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[skaikru]

Who: clarke griffin & your poor unfortunate soul
What: memories, all alone in the moonlight
When: all of march
Where: wherever you least expect a rift in reality to open up. also space, mount weather, earth...
Warnings: general warnings for blood, violence, murder attempted or completed, genocide, maybe even gross body farming. specific prompts will have their individual warnings listed in the body of this post and any additional ones will be noted in subject headers.




CHILDHOOD ( open )
— enjoy the little things, like watching a kid commit the stupid crime of touching books. no warnings here.

SKYBOX ( karkat, number 6, & open )
— did you know clarke was in prison for a year for treason? conspiracy to commit treason? eh, best summed up as "to keep her quiet". well now you can find out! bonus points, she thinks she's hallucinating. cw: probably some dead dad/execution talk and mention of mild eugenics themes, this is dystopia space after all.

D(ropship) DAY ( rita & open )
— when 100 kids are pretty certain they're about to be prematurely executed, one or two's likely to fight back. abby griffin cameo! cw: see above warnings.

QUARANTINE ( darcy, palamedes, & open )
— witness clarke gone absolutely feral, and her first escape attempt from body harvesters she doesn't know are body harvesters yet mount weather. cw: some self harm, blood, violence, potential body horror depending on how the thread goes.

LEVERS ( open but requires plotting )
— join clarke in committing a genocide! cw: genocide!! (also mentions of torture and body farming) this can also partially serve as a cinematic experience for your character, but please respond with some sort of reaction just so i know who saw it.

AIRLOCK 5 ( semi-closed to natsuno, but hmu ooc if you're interested )
— no one likes being faced with their demons. but sometimes those demons set up creepy music boxes and lure you into watching your friends being murdered. cw: violence, attempted (or successful! threads of fate can be changed) murder

THE CITY OF LIGHT ( open )
— when you show an a.i. a picture of the greater metropolitan new york, but she cleans it up and also makes it a hivemind that you have to infiltrate. cw: violence, some creepy hivemind shit, will warn further for anything else.

AFTERMATH ( open )
— your all purpose aftermath wildcards! wanted a memory i mentioned in the plotting post but it didn't make the cut? still available upon request! request starters or throw up your own

Comments

[skaikru]

( carl emerson is as well built a man as an apocalypse bunker can turn out. he's been well fed throughout his lifetime, and had been a part of the mount weather security detail for more than ten years. he'd ventured beyond the mountain in p.p.e. and commanded reavers; he'd lived past the massacre and survived more than three months on the run from 11 of the 12 clans. he's 5'10, approximately 145 pounds, and so full of rage it makes him seem larger than that.

and he still gets absolutely bodied by a sixteen year old shiki. doesn't even look up from where he's snarling in clarke's face, just gets tossed like a ragdoll before he can even make a sound. his back sure makes a hell of a thump against the wall, though.

as for clarke, she's effectively lifted by the neck for 0.2 seconds when emerson's picked up, his sight narrowed and stranglehold tight. but he does let go in a flailing panic, and she smacks back into the ground with very little fuss. inhales desperately, both hands flying to her neck as she instinctively rolls onto her side, into a fetal position, and starts violently coughing. it hurts to breathe, and hurts more to cough. but there's air in her lungs where the likes of bellamy, octavia, harper, monty, jasper, miller, raven, and bryan have none.

she needs to get to her friends, and forces herself immediately onto her stomach; knees drawing up, one hand braced against the floor to scramble into a kneeling position. but she's also very aware that emerson is still here — groaning in a crumpled mess next to the wall, but stirring; trying to also make it into an upright position — and that they are not alone. )

I totally forgot bryan existed rip

[neverleave]

[There's no satisfaction in seeing Emerson hit the wall, just cold efficiency. Immediate threat removed, now make sure he doesn't get up.

He glances at Clarke, dragging herself up on her knees even as she struggles to breathe properly again.]

Get them out, [Is all he says before he heads over to Emerson. This Clarke won't know him, but he trusts her to take advantage of this new mess to free her friends. They are her first priority, always. Whatever she'll think of him will wait.

Emerson can barely sit up when Natsuno aims a vicious kick at his head. He's wearing work boots, because when rifts open left and right you need to be dressed for potentially difficult terrains. He straddles the fallen man, pinning him down. Now he just needs to get his knife.]

ngl, i did too until scene review

[skaikru]

( natsuno has a full hand of cards in that he knows his clarke and this clarke well, and plays them with the same brutal efficiency he uses to leave a boot mark on the side of carl emerson's face. she's not entirely sure she heard him right, and still doesn't know what to make of what she's seeing — purple hair? purple eyes? who's side is he on, is he chipped?

but when provided an open door in desperate times, sometimes it pays to be a little reckless. she doesn't nod or say anything, it still hurts too much to breathe let alone speak. but as this stranger straddles emerson's torso, she pushes up on her feet enough to half-stagger-half-crawl, and turns away. stumbles to the hanging control box and punches the bright red release button. the doors to the airlock hiss and slide open, effortless and unbiased to the suffering they'd just assisted.

one more look backwards at the strange boy and her would be strangler. then all eyes back on the occupants of the airlock, who hang from their bindings like pieces of meat in a butcher shop. they're not moving yet. )

[neverleave]

[When she glances back at him, the strange boy's eyes glow red-on-black, the red irises shining like beacons due to the lingering sun el effects.

Natsuno looks up to make sure Clarke made it to release her friends. They aren't moving yet, but he knows they will, so he turns his attention back to Emerson, pinning down just like he did to Clarke. One arm is braced against the man to stop him from struggling too much, and the other reaches into one of Natsuno's many pockets.

He remember Clarke's advice - steak knife hurts more, scalpel is more effective. He feels nothing as he slits the man's throat with the scalpel taken from the Serena Eterna's infirmary.]

[skaikru]

( for several long, terrible moments, no one within the airlock moves. no one makes a sound. all their eyes are closed.

but one by one, and then suddenly all at once, they're gasping. the panic alarm of the airlock had cut off when the doors wooshed open, and clarke gets to listen to the painful, dry, glorious sounds of all her friends returning to consciousness. and she could cry about it — rejoice in a small moment, another near death experience they've all managed to survive with the help of a stranger, just lean forward and put her head on the cold metal ground and think on gratitude — but there's no time for that.

she looks back over her shoulder to see the purple haired, glowing eyes boy straddling emerson's torso. lunges forward to release raven from where her hands are tied behind her back, doesn't bother pulling the gag out of her mouth, but whispers: ) Untie the others. ( as the girl is coughing and hacking.

then back at natsuno, who's now crouched over a man who's well on his way to becoming a corpse. throat slit, a dark red pool of blood gushing from his throat. and if she feels a twang of sympathy for carl emerson, it's only because none of this ever had to happen; she'd never wanted it. but more important is that gun he'd dropped when she'd elbowed him in the face. it's there on the ground, just a few feet from where she's currently kneeling. and clarke half crawls, half lunges at the weapon.

gets it in hand, racks the slide. but... doesn't level it directly at the strange boys center mass. not yet. something something looking the gift horse in the mouth. ) Who are you? ( her voice sounds like words grated over a dozen knives, the raspy fallout of having been choked a few moments before. )

[neverleave]

[Clarke's friends wake up as life bleeds of out Emerson's body. Natsuno waits to make sure he's dead and wipes the scalpel on the man's sleeve before getting up.

The red glow dims as his eyes return to their usual color, but he must still look out of place. For once his clothes are unassuming - black t-shirt, khaki cargo pants - since colorful prints tend to draw more attention in rifts. Still, his hair and eyes are hardly that of an Arker or Grounder.]

Natsuno.

[Even if she's not his Clarke yet, she gets a first name.]

I want to help.

[skaikru]

( she looks between natsuno and emerson once, eye movements very easy to track. )

Okay. You helped.

( behind her, raven reyes has pulled the gag from between her teeth. she's coughing, still sounds winded, and calls: clarke? )

It's fine, ( it hurts to call back, but clarke swallows a wince. she doesn't look away from natsuno the entire time she speaks. ) Get everyone else.

( then addressing him properly: ) Where did you come from? No one else was here.

[neverleave]

[Raven speaks, the other teens cough and moan and perhaps have questions of their own, but Natsuno only has eyes for Clarke. The hostile wariness in her eyes hurts and his gut twists at her bruised throat and hoarse voice, but he keeps his voice and expression neutral.]

I stepped through a rift and space and time and ended up here.

[As usual, the explanation sounds insane but easier than an elaborate lie. If Natsuno recalls Clarke's story correctly, she knows about A.L.I.E at this points. Maybe her knowledge of other strange phenomena combined with his odd appearance will make it slightly easier to consider the truth.]

[skaikru]

( yanno, that doesn't really sound like something she can argue. but flipside, she's currently dealing with so many issues that simple arker kids had never imagined — complex grounder monarchy politics, hivemind a.i.'s, the demons of the third most recent genocide now lying motionless on the floor and fully bled out. interdimensional rifts just pushes the envelope on pure insanity. clarke has absolutely no idea what to make of that admission.

she blinks at him, vigorously shakes her head. raises the barrel of the gun a few inches and — more in line with her current concerns for their safety — asks: )

Are you chipped?

( behind her, raven frees jasper, jasper frees monty, monty frees harper. )

[neverleave]

[His eyes flick to the rising barrel and back to Clarke's face. He hopes she won't shoot him and waste a bullet - also she'll feel horrible when she remembers it later.

It takes him a moment to parse "chipped," then he remembers. It means controlled by the hivemind A.I.]

No. [But isn't that what any chipped person would say? How to even prove something like that...] I just got here.

[skaikru]

( monty and harper branch off; monty and jasper converge on octavia and bellamy with some fuss over the bloody gash emerson had carved across her collarbones to show he was serious. harper turns to bryan, who will in turn flood towards miller. shortly all her friends will be free and just as aware of the corpse of their would-be killer and the new face among them.

and clarke's doing some real, real quick mental math here. stranger or not, this boy had just saved their lives. there is no good way to tell who's been chipped or not until they start acting weird and other disciples of a.l.i.e. start converging on them. she owes him, she doesn't know him, and every gamble on a new ally could lead to dire outcomes if she'd ended up trusting the wrong gut instinct. just got here, but from where before?

emerson had known bellamy was hiding around a corner, but not this purple haired boy. the idea of a rift still makes no sense, but he'd slaughtered the last of the mountain men with efficiency and no secondary question. and given how quickly she thinks she'd seen him move, how strong he'd been, the fact he's not lashing out right now with a gun level to his stomach screams truthfulness. so maybe they'd not in additional danger right now, maybe... maybe it's okay.

maybe she'd just imagined the moment where his sclera had gone black and the ring of his irises shone like the sun. )

...thank you. ( her finger is still on the trigger, and through all the internal agonizing, clarke's still not entirely sure if she should shoot or let him go.

but from around the edge of the airlock, raven steps out, still coughing and limping stiffly on the leg that has a very visible brace on it. ) Who is this? ( she asks.

and that outward expectation that she have a good answer seems all that's necessary for clarke to make up her mind. she drops the line of sight and half turns towards raven. speaks with all the confidence she does not feel, but embodies well when saying: )

A friend.

( then natsuno's wholly ignored for a few seconds as clarke screeches out of defensiveness and into damage control. ) You okay?

Sure, ( raven says, sounding winded and actively fighting back more coughing. ) What's a little hypoxia?