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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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cruelyethuman: (027)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-05 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Why? Did you set up a trap?

[The slightest edge of warmth and humour in his voice as he wrangles the mattress in to his arms in a firmer hold.]

I have a fried snake, if you're hungry.

[A small container of water, as well. His meagre belongings placed carefully by the wall and out of the way. He's still in the outfit Viveca gave him, the shirt plastered to his back from sweat and dirt, the hat and the poncho long gone since he got that from the town upon arrival.]
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[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-05 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
she leans against his shoulder, and he... does not drop his shoulder to accommodate her, or relax at all. small steps, clara.

Our situation is not tenable in the long term. However, nutritionally speaking, those of us in the first group will not be displaying severe signs of vitamin deficiency for another forty to fifty days. It takes an unpleasantly long time to die from such a thing.

they have been making do, but there is a limit to even the ingenuity of their medical personnel.

We have people hunting the local wildlife, but if we overdo it, we will need to begin ranging further and further for prey, which will result in splinter groups that may be more vulnerable to attack or inclement weather. Getting to that point would be dangerous. But feeding nearly five dozen people is no easy task in the long term.

he shakes his head faintly.

Water and shelter will not be so much an issue. We could survive for several months if we had to, but we may not like each other very much once we were back aboard the Ximilia.
Edited (im very tired) 2022-02-05 07:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] attackbrows 2022-02-05 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[It’s always the heat of the moment where it appears the Doctor to be working slow as molasses. To any normal person, this may look like some haphazard mad science experiment. But the Doctor had thought two, three, twenty steps ahead to make this plan work. Things become a little difficult when you are scrapping for supplies and putting them all together. All he needs to do is place the final touches.

He taps the rim of his sunglasses to speed up the soldering process. There had been a loud crack followed by a flock of crows bursting into the air. The concentration on his face, however, doesn’t fade away. This isn’t the Doctor’s first rodeo of having a bunch of aggressive blokes with weapons attempting to murder him on site.]


That’s the problem with chalcopyrite! Not enough heat to conduct to get it to start properly…

[He's not trying to brush off Itachi's warning on purpose. Sometimes you have to brush off the immediate pressures around you in order to get the job done. He tosses a good hunk of wiring over his shoulders, now running (as fast as he can) towards Itachi’s side and over to the porch next to them behind the makeshift barricade.]

Two more minutes! I just need to give her the proper wake-up call.
cruelyethuman: (Shadows cut)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-05 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
[The man moves as if he's spent decades dancing between his shadows, weaving in and out of them as if trusting that they won't Cut him. It looks practised, muscle-memory and almost beautiful. The green light - a sword?- spinning in arches over the heads and arms flailing and the screams echo down the street.]

Not all of it.

[Watching the man spin, the Darkling shapes the shadows in to vines, climbing the limbs of the bandits until he can pull them straight in to the path of the green sword.]
cruelyethuman: (I can't even)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-05 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not going to allow this one to live, and the Darkling merely turns his head a little, answering out loud;]

He has information-

[The bandit mewls, a protest starting to form on his lips before the Darkling sends a tendril of shadows in to his mouth, effectively gagging him.

His black eyes snap forward to watch the bandit, all four arms pinned to his body, swaying on his feet against the wall.]


Be quiet, you will know when I'm talking to you.

[They know about the orbs, know enough to come back in to town and to tear it apart even further. There is no mercy in these men, and the Darkling will show none in return.

He holds his hands out, the darkness pools in the palm of his cupped hands.]


He has information, and I want it.
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✰ aleksander.

[personal profile] peasant 2022-02-05 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ it isn't long before scorpion's bend devolves into a warzone, laying waste to what little remains of its ruins.

the chaos it brings separates her from aleksander, swept away in the hailstorm of bullets and thundering hoofbeats that mark the bouldersnake's ambush. darting around to target that familiar face — to find any familiar face, clinging to the selfish comfort that she may not be outnumbered and alone — is a mistake, on alina's part. everywhere she looks, she only sees the shadows the bouldersnakes cast on decaying buildings, the silhouettes as they advance on easy prey.

and she's made herself too obvious a target, rushing out in the middle of the street to meet a stream of them. the hungry glint in their eye is one she's witnessed in too many eyes — greed. the anticipation of sinking their fangs into power, into her, hunting until they've drained every last valuable droplet in this town.

sand flurries up in a dusty cloud as she comes to halting stop, wide-eyed. one of them — rat-faced, alina thinks unkindly, with a tail to match — jeers at her as his companion whoops, tsking at her like she's a lost rabbit that's slipped her cage. like a meal he regrets having to put down. i'll make it quick, he taunts, spinning the hilt of a gun in his hand. scrawny thing like you isn't much of a challenge.

fear stirs at the tips of her fingers, the light inside of her flaring in defense. the defense mechanism of a poisonous animal, warning predators away. only — the spark it shoots up into the sky is there and gone, fizzling out in a dying pop of color. no, not fizzling out. worse. she tracks its fading sparks to where they scatter in a current, strengthening the blue flame charging his gun.

she has less than a gasping breath to duck out of the way, kicking up sand into his eyes as she swerves. it sends her gracelessly toppling into his ally, more human than the others — if not for the four limbs clutching at her, teeth popping out in fangs. a spider, waiting for an opportune morsel to crawl into its web.

not so fast, he gets out, before alina interrupts him with a sharp, savage bite of her teeth into the flesh of his forearm. the taste of his blood is repulsive, a bitter acid on her tongue; she spits it out into his face as he cusses, a string of vulgarities following her as she scrambles away, a streak of black blood crusting at the corner of her mouth.

if she had ever thought there was a moment where she wouldn't find herself hunted down, it's obvious now that she had been wrong. even in this corner of the world, she's trapped behind a crumbling brick building, forced into hiding, listening to the furious rush of blood in her ears. the bouldersnakes themselves are keen to flush her out, a blast of pulsefire rattling the edge of the exterior wall. a brick comes tumbling down, forcing her to slip back into their line of sight.

with a dry swallow, she rushes down the sandy street to the sound of their laughter. the burst of light in her palms does nothing to deter them, disappearing as soon as it manifests. she resents it as she always has — running for her life, with no end in sight, no peace in her purview. but it's her determination to survive that has her blindly crashing through the first door of a building she can find, unaware that she's cornered herself.

— until she knocks into a broad chest. without registering who it is, she pushes her palms out in a shove, instinctively trying to get away.
]
cruelyethuman: (Shadows cut)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-05 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
[The fight seems to last forever, the minutes dragging as he moves through the town, hiding in the shadows and slashing out to quietly discourage the bandits from staying. Only, it doesn't work. The frenzy burning in their blood seems to be fevered and ferocious and the more they fight back, the more the Bouldersnakes strike.

The guns boom throughout the town, the flares of blue fire and the regular snap of rifles and the screams of pain echoing through the darkness. The night alive with the sounds and scents of fighting and the horrors of war.

He lost sight of her early on, the chaos tearing them apart as the weapons flashed and he's been listening to the tether in his chest, to the second heartbeat beating next to his own. To the pull that still comes from her, somehow, guiding him closer. Letting him know that he's not alone here, that she's still out there somewhere, fighting her own battles and there's a flicker of fear in that, in the distraction that she brings as his hands fall over and over, the Cut flying silently towards yet another bandit hellbent on slicing his throat.

The shadow blade sinks in to the man, his already gaping mouth widening as the Cut slicing through his face until his smile reaches from earhole to earhole. The green-skinned alien, his face already lizard-like and scaly, screams as blood flies from the wound and the Darkling moves in, knife in hand, and plunges it in to the soft skin under his neck. The pouch there ruptures and more blood and something viscous and foul-smelling hits his face, painting it with gore.

Sneaking closer to the jeering voices, the Cut already forming between his hands as something barrels in to his chest, dark hair swirling around her face and streaks of darkness on her face but he knows her form against his chest.

Even in the dark, he knows her by touch alone and one gore-encrusted arm slips around her waist as he throws his hand out, the Cut dispatching in tendrils of shadows as a wall of darkness rises before them. Guns are firing, the liquid blue fire splashing across his shield and beads of perspiration tickle down his face from the strain - so much harder than it should be, the fire almost burning through his shadows - dragging clean paths in the blood on his face.]


Alina-
attackbrows: (➤ 236)

[personal profile] attackbrows 2022-02-05 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[He says rather quietly, leaving his quirkier mannerisms to the wayside. The first thing the Doctor notices is the tattered blanket covering her shoulders and the pile of clothes on the ground. They were all scraping every nook and cranny for essential items to keep them at bay: molded clothes and dusty sheets being used for warmth and braving the heat of the two-suns to gather food and water.

The Doctor takes a few steps further inside the room, slipping off his maroon velvet coat to offer to Marta.]


…You’re going to need a little more than that to keep warm.
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5.0!

[personal profile] peasant 2022-02-05 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ burdening xichen with coming to her rescue is becoming a terrible habit to develop, alina thinks to herself, just before she pivots out of the way. don't, she wants to shriek, unleashing the warning caught in the webbing of her throat. instead, she can only gape, her limbs petrified by dread — paralyzed into watching xichen drift across this makeshift battlefield in a symphony of melodies. something oddly out of place, dissonant among the gore and gasping breaths, in its loveliness.

the sluggish steps she makes toward the edge of town suddenly freeze, locking her back into place in her indecision. she can't repay his kindness with the cruelty of abandoning him to the mess she's made, the well of power their weapons drain from her — another source of light in their orbit. removing herself does nothing to help, if he's left in their radius.

as the pulsefire whirls past her, alina abruptly snags her fingers into his collar and yanks, jostling him into an alcove behind a building before more can reload their weapons.
]

Keep playing!

[ — easier said than done, when alina's movements are jostling him. at his side, she shakily reaches for the revolver holstered at her hip. a terrible shot, they had all said among the first army ranks, trained to hold a pencil rather than any weapon — but it had hit its target, when it had mattered. maybe she'll have the same stroke of fortune, here. ]
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[personal profile] peasant 2022-02-05 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's like pushing against grisha steel, comes alina's first frantic thought, too unyielding to bend beneath her hands. feebly, she beats a frustrated drum against his chest in one last effort to move this mountain of a man in her path, before —

the clarity sets in. the fearful fog in her head clears enough that the deep timber of his voice registers, wrapping around her voice with far too much intimacy. alina. she peels back — as far as she can, trapped by his barring arm — to confirm she hasn't hallucinated him into existence. against her will, she sags and tenses in equal measure, as though her body is never quite certain how to react.

her eyes track the drip, drip, drip of — blood, she realizes quickly. not his own, either. the idea that he's the one to come to harm is so ridiculous she discards it immediately, and for good reason. every part of him resembles an untouchable demon birthed in blood, slathered in the paint of viscera and gore.

never has he looked more like himself. this, she reminds herself, is who he is. the irony of running from one monster into the arms of another is not lost on her.

and still, alina clutches to him despite herself. despite the disgust roiling in her gut as she's doused in the scent of death radiating from him, acidic nausea burning up her throat, threatening to make her retch. her fingers twist, knuckles blanching, in his dirtied collar as she pivots a glance over her shoulder — and regrets the sight that greets her. like turning away from the carnage of an execution, alina quickly turns her head as the cut connects just in time for his shadowy barrier to rise around them, burying herself in his chest as her eyes squeeze tightly.

even his protection seems to come with a cost of violence, of spilled blood.

coursing adrenaline rattles through her, shaking in her limbs. the proof of her fear trembling against him, tightening her grip to stop the tremors seizing her fingers. she tries to suppress it, to smother it before he can take notice, to little success.
]

I have to go, [ she blurts out, a current of words that nearly bleed into one another, in her rush to get them out. another look gets reluctantly thrown over her shoulder, flinching as what she finds: the battering of blue light against his dark shield, slow to be extinguished. ] My summoning — they've done something to it. Drained it. I don't know.

[ her head shakes, panicky, as she chokes on a distressed, animalistic sound. her fingers wrench away from his shirt, quaking in the air between them, as she echoes with mounting panic: ] I don't know. I have to go.
attackbrows: (➤ 202)

[personal profile] attackbrows 2022-02-05 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Go team. Now that their horsepower is down by one, the two can try to flank the other, lone rider who is shooting aggressively at them. But not until the Doctor asks—]

Was that all her idea?!

[He settles into the saddle, looking behind them all the while for the other bandit.

Even with all the bullets flying over their heads, the Doctor still needs to ask the hard-hitting questions. Is his wife really telling others that the Doctor's pretend surname is River? Or did they have this conversation beforehand about his surname being River? He can’t remember and that’s (probably) even more of a reason for her to be cross with him.]
scarcastically: (either goodbye or good mornin')

( 5.0 )

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-05 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
I got it.

[ erik moves easily, with his gold jaguar suit. having been in plenty of wars, this kind of landscape is easy for him to navigate and he acts with stealth and little talk. he doesn't feel the need to fill the air when there's dirty work to be done. ]
scarcastically: (cut my face to hell)

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[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-05 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
Found anything?

[ erik's voice suggests that their chances are low. everything seems to have vanished into thin air beyond the most basic of materials. which is fine for him, but not so fine for everyone else. ]
scarcastically: (in fact I'm a warlock can talk)

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-05 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ erik had remained in the outskirts. something about the rush of violence and eagerness the rest had taken to it soured his stomach a little. he gets the realities, no one knows them better. but he has grown and that growth has soured the way he sees things now.

but that's not important. he bends over her, slowly drawing out the charter marks from his connection to them. ]


Breathe in and out, slowly. I got ya.
scarcastically: (or bunny go boom)

( 1a )

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-05 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
Sure. Our chances are 50/50 anyway.

[ it feels a lot like their first mission. there was food around, but the poorer quarters had struggled. at least seeing it like a ghost town was better than seeing starving faces. but erik dislikes it. too many bad memories. ]
winscenario: (hundred twenty.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-02-05 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's too much happening at once, but then that would be true even without the sudden group of people rolling in. At least right now Jim knows they're surrounded by friends, people who will want to help and who will keep them safe from any harm that other Bouldersnakes might try to cause them.

He doesn't catch half of what's said, focusing more on Bones's words, the press of his head into his shoulder, his ragged breathing and his blood, so much blood—

Wide eyes look up to Finn, the pressure of his hand over Jim's own grounding. He's so grateful for it, for the moment of quiet it triggers in his mind, just enough for him to take three deep, steadying breaths, then he's looking back down to Bones's injury.

He can't panic, not now. He's got the training for this, and decent knowledge of how Bones's more advanced tools work. He has to do this. ]


Right. Yes, I'm— get your hand over here, [ He gestures for Clara to come closer, taking her hand quickly and placing it where Finn's is on the entry wound. Between the two, they should manage to keep that steady for long enough until Bones is safely inside. ]

I can carry him, it's fine. Just make sure the wound is covered. [ He looks between Finn and Clara, nodding. ] Now, on the count of three—

[ That at least helps them coordinate, so they're not caught off-guard as Jim gets both his arms under Bones, lifting his weight off the ground and holding on firmly as he rises to his feet. It's not an impossible task, the weight something he can manage for the short distance, though he will accept Megatron's help too, since he's got his holoform next to them right now.

Also he's going to step right around the mangled, crushed form of that Bouldersnake. He's not particularly sorry for what Drift did to them, not after what they'd done to Bones, but it's still admittedly a sickening sight. ]
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[personal profile] majorbiotic 2022-02-05 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
Kaidan has used reave against opponents before and has no qualms about doing so against these bandits. Especially after all they learned concerning the pulsefire and the fate of this town. He moves into position, watching the other make his moves. Adrenaline is already pumping as the familiar feel of battle starts to take over.

He doesn't currently have a weapon on him, but if this works he will soon.

Kaidan hears the shot and turns to the bandit. He raises a hand and a bluish-purple aura snakes its way around the bandit's body. It writhes in pain from the attack. Kaidan can feel the little boost of energy he gets as the bandit's health transfers from it to Kaidan. The reave didn't kill, but it would prevent the bandit from healing from any wounds. Kaidan's eyes dart around hoping Rosianthe is closing in for the kill.
winscenario: (fifty three.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-02-05 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jim's pretty sure that if anyone else were in here, they'd know about it by now; if it was another Orber, they'd make themselves known. If it was someone else, well... Jim can only think of Wilford, and he can't imagine the guy managing to stay this quiet. ]

Yeah, let's do that. Just call me if you find something, I'll do the same.

[ Well, something unexpected anyway. What Jim finds of clothes and blankets in those bedrooms, if anything, he'll just gather and bring out with him, and he doesn't see the need for Finn to call him every time he finds one can of food. ]
construing: (cling.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-05 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ casual conversation in the midst of immense danger: another tuesday for the two of them. ]

What? Why wouldn’t you want to be Mr. River? She’s a lovely woman!

[ aka river heard gwen drumming and had nice things to say and now river is gwen’s favorite.

gwen catches a nearby barrel in a web-line and whips it behind them. there’s no crash, but she does hear heavy cursing so at least that slowed one down.
]

By the way, do you know how to ride a horse?
firstroar: (pic#5951992)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-05 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[cruel indeed, but Blue can't really expect anything different, can he? (ha ha)

he sighs and nods, folding his hands in his lap.]


Which means...I will remain here until sunrise. It will perhaps be not as cold, given there are no windows in this room.
morethan084: (glance)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-05 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daisy comes back into the area where they're keeping the sick and injured with more supplies she's managed to find, and she's about to leave when she spots Blue.]

Hey.

[She keeps her voice low as to not disturb anyone else in here,]

How are you holding up?
whitestonelives: (my head and they won't go)

[personal profile] whitestonelives 2022-02-05 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Where I'm from, this is considered advanced, technologically speaking. We have magic, both the divine kind and the arcane as well, [which is a very simplistic way of dividing it that doesn't take into account druidic magic and bardic magic and spells shared by many magic-users but Percy is not an expert,] but it isn't quite the same.

[He hasn't looked up from the bomb, clearly engrossed in what he's doing with it.]

I've gotten more used over the past year to working in a more controlled environment than this, though. I had my own workshop back in Whitestone, and then the ship has a far more advanced level of technology than I could ever even dream of. So this has been a reminder.

[Murmuring to himself now as he works, getting in the zone:] I wonder if we could salvage wood around town for special arrows. Or crossbow bolts.

[Now he looks up at Erik.] What are you used to, back in your world? I'm guessing it's an Earth, there's a large contingent of people here from multiple Earths.
kovach: (■ 106)

[personal profile] kovach 2022-02-05 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's not like kovacs hasn't gotten himself into plenty of tight spots before in a fight, usually finding a way to wiggle out of it usually at the final closest call. but he's also not ignorant to the idea that sometimes he does need the help. as quell had always said — the true strength of the wolf isn't fangs, speed, and skill. it's the pack.

so for all the sudden surprise at the glowing rings that suddenly shoot past his shoulders to knock the bouldersnake off of his body and backwards, he's relieved for the aid and the chance to get his bearings, even as he nearly stumbles from the sudden imbalance of weight, planting his feet firmly on the ground to get himself properly upright again.

his eyes peer over to the knocked out gang member before he turns to shaun, squinting as he pants heavily. ]


Yeah. [ he nods, even as he remains a little dazed, turning his attention down to the rings — or bracelets, rather — that have slipped around the other man's forearms almost magnetically. ] Those are ... [ he purses his lips, head still a bit too much in the fight to know words. ] Neat.
firstroar: (ᴡᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-05 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blue lifts his head, having been sitting in something of a slump, blinking out of the doze he'd been in.]

...Daisy. [an errant thought. he swallows against a dry throat as he sits up.]

This place...was already not easy, but now... [he smiles wanly.]