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hotshot_momma ([personal profile] hotshot_momma) wrote in [community profile] aftr_ooc 2018-07-16 06:02 am (UTC)

Anna Lin | Bliss Stage | practically, a tabletop OC

1 - But now the current's slowly pulling me down
[Major Lin has no idea how she's gotten here or what she's doing - she suspects dream BS, but that intel's not as useful as she'd like. And all of her rank and experience with her weapons of choice, symbolic and literal, don't make her a sailor. She grits her teeth, hugs the mast, and shouts -]

- How do we get this piece of crap to that island?

[There's a fear in her - and it's showing. Feeling useless isn't great for her mood.]

2 - It's not my time, I'm not going
[This, sadly, is more her element - even if Lin is in a cage, the mission and it's objectives couldn't be clearer. 1, get herself and others free; 2, beat a strategic retreat; 3, arm herself and her new allies; 4, repeat steps 1-3; 5, kill every ape she sees.

[Five is technically optional - but, Lin would argue, immensely satisfying.

[For now, she catches eyes with who she can in the same predicament, and starts to count on her fingers where they and only they can see. Trying to get across to gesture, trying to count assets, trying to plan escape.]


3 - Do you remember the beginning of this, and how life was?
[Absolutely dream bullshit, but whatever, she'll feed this fire the fuel it hungers for. Anna feels she needs to get this off her chest anyway.]

Who's a fan of giant robot yarns? Huh? Apocalyptica? YA sci fi bullshit? Cause I got a story about the end of my world, and the start of a new one... with any luck.

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