CHARACTER RECLAIMS

[powersthatbe]

From now until endgame, Synodiporia is closed to new applications. However, players who dropped or idled characters but who do not have a behavioral strike against them may reclaim characters at any time. Dungeons and app windows are no longer necessary. Simply comment below with "I'd like to bring [character (username)] back!" And we'll take it from there. Players already at 3 characters who wish to bring back a 4th or 5th may do so so long as they're current on AC. Players wishing to bring in characters above 5 may request special mod permission. If you are uncertain if you qualify to reclaim, please email us at synodiporians@gmail.com and ask!

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[otrava]

S A M P L E S;
FIRST PERSON: [ Natasha in liminal space on the test drive ]
THIRD PERSON: Natasha stands, arms at her sides, listening to this explanation of where she was now. Arcana. The Mystic Journey. Liminal Space. Travelers. Her face remained blank, impassive as the person in front of her told her a story for the comic books. When they finished she smiled, eyes remaining flat and unresponsive, and thanked them for their time. Their effort in explaining things to her.

It was, in her opinion, frankly bullshit.

Sure, it was dressed up in fascinating words and an interesting concept but the crux of the matter was this: she'd been yanked, along with countless others, into someone's idea of a game. Given the basic rules, or some approximation thereof, and let loose in a very interesting, gilded cage.

Bullshit.

This is not, by any means, a new SHIELD or HYDRA pissing contest; of that much she's certain. It's not a comforting thought, not when announcements can be blared directly into her mind, not when her own memory is tampered with on a regular basis as she switches between Investigator and Infiltrator. Then again, Natasha wouldn't know what to do with a comforting thought if it chose to stick around in all honesty. Being in this situation has not changed that. No matter how often it changes her mind, her memories, her appearance.

It's still bullshit when she wakes up from it.

Instead she focuses on what information she can get her hands on, the contrast of Joscelin and Remy's goals at any given time, the limits of Liminal Space, the missing abilities of telepathic mutants. She hordes them, like small gemstones in a dark cave, because this entire fiasco is a puzzle she intends to solve before the game is finished playing out.

Natasha doesn't like being used, being toyed with. She especially doesn't like bullshit.