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revivalproject2021-10-09 10:25 pm
theirondragon) wrote in revivalproject2021-10-09 10:25 pm
Arrival Log & A Network Transmission
WHO: The Iron Bull (theirondragon) and you
WHERE: The Fountain
WHAT: Arrival
WHEN: Saturday - Afternoon
WARNINGS: Bull is Bull, will warn as necessary.
The disorientation wore off faster than he would have thought possible. Looking around the place, it was kind of a shit hole, truth be told, but a vaguely familiar one. He couldn't quite put his finger on it as he stood, casting an intimidating shadow of muscles and horns, but the place just felt like he'd seen it before. It was like a dream, though, fleeting and dodgy any time he tried to focus on it. Instead, he followed his gut, which was telling him to touch that shiny thing over there. It was a weird dichotomy, honestly. His gut said to touch it, and his instinct told him it was probably magic or some other technological weird crap and that it would probably do something to him.
He touched it. His instincts were right. Agrii sounded familiar, too, and in that weird, half-dream sense as much as what the orb shoved into his head. That wasn't weird. That had happened a lot, he was pretty sure of it, but the big guy still shook his head, a hand on his forehead.
"Shit."
It was a lot, alright?
\\NETWORK - later\\
[The video feed comes on to show a grey-skinned man with sharp features, dark stubble, a scarred face with a fetching leather eyepatch (well, it at fetching according to at least one person who mattered), and what looked to be some hefty horns coming off his head. It was hard to tell their size from the feed, but they were definitely there.
He grins at the feed before he speaks, but it's a casual, good-natured thing. His voice is deep, too, earthy and rough. He speaks slowly like he has all the time in the world.]
Hey, folks. I just showed up, but I get the idea that's happened to a lot of you guys. I'm The Iron Bull. Any tips for the new guy? I'm open to all of it. Why don't we start with where to get a drink?
((OOC: For those of you continuing his TDM threads, responses are below from the latest tag!))
theirondragon) and youWHERE: The Fountain
WHAT: Arrival
WHEN: Saturday - Afternoon
WARNINGS: Bull is Bull, will warn as necessary.
The disorientation wore off faster than he would have thought possible. Looking around the place, it was kind of a shit hole, truth be told, but a vaguely familiar one. He couldn't quite put his finger on it as he stood, casting an intimidating shadow of muscles and horns, but the place just felt like he'd seen it before. It was like a dream, though, fleeting and dodgy any time he tried to focus on it. Instead, he followed his gut, which was telling him to touch that shiny thing over there. It was a weird dichotomy, honestly. His gut said to touch it, and his instinct told him it was probably magic or some other technological weird crap and that it would probably do something to him.
He touched it. His instincts were right. Agrii sounded familiar, too, and in that weird, half-dream sense as much as what the orb shoved into his head. That wasn't weird. That had happened a lot, he was pretty sure of it, but the big guy still shook his head, a hand on his forehead.
"Shit."
It was a lot, alright?
\\NETWORK - later\\
[The video feed comes on to show a grey-skinned man with sharp features, dark stubble, a scarred face with a fetching leather eyepatch (well, it at fetching according to at least one person who mattered), and what looked to be some hefty horns coming off his head. It was hard to tell their size from the feed, but they were definitely there.
He grins at the feed before he speaks, but it's a casual, good-natured thing. His voice is deep, too, earthy and rough. He speaks slowly like he has all the time in the world.]
Hey, folks. I just showed up, but I get the idea that's happened to a lot of you guys. I'm The Iron Bull. Any tips for the new guy? I'm open to all of it. Why don't we start with where to get a drink?
((OOC: For those of you continuing his TDM threads, responses are below from the latest tag!))
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Funny thing about worlds. They keep turning even if people who think they can move them die off.
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In that you are completely correct. Making the same person over doesn't really help the planet learn and grow. Though...
[He is certain that his planet can die.]
Perhaps the world will recover on its own. But not for a long time.
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[He's starting to get an idea about what the other him Reeve knew saw in the guy. He's got heart.]
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Alas, as a human and mortal, there is only so much time in my life. I want to achieve this the best I can.
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[He shrugged, though. What does he know?]
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[And there's the core of it for Reeve. The WRO and all he was making there, it was for the hope that it would continue after he was gone.]
All I can do is hope that the changes I've made and the progress I work toward is for something.
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That's all anybody can hope for, Reeve.
[He breathed a sigh.]
Kinda like what we're supposed to do here, right?
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Sounds like it. I'll do what I can.
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