Daniels Branson

Selective indie RP blog for Daniels Branson || multiverse & multiship || mun 30+ || written by Eva

[daniels-b-captain]

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selective indie rp blog for Katherine Daniels Branson from Alien: Covenant || multiverse and multiship || mun 30+ || written by Eva

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[daniels-b-captain]

flamekeeperbellroc​:

they’re startled, truthfully, by her little overture. even if part of them still can’t help but scoff.

“of course. you expect we do this out of pleasure.” not as a last, desperate gasp in the name of a duty they’ve known across the shifts of polestars, a duty they’ve all but failed. “none of us wanted this. but from our hands, the blow will be quick, and clean. more than can be said of you.”

violence, yes. but not for violence’s sake. this is no random malice, no expiatory sacrifice; it’s not even personal.

in truth bellroc takes little satisfaction from the thought. if people had known, she said, they would have asked. a fine apology, from one who only just learned of magic’s existence. they push down the impulse, still raw and reflexive, to ask just why she thinks that is. no cinder in a firestorm ever thinks it is responsible, and in the end, the contrition of a single human makes little difference. however immediately gratifying it may be.

but…still. something about the sight of her—the only human who dared parley with them, even if through a freak accident—clinging so doggedly to their palm; not to beg or to argue, but to look at a god and say we are the single worst thing that’s happened to this world—

they bite their tongue. no cinder in a firestorm.

“…here.”

they raise the titan’s palm—slowly; they’re not trying to harm her—and draw it closer towards themself. to the—platform, they suppose, where they pilot the thing. the focuser, the array that focuses and directs their will through the waking mountain behind them, follows their line of sight, and so also deflects the winds and roiling clouds of smoke and steam; redirecting the heat of the lava is the work of but a thought, for them. 

“you say you study the world,” they explain, when they see her expression. “as i did, once. and—even before me, as i know i appear to you. still you speak of questions.”

Do what? she wants to ask, because what they hint at sounds so terribly final. Surely they’re not going to- but they are, she can feel it. They’re talking about ‘one, clean blow’ as opposed to what Danny described with the planet shaking them off. Nothing can be solved by one quick, clean blow - unless the method is complete destruction.

She watched them on the news walk past cities without attacking, and assumed they weren’t hostile. But they’re not waging a war, they’re ending all wars, ending everything, one final punctuation to a sentence allowed to run on for too long... 

When she accepts the possibility - probability - that The End is their endgame, more things slide into place, their words - defeated, determined, bitter - and the sheer bombastic greatness of their approach. Because what’s the point of secrecy, or even being discreet, if there won’t be any consequences?

She tucks the thought away - thinking about it too much would paralyse her and the hand she is standing on is suddenly moving- 

- gently -

- and despite that her breath is short and shallow with the effort of keeping calm and let her thoughts work -

- as they approach the platform, she notices the lack of overwhelming heat and smoke, nothing is brutally scalding her as she expected. They must protect her from it, she realizes when nothing is following proper laws of physics. 

Why are you even talking to me? 

The question is comforting in itself, because it carries the seed of hope. That they’re not as resolved as they seem to be. The fact that they’re speaking with her now, at what must be the very last moments... Do you want me to convince you? Or do you just want the company? 

And then her mind blanks out as she focuses on stepping from one ledge to another, planting her boots far apart to keep balance. Adrenaline is ticking like a second pulse beneath her skin, and they are being as gentle as they can be. A few heartbeats later she’s steady enough and focused once more. 

“I’ve got enough questions to last me another lifetime. And there’s apparently so much more that I was completely unaware of -” Her voice is breathless with wonder, even now. “This mountain, right here...” She carefully runs a gloved hand across the black stone, reverently. “I’ve been looking at seismic data for weeks, just very odd readings... never would have guessed this.“ She looks at back at them. “It’s strange to think that we’ve studied the same world. I wish-” Dark locks fall across her face and she brushes them away impatiently. “I wish we could’ve compared notes.” 

Her slight, tentative smile falters for a moment. 

“For the record, I don’t think you’re enjoying whatever it is you’re about to do. Will you... tell me about it? If what you’re doing is the solution to every mistake humanity has made.” Her smile is back, but it’s rather bleak. “I’d love to know what it is.” 

[daniels-b-captain]

flamekeeperbellroc​:

they do hear her, over everything. even now, over the roar of the sea of the caldera—of their duty—some small, long-buried part of them is still surprised by the humility in her voice. 

but even for all her charm: bellroc can’t help but laugh when she asks. an empty, bitter sound. 

“the only one that matters.”

they certainly aren’t planning to explain. they owe this woman nothing; too little, too late. but when they glance over again, and she hangs upon their every word—something stirs within them. something they’d long thought dead.

so they tilt their head back, and look at her. just briefly, with all their eyes.

“tell me, child. you—humans—you recognize what you’ve done. your sins against nature, yes?” her words feel strange on their tongue, unused to such conversations as they are. as they have been, for a very long time. “even if you know nothing of the true shape of the world, you recognize this much.”

—and the worst part of this, beyond the ignorance, beyond the cruelty, has always only ever been that you knew—

but—no human, in this or any age, has earned that truth. so:

“we watched you for millennia. did what we could, with power you cannot dream of. and not only for humans. but even we are only three. and tell me, danny: when do you think a human last asked what our work was?" 

they set their jaw, and look away.

Danny bites back every spontaneous reply that threatens to leave her mouth, and instead forces herself to listen. Listen and observe. Listen to what they’re telling you, and to what they’re not saying. 

To have this discussion, she needs to accept the premise that the person she is talking to has been watching over this world for millennia - together with two others, the one in Greenland and the one in Brazil. There’s that mental vertigo again... And unspoken, but evident in their every movement and word: disappointment, exhaustion, anger.

“I think...” She shakes her head slowly, once, twice. “Maybe the last time a human knew about you?” The second pair of eyes registers at the back of her mind - functional? Ornamental? - and she soldiers on. “I haven’t heard of you. Not a trace in any historical record that I’m aware of, and - and I’d have to speak to some archeologists to be sure but I haven’t seen anyone quite like you depicted in any ancient art or, um, prehistoric discoveries...” She manages a shaky smile. “Believe me, if people had known about you before you’d have been bombarded with questions twenty-four seven.”

Her smile falters, and although her voice remains soft, there’s an edge of regret in it.

“We are the single worst thing that’s happened to this world. By a wide margin. Every single one of us who has the privilege of studying it would agree on that. And if we don’t manage to redeem ourselves, this planet will shake us off like a bad case of fleas in a matter of centuries. And that’s being optimistic.”

Tennessee asked her once, very dryly, if she’d noticed that they always put extra bottles of wine on the tables when she’s key note speaker. 

“If you’ve been watching us for several millennia, I can’t imagine what the past hundred years or so must have looked like to you.” Nuclear accidents. Nuclear bombs. Massive environmental disasters. No wonder they’re overwhelmed, the three of them. “You’re a lot calmer than I’d have expected you to be.” 

[daniels-b-captain]

✍ [learn this bird some science danny!! or...anything she might wish to teach them 😂]

kind gesture || @flamekeeperbellroc || accepting

"It's a bit messy, I'm sorry." To be fair she had not expected to bring a visitor to her little office at the university, let alone a god. Observing it critically, she wonders how it might look like to them. Danny isn't one for status, but even she has to admit that when she worked at a big company, her office was much nicer. More spacious, if nothing else.

There is her desk, with the two screens she fought tooth and nail to get for the sheer amount of software she's using. One wall is lined with shelves, featuring her most treasured samples. Including, which she hopes will go unnoticed, a piece of obsidian with a faint iridescent gleam, labeled 'No. 864 Obsidian, Bellroc Fire Titan, South China Sea'

As if she could have resisted snatching a small sample on her way down. Small pieces were falling off the entire time, a wasted opportunity like that would have haunted her for the rest of her life.

She clears away a few stray paper piles before starting up her computer and gesturing to the second chair.

"Here, have a seat." A small hopeful grin. "I just want to show you how we work. Now this-" She gestures to the screen flaring to life, hastily clicking away a few insistent pop ups that she's been ignoring for far too long. "-this is one of the softwares I'm using a lot. It's called a GIS - a Geographic Information System - and it's got all sorts of data that you can use to inform your research in different ways. It doesn't go into the nitty gritty details, but enough to give you a fair idea of things like, if certain actions are possible, how they will affect the location, and so on." Under her breaths she adds "-even track the damage we are trying to undo, in time."

She pauses, considering, then decides to start with what might appeal to them the most.

"This was created by a colleague of mine." When the display shows the 'Mountains of Fire' story map, she carefully demonstrates how to work the computer mouse. "I'm sure you know all of this already, and more", she murmurs as she scrolls down until the globe of earth is visible. "But here are all the volcanoes we're aware of across the world. Here, by doing this you can move the globe, and zoom in on each volcano and get information on it..."

She nudges the mouse towards them in a wordless invite. For the world to keep turning, they need to point and click.

[daniels-b-captain]

❮ and/or ♖

kind gesture || @paramounticebound || accepting

A sharp inhale as she read the words -

Danny stopped reading, wondering if it was even true - it wasn't the first time Starfleet had lied to either of them, and she had a hard time believing that they had in fact murdered one of Khan's old crew in their sleep. 'cryo pod malfunctioning'... she knew only too well how a pod like that could act up, and she shuddered at the memory.

The name mentioned in the correspondence meant nothing to her, but clearly it did to Khan. Her hand instinctively went out to grasp his, fingers curling to squeeze it gently. She studied his face for a moment, then pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly to her.

Lips parted to say something, but sometimes words were meaningless, any words would be too crass, too much. So she stayed silent, placing one hand on the back of his neck, a wordless invitation to rest his head on her shoulder.

[memestockpile]

send one for a kind gesture;

♖ comforting after a nightmare ♘ kiss on the forehead ♣ wiping away tears ♝ holding hands ♡ hugging ♦ picking up your character ♤ bathing your character ♠ my muse taking care of your muse when their sick ♛ shoulder rubs ☮ stroking/ruffling hair ▽ patting/rubbing their back ☽ dressing your character ☺ my muse helping your muse fall asleep ❮ my muse comforting your muse as they grieve ♋  my muse fixing your muse something to eat ✍ my muse  teaching your muse ∞ my muse reading to your muse  ♒ my muse giving yours a message

[kingofthepitt]

Mother, is there a planet in the known universe where a Full House beats a Straight Flush?

[daniels-b-captain]

flamekeeperbellroc​:

in truth bellroc cares little for whether or not the human heeds their warning. they’ve collected a small entourage of those strange little flying craft, so they can guess they’ve become something of a spectacle; as long as the humans do not interfere—as they do not, after the first misguided attempt—for all their wrath and grief and hurt, they stay their hand. the humans are doomed regardless, and there’s no point in making them suffer further. however…cathartic it would doubtless be.

they’re more insulted by the human’s response. i don’t understand, but i need to—they scoff. the plea of a greedy child, grasping at embers. of a single human. what exactly does this one think she will accomplish, against the work of all the untold myriads that came before?

but when a new follower appears among all their retinue—despite their irritation, their exhaustion, despite everything—

you complained when they sent no heralds, too, a familiar, distant voice reminds them. just a faint chime, at the very edge of hearing. now they do. unarmed. and still you are unsatisfied. even now, part of you wants them to understand. doesn’t it, bells?

…they ignore it. coldly. and if they extend the titan’s hand to receive their…guest, they mean it as no kindness.

“i should be used to human presumption.” they don’t quite manage to keep the sneer from their voice, flicking their second eyes over to her. the titan’s gait is no hardship to them, floating as they are, but if they are to go through with this farcical exchange they will not have her tripping and stumbling as they do. “you may be brave, mortal, but your errand is in vain. speak your piece, and leave me to my work, and be done.”

“I don’t like this. What if they close their hand?”

Tee’s voice stays with her as she’s lowered into the giant stone palm in her harness. In her pocket her phone is vibrating furiously and she ignores it. She assumes it’s her boss, and she frankly has no time for one of his meltdowns - if she survives this he can fire her if he wants to.

She disconnects her harness, grateful for the tightly folded parachute on her back. Grateful too for the extended hand to land on, it’s an indication, she hopes, that the being is willing to talk. She stands, one gloved hand clutching the side of a stone finger for support - the ground may be steady, but the micro-movements and the hot, dry wind whipping her face tells her they are still moving in giant strides that makes her stomach lurch in protest.

Her gaze lands on them, for the first time, and her scientifically wired mind recoils from the sight of a being so obviously magical -

- they’re floating - their eyes - fire!

For a moment her thoughts are free-falling and she grasps at a familiar straw. NO. Just because I don’t understand it, doesn’t mean it’s magic. It’s an unknown type of- of - a scientific unknown -

Swallowing hard, she allows herself that merciful denial. Panic at your own time, Daniels. 

“Oh. Yes-” She wets her dry lips, staring at the floating - god? Being? They’re filled with contempt for her, she can tell, while the sight of them fills her with a volatile mix of emotions - awe with fear darkening the horizons - curiosity, fascination - guilt, shame - “Thank you. For agreeing to see me, I mean.” They clearly don’t have to. “I- for me to be able to say anything meaningful, I need to know what is happening and why.”

She carefully removes her protective hood and salty ocean winds tugs at her brown, short-cropped locks. Far below them she can hear the violent movements of the water as the waves crest with each powerful stride. 

“What is your work?” she asks quietly, knowing, somehow, that they can hear her through the background noise of creaking stone and wind. She tries not to get lost in the visual of them, of trying to place the design of their outfit in history - prehistory? - and the wide halo with the strange signs above them.  

[mischiefandnightmares]

Trapped (Open Starter)

Nuada began to angrily pace back and forth in the small bedroom. He was now trapped. He was bound to this human organisation, because he failed to command the golden army and was defeated by that red demon. He would have rather died that day, that the wound that his sister caused had been beyond repair. But they had been able to save his sister. However the side effect was that he was saved in turn. 

His people had shunned him for his action, and as a form of apology had offered him as tribute. Now he was trapped in this bunker, in a sparse room, and be around mortals every day. With no way to be with his people or around nature ever again. 

[daniels-b-captain]

“We can’t keep him here indefinitely.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“He hates us. Fix it. We can’t keep peace with his kind while keeping their crown prince locked up like an animal.”

Danny still wasn’t sure what to make of it all. Initially she didn’t believe half of what she read in the report but after being introduced to Hellboy, Abe and Princess Nuala she had been forced to re-evaluate her entire world view - primarily by sitting fully clothed in the shower with a beer between her knees, staring at nothing while processing the existence of demons, trolls, goblins, fairies and miscellaneous. She thought a lot about why they had chosen to involve her - a geoengineer - but after talking to the princess she had her suspicions. Manning had been vague but she could read between the lines.

Taking a deep breath, she put the symbols in their allotted places to open the first part of the prisoner’s warded cell.

“Prince Nuada?” She stepped inside, studying him carefully. Such a familiar form, but so alien to her. Looks so much like his sister. “I’m Katherine Daniels. I’m aware you don’t want to talk to humans, so I’ll make myself brief then get out of your hair.” Specifically what Manny didn’t want. “If you tell me where I can get a copy of the contract between your kind and mine, and I’ll have a look at where we have broken it and what can be done to... rectify...”

A look at his face told her that her plan to keep the interactions short, professional and efficient had at least one major flaw. Him.

[stuff-from-web]

[rawrmeansmemes]

Scared Sentence Starters

“Please! Please help me!”

“Oh god, what was that?”

“The lights just went out!”

“I can’t see a thing in here.”

“I heard a noise. What was that?”

“Why are we whispering and not running?”

“Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!”

“I’m scared that we’re lost.”

“I’m so scared right now.”

“There’s nothing scary about—all of this…”

“Oh please, don’t hurt me…”

“I don’t wanna die.”

“Oh my god, what are you doing?!”

“Don’t leave me here alone!”

“Don’t go in there!’

“Wait, this is the part of the movie where someone ends up dead!!”

“The power is out and these flashlights are garbage!!”

[symbolmemes]

Send ➺to find my muse badly wounded and bleeding after a battle.

[daniels-b-captain]

continued from here || @flamekeeperbellroc​ || omg…

» 🍺 [3:35 pm]: what are you talking about?? pls don’t get weird on me 

» 🍺 [3:35 pm]: MY VOLCANO WALKED AWAY

» 🍺 [3:35 pm]: not a typo. check the news. strange readings my ass

» 🍺 [3:36 pm]: omw to the platform pls pick me up. there’s a person at the top w no protctive gear how are they even alive??

» 🍺 [3:36 pm]: u gotta drop me off at the top because i’m not climbing that thing

» 🍺 [3:38 pm]:  omg who is this

[flamekeeperbellroc]

the messages barely register at the edge of all their focus. piloting the titan is no mean feat, let alone while—managing nari, and—simple as the magic is, so too does that simplicity make it all the more imperative to avoid distraction. all they’d meant was to inform skrael of their progress, to let him know there was nothing else impeding the grim work at hand. a reflexive, ancient magic, too near to worry about normally. they hardly realize they’d sent them through the device until they’re greeted by an unknown, unintroduced reply.

it’s more of an annoyance than it should be. this close to the end, this close to balance, every failure seems cut in even sharper relief. but—

they dart their eyes up to the horizon. clear enough, strange as it is to see it double, again. no word from skrael, and nari—they feel no disturbance from her. a small, unearned mercy.

so: despite everything. they offer one in return. 

they step back from themself. feel for the device. focus their will on the source of the words, and push. 

“i know not how you heard me, human. but do not meddle.” their voice rings eerily in their ears, even though they can think of nothing in the magic that should cause it. “you come too late, to a task too great, one you cannot hope to understand. meet your end in peace. have you not caused harm enough?”

[daniels-b-captain]

Danny stares at her phone, her other hand slowing to a stop mid-way through putting on the fire retardant flight suit - the silver one will be too bulky, too difficult to move around in if the volcano itself is moving -

‘Human’?

She should probably dismiss it, probably some oddball got her number somehow, but there is something about it, something about the wording that gives her chills. Like the perspective of an angry god...

She opens the screenshots Tee sent her from the news broadcasts and zooms in as much as possible on the top of the volcano. What if-? At the platform, still waiting for Tee to show up in his helicopter - so -

>> You’re the person on top of the volcano, aren’t you?

>> You’re right, I don’t understand. But I need to.

Had they caused harm to the volcano? But there has been reports of others just recently right, a glacier in Greenland - a mountain range in Brazil - so global? Way too big to be personal, got to be ‘you’ in the largest sense. Humans.

>> If this is about the sins of humanity against nature, we got a lot to apologise for. But we can turn it around.

>> I’m coming over. Please don’t attack, I’m unarmed and I just want to talk.

>> I’m Danny. Hi.

She rereads the last of their message several more times, until she hears the telltale sound of the helicopter.

[daniels-b-captain]

continued from here || @flamekeeperbellroc​ || omg...

» 🍺 [3:35 pm]: what are you talking about?? pls don’t get weird on me 

» 🍺 [3:35 pm]: MY VOLCANO WALKED AWAY

» 🍺 [3:35 pm]: not a typo. check the news. strange readings my ass

» 🍺 [3:36 pm]: omw to the platform pls pick me up. there’s a person at the top w no protctive gear how are they even alive??

» 🍺 [3:36 pm]: u gotta drop me off at the top because i’m not climbing that thing

» 🍺 [3:38 pm]:  omg who is this