He defeated the confining aesthetic standards set by satin clothing, not Satan the Lord of Darkness. It's such a hard look to pull off when you've got the body of a 16 year old.
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Ursula Elwyn
Even as the familiarity of the Red City served to put her mind at ease, Ursula couldn't help but regret her decision to climb into the Nexus Projector and even engage in this entire project and debacle. She felt as if her stomach were still heaving up matter from her earlier panic. How embarrassing, to be hurling into a trash can for all to see. She felt that she didn't have to be reminded of how she very quietly flipped her lid for a short time.
Waking up in the Red City always felt as if she was pushing her way up from beneath the soil to arrive on the surface, in the streets or within a rundown building. Using this Nexus thing was different though, more like her consciousness was being swapped over into another body like a game cartridge. When she woke to artificial consciousness surrounded by the altered forms of the people she had just seen, she was almost shocked out of her oneiric skin. So different, so varied, some completely unrecognisable compared to before, some vaguely resembling their former selves.
She glanced down at herself to see that she was different as well. Ursula noted that she looked more like a cross between a monk, a belly-dancer and a runway model, with fabric that clung to her body like a second skin and showed off her curves like no one's business. She could see in the places where the fabric parted to expose some skin, she had gained geometric markings all over that looked and followed a very similar pattern to a piece of bismuth, multiple lines following the same direction and turning at 90 degree angles to cover more of her body. The dust and pebbles from the urban locale wafted and spiraled around her form as she stepped forward to look around. She felt... lesser... in a way. The scientist said things would be different, but she didn't think they'd be this different. What a strange new set of feelings these were.
Her trance was broken by the goatman screaming into the City, literally exploding from his place up on the building and further into the city. Aggressors were getting different, or so it seemed. She pointed toward where the creature WAS and attempted to push up a pair of glasses that weren't there. "I have the most terrible sinking feeling that we will see that again."
With a heavy step, placed in uniform fashion just as he was taught, Július walked in time with the escort he had been assigned upon boarding this new station. He hunched his shoulders and lowered his head beneath the arch of the various doorways he passed beneath, or at least as much as was dignified for a soldier of his standing. His height made him quite the imposing figure, standing at 7'8" and being built like a maximum security prison with legs, he looked like quite the titan as he marched through the halls towards his assigned destination.
From beneath a heavy brow, he slowly scanned the interior of the station, his eyes making a slow trip from the floor, to the passersby, to the wall and then back to the path in front of him. He gave no tells as to his current feelings on his surroundings or the personnel that he saw, merely resolving to keep his mouth shut and do what he was told to by the higher-ups. Like a good soldier, just as he had been taught. Július followed his escort in utter silence, very much enjoying the calm of being in a new locale.
Ducking under yet another doorway, Július felt the familiar sensation of being surrounded by metal and machines. It sort of felt like being back at the factory and in a way, it nagged at him that he didn't just stay there and continue with the work he had. His life could have been so much different if he had, but to think about it was folly and would bring questions that the trip to this station had made him far too tired to ponder on. For a moment, he felt the burns tingle as if someone where dangling small pins above his skin. With a grunt, he dismissed the phantom sensation, drawing a concerned look from his escort as he was left to enter the room in which he was to meet his CO.
With a face like chiselled stone, he entered and rose to his full, gargantuan height, looking to the other soldier, Heloise, and the combot in the room with a nod of acknowledgement before snapping into an orderly salute as his low voice rumbled into the empty space of the room. "First Sergeant Július Zdeno Bartolomej Rezník. Reporting, Sir."
From beneath a heavy brow, he slowly scanned the interior of the station, his eyes making a slow trip from the floor, to the passersby, to the wall and then back to the path in front of him. He gave no tells as to his current feelings on his surroundings or the personnel that he saw, merely resolving to keep his mouth shut and do what he was told to by the higher-ups. Like a good soldier, just as he had been taught. Július followed his escort in utter silence, very much enjoying the calm of being in a new locale.
Ducking under yet another doorway, Július felt the familiar sensation of being surrounded by metal and machines. It sort of felt like being back at the factory and in a way, it nagged at him that he didn't just stay there and continue with the work he had. His life could have been so much different if he had, but to think about it was folly and would bring questions that the trip to this station had made him far too tired to ponder on. For a moment, he felt the burns tingle as if someone where dangling small pins above his skin. With a grunt, he dismissed the phantom sensation, drawing a concerned look from his escort as he was left to enter the room in which he was to meet his CO.
With a face like chiselled stone, he entered and rose to his full, gargantuan height, looking to the other soldier, Heloise, and the combot in the room with a nod of acknowledgement before snapping into an orderly salute as his low voice rumbled into the empty space of the room. "First Sergeant Július Zdeno Bartolomej Rezník. Reporting, Sir."
I really like the twisting texture of the horns and the torn tails of the coat. Really nice.
The sandwich is the most versatile food group.
Clearly you nothing of the sacred art of the picnic.
Ursula Elwyn
With a slight jump, Ursula vaulted back to lucidity, suddenly very much aware of her surroundings and the sheer amount of people that had been packed into this cafeteria along with her. A quick push of her glasses allowed her to scan the surroundings and find that quite a few were dressed in similar scrubs to her. Black and red, with a large number 1 on the arm. Others were dressed in scrubs with the numbers 2 and 3 on them. Zoners? Nexus Projector? The severity of the invasion threat was not lost to her, but these words were flying right over her head entirely, leaving her to sit in her seat and softly mutter a drawn out 'uhhhhhhhhhhhh' to herself. She breathed in and out rapidly, beginning to sweat and panic once again as her glasses fogged up from her rising body heat. The mention of her family only served to accelerate this process, very nearly bringing her to weeping tears. Her family was being 'taken care of'? What was happening to them? What were they going to take care of? Is this some terrible organised bloodsport deal? Was she going to be released into the wilderness to be hunted as the most dangerous game? She felt sick. She felt her stomach lurching and moving erratically as her mind raced.
With a desperate leap, Ursula kept her head lower than the others around her and looked for the nearest trash receptacle. With a wet retch, she promptly voided her stomach of her previous meal and a small amount of her stomach acid. Her throat burned and stung as she slumped against the wall, managing to slur out in a quiet, pathetic tone, "Is my family dead? Are they dead?" Her voice was soft and shaking with panic. She was familiar with Aggressors, the red-skinned terrors that seemed to be spawned from her worst nightmares. She could play this game, if it meant her family would be safe. She stood slowly, ignorant of the looks of pity and disgust she was receiving.
And then she raised her hand.
"I submit myself. Just don't hurt my family. Please."
Erva scoffed at the passing woman, Ky, and debated drawing back an arrow to plant in her exposed buttock, but held back on it. Better to not interact with the daft woman at all than to incur both her and her allies wrath. She shoulders her bow once more, checking her arrows at her hip before searching around for the mice once again. Nowhere to be found. Sadly. She let out a short sigh before turning to the newly emerged Aian. The man caused them all that trouble on the road, along with those kids. She spoke, tone sounding gruff and annoyed. "Why bother, the woman is thicker than a block of wood in the worst way. Show-boating tramp."
Dodger's emergence from the inn made her push herself from the wall, finally someone had come to their senses and pulled themselves away from the suspicious hospitality of the innkeepers. "Are we finally going to get moving? This whole accepting free food thing is bad enough as it is."
Dodger's emergence from the inn made her push herself from the wall, finally someone had come to their senses and pulled themselves away from the suspicious hospitality of the innkeepers. "Are we finally going to get moving? This whole accepting free food thing is bad enough as it is."
I'm going to have to step out for a short while to do some work, but I'll be back right quick to post again in a couple hours.
With a feeling like pushing up through topsoil, Ursula sits up straight in the bed and inhales sharply, feeling her breath catch in her throat. A few moments of panicked hyperventilation served to bring oxygen into her system and wake her up fully. Her hands went to her face, wiping off the beading droplets of cold sweat from her cheeks and her forehead. She rubbed her eyes of sleep and blinked hard, immediately realising that she had slept with her glasses on again. They were all clouded up by perspiration and heat. A dumb thing to do, but she must have been tired last night. She was surprised that she could get into REM sleep at all, if her mind was so exhausted. She shook herself, hard. This was not the time to ponder on sleeping happenings.
Ursula's eyesight may not be the best there is, her bespectacled visage speaking volumes to that fact, but she knew without a doubt that she was not in her dorm room any more. Sterile, clean surroundings, steel furniture and a cold, uncaring atmosphere. And scratchy hospital sheets. Yep. Definitely a hospital. This place looked an awful lot like the general hospital where she went that one time Bobby Dewitt tried to ollie over her and ended up landing on and breaking a bone in her wrist. Ursula sucked in a swift breath as she remembered the crack that it made, her stomach roiling for an instant. She wished she had her board right now. Or her uke. Either would be great. Both would be even better.
Her little look around the room was shortly interrupted by the television roaring to life and blaring its message at an unusually high volume, after which it turned off and remained silent. Who was that scientist-looking dude? What did he mean 'remain calm'? Had she been kidnapped? Was she going to have to participate in some kind of sick survival games? Oh dear, Urs what have you gotten yourself into? The barrage of self-directed questions stopped when she realised she had phased out a bit, and needed to redirect her attention to the message. Uniform. Green line. Level B. No, Level C. Don't screw up Urs, this could be life or death.
The television cut out, going to black and leaving her alone in the room. She rose from the bed and stripped down to her undergarments, silently thankful that she had fallen asleep so carelessly and still had them on. She hopped over into the bathroom and picked up a uniform, squeezing into it quickly to escape the chill of the circulated hospital air. The fit was tight, but snug. Black and red, with a big number one right there on the arm. She walked back out into the bedroom and jumped when the door opened, breathing still ragged and quickened. Follow the green line, Level C. Don't delay or get distracted. Easy.
Questions still ran through her mind as she jogged on the green line, passing robots by without a second thought, following the line up the stairs and around corners until she reached a cafeteria. Only a few people were here just yet, and she was not prepared to get all buddy-buddy. She took a seat nearby but not right next to everyone else, scratching at the itches left behind by the sheets and mentally running through more questions. How did they get her out of her dorm room without someone noticing? Where exactly were they? Where was her phone? How did they know her size?
Ursula's eyesight may not be the best there is, her bespectacled visage speaking volumes to that fact, but she knew without a doubt that she was not in her dorm room any more. Sterile, clean surroundings, steel furniture and a cold, uncaring atmosphere. And scratchy hospital sheets. Yep. Definitely a hospital. This place looked an awful lot like the general hospital where she went that one time Bobby Dewitt tried to ollie over her and ended up landing on and breaking a bone in her wrist. Ursula sucked in a swift breath as she remembered the crack that it made, her stomach roiling for an instant. She wished she had her board right now. Or her uke. Either would be great. Both would be even better.
Her little look around the room was shortly interrupted by the television roaring to life and blaring its message at an unusually high volume, after which it turned off and remained silent. Who was that scientist-looking dude? What did he mean 'remain calm'? Had she been kidnapped? Was she going to have to participate in some kind of sick survival games? Oh dear, Urs what have you gotten yourself into? The barrage of self-directed questions stopped when she realised she had phased out a bit, and needed to redirect her attention to the message. Uniform. Green line. Level B. No, Level C. Don't screw up Urs, this could be life or death.
The television cut out, going to black and leaving her alone in the room. She rose from the bed and stripped down to her undergarments, silently thankful that she had fallen asleep so carelessly and still had them on. She hopped over into the bathroom and picked up a uniform, squeezing into it quickly to escape the chill of the circulated hospital air. The fit was tight, but snug. Black and red, with a big number one right there on the arm. She walked back out into the bedroom and jumped when the door opened, breathing still ragged and quickened. Follow the green line, Level C. Don't delay or get distracted. Easy.
Questions still ran through her mind as she jogged on the green line, passing robots by without a second thought, following the line up the stairs and around corners until she reached a cafeteria. Only a few people were here just yet, and she was not prepared to get all buddy-buddy. She took a seat nearby but not right next to everyone else, scratching at the itches left behind by the sheets and mentally running through more questions. How did they get her out of her dorm room without someone noticing? Where exactly were they? Where was her phone? How did they know her size?
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