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ph_logs2023-07-19 07:45 pm
daddy_topside) wrote in ph_logs2023-07-19 07:45 pm
Delta Catch All
Who: Subject Delta (daddy_topside) and pretty much everyone!
What: Delta v (small) Civilization
When: Varying times of the day!
Where: Varying spots but mostly around the outer edges of Pumpkin Hollow!
Warning(s): Canon typical violence (Bioshock). Will add anything if they come up!
Open - In Town! (Daytime)
Subject Delta was created for the sole purpose of attending to the protection of a singular Little Sister. When he wasn’t doing that, he was hunting for leaks and doing repairs on a megalomaniac’s underwater hell city.
Figuring out mundane things like housing and groceries isn’t… quite in his repertoire. You might as well have thrown a tortoise into a lake and gotten about the same level of drowning incomprehension.
Typically, Delta would commit to the fine art of simply disregarding everything anyone tried to tell him and forge his own path. It’s just this time he’s so far out of his depth, he doesn’t even have the familiar to fall back on.
In the end, stunned by the endless be-clouded skies and the sheer shock of it all, Delta simply parks himself on a rocky hill and contemplates insanity.
For Grace - Downtown (Daytime)
Money, at least, was a familiar concept to Subject Delta. Cash to be traded for goods (and services, but you didn’t exactly get service between the splicers having the run of the place and just plain being a Big Daddy). You didn’t crawl out of a libertarian’s wet dreams without at least learning that.
The question is just what to spend money on. Deprived of his weapons, Delta instead muddles about Downtown, accumulating frightened and wary stares from the sparse populace as he contemplates the window of a woodworking shop.
daddy_topside) and pretty much everyone!What: Delta v (small) Civilization
When: Varying times of the day!
Where: Varying spots but mostly around the outer edges of Pumpkin Hollow!
Warning(s): Canon typical violence (Bioshock). Will add anything if they come up!
Open - In Town! (Daytime)
Subject Delta was created for the sole purpose of attending to the protection of a singular Little Sister. When he wasn’t doing that, he was hunting for leaks and doing repairs on a megalomaniac’s underwater hell city.
Figuring out mundane things like housing and groceries isn’t… quite in his repertoire. You might as well have thrown a tortoise into a lake and gotten about the same level of drowning incomprehension.
Typically, Delta would commit to the fine art of simply disregarding everything anyone tried to tell him and forge his own path. It’s just this time he’s so far out of his depth, he doesn’t even have the familiar to fall back on.
In the end, stunned by the endless be-clouded skies and the sheer shock of it all, Delta simply parks himself on a rocky hill and contemplates insanity.
For Grace - Downtown (Daytime)
Money, at least, was a familiar concept to Subject Delta. Cash to be traded for goods (and services, but you didn’t exactly get service between the splicers having the run of the place and just plain being a Big Daddy). You didn’t crawl out of a libertarian’s wet dreams without at least learning that.
The question is just what to spend money on. Deprived of his weapons, Delta instead muddles about Downtown, accumulating frightened and wary stares from the sparse populace as he contemplates the window of a woodworking shop.
no subject
He seems intent on something over the precipice.
no subject
When Delta stared down at the sea from atop the cliffside, however, his curiosity piqued once more. He took a few steps toward the edge, trying to see if he could catch a glimpse at whatever his silent acquaintance was looking at.
rl ate me alive, sorry!
There's a ripple in the air around the metal man, like a mirage forming over hot pavement. He reaches his hand out and that twisting of space condenses, gathering dust and pebbles into the swirling vortex.
From somewhere below them, a rusted pocket knife ascends like a rocket directly into the man's open palm.
No worries! It be like that sometimes
"Cool trick," Gerard remarks smoothly despite being utterly baffled. Sure, a mute in a diving suit doing wizard magic or some shit. Why not. That might as well happen. "What's the knife for?"
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Not particularly useful for this Big Daddy. Refolding the knife, he turns to Gerard and holds it out.