After being freed from her own confinement, she’d searched her surroundings with increasing desperation, looking for any of the familiar faces she couldn’t imagine not being at her side. The acceptance that she is alone doesn’t come quickly. If she emerged here, then surely the others can’t be far off. They could have freed themselves and run, as she had. Sena, strong enough to pull herself out far faster than Mio had, or Taion, clever enough to find his way, or even—even anyone else.
So when she finds another hand grasping for the air, she digs, unearthing the person buried beside her as quickly as she can. When the loose soil is pulled away enough that Mio can retract her leaf-scratched, dirty hands, pulling someone else out with them, she sighs in soft relief.]
There you are. Been trying to pull you out for nearly a term-
Oh… [Her expression wavers, if only for a moment. Recognition—or, more accurately, a lack of one—passes over her face. ] Ah, sorry; I thought you might be…
[No one wants to hear that their rescuer wanted to save another person. Mio shakes her head, then glances down at whoever she did manage to free. She begins to pull her puffy silver jacket from her shoulders, ready to offer it (and she’ll do this especially quickly if the other arrival is in the nude).]
You’re all right?
ii. moral hazard: how much time do you have left?
[Mio is already swaying on her feet, chest rising and falling in erratic, short little motions. Her hands ball into fists at her side, and despite what is obviously now a great deal of pain being caused by the "game," she speaks with passion.]
It doesn’t have to be like that… No one has to get hurt. No one has to die!
[Her eyes clench closed, the agony half from the poison’s advancing spread and half from the thought of letting anything precious slip from her grasp. When she’s gone from the world, everything she’s ever thought or loved or remembered will be gone as well. How could she willingly give anything like that up so easily?]
But if it comes down to it… if it’s the only way. I—
[Of everyone, she’s sure to have the least time left, but Mio’s voice struggles in her throat. She can’t quite bring herself to say it. She’s already running on one borrowed life, one she doesn’t want to squander.]
iii. in springstar, psychagogia: wonderdome
[Mio has been wandering around this eclectic, cramped city-island in an overstimulated daze, jostled constantly by others as she makes her way through the sensory overload.
So this is what the city is like…So this is a city. Are all cities the same? It truly isn’t anything like a Colony, especially with so many people who look so different from one another crammed together in the same space. Should she expect the same everywhere?
After an indeterminate time of wandering, carried past dance halls and entertainment venues on a slow, dissociative wave, she’s stopped outside of Starlight Park. Like many of the other establishments in the district, she hasn’t gone inside, and faced with the experience promised within, she hesitates to walk any closer. In fact, Mio keeps a fearfully reverent amount of distance from the main attraction itself, as if behold a relic or a dangerous weapon. As she senses someone else standing nearby, Mio finally wrenches her gaze away to look at them directly.]
They say it lasts for a month. Whatever’s on display, that is. [She looks back at the dome, her eyes glossy with a memory of a far-off place.]
One month… Think that’s enough time?
iv. in highstorm, the tomes: truth is stranger than
[The collection of books here is a novelty, one unlike anything she’s ever encountered. Records where she’s from are kept by necessity; soldiers of Agnus learn what they need to in order to fight for the Queen. Essentials are passed through Irises. There’s no need for fictional accounts, so she has no idea what to expect from a title from the “Indulgences” section. Is it any wonder that she takes many of the contents here at their face value as well?
Mio is seated, so enraptured in the book spread open in her lap that her ears twitch constantly with every page read, her lips silently forming the words as she scans them. She turns the page again, then…
She squeaks, jumping out of her seat.]
...Did something like this really happen? [Mio mutters to herself, unaware of any other visitors to the stacks. A quick glace at the book now dangling from her hand reveals the title: I Was a Teenage Snake Alien Who Conquered the Universe. ]
v. wildcard
[Something else you’d like to do with Mio? Hit me up! I can be reached on the Discord or antiquating. For the moral hazard prompt, I’m certainly open to subjecting her to multiple sacrificial games! While I’m especially interested in putting her through sacrificing an important memory, I’m honestly very game to explore any and all options. If you’d like to rope me into something on another toplevel or set up something new, don’t be shy and let me know!]
mio | xenoblade chronicles 3 | unknown (exalt??????)
[Mio digs frantically.
After being freed from her own confinement, she’d searched her surroundings with increasing desperation, looking for any of the familiar faces she couldn’t imagine not being at her side. The acceptance that she is alone doesn’t come quickly. If she emerged here, then surely the others can’t be far off. They could have freed themselves and run, as she had. Sena, strong enough to pull herself out far faster than Mio had, or Taion, clever enough to find his way, or even—even anyone else.
So when she finds another hand grasping for the air, she digs, unearthing the person buried beside her as quickly as she can. When the loose soil is pulled away enough that Mio can retract her leaf-scratched, dirty hands, pulling someone else out with them, she sighs in soft relief.]
There you are. Been trying to pull you out for nearly a term-
Oh… [Her expression wavers, if only for a moment. Recognition—or, more accurately, a lack of one—passes over her face. ] Ah, sorry; I thought you might be…
[No one wants to hear that their rescuer wanted to save another person. Mio shakes her head, then glances down at whoever she did manage to free. She begins to pull her puffy silver jacket from her shoulders, ready to offer it (and she’ll do this especially quickly if the other arrival is in the nude).]
You’re all right?
ii. moral hazard: how much time do you have left?
[Mio is already swaying on her feet, chest rising and falling in erratic, short little motions. Her hands ball into fists at her side, and despite what is obviously now a great deal of pain being caused by the "game," she speaks with passion.]
It doesn’t have to be like that… No one has to get hurt. No one has to die!
[Her eyes clench closed, the agony half from the poison’s advancing spread and half from the thought of letting anything precious slip from her grasp. When she’s gone from the world, everything she’s ever thought or loved or remembered will be gone as well. How could she willingly give anything like that up so easily?]
But if it comes down to it… if it’s the only way. I—
[Of everyone, she’s sure to have the least time left, but Mio’s voice struggles in her throat. She can’t quite bring herself to say it. She’s already running on one borrowed life, one she doesn’t want to squander.]
iii. in springstar, psychagogia: wonderdome
[Mio has been wandering around this eclectic, cramped city-island in an overstimulated daze, jostled constantly by others as she makes her way through the sensory overload.
So this is what the city is like…So this is a city. Are all cities the same? It truly isn’t anything like a Colony, especially with so many people who look so different from one another crammed together in the same space. Should she expect the same everywhere?
After an indeterminate time of wandering, carried past dance halls and entertainment venues on a slow, dissociative wave, she’s stopped outside of Starlight Park. Like many of the other establishments in the district, she hasn’t gone inside, and faced with the experience promised within, she hesitates to walk any closer. In fact, Mio keeps a fearfully reverent amount of distance from the main attraction itself, as if behold a relic or a dangerous weapon. As she senses someone else standing nearby, Mio finally wrenches her gaze away to look at them directly.]
They say it lasts for a month. Whatever’s on display, that is. [She looks back at the dome, her eyes glossy with a memory of a far-off place.]
One month… Think that’s enough time?
iv. in highstorm, the tomes: truth is stranger than
[The collection of books here is a novelty, one unlike anything she’s ever encountered. Records where she’s from are kept by necessity; soldiers of Agnus learn what they need to in order to fight for the Queen. Essentials are passed through Irises. There’s no need for fictional accounts, so she has no idea what to expect from a title from the “Indulgences” section. Is it any wonder that she takes many of the contents here at their face value as well?
Mio is seated, so enraptured in the book spread open in her lap that her ears twitch constantly with every page read, her lips silently forming the words as she scans them. She turns the page again, then…
She squeaks, jumping out of her seat.]
...Did something like this really happen? [Mio mutters to herself, unaware of any other visitors to the stacks. A quick glace at the book now dangling from her hand reveals the title: I Was a Teenage Snake Alien Who Conquered the Universe. ]
v. wildcard
[Something else you’d like to do with Mio? Hit me up! I can be reached on the Discord or