PSL thing

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[Etraya, overall, is a pretty safe place. There are exceptions to the rule, but outside of missions Accelerator finds he rarely has to use his esper ability to defend himself. People don't fight with each other, Aurora's robots are a lot more peaceful than Eos's, and there aren't any dangerous creatures lurking around.

Mostly.

Accelerator isn't familiar with Krampus. He's passingly familiar with secular Christmas traditions, but he's never bothered to celebrate it himself. Krampus is well beyond him, so it's a bit of a surprise when some big goat monster comes out of nowhere and stuffs him into a sack before he can switch modes on his choker. From there it's a rough ride over rocks and through water (rivers?), and then he's tossed unceremoniously into a rusty iron cage. He's cursing as the creature stomps away, its growls of Confesssssssssss echoing around the cavern walls.

At least he still has his crutch?]

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[unthreatening]

[ It's been several years removed from Baron Ryoval's basement, and that was only for a few days, but it left an indelible impression on Taura. Being shoved in a dark hole, called it, forced to eat live lab rats to survive, constantly starving and thirsty and desperate with no expectation of it ever ending -- it was a long few days. And she does still hate being hungry.

So it's hard to maintain her usual professionalism when she finds herself stuck in a suspended metal cage like some kind of pre-spacer Earth torture device. Hours feel like days as the hunger deepens, her metabolism the equivalent of four healthy adult men.

By the time Accelerator is dumped into the cage floating next to hers, she's starting to feel desperate. She's an eight foot tall immensely muscled woman in gray combat fatigues coiled up in a cage. She growls unconsciously as Krampus appears and then leaves, quite an animalistic noise emerging from an outslung wide jaw bracketed by lupine fangs. Taura already knows there's no way for her to pry the bars open, improbable as that is with her strength, but the urge to tear Krampus's head off is immense.

She gets her violent impulses under control enough to take stock of her new companion prisoner. But first things first.

In a tight voice, ] You don't have any ration bars, do you?

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[Accelerator's brain is still processing which way is up when he hears the growl, and for a split second he can only stop and think that whatever grabbed him has dumped him into some cage with a wild animal. Cool, great, just what he wanted to do today. Fight off some feral critter.

He shakes his head as he sits up, one hand automatically going for his choker. But when he sees a person (???) and not an animal, he pauses.]

Ration bars...?

[He clocks that she means food, and he drops his hand.]

I don't even have my fucking gun.

[He feels so dumb for not having it on himself. Scowling, he glances around.]

Where the fuck are we?

[unthreatening]

[ Is he talking about a laser gun? Those are so obsolete. And this looks like a pretty young kid. Taura herself can't be much older, she thinks, though comparing her age to other people's always feels like a futile grasping exercise in making herself depressed. She doesn't think she'll live past twenty-five; it makes her age feel different somehow, intrinsically. ]

Wouldn't matter, they took my weapons, [ she says with compressed frustration. As a professional mercenary she of course keeps careful stock of her weapons at all times. Hearing there's still no food is rough, but she's not going to complain until she has a better sense of her audience. ]

... I don't know. I've been in here a while. [ On a sigh: ] It feels like forever, but it can't be more than five standard hours.

[ Taura slumps back against the bars of the cage, causing it to creak -- largely for dramatic effect, she thinks. ]

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[No weapons, huh? Accelerator gives her a quick look up and down before firmly turning and focusing his attention on their cage. She looks strong enough that breaking the bars should've been an option without any weaponry... does that mean they're reinforced?

That thought is put on hold when she answers his question. He glances back over, eyes widened slightly, his surprise melting into a scowl.]

Tche, I'm not staying in here for five fucking hours.

[So he reaches up to his choker, hits the switch, and taps a bar.






Aaaaand there's nothing.]