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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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coordination: (Shut The Fuck Up and eat your salad)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-08 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Once he's through and Yzak feels more of that weight against his hold, he adjusts to it to keep Blue upright. The apology claws at his heart, because he knows why he hears it, why anyone would be inclined to it like this. But that it's Blue, that it's now happening like this... ]

Are you kidding me? What the hell are you saying sorry for?

[ Words brusque, but tone lacking any traits of it, low and soft instead. Like he could help this?

This, this concerning ... whatever it is. ]


Was it the food? Or, are you just not feeling well? Here— take my arm.

[ Carefully, he'll shift and offer himself for Blue to brace on, if only to move him a small ways away so he can sit down somewhere. ]
firstroar: (pic#6891997)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-08 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[just being so rapidly drained and laid low like this has Blue so defeated, and he can only be grateful for once that his feelings can't be so easily conveyed: there will be no good coming from being shown for how weak he feels inside when he's so plainly weak on the outside. and when one feels bad, it takes that much more strength to keep one's chin up.

this was easier to bear when this level of sickness came upon him alone, but having someone bear witness to it makes the weight almost too much, and it brings frustrated tears to his eyes.

he brooks no resistance to being moved, but he's also not in a state to help at all, not even moving to take the arm as asked. dead weight. i'm becoming...]
hatejakku: (smile)

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-08 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, he can't usually talk to buildings. He was just as surprised about that one as everyone else. Anyway, he smiles when Peter is clearly reassured about that.

And then surprised by the offer. He'd gotten close to the larger whales already but he obviously hasn't flown near them, certainly has seen them from above. So his eyes grow wide and a slow smile appears. ]


Yeah! I mean, if you want to. I'd appreciate it.
hatejakku: (smolder)

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-08 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, that's partly why he's sorry. He's aware that Itachi and people like him don't appreciate when others concern themselves with their well-being. Some take offense at the notion that they can't handle themselves. Others, like Finn, just don't want people to worry.

So when a different direction is offered, he takes it and lets the matter go. For now. ]


James. McCoy... Peter. Blue. Xichen. Dean-- Even Kirigan keeps trying to make people call him Gleb and that was before things got worse.
hatejakku: (smolder)

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-08 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Finn certainly wouldn't allow the rations to go to waste, but that would hardly be his focus if this was brought up. He'd be far more concerned with Blue's health, in that instance.

But, for now, he's entirely unaware. All he's thinking is that he should have cleaned up a little before coming here, the dust on his hands and stark contrast to Blue's hands in his. ]


... The orb must be holding the door closed. But that's okay. You don't have to apologize. These things are so powerful, I doubt all of us together could break a barrier they put in place.
coordination: (just a tiny bit slutty)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-08 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Blue's lack of ... any kind of response, by mouth or through mind, is worrisome. But he needs a moment to recover, and Yzak can compartmentalize enough to not let the worry impact his own immediate goal.

In that case, he opts to the nearest door of the schoolhouse's cooking area, which is a couple of feet away, just to at least get out of the room and away from all that. If Blue doesn't make any move to take his arm or otherwise, he'll do what he always does, just easily (so easily, too easily) pick him up and bring him into his arms. The small break room adjacent to it has a couple of places to relax for the former staff - dilapidated and gross now, but something is better than a cold, hard, floor, right? He sets Blue down on one of the smaller lounge sofas, ripped and sagging. He's otherwise quiet, waiting for him to recover. ]
groupiedrifter: art by me! (pic#15265775)

[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-02-08 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Y-yeah, of course; it's good! This is good.

[He says it in a tight, clipped voice. The burn is certainly edging into second degree if not just so, despite how quickly the flame had been applied and removed. He moves to grab his voice recorder, but decides against it; it's fine, it's enough. Once Itachi's healing is applied, he feels the pain diminish somewhat, and his shoulders sag in relief.]

It's still — pretty potent. But at least it buys people time; as long as we can keep someone alive, we can fix the damage done. I've got artificial skin in the works back on the ship, so if anyone's in need of grafts, it can be done.

[It's all coming together. Pre-planning never hurt anyone, huh?]

Here-

[He leans in, pins the Newtrilizer he'd made onto Itachi's cloak.]

This'll keep you alive. And you can put it out, so you're double-protected.
majorbiotic: (Smirk)

[personal profile] majorbiotic 2022-02-08 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[He catches her eye and smiles back]

Agreed. Let's go, sis.

[And with that he lifts another bandit to throw it into his fellows. He may possibly be having a little bit of fun with this]
majorbiotic: (Down)

[personal profile] majorbiotic 2022-02-08 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
No. I know there are substances that can kill, but something this horrible and this vicious... It chills me to the bone. And to think that they used it on innocent people. Women and children.

[As he speaks the anger starts to leak into his voice. He takes a breath]

Welford was stricken by grief, desperate, and the orb took advantage. I hope there's a way we can help him move on.
blackfire: (pic#15365297)

[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-08 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
of those, he has not spoken to kirigan — gleb? — but he does nod to the rest. they are all people who have had cause to push themselves.

Our situation now is not without its challenges.

he finishes with tying the last of the bouldersnakes up, and straightens.

However, everyone you have mentioned there — with the exception of those I do not know and have no opinion on — has shown remarkable strength of character and will. I understand your concern or perhaps the better phrase is that he understands why finn as a person is concerned, why it is in his nature but not itachi's own but it does not serve anyone to worry about what what you cannot change. We will complete the mission because there is no alternative. When we return to the Ximilia, we will have an opportunity for everyone to debrief. I expect many of our comrades will be somewhat worse for wear, mentally speaking, and our focus can then shift to accommodating that.
firstroar: (pic#6891949)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-08 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[he's as light and easy to carry as ever - it's just the logistics of sitting him upright that's a little tricky when he's not making any effort on his own. that said, being in Yzak's arms brings him closer to the heart of that worry; Yzak can solider all he wants to complete a task, but the Mu can feel what drives him.

that's a good thing, really: it motivates Blue to actually try. once he's set down, he does actually sit up, putting a hand on Yzak's elbow to keep him from getting too far away if he thinks go. even so, his head is still tilted down, eyes downcast, bangs obscuring the trail of frustrated tears streaking his face.]


I'm sorry. You worked so hard. And it really did...taste good...
coordination: (be close so my mom can drive me)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-08 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Really, Yzak, you did this to yourself by mentioning it.

...

Thankfully, he's grown enough where talking about this isn't as much of an issue. Even if the memories of who, how he was back then are shameful. Ugly.

So as Marta works and Yzak winces slightly against those cotton swabs when they touch, stinging at his wounds, he speaks. ]


I've mentioned it before - I'm a Major. I didn't fight through two wars completely unharmed.

It's gone, though; I had it removed, another scar. Which was almost in the same place as this fucking one, now.
naloxone: (pic#15307865)

[personal profile] naloxone 2022-02-08 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ i've got bad news for you, clara: marta's already worrying. ]

A wall? [ her shoulders fall, a look of defeat on her face. or is it exasperation? ] Oh, is that all.

[ her own hand comes up to rub at her temple, warding off a headache. ]

Let's keep going — the sooner we get to a safe zone, the sooner I can take a look at that.

[ there's a firm resolve in her tone that isn't usually found in her more appeasing tones, the kind of decisiveness that says there's no room for argument here. ]
hatejakku: (surprise)

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-08 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He hears what Itachi's saying. Focus on the mission, worry later when you can actually do something to help. He hears it, but the message doesn't help a whole lot.

But he sighs and looks back to Itachi again. ]


You're right. It's just... hard to keep my mind off of those things, I guess.
naloxone: (pic#15335312)

[personal profile] naloxone 2022-02-08 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ marta, ever the polite, compassionate type, nods understandably as his demeanor sobers up, offering only her nonjudgmental silence as acknowledgment...

...

......

for maybe all of two minutes before she clears her throat lightly, moving on to pluck up a steri strip. ]


You said it was embarrassing though...?

[ c'mon, yzak. spill. ]
firstroar: (pic#5952026)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-08 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blue hums a soft sound of agreement, but it's clear he's still holding himself up to a high standard out of a mix of worry for his friends and a desperation to prove himself - that he can still help these people, spare them from another more torturous time stranded here. even knowing his limits doesn't make that want any less - it's only natural.]

This is...why we are here. But...I think that extended time...awake on that station... [his mouth tugs.] It's spoiled me a little. I want to go back. I want...everyone to be back there instead. [he shakes his head.] But that won't...help everyone fulfill their wishes, will it.

[but more and more, his wishes are changing. the regrets fueling them, changing - almost as fast as he's fading! more than ever, things are moving...so very, very fast.]
attackbrows: (➤ 273)

[personal profile] attackbrows 2022-02-08 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Now, the Doctor is no expert at consoling people who’ve got tears running down their cheeks. If he did, then the tiffs between Clara and him would be much less messy. But the Doctor does have a modicum of emotional intelligence to read the room. Anyone with an ounce of compassion knows that this is scary. To breathe the ashes of the dead. The threat of fiery ire looming over their shadows. This is not something you throw any ordinary person in and expect them to be okay about it.

If they were okay about it, then that…is a whole other problem.

He stuffs a hand in the pocket of his black trousers.]


Souped-up metabolism. My species can take on extreme weather conditions without so much catching a sniffle.

[Several steps around the bed and the Doctor takes a seat on top of the rickety bedding.]

But it is a nice coat, so don’t go on and get any tomato sauce on it.
coordination: (Hi I'm feeling judgemental)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-08 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He feels that hand on his elbow. Light and easily breakable as that touch actually is, it wouldn't seem that way as it does as intended and keeps Yzak anchored there, close as he mirrors the action and hooks his own hand under Blue's elbow in turn. ]

Stop saying that! It's fine! You think I give a shit about that at all, right now!?

[ Sure, he'll come back around to it later and feel good about that little detail, but right now? Right now he has one pressing concern, and that's Blue. Yzak crouches to kneel, leveling with him. ]

More importantly, are you okay?
naloxone: (pic#15314426)

[personal profile] naloxone 2022-02-08 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ maybe it's the trick of the light. or her hunger wearing on her. or all the ignored stress of the past few days finally tearing through the cracks she'd barely been able to sew shut in the first place.

but in that moment, watching him take a weary seat along that noisy little cot, marta is reminded so vividly of harlan. the mischief in his eye-crinkling smile, the undeniable warmth in the levity of his tone.

she's thankful for the distance, the darkness. it allows her another moment to herself to duck her head, shed a few more tears, and hastily wipe them away. ]


I never got to ask before. [ brave face stitched back on, she takes a few steps closer to where he sits. ] About your species. What makes you special.
firstroar: (ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-08 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blue's head lifts a little so he can meet his eye.]

There's not really...much left in me to expel...so in that way, I suppose it is over.

[but in other ways...no, not great.]

I'm just...very tired.
blackfire: (pic#15368911)

[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-08 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
fucking excuse him. itachi goes completely still when newt is in his personal space — if he's paying any amount of attention at all, it's not the stillness of shock or surprise so much as of controlling one's immediate instinct to attack or escape — and after he's pinned the neutralizer on his cloak he straightens up immediately thereafter.

stiffly,


Thank you. I will ensure it goes to someone in need.

which is a very polite way of saying i have no interest in this. sorry, newt, you have not reached the social link necessary for him to tolerate any expression of care or concern about his life.

Can you walk?
naloxone: (pic#15307886)

[personal profile] naloxone 2022-02-08 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ as out of it as she is from the blood loss, the lack of adrenaline now that the fighting has more or less died down, marta is too trained in her craft not to catch the stilted way his body moves with that motion, the way his lips flatten further as if to hold something back. ]

Is... there a need now? If not, why don't you join me.

[ so she can get a better look at you, son. ]
coordination: (partner to play out an elaborate fantasy)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-08 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In that way.

...

No, it's not hard to connect the dots there, as much as Yzak simply doesn't want to connect them, as much as his mind first tries to shut the thought down completely because that what he does when he simply refuses to face something so heavy.

Yzak notes the way some of Blue's bangs stick awkwardly to his face from the wetness of the tears, hand not supporting him reaching to brush them aside and out of his eyes properly. It lingers, thumb lightly swiping under his eye to dry some of it. Wow, it's almost like when he has no choice but to get serious, he just forgets to get awkward or flustered about this kind of thing. ]


Doctor McCoy's office is right near here. If you think you should see him once you relax a bit.
attackbrows: (➤ 125)

[personal profile] attackbrows 2022-02-08 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[He takes a quick peek over at the damage Gwen has already inflicted. You’d think they’d be in the clear by now, but this wouldn’t be a classic cowboy chase scene without some dude with a cannon at the ready.

By the time Gwen remarks about going faster, it suddenly dawns on the Doctor that he—]


Ah! Yes. Sorry. I thought you were a figment of my imagination, sexy.

[He can speak horse again.]

Is that really your name? Oh! Nightmare Sparkle. How bold of you.

[Anyway, they're picking up the pace.]
blackfire: (0063434)

[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-08 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course.

there's no judgment to his tone or body language, even as he summons forth another crow to keep an eye on their prisoners. it's the same one finn is familiar with, and it gives a little trill at seeing him, immediately coming over to investigate. itachi watches it with a passive expression, and then cants his head faintly —

Feeling the way you do — holding an awareness of others' limits and frailties — it is a strength. However, being aware of something and being overwhelmed by it is a fine line. You will learn.

he truly has the worst way of trying to be encouraging. truly.

For now, focus on what you can change and who you can help.