after the river started swelling out of control, anyone looking at the rushing surface of the water will start to see a strange glow just underneath it, and as the day progresses, glowing white tentacles start to rise from the surface of the water. As the tentacles rise from the surface, members of the Perimeter Guard will be setting up a protective barrier around the area to keep civilians back until they figure out what's up with whatever's in the river.

In the meantime, the presence of the glowing thing is driving the last of the nasty giant mutated crocodiles, carnivorous toads, and other monsters out of the river in droves. While the Perimeter Guard is still holding the line, volunteers are being called for to take out the monsters as they exit the river, menacing the rest of the city. Whether your character is a member of the Guard in training, helping keep the civilians safe from the possible new threat in the river, or a volunteer helping take out the fleeing monsters, their help will be more than welcome.


prompt ii: enlightened guidance

After a few days of study, Gramarye Magic Research's strongest mages have banded together and found a way to communicate with the glowing presence in the deep, using a wide variety of nature-based magicks from different realms. And what have they learned?

The presence is not just one creature, it is many, and they are awakening from a long, long sleep. Possibly almost as long as there have been people on the moon - it's hard to tell, when the creatures 'speak' so slowly. What the mages have managed to get from them is that it is their awakening and movement that's causing the flooding in the river, a combination of blocking up the river's exit through the fences with their bulk and an overflow of elemental water magic that is causing the river to swell with more water than it can hold. The creatures, who call themselves the 'Guardians of the Deep,' are eventually ruled to be completely benign, and their only request is to be helped on their migration to the sea - a trip that they usually take once a year when they are not in hibernation. The problem is that, since their last migration, the river has become a much more dangerous place, plagued by monsters and clogged with rubble from the Abandoned City.

Any resident with nature magic of any kind and who can communicate with the creatures, who is a fighter or member of the Perimeter Guard, or who has abilities that can help to clear the river of any debris or blockages, is invited to aid in the attempt to escort the Guardians of the deep down the river. Once they reach the delta and waterfalls, their path will be clear and they will be free to explore the ocean until they return to the city in late fall.

ETA: In response to a player question, the Guardians look like very large glowy amoebas.


prompt iii: a touching story

The Guardians of the Deep are slow-speaking and they are also slow-moving. For a period of at least two weeks, they will be making their way from the center of the city down the river with the current, and as they travel, they'll be having a rather...interesting effect on anyone who is sensitive to their influence. This sensitivity is something a character may be aware of through a strong connection with or love of nature or animals, it may be a spiritual or magical sensitivity, it may be an emotional one, or it might simply be something a character is not aware of until they are affected. However, no matter what a character is or where they come from, they may be susceptible to the aura of the Guardians.

And what does that aura do?

Starting on April 20th and intermittently continuing throughout the next month, any characters with a sensitivity (feel free to make one up that affects your character, or have them be immune as per your choice) will lose an important sense. While sight is the most commonly lost sense, others may lose hearing, taste, touch, smell, or other senses unique to their physiology (whether biological, mechanical, or otherwise). The only relief from this loss is for the character to make direct contact with another character - any other character, in any way, as long as there is no clothing, material, or other matter blocking contact. As soon as contact is broken, the loss will return.

The effect can last for as long or short a time as each player wishes, and affect whatever sense is desired. Reprieve from the effect comes with skin-to-skin (or equivalent) contact with another character, and is not limited to just one other character - it doesn't matter who else is being touched, as long as it's someone.


prompt iv: floral exchange

During this year, there's been an influx of people from a dying reality consisting mostly of living plant people, and they've really taken the Flower Festival as a great opportunity to introduce one of their most honored traditions to the people of their new adopted world. The tradition involves sharing various types of flowers with strangers, with each type of flower having a different meaning and effect on both the giver and receiver - the bond of the exchange can spark emotion as well as physical responses that function in a unique way that affects almost everyone that participates, whether animal, plant, or even android.

Some of the flowers have been used up, but a few types still remain. Any characters exchanging the flowers with other characters, whether friends or strangers, will experience emotional/psychological effects, physical effects, or both once the exchange is complete. Effects can last for as short or long a time as the players involved want, and are as follows:

Baby Blue Eyes - Trust/Healing the Inner Child
Emotional Effect: Either an inexplicable trust in the person the flower was exchanged with, or a generalized paranoia.
Physical Effect: De-aging. Characters can become a younger version of themselves, physically, mentally, or both. Whether or not their normal selves are of age, de-aged characters may not participate in adult prompts unless they're de-aged to something above 18.

Rose - Friendship/Beauty
Emotional Effect: Openness and a desire to make new friends, or excessive competitiveness.
Physical Effect: A temporary glamor that makes both participants in the exchange appear as the most beautiful possible version of themselves, and improves their charisma.

Valerian: - Relaxation/Heart-Opening
Emotional Effect: A near-complete erasure of anxiety and stress, or a dramatic inexplicable increase in it.
Physical Effect: Forced honesty. Both affected characters become incapable of lying. Whether they're compelled to blurt the truth or if they can keep their mouths shut or talk around the truth is up to player discretion.

[Flower meanings used in this prompt come from this site.]


prompt v: friendr/network

Whether your character is posting up a silly word game, trying to get hold of a friend, or putting out feelers for people to go out into the fray with, the network is going strong.

Alternately, an offer for a free app is popping up on new arrivals' devices - Friendr is a friend-finder and/or dating app. If characters choose to install it, they will fill out a short bio and parameters for what they're looking for, upload a snap of themselves, and then proceed to browse for matches. This is a typical swipe-left-or-right type app.

Code to post your character's bio is in the textbox below. An example of how it looks can be found here.


Friendr base code is by photosynthesis.
The code in the textbox is for the default color scheme, but the Friendr app has a wide variety of themes, so feel free to customize with colors and patterns as you see fit, but do not remove the credit line out of respect for the creator of the code.


prompt vi: wildcard

Use the wildcard prompt to choose your own adventure and do whatever else you like in the setting!


navigation

[Meeting by Stas Bordukov]
breqintopieces: (Troubled)

Breq | Imperial Radch Trilogy

[personal profile] breqintopieces 2018-04-21 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
i - the scale of the problem

[The river is overflowing its banks with water and monsters both, and still recovering from vacuum exposure or not, Breq isn't about to sit idly by in a medical bed and wait for whatever this place uses as correctives to finish their work. As soon as she could manage to dress and take more than a few steps, she'd made her way out here, to the barrier set up to guard the barrier and the eerie white tentacles occasionally writhing their way up from under the surface.

Even she knows better than to try and throw herself into the fray in her recently-recovered state, though. Instead, she's taken up a position behind the barrier, a nicely sheltered spot where she's been crouched for what seems like the past few hours, not so much as twitching as she keeps a watch on the overflowing river. Only the slightest twitch of her hand, curling into a fist, gives away that anything has changed.]


There, [she calls out to the nearest person, voice even.] Three more. Crocodiles, three meters long. Surfacing right next to the barrier.

[Of all the times Breq has ever wished for a good rifle, now is really at the top of the list.]

iii - casting out

[Breq should have seen this coming.

Or maybe that's unfair. One can't see the failure of their sight coming so easily, considering the sense in question. Maybe it's more accurate to say that Breq should have caught it before now, during her time spent as a sentry along the barriers along the river.

In truth, Breq had noticed the fuzzing at the edges of her vision, had blinked it away and attributed it to a lack of rest, had resolved to push past it, for only a little while longer. Just until the Perimeter Guard sent up a relief. Maybe the universe is punishing Breq's hubris, in trying to push past her injuries, or maybe she's just made a bad call and the pieces have fallen as they will fall. Whatever the reason, she's not managed to make her way far into the city proper--is in the middle of climbing a flight of stairs, in fact--when a wall of black descends before her eyes.]


No. [It comes out as a gasp, barely audible, as Breq goes stiff. She blinks, trying to force her eyes into working, then again when the utter darkness doesn't disappear. Pulse thudding through her veins, she gropes for the railing that was next to her only moments ago, if only she can find it--]

v - friendr


  Friendr  
« »
  » Age: I've lost track.
» Seeking: Friends, a team for ventures
» Preferences: n/a
» Interests: Music, visiting new places, guns.
» Bio: You could call me a tourist.
  base code by photosynthesis
  Breq Ghaiad  
 
«✘✔»
 


[ooc: I'll match your style if you want to try a different one! Feel free to hit me up with a different wildcard option if you have an idea for something I haven't prompted, too.]
physioneural: (03)

Steve Rogers | Iron Man | SHITS N GIGS!!

[personal profile] physioneural 2018-04-21 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
PROMPT I - FROM DA DEEPS!

[ Acting Hunter is not one of the mantles he ever expected to hold down with a giant metal suit. Steve would dare call it overkill if he were back home. Nothing as big as these reptiles grow&mdash there;well, not naturally. But as a tangible threat to the community, it plays out a little more dignified spilling bullets into animals and chasing them away with a flamethrower. A little.

The real problem is the wet ground. All that flooding has turned the wide banks soft and dangerous. If he stops for any length of time, Steve can feel himself slipping into the mud, catching the large iron plates of the suit's soles. That means more exertion on his heart as he heaves the Iron Man out of the soil one leg at a time. And then rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat. Anything particularly sticky and Steve fires up the propulsion system with a loud roar. ]


This is not going well...


PROMPT 2 - CLEANIN UP DAT RIVERRR

[ He's put the Iron Man to manual labor this day, something he could never do without the enhanced strength. Still, the strain on his squishy body has him breaking out in a sweat like he's been running a marathon at a sprint. And that familiar wave of nausea is starting to rise in his throat and ruddy his face, so he smartly (for once) takes a break.

The sizable helmet comes off between his giant hands and rests against one strong hip, the relief immediate. It tempers the uncomfortable feeling in his chest as the Iron Man literally saps the life out of him one heartbeat at a time. ]


Careful. [ In his poor line of sight Steve sees another volunteer heading for the water's edge. ] There's still a lot of debris.

[ He would hate for someone to impale themselves through their heel or legs rooting around. ]


PROMPT 4 - FLOWER POWERRR

[ It takes Steve far too long to remember that his Flash Gordon communicator comes with a camera. Some... how. There he's been standing, slack-jawed no doubt, trying to burn the flowers' hues deep into his mind for later, but he's yet to cotton on to the fact that practically every problem has a solution found in your back pocket.

So he pulls it out with careful hands and access the "Home" screen. That he's got down. Two taps and he's in. The camera on the other hand takes a little digging before the screen fades away and shows the around him—more specifically, right below him. ]


Miracles of modern science... [ It's impressive to say the least. Crisp, beautifully colored photographs held in his hands to be poured over at his leisure. ]



Friendr
«
»
» Age: 24
» Seeking: friends
» Preferences: engineers that can keep a tight lip
» Interests: art, reading,
» Bio: Colonel Steve Rogers, US Army. I'm from 1945. Don't be shy with the constructive criticism.
base code by photosynthesis
Steven Grant Rogers
« ✘ ✔ »
Edited 2018-04-21 03:45 (UTC)
tetherer: (7)

the tetherer ( original ) ota ; will match format

[personal profile] tetherer 2018-04-21 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
III. A TOUCHING STORY

[The Tetherer is uniquely unused to doing things for themself. Well, no, that may be an unfair assessment. They make a lot of decisions in their day-to-day. What they don't do is cook, clean, and shop. Those tasks -- equally important in their eyes, a vital part of society just the same as a god -- are delegated to people more suited for such things. People who know how to incorporate ingredients into a meal, who know how to get stains out of cloth, who know how to pick out the essentials from the non-essentials.

They're finding the thought of living (mostly) on their own very fun. Getting out and doing things other than their normal duties. Understanding what it's like to be mundane, rather than recognized and revered in the streets.

They're considering which personal-sized watermelon they should pick and how to decide such a thing when the world goes black.

They stumble back in surprise, dropping the watermelon in their hands, letting it crash hard against the tiled floor with an upsetting smack that probably means it's burst open, if they could only see it. They try to reach down for it, in an attempt to clean up their mess, but they haven't planned very far ahead because they're not quite sure what to do in this situation even if they could see. They breathe deeply, trying to keep calm, to find their hand touching only a piece of wet watermelon. They pick up the bare red flesh.
]

I... did not mean to do that. Is someone there?

[They were sure someone was nearby when it happened, or maybe they just feel like someone is watching them right now.]

IV. FLORAL EXCHANGE

[What a nice tradition. The Tetherer isn't entirely familiar with any kind of Flower Festival from another world, but they certainly aren't going to not participate. It seems fun!

Besides, what better way to meet people than to randomly hand them a valerian flower in a completely socially acceptable way?
]

Hello. Have a flower.

V. FRIENDR/NETWORK


Friendr
«
»
» Age: older than you'd think
» Seeking: anything!
» Preferences: all
» Interests: looking for suggestions
» Bio: a god seeking new experiences!
base code by photosynthesis
the tetherer
« ✘ ✔ »


VI. WILDCARD

[any scenario is fine! plot w me @ [plurk.com profile] erlking]
scholiast: <user name=whyskalker site=tumblr.com> (★ where are you now)

iii ♡

[personal profile] scholiast 2018-04-21 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

(Somebody is watching them, and it's Lucretia! She'd heard the sound of the watermelon hitting the ground from where she'd been weighing up oranges in her palm, and turned to investigate: a young person, standing there, holding wet shards of jagged fruit.)

Are you alright? (She asks, unaware of their recent affliction.)
papadopoulos: (Where my innkeeper friend)

Lester Papadopoulos / Apollo (yes, the god) | PJ / HoO / ToA

[personal profile] papadopoulos 2018-04-21 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
i.

This doesn’t count.

This doesn’t count.

This. Doesn’t. Count.

[Anyone near Apollo will be able to hear him muttering that to himself as he gets his bow and arrows ready, but it’s clear that he’s trying to convince himself of that fact. He doesn’t really know if swearing on the river Styx applies in this case, but he’s pretty sure a curse is a curse no matter where he goes. Does it really matter, though? He already broke it. He’s already cursed and dying and paying the higher price or whatever it may end up happening to him. And he’s definitely not going to just sit here and let those monsters kill him, because he’s absolutely not dying in such a dirty, muddy and-flooded place. So not classy.

And also there’s other people in danger or whatever. Point is, he’s got some experience with killing monsters so he’ll do his best. Though it’s usually way, way easier than this (damn this mortal body).

He is not as good with them as he once was and he will happily remind everyone of that fact, but to any experienced archer he will seem at least pretty decent and he hits his target more often than not. Only he would know that the arrows are not hitting exactly where he wants them to.

Having to train to be good at stuff is so frustrating.]


GET DOWN!

[He yells as he points at a particularly scared crocodile (? thing is gigantic) that’s heading right towards someone fighting by his side. Humans break so easily.]

iii.

[Have a young, clumsy teenager all but BARRELING your way with a panicked look in his eyes. He reached to touch- any skin he can reach for, really. A wrist, a cheek, a shoulder. By now he’s learned what he has to do to get his sense back and he’s not going to let the fact that he has to touch some strangers stop him.

If he goes for particularly beautiful people, hey, hush, you can’t blame him.

He lets out a sigh of relief as soon as contact is made.]


AT LAST, my beautiful voice is back. [Beautiful, cracking, extremely teenager-like voice?]

v.


Friendr
«
»
» Age: It’s Complicated. My driver’s license says 16 though.
» Seeking: You should be seeking me
» Preferences: I prefer gorgeous people
» Interests: Music, medicine, the future
» Bio: Yes I am a god
I usually look much better
You have to trust me

base code by photosynthesis
Apollo. Not Lester.
« ✘ ✔ »


wildcard!
buildsomething: ([armor] flight)

i.

[personal profile] buildsomething 2018-04-21 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a lot that Tony's come to expect from the Quarantine. That it will confuse him thoroughly, that it will probably make his head hurt if he things about the whole thing too long, and that there is a lot of dangerous shit running around. So he thought he'd used up all of his current bemusement on the fact that there are apparently great old ones in the river. Because why not.

He should really know better than to even think he's seen it all. Because when Tony's sensors catch something big moving along the bank, he darts over -- and nearly falls right out of the air. It takes a lot to really startle him anymore, but seeing the goddamn Mark I half sliding in the mud will just about do it.]


What the hell.
physioneural: (10)

[personal profile] physioneural 2018-04-21 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Is that how you greet strangers, young man? Thankfully Tony's too far away to be heard, especially without a communication link directly to the suit. Inside, the world is usually nothing more than a numb roar in his ears.

Much like the roar of the fighter plane coming down on him. Or whatever propulsion system is equipped. Hardly as big as any plane he's seen—looks like it may even be smaller than him! That's quite a novelty. And as a show of good will he puts down his arms (literally) so the flamethrower and machine gun are no longer a threat to anything in the area. ]
physioneural: (03)

sorry or am I

[personal profile] physioneural 2018-04-21 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
So what do you consider "gorgeous"?

[ Sue him, Steve's simply curious about what a supposed teen sun god thinks constitutes gorgeousness. ]

Edited 2018-04-21 22:17 (UTC)
telephony: (Default)

matthew swift | a madness of angels

[personal profile] telephony 2018-04-21 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
ii
[The Guardians fascinate Matthew and the angels that they come to the edge of the city to see them. It's an uncomfortable boundary, with the familiarity of the city's life and magic bordering the strangeness of nature's. They spend hours communing in low voices with these strange creatures, but Matthew does look up when another character approaches.

He's dressed in clothes picked up from a second hand clothing store, but his most noticeable feature are his eyes which almost seem to glow with the magic of the blue electric angels. Those with magical sensitivities might be able to pick up there's far more to this man.]


Hello. Are you here to see them too?

iv
[Life in all it's forms is magic at it's purest so of course Matthew comes to see the sights. He walks with the rhythm of the hustle and bustle of the festival and when he breathes it's with the knowledge of the vast history of the area. But it's far too easy to get lost in city so to distract himself he picks a rose and offers it to the nearest person just to have something to talk about.]

We think this is how it goes?

v

Friendr
«
»
» Age: Mine or ours?
» Seeking: Do you need to be seeking something?
» Preferences: This is rather forward
» Interests: Eating, walking, living
» Bio: Midnight Mayor of London. Thoroughly enjoying my break from said role. I am we and we are me.
base code by photosynthesis
Matthew Swift
« ✘ ✔ »
breqintopieces: (That so?)

i.

[personal profile] breqintopieces 2018-04-21 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sopping ground isn't good footing for anyone, but with quick and cautious steps, Breq can at least avoid sinking into the worst of the muck, though her boots (and probably pants as well) are going to be ruined after this.

That's not important. What is, is making sure none of these creatures break the barrier. Breq isn't anywhere near the powerhouse that this suit of metal is, even despite the transparent silver gleam of shielding flickering around the edges of her body.

Either Steve's struggle catches her attention, or his muttering does, but she glances his way with a shrewd look. Her eyes catch on the soles of the boots, already starting to sink into the mud again.]


Try that.

[With one gloved hand Breq points toward some of the nearby debris-- a chunk of plywood barely sunk into the mud.]
breqintopieces: (Default)

friendr

[personal profile] breqintopieces 2018-04-22 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
"I am we and we are me." Literal or metaphorical?
shikataganai: Hiding things inside them ♪ (4)

Hanzo Shimada | Overwatch

[personal profile] shikataganai 2018-04-22 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
i

[While not yet an official member of the guard, a certain bow-toting ninja has decided to get involved in the flooding situation. Whether he cares about the security of the city at large, well.. he hasn't decided that himself, but the monsters create a useful form of target practice, and the fact that he's keeping people safe is a secondary bonus.

He announces himself first with the sound of hands and feet clambering quickly through the branches nearby, then with the whizz of bouncing scatter arrows that zip in every direction before sticking one by one into the head of an approaching crocodile. A moment later Hanzo drops to the ground, straightening up with a huff of pride.
]

Another one down.

[And like seven hundred to go... why are you celebrating.]

iii

[Unfortunately, soon after his arrival Hanzo becomes affected by the Guardians' auras. Since he doesn't really approach people in the first place, it isn't immediately obvious what's wrong... he just seems jumpy, like a generally paranoid person. People who don't step loudly enough may startle him, even if they come at him from the front, and he flinches in crowds when someone brushes his shoulder.

For nearly a week, Hanzo finds himself entirely blind, and his natural avoidance of being touched by strangers means it will take him a while to figure out how to fix it or even mention it to anyone. But if you see him stumbling around, hugging the wall and doing everything in his power to avoid showing weakness... it might be a good idea to help him out.
]

v


Friendr
«
»
» Age: 38
» Seeking: Redemption.
» Preferences: If I must have company, I prefer them to be quiet.
» Interests: Kyudo, meditation, and tea.
» Bio: "Do not pray for an easy life. Pray for the strength to endure a difficult one."
base code by photosynthesis
Hanzo Shimada
« ✘ ✔ »
Edited 2018-04-22 00:26 (UTC)
telephony: (pic#2593417)

[personal profile] telephony 2018-04-22 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
A little bit of both? I am Matthew and we are the angels, but we came from you.
physioneural: (06)

[personal profile] physioneural 2018-04-22 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's... not a bad idea. It would definitely help disperse the weight, if it doesn't outright break under him. He clomps over with what little dignity he still possesses and puts one tentative iron foot on the wood. The next slowly follows, and wonder of wonders he stays up without breaking the plywood board in half. ]

Good eye, ma'am.
breqintopieces: (The Seivarden Expression)

[personal profile] breqintopieces 2018-04-22 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[The 'ma'am' brings a momentary pause.]

It's Breq.

[Breq squelches her way through the mud closer to him, though she doesn't step onto the board. Better not test it with the weight of that metal monstrosity on top of it.]

Not the most efficient transport, is that.

[A nod toward the mud-covered legs.]
flowlikewater: (pic#11296354)

iii

[personal profile] flowlikewater 2018-04-22 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ The sheer mix of emotions that slams into Genji's chest when he sees a familiar figure stumbling alongside a wall is almost enough to knock him off balance. He stumbles slight, for him, up on a nearby roof and just. Stares.

That's his brother.

He almost doesn't know what to do. It has been so long since he's seen him, since last summer... so much has happened since then. And chances are he won't remember his time here. Where does that leave them? Where does he stand?

After a moment, he takes a deep breath and descends the side of the building. Once he's closer, he takes note of a few things: the haircut, for one. That was certainly new. And the stumbling doesn't seem to be because of drinking, like he had initially assumed...

Ah. The recent 'issue.' That makes sense.

Genji approaches him from the front, not trying to be silent. His metal feet make noise, and his joints whir with each step. ]


Would you like some help...?
breqintopieces: (Staring)

[personal profile] breqintopieces 2018-04-22 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
From me.

[If it's possible to communicate a complete lack of amusement through text, Breq is sure trying]

What divides you from the angels?
shikataganai: Hiding things inside them ♪ (11)

[personal profile] shikataganai 2018-04-22 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[He's already straining to hear anything he can to make up for his lack of sight, so he does pick out the whirring and click of metal from the general bustle of the street. Still, he freezes when he hears the voice; nothing prepared him for hearing it the first time, and it's not any better the second.

But this time, he can recognize it much more easily, and his eyes widen slightly, glancing around and clearly going straight through Genji. Finally he settles his gaze slightly above and to the left of Genji's shoulder, his best approximation of where those footsteps came to rest.
]

I'm fine.

[He puffs himself up a bit, speaking curtly as if to a stranger.]
Edited 2018-04-22 01:14 (UTC)
flowlikewater: (pic#11296337)

[personal profile] flowlikewater 2018-04-22 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, yes. His eyes. Genji had thought but not wanted to assume until he had proof. His brother, so clearly dependent on his sight. And yet always so damn proud.

Genji crosses his arms. ]


You do not 'look' fine. Unless you've started using the wall to walk since the last time I saw you. You are not that old, brother.

[ 'Anija.' It's been so long since he's said it. He can't help but smile a little. ]
shikataganai: Hiding things inside them ♪ (12)

[personal profile] shikataganai 2018-04-22 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Brother. The word still burns like acid on his ears, and his brow furrows a bit as Genji speaks. How is it that in his moments of weakness he always seems to be found by the exact person he doesn't want to see... Well. He guesses seeing him isn't the issue at the moment.]

Observant as always... [His voice cools a bit further, now distinctly icy.] What do you want?
flowlikewater: (you are only human)

[personal profile] flowlikewater 2018-04-22 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Genji sighs. He didn't really expect anything different, but still. He's already remembering what being a 'little brother' means in stunning clarity. ]

'Oh Genji, it's been so long since we last saw each other. We should talk.' [ Enjoy his you impression, Hanzo, he's definitely practiced. ]

I want to help you. I get no joy in seeing you stumble along like this. I know how to fix it.
shikataganai: Hiding things inside them ♪ (9)

[personal profile] shikataganai 2018-04-22 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
I don't need your help.

[The words come out of his mouth almost reflexively; he doesn't need anyone's help, but especially not his baby brother's. He'll just... stumble his way home, and then... do something... and then his sight will return. Eventually. Yes.

...Okay, maybe he does need help. He casts a suspicious look in Genji's general direction, and lets out a scoff.
]

It may have been a long time since I last saw you, but do not think you can fool me with one of your jokes again.

[Yeah, that'll show him.. trying to help and offer solutions, god, what an ass.]
telephony: ([ make me a shadow on the wall ])

[personal profile] telephony 2018-04-22 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
There is no divide. I am we and we are me.
flowlikewater: (i will not falter)

[personal profile] flowlikewater 2018-04-22 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Another sigh, although it's more of an exasperated huff. ]

You will find I have not joked at all since we reunited. If I was truly teasing you, I would have just watched you stumble around.

[ Genji scratches at his hair. Of course his brother would appear when he has terrible roots showing beneath the green. He's getting grayer too. ]

I can at least assist you until you are safe, if you would prefer. 'Touch' is the key to returning your lost sense.
breqintopieces: (Debating)

[personal profile] breqintopieces 2018-04-22 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Then 'Matthew' is only a single piece of the rest of you?

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