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Freya Crescent ([personal profile] lancingintherain) wrote in [community profile] snowblindrpg2015-10-10 08:50 pm

[network] @crescent; to die historic on the furry road [open]

[usually, the worst thing about waking up is remembering how hungry she is. But this morning, as Day 45 breaks cold and overcast as usual, the worst thing about waking up is remembering that last night, her friend got literally eaten by a monster.

She has to warn people. She couldn't save Mami, but maybe she can help others. So once she's mostly talked herself down from numb grief and fear, she turns on her tablet's video function. At first, it's aiming at a wooden tabletop, but she tilts it to show a drawing. For having been drawn last night in the dark in the hazy, panicky aftermath of mortal peril, it's pretty decent:



She clears her throat and starts to speak, her voice low and breaking despite her efforts to keep it steady.]


Four days ago, I was traveling with Alphonse Elric's group. We were attacked by this monster here. [a gray-furred, four-fingered hand moves into the video to tap at the top left of the picture with one sharp claw.] It was... well, if you've seen Alphonse, you know how tall he is. This one was taller. It had... light, instead of skin. Like what we see on the videos, sometimes. I'm not explaining it quite right, but... we got away.

[she swallows, then takes a shaky breath and points to the drawing on the right.]

Mami Tomoe and I—she's a young human girl; some of you have met her—we were on our own, yesterday. This monster attacked us last night. We—I tried to...

[she breaks off, planting her hand flat on the table to stop it from shaking. When she speaks again, her voice is hard.]

...It swallowed her. It ate her whole. That's what they do. Now we know.

[she points to the bottom drawing.]

It said things to me, before it—before it ate her. Spoke right into my head. "I want it"; "I am here"; I wrote down what I could remember. And there's something else. All of the other monsters I've seen have looked, well, they've looked human, or something like it. But this one... oh, it's easiest to just show it.

[the video swings dizzyingly as she picks up the tablet, and she taps on the screen to turn the camera. At once, the view of the tabletop and wall becomes a view of her very inhuman face, framed by her pale, tangled hair and large ears. Her eyes are tired, and her muzzle is streaked with dark, dried blood.]

...It looked like me. Like one of my people. But it... it ran on all fours, like an animal. ...I don't know what any of it means. But one thing's the same—and if anyone who's just arrived is watching this, you'd better listen. [her voice turns cold, and she looks straight into the camera.] If you see a monster, you run, got it? You run away as fast as you can, and get inside, and block the door. There's no fighting them. No fighting them at all.

[OOC: HOT GOLLY DAMN, there are enough threads here to feed a whole village of cute, thread-starved orphans. I'm capping the number of threads where it is. No more replies please, you beautiful people.]
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[personal profile] cloneprincess 2015-10-16 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Freya. I need you to keep calm.

[ It's a horrifying reality, but it's also the one Miranda's had two years to deal with by now, though it hurts to have their failure restated in those terms. ]

The Reapers were an enormously powerful threat designed to harvest life in our galaxy. They turned some into brainwashed servants, and others into... what people here might call zombies, but for the most part they were harvesting and not holding captives.

There's not a lot of evidence that whatever or whoever has us captive are connected to my home at all; they could just as easily be from anyone else's world, or no one's. But telepathic contact... you just need to make sure that your mind is your own. Be aware of your thoughts and where they're coming from.
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[personal profile] cloneprincess 2015-10-20 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miranda's quiet for a while as she reviews the information Freya initially posted. She's aware that she's been jumping at shadows recently - everything looks like a Reaper when it turns out they're the eternal monsters under the galaxy's bed. But it's enough to give her pause, and this information could save lives. Even if Miranda's spreading nonsense and rumors, she wants to believe she's doing something. ]

'Reaper' is something of an umbrella term. The actual Reapers - those that perform brainwashing - are sapient machines the size of starships. They tend to work through the brainwashed shock troops they create from their enemies. They look... twisted, sometimes desiccated. Usually they have some visible element of glowing circuitry, but not always.

It was the shock troops your creature reminded me of, if it's shaped the way you are.