Asch the Bloody (
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lazybox2018-04-15 07:49 pm
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we beta-tested this dad
[Airlocked may be over and its producer behind bars... But that doesn't mean that the technology for taking people from their worlds is gone, or that all of IG7's sponsors have given up on replicating its popularity. The fact that the intergalactic police now have to have a taskforce specifically to prevent copycats speaks well enough to that. Some are looking for fame, some are the filthy rich and immoral looking for their own entertainment, but either way, it's happened a good handful of times.
At least this one they caught before it could get into full swing. And, naturally, when it comes to extraction from such situations, the taskforce calls in the experts.
(The added potential firepower doesn't hurt, either.)
There's only a few of the stasis pods filled yet - not enough even for a full 'season' - and the police have gotten most of them, if not squared away, calmed down to the point that they'll accept aid.
Except for one young man - a boy, really, in his late teens with long red hair spilling over his shoulders - with a set to his brows that says he's going to fight anything that tries to get close, and a shimmering light, sometimes gold, sometimes violet, that clings to him like a second skin. None of the police he glares at suspiciously are quite willing to get close to him, not when they don't know what he can do, not when there's only two walls between where they are and the vacuum of space.
Good thing the captain's smart enough to call for more magically-oriented backup, right?]
At least this one they caught before it could get into full swing. And, naturally, when it comes to extraction from such situations, the taskforce calls in the experts.
(The added potential firepower doesn't hurt, either.)
There's only a few of the stasis pods filled yet - not enough even for a full 'season' - and the police have gotten most of them, if not squared away, calmed down to the point that they'll accept aid.
Except for one young man - a boy, really, in his late teens with long red hair spilling over his shoulders - with a set to his brows that says he's going to fight anything that tries to get close, and a shimmering light, sometimes gold, sometimes violet, that clings to him like a second skin. None of the police he glares at suspiciously are quite willing to get close to him, not when they don't know what he can do, not when there's only two walls between where they are and the vacuum of space.
Good thing the captain's smart enough to call for more magically-oriented backup, right?]
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[Give him the comfort food, plz.]
At least you're around, I doubt anyone speaks fonic here...
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[mild chicken curry it is, kid]
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[Thanks dad. Get him a soda too, watch him make the "bubbles???" face.]
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My native language is one I don't think anyone knows existed anymore. I can speak Ancient Lucian, a bit of some outdated dialect from Niflheim and Tenebrae, some old Insomnian, but I'm mostly fluent in the common Eosian language.
[A shrug.]
Luckily, the translation technology handles any discrepancies.
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[That explains next to nothing, Asch, but oh no here come the drinks as an interruption and...
Yeah, that's a "??? BUBBLES???" face.]