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I’m a dumb bitch…but I be knowing

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@petitmafioso

Mare Tranquillitatis perfumes, every where he steps - the pervasive reminder of flowers and trees and fruits and life as soon as he enters the commercial hub of Tranquility breaks his usual mask into a grimace.  Windmire was a sensory nightmare at times, even to him, when the rain mixed all the rot and gore in the streets or when attempts at crop-growing on poisoned soil were choked in fire.  The haze of dark magic and some almost-constant fog (or smoke, he wasn’t sure) welcomed him in Crises, practically fashioned from memories he could not claim to really have; but this place was worse than the plains of Hoshido.  At least there they could torch nature away, scar Hoshido’s boast of prosperity into warground.  Niles was little more than a tourist here, an obvious other as he piled out of the train compartment with the Rats.  No means or time for carnage - even if he was starting to get antsy about it.

He rode the train with some threat of nausea as it hurled him towards.. where ever he figured the last stop was, trying to take in as much of the situation as he could, albeit without logistics.  He cared little for how the train worked, how even his Holophone worked - as long as he could find a way to actually use it, Niles had absolutely no scientific curiosity for it all.  He had no intention of truly familiarizing himself with this place - places? - when he was eventually going to be leaving.  He was in Tranquility, specifically, just to grasp the scope of whatever this apparent continent was, see what it was like here.

Decidedly much different than Crises, off-putting enough to almost make him want to turn back and just dedicate time to that area.  But why waste the whole ordeal only to turn up empty handed, when his hands were so renowned for much more!

Niles figures there must be some kind of seedy tavern here, perhaps even populated by other prisoners if Tranquility was as liberal with freedoms as Crises.  Perhaps this was the main hub of the whole operation.  He stalks through the train station and the maze of marketplaces and cafes outside it, only very briefly put on edge at the bears he sees idling on by.  No bigger than a transformed Wolfskin, but still - they were bears.  Bears well minding their business, he quickly learns, so Niles does the same.

He avoids nature paths that seem marked for sight seeing, stays in town as much as he can until the path he walks is unclean, uneven, slowly being reclaimed by the life it’d been built into.  A bit away from the bustle of the city, and yet - a tavern, thank his intuition.  Light had only just started to dim in the early evening, but Niles reasons he could treat himself to the familiarity of darkness and alcohol first, just a bit.  He walks in to something sparsely populated with only other bears, on guard despite his confidence towards the bar where he orders whatever the barkeep “thinks he deserves”.  The quip falls flat on unfazed ears, but the bottle of brandy is just strong enough, so he’s contented.

As soon as he settles towards the back of the establishment, another patron shuffles in - one hard to miss, a scowl framed in flashy clothing.  Niles sneers above the lip of his drink, deems the stranger’s come from money despite himself, and waits for them to take their seat at the bar.  “A bit early to be so tense,” Niles offers a lazy smile when he sits next to the stranger and sets his bottle down with deft quietness, cheek coyly resting against the heel of his palm as he speaks.

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( HEY EVERYONE sorry i was outta town for the weekend and forgot i wouldnt have any data... im still kinda bushed so ill probs be online tomorrow but i didnt die or anything and ill reply/finish my starters by then!!!! )

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Some things you do just to see how bad they’ll make you feel

Sometimes you try to freeze time till the slots are a blur of spinning wheels

But I am just a broken machine and I do things that I don’t really mean 

Long black night, morning frost

I’m still here, but all is lost

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@unterzee

Perhaps he should count himself lucky to experience any ghost of familiarity.  While just as gloomy as Nohr, this place (which he learned was called ”Crises”, hilariously) was still bathed in light, in its own way.  People practiced magic and some dark worship, albeit with rituals and rites to foreign powers.  The buildings and the streets looked nearly ripped from memory, and then others were so unfamiliar they made his head spin to look at.  It was so close to being almost like Windmire that it made him feel alienated further; it felt like a joke tailored specifically for him.  Perhaps he was dead (as he should be, as he should’ve all those years ago) and the Dusk Dragon he’d never believed in had embraced him in eternal damnation or something.  He wasn’t actually sure what the damn dragon did, never one to read up on religion.  It would explain a lot though, it’d even put him at ease - because, surely, Niles would die no other way than in trading his life for Leo’s, so at least his life had culminated with his only desire.

He doubts that, though.  He was given too much to be living in torture; and when he bruises his legs black it still hurts as it would if he were alive.  Fantastical circumstance though it was, Niles felt himself still very much alive, unfortunately, and well away from home.  Death was still only a pleasant thought.

He had found some peace, however, with the animals of this place.  Even though Crises had no sick and starving dropping like flies in the street, trust Niles to find himself in company with the ugly.  Rats had been his first friends, and he’d be lying to say it wasn’t almost heartwarming to see the occasional “pest” scurry next to him where ever he was.  And the real ‘denizens’ of this world - another crude allusion, to the shapeshifting Wolfskin - he’d seen walking outside the streets were a bit of a shock on his first excursion out, but now he was well used to seeing them. 

“Sorry, kids,” he lifts the lid of the transparent container he’s holding (another tool lifted from his building’s kitchen) and speaks to the two tiny rats shifting nervously inside.  “You aren’t the first vermin I know to be left for dead, if that’s consolation.”  Niles sighs and closes the container again, exiting the decrepit house he had found them in to the dying lawn before it.  He’d looked all around the immediate alleyways and empty homes of his living complex, could still see the building from where he stood, but no luck.  Shame about the mother, though his priorities instantly switch to having to decide if he wants to put them out of their misery now or leave them to starve.  Better to get it over with quickly, he reasons.  As if he’d ever will himself to bring unnecessary suffering to innocent animals.

Niles pops the lid but before he can take them out of the container, his senses clue him in on the click of boots down the street - only disturbed when he hears them stop.  Niles brings his attention up to the street, frowning.  “What.” He sneers, preemptively annoyed; this wouldn’t be the first person to possibly chide him for mercy killing an animal.  “They’re already dead without the mother.”

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Niles struggles some, still, to figure out what his Holophone is and how to actually use it, or even if it was right to do so.  But judging by the occasional message he’d get from people asking truly inane questions he figured that, if this was some kind of trap in the long run, he deserved to fall for it if he was constantly entertaining these people.  If they were people.  It unnerved him not to have face-to-face communication, or through letters, and honestly just staring at the screen for too long gave him an immense headache.

But maybe he could have some fun.  Gods know he’s bored.

TO: Kazuma Kiryu FROM: Niles

[msg] fur like an animal.? [msg] i knew people who could turn into animals [msg] wolves [msg] do you have a wild side, stud? [msg] ;)

It’s unfortunate but this new phone of his is unfortunately too advanced for Kiryu to grasp, he’s been trying to get used to it a little bit by the day but he’s still. Lost. For lack of a better word. And on top of that its been getting a bombardment of texts and he simply can’t keep up.

Or find the internet to answer the question he’s had for days.

He can however, find the text function and without a second thought lets his text fly in the way only a 44 year old man can manage:

To: All Contacts

From: Kazuma Kiryu

[msg] What’s a “fursona”? [msg] are “fursona"s one of those new hip kid things

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hey winners im at orientation but i figured i should put a starter call sooner than later.. and work out a better time than being online during the witching hour exclusively so ill try to get them all down TONITE

capping at 3 but any fremblems are exempted in the count :> niles’ app is here and i promise hes chilled a bit now!!!!

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killvlame‌:

Travis was only becoming increasingly frustrated with his situation; basically stranded on an unfamiliar setting, vulnerable and unaware of his surroundings with no real methods of defense, not to mention his mercurial personality, it’s inevitable that he’d wind up sulking and wandering about. After about three minutes of steadying himself on the train platform (he swears there’s a serious change in atmosphere compared to Sea Of Tranquility, though this claim is him more likely than not trying to overcompensate for being a weenie, so take it with a grain of salt) He carries forward, looking for any sign of life. Any normal human would have thought to stay away from the biome with the haunting, solemn atmosphere, or to at least save it for last, but Travis was probably the least normal person on Earth. 

He’s only about halfway down one of the many crooked and threatening roads before he has his shoulder slammed into by what felt like a man on his way to the nearest vigil, both in tenor and actual mannerisms.

“Hey chump, you almost knocked me flat on my ass! Where’s the damn fire?”

In his early days under Leo’s retinue, there’d been rumors about him - and how could there not be, really?  It was something he’d expected and reveled in, one of his favourites being his apparently “frightening tenacity” for a child.  Especially where it concerned Leo.  He considered his one track mind for Leo’s safety above all to be one of his few positive traits, at least where it concerned being a good retainer, especially if his dissassociative cruelty tended to put others in unease.  Equally cruel things to say about a child processing trauma, he was sure, but who was Niles if not ever a man of opportunity and optimism?

When he bumps into this stranger (and gods, what a stranger, practically alien) he presses on undisturbed, briefly.  But Niles quickly realizes he has no goal or plan of attack other than to simply move and see what he can find before it kills him.  He clenches his jaw again and then almost immediately expels any visible tension in his body, still half-turned away from the man when he looks over his shoulder.  Best to keep the knife out of view for now, though he certainly intends to use it.  There were two ways to get information out of people, and Niles barely has the humour to sneer much obscenity as it is.  Men were quick to finish, usually, but torture is much easier to get into character for; a better distraction for a mind sick with nerves.  He has no time for prolonged banter or provocations though, not with Leo’s (even Odin’s, even anyone’s) whereabouts unknown to him.

"My sincerest apologies, sir,” he practically sings through teeth he has to mindfully unclench, holding up his free hand and twirling the blade in the other, tucks the handle under his sleeve so it lies flat against his palm.  Niles turns around then, wolfish smirk and all.  “You’re a new face.  You can come back to mine and knock my ass all you like.”

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Niles wakes peacefully on his side under warm sheets, rested and comfortable - and his better judgement is quick to snap him to form and realize how absurd that is.

There’s a sick drop in his stomach as he immediately scrambles out of something barely larger than a retainer’s cot, jaw squared shut in apprehension.  He steels himself, eye darting around the unfamiliar for a bow he already knows surely isn’t there, finds he’s much more disturbed than he imagined he’d ever be.  Attempts on his life were nothing new, especially coming off the war, especially in the subjugation of Hoshido that followed; he’d lived through the unforgiving life of a slum kid and retainer to Nohrian royalty.  Niles well expected an assassination or kidnapping, and frustration briefly boils away any panic; how had this happened to him, of all people?  And if he was here, where was Odin?  Where was lord Leo (was he safe; was he here; how could he fail him now)?  He was alone in where ever this was, and it certainly looked like neither a Nohrian nor Hoshidan prison.

Niles stands in rigid silence for another minute, confusion bleeding to irritation again.  Whoever his captors were, they were either insultingly overconfident or negligent to simply leave him to his devices for so long - a bit of an insult either way.  He allows his muscles to relax and wills himself to actually walk around his supposed cell, unsettling pristine and barren all the same.  Niles grinds his teeth, disgusted at the preparedness of it all; did they mean to taunt him with niceties, like some pet to observe before he was fattened up and gutted?  He runs a finger absently along the edge of “his” wooden desk - most of these amenities he recognizes, in principle, barring the foreign materials they’re clearly made of.  The odd one out among all he can see is a small, rectangular instrument seemingly made of.. glass?  He assumes glass.  He also assumes it best not to touch the damn thing, considering it’s obviously inviting placement at the perfect center of the desk.

Niles doesn’t think they’d be dumb enough to leave his cell unlocked, but - when he tries for humor’s sake, it opens with no resistance.  And he’s dumbfounded.  On his guard again, but stunned at whatever game he may or may not be playing.

He wastes no time in slinking through the hall, taking in as much information as he can, interest piqued when he passes a door marked “Kitchen”.  It’s alarming that whatever’s written is a language he can read, despite how little anything reminds him of Nohr, but he presses his ear to the door and focuses for sound all the same.  He opens the door to expected emptiness, blazing through drawers and cabinets (which he has enough mind to close) for knives until he finds one small enough to tuck under the strap of his chest guard.

Leaving the prison (building?) itself is just as unnervingly simple; the trip from the staircase to the lobby is a quick sprint, and the door again has no give.  Niles tries not to grimace when he leaves, steps immediately into the red glare of the sun above him, and allows himself to break a bit at that.  “Gods.  You have to be joking,” he groans, pressing the heel of his palm into his right eye.  Well.  He clearly isn’t in Nohr.  Niles unsheathes the knife, if just to have his grip dig into something, and turns down the street to go anywhere.

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hey! on prior reserve, this is pip, with niles from fire emblem: fates :3 you can find the app under /app!

Welcome to the Ark, Niles! You will be housed in the Palilicium, second floor.

You are assigned the rank New Moon. You also receive a holophone, train pass, and 50 Moon Points.

Your bow and arrows will be taken away for safekeeping. Now you’ll have to torture the old fashioned way!

Please be sure to update your app with any powers that have been retained, nerfed, or removed for the time being.