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[bigwig.]

⚔ ── 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 ！
❝ 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙸 ❞ male • human • ff7 • tags: --

A few slow, sluggish blinks of mako-tinted eyes were the first sign of life in the quiet inn room Cloud had been placed into. As soon as his most base level of awareness had set in, the rest came crashing down as though a roof had collapsed on top of him. The cramped, repurposed restroom which had served as his apartment back in Sector 7 wasn't the kind of place most people would've longed to be, but there was something to be said for the comfort of familiarity - no matter how rough or run-down that familiar thing was. This place was much neater, much more comfortable-looking, but that only made it all the more unsettling. It seemed almost like it was meant to lull him into a false sense of security, to assume that this place was safe just because of its modest, warm atmosphere. The only thing that looked out of place in the room was the huge broadsword propped up against the dresser; as soon as Cloud caught sight of the blade, he sprang to recover it. It looked undamaged, and both its materia slots still glowed softly with green, appearing to not have been tampered with. Satisfied with his initial examination, Cloud hefted the sword onto his back, glad to be armed at the very least. His weapon recovered, Cloud then moved across the room towards the window, through which filtered an abundance of pale light. Pulling back the curtains, he squinted his blue-green eyes into the glare of the sun. The real sun, and a flat blue sky - confirming that he was certainly nowhere in lower Midgar anymore. Though, this didn't look like plateside either, lacking the oppressive industrial air that permeated even the upper-class districts of the city. As he was debating such, he was abruptly distracted by the announcement starting to blare through the room, coming from some sort of previously-unnoticed loudspeaker system. On one hand, it was courteous of his captors to at least offer some sort of explanation for why he was here (or why they were here, as whoever was talking over the p.a. system seemed to be addressing multiple people), but on the other hand, that wouldn't have been necessary if they hadn't essentially kidnapped him in the first place. Cloud also wasn't sure he trusted this mysterious explanation. The aspects of it weren't entirely unfamiliar to him; the 'spell' they'd alluded to sounded a bit like a summon of some sort, but he'd never heard of one that lasted for anything more than a very brief window of time, and as well they were almost exclusively reserved for very powerful entities. As far as fighting monsters went, much of lower Midgar had had problems with various mutated pests, though as far as he knew no sector's watch had ever abducted anyone to help deal with them. That seemed like a bit of an extreme option - though, maybe these people really were just that desperate. Of course, that still didn't soften Cloud's feelings towards whoever had dragged him here: after all, they weren't even offering gil or any sort of reward for the help they'd requested; it seemed more like they just expected help from their victims as a 'well-since-you're-already-here' sort of consequence to the whole situation.

That idea irritated the mercenary to no end, especially since he'd already been involved with a job back home, which he'd now been rather abruptly torn away from. Tifa and the rest of the gang might even be missing him - or worse yet, worrying about him. Though, they all knew he was more than capable of handling things on his own, as Barrett would no doubt remind them. Hopefully they wouldn't spend too much time trying to search for him or anything and just keep on without him, as he had to by himself - though that was far from a new idea to Cloud, and indeed he had always asserted that that was how he preferred things. Now that he was on his own, however, it didn't feel very gratifying. Finally, Cloud, made his way out the door and into the hallway, giving a cautious glance in both directions to look for any signs of unexpected danger. It seemed the look of the room had not deceived him, as this did indeed appear to be some sort of upscale hotel. At one end of the hall was a stairwell, which Cloud followed down to what he assumed was the ground floor. It seemed that at least a few other people had already left their own rooms and were milling about in and near what appeared to be a lobby of some sort. A very tall, metal-plated robotic-looking creature stood out in particular, though as it wasn't starting to cause havoc just yet Cloud refrained from doing anything antagonistic. Shinra had mostly used mechs as weapons, though as Cloud advanced into the lobby he could see that there was a machine behind the desk in addition to the aberrant mechanical entity he had noticed at first. Maybe robots served a different purpose here? Cloud hoped so, but if worst came to worst he wouldn't feel bad about reducing a few automatons to scrap metal. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he looked over the rest of the people in the room - all the rest of which, thankfully, appeared to be human. They probably knew no more about what was going on than he did, or at least would claim as much. He considered attempting to speak with the robotic receptionist, but that notion left him a bit uneasy. Perhaps instead he could just take up a position along the wall and eavesdrop, keeping an ear out for anything suspicious? Or, he could just leave - it didn't look like the front door was locked. Against what was arguably his better judgement, Cloud chose not to take his leave right away. Instead, he quietly brushed his way up to the wall, not sitting down but just leaning back, conveniently within earshot of anyone who approached the front desk. His spiky hair partially covering his face and eyes glittering metallic with quiet, unvented anger, Cloud hoped he struck an intimidating enough figure too keep anyone from trying to distract him.

[Zaperrex]

【YORHA UNIT 9S】
【 MALE | ANDROID | NIER: AUTOMATA | TAGS: OPEN 】

He's tucked into a soft bed. Up to his chin, warm and cozy. It instantly tips him off to the fact that he's somewhere he doesn't belong, because neither his bed in the Bunker nor the Resistance camp has any bed sheets. 9S opens his eyes. Definitely not the Bunker. Not monochromatic enough, for one.

He sits up, finding his clothing, weapon, and pod all set neatly aside for him in the corner of the room. That's a good sign, he supposes. He pings Pod 153 through his FFCS; it rises, and without his prompting, brings his clothes over in its claws. He pets it gently as thanks and quickly gets dressed. Whatever happens next, he'd rather not go into it pants-less.

A broadcast comes on just as 9S is tying his visor around his head. No map data, he notes, regarding the gray square now at the bottom right corner of his vision. The full map looks similar. He equips his sword and opens the door. He's listening, of course, but that doesn't mean he has to sit around. Though these claims do give him a lot to think about. If they're true, then... magic and what not aside, he's not really happy with this. Stripped of the sugarcoating, they're essentially being kidnapped and conscripted. He kind of has his own war he's supposed to be fighting in. That war might be... pointless, but... he should still be there for his fellow units. It almost feels like he's abandoning them, despite having no choice in the matter. Then again, if they're seriously using magic to bring them here, perhaps they can send him back to the same point in time he came from once everything's resolved? He might not mind that. He wouldn't be opposed to fighting for a real cause for once.

Down the hall and a set of stairs, 9S finds another room. He doesn't go in just yet. There are others inside, but what immediately catches his attention is the machine sitting behind the desk. Or is it a machine? The design is close enough to raise his proverbial hackles, but it's... not quite... After a scan, he reluctantly decides that it's not a machine lifeform after all. There are similarities, yes, but he can't detect a machine core. 9S forces himself to relax, and finally enters the room. It doesn't seem right to break the silence, so he finds a spot next to the desk and keeps an eye on the machine. Not-machine. Whatever.

[Kveykva]

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【✦】| SCP-1487 | 15 | female | SCP Foundation | Tags: Open
❝𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢❞

A stiff, blaring alarm stirred the Euclid SCP from sleep. With a grumble, the teen rolled over to ignore it, smothering her ears with a pillow. They ran false alarms once a week to test the systems, and hearing the ungodly screen from the PA never grew less annoying. Soon enough, the skip managed to slip back into sleep, the alarm making its way into her dreams.

"The site─Keter and─containment breaches. Full site lockdown initia─"
"ome outsiders! We─our city of Flodan needs─years we have been torment─your abilities─"

SCP-1487 snapped awake towards the end of the broadcast, never once having heard a voice over the intercom during one of the drills.

"to help! Work together and I'm sure you can save this home of ours!"

Bleary-eyed, the teenager scrubbed at her eyes and pulled herself to a sitting position, inhaling sharply once she'd opened them. "I'm not... Where is this?" The bed she sat on was a divine change from the cot she'd grown used to, and the room around her smelled like something different besides... well, nothing. Cleaner? Unscented cleaner? She wasn't sure what the scientists keeping her used in her cell.

The clean wood floors scarcely made a sound under her sock bound feet, and the interior distracted her from the door. Nothing extraordinary, but 1487 could hardly remember the last time she'd been in a hotel. She hadn't seen the outside world in... a while. Exactly how long? Hard to tell. The days blended together, only really separated by tests and interviews. Sunlight streamed in through the room's single window, which was about as large as she was tall. A city sprawled out on the other side, unlike any she'd ever seen. "I wonder if this is what Memphis is like," The skip pursed her lips, standing on tiptoes to try and find the signature landmark of the southern city. Unsuccessful, 1487 turned her attention to the door at the front of the room. Wherever she was, there were certainly others here with her. Somebody had to be doing the housekeeping. Chewing the inside of her cheek, the skip pushed open the door into the hall and looked around, keeping an eye out for bones. "Hello? Any weirdos here, or is it just me?"

[onion]

♣ lain iwakura / 13 / lesbian / SEL
location: room
power: wired form
tags: open

it was bright in the inn, at least, to lain it was. she awoke with a small noise, sitting up. it was only after looking out at the sun that she remembered why she was here, where she was and what she was doing. the letter had read something about monsters, which she didnt really believe in... but like magic, she was brought here. was she kidnapped? lain didnt know.
she stood and brushed off her school skirt. she had been on her way to school when the switch happened, in fact. she had been excited to see alice again, but it never happened... instead, she was here. wherever this was. she couldnt remember the name from the letter. squinting, lain slid off her knapsack and pulled out the letter she had gotten at the meeting. ah, yes, that was right.
so there she was, alone in her room. she glanced out the window. none of the cars parked on the side seemed to be moving, so she was safe to roam. however, lain wasnt sure if she wanted to exactly. this place was strange and she was a bit scared...

[Wormgod]

Ashirah Indoril

The Nerevarine | Female | Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind | Tagged: Saffron/SCP-1487

Consciousness creeped over Ashirah slowly as she fought to stay in blissful sleep. She wasn’t aching or uncomfortable for once. The bed was perfectly soft and had nice, thick sheets, a comfort she had only felt a few times before. The last time it came from the extravagant manor House Indoril offered her once she had killed Dagoth Ur: a gift she was overwhelmed with. Ashirah remembered all too well having to fight tooth and nail for each meal and scrap of clothing and to just be gifted a fully furnished home complete with live-in servants was...well. Did she fall asleep in that bed again? No, she was on the road, right?

Ashirah awoke with a start as a loud voice erupted from above. She looked around quickly—seeing nothing and no one but her armor and swords on a nearby table. She paused to listen. The voice continued. It spoke about a spell, a town in danger, and multiple people pulled to this place to help fight back the beasts the prey on their walls. Feeling safe enough to move, Ashirah got up and quickly put on her armor.

What was going on here? The idea of using a spell to go from one plane to another is nothing new—Ashirah’s first thought was of the Temple’s teachings. After all, Vivec and Nerevar went to many different planes of Oblivion in search of enlightenment. Ashirah herself went to Sotha Sil’s Clockwork City, although she doesn’t like to think about that time much. And the Telvanni wizard-lords are certainly powerful enough to kidnap multiple people and stick them in their own personal pocket of Oblivion for some sick, twisted amusement. But what struck Ashirah as odd is the fact that the voice seemed unsure of who they kidnapped. What kind of kidnapper uses a spell that chooses targets at random?

But what if it wasn’t random? The analytical side of her bubbled up in anger. After all, Ashirah is infamous. She saved the Velothi people in a way they didn’t want and destroyed their religion. She slew the Devil and one of their Living Gods. Many still claim she slew two Gods, refusing to believe Almalexia was mad with power and hurt her own people. Yes, Ashirah is beloved by many, but she is also hated. There are plenty who would love to see her tormented in their own personal Hell.

Donning her helmet and baldric, Ashirah took another look around the room for anything she missed—nothing—and opened the door. She took a quick peek of the hallway. More doors with these fancy brass handles (when did wood handles go out of style? Rich people are weird) and gaudy red carpeting. She picked a direction and walked down the hallway, finding another turn. She looked left, then right, and almost jumped at the sight of another person.

She was a young human—Redguard, judging by the dark skin—wearing some kind of *thin, baggy gray outfit with the number 1487 emblazoned on it. The girl wasn’t wearing shoes either. Was this another kidnap victim? If so, Ashirah really got the good end of the deal because her armor and weapons came with her! But this was so odd she could only imagine this was some sort of trick. Maybe an appeal to her generosity, and the girl would turn out to be a shapeshifted Daedra and stab Ashirah in the back?

Ashirah paused, thinking over this dilemma, and decided to be kind. She had handled bigger monsters than any Daedra could hope to throw at her, “Hello, young one. I am Ashirah, the Nerevarine. Were you taken to this plane too, or are you one of its inhabitants?”


((*I was going to put her in a D-Class outfit but then I googled “what do humanoid skips wear” and the consensus seems to be “probably grey or white slacks with their number, but it depends on the skip” so that’s what I went with. Feel free to correct me!))

[Kveykva]

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【✦】| SCP-1487 | 15 | female | SCP Foundation | Tags: Ashirah Indoril
❝𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢❞

Fitting with the hotel theme, 1487 found the hallway filled with more doors identical to her own. She tiptoed down the carpeted floor, slip-resistant socks uncomfortably gripping the floor with each step. "Hellooo?" The girl called again, still receiving no answer. You'd think with how long I've been cooped up, my welcome party would be a little more lively. Oh well. As she slowed her pace, 1487 heard the sound of footsteps. She paused to confirm they weren't her own, and with a moment's hesitation, she turned, and screamed. 1487 clamped her hands over her mouth to silence her initial shock, as the bronze figure behind her didn't seem to mean her any harm. "Sorry!" She whispered. "You get so used to seeing bones that anything that's not is kind of scary." Now recovered (she'd become used to seeing a lot of weird things), Saffron moved closer to the metal creature. Her pale grey outfit bore the number "1487" on her left breast, with a three-pronged circular symbol just below it. The same crest appeared on her matching pants. "Hi, sorry again, what are you? Are you a robot? Cuz that's pretty frickin' awesome." Perhaps she'd come on a little strong. She ran a hand over her buzzed hair with a sheepish grin. "Uh, you can just call me Saffron... what did you say your name was again?"

((No worries! It's about what I was planning to do with her outfit anyway, though I gave a little more description as well building off what you wrote))

[Ploegy]

⇀Ｒｅｎ Ａｍａｍｉｙａ!!
xxxxmale • seventeen years old • persona 5 • tagged: toa
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A few moments seemed to pass before anyone else entered the room. Even so Ren made no moves to approach. Instead he stayed planted in his place with his hands folded in his lap and one foot resting upon the knee of the opposite leg. It was clear that the young thief was quite comfortable and despite the panic he should be feeling, he was calm. He had been through enough back home to know that there was no reason for him to lose his cool. For someone as young as he was, he had been in the face of death plenty of times before, though the closest had been quite recently. One mistake and he could have easily been killed by Akechi. This particular moment was nothing compared to that. Looking at the others that slowly trickled in, he couldn't see any of them particularly looking panicked either. Perhaps they too were accustomed to this kind of situation or maybe they were simply being as calm as he was for other reasons. Whatever it was, he was more focused on studying those that entered to see whom he would need to be working with this time around. That would be the biggest change for the young thief. While they usually gained a new member whenever they took on a new palace, this was an entirely new team to him. It was possible they also had powers that differed much for what he had or maybe they had none at all. They had stated that they were unsure of the capabilities of those whom had been pulled here so it was possible that powerless beings had been dragged her as well. In a way that contradicted what he had previously though. It hadn't crossed his mind that maybe they hadn't known of his status as a Phantom Thief. The only reason he had even thought that to be true was that he had been given all hi weaponry and even his usual thieves outfit. Maybe that was simply by chance or this place somehow had a similar effect on him as the Metaverse had. Whatever it was, he was more than thankful that he hadn't been dragged here as his usual teenage self otherwise he would have been one of those powerless ones. However, the thought did lead him to wonder why he was already saw as a threat. That was the only way his outfit usually appeared in the first place. Perhaps the people didn't truly trust him or again it was simply some kind of luck.

Ren's train of thought was snapped at the sound of a voice. In that moment his distant stare focused and his eyes flickered to the one that had approached him or rather had addressed him. Of all the beings that had made their appearance in the lobby, this one seemed to be the one that stood out the most to him. From a glance they appeared to be robotic. It was evident that they were no human unless somehow a human was underneath the metal exterior which he highly doubted. Despite the odd appearance and their sheer height, Joker wasn't off put. He had experience dealing with machines in the past albeit they were shadows that had been made to look like them given Okumura's cognition. He still remembered that palace vividly although it wasn't hard to given how recent it was compared to the likes of his first. Pushing the thought aside, the thief leaned back in his seat and quirked a brow under his mask. "I can understand you," he finally confirmed. Perhaps he wasn't supposed to be able to understand her. If that was the case then the same could be said for any of the others present as well. It was likely they were pulled from various worlds and spoke various languages, but this one place somehow translated their speech. How intriguing. It saved him the effort of needing to try and use his broken English in attempt to try and speak with those around him. It was still possible they didn't speak English either though. He simply would be grateful for the translation. It did make him wonder if the same would apply for his persona though. As far as he was aware, others could never hear Arsene, but maybe in this world that was different. He would have to wait and see until later. Dropping his poised stance, Ren rose to his feet. "I assume that you can understand me as well then?" Although he figured he didn't need to ask, he figured he still would to confirm his own thoughts. Maybe he had jumped the gun with his assumptions. Even so he had more important questions on his mind.

"More importantly, I assume you are another that has been pulled into this world, correct?" As much as he wished to assume that was the case for everyone in the room with the exception of the machine behind the desk, he felt it still needed to be asked in case they were actually a native. There was always the possibility they would be around as well. Plus his question cleared any suspicion that he might be a native as well. It would only be natural given he had been the only one around.

⇀Ｌｉｂｅｌｌｅ Ｓｈｉｍａｄａ!!
xxxxfemale • eighteen • overwatch • tagged: phantom
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Of late things had been rather hectic for Libelle though she was no stranger to living an eventful lifestyle. Ever since she was young it was something she had been accustomed to given who her parents were. She had always felt she had to go beyond the expectations they held for her given how much they had done in their lives thus far. That was why she had found herself where she was now; working for Overwatch. The organization had existed for decades although it had its times of splitting apart and rebuilding itself. Part of that was thanks to the efforts of her own parents, but the others as well that they worked with. Libelle wished to please them all though she knew she had big shoes to fill if she did that. Of late things may have been rather quiet for them, but she was always busy whether it be researching or tending to injured allies. It was often these days she found herself in the field though she supposed it was because she was still young or perhaps her father had given the higher ups strict orders not allowing her to do such. She knew he meant well, but she dreamed that she too could save people the way her mother had done in the past and still did to this very day. Tonight was one of those nights where such a dream had come to her. It wasn't unusual for her sleep to be greeted by such things and admittedly she rather enjoyed them. Her drive to get out into the world and make an impact was probably the reason for it. The dream was short lived much to her dismay, but it was clear that sleep was escaping her. As such a soft groan of dissatisfaction escaped the young medic's lips. Why did such good things need to come to an end so abruptly? She wished she had the answer for that, but there was no point in complaining about it. Cracking open her eyes, she rolled over in hopes to come face to face with her digital clock to see the time, but it was to no avail. Instead she was greeted by a lamp perched upon the nearby nightstand. That wasn't something she had in her quarters back on base.

Abruptly sitting up in a brief panic, Libelle's eyes wildly searched the room for something that seemed even remotely familiar to her, but it was all for naught. The entire room was nothing but new to her. Oddly it seemed like a hotel room of sorts, not overly large, but not small either. It was comfortable, but it had simple decor. Among all of the unfamiliar however was her own gear. Hanging on the wall was the gear that had been created for her whenever she was supposed to head into combat. It was a simple tunic dress with leggings underneath with knee high boots. The important parts though were the glove and the halo she wore. Both were neatly placed side-by-side on the dresser along with her two weapons. It seemed odd that such things were waiting for her, but she was more than happy to see them. It wasn't often that she ever took out the blaster her mother had given her or the wakizashi her father had trained her with. Both held a special place in her heart though. Before she could even think of climbing out of bed to be reunited with her gear, the voice over the intercom system stopped her. It was one she had never heard before, but its message left her dazed. This wasn't something she had expected nor had she ever dreamed of. Oddly it was along the lines of what she had been desiring to do back home though. Such a thing felt like a strange coincidence. However, she saw no reason to deny their request. There was no other way for her to return home. Even so she couldn't help but wonder how her disappearance would effect things there. Surely her parents would be beyond worried. She could only imagine how upset her father would get given his over protectiveness. All she could do was hope that they didn't do any drastic in order to try and find her. All she could do was focus on the task at hand and take care of business like she always did. Finally, she could become the hero she had always desired. In a way this could finally be a test of her skills on a grander scale than she had been allowed to use them back home. Such a thing excited her.

Wasting no time, Libelle climbed from her bed and rushed over to her things. Preparing herself quickly, it was no more than five minutes before the young Shimada was ready to go. "Time to show your stuff, Grace!" she told herself. It had been awhile since she had last used her alias, but it felt good. She hadn't been the one that had come up with it though. Back on her first mission one of her comrades had come up with it for her after seeing how she moved about the field with such elegance even in the face of battle. Oddly it had stuck with the others as well and thus Grace had been born. Remembering such a time brought a smile to her face and she almost forgot what she had been doing. Snapping out of her thoughts, she gathered herself before moving towards the door and entering the hallway. Being greeted by silence, Libelle couldn't help but wonder if she was alone. Many other doors lines the hall confirming that this was a hotel of sorts, but nobody seemed to be exiting from them. Moving along the hall silently, it was only a few moments before she heard the voice of another nearby. It sounded as if someone else had just taken off on their search of this place as well. Perhaps they were stuck in the same situation as she was. There was only one way to find out. Quickening her pace, the medic hurried down the hall until she nearly crashed into Phantom himself. She barely managed to stop herself before she went crashing into him. Because of such, an embarrassed expression was quick to cross her face and she quickly took a step back. "Ah! My apologies. I did not think I would near you so quickly," she said quickly. "I heard your voice and thought you might be someone else that has been brought to this place to save it as well. Would that be correct?"

[InfectedHau]

Toa Varu||Bionicle||Female||Tagged: Ren

Apparently the other residents of this place weren't far behind Varu. A few more beings entered the hall, each of them apparently the same type as the one she was talking to. They were all mostly the same color, though there were only two wearing masks. The fiber on their heads was a wide range of colors though, was that how they identified what tribe they were from? Was the being in front of her his world's equivalent of an Onu-Matoran? Maybe that was why he only had a mask over his eyes, the sunlight coming in through the windows couldn't have been pleasant. He was also a little less creepy now that she knew she could talk to him, even if a being made entirely of organic tissue was kind of a gross concept. "It would seem so," She said, shifting her shield back over her pack. "I'm not sure what I expected other worlds to be like, but I definitely wasn't expecting this." If she'd come here of her own free will, and there wasn't an imminent threat to the city's safety, she might have stayed here for years studying the place. Maybe once the threat was over she could bring some Matoran here. The scholars of Ko-Metru would definitely be interested in going to another world.

Before she could study this new world, though, she'd have to save it. And saving it would be a lot easier if she knew who her new team was. "I'm Varu," she said, "Toa of Psionics. Is everyone here from your world? I've never seen any beings that look so... squishy." There were few things in her world that could be described as "soft" and most of them weren't generally so big, or so benevolent. Hopefully they were benevolent. Varu didn't trust her powers could hold out long enough to take them all.

[onion]

♣ lain iwakura / 13 / lesbian / SEL
location: room
power: wired form
tags: open (someone pls tag)

lain turned to the door and exited the room to greet a long hallway which was empty except for her now. she closed the door quietly behind her. in her brown loafers, she began down this hall, finding the place oddly surreal. "hello?" lain called.
"alice? are you here? hello?" she stopped halfway down the hall, checking behind her to make sure nobody was there. but after seeing it empty, she proceeded. eventually lain met another room. this one was still empty. "this place is scary..." she said aloud to herself. with nobody around, she wasnt sure where to go or what to do. thats when footsteps sounded nearby. lain stopped dead in her tracks. "whos there?!"

[Wormgod]

Ashirah Indoril

The Nerevarine | Female | Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind | Tagged: Saffron/SCP-1487

Ashirah suppressed a flinch as the Redguard girl screamed. Great, way to reveal our location to the enemy! She thought angrily. It was clear this girl was not battle-trained. Ashirah would have to draw combat away from her; that is, if she wasn’t secretly Daedra.

The girl quieted down and came closer. She babbled an apology and something about getting used to seeing bones? The heck? Then she asked who or what Ashirah was again, and if she was a ‘robot’. What the heck was a robot? Did she mean automaton? Dwemer automatons look pretty different than Ashirah’s Ordinator armor, but the metals are similar in color so maybe a civilian could mistake the two.

“Uh...I am Ashirah of House Indoril, the Nerevarine; Nerevar Reborn, Hortator of the three Great Houses, slayer of Dagoth Ur. I am not sure what a ‘robot’ is, but I most definitely am not one.” Ashirah paused and took in Saffron, looking for any recognition to her titles and deed. There was none. While part of Ashirah was pleased she wasn’t being fawned over anymore, the lack of a familiar response from another person was unsettling. This wasn’t normal.

“Er, just call me Ashirah, okay Saffron?” She asked.