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ximilia mods ([personal profile] ximilian) wrote in [community profile] ximilialog2022-02-02 06:57 pm

MISSION: BAD COMPANY, PART 2

M I S S I O N   4 . 2

INTROTHE DREAM DEFERREDYOUR WAKE UP CALLFYI

// INTRO. WELFORD BRANSON  


It is barely past twilight in Scorpion’s Bend, the twin suns having just set, taking their light with them — but the moons delay, and so darkness lingers over the town as Lan Xichen’s conversation with one Welford Branson comes to an abrupt end. At the same time, all around the town, the team will notice the town natives around them stilling — some freezing in the middle of a sentence, a man with a fork in the air, a woman mid-step on the street, some youngsters with their mouths open in laughter. All of them become statues in less than a heartbeat; still, eyes vacant, like everything that made them seem alive has been taken away.

And then — a reverberating sigh, echoing heavily in the ears of all the Orbers. What follows are words, spoken by a chorusing voice now familiar to most of the team —

Well now you’ve done it.

The orb’s echoing sound is filled with disappointment, even annoyance.

Some may see that amidst all the frozen townspeople, an old man runs, clawing at his thinning hair. Some of you may hear his words, muttered, desperate:

I don't understand, I thought 'twas just a bad dream, everyone was fine, don't understand, what in the name of the Eight could've done somethin' like this —”

The disbelieving mumbles trail at his wake, making it clear he does not know what is going on at all — in fact, you may have a better idea as to what has happened than he does. But as you turn to follow him, open your mouth to yell at him to stop... everything around you shatters.

The lights in the buildings grow dim and break; the smell of food disappears; the horses in the stables simply fade away. You notice that if you were wearing or carrying something you bought while here, it too disappears, your clothes turning to those you had on upon arrival, all equipment shimmering away slowly.

But perhaps most importantly… the frozen statues of people crumble into ash right in front of you. It may fill the floors of the now-silent, dusty and worn-down houses, or it may blow away with the harsh desert wind — whichever it is, sans the team, the town of Scorpion’s Bend is now devoid of people.

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// PART I.THE DREAM DEFERRED  


The town that now surrounds the team is very different from the one it used to be — the houses are quiet, filled with sand and dust; doors broken, tables turned over, drawers open and mostly empty, aside from anything not valuable. The beds in Thornbush Inn are ragged, insects of various sizes skittering along the floors. The Saloon is dusty, furniture broken, and a lone piano stands in the corner, half its keys having crumbled away. The door to the Mayor’s office is ajar, a banging sound repeating as it hits the wall in time with the wind.



1.0   In the corners of the Sheriff’s office, the school and the church, the embera slither along, searching for food; owl-shrews hide from the Orbers on the streets, while feathered coyotes howl at the five moons now lending their light to see the town’s destruction better. The team may be the only living humanoids, but they are not the only living beings in the town anymore; in the absence of people, animals have made the town their home. And coexist they must, now, to survive the rapidly dropping temperature of the night that has fallen upon them.


2.0   The next morning, as the moons disappear underneath the horizon and let the two suns bring out their scorching rays once more, the team wakes up to the reality of having to survive Scorpion’s Bend… with very little supplies. So search the empty houses, for they still stand; the fire that has burned away the people has not touched the buildings… but they have not been immune to the passing of time, or the harsh weather in the desert. You may find clothing, basic equipment, pots and pans left on a now-cold stove; but no valuables, no money, no gems, no jewelry, no weapons.

But amidst your search through the town, remember that what you need, first and foremost, is to find water and something to eat — it will not be long until the suns are high in the sky, and some of you are already in desperate need of proper nourishment, without being left to endure the scorching temperatures the days on the planet of Badrock bring.


3.0   But should you want to brave the heat, you’ll find it is now possible to leave the town and venture out into the desert. Out there, the rock dragons search for prey, while bald vultures circle above your head in groups of three or four, their shrieks growing in volume the farther you walk. If you show weakness, any weakness, they strike — and the dragons, sensing their chance, are not far behind.

And when you least expect it, the ground underneath you trembles, like a small earthquake is approaching you… and then you see it: from the sand, a whale surges up, then another, and another, arcing through the air like suspended there, before the sand swallows them once more. Should you get too close, you too may be swallowed underneath the sand; unless you’re very, very careful, or have in your arsenal something else that may help you to deal with these near-immortal giants that have swam across the deserts for hundreds of thousands of years.


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// PART II.YOUR WAKE UP CALL  


Time passes at a snail’s pace without the comforts of the town you were used to. Scorpion’s Bend is now a wasteland you must survive, and it clearly isn’t easy. Some of you might question whether retrieving the orb is still an endeavour worth pursuing after all of this, but the rest of you know that it is. That you’ve come this far and you’re nearly there; you just need to band together and form a gameplan.

As the suns begin to set over the horizon on yet another grueling day of scorching heat and rough, dry sand in the ghost town of Scorpion’s Bend, you might begin to hear a distant thunder that has nothing to do with an oncoming desert storm or otherwise. It rattles at the already weakened structures of the old Saloon and the General Store, bits of broken glass and debris vibrating with the raucous sound of clattering hooves, feet, and paws. And as the sound of the invasion grows louder – you’ll hear the unmistakable manic howling and bellowing in accompaniment: these are the Bouldersnakes that some of you have already heard much of.



4.0   The Bouldersnakes are not a group to be taken lightly, and have garnered the fearsome reputation that they now hold for a reason. Kicking up dust, they arrive like a cloud of chaos in different sizes, shapes, and forms. Some have the ability to shrink and grow in size to match their opponents in physical size and weight. Other Bouldersnakes are agile and quick; and others yet are superhumanly strong and robust – either way, they make for formidable opponents when you, yourself, have been weakened from weeks of a lack of proper nutrition and sleep. The individual members of the Bouldersnakes are like a band of bloodthirsty brothers: from all walks of life and all colours and creeds, with a severe and mean streak to them, who will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

What goals, you ask? Should you listen carefully, their leader, riding a winged lizard-like creature, shouts to their underlings:

Find it! This is where it told us to come to. We missed it last time, but no more! I don't care what we have to do, we're getting our hands on that thing!

As it so happens, you are not the only crew in search of that elusive orb; the Bouldersnakes have been tracking down the whereabouts of this mysterious and all-powerful object themselves, burning through towns – quite literally – to get it. News that Scorpion’s Bend has seen a resurgence of life and might still be the resting place of the orb has the bandits seeking out the town again. Their first round through Scorpion's Bend about a year ago had them coming up empty-handed (save for a few bits and baubles), but this time they are determined to find what they've come here to find. Though if there’s anything left here to salvage... they’ll ransack as they please.

Whether you confront them head-on or they catch you in hiding, they won’t easily back down from a fight. It will be best to keep your distance if you can manage it, and hope that they’ll pass you by. But the Bouldersnakes have their weaknesses too: once maimed, they still bleed, and none of them are immortal, though they are notoriously difficult to kill based on their talents alone... and when they carry weapons, too, well — those not accustomed to battles may find it best to hide. And even for those with fighting experience under your belt, teaming up with your fellow Orbers and combining your shared skills will be your best chance at survival.


5.0   By the time the suns have disappeared and the moons have risen, the Bouldersnakes invasion will make the bandit attack from the other night seem like a childish tussle. The Bouldersnakes don’t play nice and have adapted to the harsh lands as ruthless survivors. They arrive like a wave, many equipped with weapons: guns, sabers, pistols and small knives. A few others have engineered their own specially crafted weapons made of metal and magic (in the shape of guns, blow-torches, and blades) that wield a special element harnessed from mined ore called ‘pulsefire’. It is this pulsefire, glowing a deep blue (like the hottest colour of flame), that has the capability to destroy all living beings and allows the bandits to systematically ravage unsuspecting towns down to ash, reap its benefits (either for the town’s riches and wealth, or and especially: for any supply of ore), and then leave without a trace.

The best way to fight against pulsefire is to acquire weapons of pulsefire of your own and best a Bouldersnake before they best you. (Think high stakes, noon-time duels of the pistol.) Of course, this is a very risky and very dangerous affair as one shot by pulsefire could mean your untimely demise and the element itself isn't easy to put out either, so it might be best to work in teams to strategically disarm and swipe a pulsefire weapon to use before they manage to overwhelm you.

NOTE:   If your character is alive, your character will be vulnerable to the effects of pulsefire. Unliving things such as buildings and infrastructure will not be affected. Pulsefire has a slow spread-rate over unliving things, but its effects on the living are instant. Once in contact with the element, pulsefire quickly consumes the living body and spirit until it is turned to ash. Putting pulsefire out over unliving things is relatively easy, but once pulsefire has touched the living, there's little to no chance of making it out in one piece.


All through this, you must still remember your goal — it is not to stay in Scorpion's Bend, or even fight the Bouldersnakes, but to find the orb... and that means finding Welford Branson. How will you convince him to give you the orb, when all signs point to him not even knowing what it is, or what it has done? That is what you must decide... if you survive the Bouldersnakes in one piece, of course.

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F Y I

The events in this log take place ICly right after the end of the NPC thread.

The voting for how to get the orb is now open! Please head HERE to submit your idea for how the team should proceed to get the orb, or +1 others’ ideas.

The conclusion of the mission and the return to the station will be posted on February 13.

If you have questions about anything in this log, please direct them HERE.

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scarcastically: (look like a man)

erik stevens | black panther

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-05 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
( 1.0 — the west can be a desperate place )
[ well, toto, erik thinks to himself, we're not in kansas anymore.

it felt like a completely different town. the change was instantaneous. the buildings shifted, the area became decrepit. if it wasn’t for the architecture, erik would connected it to the boroughs and neighborhoods he spent his childhood weaving in and out, always toeing the line of abject poverty. it feels a bit like robbing graves as he casually breaks down a few doors and starts canvassing for necessities. he didn’t find much in the way of food, but there’s enough clothing to be used as layers for the oncoming cold.

he manages to scrounge up needle and thread and mends a few, keeping them in a pile. whoever passes by, erik gestures to them. ]


Better grab some now. It’ll be a cold night.


( 2.0 — weapon station )
[ slipping into the gold jaguar suit, erik starts collecting the scrap and using the vibranium claws and strength-enhanced features to start fashioning out crude knives and little sacks with gunpowder. he has some which he usually carries whenever he goes into missions. moscow rule 2: technology will always let you down.

like with the clothes, he has them out in piles, grimacing as he sharpens a knife from a cutlery draw. ]


It ain’t perfect, but it’ll do. I recommend the smoke bombs. Better for a quick getaway. Not everything needs to be a blood bath.


( 4.0 — vibranium backup ) cw: murder, blood
[ normally, this is his element.

go in, dismantle, get out. the threat of pulsefire is unnerving, but erik’s worked in warzones. every fight is a potential ending. competence makes a difference but so much of a battle can be luck. you can do everything right and still end up dead. he died from a lucky move, after all. that’s all it took.

but also . . . he finds his appetite for a fight has dwindled. it’s not as appealing or . . . worthwhile anymore. he sees it in the eyes of the other station folk and he doesn’t like it, how quick and feral they get. how badly they seem to want blood. so he doesn’t race in, but he’s not a fool. a single person can tip a victory. he remains in the fringes, watching, waiting . . . and there, a break in formation as one of the bouldersnakes slips around, trying to corner the others. in his gold jaguar suit, erik launches at him, taking him by surprise and with a quick flick of his claws, erik tears out his throat. the bouldersnake gurgles and dies, quietly. erik stares at his hands for a moment, as if unsure of himself. ]


( wildcard )
[ got a different prompt you’d like to do? ping me on [plurk.com profile] timmtams / pm this journal / hit up my plotting comment ]
Edited 2022-02-05 01:34 (UTC)
callada: (beware the silent observer)

[personal profile] callada 2022-02-05 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Better than some, I think. Turns out I've probably done more of this sort of thing than half the people from your time and place.

[He's cold, and he's hungry too, as he's settled on eating less than his share so others can have some. But he's been colder and hungrier than this. He'll weather it one way or another.

With another snake skinned, he lops off the head and uses a spare plank of wood as a surface to start stacking thin little fillets. Without looking up, he asks,]


You doing all right?
coordination: (AT LAST IM HARD AGAIN)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-05 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ With a couple of tiny wiggles to settle in and back comfortably against the wall (and so they can both rest comfortably warm against each other), Yzak leaves that arm around his waist while the other stays draped around Blue's shoulders to keep him close.

He tips his head down in turn to meet his gaze, still pink (cause gosh he's all cute bundled up like that, ugh). ]


Good.

[ He mutters, and then adds, voice and eyes dipping the tiniest bit, still pink as he feels Blue's hands move back against him, because, ]

If your hands are still that cold, you can ... put them under my shirt, skin - skin is warmer, that's why!

[ That's ALL HE MeaNS but it can't not sound weird. ]
firstroar: (pic#6891947)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-05 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[even if that's REALLY all he means, it's impossible for Blue to not follow through in imagining the implications, because the last time anyone's hands were under anyone's clothes?

...

...okay he got dizzy and almost blacked out. BUT THE OTHER TIME--

with an equally pink-tinged expression:]
You won't mind? If you wind up...worked up from it. Or if I do? [pointedly:] It would be inevitable.
spoilers: (Default)

[personal profile] spoilers 2022-02-05 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
I'm going to assume the criteria for living is something along the lines of having some form of spirit? So Miss formerly dead and in a computer here shouldn't try her luck.
groupiedrifter: <user name=bushyeyebrows> (pic#15004591)

[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-02-05 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Dude, we don't have time for that! [He says it as he moves to sit down at the small make-shift desk he's made, then reaches down and starts rolling up one pantleg to reveal his skinny little leg. The only completely pale limb he's got on him, actually; the other has a sweet tattoo on the calf.] The faster we get this done, the faster I can get these distributed.

[He moves to pick up the knife, pulling it free from its makeshift holster to reveal the dangerous glow of the cold-hot blue fire.]

It'll work. 100%. Or — 95%. But it'll work. So can you do it? Smother the fire after the fact?
hatejakku: (yeesh)

4.0

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-05 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Finn's a pretty good fighter. His main skill, in fact. But they've been at this for a few hours now, not to mention that he hasn't been sleeping or eating and the worry about his friends is really distracting. So he's actually not all that surprised when he ends up on his back and a bandit has a gun in his face. What's worse, he's not even sure if he would have gotten out of it without the help.

Said help comes in a gust of wind, knocking the weapon from the bandit's hand, giving Finn enough time to retrieve his own weapon and kill him. No sooner than the body hits the ground, he's already up and running to the source of that original blow.

He expected to see Daisy. That... isn't Daisy. But she's an Orber so he's not complaining.

"Thank you! Are you all right?"

There's still chaos around them so it's not a great time to talk, but he has his priorities.
callada: (te cambio la visión)

[personal profile] callada 2022-02-05 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Reave, huh. Sounds... vicious, but he's not going to pick and choose right now, when it could mean their lives. He picks himself up off the ground and gives a firm nod, then gestures for Kaidan to back up, run around the corner, whatever he needs to do to get himself in position as footsteps approach. The Bouldersnake had saw him take cover here, after all - it's not a safe place to linger if one wants to take the enemy by surprise.

Rosinante himself retreats backward, then crouches behind a stack of old, crumbling barrels, the wood barely clinging to their metal hoops. There's room to retreat further back if he needs it, but the next street past might just have more trouble hanging out in it.

Finger on the trigger, he waits as the Bouldersnake - a stout creature, something humanoid but toadlike - rounds the corner. But the guy's smart enough not to just wander blindly into the alley either, and instead lets forth a blast of blue flame as he arrives. It pours into the alley and immediately the wood-and-brick building to Rosinante's left as well the outermost few barrels burst into flame. It falls just short of where he sits, though, and he finds himself holding his breath and biding his time in silence as the barrels begin to crackle.

As the blue flame pouring forth from the gun itself dies back, and as there's no screaming or smell of charred flesh from the alley, the Bouldersnake steps forward, and just as he's about to flinch back at the glint of light on the barrel of Rosinante's pistol, he fires at the toadlike fellow's chest, then rolls to his feet and dashes for more distant cover. He won't be able to see how well the shot landed right away, but he didn't silence it - Kaidan should still hear the blast from wherever he retreated to, and hopefully he can follow up however is needed. Meanwhile, Rosinante makes to round the block, and claps his hand to his chest with a whispered calm. If he needs to come around and finish the guy from behind, at least nobody will hear him coming.
hatejakku: (little smile)

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-05 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Peter... almost has it right. The whales do know what he's saying, and they seem to really like him a lot, enough to let him near their young. Finn has spending some time with them, too, on and off. While he really likes the young ones, most of his time has been spent conversing with the first few he met, the much older and larger members of the pod.

One of the things he's come to regret about this mission (of which there are a lot) is that he didn't get to meet the sand whales sooner.

He was just heading back in to see them again when spots Peter and greets him with a smile. Finn doesn't look as serious and wrung out as usual, at least. The whales and the broken illusion have lifted his spirits, given him some hope, not to mention that he's made up with some of friends by now. ]


They are. They like you a lot, too.

[ He reaches out to pet one of the young ones, softly laughing at how it appears to really love the touch. ]
flickerandfade: (013  »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-05 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
I am Megatron of Tarn. Just Megatron is normal.

[ A belated introduction. ]

I don't determine where people choose to sit. If I happen to do a decent job of providing a touch of shelter from the sun, then by all means.

[ Standing on his shoulder, Gwen can no doubt hear the loud hum of fans or some other machinery that seems to be moving air around inside of the massive cybernetic form. Gotta stay cool somehow. ]

A reflective cover would be useful and more comfortable. I doubt you have one in my size, though.
hatejakku: (beauty shot)

locked to Yelena;

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-05 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Night has fallen on Scorpion's Bend and... it's cold. It's damn cold. Now that the illusion's gone, the nocturnal winds have gotten some bite in them, and their first doesn't appear like it'll be a pleasant one.

Finn spent many years in a freezing climate, has been trained to survive in most of the climates that his galaxy has to offer, so he's... okay. He knows what to do, anyway. And, at the moment, he's not doing any of those things.

He's left the safety of a building, making sure none of the Orbers decide to do something stupid and spend the night outdoors. Which is when he comes across someone he knows (hopes) isn't planning something like that. ]


Yelena? [ His arms are tucked around his midsection and his words are a little unsteady but, again, he's fine. ] What are you doing out here?
coordination: (are you necessary)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-05 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ wOW BLUE he was trying not to let his mind go there and now look what you've done. Yzak's going from pink to a nice shade of tomato and his voice goes up a couple of octaves as he stammers. ]

I— I wouldn't have offered if I minded! And who said I get worked up that easily!?

[ Now that almost feels like a challenge. Which Yzak can never back away from. ]

J-just do it already if you're still cold!
firstroar: (pic#6892337)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-05 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Blue can't help but breathe out a gentle laugh, ducking his head from the bluster, knowing full well Yzak will likely eat those words...

but then again, if his pride is so on the line, maybe he'll endure it? either way, he'll do as Yzak says, twisting to turn into him a bit, propping himself up on one hand between them so he can send his other hand freely to Yzak's side, having to feel around for the hem of his shirt and slip his not-as-cold-but-still-chilly hands underneath, holding his breath and bracing for the response.]
hatejakku: (i do what i want)

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-05 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Finn steps further inside, getting a quick layout of the house itself. Single-story, small, an obvious kitchen to their left, what looks to be living quarters- er, bedrooms and such towards the back. Finn wouldn't doubt that there's a cellar, too, probably only accessible from the outside. Hard to tell right now.

He... thinks they're alone. If anything else is in here, it's not angry and it doesn't know about them. But he feels so blindsided. At the same time, he feels safe enough to make a suggestion. ]


You want to try the bedrooms? I can start in the kitchen.
whitestonelives: (go; spirits in my head & they)

2.0

[personal profile] whitestonelives 2022-02-05 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Hm? Oh. [Percy's inspecting the smoke bombs with a discerning eye, turning them over in his hand with a curious look on his face. He puts it down gingerly, then says:] I have a few of my own. I actually still have materials left over, if there's anything more complicated you had in mind, perhaps I can help with that.

[A pause.]

At the very least, there'll be more gunpowder and smoke bombs to pass around.
coordination: (Can you be my ice cream man?)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-05 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ The question is, is he hoping for Yzak to eat those words?

What actually happens before anything, is when Blue's still-chilled hands touch the much warmer skin under his shirt, Yzak can't help but let out a strained, high-pitched little noise and automatically squirm against them because it's actually fucking cold.

But he quickly, stubbornly says, before Blue can do anything or even consider pulling those hands away: ]
Don't even think about moving them!
scarcastically: (We move among the ones)

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-05 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ huh. erik blinks before nodding appreciatively. ]

Go for it, man. These are super crude so I welcome any expertise. They're just enough to get by at most.
firstroar: (pic#6892335)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-05 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Blue presses his lips together in a thin line to stifle his smile, tucking his head under Yzak's chin, resting it against his shoulder. he is obedient of course, keeping his hand right where it settled under that twitchy stomach, but:]

If I asked permission, would you consider it?
callada: (we came here to ask if you'd stop)

[personal profile] callada 2022-02-05 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
What I wouldn't give for scotch right now. Don't think money'd be good for more than throwing at the walls, though. As for interesting, there's a big trunk here shoved under what's left of the bed.

[Which, as he mentions it, he kneels down and reaches for a handle to drag it out, then ends up scooting back in a coughing fit as the attempt kicks a cloud of dust into his face, and leaves him with a broken handle in his hand. The trunk itself barely moved an inch before that came off.]

Ugh. Might need a hand.
aurable: (pic#15259191)

[personal profile] aurable 2022-02-05 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Bouldersnake were an outside-context problem that had upended any chances of the team coherently planning their next move. Drift had tried to follow the others who had been caught the most off-guard with the most negligible chances of avoiding a fight. The task itself was as straightforward as trying to herd ashes scattered in a gale. Objectively, he would have been impressed by how efficiently they weaponized the element of surprise. — Had they not been a roving pack of blood-thirsty lunatics standing in their way while turning the husk of the town into a killing floor.

Between Drift losing sight of Bones just before he split off from his friend and the shot he heard ring out like a peal of thunder, only seconds had passed. Time comes to a screeching halt when all that stands between Bones lying prone on the ground is one man, just as defenseless and caught in the vacuum of panic and shock. The Bouldersnake takes one look back out of the alley to check if they were still being followed before turning back on Jim, too-long fingers itching around their sidearm.

— An eruption of wood splinters spray out like shrapnel in a cloud of debris, swallowing the bandit whole. A muffled cry is stifled under a din of metal sliding on metal as something incredibly large moves behind the curtain of dry ash and dust. When the figurative and literal dust settles, a massive hand has the confused and panicked Bouldersnake caged in. Too startled to even yell as whatever grabbed him drags him into the belly of the half-destroyed building with all the gentleness of a reckless child grasping a struggling insect.

Dead silence follows for a few heartbeats before Drift emerges. The rest of the now ruined building sloughing off his massive frame like an old snake's skin. Jim's would-be killer writhes uselessly in his grip. Arms pinned, they try in vain to reach for their weapon one more time as a horrible realization dawns on them when they stare up at Drift's pitiless eyes. ]


Wait, wait, wait- !

[ It's a hollow sound that can only be described as sticks being snapped under a pile of wet leaves. No one wants to know what approximates a spine being crushed in a cocoon of pulverized organs. Or how a macerated body being dropped twenty feet from the air strikes the ground with only a dull thud and no fanfare.

— Bones had been right about one thing. That Bouldersnake wasn't originally going after Jim and himself. They had been running from something.

Just as quick as it happened, a switch was flipped when Drift turned his attention back to the pair. Only now Drift noticed the red blossoming out from Bones's shirt and the cause of what had knocked any self-preservation out of Jim. Drift's hard expression turned raw and wild with fear. ]


Leonard?!
coordination: (just a Wilson to my Tom Hanks)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-05 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ As he adjusts to that feeling, he ... was about to settle down and ask Blue if it feels any better, any warmer like this. Because the way he was shivering earlier, and the chill of his own skin were concerning enough. But wow, this is taking a turn.

... though, if the point here is to stay warm, maybe not that big a turn.

Blue will feel him tense a little when that question is posed, focus completely grabbed by it. Yzak opens his mouth, closes his mouth, somewhat thrown.

Thrown, but intrigued. ]


Seriously?

[ Quickly: ] I mean— obviously! But you ... are you actually asking, or not!? [ What's with this 'if'! ]
hatejakku: (turn)

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-05 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Though Finn is glad that McCoy remained professional with him, allowed him to keep working at his side, there's been a layer of ice between them since the initial argument. Finn himself was the cause of a lot of it, at first, but even after he began to let it go, nothing between them really thawed.

Not that he blames McCoy about that, not in the least. This is a conversation that needs to happen if Finn wants to salvage this relationship, and he'd really like to, James just being one reason of many.

He takes a seat quietly but only spends a second or two that way before he just... dives in. ]


You were right about the rations. About James.

[ Obviously. It's Finn admitting it that's important. ]
callada: (ahora empiezo a retratar)

[personal profile] callada 2022-02-05 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Stuck.

[He finishes Ed's sentence readily. In his fall, he'd tipped backward, and so while his chest and legs below the knee are above the surface, his butt is fully submerged, and trying to push his way upward with his hands doesn't help any. In fact, it just makes him sink an extra couple of inches. Noticing this, he freezes, arms wide across the surface of the ground.]

Not going anywhere as long as I don't move, I think, but I'd sure as hell not like to spend the rest of my life here. Any ideas?

[He asks, as he looks around at the barren landscape. Maybe there's a cactus or tree or something they can use... somehow? He doesn't have a rope. Should've had a rope.

And in the distance, there's a rumble of something large that probably likes the sand a lot more than they do.]
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[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-05 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[the chuckle is from the voice of his thoughts, not his breath this time.

but aloud:]
Yes, I'm asking. Because it's worth asking.

[he tilts his head up, the bridge of his nose gently bumping his chin, bangs brushing his cheek.]

So...may I? Touch you elsewhere.
calmness: DO NOT USE (for the heart ☁︎)

lan xichen | the untamed

[personal profile] calmness 2022-02-05 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
THE DREAM DEFERRED

[following the collapse of the illusion and ford’s escape, xichen grows quieter. while he does not hide, the warmth he’s cultivated and normally shown has melted away into a polite, distant calm. he cannot explain the not-quite-guilt and grief. it is not the collapse of the illusion alone, though he does feel that this could have been avoided, but a cumulation of things.

logic reasons that ford's mental break was inevitable, a matter of time. but xichen has lived under the weight of the expectation of his title, of zewu-jun, as if he were not a man but an idealization carved from jade and animated into life. not quite on the same level as the rest, elevated along with his brother. so he feels like he could have done something to prevent it.

in ford he sees himself mere months ago, knows the feeling of having his world ripped from under his feet. then there are the shells of buildings and the knowledge that this place burned like his home once had.

so the grief, guilt and quiet he slips into are not so simple. a mish-mash of triggers and memories, all brought on at once and overwhelming. this mission is, as some might say, fucking awful. regardless of the fact that the he is aware the opportunity to change a regret would never come easily.

still, he does not idle. during the day there are supplies to help organize, hunts to assist on when he learns the animals can be pacified for a short time with his songs. more importantly, ford branson needs to be found.

as the days turn to nights and the temperature drops if anyone who finds themselves in the same shelter as him and looks like they're struggling with the cold, will soon have company. kneeling close by, xichen pulls out a piece of paper from inside his sleeve and mutters a few soft words. the words light up and warmth radiates from the sheet, enchanted to last through the night. now there's no need for a fire, which may draw predators in from the streets.]
This will help keep you warm for the night.

YOUR WAKEUP CALL

4.0

[war and battle are familiar to lan xichen, though each one brings its own twists and turns. no battle is easy, no enemy the same.

the advantages of having superpowers or abilities that enhance what they can do don’t give the orbers the upper hand here, xichen realizes that. the bouldersnakes are just as fast, just as powerful in some cases. they show up like a storm and it’s clear that they’re back for what they’d been searching for when they’d set this town ablaze, consuming ford’s treasures and all life with blue flames.

it was the orb itself. the reason why matters very little as they storm into town.

when havoc breaks loose, it’s clear on the first night that it will not be easy. luckily, xichen can hold his own in battle with nearly three decades of practical experience behind him. where his magic fails, physical training steps in. his fighting style coupled with cultivation means he moves quickly through the air, incorporating flips and spins to dodge any attacks from enemies with blades. the matter of protecting himself from guns though, well, any cover is appreciated because if an enemy approaches an unsuspecting orber he’s quick to trade sword for flute and push them back out of the way to give them time to counter.]
Behind you!

5.0

[by the second attack, xichen feels the fatigue of the mission in his bones but there is no time to rest. magic works differently in all worlds and here, with his flute, xichen realizes quickly he is not able to utilize the full extent of his powers.

the pulsefire cannot be contained but it can be slowed, pushed back as it heads in the direction of an orber who’s caught in the cross-fire.. ]
Move! [he jumps down from the spot he’d taken on a rooftop, brings his flute to his lips to play a melody that sends blue light which holds the flames back for just long enough before it burns through.]

WILDCARD

[ooc: if there's anything different you want to do or if you'd like a closed top level, feel free to reach out via pm or on plurk @ cloudrecess!]

Edited 2022-02-05 03:49 (UTC)