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Did you want to test your characters? Do you want something that you can use for an RP sample without digging up an old thread? Well, here you have it. Pick one or multiple prompts below or, if you want, make a prompt of your own. Just be sure to tag around so that everyone gets plenty of exposure.

1: Explosions in space! Space Bandits attacked the space colony everyone was visiting! Dozens of fighters and mobile armors fly through space, locked in deadly combat. Are you among those battling to save lives? Or are you watching from the windows, praying everything will be safe?

2: Explosions underground! You were part of a trading party, exchanging supplies with an underground penal colony when alien animals burrowed through the walls and started assaulting convict and Confederation member alike! What are you going to do?

3: Explosions over the city! The Colosseum is shooting off fireworks as part of a concert or a sporting event! Are you watching in the crowd, a main attraction, or watching the bright colors from the city?

4: Explosions on an asteroid! You're either observing, guarding, or mining an asteroid! It's rather dull, save for the explosions that rock the ground under your feet. It looks like it'll continue to be just as slow, but... was that something moving in the shadows there?

5: Explosions on a space station! As you approached a research station, you receive a distress signal! Fire's broken out and their systems aren't up to spec! Can you do anything? Are you a part of a scouting crew or out for a joyride in your new yacht? And is this an accident, or something more sinister?

6: Explosions at the gym! Explosive competition! Swimming, weightlifting, running, boxing, someone has just challenged you! Whether they know it or not, you're going to do your best to show them up.

7: Explosions in the past! A star has died! The Fleet is flying through the nebula it left behind, with swirls of beauty as far as the eye can see. If you're the type, you can watch it all you like.

8: Explosions on the road! Most of the traffic on the Teuberg is computer controlled, but some young showoff took his off the grid and promptly caused a wreck! Traffic has been backed up for almost half an hour now, with no way out for you and the people in your vehicle. Are you close enough to see if anyone needs help? Or are you just stuck with people who are as late for their appointments as you are?

9: Explosions in the marketplace! Explosive bargains! You're in a trading hub, surrounded by stalls of all kinds selling every type of merchandise you can imagine! Luckily, you've got enough money to handle a few purchases here. Will you buy one of those daggers on display? An incense burner? Some alien fruit? Or maybe you're on the run from the corrupt guards? Or perhaps you're the one doing the chasing, did someone just steal your wallet?

10: Explosions in your mind! The explosive inspiration that drives this world! Make up your own prompt!

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[2]

That was one ugly bug, was Maya's first thought. At the very least, it was spiderant ugly. Maybe not varkid ugly. Definitely not thrasher ugly. But still very much ugly. And just as deadly as the aforementioned horrors as well. She didn't really have much time to react, but a Vault Hunter rarely did, and give this fell under her job's parameters, she was already on the attack.

"Hold still...," Maya grunted to herself, lifting her hand as the strange tattoos on her arm and neck glowed an ethereal cyan briefly before a flash of light burst out from her hand, and one of the creatures soon found itself suspended in a bubble of energy.

Maya raised her gun, ready to fire.

[7]

Maya had spent the entire trip from the abbey to Pandora in a windowless pod, having never even thought to look out into the stars she was passing by. Even the nights on Pandora couldn't compare to what she was witnessing now. Her eyes were wide and her mouth seemingly unable to close, the young woman becoming a child again in her awe of the beauty of the heavens. She nearly stumbled over the railing in the observation area during her reverie, likely bumping into the nearest person in the process of recovering herself.

"S-sorry, I was, um... distracted..." To say the least.

Edited 2014-01-20 05:19 (UTC)

Figured that out myownself.

[But she nods and leans back, turning her attention to the corridor and watching for bugs, still with her finger close to the trigger.]

I'm not the only one of us should be getting out of here. Pretty sure this place is gonna be overrun before too long.

[Del will err on the side of politeness and not mention that, from her perspective, Pinoko is liable to get eaten pretty quick if that happens.]

[Nimuwiil isn't here to watch the dead star. He can't—he simply doesn't have good-enough eyesight for it, and it's all so vast that he can feel only the barest traces of its Song, little enough to be mostly drowned out by the hum of life of the Fleet.

No, he's here to watch the people, which is why there's a metal-plated dolphin with tentacles tucked into one corner of the observation area, though the sleek metal of the suit is marred by crude patches and welds in places. Between his own sonar, his suit's scanning abilities, and his potent telepathic ability, he can sense the whole ebb and flow of life around... and probably for the next few decks up and down besides.

And then his mind brushes against the Doctor's. A sudden flush of curiosity comes with it, and a surge of attention. The thought shares itself as a mental map painted in all the shades of sunlight under the water on an autumn day when the flutterseeds of the trees at the edge of the river delta have started falling, with himself and the Doctor as bright tones. It's clearly an invitation, to talk or something else.]

Not even stopping to question what Maya just did, the moment that...that thing was trapped, Mirys began to act. The surrounding area made a number of her preferred Techniques—like all of her lightning-based ones—particularly unsafe to use in this situation, but she still had some options.

"Of course it's a damned bug," she muttered, "as if I didn't see enough of these back on Ragol." Mothmants were rather small in comparison to this thing, really, but annoying and dangerous all the same.

She first began with an almost unnecessarily-aggressive torrent of what may very well be a series of icicle missiles, with the intent to skewer the god only knows what out of it. If it somehow broke free of that bubble during the assault, she had her own ways of restraining it, and if that didn't work out, she had one other idea she really hoped she wouldn't have to try down here.

[And Pinoko was erring on the side of politeness and not mention that she wasn't hurt and therefore could run faster than the people that were. Besides, being tiny meant that the spacebugs might go after the people that were bigger before they'd go after her. Maybe.]

I can't say that I disagree with you there. Where did the bugs all come from? And what do bugs need with teeth?

[An efficient wrapping of some bandages, and Pinoko smiled at her handiwork.]

You're all set. Be careful! Once you're away from the spacebugs you're probably going to want to stay off of that leg for a few days!

[There was a very small part of her that said she should be asking for some sort of payment, but she quashed that. Helping people in emergencies was a lot different than idiots coming in asking for elective surgery in the middle of the night. Even the Doctor was a little more lax when it came to stuff like this. So it would be okay if she didn't get paid.]

[4]

[Mines. Mines were everywhere on Pandora. Owned by Hyperion. The ones owned by Dahl were gone. Krieg wasn't sure if he actually remembered the mines on Pandora or if those were false memories created by things he had overheard.

Krieg was supposed to be guarding the mine, but he had lost interest in that awhile ago. Now he seemed more interested in the earthquakes, quite familiar with the sensation due to the aforementioned mining operations on Pandora. No matter where he went, not much was different.]

[This isn't Pandora. We're safe from Hyperion here, but there's other problems. Stay alert.]

Shut up shut up SHUT UP! [He was yelling at no one...No one that anyone else could hear, anyway.] I'LL BATHE IN THE BLOOD OF EVERYONE! I CAN HANDLE THIS! [The shifting of shadows turned his attention away from his inner voice of sanity. He raised his buzzaxe in a threatening manner and screamed into the shadows:] I CAN HANDLE YOU, TOO!

[2]

[It was anyone's guess why Krieg was brought along on this mission. Prison environments made him nervous. Too familiar for his liking. Many of the memories related to his torture were fractured and only came in flashes.]

[Stay calm. This isn't Pandora. Hyperion can't get us here.]

Can't catch me! CAN'T CATCH ME! [His eye twitched slightly at his screamed, leading to stares from the accompanying team. Maybe he did belong with the prisoners.

As the goods were handed over, a familiar scratching noise came to his ears. Attack. Attack? ATTACK!]

[Keep them safe. You know what to do.]

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[Krieg didn't say anything, as he was too distracted himself. The stars from Pandora were too distant to be anything more than bright spots in the sky.

And then he noticed who had bumped into him. He took a step back, mostly out of this weird fear he still hung onto. Well, not really weird, as anyone he called an ally could kill him given a moment's notice.]

[Share this with her. And for the love of everything, don't use the word "poop".]

A painted sky is better than toilet graffiti. [...Oh, you're listening to me now.] [And it almost made sense, too.]

Someone's gone and cordoned off an entire Olympic-size-plus swimming pool, not to mention set up all sorts of weird-looking scanning equipment.

The "why" gets a bit clearer when the metal-suited cetacean with tentacles makes an appearance, flanked by a practical legion of curious medical and scientific staff. In a slow but surprisingly graceful process the suit mostly disassembles itself somehow, and the creature underneath slides into the water, girded in only an under-framework of sleek metal.

The creature, whatever it is, looks something like a dolphin with extra fins and with tentacles fringing its snout, and with soft shimmery patterns painted or tattooed onto its hide. It's also obviously been badly hurt—that sleek hide is spotted with old and fresh scars and, less eye-catching but more pervasive, broad and multiple bruises from vacuum exposure.

It seems like the injuries haven't hurt its swimming ability any, though, as anyone in the area gets to see it whirl and dive through the pool (not to mention getting to watch the medical and science crew ooh and aah at their gear). Get too close and you might get splashed when it vaults itself up twenty feet out of the water and crashes back down.

Couldn't have bumped into a handsomer guy too. The enigmatic old dude known as The Preacher is grizzled and blind. He catches her by the arm before she can barrel into him or over the edge though, and he's surprisingly strong for an old hobo, with precise control of his muscles.

"What do you see out there?" He asks in a very raspy voice.

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But I do not have a hand.

[The voice comes from a small box attached to one of the crudely-repaired sections of the armor the alien tentacled space dolphin is wearing. The voice is cool and amiable enough that it could take a moment to realize it was intended as a gentle joke.]

2.

Nothing in my contract mentioned playing exterminator!

[A firm boot plant isn't going to cut it as evident of the gargled screaming from the unlucky saps closest to the walls. Three rounds later, Jake's not so sure guns are going to cut it with one probably dead and another pissed off as they scuttle in mass towards the larger group.

He hates bugs, not because of this, but twelve months of playing cop and robber with J'avo was insect ridden enough. Another round puts a stray one down and the rest of his magazine is spent chewing away at the approaching mass.]

Fall back and keep from the walls!

[His left arm waves to pull toward him and the other guards. How many of them understand is beyond him, but he's placing what little faith he's got into their common sense. A magazine lower leaves him with three in all, his pistol making a mechanical click as he slides a fresh one in. There's not enough rounds on him to kill them all or take out much of a chunk, but it'll buy time that'll he'll use to think of something.

Somehow.]

9.

[Apples aren't a common commodity in space. There are fruit stands or whatever passes for a fruit stand around there, but no fruit he recognizes. Hell, there isn't much around he does recognize other than firearms and short blades.

The sort of things that make this place shady. He breaths deep and checks for his wallet again. For all intents and purposes, Jake is a tourist there and tourist are easy prey for pickpockets.]

Hey, you. [In his approach his arms unfold doing nothing to make him less rough looking.] Have you seen any apples around here?

"Shut the foxtrot up, pendejo!" Cassie snapped at poor, shellshocked Krieg. She hefted her Federated M42 rifle, clicked the safety off. She was hearing whatever that clicking noise was too.

"Get the delegates back! Something's in the wa-" she never got to finish that statement as something with too many eyes and teeth burst through them, barreling her slight frame backwards, making her roll backwards into a crouch.

The poor ice missiles never stood a chance. Less than a split second after the pierced the creature, there was another flash, accompanied by intense heat. Fire, lightning, acid, and a strange purple sludge spread out from the explosion, covering all the other creatures and causing them to squeal out in a cacophony of unholy noise. They didn't like it.

"Sorry about your ice. I'll try to time it so I don't melt them before they hit a target," Maya called out, NOW firing her smg into the fray, the bullets seeming to also light the bugs on fire. One could gather from the concept of how her powers were working that the term 'overkill' just flat never occurred to Maya when she decided how to tune her Siren abilities.

[Pendejo. That was the word Salvador shouted at things he killed sometimes. Krieg knew it wasn't a good word to be called.

Shellshocked nothing. When it came to killing things, he was second to none. He pulled out not a gun, but his buzz axe. With a loud, guttural scream, he jumped onto the creature and brought his weapon down into its carapace, a loud crunch echoing through the area. He pulled the axe out again and brought down harder, sending viscera flying back onto himself.]

HAHAHAHAHA, YOU MAKE ME VOMIT! [He turned to Cassie, his eye twitching.] BUG FOOD.

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She understood his flinch. She wasn't offended by it. After all, sudden movements around Krieg were generally a bad idea. Still... she closed the distance between them again, this time more slowly and deliberately.

"Yeah... It's beautiful. Never saw anything like this before. My one time 'enjoying' space travel was just a tiny stasis capsule between Athena and Pandora, so... I missed out on all of this."

Immediately, for better or worse, he reminded him of the older monks from the abbey. The ones that, usually, never spoke. And carried with them a glint of disapproval at just about everything. She pulled her arm away, slowly, staring at him only briefly before turning her gaze back to the heavens.

"A touch of the gods, if I were to speak poetically... Color, light, all the stuff they tell you about at the space hub bars. I've never gotten to see it myself until now."

[She's opening up. Don't say anything stupid. She's our best chance at normalcy. I know you know that much.]

Pandora is the only filthy stinkhole that's home enough to be home. Blank sky, empty sky, BORING SKY. No paint, no blood, nothing to see. NOTHING. [He's surprisingly coherent, for once, even with his volume control problems.]

Krieg, they will fire us if you say that where they can hear it.

-Maya sighed. She could handle his exclamations of desire to murder in mass because SHE knew it wasn't serious. Everyone else? Well, the miners didn't look at him as they passed by for a reason.-

Also, I think that's a rat... a space rat...

You're right. It's not much to look at... Still. It could be worse. -She turned her head to regard him, smiling.- I found some pretty good people, after all, among all the filth.

Edited 2014-01-20 06:31 (UTC)

Dor-o-thee?

[The accent is spot-on, but the pronunciation of the name is subtly wrong... a good indicator of a well-made translator being used by someone with no familiarity with the phonemes of the language foreign to them.

The part where it's apparently an alien dolphin in a tentacled suit of armor doing the talking explains that pretty well, really.

At least it's not any worse than some of the absurdities Janeway's already had to deal with.]

If a car could ever emanate the feeling of being given a deadpan stare, it would be Prowl at this very moment.

He doesn't appear to find the situation or her answer to be amusing at all. In fact, he probably would have shifted back if he weren't convinced it'd only exacerbate the situation. So he'll just draw a line at talking car.

"Do I really need to give you the run down of proper Autobot protocol among other species?"

Because he will. The longform version, too.

[She's right. She's always right.] WELL EXCUSE ME, PRINCESS. [Hey, he liked to be feared. He was used to people not looking at him, anyway.

As for the rat...]

Kill it, grind its bones!

And here I thought people would think I was weird for being humbled and stunned by the sight of it all... -She couldn't help but laugh. That childlike awe, a touch of the religious experience... it mirrored her own experience.-

But it just makes me think... I never want to be so used to this that I take for granted how gorgeous it really is. I mean, look around you. People are walking by as if there's nothing there. And here I am... and you, I guess... sitting here, looking into the heavens as if we've just seen the work of a god. What a couple of bumpkins... -Yet she finds herself saying it affectionately.-

I'm not letting you eat space rat, Krieg. -If... that was what he meant. Sometimes she couldn't tell.-

Huh. Well. Okay, she hadn't expected that, but she could work around it. Not to mention that bugs generally deserved any overkill they got, or at least that was what the Force thought. Judging by the amount of fire Maya was laying on it in such a short time, she probably shared that sentiment.

"Don't worry about it, I've got other tricks up my sleeve," she responded while changing her tactic from throwing ice to throwing her own form of questionably-purple stuff. It was more like a fireball than anything, except it gave off no heat of its own, and on contact it exploded not into flames or even a normal explosion, but a short-ranged yet particularly painful pulse of energy, adding injury to, well, injury.

She unfortunately didn't have any actual fire to add to that, having never learned how to use Foie or any of its variants. Otherwise, she likely would have.

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