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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!
MANJI PLEASE, SIR. YOU'RE KILLIN ME.
"Hah! What a name." He barked with a laugh, but folded his arms across his chest with a toothy grin. Sett caught the juxtaposition between that name, its meaning, and Manji's appearance. "Same as back home."
Sett knows that stare, and he doesn't seem to mind it. In fact, one of his ears give a flick of acknowledgement, and he just seemed all the more proud of the fangs in his mouth.
"Cat?" Again, he barked with another laugh.
"I got half the scar on my face that's on that ugly mug'a yours, and you're gonna ask if I'm a kitty cat?" He settled with a jovial little sigh and shook his head, still grinning.
"I'm from the wolverine tribe, chief. Just ask if you wanna hear me meow that bad, but it'll cost ya." Very thick skinned, and a little mischievous when in good spirits.
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Despite the continued attempt to insult Sett, Manji smiles just a little more. Good. He thinks to himself. He wasn't interested in living with a weak willed roommate. "And I can pay any toll you think that you can dish out. Just consider yourself lucky that I'm not actually that interested in making you mew for mercy." Says the one armed man with total confidence in his ability. When you're immortal you tend to believe you'll ultimately win any fight.
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His chin bobbed, gesturing towards Manji through his grin. His tone was still light, airy, and grinning. He knew the rule back in Ionia. He made the rules. Both men were pretty confident in their own abilities, but much like Manji, Sett didn't care for fighting, either. But something like this? Well, he just couldn't pass up a good time.
"Since you're uh, a little un-armed, how about just a single-arm wrestling match sometime? You win, I'll be the little meow meow."
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He eyes up his challenger's arm and then shrugs. "Alright, and if you win then I won't murder you if you ever annoy me around the apartment." Seems fair to Manji. Something he wouldn't have done regardless if he wins or loses. Why not put up a nothing prize when you're pretty sure you're going to loose, but the challenge seems too fun to back out of?
In fact, in an effort to hide the fact that Sett ultimately gets nothing for winning, Manji starts preparing himself at a suitable table straight away. Shaking his arm to get his sleeve out of the way and holding out his hand to take. A hand heavily callused from weapon handling and an arm with even more scaring on it.
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He rolled his eyes at the offered prize from Manji and shook his head a bit to go with the gesture. "Yeah alright."
It was nice to have someone he could let at least a little loose with, though. Someone considered ugly and crass like he was. He was snapped from the moment of comfort when Manji turned away to immediately set himself at a table and prepare for the match. Sett was a little stunned for a moment, and cocked his head back with brows raised to ask 'now?' without needing to say the first word.
"Alright.." Before Manji could even respond, he stretched his neck to either side to shake off the shock, and with a little shrug, followed suit.
Many fights, many stories. He knew what those scars meant, even if he didn't know their histories. Ionian peace-mongers that were forced to take up arms didn't have layers of scars over scars crossing their bodies; Noxian soldiers that had spent lifetimes on the battlefield had scars like those. Blademasters had hands like those: hard and rough to bear everything a sword was.
Sett's hands were thick from fractured or broken bones healing over and over again, and he had plenty of his own scars, but even not counting how quickly he healed from injuries, he still wouldn't match Manji. Sett was clearly his junior. But he still took a seat across from Manji after tugging his pants up a little, dropped his elbow with a heavy thud, folded an arm behind his back, and took Manji's hand in his.
"Best of three."
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