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The Legion [Mods] ([personal profile] letsgolegion) wrote in [community profile] legionclubhouse2017-03-26 04:38 am
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The Telepathic Disaster Test Drive Meme

THE TELEPATHIC DISASTER MEME


The Time Trapper, the being responsible for bringing people into the Legion's universe, is up to some strange tricks! It's now creating illusions of alternate universes and dumping the Legionnaires into them to try to test them as Legionnaires. Each time this happens, the captives -- er, participants have knowledge of the scenario, their role, and what they're supposed to accomplish planted into their heads, but still remember who they once were.

To complicate things, the Legionnaires from the 31st century aren't the only ones pulled into this adventure. Strange people from many worlds are being yanked in and finding themselves thrust right into the heart of these conflicts.

These universes are technically just illusions (probably!) and all the participants have an inherent knowledge of this placed in their heads, but it's up to them if they believe it -- and the danger is real. If you die in one of these scenarios you stay dead. This time everyone is being dumped into a scenario where they're dealing with...

AN ATTACK ON TITAN
THE SETTING
SIE SIND DAS ESSEN UND WIR SIND DIE JAGER--

Er, a different attack on Titan.

Titan, Saturn's moon, is a beautiful colonized world with elegant cities and black methane seas. It has long been inhabited by the Titanians, a race of human-looking telepaths that live in the shadow of Saturn's rings. Renowned for their mental abilities -- and sometimes feared for them -- the Titanians are instrumental to the ongoing function of the United Planets. Titan's capital city, Titanopolis, is home to the Titanet Tower, the central hub of the telepathy-fueled communication networks that allow for long-distance communication and data transmission for the entire whole UP.

That's why Titanopolis is under attack by terrorists in the employ of the cosmic horror known as Chronoblivion. This attack is slamming the city on multiple fronts, causing a variety of different disasters, and some of them are a special kind of nasty thanks to the telepathic nature of Titanopolis' citizens.

Your character has found themselves in the middle of the chaos. The streets are filled with the sounds of running feet, breaking glass, and methane explosions, but the voices of the Titanians are strangely silent, due to their tendency to speak via telepathy instead of with speech. Instead of hearing it with their ears, your character's mind is filled to the brim with the Titanians' mental screams.

While it's possible that the civilians in this scenario aren't real, there's no way to be 100% sure. What your character can be sure of is that if they are real, they need their help.

(Based on player preference, for the purposes of the meme, characters can either lose powers, retain their canon powers, or find themselves with new powers. It's up to you.)

SCENARIO A: CHILDHOOD FEARS
Psionic devices all around the city are telepathically injuring Titanians and causing their powers to go berserk, which is leading to a nasty slew of effects. One type of device is causing Titanians to bring the childhood fears of themselves and others to life and make them tangible. Whether those fears are puppets, the clown from IT, being sucked through the drain in a swimming pool, Bloody Mary, or spiders, those fears can come to life and become tangible enough to do damage to more than just your character's youthful psyche. They can be as simple as scary animals like snakes, or complex enough to be capable of speech, based on player preference.

Fortunately, the devices seem to be focusing only on old childhood fears, but that still won't be all that reassuring when your character is facing down the living embodiment of an illustration from "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" that they never could quite get out of their heads. Still, these constructs can be destroyed several ways: by the character facing the fear, destroying the device causing the effect in that particular area, or good ol' fashioned brute force.

SCENARIO B: METHANE IS APPARENTLY FLAMMABLE
The city is a bit like Venice on Earth, connected by various canals and channels. While standard hover-craft, threshold gates, and monorails are responsible for most transportation, gondolas still ferry around those who want a scenic route over the sluggish methane streams and lakes.

The concentration of gases in the atmosphere, and a vast network of outdoor fire suppression systems help keep any methane burnoffs from being dangerous -- usually. But explosive devices that have been planted around the city's canals and methane-ways are also pumping explosive accelerants into each blast.

This means there are quite a few people that need rescue. Some are trapped in debris from structures collapsing due to explosions. Others are trapped in buildings that are rapidly becoming consumed by fires that the firefighters are having difficulty fighting due to methane feeding into them. The firefighters and rescue workers are overwhelmed and definitely need a hand rescuing civilians and containing the blazes.

SCENARIO C: MASS PANIC
Sometimes people panic in the face of disaster. Sometimes crowds can get violent with each other, due to their fear, and that effect will be ten times worse due to the Titanians accidentally projecting their fear via telepathy and torquing each other up as they try to get to safe places or loot stores for supplies.

This projected panic won't affect only the Titanians, either. While working to calm crowds and usher the Titanians to safer places, rescuers will have to fight through a range of negative emotions being projected onto them by the scared telepaths -- everything from terror to frustration to hopelessness.

SCENARIO D: PROP HUNT
Some nasty creatures have been released in the chaos -- dangerous Sitrekian trillifs. These small, vicious, semi-sentient creatures have amorphous bodies that can sharpen into harder forms -- usually ones with dangerous teeth and claws, capable of maiming or killing sentients.

These mimics take on the form of random objects to hide from threats and to lay in wait so they can ambush their prey and feed on their blood. The only thing that can give their location away is the low-level psychic feedback they give off while transformed into an object. The closer someone is to a trillif, the more they hear their psychic whispers and the more they get "the creeps," sensations of hair standing on the back of the neck, skin crawling, etc.

Trillifs are much easier to kill while in solid form, meaning that it's ideal for your characters to work together and figure out what objects they're hiding as before they transform back -- the moment they transform into their real forms, they're much harder to destroy.

Unfortunately, the trillifs that have been released into this conflict to cause even more suffering are fairly intelligent, and thus are hiding in places that are to their advantage. To hunt them down, characters will have to face them in areas with lots of potential objects they could be hiding as, such as in abandoned futuristic malls.

SCENARIO E: AFTERMATH
Want to have an option that's a little more conversational? Characters can chit-chat in the aftermath of the attack and meet each other only after everything is over. There are still injured Titanians to help move to safer places and work to be done, but the characters can have a moment to bond while finally getting a breather.

SCENARIO F: WILD CARD
Have an idea for something that you don't see an option for? There's lots that can be done with telepathic threats. Perhaps a device causes the Titanians to make your character suddenly ruled by their id, or to have their entire personality invert to be its opposite. Players are free to make up their own threats and scenarios. (Don't worry about getting anything "right," this is a test drive, and the bubble universe is a little slippery and mutable! Get messy!)

OOC INFO

Current players in game can jump into this and do starters if they like so they can play with new players and each other. This meme will count as part of the game canon for those that opt in, though they'll find their memories somewhat fuzzy afterward. These threads can count toward your AC, however the "new CR" credit cannot be applied since not every character joining in is guaranteed to join the game. This takes place just before "The Spies Who Sprocked Us" and "Through the Looking Glass."

Potential players can use this as a standard test drive and may use these threads as their log samples. However, at least one post in their thread must fit the requirements for apps, both in length (200 words) and in quality. If you do plan on using a thread as a sample, please make sure the writing throughout your threads is a good example of your writing skills and has some solid examples of the character's voice.

Potential players can also opt to keep these threads as game canon when they app in, so that their character remembers the scenario and then suddenly finds themselves in the game universe. However, this is opt in and players can choose to introduce their characters fresh if they'd prefer that and no other characters will remember they were there. Please just note which you'd like in the additional info field on your app.

If you are considering apping to the game, currently 2 of 40 player slots are available, but new player reserves open and close at the game fairly frequently, and slots open regularly due to natural drops. The character limit is 4 characters per player. You can also scope out some of the game's upcoming plots here to get an idea of what kind of plots are in the game and what's to come.

Non-players who like the meme but aren't really considering apping to the game are free to jump in. The more the merrier! The Time Trapper wants a confusing situation and will enjoy the chaos of lots of strange people trying to figure out what's going on.
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[personal profile] thebioticwoman 2017-04-27 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Relax, she's a Spectre. Everything she does is sanctioned by definition.

Shepard fell in beside Memnon, matching his pace despite a distinct lack of power armor. That muscle weave was paying for itself today.

Most of Shepard's attention was focused on keeping her passenger's head from jostling; any half-competent doctor could treat spinal paralysis, but better to prevent it in the first place.

"This would be easier if they weren't using grav generators." Everything else was burning merrily, so why were those still working? Shepard chose to assume it was due to the universe's desire to make everything a hassle for her personally.

[personal profile] son_of_eos 2017-04-27 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
It was difficult to carry a small child comfortably while running in Astartes power armor. It was not necessarily designed for comfort. Still, his tiny passenger, seeming even smaller in the crook of the elder Marine's arm, held on quietly, her eyes fixed to her unconscious mother being carried by Shepherd.

Memnon once again regarded the Spectre. That she could keep pace meant she was no baseline human. Hidden augmetics were not unknown to him, but such things were typically beyond the reach of an Imperial citizen or an apostate on the run. Such advanced technology meant, to him, she was either nobility or Inquisition. Given her powers, the latter seemed a given.

Still, he did not comment on it for now. Such a thing was a distraction in a hazardous situation.

"And without those generators, all this rubble would be sent farther and with greater force with each blast," he replied. "So, mixed blessings."

That was an attempt, at least, at humor.
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[personal profile] pffft 2017-04-27 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[A pneumatic hiss precedes the opening of the cabin as he reveals his passengers. The three Titanians are unconscious and a little roughed up from the chaos, but there are no visible severe injuries - on the outside, anyway.]

It seems as if they are in stasis to conserve energy. My scanners indicate their core life functions are still operational.

[But this organic would surely know more on the matters of Titanian health than he did.]
Edited 2017-04-27 19:06 (UTC)
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Hiryu | Strider

[personal profile] disciplined 2017-04-28 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
C - I Will Eliminate All Obstacles

Being instantly transported to a different location was not a new experience for Hiryu. What was a new experience, however, was the sensation of multiple mental screams hitting him all at once, causing him to lower to one knee as he gathered his bearings. He needed a moment to realize what was happening, to understand that the screams weren't a fabrication, but something real. And when he finally raised his head, and beheld the sight before him...

That was when he saw the world lit on fire. Buildings being destroyed, explosions going off every second... and what looked like armed soldiers gunning down fleeing civilians.

Hiryu narrowed his eyes. One hand moving behind him, and gripping the side-handle of his cypher. Immediately, he could feel the familiar hum of his cypher's generator coming online, coating the blade with plasma. Although for a moment, he hesitated. The appearance of the soldiers and civilians shifting, morphing...

And for a moment, in the place of the soldiers, were children. Young brainwashed children, mowing people down without hesitation.

Hiryu shook his head, trying to will the images away. He didn't know where they came from, but he would not let it distract him. Every second he wasted was a second people died. So, using every ounce of his willpower, he pushed all the mental screaming aside, ignoring the distraction. Shooting forward, as fast as his feet could carry him...

... And slicing one of the soldiers in two.

The two halves disintegrated, the excess plasma taking care of the body. The rest of the soldiers momentarily frozen by the sight, and giving Hiryu the chance to shoot forward, and slice another one in half. By then, the soldiers finally shook themselves out of their stupor, and began to open fire on the new threat. But it didn't matter anymore.

He was already on the move. They were all as good as dead.
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[personal profile] calibrates_big_guns 2017-04-29 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
Well. About that.

It just so happens that Garrus is here, picking his way through the chaos and doing what he can. He'd managed to break one of the devices, but it didn't seem to be doing too much good -- he figures there's more than one of them out there, and the signals are overlapping. He's been hunting around, looking for more, but he's still new in town. He can barely find his way around even without the city tearing itself apart.

So you can imagine the relief that washes over him when he actually spots a familiar face.

"Shepard, over here! I--"

Of course, that relief sinks in his chest rather quickly when she fires up a biotic barrier at the sight of him.


"Oh." His mandibles shift uneasily, and instinctively he takes a half-step back -- a half-step closer to cover. "That's not good."

He doesn't know what he looks like to her. All he knows is she can tear him apart with her mind, and if this is getting to her, things just got very complicated very quickly.
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[personal profile] thebioticwoman 2017-04-29 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Fortunately for him, even with that lurking uneasy echo of her child self's fear twisting in her chest, Shepard's neither jumpy nor impulsive...and she's also reasonably certain the demonic turians in her nightmares had never spoken, only shrieked and roared. She's entirely certain that if her subconscious were to give them a voice now, it would be Saren, not Garrus. Garrus is about as scary as a basket of kittens.

The biotic glow in her eyes dies away as Shepard lets the building warp field dissipate, and she cocks her head, squinting up at this suddenly baffling monster.

"Garrus?" She's looking at the hallucination's face, a good four meters higher than Garrus's actual head.
Edited 2017-04-29 06:51 (UTC)
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[personal profile] calibrates_big_guns 2017-04-30 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Scary as a basket of kittens. The wonders that does for his self esteem ...

Not that he's particularly worried about his ego at the moment. Right now, he's relieved he's not being torn apart molecule by molecule.

"Last I checked," He replies, taking a tentative step forward. "Though something tells me that's not what you're seeing."

It would certainly explain why she's craning her neck at nothing.
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[personal profile] thebioticwoman 2017-04-30 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing personal, buddy. You're just no Sovereign.

"Yeah, not exactly." Shepard can't quite stop herself from taking an involuntary half-step back as Garrus moves towards her. Damn, that thing is unsettling.
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[personal profile] calibrates_big_guns 2017-04-30 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Do I even ask?"

It hasn't even occurred to him that she could be seeing a turian. Why would it, considering how long they've been working together and how many turians she works with on daily basis. It's so ludicrous he'd never even consider it.
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[personal profile] thebioticwoman 2017-04-30 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh."

Shepard hesitates for an uncharacteristically indecisive moment. She won't lie to her friends...but the truth is just awkward.

Sigh.

"During the First Contact War, we didn't really know anything about turians, and the media went nuts with scare stories based on what they could get past the military info blackout. I was four and really good at bypassing the parental controls on the vid terminal, and you know how little kids blow things out of proportion...."
Edited 2017-04-30 06:14 (UTC)
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[personal profile] calibrates_big_guns 2017-04-30 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
He stares at her, blankly. His mandibles shift slightly.

"You're not serious, are you ...?" His knee-jerk reaction is to say that she's screwing with him, but there's nothing in her voice or her face to support that.

She was actually terrified of turians.

His mandibles draw up slightly - a gesture Shepard's been around him long enough to recognize as a wry, trying-not-to-laugh grin. Commander Shepard, the reaper killing Spectre who can just shrug off being dead, and apparently his awkward ass is the thing that goes bump in the night for her.

...

That came out wrong, but you get the point.

"Really?"
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[personal profile] thebioticwoman 2017-04-30 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I was four, Garrus." She sighs again in disgust and pinches the bridge of her nose. "I'd forgotten about the nightmares until just now."

Not that Shepard minds being the butt of the joke--she hasn't yet spaced anyone for comments about what she calls dancing, for example--but the lifetime of teasing she's just earned herself isn't the thing causing her bad mood.

"I could have killed you." Appreciative of Garrus's talents though she is, Shepard won't pretend a fight between the two of them ends any other way.
Edited (new updated less shitty tag) 2017-05-13 04:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2017-05-01 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
She called vague information being planted in your head a briefing, and it's a pretty good joke in his book. The Chief walks as he speaks.

"There are alternate realities," he says. "A powerful being is recruiting people to stop a worse one from consuming all of them."

He's flat and factual, like this is a thing people accept every day with no problem.

"This was a training exercise."

Well, so they think.
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[personal profile] thebioticwoman 2017-05-02 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Shepard's just a barrel of laughs.

Matching the Chief's strides bears a strong resemblance to keeping up with a turian, but the similarity doesn't extend much past the height. He looks like he could snap one of the lanky aliens over his knee without thinking about it.

"Oh, is that all?" Though her voice is very dry, after the last few years, Shepard's willingness to accept the impossible has hit a high water mark. "Don't suppose anyone cleared it with my chain of command first."
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[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2017-05-05 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Oh good, she's taking it well. That makes his life simpler. The Chief's never been good for long explanations.

"If they did, mine will feel left out."

Excuse us, UNSC, can we borrow a Spartan? It's important, we promise. That would go over well.

They're interrupted by reaching their destination. A Titanian flags the Chief down as they approach the hospital tents that have been put up. He hands the generator off to two of them. Even the hastily-deployed emergency equipment that's out here is head and shoulders above what the Chief's used to, but it still hasn't done anyone a bit of good without power. In no time, lights are up and the worse injured are receiving much-needed care that wasn't possible without the machines.

Good.
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[personal profile] thebioticwoman 2017-05-05 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
How did he know the letter she's going to write after endgame?

Shepard lets the conversation die, or at least fall unconscious for a bit while she watches the crew set up the generator, a half-intent, half-puzzled expression on her face. The Titanians need to have sophisticated technology to live as they do, pushing aside the moon's toxic atmosphere and taming its flammable hydrocarbon seas, but everything about their gear looks primitive, not an omni-tool or a VI in sight.

She can ask about it later. Bad form to leave your NCOs hanging, even when they're not strictly your NCOs.

"I just love being AWOL." True, the Illusive Man's bottomless pockets and limited oversight had made operations fast and simple, but she prefers when the greater good doesn't require her to work with terrorists while legitimate governments are too busy pretending nothing at all could possibly be wrong. Shepard gives the Chief a sidelong glance and a wry half-smile. "At least this'll net me a psych discharge instead of prison."
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Rome | Hetalia

[personal profile] aburbecondita 2017-05-11 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
A - Not Quite From Under The Bed

Rome has fought wars. Rome has faced down armies, and beasts, and the terror of the wild sea. Rome is old and strong, scarred and burnished and pitted as a weathered blade and just as carefully honed.

And Rome is currently hiding around the corner of a building, trembling like a leaf and gritting his teeth in humiliated terror as yet another spirit of the restless dead glides past, hollow-eyed and sighing like a mournful wind. He's already looted through three buildings. He can't find beans anywhere, and the usual signs to warn them off just aren't working, and neither breastplate nor gladius is much good against the voiceless dead. He's turned to peek around the corner when a soft, too-large hand settles on his hair, and his blood goes still as a sweet, sibilant voice croons.

"Oh, don't be frightened, little one."

There is a massive woman inclined over him, as high over him as a mother might be over a child, and even twisted beyond kindness there is something eerily beautiful in her features. But her eyes are viper-yellow and pitiless, her face stretched and hungry, and her limbs shimmer with a fish-scale opalescence. She smiles, and her teeth are sharp, numberless white thorns set in black gums.

He screams and bolts for the street, ghosts or no ghosts, the lamia screeching with laughter and loping after him.


C - The Punchline Isn't Phallic. Probably.

Rome isn't bothering with the looters, as much. Looting feels like an inevitability at this point - he's never seen a crisis without it, himself. What's more important is the evacuation effort, where he's shepherding along lines of frustrated, despairing, enraged citizens into safe zones or transports. The concept of telepathy is still a fuzzy one, but he knows and fears water enough to recognize that a drowning man can drag you to both of your deaths. And intuition is telling him that this is the same, that keeping his head in the air is the only thing that will bring all of them through this alive. It's definitely is the only thing that keeps him moving the crowds along with a blithe and immovable smile, as well as a steady stream of jokes that range from merely inane to utterly filthy, babbled out in cheerful stream of consciousness as he files people into a shelter.

"All right! So there's a barber and a bald man - I'm not sure what he does, it's not important, he's just bald. Oh! And they're travelling with this professor, who is just clueless, right? You know the type. Anyway-"


E - Another Day Another Ruined City

With the immediate attack over, Rome's turned himself to searching. It's less active than he likes, and certainly, these are not his people. But he's defended them, fought alongside some of them even, and that makes them fellows enough to find their wounded and dead. After being hounded and terrified by spirits earlier, he's none too eager to leave more without recognition or rites on this world. And gods willing, maybe he'll even find someone alive.

He's still as strong as ever, at least, and he wedges his shoulder under a fallen section of wall, grunting in effort as he lifts it up enough to peer under. The area beneath is deeper than he'd imagined, and he glances back at the first passerby, jerking his head in greeting. "Hey! You there! Do you have a light?"
Edited 2017-05-11 06:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] thebioticwoman 2017-05-11 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Like all good protagonists, Shepard runs towards the sound of screaming, rounding a corner at a sprint--and bouncing off a Roman legionnaire headed in the other direction, her hands scrabbling across steel and leather in a reflexive attempt to keep both of them on their feet.

She can ask him about the cosplay later. It's a good reproduction; most people would use plastic rather than carry the extra weight. In the meantime...

"The hell is that?" she asks, a hand on one of the man's shoulders as she squints over the other one at the approaching monster. It sure looks like a giant creepy woman with bad intentions, and Shepard wants whatever information she needs to kill it.
Edited (not a p-a edit; caught a stupid typo a million years later) 2017-05-13 04:50 (UTC)
calibrates_big_guns: (really?)

[personal profile] calibrates_big_guns 2017-05-13 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"You could have," He agrees, because he's under no illusions as to who would win that fight. If he was 200 meters away and he had the drop on her that would be a different story, but up close? Judging by the hint of uneasiness in his voice, he didn't like those odds.

"But you didn't," He finishes, sounding confident and maybe just a little bit relieved. "Maybe it came a little closer than either of us would have liked, but no harm done."
Edited 2017-05-24 06:21 (UTC)
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Matt Holt | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[personal profile] tookashirototheknee 2017-05-17 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
C

This isn't good. People are running around, there's chaos going on, and Matt's not sure which way's up at the moment. He's backed himself against a wall, curled up in on himself, and shaking. He's back in the Arena, he's back in prison, and they're coming for him.

Anyone who approaches him, he'll pull back, a bit frantic and wide-eyed, looking like he's about to take off running.

D

This is not how Matt ever thought he'd spend an afternoon. He thought that he'd be engaging in a bit of urban exploration to clear his head. What he found was an abandoned mall that looked like something out of a zombie movie or a creepypasta. It was great at first, there were some fantastic signs, some interesting printed materials in a language that he didn't recognize, and a spectacular broken glass ceiling.

But then it all went to hell. He goes into a former clothing store to look at what he was pretty certain was a tank top with three arm holes, and he stopped, feeling like someone or something was watching him. Turning around a few times, and glancing behind the racks, there was nothing, but he got out of there before anything could happen.

Once he got out of the shop, he happened to notice a handbill plastered on a wall beside the shop. It informed him about some dangerous creatures masquerading as ordinary objects. Well, this could get interesting. He grabs a metal pole, holding it in front of him like a staff, and takes off to another store. Might as well take on a few crazy creatures while he's here.
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2017-05-17 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Pidge's feelings, as she rounds the corner to deal with the possibility of an attack, are...incredibly mixed.

On the one hand, it's her big brother. It's Matt. She'd know him anywhere. The brother who was taken away from her by a genocidal alien dictator. Who she wasn't even sure was still alive until this point. She wants to run up and throw her arms around him and drag him back to Legion World so he can recover.

On the other hand, she's seen this before. In Shiro's occasional panic attacks, in Wash's eyes when she accidentally set him off. A lot has happened to Matt and he's never been a fighter. Running right up to him out of the blue would probably hurt more than help.

On the, um, third hand?

They have absolutely no time for this. Either he gets trampled or he dies in another attack. Those are the two options and neither one are acceptable. Ultimately, in those few seconds she has to think about it, her practicality wins out.

"Matt!" She shouts, grabbing his wrist as she runs up to him, "we have to go!"
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[personal profile] tookashirototheknee 2017-05-17 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
This is new. Never in any of his panics has he ever actually seen things. He instinctively cringes back from the touch, eyes widening. It's Katie's voice, one that he'd know anywhere. But this small person in front of him looks oddly different than his beloved sister in a way he can't put his finger on.

Matt himself is much thinner than she would have ever seen him, more withdrawn, and much more haunted. He tries to pull his hand away, instinctively.

"Katie?" He swallows. "Am I hallucinating?"
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2017-05-17 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Matt, you're fine," Pidge's new goal is to get Matt to go with her in any way possible. She takes note of his appearance while trying, but not succeeding, to do so dispassionately. She should be all business right now, but she can't stop the tears from forming in her eyes.

"It's me...it's Katie. I'm here, OK?"
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[personal profile] tookashirototheknee 2017-05-17 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"You should be at home with Mom. What're you doing here?" Even in his panic and worry, he still fusses at his little sister.

A bit awkwardly, he reaches out for her hand. "It's really you? Promise?" He's taking shaky breaths, calming a bit. There has been so much in the past months that's improbable at best, impossible at worst that his sister in this strange place is starting to not even rank.

"... I've missed you so much."
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2017-05-17 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
She reaches for his hand in turn, and grips it with a strength she absolutely did not posses the last time she saw him. She's actively holding back tears now, sniffling a little bit.

"I promise. It's...a long story. A very long story, but I'm here. I promised I find you and I have. You-"

And what good does that do if he never recovers from the hell he's been through?

She's had enough experience to know when a thought isn't their own. The shock of seeing Matt there knocked her out of the reach of whoever's been launching psychic attacks, but it's wearing off and they're regrouping.

"Matt, we have to go now! There's a place you'll be safe, I can explain on the way, but we can't stay here!"

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