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420blazeit) wrote2019-04-09 12:08 pm
420blazeit) wrote2019-04-09 12:08 pm
🎮 INBOX.
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I'm not here right now,
but leave a message and I'll get back to you asap!
♥ D.Va"
I'm not here right now,
but leave a message and I'll get back to you asap!
♥ D.Va"
I bet we could totally attach a para-sail to this thing and catch some air if we gun it on the freeway.
Can you imagine if someone looked to the sky and saw a parasailing shark truck? They’d have a heart attack!
I was thinking it could pull us, not the other way round.
But holy crap, dude, you're right. Could you imagine if this thing got up in the air?
But holy crap, dude, you're right. Could you imagine if this thing got up in the air?
...oh. [ laughs. ] I mean that's a possibility too!
But if we got a big enough one, then, I mean, anything's possible, right?
[ when they reach the amusement park she's careful to try and squeeze past the gate, which, well, she can't actually do, so OOPS there it goes. it falls over, but she promises to try to set it upright before they leave. ]
If we're going to be dragging a mountain out of here it was going to be in the way anyway.
But if we got a big enough one, then, I mean, anything's possible, right?
[ when they reach the amusement park she's careful to try and squeeze past the gate, which, well, she can't actually do, so OOPS there it goes. it falls over, but she promises to try to set it upright before they leave. ]
If we're going to be dragging a mountain out of here it was going to be in the way anyway.
...you think we're gonna need cement or something to stand it back up?
Nah. We can grab a few extra set pieces and use that to lean it up against.
You sure that's gonna be enough?
...I mean, I guess if we get stuff that's heavy enough.
...I mean, I guess if we get stuff that's heavy enough.
If push comes to shove we can get some cement and fix it for real.
...okay.
Okay, cool.
It's just, I wrecked part of this place once, and Intensity was real pissed. Kinda wanna make sure it gets back together, after.
Okay, cool.
It's just, I wrecked part of this place once, and Intensity was real pissed. Kinda wanna make sure it gets back together, after.
[ tilts her head. ]
Oh yeah? What happened? [ she takes a bit more care when taking the truck through the remainder of the park, so hurricane doesn't have to worry about getting screamed at. ]
See anything we can take?
Oh yeah? What happened? [ she takes a bit more care when taking the truck through the remainder of the park, so hurricane doesn't have to worry about getting screamed at. ]
See anything we can take?
Just dumb stuff. Something something, derailed a roller coaster car. I figured it'd be cool to ask him for help picking up the pieces, but, uh. Turns out, not so much.
...nothing yet. Pretty sure that's just the coaster.
...nothing yet. Pretty sure that's just the coaster.
Sorry he got twisted. I guess we should be careful.
But I feel like if I fucked up he's the one I'd ask, so good to know.
Maybe we should hop out and travel on foot? Come back to the truck when we find something?
But I feel like if I fucked up he's the one I'd ask, so good to know.
Maybe we should hop out and travel on foot? Come back to the truck when we find something?
Works for me.
...maybe we shoulda got a park map or something.
...maybe we shoulda got a park map or something.
... [ points at him. ]
That sounds like an excellent idea.
[ parks the truck and hops out. ]
Now if only there was a map to the map.
That sounds like an excellent idea.
[ parks the truck and hops out. ]
Now if only there was a map to the map.
They usually got em at the entryway, right? Or like the visitor center or whatever.
Let's get looking.
[ eventually finds a creepy dog thing toward the front with a bunch of maps in its hand. she grabs on and passes it to hurricane, grabbing one for herself straight after. ]
Alright, what have we got here.
[ eventually finds a creepy dog thing toward the front with a bunch of maps in its hand. she grabs on and passes it to hurricane, grabbing one for herself straight after. ]
Alright, what have we got here.
[Peers down at the map.]
...man. Maybe they just don't got any mountains.
...man. Maybe they just don't got any mountains.
Edited 2020-01-11 17:07 (UTC)
It doesn't look like it... hm.
Well we're definitely not leaving empty handed.
Well we're definitely not leaving empty handed.
[ she is one of the first few out, by some miracle, and so she's able to storm the fuck out of the game tower in her armor without encountering many other people. her fists clench and unclench at her sides as she tries to keep from thinking about the hallucination, but it's stuck on loop in her head, replaying over and over and over and over and over and over and... she stops dead in her tracks, her entire body trembling. ]
[ cr-ACK. she smacks herself. ]
Get a hold of yourself, [ and then she starts walking again. ] you're not some damn n00b, you'd made that jump EZ. [ reaching her garage she denhenshins and starts fumbling for her keys. ]
I know I can do this. [ the ring of keys jingles as she tries and fails to do something as simple as unlocking the door. ] c'MON HANA. [ a dark splatter of blood hits the window as she starts coughing, her fist hitting the side of the car with a lot less force than she had hoped. d- dammit. her knees buckle and she sinks down to the ground, stomach churning and bile rising... n- no, oh no, please, no - fear grips her, flashbacks of what can ( AND WILL ) happen playing and [re]playing before her eyes as she gets sick right then and there. ]
[ her eyes are wet, but she bows her head as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, bangs forming a veil to obscure her tear stained face. she's fine. fucken fine. absolutely god damn fine. ] I... I can... [ another cough, shreds of metal spit into her hand as she climbs to her feet and, once again, fights with the lock. ]
[ cr-ACK. she smacks herself. ]
Get a hold of yourself, [ and then she starts walking again. ] you're not some damn n00b, you'd made that jump EZ. [ reaching her garage she denhenshins and starts fumbling for her keys. ]
I know I can do this. [ the ring of keys jingles as she tries and fails to do something as simple as unlocking the door. ] c'MON HANA. [ a dark splatter of blood hits the window as she starts coughing, her fist hitting the side of the car with a lot less force than she had hoped. d- dammit. her knees buckle and she sinks down to the ground, stomach churning and bile rising... n- no, oh no, please, no - fear grips her, flashbacks of what can ( AND WILL ) happen playing and [re]playing before her eyes as she gets sick right then and there. ]
[ her eyes are wet, but she bows her head as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, bangs forming a veil to obscure her tear stained face. she's fine. fucken fine. absolutely god damn fine. ] I... I can... [ another cough, shreds of metal spit into her hand as she climbs to her feet and, once again, fights with the lock. ]
[ as soon as she gets the door open she hesitates, but then forces herself into the driver's seat, which immediately makes her skin crawl. she feels sick again, but she manages to keep from losing her lunch a second time. ]
[ she's going to do this,
because she's better than that.
the best, honestly! ]
[ she slips the key into the ignition and tries to find comfort in the roar of the engine, but she can't, as it only puts her more on edge, because she... b- because... ]
I'm not scared. I'm not. [ she chants a mantra of this in the hopes that she'll eventually believe the lie, her hands finding the wheel and the shift, so she can peel out of the garage and head out onto the open road. ]
[ she's going to do this,
because she's better than that.
the best, honestly! ]
[ she slips the key into the ignition and tries to find comfort in the roar of the engine, but she can't, as it only puts her more on edge, because she... b- because... ]
I'm not scared. I'm not. [ she chants a mantra of this in the hopes that she'll eventually believe the lie, her hands finding the wheel and the shift, so she can peel out of the garage and head out onto the open road. ]
[ she lays on the gas pedal, eyes dropping to the speedometer as it climbs from 60 to 65 to 70 to 75... and while it's finally breaching 100 her gaze flickers back up to the road. d.va tries to be careful, but she's not paying as much attention as she thinks she is. ]
Now where can I, hm.
It's got to be somewhere...
[ talking to herself she takes a sharp right here, a sloppy left there, and then hits the pedal to the metal on the straight away. she's going over 230mph now, but that's still. not. fast. enough. ]
[ she slams her hands down on the steering wheel as the car starts to shake, the strain she's putting on the engine not really something it's meant to handle, but she forces it to keep on climbing. ]
[ 235... 240... 245... ]
[ she's far too wrapped up in her need for speed to notice the ripple creeping along her back, but even if she did she'd write if off as the car being pushed well beyond its limits. it's only when her back splits apart and her tentacles burst out does she notice, but, by that time, it's much too late. ]
[ she screams for all the good it'll do, which, surprise!, is none. the metal caught in her throat just continues to slice it up, forcing another spray of blood to leave her mouth as she loses control of the car. her tentacles seem just as confused as she does, though one or two attempt to calm her down, WHICH DOES THE OPPOSITE, BECAUSE DON'T FUCKEN TOUCH HER YOUR TRAITOROUS BASTARDS FUCK OFF OMGWTFBBQ. ]
[ an instant later is the crash, but by the time d.va comes to in the smoldering wreck she's a hotmessâ„¢. with a strained wheeze she burst into a fit of laughter, though it's cut short as she chokes on the surge of blood, metal, bone, and gore that inevitably coats what's left of the inside of the car. ]
I... I hate you... [ she shuts her eyes and tries to stop it. the pain is irrelevant. she's hurt worse than this at least half a dozen times. ] I- I... I- I fucken hate you... [ but she inevitably just starts crying. d.va feels one of the tentacles twitch, but she just makes a dismissive noise, because she can't shake her head. ]
Now where can I, hm.
It's got to be somewhere...
[ talking to herself she takes a sharp right here, a sloppy left there, and then hits the pedal to the metal on the straight away. she's going over 230mph now, but that's still. not. fast. enough. ]
[ she slams her hands down on the steering wheel as the car starts to shake, the strain she's putting on the engine not really something it's meant to handle, but she forces it to keep on climbing. ]
[ 235... 240... 245... ]
[ she's far too wrapped up in her need for speed to notice the ripple creeping along her back, but even if she did she'd write if off as the car being pushed well beyond its limits. it's only when her back splits apart and her tentacles burst out does she notice, but, by that time, it's much too late. ]
[ she screams for all the good it'll do, which, surprise!, is none. the metal caught in her throat just continues to slice it up, forcing another spray of blood to leave her mouth as she loses control of the car. her tentacles seem just as confused as she does, though one or two attempt to calm her down, WHICH DOES THE OPPOSITE, BECAUSE DON'T FUCKEN TOUCH HER YOUR TRAITOROUS BASTARDS FUCK OFF OMGWTFBBQ. ]
[ an instant later is the crash, but by the time d.va comes to in the smoldering wreck she's a hotmessâ„¢. with a strained wheeze she burst into a fit of laughter, though it's cut short as she chokes on the surge of blood, metal, bone, and gore that inevitably coats what's left of the inside of the car. ]
I... I hate you... [ she shuts her eyes and tries to stop it. the pain is irrelevant. she's hurt worse than this at least half a dozen times. ] I- I... I- I fucken hate you... [ but she inevitably just starts crying. d.va feels one of the tentacles twitch, but she just makes a dismissive noise, because she can't shake her head. ]
Edited 2020-01-12 19:11 (UTC)
hurricane: hey
hurricane: r u thr?
hurricane: r u thr?
[ and he'll probably get a response sometime close to midnight. ]
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hurricane: k
hurricane: tk cre
hurricane: tk cre
Edited 2020-01-12 19:26 (UTC)
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