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quietplacelogs2018-03-26 07:21 pm
bequiet) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-03-26 07:21 pm
MOD LOG #3
MOD LOG #3
Arriving in style
Content Warnings: Fighting, death, violence
Themes: Survival, plot
It's early in the day when it happens. The red dust that seems to be everywhere sweeps through the city streets, mixing with the steady patter of rain and making it hard to see and breathe. All red and leaving the taste of copper if inhaled, what could have been an easy day without any trouble quickly becomes anything but. While those in the community are heading for cover or finding ways to continue on through it, the new arrivals begin waking up in different cities all over the world. There won't be anyone to greet them, and leaving the room through the door is their choice - after doing so, they'll immediately step out into the city they were assigned. The streets are empty, houses abandoned, everything crumbling and in ruins. There will be signs noting their location, which they'll catch a glimpse of before a sharp push forward causes darkness to engulf them.
Waking up for the second time, in Reims but not in the Reset Room, they'll come to inside the red dust as it whips through the streets of the community. They won't be alone for long. Another person will be waking up beside them, and after a few moments of disorientation, try to attack. They might have weapons or use their hands, and they will not stop until they've taken a fatal blow. Their blood is dust, and they, along with their weapons, disintegrate after they've died. Can you stop them on your own? Will someone come to your aid?
The Sight of Lightning
Content Warnings: Poison, sex
Themes: Survival, plot
The day after the storm, the same red dust will find its way through Reims and come into contact with every person. Since the dust is everywhere, some might not notice that it's floating through the community and know that something is off. The effects don't begin until night fall, where everyone will feel the desire to seek out companionship of many different kinds. Though it is not always the case, the people that saw each other in color will "want" to be with that person more strongly than they might already, and will be more likely to confess or do something about it. Some might feel an intense need to be around another person, though not necessarily sexually - almost as if they need that person around them to be happy or content. For some, it might be a desire that can only be fulfilled by more than one person.
The effects wear off the next time the person gets wet. This can be a splash of water across the face or fully submerged. Or even drinking something.
OOC
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He gets around....
Great. Exactly what I need. [He finally pours himself a glass though he's feeling an headache come on. Bucky, Jessica, Frank, Kilgrave, the list is getting longer.] I'm guessing you didn't get his username. What'd he tell you anyway? I don't think I ever told you who I am.
[Didn't seem relevant?]
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matt1511.
...Let's see, ya own an influential company, you're dealin' with interplanetary security[ SOUNDED LIKE ALIEN BULLSHIT ], and you're part of the Avengers.
[ At Tony's last comment, he only shrugged. ]
I never told ya anything about myself, either -- so we're even.
[ Were even? Whatever. Point was, some people didn't like to talk about themselves, and that was fine with Majima. ]
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Well now I have to know. You can't just leave me in the dark like that. What's the story, Majima?
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But Tony didn't strike him as a narc, so it was only fair? Probably. Majima took a brief drink of his glass. ]
Figured ya already knew. I'm ex-yakuza. Used to be what you'd call an enforcer with the Shimano family in Tokyo.
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[He could make this conversation worse. But yakuza, hunh... It's funny because he fights crime and Majima is former crime. Okay, not really. Not even F.R.I.D.A.Y. would think that was funny (especially not F.R.I.D.A.Y.). There's the obvious: there's probably some bad news shit he doesn't want to know about there. But when has Tony ever let that deter him?
Besides. He can (traumatically, with survivor's guilt) assure his body count is higher than Majima's. He's not exactly sitting in a place to be judging from. So:]
How do you get into that line of work? Seems...involved.
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Whattaya wanna know that for? Shit's boring.
[ He’d still answer, though. It was common enough knowledge in Japan. ]
The Tojo ain't like gangs in the States. More or less got an agreement with the police -- even got a big, fancy headquarters building, and family offices right out in the open. Any punk off the street can join some no-name branch family if they got the disposition.
But once ya get in, it's a lot harder to get back out.
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[It's half a statement, half a question. Why does he get the feeling Majima was more than a low level punk? Probably it's the way he talks like this is just business. An old veteran.]
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[ The emphasis was subtle, but there. By now, Majima was far enough from it that he was past the immediate, snarling rage... but it wasn't exactly a happy memory, either. The question was what Tony was actually after. Majima doubted it was just good old friendly curiosity; people rarely wanted to discuss the business over light cocktails. Maybe he wanted to know what sort of criminal Majima was.
Or maybe Tony was more of a criminal than he let on.
Majima tilted his glass in the light, examining the fluid inside. ]
So lemme ask you somethin'. What's loyalty mean to you?
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A computer program I created.
[Yeah. He's got issues. Whatever. Everyone does. He's just going to knock the glass back. How about they not talk about him or his feelings or any part of the Stark experience?]
If you want that story you're going to have to ask your tabloid buddy. So what's the meaning of loyalty in the yakuza world?
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All Majima had wanted to know was how much he'd spill about the circumstances under which he'd left -- should he be pressed on the issue. ]
Everything.
[ This time it was his turn to tip the glass up to his lips, savor the burning at the back of his throat. ]
Means everything.
[ Majima tested the feel of the words on his tongue, decided they still bore weight. ]
...Although a guy did call me a dinosaur before I got here. So I guess ya can take that with a grain of salt.
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[Mean. But he's just teasing. Mostly. Majima does have a bit of the same been there, done that vibe as Tony. For all Majima's like. Half his age. He'd say yakuza life must be rough, but in reality it wasn't until Afghanistan Tony started aging like he has. It's an experience thing, not a time one.
He folds his hands on the bar behind his glass. There's not anyone else he'd ask this question. Namely because they wouldn't get it.]
You miss it?
cw: violence
Some people got singing chops, some people like lookin’ after kids. Ain’t a lot of job opportunities for someone whose God-given talent is ruinin’ someone else's day.
[ Except that was simplifying things. Majima had everything that Shimano looked for in a subordinate – tenacity, ferocity, a keen understanding of where the line was, and a temperament cool enough to step back before he went too far. It had been a perfect fucking fit. ]
But with recent events, I guess I got some perspective. There's rules, but that just makes it easier. And you sure as shit don't gotta pussyfoot around if Mike from Accounting tries to cut ya at the water cooler.
Plus... there's nothing like a good fight.
[ Thinking back now, he’d been lying to himself on that front for years – or maybe just sleepwalking. The truth, when he allowed himself to acknowledge it, was that the dance was in his blood. As much as it ever was been for Nishitani. He enjoyed brawling; hard to get far in the business if you didn’t. But it was more than that, sweeter than that.
It was tasting copper on his tongue, feeling the snap of bone, the thrill of knowing exactly what his body was capable of and then executing on that knowledge in a whipcrack of swift, brutal retaliation. No one could touch him -- or if they did, they found that Majima bit deep. ]
Only realized what I liked about it after I was out. And now I'm a civilian, everything's a fuckin' ordeal.
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Majima paints a nice picture of it. A world where everything has its place and works as it should. A well-kept machine.]
Who knows. Maybe you'll make it back to get back in. [Tony downs whatever's left in his glass and stands up. The sting of alcohol against his throat doesn't really do anything for him these days. But it's an habit and like a drowning man he's clinging to it.] I need to finish up preparing for Paris. Let me know if you manage to break the dampener.
Later Majima.
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Majima raised a hand in casual acknowledgment. ]
Later.