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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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callada: (que jugando con tu sugestión)

Rosinante | OTA

[personal profile] callada 2022-02-03 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
1 & 2. Badrock cookout

a. Survival in the direst of circumstances is something Rosinante is all too well acquainted with. And it has come to his attention, since their nutrition deficiencies were discovered, that some people here struggle with putting together a meal when there's little to eat.

It's some small blessing that there's food inside, but it's scarce, and the cold and dust make it hard to want to spend much time searching. "Hey," he calls out, "Help me search this block. Let's see if there's food."

b. Before long, he's found some shelter from the wind in a barn and is busy skinning snakes next to a sturdy fire. A dented steel pot is suspended over it by a frame of splintered wood, and a makeshift stew bubbles away inside.

The old building's tattered roof won't do much to keep the dust out, but it'll keep the smoke from getting too thick, and might just be enough to hold a little heat in, too.

"Hungry? Here, c'mere, warm up. Find a bowl, I think there's some in the house," he says, nodding to the barn door. "Hell, bring a few, other people will want them."

4 & 5. Pulsefire shootout

a. "What the hell is that?"

They're surely all thinking it. The short trek into the desert to see what else lies outside town is cut off abruptly as what appears to be a dust storm looms closer and closer - and at its foot, mounted riders, then people on foot, then huge, hulking brutes all howling at the sky, at the town, and at the few of them standing there.

"Shit. We need cover," Rosinante shouts as he draws his gun.

b. As the fighting goes on, it's obvious that those pulsefire weapons aren't something to take lightly. The flames scorch too close for comfort, and Rosinante dives behind a building as blue light bursts behind him.

"We need one of those. That's our best way of fighting back," he says, hurried but hushed, as he scrambles to his feet. "You good? I bet we can take that guy."

((As always, feel free to wildcard, and I'm happy to match your style if you hate prose.))
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homeostatic: (149)

leonard mccoy.

[personal profile] homeostatic 2022-02-03 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
( writing some closed starters, please hmu via pm if you'd like anything! )
hatejakku: (tros profile)

locked to Jim;

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-03 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Once the illusion went down, everything suddenly... changed. For almost everyone else, it was realizing that the people weren't real, the town was falling apart, and their situation was even more dire than originally thought. For Finn, it just meant that the world suddenly got noisy. After so long of trying to reach out to the Force and listen, it was like over stimulation for an hour or so there.

It's still too much to narrow anything down, so he can't tell if danger is around any particular corner or not. It's everywhere, feels like. They're not the only ones hungry out here. But that's okay, it's all okay. He has his old skills to fall back on.

No matter everything that's happened since, Finn promised to help James with rationing and he's still keeping to that. Now that the town is real again, they have a chance of finding stored goods. It's just... finding where to start.

They're standing outside, trying to figure that out. ]


The saloon's basement maybe? It's the most obvious. Especially for something clean to drink. [ Old wine and the like. Cleaner than what they'll find in nature. That said, someone could have picked it over already for that same reason. ]

Homes are most likely to have something, too. Sealed foods, maybe.
hatejakku: (oh this is a good part)

locked to McCoy;

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-03 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Even though he and Jim have reconciled most of their argument, Finn's still feeling pretty awful about the whole thing happening at all. Part of what makes him feel awful is that he was warned of it from the start.

And, no, he still isn't okay with everything McCoy assumed or said, but it doesn't change that Finn was still wrong when it came to this. What's worse, he let insecurities he didn't even know he had (probably didn't have until that moment) get involved. And that's not fair. It's an emotional time, true, but it still isn't fair.

So after he's parted ways from James and had a think on it, Finn goes downstairs to the practice to hunt out McCoy in the early pre-dawn light. It's not very hard to find him, and Finn approaches quietly, clearly not here for work, not right now.

His jaw works a little, starting and stopping a few times, before he just comes out with it. ]


I'm sorry... Can we talk?
business: (pic#15148682)

rhysand. — a court of thorns and roses

[personal profile] business 2022-02-03 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
( closed & open starters to follow. i have rhys' plotting comment here ( i will probably edit/add things onto here soon ) if you'd like to plot anything out, or if you'd like a closed starter, you can feel free to add me on [plurk.com profile] trashmouth for all plotting reasons! ☆)
hatejakku: (channeling mace)

5.0 mamaaaaa uwu

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-03 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Finn, unlike Itachi in a bit of a surprising twist, has absolutely no problem with taking a life, not in this sort of situation. He's far too used to kill-or-be-killed battlefields to stop and worry about that sort of thing. It's much harder to spare life in this chaos, and he doesn't have the luxury of a challenge. Rarely does.

He's not bothered that Itachi more than likely saw him kill a few of the bandits during the skirmish they were trapped in, nor is he going to question Itachi sparring them. He is a little surprised, to be fair, but doesn't question the action aloud. The other man is more highly skilled than Finn is. He can spare them while successfully protecting himself and others at the same time. Whatever works.

Finn is weirded out about the catatonic thing, though.

Wiping some blood from his face with his sleeve, Finn isn't gentle about tying them up with the wire. He won't risk one of them getting loose just because he didn't want to harm them unnecessarily. ]


Can I ask-... How did you make them like this? [ Because Itachi totally made them zone out there. ]
blackfire: (itachi002)

[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-03 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
itachi is almost immaculate, comparatively. very little blood or dishevelment to mark him as a combatant. he is, after all, a long-range specialist.

he's dragged a trough into the cells, and he fills it with a jutsu idly. it's not spectacularly clean, but it's drinkable. he's not going to leave these people to die of thirst — though their fellows will need to collect them before hunger takes its toll. hopefully by then they'll have returned to the ximilia, orb or not.


You can ask.

that probably does not inspire confidence that he's actually going to answer, does it.
bindsthedead: (art-breath)

Dream deferred

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2022-02-03 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[The fancy clothes and makeup are gone, replaced by much more practical attire- and with her weapons openly worn. Sabriel's gone even more solemn than usual, with the town's true nature being revealed, the constant sense of death waying on her as much as their struggle for survival.

Sabriel is not much of a woodswoman, but she understands the basics of survival outside of civilization- shelter is the first priority, then water- and after that, food. Itachi's helped provide the first two, so she'll do her best to provide the latter.

Luckily, with the addition of ash, there's been no shortage of emberas, and the owl-shrews, while frankly adorable, are also edible, and their diet means there's less of a burnt taste.

So into a salvaged stew-pot on a stove they go, along with what small amount of salt and pepper Sabriel has left of her original stores.

Sabriel looks up at Itachi, accepting the water even as she prods at the fire, whose origin is betrayed both by the small amount of fuel, and the way the smoke keeps curling into the shapes of Charter marks.]


Pots and pans and bowls and cups- whatever illusion was cast upon this town, either it happened after someone ransacked the place, or someone was able to see through it and take all the valuables.
hatejakku: (yeah whatever)

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-03 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ With the bandit safely tied up and unarmed, Finn gives his full attention to Itachi and blinks at him. Several times. Unimpressed.

He sighs as he stands, lifting the bandit by the arm to walk/drag him into the cell.

Fine, he'll bite. ]


How were you able to do this to them?
blackfire: (itachi018)

[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-03 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
sometimes, itachi uchiha is a bit of a shit.

instead of answering that, his red eyes focus on finn and then slide away. it's more dismissive than it is any species of avoidant.


When was the last time you took a meal?
cruelyethuman: (Default)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-03 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Since the Darkling's powers are basically the absence of light and making darkness into physical matter - can he smother the pulsefire weapons with shadows to stop them from firing?

Does his Cut work to cut down some of the bouldersnakes?
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clarke griffin | the 100

[personal profile] romancekiller 2022-02-03 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ open and closed starters will have their own separate threads! if you would like a custom starter, feel free to shoot me a pm or hit up my plotting comment here which have my general event plans so we can figure something out ❤ ]
bindsthedead: (art-shock)

Sabriel | OTA

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2022-02-03 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Intro

[It's sudden- as the illusion falls apart, Sabriel's awareness shifts- and suddenly, what she'd pressed to learn, what the orb had actively tried to block her from sensing- becomes suddenly, horribly clear.

Scorpion's bend was not a large town, but even so, the echo of so many deaths, all happening in a single, horrible moment-

Sabriel has to choke back a scream. Anyone with her at that moment will notice her shaking, trying desperately to keep herself from shaking, even as she looks at the piles of ash that had once been the tea shop's patrons.]


So many- it all happened at once.

[Sabriel grabs at the wreck of one table to try to keep herself upright, as she tries to tamp down her death sense, and block out the echoes of what happened here.]

1.1

[But the dead are dead, and Sabriel feels no spirits stirring, trying to cross over to Life, despite how thin the boundary is, worn down from so many dying at once. It's one less thing to worry about, at least.

So she throws herself into helping, catching embrera and owl-shrews to cook, and keeping what little shelter they have standing and as reinforced as possible. It's easy to steel herself against the small, animal deaths, and she makes sure they die quickly, before she picks them up, taking them to be skinned and gutted.]


1.3

[Sabriel's eager for any excuse to get out of town, away from the constant sense of death, and a chill that even the midday heat can't fully chase from her bones. She's visibly more at ease the further they get from the town, despite the heat and the danger, although she's not blind to the latter- pointing to a large rock formation a short ways off, where a handful of plants are growing.]

Can we climb up there? We can see if any of them look edible, and- what's that?!

[Because out of the corner of her eye, Sabriel sees the upper shell of a rock dragon as it surfaces slightly, cutting through the sand like a shark through water.]

Your Wake Up Call

[Sabriel moves swiftly as the fight starts- she's no stranger to combat, and she doesn't like the way some of those weapons gleam, shining eerily blue.

Sabriel fights at a distance, most of the time, aiming spells, and occasionally bullets, at her opponents, drawing her sword only when her foes get too close to her or another crew member.]


Watch out!

[These people are dangerous, and even if Sabriel isn't always striking to kill- there's less of the guilt this time, even if there's no satisfaction in the sensation of their deaths as she tries to block them out. These people are trying to kill her, and the friends she's made- and they've already wiped out this town, and who knows how many others they might kill, if they're not stopped- or if the orb falls into their hands.]

Wildcard

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hatejakku: (the fffffuck)

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-03 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ HOO BOY, OKAY, FINE, DON'T TELL HIM.

Finn settles the bandit inside and makes his way out, clearly annoyed but not enough to actually do something about it. ]


Yesterday. With more animals around, I've eaten a few of the snakes here and there. [ That and he doesn't want a certain someone to worry about him not eating, not when there's game to kill. ] Why? What about you?
chrysology: (See)

Edward Elric l Fullmetal Alchemist

[personal profile] chrysology 2022-02-03 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
1.0:

Seems like we still have company. Wonder if we can eat these.....?

[Would it work? Be any sort of nutrition? Or just the snakes still? Given those are the only things at the moment they were aware that aren't originally from here? Ed isn't sure. But things like coyotes were probably not poisonous or anything like the risk with snakes? So it might be safer? To at least maybe try? Ed wonders aloud, probably to himself but there might be others around within earshot to hear him musing, wondering.]

2.0

[Ed figures while they are here, before they possibly head off to search for that guy, may as well see what can be salvaged at least. Which is why he can be found rummaging through the remains of the buildings to check. He takes the pots, the pans for some basics for cooking while they are out here. He figures it might come in handy at least. Some changes of clothes.]

All these houses and no food? Seriously?

3.0

Wh -- ??

[Ed figures they may as well branch out, at least some of them, to try find this guy, the orb. Now they can leave and venture further out. He isn't necessarily expecting the whales though. Of course that makes him start, golden eyes wide when he feels the ground shake. He then isn't quite able to move fast enough before getting basically buried in the sand, sans his auto-mail hand sticking out as he at least tries to get that as much out of the sand as he can manage to.

Yeah. Winry is so going to kill him for all this with this mission. But also, he might need a hand.]


4.0:

[Ed is used to fighting people usually older and bigger than he is. Someone smaller? Someone actually changing to his size? Well. That is new. Though not too freaky, after dealing with Envy's shapeshifting. He isn't holding back with his alchemy anymore. So there might be a lot more commotion around him during the fight. A lot more pale blue sparks emitting, that slight hum or ringing noise as he claps and transmutes to raise or lower the ground to get height and advantage, or try mess with his opponent in tripping them up, making them fall. Otherwise, he'll be flipping around in trying to dodge attacks, transmuting his auto-mail arm to a blade to help him defend, to help him attack, though he only aims to hurt, not to kill.]

Wait, what? They're after -- ?

[The orb too? Ed's golden eyes widen at that confirmation, as he pauses in the fight, giving his opponent a chance to attack again.]

5.0:

This is....wow. What do we need? To stop this then?

[If they can figure parts, materials. He can work with that, maybe transmute what they need. Something. Try help somehow at least. Ed just isn't as familiar with technology and all. That's really more others from the future, their thing they are more adept with. Or Winry. She'd tinker with this stuff forever if someone let her, probably.]

Maybe I can transmute something? If anyone has ideas, tells me what they want? What might help?
winscenario: (forty four.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-02-03 10:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jim wasn't exactly surprised to see the town and all the people in it vanished, but seeing it with his own eyes was definitely still a shock. He's tried to push it to the back of his mind for now, too focused on survival for the past few days and not wanting that memory to hinder him.

At least, with the town being real again, finding food and water has been more reliable. They know that whatever they find is real now, and it's easier to see how everyone is doing without needing to scan them. A few of the buildings have been searched at this point, but there's still plenty to look around in, and Jim has spent the majority of his time doing exactly that. ]


Saloon's been looked through, anything of use was taken to the Mayor's house. But there are plenty of houses that haven't, so we should start there.

[ He nods down the street, headed to a row of houses he knows that he at least hasn't searched through. He's been marking the buildings that he's combed through, so they can first search through the places that haven't been looked into just yet. ]
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winscenario: (hundred twenty one.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-02-03 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ And that would absolutely not happen, if Itachi really did refuse to be carried then Jim would just sit there and die with him, so. You know, probably a good thing all around that Itachi isn't entirely incapable of moving just yet.

He's trying to ignore the voices below, as well as the thought that their weapons probably would have enough range to get to them. Luckily none of them seem to have thought of that just yet, which affords them a bit more time to make a run for it. ]


Good idea. Yeah, let's do that.

[ Look, he's seen Itachi do some pretty amazing things so far, he's going to trust him on this. Plus, he gets the genius thing. They're also out of options and the other roof really is very close.

He lets out a short huff, as he takes a few steps back for momentum. ]


Don't worry, I don't plan on making a widower out of him just yet.

[ Not wasting any more time, he takes off running towards the edge of the roof, leaping off of it and a second later landing on the other roof. Should be only a few meters apart and a little lower too, not a huge leap necessary to make it. ]
whitestonelives: (& they won't go; spirits in my head)

1.3

[personal profile] whitestonelives 2022-02-03 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Percy goes still, then readies Bad News, eyes narrowing at the rock dragon coming just a little too close for comfort. He loads it up with bullets, but he's not stupid enough to fire a shot first at it, so he starts to walk up the rock formation (thank you, boots of spider-climbing) before he stops and looks at Sabriel.]

Can you climb up there on your own or do you need help?

[Because if she needs help he's willing to pull her up, but he isn't quite as strong as other people.]
spacedisaster: (Soft boi)

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2022-02-03 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
This is so precious, oh god. Thank you mods.🐋💖