capencowl2020 | BABY WE WERE BORN TO RUN

WHO: EVERYONE
WHERE: THE STREETS OF THE CITY
WHEN: Duration of the event
WHAT: PRISONER TRANSPORT/RESCUE
WARNINGS: Violence and language likely
OOC NOTES: This is a starter log to help kick off the event. Feel free to use or post your own!

The transport process isn’t a fun one. Captured Metas are outfitted with power-nullifying handcuffs and collars, chained into the back of a heavily armored prison transport vehicle. Normally there’s a huge procession that goes alone with this: more back up vehicles, overhead support, government loyal metals in every vehicle. But this rush of new arrivals has pushed the system to its limits- there’s never been a need to accommodate more than a specific number of known Metas. It has the guards in the vehicles on edge, jumpy as they try to navigate through the City without the usual back up. And it’s a strain the resistance is more than ready to push to the breaking point.

In addition to transporting new arrivals to their reprogramming, there are the already-present Meta prisoners that must still be shuffled around, causing a mix of old and new in the vehicles. And irresistible targets for liberation for the resistance groups. When the transport is hit, which will the new Metas side with? Your captors you may still be able to gain a comfortable life working with? Or the rebellion fighting their way into the vehicle?

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“God, no.” The thought is so horrifying that Jacob has to chuckle with relief as he lets Lucina go. “No, the Porter sent me home. Things were good. I was good. My family’s doing great. Then...”

He gestures at the nightmare around them. “Here I am. Just arrived and got stuffed in one of these transports. It’s like the Soviets all over again. Do you know what the hell happened?”

It's weird to feel both relieved and dismayed at once -- relieved that he's not native to this mad place, dismayed he's apart from his family, relieved to hear of the family...and that he's in front of her right now. Weird aside, it's selfish to be so grateful to have him back for even a moment, but she'd come to rely on him so much for his wit and wisdom!

She shakes her head, frowning. "It was nearly the same for me, but...but I was able to slip by at first. It's just been non-stop since! Since right now, at least..."

She hesitates, glancing around.

"I, I don't know who else could be here besides me...me and Guzma, I mean--"

"Guzma? That guy?"

Jacob wrinkles his nose. Last he was an imPort, Guzma was still That Pokemon Guy Who Fucked up Darin and Kept Fighting Everyone. Surely nothing major has changed on that front since he was Ported out, right?

"I saw some familiar faces during the transport," he says sombrely. "None of them remembered me. They've only been imPorts in this world."

Which is a terrifying thought. Jacob has been here less than half a day, and he already misses Maurtia Falls. And he has never liked Maurtia Falls.

That guy might be where she needs to leave it for now; there are bigger concerns than the wild ways relationships have changed since Jacob left. That said, she still goes a touch pink and shifts awkwardly before the topic naturally changes.

"You mean...there are other worlds with the same capabilities as our own?" Even as she says it, she starts to frown, realizing something about that. "Wait--I thought the other world that could...was consumed. Destroyed? At least, that's what Ruka and some of the older imPorts have spoken of..."

"Pretty sure this is that world," Jacob says with a gesture. "Or at least, a version of it. 'The City' and all that."

He shakes his head, dismissing it, then focuses on Lucina again, taking in how she looks, how she's changed and stayed the same.

"Enough about this lousy world, though," he says. "I wanna hear about you. How long has it been? Now that my memories are back, it feels like I was Ported out yesterday."

"It certainly wasn't yesterday," she assures, and for a moment, she plants her hands on her hips, trying to bully herself past her fleeting beat of embarrassment. Telling Jacob about that...it's not like she wants to hide things! But is it really the time? There'd be so much to try and explain.

And besides, as far as big things to tell him...

Her eyes widen, realizing. Of course. He wasn't there, but he has to know--

"Jacob, we did it." She straightens up, rising up nearly to her tiptoes before settling back flat-footed. "The fates, I mean. The conflict? Atropos, the sisters...it happened. It happened and we were able to stop the downfall! Everyone was safe. We didn't loose anyone, not a one! Because you helped us prepare...we made it out."

Jacob stares at her silently for a moment, just making sure he heard that right. Then he finds himself a wall to lean against, because suddenly some of the tension just left his body.

"You mean it's... over?" He asks. "You beat Atropos? The world is safe?"

Saying the words feels alien in his mouth, like he's trying to speak a foreign language for the first time. He has to chuckle at it.

"That's incredible, Lucina. I... I don't know what to say. Except that I'm proud of you."

"Don't be proud of me," she cries quickly, almost laughing. "It wasn't me. It was Aegis. Everyone! Everyone fought together, struggled together..." That enthusiasm crests and wanes, her expression getting somber. Without thinking, her hand goes to the hilt of her sword. Not Falchion -- Aurora. A different blade entirely.

"And many of us...had to give up a lot to see it through to the end." She dips her head. "It's...partly why I'm glad you weren't there. To have to lose something."

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