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TEST DRIVE
TDM
SCOUTING - WHO'S THAT VILLAIN
It says something for the time that the walls of the pyramids are still gleaming, new and bright and shining, sanded impossibly sleek. They're a glimmering temptation for tomb robbers, but for the moment they're safe and well guarded. The Nile is more blessed and lush than it would be in later years, though not quite as fertile as it would have been a century earlier.
Something is supposed to happen tonight, though, and the Library has no idea what. Just that it's supposed to happen on this night. That in the morning, the massive tombs will be reduced to rubble, that the Sphinx will be little more than assorted boulders, that bodies will fill the desert. Something will continue hunting the world and shattering all of the holy relics and religious iconography that connects mankind to their gods and the next life. For someone technologically minded? Not a big deal. But a huge one when someone with a particularly blessed soul needs to be born in another 4,500 years and won't have the power to fight the threat that they need to.
If someone can catch the moment when things might turn, either return for help or stop it themselves, they can save not just the lives of those in the Pharoh's domain. They just need to know exactly what and when. It could be another time traveler stopping a threat at its source. It could be some sort of hellish force lashing back against the gods. It just needs to be stopped.
Something is supposed to happen tonight, though, and the Library has no idea what. Just that it's supposed to happen on this night. That in the morning, the massive tombs will be reduced to rubble, that the Sphinx will be little more than assorted boulders, that bodies will fill the desert. Something will continue hunting the world and shattering all of the holy relics and religious iconography that connects mankind to their gods and the next life. For someone technologically minded? Not a big deal. But a huge one when someone with a particularly blessed soul needs to be born in another 4,500 years and won't have the power to fight the threat that they need to.
If someone can catch the moment when things might turn, either return for help or stop it themselves, they can save not just the lives of those in the Pharoh's domain. They just need to know exactly what and when. It could be another time traveler stopping a threat at its source. It could be some sort of hellish force lashing back against the gods. It just needs to be stopped.
SALVAGE - A GOOD BOY
What was once a mighty secretive organization on an alien world has failed in its protective duties. Facilities with rows and rows of protective cells now lay derelict. In this one building in particular, some doors are torn off their hinges. Bodies can be found in various positions of anguish. Something, or a variety of somethings, scoured this world clean of the dominant sapient life and as a last-ditch effort to save what they could the people of this complex loosed every captive creature and being that they were keeping, and they still didn't manage to reach them all.
But in this building there's a very special computer, one with a predictive nature. There are any number of exceptional relics here that could be brought back to Alexandria, and they'd love them all, but the researchers would especially like to add this computer to enhance their powers of prediction to get the most accurate results with the most certainty possible.
Problem is that there are a lot of special access cards, many locked doors, and a few nigh-on-indestructible monsters between here and there. Such a small little thing might not be such a simple task to retrieve, especially in a building that seems specifically made of materials to inhibit teleportation (can't let certain subjects get loose, after all).
But in this building there's a very special computer, one with a predictive nature. There are any number of exceptional relics here that could be brought back to Alexandria, and they'd love them all, but the researchers would especially like to add this computer to enhance their powers of prediction to get the most accurate results with the most certainty possible.
Problem is that there are a lot of special access cards, many locked doors, and a few nigh-on-indestructible monsters between here and there. Such a small little thing might not be such a simple task to retrieve, especially in a building that seems specifically made of materials to inhibit teleportation (can't let certain subjects get loose, after all).
COURSE CORRECTION - BROKEN ENGLISH
There is an outcome that can't be avoided in this particular path. London is burning, people are dying, the streets are filled with carnage in one man's ceaseless search for war. Blimps travel overhead, spouting tinny German down upon panicked civilians as literally monstrous nazi soldiers attack the streets.
The sky is filled with zeppelins, and planes drop bombs in a throwback to the old war from decades before. In another universe with similar souls, this would be playing out differently. An exceptional team of monster hunters would be stopping this disaster, teaming up and with noble sacrifices eventually stopping the onslaught. But in this universe there is no noble sacrifices, no loyal soldiers to secret organizations built into the world to run out and prove themselves, no religious warriors ready to exact holy deeds.
There are just monsters. Vampires, werewolves, and clumsily made cyborgs are ready to use their various skills to go find what the planes and zeppelins overhead cannot. This needs to be stopped by a team of sufficient skill and strength to do so.
The sky is filled with zeppelins, and planes drop bombs in a throwback to the old war from decades before. In another universe with similar souls, this would be playing out differently. An exceptional team of monster hunters would be stopping this disaster, teaming up and with noble sacrifices eventually stopping the onslaught. But in this universe there is no noble sacrifices, no loyal soldiers to secret organizations built into the world to run out and prove themselves, no religious warriors ready to exact holy deeds.
There are just monsters. Vampires, werewolves, and clumsily made cyborgs are ready to use their various skills to go find what the planes and zeppelins overhead cannot. This needs to be stopped by a team of sufficient skill and strength to do so.
DOMESTIC - HOME SWEET HOME
Because Alexandria was pretty much built off refugees from different worlds, there's a wonderful mix of species and races and foods and types of construction in the civilian portions of the city, the areas that aren't part of the massive library. Unfortunately, some people do still carry old hate with them and fights do still break out. People do still have their very natural flaws.
A particularly rough fight, in true dramatic movie fashion, led to a bunch of sales carts in an open market being crashed in.
If you want your fair share of groceries, some of the vendors are letting people take some, or are making them simple dishes of food, if they help them clean up in the aftermath of the brawl.
A particularly rough fight, in true dramatic movie fashion, led to a bunch of sales carts in an open market being crashed in.
If you want your fair share of groceries, some of the vendors are letting people take some, or are making them simple dishes of food, if they help them clean up in the aftermath of the brawl.
R&D - MAGICAL DESIGN
Everyone's heard of the stereotypical crystal ball, and there is a healthy collection of them in the library. Unfortunately most of them operate via magic, and in magical aversive worlds this doesn't give course correctors and scouts much time for caution if they need to check their pathing. So the Library is putting the R&D department to the unique task of creating a completely digital version.
This may involve converting it to magitek first, or careful trial and error in a testing room, or just losing sleep over design attempts while a magical orb stares you in the face.
Whatever is the case, it's now your assignment to help in the creation of a device that can provide glimpses a few days into the future using this relic as a base. Try not to break it. Getting them is expensive and troublesome.
This may involve converting it to magitek first, or careful trial and error in a testing room, or just losing sleep over design attempts while a magical orb stares you in the face.
Whatever is the case, it's now your assignment to help in the creation of a device that can provide glimpses a few days into the future using this relic as a base. Try not to break it. Getting them is expensive and troublesome.
Uchiha Sasuke ; Naruto ; CRAU from like... so many places it's unreal
Sasuke was used to chaos. Ever since Yuuko, those many years ago, ever since he gained this power. At first it had been him searching for something, anything, who knew what--a reason, a purpose, when so much had collapsed on him. Penance, too, perhaps. It may still be penance that drives him, but the Uchiha no longer seeks places that require aid. Those places seek him.
And, true as anything, he's called to another. Dropped right into the midst of devastation. Mismatched eyes observe the scene below from the crumbled decays of what once was a full building. Putrid air hardly fit to breathe. Smoke so thick it makes day look like night. Languages he doesn't understand, cries and pleas.
It's nothing he's never seen before but it is a particularly extreme clusterfuck of madness. He doesn't spend too long watching, just enough to grasp the situation a little further. The most important and immediate action Sasuke takes is handling civilians. Darting off with lightning speed, he seeks those caught up in everything on the street pushing them right through a portal without even a word.
They can deal with the whole 'what the fuck,' and 'who the fuck are you' thing later.
And a Werewolf AU
It's fucked up but it's driving him in the fight, snarling and tearing these half-baked undead. He's not fully transformed but he's got his fangs showing and his claws out, and as Sasuke is helping a human away the werewolf mauls a faked up vampire that was thinking of going after them himself.
After tearing a chunk out of his throat and shaking with all the force of a feral hound, he drops the body and swipes his messy mouth with the back of his hand.
"I guess fuckin' nazi scum vampires were somethin' I was gonna find sooner or later," he grumbles. What a goddamn universe.
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But after he's cleared out a good chunk of civilians from their nearby and soon to be flattened hideout, he pauses for a moment just to... take in the absolute chaos. It is... just pure madness. There are people, already, that he just couldn't get to in time. And of course, now he's a target. So, since it seems link Hank is on the same side at the moment, Sasuke's just going to grab the guy and teleport out of the way of an incoming bomb. Thank him later.
"This language," they landed not far from the action. Easy to re-engage. Gives another vantage point for quick analysis. Hard to... determine what, hold on a moment.
Sasuke turns his head toward the other man, those mismatched eyes still burning brightly in the smoke, "is this just an extermination?" His accent is quite thick, but understandable. "I don't understand what they're saying."
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"Pretty much. But hey, don't dish it out if you can't take it." He isn't that worried, obviously. Not even all that fazed over the idea that he might have had some charred bits a few minutes ago- Yeah, shit hurts, but the good part of being a werewolf now is he can hold up to people fuckin' with him.
"Some guy made a bunch of fake-ass vampires. All this is to bait someone in particular out of hiding. Who knows who. Just some standard European fuckwit with daddy issues they turned to an ethno grudge, I'm guessing."
He unstraps a crossbow from his back. He'll have to retrieve the bolts but it's better than wasting bullets.
He really wishes his own Japanese monster hunting buddy were here, even if he'd be making shitty dog jokes at him the whole time.
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"Then I suppose we find this," a break, eyes shift toward Hank, "'fuckwit'." Very descriptive language there. It even pulls the smallest smirk from the corner of Sasuke's lips. "You are fine on the ground?" He can take overhead, then.
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The ground work, that is. He's just hoping none of these low-ranking fuckers have silver bullets. Doesn't seem like it so far, but it's a concern. "Remember, we just gotta make room for the heroes of this world to do their thing!" he calls. 'Heroes'. Other monsters, that is. Just like in his. If they let the people that should win actually win, then the timeline has a better chance of staying solid. But of course, there's always the chance that it could still go wrong 'cause assholes are assholes and the 'good guys'? Still assholes. "Unless the idiots really fuck it up."
Using his cross-bow he starts shooting vampires coming at him. Or... are they ghouls? These are different monster laws than he's used to. They're fucking disgusting, whatever they are. Being nazis is bad enough. Being poorly designed on top of it?