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Started May 18, 2020 by Deleted user

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Name: Anastasia (Nastya) Nikolaevna Romanova, aka Rasputina. Or just, "Nastya Rasputina" or even simpler, Nastya.
Age: She's been in space for so long, how should she know? Plus, she doesn't really remember most of her life so that makes timekeeping difficult.
Canon Gender/Pronouns: Female, She/Her. Probably not cisgender, and since there's nothing disproving it, just. I'll leave that out there.
Canon Orientation (if unspecified or unconfirmed, go wild but I get pissy when people turn canon bi characters straight, ace characters allo, etc): No specific orientation other than that she's primarily attracted to mechanical beings, but implied to be a raging lesbian. I love her for it.
What they look like (a picture is fine and recommended for this): Yes, here she is, my wife. Look how pretty she is:

A few helpful personality traits: Okay the Mechs are annoyingly vague since most of the time their characters don't feature super heavily in their albums and Nastya doesn't get nearly enough love, in my mind, but on their fiction page I gather that she's a pretty serious person, but not like. Serious all the time, just down to earth. A hopeless romantic as well, and like all the Mechs, morally bonkers. But I love her.
Their wiki page or character sheet or whatever: Okay the mechs don't have a wiki but they have a website, her page doesn't give much useful info and I might play God with a bit of her canon but otherwise. Okay just. Here she is: https://themechanisms.com/the-crew/nastya-rasputina/
Fandom they're from: The Mechanisms.
Other (powers, fun facts, darkest secrets, etc): Functionally immortal, in a long term (mostly) monogamous relationship with the starship Aurora, was the ship's engineer when she was part of the crew. After she left, she took everything that remained of Aurora with her.

Name: The Toy Soldier
Age: What's that.
Canon Gender/Pronouns: What's that? Can you eat this gee-en-der? It/Its pronouns though.
Canon Orientation (if unspecified or unconfirmed, go wild but I get pissy when people turn canon bi characters straight, ace characters allo, etc): No idea, will go along with anything. Is just happy to be involved.
What they look like (a picture is fine and recommended for this): Guys look how cute it is!

A few helpful personality traits: Very excitable, has a….. eh, unique perspective on war and violence, has like, half a braincell and will do whatever you say if you seem like an authority figure.
Their wiki page or character sheet or whatever: https://themechanisms.com/the-crew/the-toy-soldier/
Fandom they're from: The Mechanisms
Other (powers, fun facts, darkest secrets, etc): Angelic singing voice. Originally meant for war, we assume, but ended up on the ship. Nobody knows why exactly it hangs around but it won't leave so we roll with it. Was never alive, and stopped pretending to be a while ago, but maybe it will again, if it finds a friend.

Good morning y'all, who's on? I can't wait to start!

Just got up lol. Ready when you are!

Also I'm not gonna ask for any explanation since I'm sure everything we need to know about the characters can be revealed through the RP(and not knowing makes me want to have my characters ask questions that they normally would anyway), but I have no idea what The Mechanisms is so fair warning

Oh. They're immortal queer space pirates who tell stories through song and Nastya is. My love. I'm just. cries in gay towards her general direction. You know how it is. The Toy Soldier was the only one I could plausibly use other than Nastya since the Mechs are all dead now unless I wanted to go back in canon time which would be messy. but. As one does.

They're immortal,you ask? Then how did they die, you ask? Because they don't have any braincells that's why.

But yeah so shall we begin then?

Alright lol. And sure, I'm ready!

Cool

I'll establish the setting and then post a starter. Our characters are on a train. They just. Wake up there. No preamble, no messy teleportation, they just fell asleep on night and woke up on a luxurious, yet completely windowless, train. The cars are huge and seamlessly attatched so you can't see out when moving from car to car. There's nobody else on it except our characters, but everything the could ever want for us already there. Well, except a way out, or a way to see out, or communication with the outside world. Given that it's a train, it's obviously taking our characters somewhere, but…. well, where?

(Okay I was slow because I got distracted with some home stuff. I'm here now.)

The rumble of the train could be felt down to your bones. It was almost unsettlingly smooth, no bumps or jolts or the environment any regular train might have, just.

Quiet. Which was fine, after wandering through the trains cars for a few days it was nice to know nothing was going to throw them to their deaths, or off course, or. Something. But the aloneness wasn't particularly fun.

Nastya had wandered the halls for who knows how long, taking the first breaths of air in a long time. She guessed it was a long time. Remembering didn't come easy to her. At least she had Aurora, safely kept in a large messenger bag packed snugly at her side. The metal of her love sang in a way only she could hear.

Maybe she'd been alone without anyone…. squishy for too long. Was she the only person in this place? Was it hell? Or some sort of purgatory. Hell made more sense given her history. But it wasn't painful in any sense. And besides, she had Aurora. She wasn't going mad, the psych evaluation centuries ago had told her she was sane enough.

So she went on, exploring, waiting to be taken to her destination.

Link was getting frustrated. The young hero had awoken in a strange place, all by himself, with no memory of how he had gotten there. Where was Zelda? Had something happened again? He hadn't died again, had he…? Link shook his head, pushing the thought away. He still had memories and specifically remembered going to sleep in his own house, on the floor. Hey, he'd given Zelda the bed and it wasn't as if he hadn't slept in more uncomfortable spots. So that was one mystery solved, but why was he here? And where was the prince–Zelda, he told himself firmly, She didn't want to be called "princess" anymore, just Zelda.

The young hero looked at a door on the other side of whatever moving room he was in. "Guess history repeats itself," he said, making his way to it. When all else fails, explore till you figure something out. That'd been what he told himself on the Plateau, and that was what he was doing now.

"Link? Link, where are you?" Zelda called, running through a door, then stopping short. A woman with a satchel bag was the only other person in this section. "Who…?" She trailed off. Part of her was angry and scared–this wasn't Link, what had happened to him?!–but another part of her was ecstatic. Another person! Zelda cleared her through and regained her composure. "Excuse me, but who are you? Do you have any idea what this place is? Have you seen a young man in a blue tunic? Why–" She cut herself short. "Ah, forgive me, that was too much…"

An angry shout rang through one of the cars far from Link or Zelda. Eijirou turned around to see the door he'd just come through get completely obliterated. "Whoa! Bakubro!" he exclaimed. The blonde boy stopped, seemingly puzzled, then his snarl turned into a smirk.

"So you're here too, eh, Shitty Hair?" he asked, approaching his red-haired friend. "Better than Deku, that's for sure."

Eijirou laughed and the two clasped hands for a moment. "Glad to see you, too, Bakugou. But, uh, do you have any idea what's happening?"

Bakugou released his grip, and a hostile light flashed in his eyes. "No, but when we find whoever or whatever's behind this, I'll kill them," he yelled. Eijirou just smiled.

"Glad to see you're still you, bro. Let's try to figure this out before we kill anyone, though."

"My name is Nastya Rasputina, former member of the interstellar pirate crew The Mechanisms. I've been wondering the same thing since I got here." she said, "but so far no answers. I believe we are on a train, likely non-terran given how smooth it's rolling. And who might you be?" she tilted her head, eyes boring holes into the other woman.