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days of future grim
cliche tropey marvel au nonsense. loosely based on xi's grimdark. stubble and scars. au info who's who visual cues ic posts only |
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Apr. 19th, 2014 10:37 amlavidate_ensenaraHe wakes up and the overpowering smell of antiseptic is strong enough to reach down his throat and choke him. He only clenches his jaw against the nauseating stench and tries not to gag. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room - hospital room, cell? He can't remember. A gray fog has penetrated his memories and all he can remember is gunfire, screams, blood...doctors...the whirling mechanical sound of something close to his eyes...pain, more pain...
...stop, please stop...stopstopSTOP...
"It won't take. Not with his power being what they are..."
"Try something else. The last thing you need is a malfunctioning weapon on your hands."
He winces, as if physically trying to avoid the blurry memory. For some reason, he is not surprised to find that he is restrained. The metal cuffs chafe his wrists and forearms, and he doesn't have the energy to do much more than tiredly slump back against the wall. His head hurts, and he's not sure how much of it is from whatever concussive blast knocked him out in the first place or the twinges of his power making itself known in this unfamiliar location.
Was it like this before? How much time has passed? A day? A week? Years?
He is about to close his eyes again, fall back into the relative calm of unconsciousness when a glint of gold catches his eye. For a moment, he thinks he is just seeing things, a fragment of memory or insanity tugging at the edge of his thoughts. He doesn't dare give thought to it, lest it be untrue. He only quietly turns his attention to the other person in the room, frowning unsteadily at him.
And waits.
...stop, please stop...stopstopSTOP...
"It won't take. Not with his power being what they are..."
"Try something else. The last thing you need is a malfunctioning weapon on your hands."
He winces, as if physically trying to avoid the blurry memory. For some reason, he is not surprised to find that he is restrained. The metal cuffs chafe his wrists and forearms, and he doesn't have the energy to do much more than tiredly slump back against the wall. His head hurts, and he's not sure how much of it is from whatever concussive blast knocked him out in the first place or the twinges of his power making itself known in this unfamiliar location.
Was it like this before? How much time has passed? A day? A week? Years?
He is about to close his eyes again, fall back into the relative calm of unconsciousness when a glint of gold catches his eye. For a moment, he thinks he is just seeing things, a fragment of memory or insanity tugging at the edge of his thoughts. He doesn't dare give thought to it, lest it be untrue. He only quietly turns his attention to the other person in the room, frowning unsteadily at him.
And waits.
scenario one: assault on grimsville!
Apr. 18th, 2014 06:49 pmsomerset
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> scenario ONE. crassus and his army are on the move. and he has set his sights on the city of grimsville. which just so happens to be the current mutant rebel hq.
what a coincidence. it's almost as if he knew. first is the bombing run: sentient airships called "Raiders" forged by crassus's multimillion dollar weapons development team. they rain fire on the city below: crassus wants to rattle the rebels below, instil the fear of god in to their barbaric little minds. a moment's peace in between, and then: second is the ground assault. third is the worst attack yet. not because of firepower, or weight of numbers - worst simply because these are the defected and captured mutants enslaved by their microchips and forced to turn on their own kind. human commanders stand amongst them, directing their efforts and ensuring no quarter is given. rebels? you've got a real fight on your hands here. good luck. you'll need it. |
> ooc. yeah you bet i just put bsg in this au. as if i was ever gonna let an au pass without manhandling jamie bamber in to it somehow. tldr: cylons are now a thing, nobody knows the 12 models, raiders gonna raid.
feel free to pick a time in the above scenario to play. chronology is for losers. |
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grimnotdarkI need individual status reports: your current engagements, capabilities, distance from base.
Reply by 2300h.
Reply by 2300h.
- E.
( it's a shared group message available to anyone and everyone that's a. a free mutant, b. an ally of theirs, or c. awesome enough at hacking to get through the codes :'| feel free to talk amongst yourselves/threadjack/etc )
OOC: info!
Apr. 13th, 2014 08:15 pmgrimnotdarkTHE STORY WAS THIS
mutants are a thing, they have been for years. superheroes, supervillains, quirky little boarding schools dedicated to raising mutant kids in safety - these are all also things. unfortunately, the current President of the United States capitalised on a whole decade of highly volatile (and often violent) anti-mutant feeling with an unforgiving pro-human stance. his - and his private army's - view is that mutants are lesser creatures, abominations and barbarians, that are pretty much only good for being enslaved. WHAT A NICE GUY. President Marcus Crassus also happens to be the richest man in America and CEO of Romans, Inc, a giant multinational corporation with its own huge private army that just so happens to be the sole manufacturer of gross emotion-suppressing robot brain implants. YEAH.
now, America is a totalitarian dictatorship under the rule of President Crassus and his army. any free mutant who takes a stand against his rule faces being hunted down and arrested and experimented on or some shit until they agree to take the implant and join Crassus's side. as well as his army of run-of-the-mill normal human soldiers, any mutants who take the implant are assigned in to his own private hitsquad used to track down the renegade mutants still on the loose.
everything is grim and dark and for some reason cities are more like wastelands as Crassus ransacks his way through America on the search for renegade mutants. fullscale riots and clashes between Crassus's soldiers and rebellious mutants happen a lot! there are a bunch of abandoned buildings and cool burnt-out warehouses are everywhere. it's just really grim and dark, you guys.
AU of an AU
this is all loosely based on the What-If Wednesday from xi-rpg circa 2010. cr can be brought forward from the old version but this is essentially an au of that au so clean slates/do-evers are a thing. if you're a newcomer then don't sweat it - all you need to know is on this page. comment below with any questions!
SO WHO'S WHO?
comment below and stuff, go on
OOC: vis!!
Apr. 13th, 2014 08:00 pmgrimnotdarkSLAP IT IN THE COMMENTS BELOW