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apocalypsehowcomm2022-11-16 03:04 pm
thxboss) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-11-16 03:04 pm
Intro catch-all, OTA [ Network / Log ]
Who: Sett, anyone that happens across him
When: November 1st - 10th
Where: ADI headquarters, ADI apartments
Summary: Sett's arrival and introductions to his new surroundings.
Warnings: Swearing, mild violence. Drug mention. Mild nudity(nothing explicit).
Who: Sett, anyone else who chimes in
Username: TheBoss
Warnings: N/A
Man this place is wild. These phones? Looks like a Piltie toy I need to get my hands on. I'd kill to have somethin this convenient back home. Would've saved a lotta time, that's for sure. Knowin how to write a new language outta nowhere, and this whole apocalypse business? Sounds pretty bad. Even worse since I guess I'm stuck here with it now too.
Ma's gonna be worried sick.
Anyway, while I'm figurin all of this out, what's all this feast business I'm hearing about? Thanks somethin. I guess thanks for not bein murked by that black mist outbreak or the Harrowing?
Oh yeah, adi's got me on security detail, but if anyone knows where I can get some odd jobs for money on the side, I'd appreciate it. And better drinks than the cheap shit they sell at the canteen.
Arrival.
It doesn't matter so much that the hulking figure of a man popped into existence somewhere in the expansive compound, halfway through a sentence, twirling a brass knuckle around one of his finger. It didn't matter that he stood there for a moment, dumb-founded, wondering if he just died, got drugged and was in the midst of some wild hallucination, or if that Black Mist was back to fuck with him specifically. A couple of people stopped what they were doing to look at him.
And he looked at them.
And they looked at him. And he looked at them. And they made some calls to some people on a little tablet.
He tried asking questions in common Ionian, in Navoran, in Va-Noxian, and even Ur-Noxian, but none of it stuck. They just pointed to a chair and he knew well enough it was in his best interests right now to just sit the fuck down and make sure he wasn't losing his fucking mind.
Things just got weirder from that point on.
Characters are welcome to approach Sett as they like, but at this point, communication is largely limited to playing games of charades.
Characters that speak east-asian languages will pick up on familiar syllables, intonations, and some-odd words here and there when Sett speaks, and Sett will likewise pick up on the same amount from them as well, but grammatical variations make it nigh impossible to communicate past saying a word or two, then reverting back to an optimistic use of charades.
Casual after-hours.
Sett's been going through the ringer.
After the headache that is an entirely new language and all of its nuances slamming into his exhausted brain like a fuck-truck, the crash-course of learning about the technology here, the apocalyptic situation in this world, and getting ferried around to get all kinds of paperwork and accommodations and tours over and done with, he's irritable and exhausted at most hours of the day.
Given his set of skills, Sett begrudgingly accepted the grunt work of security. It was money, but it was just one more headache.
He was scheduled to shadow some man fresh off the line to learn the ins-and-outs of the department, so on occasion, characters might see a uniformed Sett cruising the grounds with a dark-haired NPC. Sometimes he's attentive, but most of the time he's a combination of bored, irritated, and a million miles away. Characters are just as likely to note that Sett has a tendency to roll up the sleeves of the coat of his uniform or leave the collar wide open, and he's constantly being chastised for it.
Should characters wish to interrupt him while on duty, the accompanying NPC might be thrilled to have Sett taken off of his hands, what with how Sett makes it pretty clear he has no interest in listening to what he has to say and shows a general insubordination. Sett, meanwhile, will give any interrupting characters due attention, but the bored scowl on his face demands that they make it worth his time, because he doesn't want to go from one asinine lecture to another.
Should a character instead come across him after his shift, they might find the beast-man sitting near a window in the canteen, enjoying the waning hours of sunlight. He'll still have his work clothes on, save the jacket will be thrown over the back of his chair or sprawled on the round table he's sitting at, revealing that the shirt he's wearing underneath have the sleeves ripped off, and the top few buttons undone. It was freedom enough.
His other arm was stretched comfortably beside a notepad, pencil in hand, with scribbles and lists written in a language that was almost Japanese, almost Chinese, almost Sanskrit, and almost Korean all at once. To the other side of the notepad was a cold bottle of beer that was about half-gone at this point. To anyone paying attention to that small detail, it was safe to guess that, while perhaps tired and frazzled(as all new arrivals were sure to be), the warm hum of alcohol in his system was likely enough to put him in an amicable enough mood to be approached and welcomed moreso to this new reality.
Granted, with that five o'clock shadow, hard-edged features, and the glimmer of scar tissue scattered all over his arms--not to mention that big one all across his nose and cheeks--he had a pretty intimidating figure. But then, something about appearances being deceiving and all. Or maybe they weren't deceiving? Who knew. Your character wouldn't until they approach him!
And they were roommates... - Locked to Manji, K.P., and Rue.
A.Sett was assigned to the C-block of apartments, down on the first floor. Which was well enough, and would make it much easier to sneak in and out past this ridiculous curfew. But that wouldn't become an issue yet. Sett was far too exhausted from the onslaught of classes and tutorials and orientations to really stay up that late for now.
All he knew was that he was put in a room with--
"Yo." The very first time he laid eyes on the gargantuan furry...thing with no pants on, he wasn't going to keep his mouth shut. "So uh..what are you? Can't say I've seen anything like you runnin' around before."
Flawless. Truly.
But even Sett had to look up at K.P., and was admittedly dwarfed by the bugbear. Despite that, he was rather endeared by how gruff the thing looked. It had seen battle, or at least worse days than this, based on that weird mug alone.
B. Likewise as Sett laid eyes on Manji, his clothing was familiar, the make of his weapons familiar. These were things known to Sett, vaguely, and so Sett regarded him with an air of solemnity creeping underneath his casual demeanor. Like he knew why Manji's eyes were set the way they were, why his lips were set in that shape. Why his hands were thick and rough.
This man had seen things that Sett could grasp at a glance, unlike the foreign bugbear, whom he'd no idea how to read, but intrigued him all the same.
Sett's arms crossed over his chest, his head tilted upwards briefly to gesture towards the sword--be it on Manji's person at the time, or safely tucked away in his room, both men knew Sett had seen it just as plainly as Sett's ears could be seen at any time atop his head.
"You got a name for that blade? You ain't gotta share, but. Hey." He shrugged and rolled his neck to one side. "'Better ice-breaker for roommates than just sayin' hello."
C. Sett is usually the first one in the shared bathroom. Why? He likes long, hot showers, and hoarding all the hot water. How much hot water there was or wasn't had long since stopped being a concern of his back home, and he damn sure wasn't going to go back to worrying about something that fucking trivial.
If his flatmates didn't like it and tried to approach him, well, he'd yank the towel off his waist to show his bare ass and flip whomever the bird just before closing the bathroom door behind him. And locking it.
If it escalated from there, the half-breed Vastayan had no problem baring his fangs and growling at them.
A corner of his lips would curdle up into a snarl, his ears would stand upright and alert, and the tendons along the back of his hands tightened. "YEAH? You wanna make somethin' of it?
"'You wanna shower first so bad, get your punk ass outta bed before me, or get over it." Sett didn't yell. He didn't particularly need to yell. He had a way of sharpening his voice. Hardening it. He wielded it like a familiar, seasoned weapon alongside the gleam of his fangs and the threat of his clawed fists.
Sett was a man that was willing to throw down, bare-fucking-naked, over something quite trivial.
Should Rue walk into the scene before things escalated past Sett throwing his weight around, he'd snort, quickly throw the towel over himself and apologize to her with his ears pinning back. But his apology would only be addressed to her. Should she happen to walk in once any possible fights started, he wouldn't notice her right away.
D. Wildcard. Feel free to tag Sett with anything!
Open Post
If you have anything you would like to thread with Sett but it doesn't fall under one of the prompts, feel free to throw your own at me!
If you're uncertain, feel free to DM this journal, or hmu on discord(Cirrus #3810), and we can discuss thread details there!
When: November 1st - 10th
Where: ADI headquarters, ADI apartments
Summary: Sett's arrival and introductions to his new surroundings.
Warnings: Swearing, mild violence. Drug mention. Mild nudity(nothing explicit).
Who: Sett, anyone else who chimes in
Username: TheBoss
Warnings: N/A
Man this place is wild. These phones? Looks like a Piltie toy I need to get my hands on. I'd kill to have somethin this convenient back home. Would've saved a lotta time, that's for sure. Knowin how to write a new language outta nowhere, and this whole apocalypse business? Sounds pretty bad. Even worse since I guess I'm stuck here with it now too.
Ma's gonna be worried sick.
Anyway, while I'm figurin all of this out, what's all this feast business I'm hearing about? Thanks somethin. I guess thanks for not bein murked by that black mist outbreak or the Harrowing?
Oh yeah, adi's got me on security detail, but if anyone knows where I can get some odd jobs for money on the side, I'd appreciate it. And better drinks than the cheap shit they sell at the canteen.
Arrival.
It doesn't matter so much that the hulking figure of a man popped into existence somewhere in the expansive compound, halfway through a sentence, twirling a brass knuckle around one of his finger. It didn't matter that he stood there for a moment, dumb-founded, wondering if he just died, got drugged and was in the midst of some wild hallucination, or if that Black Mist was back to fuck with him specifically. A couple of people stopped what they were doing to look at him.
And he looked at them.
And they looked at him. And he looked at them. And they made some calls to some people on a little tablet.
He tried asking questions in common Ionian, in Navoran, in Va-Noxian, and even Ur-Noxian, but none of it stuck. They just pointed to a chair and he knew well enough it was in his best interests right now to just sit the fuck down and make sure he wasn't losing his fucking mind.
Things just got weirder from that point on.
Characters are welcome to approach Sett as they like, but at this point, communication is largely limited to playing games of charades.
Characters that speak east-asian languages will pick up on familiar syllables, intonations, and some-odd words here and there when Sett speaks, and Sett will likewise pick up on the same amount from them as well, but grammatical variations make it nigh impossible to communicate past saying a word or two, then reverting back to an optimistic use of charades.
Casual after-hours.
Sett's been going through the ringer.
After the headache that is an entirely new language and all of its nuances slamming into his exhausted brain like a fuck-truck, the crash-course of learning about the technology here, the apocalyptic situation in this world, and getting ferried around to get all kinds of paperwork and accommodations and tours over and done with, he's irritable and exhausted at most hours of the day.
Given his set of skills, Sett begrudgingly accepted the grunt work of security. It was money, but it was just one more headache.
He was scheduled to shadow some man fresh off the line to learn the ins-and-outs of the department, so on occasion, characters might see a uniformed Sett cruising the grounds with a dark-haired NPC. Sometimes he's attentive, but most of the time he's a combination of bored, irritated, and a million miles away. Characters are just as likely to note that Sett has a tendency to roll up the sleeves of the coat of his uniform or leave the collar wide open, and he's constantly being chastised for it.
Should characters wish to interrupt him while on duty, the accompanying NPC might be thrilled to have Sett taken off of his hands, what with how Sett makes it pretty clear he has no interest in listening to what he has to say and shows a general insubordination. Sett, meanwhile, will give any interrupting characters due attention, but the bored scowl on his face demands that they make it worth his time, because he doesn't want to go from one asinine lecture to another.
Should a character instead come across him after his shift, they might find the beast-man sitting near a window in the canteen, enjoying the waning hours of sunlight. He'll still have his work clothes on, save the jacket will be thrown over the back of his chair or sprawled on the round table he's sitting at, revealing that the shirt he's wearing underneath have the sleeves ripped off, and the top few buttons undone. It was freedom enough.
His other arm was stretched comfortably beside a notepad, pencil in hand, with scribbles and lists written in a language that was almost Japanese, almost Chinese, almost Sanskrit, and almost Korean all at once. To the other side of the notepad was a cold bottle of beer that was about half-gone at this point. To anyone paying attention to that small detail, it was safe to guess that, while perhaps tired and frazzled(as all new arrivals were sure to be), the warm hum of alcohol in his system was likely enough to put him in an amicable enough mood to be approached and welcomed moreso to this new reality.
Granted, with that five o'clock shadow, hard-edged features, and the glimmer of scar tissue scattered all over his arms--not to mention that big one all across his nose and cheeks--he had a pretty intimidating figure. But then, something about appearances being deceiving and all. Or maybe they weren't deceiving? Who knew. Your character wouldn't until they approach him!
And they were roommates... - Locked to Manji, K.P., and Rue.
A.Sett was assigned to the C-block of apartments, down on the first floor. Which was well enough, and would make it much easier to sneak in and out past this ridiculous curfew. But that wouldn't become an issue yet. Sett was far too exhausted from the onslaught of classes and tutorials and orientations to really stay up that late for now.
All he knew was that he was put in a room with--
"Yo." The very first time he laid eyes on the gargantuan furry...thing with no pants on, he wasn't going to keep his mouth shut. "So uh..what are you? Can't say I've seen anything like you runnin' around before."
Flawless. Truly.
But even Sett had to look up at K.P., and was admittedly dwarfed by the bugbear. Despite that, he was rather endeared by how gruff the thing looked. It had seen battle, or at least worse days than this, based on that weird mug alone.
B. Likewise as Sett laid eyes on Manji, his clothing was familiar, the make of his weapons familiar. These were things known to Sett, vaguely, and so Sett regarded him with an air of solemnity creeping underneath his casual demeanor. Like he knew why Manji's eyes were set the way they were, why his lips were set in that shape. Why his hands were thick and rough.
This man had seen things that Sett could grasp at a glance, unlike the foreign bugbear, whom he'd no idea how to read, but intrigued him all the same.
Sett's arms crossed over his chest, his head tilted upwards briefly to gesture towards the sword--be it on Manji's person at the time, or safely tucked away in his room, both men knew Sett had seen it just as plainly as Sett's ears could be seen at any time atop his head.
"You got a name for that blade? You ain't gotta share, but. Hey." He shrugged and rolled his neck to one side. "'Better ice-breaker for roommates than just sayin' hello."
C. Sett is usually the first one in the shared bathroom. Why? He likes long, hot showers, and hoarding all the hot water. How much hot water there was or wasn't had long since stopped being a concern of his back home, and he damn sure wasn't going to go back to worrying about something that fucking trivial.
If his flatmates didn't like it and tried to approach him, well, he'd yank the towel off his waist to show his bare ass and flip whomever the bird just before closing the bathroom door behind him. And locking it.
If it escalated from there, the half-breed Vastayan had no problem baring his fangs and growling at them.
A corner of his lips would curdle up into a snarl, his ears would stand upright and alert, and the tendons along the back of his hands tightened. "YEAH? You wanna make somethin' of it?
"'You wanna shower first so bad, get your punk ass outta bed before me, or get over it." Sett didn't yell. He didn't particularly need to yell. He had a way of sharpening his voice. Hardening it. He wielded it like a familiar, seasoned weapon alongside the gleam of his fangs and the threat of his clawed fists.
Sett was a man that was willing to throw down, bare-fucking-naked, over something quite trivial.
Should Rue walk into the scene before things escalated past Sett throwing his weight around, he'd snort, quickly throw the towel over himself and apologize to her with his ears pinning back. But his apology would only be addressed to her. Should she happen to walk in once any possible fights started, he wouldn't notice her right away.
D. Wildcard. Feel free to tag Sett with anything!
Open Post
If you have anything you would like to thread with Sett but it doesn't fall under one of the prompts, feel free to throw your own at me!
If you're uncertain, feel free to DM this journal, or hmu on discord(Cirrus #3810), and we can discuss thread details there!
After hours
There are plenty of new faces around - people arrive here all the time - and Cortana is a curious sort. This guy hasn't shown up to her cybersecurity classes yet, so that makes her extra curious. He's also writing in a language she's never seen before, another thing that catches her interest ... honestly he's pretty much Cortana bait.
He's even kind of attractive, though that's of little importance in comparison to the draw of being a massive nerd.
"Hmmm... I've never seen writing like that before." Did you want a robot woman peering over your shoulder, Sett? Because there's a robot woman attempting to peer over you shoulder. "And I know a lot of different languages."
no subject
Sett was recommended to attend the cyber security classes--or rather, recommended was the nice way to put it. He could tell when a suggestion was just a polite command, since it was often something he fell back on at home. But this place, the information, the upheaval. Man, it was really getting to him. It made him itch to hop into the pits back home, just to burn off all this weird energy. But trying to organize his thoughts over a cold beer and looking at the familiar writing of home helped to settle his nerves enough.
He considered briefly taking off to just change up his settings and take his mind off of things, or maybe try to find something familiar and normal to him, but he hadn't yet mastered his phone enough to figure out how to do that, and the idea of just wandering around made him more irritable. Though, frazzled as he was, everything was bound to irritate him. The most unfortunate detail was that understimulation irritated him just as much.
His ears flicked and twitched. A subtle suggestion to alert Cortana that he was aware of her presence, but he didn't look up at first as she looked over his shoulder. He took a short, curt breath in through his nose and reached for the bottle to take another swallow from it and set lightly back down on the table.
It was just a weird woman. There was no need to fucking snap at her, she didn't do anything. She probably couldn't do anything? He couldn't tell by looking at her. He'd heard of people in Piltover turning their bodies into machines, but Piltover wasn't here in this place.
The loop in his thoughts brought him back to an irritable place, and for a moment his features hardened at the powerlessness that kept hitting him, but he again seemed to catch himself and smooth himself out.
"Woah, personal space, much?" He leaned back from how he slouched over the notebook and stretched an arm out on either side of it. His voice was gruff, but smooth enough with its playful air.
His body language was trying to make use of his size to rebuff her a bit and edge her back moreso to the brink of his personal space bubble.
"'Don't think anyone has. It's writing from back home, called Ionian.
"If you wanna know it, I'll show ya. Just take a seat over there." He raised a hand as he spoke to bounce a pointer finger towards the chair across the table from him. Please Cortana give the man his space. Once he settles into this place he'll be cool as a cucumber, but for right now he is just trying to recollect himself.
no subject
Look, she wasn't going to blame him for waiting to go, or not wanting to go at all. It was ...kind of a big change for a lot of people, and ADI tended to order even people who were technology themselves to go, so a lot of people showed up who didn't actually need class at all.
Still, it was better than the whole situation where people were using variants of password for their password and handing out their information to anyone they asked.
She pulls back when his body language makes it clear he wants more personal space, almost before he has a chance to speak up about it. "Sorry." Her tone is very slightly sheepish as she takes the indicated seat, but then she's back to being all perky curiosity. Give her the knowledge.
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"It's fine, just had a bunch'a people breathin' down my neck about uniforms. Frankly, I'm gettin' pretty tired of it." He scoffed, but nudged his bottle aside and turned moreso to face the new face across the table from him.
"Name's Sett, by the way. This is how you write it." He flipped to a new sheet of paper in the little pad and pushed it more towards the middle. All of the letters were connected at the top, but the characters erred moreso towards Korean and Chinese, with some of the flourishes and shapes of Sanskrit creating a unique flow between the characters.
Afterwards, he wrote one letter at a time, separated, to give her an example of how each letter looked and how they connected to make his name.
"I can show you how to write yours, too." His head tipped, his brows raised to waggle at her just a bit. Maybe jocks can't help but also flirt with the nerds. Balance had to be kept, after all.
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She's going to have to fix that someday.
"Yeah, I know the feeling." She used to wander around with a lot less clothing than she's currently wearing. People never freaked out over it back in her world, but the moment you become even a little bit solid...
She watches his writing with great intensity. Look at those bright blue eyes, Sett. Sure, the irises are painted to look that way, but they are remarkably reaslistic and the way they open wide and the pupils dilate should make her interest clear.
She props her chin on her hand, smiling. "Nice to meet you, Sett. I'm Cortana."