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[Whatever you were doing before—well, you aren't anymore. A blink later, and each person will find themselves in a factory. The scene is a wreckage, though: corpses of adults littered about, amidst scattered raspberries. There are various tools to be found, pieces and rods of metal lying around.
Immediately, two things might strike them. First, they're child-sized? Jan is going to be banned for turning you all into children in an 18+ game, but everyone will find themselves to be about 9-13 years old.
Second, they are alone. No one else from the base seems to be around... mostly. A few familiar faces can be seen (except they're also child-sized now? huh), standing nearby; however, they might wish this wasn't the case.
A man's voice will echo, and they will know that they can't get out of the situation he has demanded:
I will let just one of you live. We'll take that one under our wing.
If you want to be that one, you'll have to prove yourself. Prove yourself even if you must cut off everyone else.]
Immediately, two things might strike them. First, they're child-sized? Jan is going to be banned for turning you all into children in an 18+ game, but everyone will find themselves to be about 9-13 years old.
Second, they are alone. No one else from the base seems to be around... mostly. A few familiar faces can be seen (except they're also child-sized now? huh), standing nearby; however, they might wish this wasn't the case.
A man's voice will echo, and they will know that they can't get out of the situation he has demanded:
I will let just one of you live. We'll take that one under our wing.
If you want to be that one, you'll have to prove yourself. Prove yourself even if you must cut off everyone else.]
[ Vlad blinks a few times, disoriented by...well, everything. What the hell is this echoing voice? Why are Douman and Meg children?
...why is he a child? He nearly stumbles as he takes a step, unused to these short legs as he is. ]
What on earth...?
...why is he a child? He nearly stumbles as he takes a step, unused to these short legs as he is. ]
What on earth...?
[This is where I sweat because how the fuck does one play Douman, I don't have Crystal's clown expertise.
But someone's gotta start killing, and I'm not going to make it poor Meg. Douman shrugs in a gesture that probably conveys, what can you do?—before he tries to punch Vlad in the face.
Meg, on the other hand, flees into a corner. Too bad they're locked inside with nowhere to run!]
But someone's gotta start killing, and I'm not going to make it poor Meg. Douman shrugs in a gesture that probably conveys, what can you do?—before he tries to punch Vlad in the face.
Meg, on the other hand, flees into a corner. Too bad they're locked inside with nowhere to run!]
[ the former is a pacifist, hilariously
anyway. it's not going to matter, though, because when gu yun blinks into this situation, he blinks into complete blackness.
because he sees nothing. the entire world around is black. there's no sound. there's nothing, just the pitch black void of a world that he wakes and sleeps to every day.
but, at thirteen years old, this is something that he's used to. it's been four years, now, and in those four years, he's learned. if he squints his eyes - if he looks, really forces himself to try, he can see faint outlines of human bodies. if he strains, forces, he can hear - scuffling. the sound of metal clanging, distant, muffled, faint. barely there.
at nine, his father threw him out to the courtyard and shoved a sword in his hand, put him in front of iron puppets - they never gave up. they never stopped fighting, no matter how exhausted gu yun was, no matter how much he roared at his father about it, i can't see!, it hadn't mattered. no gu will be a worthless child. the iron puppets fought, and fought, and now -
four years later, he's learned how to listen without hearing or seeing, at all.
he takes a step back where he's standing. there are two other people, neither one very big, roughly his size - he can feel the air moving when they step, swing - one punches the other. when he steps backwards, he can feel the floor vibrating under his feet when one hits the floor, like the belly of a great kite (there's machinery, here). there's a fight, right in front of him. he takes another step back, feels something touch his foot.
and the minute he does, gu yun sweeps down and grabs it, in his tiny, too calloused hand. he's always been a scrawny little thing, but the iron puppets don't care. they've never cared. they'll swing at you until you want to die. (either you will learn to stand up, or else find a place to hang yourself.)
the thing he found was a metal rod, of a decent enough size. it feels like a windslasher, but it's not warm enough to have any mechanism to it. that's fine. a dull one. he doesn't care. it will block, it will hit.
he doesn't know why he's fighting, right now, but gu yun's survival instinct digs in like iron nails and holds on for dear life - he lunges forward towards the first figure that's up (sorry, li feng!) and takes a terrifyingly powerful swing for a thirteen year old. ]
anyway. it's not going to matter, though, because when gu yun blinks into this situation, he blinks into complete blackness.
because he sees nothing. the entire world around is black. there's no sound. there's nothing, just the pitch black void of a world that he wakes and sleeps to every day.
but, at thirteen years old, this is something that he's used to. it's been four years, now, and in those four years, he's learned. if he squints his eyes - if he looks, really forces himself to try, he can see faint outlines of human bodies. if he strains, forces, he can hear - scuffling. the sound of metal clanging, distant, muffled, faint. barely there.
at nine, his father threw him out to the courtyard and shoved a sword in his hand, put him in front of iron puppets - they never gave up. they never stopped fighting, no matter how exhausted gu yun was, no matter how much he roared at his father about it, i can't see!, it hadn't mattered. no gu will be a worthless child. the iron puppets fought, and fought, and now -
four years later, he's learned how to listen without hearing or seeing, at all.
he takes a step back where he's standing. there are two other people, neither one very big, roughly his size - he can feel the air moving when they step, swing - one punches the other. when he steps backwards, he can feel the floor vibrating under his feet when one hits the floor, like the belly of a great kite (there's machinery, here). there's a fight, right in front of him. he takes another step back, feels something touch his foot.
and the minute he does, gu yun sweeps down and grabs it, in his tiny, too calloused hand. he's always been a scrawny little thing, but the iron puppets don't care. they've never cared. they'll swing at you until you want to die. (either you will learn to stand up, or else find a place to hang yourself.)
the thing he found was a metal rod, of a decent enough size. it feels like a windslasher, but it's not warm enough to have any mechanism to it. that's fine. a dull one. he doesn't care. it will block, it will hit.
he doesn't know why he's fighting, right now, but gu yun's survival instinct digs in like iron nails and holds on for dear life - he lunges forward towards the first figure that's up (sorry, li feng!) and takes a terrifyingly powerful swing for a thirteen year old. ]
[Hey, Sisi, what the heckie?
The blow connects with Li Feng's shoulder, as he lets out a cry of pain and stumbles back. Sasazuka, who is down but not out, takes this opportunity from his state on the ground to sweep at Li Feng's legs, knocking him to the floor.
Also, for poor blind Gu Yun's sake, Sasazuka also yells—]
Asshole!
[That's to Li Feng. Gu Yun is fine, except for the part where Sasazuka knows they're also enemies here.]
The blow connects with Li Feng's shoulder, as he lets out a cry of pain and stumbles back. Sasazuka, who is down but not out, takes this opportunity from his state on the ground to sweep at Li Feng's legs, knocking him to the floor.
Also, for poor blind Gu Yun's sake, Sasazuka also yells—]
Asshole!
[That's to Li Feng. Gu Yun is fine, except for the part where Sasazuka knows they're also enemies here.]
[((notes in writing that I'm cheating and making him 14 because jan is nice and said I could))
Haha!
Welp!
Even after months (days? years? no, it must be months, surely--), the Abyss is a mysterious place, and Childe wouldn't dream of claiming to understand every part of it. This doesn't look anything like what he's growing used to, but then, it wouldn't be the first time he's wandered somewhere he shouldn't go. Skirk encourages his curiosity, and hasn't let him die from it yet, so. If anything, this could be a test of hers. He doesn't recognize the man's voice, but that hardly means anything here.
The other boy--immediately, something's clearly different about him, that much Childe can tell. (Or maybe it's just the sight of human faces after so long without them.) But the girl is clearly fierce, brash, really, and he doesn't have time to ponder before he has to dive out of the way of her attack. Like this, with his memories of the base (and his near-decade of experience) robbed from him, he's unfamiliar with how Endorsi fights, but he's been learning. He's getting stronger. He can do this. He needs a weapon, though, something to use, he's been training--
--he scrambles to his feet, and dashes for the sharpest piece of metal he can find.]
Haha!
Welp!
Even after months (days? years? no, it must be months, surely--), the Abyss is a mysterious place, and Childe wouldn't dream of claiming to understand every part of it. This doesn't look anything like what he's growing used to, but then, it wouldn't be the first time he's wandered somewhere he shouldn't go. Skirk encourages his curiosity, and hasn't let him die from it yet, so. If anything, this could be a test of hers. He doesn't recognize the man's voice, but that hardly means anything here.
The other boy--immediately, something's clearly different about him, that much Childe can tell. (Or maybe it's just the sight of human faces after so long without them.) But the girl is clearly fierce, brash, really, and he doesn't have time to ponder before he has to dive out of the way of her attack. Like this, with his memories of the base (and his near-decade of experience) robbed from him, he's unfamiliar with how Endorsi fights, but he's been learning. He's getting stronger. He can do this. He needs a weapon, though, something to use, he's been training--
--he scrambles to his feet, and dashes for the sharpest piece of metal he can find.]
[Endori's unrelenting, apparently without remorse for what she has to do in order to survive—hoping to catch him off-guard before he can adjust to having a weapon now, she goes for Childe again, aiming to knee him in the crotch.
Zhongli isn't far from the scuffle, rod still in his hands, but he seems to still be evaluating the situation rather than jumping in.]
Zhongli isn't far from the scuffle, rod still in his hands, but he seems to still be evaluating the situation rather than jumping in.]
[ jan: they're children!
me, slowly pulling the pin out of the LORE GRENADE
thank goodness he can't hear that well, either! the cry of pain sounds like it's coming from thousands of li away - otherwise, he might have mistaken it for a-yan, which would've been a hundred times worse. however, he is not only blind, but deaf! cool.
the force of li feng hitting the ground sends another vibration through the floor. he'd hit the soft flesh of his shoulder, which was decidedly different than hitting the metal body of an iron puppet - there's give behind it, and it surprises him, enough that he almost stumbles, for a moment stunned. wait, what? what's happening? ]
me, slowly pulling the pin out of the LORE GRENADE
thank goodness he can't hear that well, either! the cry of pain sounds like it's coming from thousands of li away - otherwise, he might have mistaken it for a-yan, which would've been a hundred times worse. however, he is not only blind, but deaf! cool.
the force of li feng hitting the ground sends another vibration through the floor. he'd hit the soft flesh of his shoulder, which was decidedly different than hitting the metal body of an iron puppet - there's give behind it, and it surprises him, enough that he almost stumbles, for a moment stunned. wait, what? what's happening? ]
[ Primrose is 13 and has seen some shit already and while a part of her balks at just how uncouth and savage this is and how they seem to want all these children to fight, suddenly...
Well.
She can't let herself die. Not now. Not when those men still also live, and although she finds herself trembling, Primrose flings herself at Therion with all her strength, aiming to get that piece of metal first. ]
Well.
She can't let herself die. Not now. Not when those men still also live, and although she finds herself trembling, Primrose flings herself at Therion with all her strength, aiming to get that piece of metal first. ]
[The kick doesn't quite hit the mark, but it's close--close enough that it catches him in the abdomen instead, and he hasn't yet lost the instinct to cry out in pain. He has none of his future power here, no Vision, no Delusion, nothing more--nothing but a will to live, and an ever-growing ruthlessness, nurtured by his second, otherworldly home.
He hasn't made it this long for nothing.
So the kick takes him down, and he yells, hands scraping the floor as he falls. But the second his fingers brush a sharp scrap of metal, he grabs it tightly, uncaring of whether or not it cuts his fingers in the process. He rolls over quickly, and tries to drive it into Endorsi's shoulder.]
He hasn't made it this long for nothing.
So the kick takes him down, and he yells, hands scraping the floor as he falls. But the second his fingers brush a sharp scrap of metal, he grabs it tightly, uncaring of whether or not it cuts his fingers in the process. He rolls over quickly, and tries to drive it into Endorsi's shoulder.]
[Darn you two characters with almost identical stats, but Primrose manages to beat Therion to it. Never let it be said that he doesn't act quick, though, as he darts away from her to try and find something else.
Meanwhile, there's Tressa!]
Hey, guys, can we... not?
[There is no pacifist way out of this, unfortunately, but at least Tressa made kind of an attempt.]
Meanwhile, there's Tressa!]
Hey, guys, can we... not?
[There is no pacifist way out of this, unfortunately, but at least Tressa made kind of an attempt.]
[ Primrose casts her a quick glance and a frown. ]
... You'll die if you try to reason your way through this. [ And she says it softly, even if she leaves Tressa alone for now in lieu of getting a better grip on her piece of metal and dashing after Therion. ]
... You'll die if you try to reason your way through this. [ And she says it softly, even if she leaves Tressa alone for now in lieu of getting a better grip on her piece of metal and dashing after Therion. ]
[Therion doesn't manage to find anything that can be used as a decent weapon, but he does pick up a small, fallen crate—something that was probably used to package fruit once. It can't do any real damage, but still, he swings it at Primrose's face in hopes of catching her off-guard.
Reality dawning on her, Tressa slinks off to try and grab something as well.]
Reality dawning on her, Tressa slinks off to try and grab something as well.]
[ he will in fact be successful in doing that, because takeru is a tiny little twink, but gu yun weighs like forty pounds soaking wet at this age.
it hurts - pain radiates out from the back of his head like a blossom, and gu yun's remaining senses scream for it, but it's not the first time he's been knocked back by a combatant. he's been taken out cold by the iron puppets, and they kept beating him until he breathed again, maybe only powered by spite. with no vision to lose and adrenaline pumping, gu yun kicks into survival mode, and suddenly, he doesn't care about who he's fighting, and whoever is on him right now just gave him, unwittingly, a huge advantage.
he can feel everything, now.
size, weight, even the clothes he's wearing. suddenly, it's like he can see this combatant, and this combatant is not made of iron, is not unstoppable. he throws an elbow, slamming it into the first soft body part he can connect with to try and throw sasazuka back off of him, and then follows up a second later with the pipe. it whizzes through the air - he feels it move around him, feels sasazuka's reactions, and aims to slam it into the side of his head. ]
it hurts - pain radiates out from the back of his head like a blossom, and gu yun's remaining senses scream for it, but it's not the first time he's been knocked back by a combatant. he's been taken out cold by the iron puppets, and they kept beating him until he breathed again, maybe only powered by spite. with no vision to lose and adrenaline pumping, gu yun kicks into survival mode, and suddenly, he doesn't care about who he's fighting, and whoever is on him right now just gave him, unwittingly, a huge advantage.
he can feel everything, now.
size, weight, even the clothes he's wearing. suddenly, it's like he can see this combatant, and this combatant is not made of iron, is not unstoppable. he throws an elbow, slamming it into the first soft body part he can connect with to try and throw sasazuka back off of him, and then follows up a second later with the pipe. it whizzes through the air - he feels it move around him, feels sasazuka's reactions, and aims to slam it into the side of his head. ]
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[Endorsi lets out a cry of pain when the metal stabs into her shoulder, as she stumbles back—the real question now being whether Childe's yanking that metal out or leaving it there. Still, through adrenaline, she at least tries to scratch his face.]
[ Good job, Tressa. Primrose would be proud of you if she knew who you were.
Sadly, she's fairly positive she's never met either of these two in her thirteen years, and that makes it easier (or so she tells herself) as she brings an arm up to keep the box from conking her in the face.
And she may be a lady but she's still trying to kick this poor thief kid in the crotch so he doesn't swing it again immediately. ]
Sadly, she's fairly positive she's never met either of these two in her thirteen years, and that makes it easier (or so she tells herself) as she brings an arm up to keep the box from conking her in the face.
And she may be a lady but she's still trying to kick this poor thief kid in the crotch so he doesn't swing it again immediately. ]
[Gu Yun proving to everyone he's not a twink to be messed with!
The blow connects! Sasazuka goes down... and stays down. He's not moving. Is he dead? Maybe bash his head in again to make sure.
Gu Yun can't see it, but Li Feng is looking pretty terrified right now. Yikes! Yikes yikes yikes!]
The blow connects! Sasazuka goes down... and stays down. He's not moving. Is he dead? Maybe bash his head in again to make sure.
Gu Yun can't see it, but Li Feng is looking pretty terrified right now. Yikes! Yikes yikes yikes!]
[ The punch gets him right in the nose. He reels back, stunned, and once he gets his bearings back under him, he can feel blood dripping down his lip.
It seems to knock something loose in him--or perhaps knock something back into place? He may not have any idea what's going on, he may be stuck in a child's body (did he even have any muscle on his bones at this age--?), but Vlad Masters can fight. And he doesn't take a punch lying down.
He leaps forward at Douman with a retaliatory punch of his own. Eye for an eye, nose for a nose. ]
It seems to knock something loose in him--or perhaps knock something back into place? He may not have any idea what's going on, he may be stuck in a child's body (did he even have any muscle on his bones at this age--?), but Vlad Masters can fight. And he doesn't take a punch lying down.
He leaps forward at Douman with a retaliatory punch of his own. Eye for an eye, nose for a nose. ]
[ yeah he sure will bash his head in! with the kind of horrifying if i hit this person where the head is connected to the neck with enough force it will kill them accuracy you'd expect from the son of the old marquis! doesn't matter if he's blind. doesn't matter if he's deaf.
he's not going to let sasazuka get back up again. nothing personal! ]
he's not going to let sasazuka get back up again. nothing personal! ]
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