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TDM #3
TEST DRIVE #3
The day begins as any other, you’re going about your day, living your life, when, without warning, you feel the world around you shift on its axis. You feel a great tear, welling from the depths of your soul as you are ripped from all you have known. If you’re lucky, you arrive in the wilderness of an unfamiliar world, where the language is foreign and the people are hostile. To make your escape, you must learn some language, flee, and occasionally fight, all to find your way off the floating isles you find yourself on and to the great ocean below, where rebel forces will welcome you.
If you’re unlucky, you materialize within a room full of armed guards and are quickly subdued with charged nets, stripped of your belongings, fitted with strange devices that suppress your powers and pressed into servitude. Your days are unimaginable pain and toil.
Fortunately, even in this world, there is still hope. For the denizens of this world have not given up. And it is for that dream of salvation that the Crimson Corsairs raise their flags and sail - for liberation. Perhaps you are one who has lived their entire life under the oppressive yoke of the Empire. Perhaps you have seen first hand your family and friends cut down by nobles hunting men for sport, or perhaps you have run afoul with the church and barely escaped with your life. No matter your origin, the Corsairs sail for you, for your freedom, for your life. And today, a taste of freedom will be won for all.
ARRIVAL/LIBERATION
The arid continent of Hesaeth is home to a number of major mining camps that serve the Empire. However, when word spread that the Corsairs had actually captured a camp, many of the enslaved miners fled, braving the deserts at the promise of freedom from their captors. While scant few survive, many have made it to the mine and are being quickly processed and evacuated to the Vault by the Corsairs ahead of the attack.
The battle with Lord Gundhir mostly involved Imperial forces, but he did have a number of servants with him. The Corsairs made their best effort to evacuate any servants or prisoners aboard the ship, and those prisoners too will find themselves evacuated to the Vault for safekeeping.
Unlike the rowdy Flotsam welcome many arrivals receive, the processing within the Vault is neat and orderly, with tidy lines formed and volunteers on hand to distribute food and clothing to those who need it while they wait. Normally, people cannot enter the Vault until the Corsairs determine their trustworthiness, so those who have been liberated will be taken to a large holding dormitory as they await evaluation. It’s comfortable if spartan, and the Corsairs make sure that new arrivals have access to any necessities, as well as some books and games to keep them occupied during the long hours of waiting.
EVACUATION EFFORTS
The mines and Flotsam are in absolute chaos. With the impending material attack, it’s all hands on deck to prepare ships and evacuate non-combatants and civilians. All Corsairs who are available are put to work, helping people gather at rallying points, boarding them onto ships, loading supplies, and mapping out hidden coves that the ships that break off can hide in during the majority of the violence. The amount of tasks is overwhelming, but as always, the Corsairs handle it the only way they know how - working hard and doing the best they can in the circumstances given to them.
A WICKED SURPRISE
With the Empire coming and the Corsairs deciding to fight, the secret labs of the Vault are lit with an eerie light. Here, experimentations both incredible and horrific are underway, a search for a means to fight back against the invaders as best they can. The Corsairs know they are outnumbered and outgunned, but this day their homes and their people are on the line
ARMOR TRAINING
The Corsairs have managed to capture a few Armors over the course of their battles, and if they want any hope of repelling the Imperials, they’ll need to put them to good use. Drills are being held over Flotsam with potential pilots taking turns, learning to use them as best they can. Armors technically move with the pilot, but there are a number of considerations that only experience can teach, and new pilots may find the Armors motions far more exaggerated than they might expect, which often leads to dropped weapons and faceplants on the decks of airships.
WILDCARD
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OOC
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Emery | An OC | AU
Processing in the Vault is indeed as orderly as one could wish, although at this particular moment for this particular line of enslaved miners and servants, one might wish it was going a bit faster.
When you finally get to the head of the line, you're greeted with a rather pretty looking blonde person who looks like a better fit for one of Elysium's pleasure gardens than here. He gives you and your rags a quick once over and nods.
"You need some new clothes, right?" Emery says sunnily, as if you haven't just standing in the lineup for exactly that for several minutes. "Let's see what we've got here..."
Emery rummages through a stack of clean laundry on the table in front of him, holds up a pair of pants and eyes it critically. "How about these? They're a little outdated but the color should suit you."
Not an Épée [(Over) Flotsam]
Emery doesn't have much practical experience with fighting, but he had taken some swordsmanship lessons back when he'd lived on Eiglun. His instructors had stressed the importance of it as a "gentlemanly discipline," and compared it to chess, but it seems as good a rough guideline as Emery's likely to get when he's placed behind the controls of a Schwert armor and told to get moving.
Emery leans forward slightly to examine the sword clenched in the armor's grip. Let's see, it's big and heavy... Emery shuffles the armor's feet, and then thrusts the blade of the sword forward into the air.
Too far forward. The armor overbalances and topples forward, slamming onto the airship deck with a great metallic crash.
He emerges from the armor a minute later, bruised but laughing.
Elysium Wildcard [Elysium]
With the focus on the upcoming invasion, Corsair activity in Elysium is quieter than usual. However, that shouldn't mean it's nonexistent.
Emery is currently wandering the streets of the red light district, a cloak thrown over his shoulders and head to keep his features from being readily apparent. And maybe to make it less obvious that he's new to the famous Elysium, and his attention is being pulled every which way by all the flashy amusements.
Seeing someone who's walking as if they know where they're going, Emery jogs over and taps them on the shoulder.
"Heeey~ Are you familiar with this area? I'm trying to find the Verdigris House."
He gives them a very pleasant smile.
Elysium
His approach gets her turning slightly, but he gets the shoulder tap in successfully once she sees he looks pretty harmless. Well, alright, he looks pretty and harmless.
She shakes her head, the emerald hair under her barbute swaying with the motion. "Sorry, Ah ain't too familiar with this part o'town...not quite sure where that is off the top o'my head. Gimme a second..."
Without looking away from him, her right hand goes to a pack on that hip, she rummages, and produces a folded map. Opening it (and still keeping an eye on him), she points out where they are. "Ya said the Verdigris House, right? What's that?"
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Nevertheless, Emery acts as if he doesn't notice it and cheerily moves closer to peer at the map she brings out. So that's where they are...? Then, is the Verdigris House labeled anywhere?
Her question makes him blink.
"You don't know?" Emery considers, briefly, how to phrase it, then decides it's best to be direct. "It's a brothel. I hear it's a really fancy one, too. Apparently it's called the Verdigris House because it has this grand front entrance painted in green shades."
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"...Ain't from around here." She says, carefully keeping her features neutral, if wary still, as he explains further, and mentally sighing a little internally. Yune...
"...How old are ya, kid?" Because frankly, he looks 17 or so in her eyes.
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One thing Emery has going for him is he's a good liar; his expression and tone are perfectly natural even as internally he wonders if maybe he should have subtracted a year or two from that to make it more believable. Ah well. As far as Emery's concerned, nineteen isn't that much younger than twenty-three. And certainly too old to be called kid, eesh.
Ah well. When in doubt, turn around the line of questioning and distract! "So you're not from Elysium, huh? And here I thought you might be a bouncer or something," Emery says breezily. "Come to think of it, though, you do have an accent I'm not familiar with. Where are you from?"
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Well, this isn't her first rodeo, as it were. "Ah ain't a bouncer at the moment," the woman says, and while internally there's a squeak at this talk of her accent and where she's from, her face doesn't show it other than a blink - her battlereadiness is too high for that. "Ah'm a Sentinel." Which isn't a term used by Imperials...not in the form of a title. "From around. More than that depends on who's askin'." She replies. Her accent is indeed not from Elysium; in fact, even the natives from the rural areas here don't have quite this sort of drawl.
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"A Sentinel, huh?" Emery chuckles. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that particular rank- as you might have guessed, I'm not really the military type.
"In fact, who I am?" And here, Emery gestures theatrically at himself. "I'm afraid I'm just another well-born brat from the isles above looking to enjoy some of Elysium's flowers."
And he wonders if this particular flower he's run into is a crimson variety. But what are the odds of that?
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The woman holds back a comment about guessing he's never seen a day of hard work, either, much less military service, and then there's an internal sigh at the theatricality. Castle-breds... She doesn't harbor any resentment for them, but she also doesn't understand them, generally. Not unless they were like the truly odd, wonderful ones she's served under or with.
There's a moment where she measures her words, before speaking. "...Listen, fella. Ah ain't gonna tell ya what ya do with you're money an' free time, but...you're a good lookin' guy, an' you're young. Why go lookin' to be with flowers that've already...had bees all up in 'em?"
Yune, it's hard to talk about that, and the mask falters a bit as crimson creeps into her cheeks. Absolutely nothing she can do about that! She manages to not stutter, though. "Sure ya could find yourself a nice gal who'd make a fine wife an' all, if you're as rich an' such as you're claimin'."
No offense to Mao Mao and the girls she works with, but while Nephenee pities the ones that get stuck in that life through no fault of their own, she doesn't appreciate the work of those that choose it willingly. She'll still treat them well, try to help them, and care for them, same as anyone, she just doesn't support the job.
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"Bees!" he eventually chokes out. "That's a delightful way of putting it!"
When he's finally mostly calm, Emery wipes a tear from his eye and attempts an actual explanation. "Let's just say I'm not interested in making any honey, I'm just picking flowers for the fun of it. I guess you've never tried it, huh?" He grins, wondering what a virginal woman is even doing in Elysium. "That or you had a partner who had no idea what they were doing. Picking flowers is enjoyable, it's as simple as that."
(The truth of the matter is that Emery has different business at the Verdigris House, but that's certainly not something he intends to reveal. Not unless he figures out who this woman is apart from a concerned citizen- and until then it's fine if she thinks he's a typical skirt chaser. It isn't as if he's above that sort of thing.)
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Whether it's because of how tired she truly is, or how much that embarrasses her, the battlereadiness drops enough that there's absolutely no helping the sudden rush of crimson that spreads from her cheeks to the rest of her face, even down her neck, a stark contrast to her emerald green hair and eyes.
"W-What Ah have or...h-haven't done is...none o'your business!" She stammers a little too loudly, trying to keep some of her awkwardness at bay, "an' that's a...horrible comparison when...p-pickin' flowers kills 'em!"
Well, he was wondering if he had found a crimson flower...now he has one!
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"Well it wasn't my comparison, originally," Emery says. "The most famous brothel in Elysium is called the Vale of Flowers, and it's been around longer than I have." Which is definitely at least twenty-three years, he swears.
"But! Now I'm curious." He leans forward, possibly not a good idea when Nephenee is armed. "What do you think a good comparison would be?"