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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.

And finally, your soundtrack for this log:

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morethan084: (smile)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-07 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Obviously.

[Daisy mirrors Andy's smile, scooting to give her some space.]

You must be used to this kind of thing. Sleeping by a fire.

[Most of their relationship is built on making digs at each other. In a loving way.]
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[personal profile] bindsthedead 2022-02-07 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Because I'm a skilled mage, or did you have another reason in mind?

[Sabriel serves herself second, ladling broth and meat into her bowl before settling down next to Itachi.]

Because I'm not sure how much use necromancy will be- none of the townsfolk's spirits have lingered.
morethan084: (crossed)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-07 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
If that were the case here, most of us would be gone. Wouldn't we?

[She doesn't take it personal, but she doesn't believe that it's true for the people here. No one would go through all of these missions if they weren't desperate.]
firstroar: (pic#5952049)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-07 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[he shakes his head, expression sobering.]

Please...do what you need. If I can help...I will. But you would have to teach me.
morethan084: (down)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-07 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Daisy smiles sadly,]

You're not wrong.

[Shifting to wrap an arm around her legs, Daisy looks at a few of the others who were huddled in here.]

You think we've got a shot at getting the orb from Welford?
morethan084: (coy/amused)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-07 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Her eyes light up at his response,]

Oh yeah? You saying you've warmed him up already?
morethan084: (ontheground)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-07 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Daisy's about to ask him what he means by that, but he's already showing her.

Well shit.]


That works.

[She senses someones behind them and turns around just in time to have one of the bandits trying to stab her. Falling onto her back with them on top of her, Daisy struggles to break free as they make an attempt to stab at any part of her they can reach.]
firstroar: (ᴡᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-07 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[he nods slightly, the expression softening into something somber. he puts the water down, shifting where he sits so he can prop himself up by his hand.]

The question is whether or not...the means we must take to retrieve it are too costly. Powers were drained...exchanged...to entice the last orb. We don't know if such a thing will satisfy this one.
flickerandfade: (011 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-07 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
You mentioned it, yes.

[ Megatron has seen many worlds with any number of suns. Has seen so many worlds that it is hard to remember each one. This one feels much like any other. Dirty and miserable and nothing like home. Then again, there was little that would ever truly be like home. The great rust seas. The acid deserts. The towering cities and metallic mountain ranges. ]

Does it make you miss home?

[ He finds it hard to imagine that this place would make anyone nostalgic, but then it isn't his home they speak of, is it? ]

I have been in hotter and dustier places. While it isn't comfortable, I will get along just fine until our time here is done.
flickerandfade: (036 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-07 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
A distraction, then.

[ What that distraction is going to be, he really has no idea. He's not a therapist, though he's been to therapy. He doesn't quite know how to shake her free of that malaise and the aching psychic pain of death. They rumble out past the outskirts of town, finally free of the artificial limitations imposed upon them, and start up a small rise. Beyond, the view stretches out into badlands, plateus, mesas, and hills all dusty and arid. ]

It's amazing that anyone chooses to live in a place like this. Especially organics.
flickerandfade: (036 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-07 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Understood. I assumed incorrectly.

[ A synthetic compound. Fascinating, really. He'd ask how it works, but he doesn't want to distract her too much from the work. ]

Very helpful of him.

[ The abrupt stop feels familiar. He's seen it before in other conversations, the weight of something private, personal. He tries his best to continue. ]

I get the feeling that these aren't usually used for weaving, though?
thelastb1: Roger waves while holding a broom (fully ready to kill a motherfucker)

Roger - Star Wars

[personal profile] thelastb1 2022-02-07 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
1.0

Roger had not had very much time to establish himself in the town before he had shut down rather unexpectedly. When he finally booted back up, the town was empty. Or at least, so it seemed. He had no idea how long had passed, whether everyone else had left him behind or something much more sinister had occurred. Whatever the case, the silence was unnerving.

He scans the streets, searching for anyone who could explain to him what has happened. As he walks, his blaster pistol is drawn, and his tiny spy drone scouts ahead of him wherever he goes. Yet his voice announces his presence as he walks, as he asks, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

Anyone he sees with his spy drone, he quickly approaches with relief. However, he quickly pivots and points his blaster at anyone who approaches from behind him.

2.0/3.0

For some, surviving in Scorpion's Bend would be a challenge. However, Roger was a machine manufactured in the hot deserts of Geonosis, lived through the grueling Siege of Saleucami, and spent years inactive on the sands of Ord Telloram. He needs no sustenance beyond a supply of electricity, and his long shutdown made sure he was covered on that front.

So he does what he can to make sure the organics can survive. He hunts with his blaster pistol, he gathers, he scrounges up whatever food he can find. The he goes to the saloon, and prepares whatever meals he can there. They don't necessarily taste good, but they're enough sustenance to survive in the wasteland the town has become.

5.0

Roger isn't eager to fight the bandits, so he stays hidden when they arrive. However, he does reason that he can safely observe them and acrue some kind of advantage with his spy drone. Since pulsefire has little effect on nonliving matter, he reasons that there will be little risk to the spy drone anyway.

He is proven wrong rather abruptly when a bandit shoots the drone with a pulsefire weapon and immediately disintigrates it.

His attention returns to his own body, hidden in some closet somewhere, like waking up from a nightmare. But the sharp pain in his arm and eye linger, leaving him recoiling and grasping at his eye with his unhurt arm, his other arm simply going limp. Anyone who finds him not long after this sees the battle droid wimpering and nearly motionless, except for his continual clasping at his optical sensor.
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[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-07 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ He puts down one of the owl-shrews, but doesn't reach yet to grab for a knife. He's still helping, but it's not the primary reason for coming here. Yzak came to see if she was okay. So he looks to Sabriel. ]

I haven't gotten to see you until now. Are you okay?

[ Yzak gives her a pointed look, she'll know what he means by that. ]
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[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-07 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
They usually do. People get too fussed over definitions.

[ erik places the wood in a pile as he scans the room. he can't spot much and he doubts these lodgings would have much in the way of hidden compartments and resources. ]
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[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-07 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ erik hums. ]

A few months, I relived my death. Felt the blade dig into my chest, my life slipping away.

But people still kept tryin' to save me.
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[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-07 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
she is not, in point of fact, hallucinating at all — he and shikamaru had built a bolthole beneath the schoolhouse in case they needed a place for the civilians to gather safely, blocked off by a section of the wooden floor and covered carefully by a rug that's falling apart along the lines of its weave.

he does hesitate somewhat, the floor panel lifted halfly up when he hears her, turning his head towards the sound of her voice. his vision is blurred so badly he can't make out much more than her vague shape, backlit by the warm glow of the fire in the open cookstove of the room.


Marta-san. Do you require something?

he's not much better off than she is — but she's been stabbed, and he's only exhausted his chakra overusing susano'o. their situations are not comparable, and he will help her if he can.
calmness: commissioned; DO NOT USE (Default)

[personal profile] calmness 2022-02-07 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[protecting someone is something xichen can do, at least. battle is familiar and where his words have caused harm, even if it was necessary and the least cruel thing to do, his sword and cultivation can at least keep those he cares about from danger.

he does not wish to kill anyone he does not have to, but he will protect. this is not a war, the battle not necessary, but keeping orbers safe is. alina very much included.

he is glad to see her safe but the relief turns to shock as she pulls him along with her.]
I can hold them in place too. [the pulsefire will burn through the qi, but a bouldersnake that is reloading their weapon can be held at bay or in one spot as long as he keeps playing.] Get to shelter. [short sentences, brief. He lifts his flute to his lips again and picks the targets closest to them that had aimed for her. They haven't reloaded yet and so, mid-move, they are held in place by a different sort of blue light.

it probably does not do them much favor though, gives them a few moments for alina to choose to run or take the shot. xichen has been low on energy from dipping into cultivation when food was low, from sleeping less, from the mess before the ximilia. he can only play in small bursts at the moment.]
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[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-07 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Clara winces as she watches Billy fight. Her heart is racing, but she still manages to worry about him. He can handle himself, but...well, it's better if she gets him distracted from this bloodlust he's showing. She waits until there's no sign of movement from the bandit and steps back in close to him, hand pressing against his shoulder. ]

Let's keep going.

[It's almost a plea for him to stop. He so easily gets caught up in the violence. His knuckles are split, he's covered in blood. But he's her friend, and she doesn't walk away. Not from someone she trusts and cares about.]

Please.
calmness: (toot toot ☁︎)

[personal profile] calmness 2022-02-07 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[on the rooftop, xichen sits with liebing pressed to his lips. the sound that permeates through the streets is soft, but a song that he has played on the ximilia countless times for himself and a handful of others.

normally, he asks before letting qi seep into the notes but there is no one seemingly around and the music is meant to calm unsettled minds. a passing orber may need just that.

he does not stop when he feels he has company, the distinct change in energy when someone is near. he feels the energy around him shift. when the song comes to a natural close, he sets the flute into his lap.]
It is the song of Clarity. It eases the minds of those near and in need. [it feels appropriate to explain what this is, to someone who he had seen on the battlefield but had not introduced himself to yet. netwon had felt its effects even though he was not in tune with such a thing as qi, he is sure the others may feel it more keenly.]
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[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-07 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[She's quiet for a few moments, giving the weight of his words the proper respect and gravity. Eventually though, her hand reaches out to touch at his arm.]

That's what happens when you let people in, Erik. They'll always try saving you when given the opportunity.

[She hadn't been there for that moment on the previous mission. But she would do whatever it took to save Erik from harm. She knows that much.]
callada: (sun is shining in the sky)

[personal profile] callada 2022-02-07 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Whoa.

[All right, this is a new experience. That castle's pretty damn cool, and what a creative way to get the job done.

But he doesn't have time to sit around and gape. He takes Ed's hand mostly out of appreciation as he hauls himself to his feet - because honestly at his height and the weight that results from that height, he's mostly getting up under his own power so he doesn't pull the guy over.]


That alchemy stuff of yours never gets old. Where were you headed originally? We can keep going that way, let's just stick together so nobody gets buried. ... Or eaten by whatever that is out there.
calmness: DO NOT USE (a private smile ☁︎)

[personal profile] calmness 2022-02-07 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
It is the least I can do. [xichen pulls out another talisman from his sleeve and then activates it, sticking it on the inside of the very sleeve so there's plenty of warmth between them.

he thanks wangji for his insistence that talisman magic had such merits and, by proxy, wei wuxian for showing the utility of talismans to his brother.

they'll be alright for the night, these talismans are meant to last, and hopefully xichen can sleep long enough to replenish what it took to activate them. it isn't much, so surely he will.

he is about to step away when the doctor gestures him close. there is a part of xichen that thinks it is a bad idea, but the part of him that is a social creature and does poorly with isolation wins. he sits down close by. there is no need to huddle for warmth now, but the proximity is pleasant and welcome.

he shakes his head. he could side step the truth, yes, but lying is forbidden and xichen is tired.]
This place has stirred up too many unpleasant memories. [he says honestly, tilting his head.] More so after my poorly timed attempt to inform everyone of what had happened. [normally, he'd offer a smile here even if a bit of a self deprecating one.]
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[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-07 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
now that he's heard the voice, he recognizes its source — the man posting on the network under the username lanxichen. hm. which means, the musical technique he had mentioned —

You are using energy?

he says it curiously, more than anything. such a thing could be very dangerous, but it isn't something he would fear when healthy wariness serves him better.
calmness: DO NOT USE (blame ☁︎)

[personal profile] calmness 2022-02-07 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
And a few more to spare if needed. [to demonstrate, xichen pulls another piece of paper from where he had pulled the first. his supply isn't unlimited and powering them does cost energy, but these take less than what it takes to play a calming tune or do more with his power.

he settles next to majima, offering a sad smile for a moment.]
There is no need to be self-sacrificing when it comes to these. [then a pause, he shakes his head.] Nor do I have the desire to become a liability here in general.

[maybe when he had been younger and more idealistic but xichen is old and tired, no matter how young he looks.] Are you faring alright?
bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-07 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay, so maybe they have a bit longer than she thought. But there's still worry that they won't be able to locate the orb in the end. What happens if they don't? She isn't sure she wants to think on that too long. ]

I'm guessing that's a price the orb is willing to pay in the end.

[Everyone being fractured and torn apart. The orb isn't something she trusts any longer, not since she recognized the fact that it controls so much more than she originally thought.]

It doesn't matter if we like one another. Not if we're still able to be sent out to collect more power.

[If that sounds bitter, well...she's not going to try masking that. Instead, she gives a roll of her eyes and sighs. They're all fucked at some point, she's sure of it.]