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you will help me commit treason and you are going to like it

Sigh. Just seconds after she catches his voice, the stress is getting to her already. ❝So you wanna change things up for the Foundation’s sake, right? The entire world’s? I think it’d be better to call it a ‘ revolution ’ instead of treason, if you’re recruiting people… Gimme the details first. Who are the people involved, how you’re going to do it, and why you’re the best fit for replacing Madame Lusamine.❞

#aetherintern #[ ' Transmission Received. ' ; ask ]#( o shit faba's got her listening )

❝So it’s wrong for me to go out into the universe accompanied by a bunch of capable adults, all of us having been trained for at least a couple years... but it’s more acceptable for a kid to walk into the wild with little training and just the bare necessities, who later becomes the only person fighting a team of baddies when they probably didn’t ask for it?❞

#[ ' Transmission Received. ' ; ask ]#[ ' Unidentified. ' ; anon ]

△ + what made you join the urs, did you want to?

For once, Zossie opts not to answer right off the bat. Brows furrow in concentration, lips press into a thin line —the child had just come to the conclusion that, wow, she needs to actually ponder over this one… the first half, at least.

The daughter and only child of two decorated Recon veterans, both academy graduates at the top of their class and discharged after more than a decade of invaluable service —was there ever any doubt their beloved Zossie would follow in their footsteps? Did she ever have a say in the matter when everyone expected her accomplishments to match ( hell, even surpass ) those of her parents? The notion is already rendered void by the fact that she always aspired to be like them from the get-go, yet she can’t help but entertain the what-ifs of her early childhood ( back when she was capable of imagining herself as something other than an officer ).

Besides the hopes of the adults around her, what other influences solidified her career choice?

She hazily recalls her first stroll through the city’s shopping district, eyes fixed on a recruitment ad displayed on a skyscraper’s tele-screen, screaming in dazzling blue and white lettering, “The Ultra Recon Squad: Lighting the Path to a Better Future” ; however, it is the accompanying images, as brief as they were, that she ingrained in her memory —images from expeditions of distant worlds most Megalopolitans would never have the privilege of seeing for themselves.

Forests, grasslands, tundras, and oceans teeming with activity. Starry nights and sunny days. Skies of cloudy gray and red and orange, or clear blue and pink and violet. Colorful, lively, ‘ All unknown to our planet, yet what must have once been. ‘

Zossie’s curiosity only blossomed from then on, its rapid growth fostered by her parents’ photos, books, and stories. With every vivid detail, her dream grew more and more certain —yes, there was pressure on her to pursue a career in the URS, but her decision would ultimately be made of her own free will.

❝Mom and Dad, the things they collected from their experiences —I joined ‘cause of them and ‘cause I wanted to, more than anything.❞ A single nod follows, reaffirming her answer. ❝I just had to see what they saw, to feel what they felt, but I was very impatient. I didn’t wanna wait ‘til I was older, so I asked them to let me quit school and sign up right away. Dunno how I made it into the academy at such a young age —❞ ( maybe because her parents had friends in high places ) —❝but no regrets at all! My parents once said that until I came along, their years in the Squad were the best years of their lives, and I’ve found out why! It’s not just the beautiful worlds you get to visit, but also the strong bonds you make with your comrades through your shared goals and experiences!

Like for example, you tend to become fast friends with people after running for your lives from a couple of angry Guzzlords, then brainstorming together to calm them down and get ‘em home!❞

#[ ' Unidentified. ' ; anon ]#[ ' Transmission Received. ' ; ask ]#[ ' Personnel Files. ' ; headcanon ]#( wow i got good questions from that ask meme )#( thank you to those who sent something in ! )

thelovelyseas

Cyanea capillata (Lion’s mane) by Alexander Semenov

#[ ' further study required. ' ; interests ]

△ do you see yourself being captain one day?

❝Noppeeeee!❞ Despite answering in the negative, it is spoken with the utmost confidence and a beaming grin upon her face. ❝Cap’n Phyco is the best man for the job —always has been and always will be! The whole Squad’s his family and he always does his best for us, so I like to think he’s not ever leaving!❞ Zossie seems poised to ramble on about her commander, but a moment spent reflecting on her word choice compels her to change course and remedy them ( they came out kinda wrong, a bit too ominous ). ❝Ahaha, scratch that —he probably wants to be in charge for a very long time! At least that’s my hope!

But if he decides to retire? If I’m somehow chosen to be Cap’n one day, even though there are many candidates more qualified than me?❞ The mere thought of such a scenario is enough to dampen her mood —as the corners of her smile tug downward, a frown begins to steadily take its place. ❝I dunno, it sounds like a whole lotta work, and I don’t mean the kind of work I do right now. I’m talking about the piles and piles of paperwork, the constant arguing with other powerful peeps over priorities, the mandatory meetings with HQ… But if Dulse and Soliera get to be my lieutenants, I know everything will be fine!❞

And with that simple declaration, she’s back in high spirits.

#[ ' Unidentified. ' ; anon ]#[ ' Transmission Received. ' ; ask ]

justintaco

#[ ' introspection. ' ; musings ]#( the entire urs probably )

kira-vera

Incoming! Here comes the Ultra Recon Squad!

#[ ' best squad. ' ; urs ]#[ ' album. ' ; visuals ]

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Zossie (while Mantine Surfing): Hey Phyco! Watch me do the “Grumpy Dulse!”

Dulse: Stop naming moves after me!

Zossie: “Everyone’s an idiot except for me.”

Dulse: Well, it’s true.

#[ ' Introspection. ' ; musings ]

△ “is what exactly are you?”

❝Isn’t it obvious?❞ Her rhetorical question is fired back with a lighthearted tone. ❝I’m a human, y’know, just like you! Well, except I come from another world so I have to be a human alien in your eyes, and you would be an alien in mine… plus different environments, different situations. Unlike yours, my ancestors had to adapt to survive without natural light and in super low temperatures, which means your world’s humanity and mine are biologically different. The composition of our blood and bones, our perception of the five senses, even our circadian rhythms changed over time to suit our needs! Consider me an ‘ alternate-universe human species ‘, if you will!

One outta ten, not a question that bothered me at all!❞

#galaxiastheos #[ ' Transmission Received. ' ; ask ]

lcdyberlitz

@zassiie liked for a starter

Platinum couldn’t quite remember how she’d gotten here, or what this place was, exactly. A lot of the past few hours before she’d ended up here were a bit of a blur, but she could make her own guesses as to how it happened. Similar to how she ended up going to the Distortion World, curiosity was always quick to get the better of her. Especially when it came to other planes of reality, or different dimensions. She was a researcher after all, it was part of the job description to work like this

But at any rate, she didn’t need as much time to adjust her eyes as she thought she would… Why was it so dark around here? Where was this? And how was she supposed to get back home?

zassiie

The world beyond the walls was a cruel and bleak one ---a frozen wasteland roamed only by Ultra Beasts, those strange beings that had swarmed and inherited the rest of the planet after its former overlords were brought to ruin. Who could blame the Megalopolitans for believing they represented the last of their kind, when URS expeditions conducted over the course of hundreds of years failed to detect the slightest hint of non-UB presence ( even in the farthest corners of the globe )? As with her parents, her grandparents, her great-grandparents, and the other dozens of generations preceding hers, Zossie had been raised with that exact belief, to instill within her a sense of obligation to the Megalopolis above all else.

...So when her vision briefly picks up movement from a human figure outside the walls ( a non-Megalopolitan human, an outside survivor ), it requires all the willpower she could muster to refrain from shrieking in joy right then and there. One moment she was idly gazing into the dark as if she was expecting something to emerge from it, and the next she’s snapped to full attention, mind scrambling to comprehend whatever the hell it is she just set her eyes upon. To think her mundane stroll atop the wall would conclude with a historical moment ---the first non-Megalopolitan sighted since the Great Collapse, the first bit of proof that non-UB life is indeed holding on outside the Megalopolis ---this, this can not be real, the child repeats to herself in shuddering breaths ( but Arceus, does she hope she’s proven wrong ). She hastily stumbles over to the side of the wall and clenches the railing, body craning forward in a vain attempt to get a closer look.

Then she reluctantly blinks. Still there, that person hasn’t vanished. Blink, eye rub, blink. Yep, definitely still there. Her head turns to the left and right of her ---nobody else in this sector but her, nobody to reassure her that her mind’s playing some trick and she’s falling hook, line, and sinker ( whether or not that should be a relief, she can’t really say ). Only one last thing she could do now, then it’s time to head home, directly to bed.

❝Check for humanoid presence,❞ she whispers without realizing how her voice trembles in anxiety. The helmet’s visor takes only a second to acknowledge, another to confirm ---

And Zossie’s remaining composure shatters in an instant.

❝Excuse me!!! Yes, you there, don’t you dare run away ---stay right where you are!!! You’re a survivor from the outside, right?! I-Impossible, but you can’t be one of us so you have to be!! Right?! So where are you from, how many are with you, how long were you out there and just where’ve you been all this time ---!!!❞

#lcdyberlitz #[ v ; tbd ]#( thanks for the starter ! )#( it's all good ; no need to change anything )#( first thread in zossie's own homeland. nice )#( she'll be so disappointed to realize platinum isn't actually from this world )#( not an outside survivor like she hoped )

the-write-ideas

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

#[ Mod Log ; OOC ]#[ ' Games. ' ; meme ]#( doesn't need to be intended as invasive either )#( so innocent ques work )

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THE EXPANSE 4.09 Saeculum (2019)

#[ ' Introspection. ' ; musings ]

aetherintern‌:

A brow was cocked dubiously. With every step she took back, Faba would persistently follow forward. His expression lightened, a far cry to the manic face he had before. “ D-Do not misunderstand! What I’m doing i-is right! “ Jittery. Stuttering. Words of a conflicted man. She just doesn’t understand…

Everyone. doesn’t understand.

“ Even if you possess the kind of technology that outclasses my world, you are still but a mere child in the grand scheme of things! Your group witnessed firsthand how conceited President Lusamine can be, yes? T-This is not treason! It’s for the greater good! I will accomplish such a reality-changing task that will also give me the respect I rightfully deserve, and you. will. assist. me. “ He was inching forward, both hands dug deep in his pockets to reach for one of his… Ultra Balls, just in case.

❝Hey, HEY.❞ Panic still rising, her boots skid backward across the floor ( faster and faster ) in an effort to maintain some semblance of a safe distance ---do not trip over yourself now. ❝If you’re so sure your plan’s for the greater good, how ‘bout letting me just, um, come around? Maybe give me a day or a week or a year to think it over, y’know ---talk it over with my buddies and bosses?❞ Her eyes start to shift constantly between his face and his hands buried within the lab coat ---no doubt he’s concealing something, some kind of a threat ( embedded within her brain was the lesson, “Don’t wait or hesitate“ )... then again, his hands could be cold, who knows.

But she resolves on this occasion, that the pleasure of making the first move will be his. If she so much as glimpses a motion of a withdrawal from his pockets, the poor man will personally experience just how vicious children can be.

❝And I gotta quick question... What makes you think you have a chance to control Necrozma? When my folks back home fought to do that for centuries, even with our state-of-the-art tech? When your own Prez totally failed hard?❞

#aetherintern #( oh god he's not gonna calm down )#( he's gonna end up cornering a potential feral child ... )#( hope the ' greater good ' is worth it )