#aperturesurvivor

[deathreversed]

Nier knows how to fend for herself. She’s already spent a fair amount of time with no one but Death at her side, but this is a new kind of hurt. To have something nice, a new home and new friends, only to have it all taken away is a cruelty she hasn’t yet experienced. And yet, at the same time she couldn’t allow herself to mourn this loss because of the new danger she found herself thrust into. Now, she finds herself scavenging through an abandoned kitchen for something, anything to eat while she has the chance.

When the kitchen door opens, Nier can’t suppress the gasp that escapes her lips as falls to the floor. A few cans tumble out of the cupboard after her, rolling across towards the exit.

It could be anyone. It could be one of those monsters.

“W-who’s there?” says Nier, rising to her feet. She can’t make out the intruder in the room’s darkness, but she won’t take any chances. “D-don’t come any closer!”

When she tries to take a step away from the open door, her foot only finds one of the precious cans. With another gasp, Nier falls again.

“Why does this keep happening...?” she whimpers, cradling her bruised knees. “I just needed something to eat...”

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[juumonshield]

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[errantkatana]

HAUGST ISLE //;; WHAT CRAWLS ONCE WALKED 

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ZERO REPORTING IN.  

Monsters were nothing, they weren’t men, they weren’t soldiers. Finding absolutely anything in these labs was all that he wanted and if he didn’t recognize it, he broke it. Smashed it. Stabbed it. It shouldn’t exist. None of it should with the state this island was in. Destroy it. Destroy it. Destroy it. 

He had wrecked a bed in a mental fit earlier, tearing it apart as bad memories tried to surface but found themselves short of context. So he took the bars, and has been using them like weapons since. The further away from the safe zones, the more his mind sunk. The more his humanity slipped again. 

The further away from people, the more stone cold his expression and resolve to kill anything and anyone he came across.  

Wherever he ended up, on the other side of the facility, the temperature started dropping. Why was...medical equipment..? No, chemicals, plants, things of that sort lined tables and machines. Maybe vaccines were made here. Drugs. Experiments. What he’s been looking for. 

His foot steps only barely tap on the cracked tile. Trails of dark, dried blood across the floors. The lack of precognition put him on edge, wavering his confidence when things got quieter. Scanning the walls, it almost looked like vines started to grow in from the ceiling. Flowing out from broken piping...the sound of glass breaking catches his ear, turning his head. 

Someone else is here--at the door from the other side of the room--but before he can even move, his attention is interrupted by a pillar of steam from the ceiling--enveloping him before twisted, mantis-like arms split open to four, hands at each of it’s tips cut through the cloud to quickly constrict him.  

[thelostvessel]

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‘Excuse me, have you seen any of my siblings?’

The words were signed to this creature-- the one that the Broken Vessel had recently discovered was called a “human”-- the vessel xemself looking around the park the two were standing in. Xey weren’t showing any clear signs of emotion, but in truth, they were... lonely. They had been lonely ever since leaving the Abyss, even if most of their companions down there had been the dead shells of xyr siblings rather than... well, actually alive siblings that xey could talk to.

But, given that they themself were supposed to be dead as well, perhaps their siblings could be found here after all too. It would be nice to chat with them again. Xey... honestly weren’t sure what they would do if they weren’t here, though. They didn’t want to be alone; not anymore. Not again. They couldn’t stand the mere thought of having to live somewhere unfamiliar all by themselves, potentially risking dying alone for a second time.

‘They look like me. Different shaped horns, though. And shorter.’

[strigistricken]

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“No, no, trust me- I’ve found my way through plenty of enchanted forests before.”  Once or twice, at least, but no harm in stretching the truth to a stranger, right?  The other woman had looked decidedly less lost than Eda felt.  It was quite possible she lived in this part of the city and would be able to navigate the Forest of Airaisal much easier than herself, which was exactly why she wouldn’t ask her for anything.  The witch was simply too proud to give in so easily, so she would continue to run through her route in her head, pointing lazily in a direction every time she mentioned one.  “Now let’s see...I swear I came in from that way, so going back should take me out again...but then I remember I took a left there, but it may have been a right, actually...”

[dimittere]

it is cold, lonely — sterile. darkness may be ENCROACHING his soul, clutching his heart, a part of who he is, but the dark lord he is, also too different from the environment he has landed himself. the machine before him hums with a DULL neon light, a flickering PULSATING glow from within. he can only assume that it relies on some emergency stores of power resting within the facility, perhaps the product of a generator being turned on. the words are foreign, naturally, but the sentiment, he's CLEVER enough to grasp. and the machine in question may have something of importance, if only he knew how to open it without alerting any of the beasts nearby.

ears twitch at the sounds and smells — a thickness of mould and decay and dragging appendages like the rasp of nails to chalkboard — OVERWHELMING. he could handle himself. he could handle much of what this island has to offer. it doesn't mean he has to enjoy the PROSPECT of near death experiences. he hears a pair of light footfalls to his back. someone curious perhaps? or with the great size of his form, perhaps CAUTIOUS instead. he grips the metal bar he's turned into his weapon, steely gaze meeting a similarly steely gaze. a hiss of annoyance; he doesn't want his incompetence to be TELEGRAPHED any more than he wants to combat any of those things lurking outside. but for the moment, the pair seems to be STUCK together. delightful.

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[fogfiend]

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“......”

Well, he was holding a conversation with his Persona, right up until some stranger showed up. Adachi glances up at Magatsu-Izanagi, who merely continues to stare at the stranger. The tension is getting a little thick, so he decides to break the settling silence.

“He doesn’t bite,” says the ex-inmate, taking another swig of warm coffee from the can he’s holding in one hand. “Kinda can’t, anyway. No mouth.” Adachi looks out to the cliff, staring back into the abyss. Savior’s Abyss always seems to beckon to him when he’s feeling down.

“Don’t go telling people about him, alright? Last thing I need is for this to get out to certain people who may or may not be in this city.”

[isolaradiale]

Requested changes have been made, apping Chell from Portal. App can be found on tab 03.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Chell!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 204.

You’ll be given a pair of moon shoes and will retain a miniaturized companion cube.

-- mod altair.