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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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[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-03 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much! :)
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[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-03 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
whew ok thank u!!
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[personal profile] peasant 2022-02-03 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
hello guys!! i had a quick question re: pulsefire and its compound. i saw in your answer to newt that its component draws power from the suns/moons. alina's sun summoning works in the same way by absorbing the light of her surroundings; given that she's a kind of like a well containing that same energy, i was curious what effect that might have!

how might pulsefire weapons react to her presence, if she's nearby and/or uses her summoning?
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[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-03 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Smothering the pulsefire, by smothering the burning victim - nice! Thank you, mods!

... I love this answer, so much
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billy butcher — the boys

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-03 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)

01. FUCKIN' COLD


( if the church is good for one thing, it's stocking up on shit to help others. that's how billy finds the stash of blankets probably received during some blanket drive or some shit and pulls it around his shoulders. it doesn't help much but it's enough.

considering how things are going, he doesn't feel all that bad when he takes his boot and starts smashing one of the wooden pews to shit so he can start a fire. no one better ever give him shit about smoking again because that's how he came to have a bunch of fuckin' matches that he was about to set the wood alight with.

it's probably not going to keep but it warms the area and most of the animals that decide to take shelter stay away. you might be able to see it from outside if he wanna come in. just make sure you state who you are because billy's on edge and he might brain you with a fuckin' fire extinguisher. )


02. FUCKIN' SEARCHING


( the fire's long burned out but the sun's finally risen which means billy is getting the fuck out of this church. he doesn't bother to divest himself of the collar but he's done playing preacher. whatever's happening is going down right now and he is not going to sit in here and miss out.

the town feels like it's emptied out and billy winces as he steps through ash of what had been people. not fucking cool.

weapons. he wants weapons and maybe food. but weapons first and, still carrying the fire extinguisher from last night, he bashes the door of the first house he finds and steps through. )


Anyone home? Welcome wagon? Hey, you got anything good in here?

( no one answers. billy smiles thinly and starts searching for something sharp or, even better, a fuckin' gun. )


04. FUCKIN' FIGHTING


( it's fucking exhilirating to be bashing the skull of someone's that trying to kill him. been way too long and billy knows he has to look quite the dichotomy, wildly billing any bouldersnake that wants to get in his way. it's not an easy fight, not by a fuckin' long shot, but every time he gets knocked down, he gets back up.

there's blood on his cheeks, spattered on the white of his collar and dusting his jeans and he doesn't care. he feels alive and maybe that's not a good thing, to feel like himself when he's killing other people but he does.

and fuck you if you don't like it.

he fights with anything he can get his hands on (rocks, sticks, fire extinguisher, and the knives he'd collected earlier). you might find him over the body of a bouldersnake, shoving a knife into his gut or you might find the bouldersnake with their boot on his neck, threatening death.

but the bottom line is you're gonna find him tussling with these fucks for as long as he's conscious. )


06. FUCKIN' WILDCARD


( if you'd like to do something else, feel free to toss it at me. )
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Intro

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-03 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Megatron had been with her in the guise of Meriwether, hovering nearby to aid his mistress--and then it all crumbles. The patrons turning to ash and dust and the houses crumbling into disrepair right in front of them as the illusion falls away. His initial reaction is a grim sort of shock--he's inured to the horrors of mass death in some ways. Then again, he doesn't have the sense for it the same way she does.

His holoform reaches out to steady her, follows her gaze to the ashen remains. ]


Are you alright, Sabriel?

[ He sounds distant, if only because his real body is slowly rousing itself to stretch out its various sensors, trying to determine what can be detected at felt at the edges of the town. ]
Edited 2022-02-03 16:59 (UTC)
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Re: questions

[personal profile] aurable 2022-02-03 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
If some the Bouldersnakes can match Drift's size is their limitations on that or is scooby and the gang going to have to deal with Attack of the 30ft Cowboy until they're killed
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[personal profile] peasant 2022-02-03 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)


thank you for the answer! that is deliciously terrible
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[personal profile] calmness 2022-02-03 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
thanks mods!

couple more questions as i think through things and reread the log!

1) cultivators can fly on their swords. is there a limit to how high xichen can fly around here while in battle?

2) would a song that is affective against the dead specifically, which can blast them away, have any effect here?
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takeshi kovacs | altered carbon

[personal profile] kovach 2022-02-03 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ though he had begun to suspect something wrong with the people scattered throughout the town, nothing could have really prepared him or anyone for the drastic emptiness that eventually befell their surroundings. survival isn't even necessarily the biggest challenge for them to confront based on the limit of their supplies, but rather what comes after, when the bouldersnakes arrive.

kovacs isn't starved for violence, despite the image that many might make of him, based on his size, his strength, his darkened eyes that have no doubt seen endless war. he won't deny that he's been a killer since he was a child, but it was what he was molded into, by the anger of his father, by the aggression of the protectorate — he fights because it is the only way he knows how to survive. with two months of a strange sense of peace in the way he's lived out in this town, there's a protective instinct that rises innately with the appearance of the bouldersnakes, as if there's finally a face he can put on something to blame. they're a threat, there's no doubt of that, so it's an excuse to retaliate.

he has a few guns in his arsenal, along with a neurachem-altered body that makes for better reflexes, quicker movements, and more durable bones. he's not in his best state, not when he's barely eaten for weeks, but he knows how to improvise, to fight under severe conditions and so he makes do.

I. ( TEAM-UP, closed to those it's been plotted with ) of course, his opponents have their own advantages, quicker and stronger than the kind of people he typically fights. even while managing in the midst of hand-to-hand combat, he gets trapped more in a defensive stance than an offensive one, doing his best to counter the bouldersnake's blows with blocks of his arms. right now, he could use a secondary hand to help get this one off his back, so he can retrieve his gun again and get back on track.

II. ( RESCUE, closed to those it's been plotted with ) evidence of his fighting is already well-painted on his clothes, but he hasn't stopped, even as he pants out of breath while moving through the town, checking into the abandoned shops for anyone who might be in trouble. when he finds someone confronted by a bouldersnake, he shouts out, ]
Stay down! [ before he raises up his gun and shoots a blast at the enemy, either to take them out completely if they're weakened enough or to at least capture their attention.

III. ( DAMAGE, open to all ) eventually, he catches a moment for himself, one in which he lets himself breathe, like he's been holding it the entire time he's been armed. he's worn out, tired, hungry, and that's without him even bothering to address the decoration of wounds on his body, patches of his clothes ripped where a bullet has grazed his skin, where knives have slashed open gashes, where punches have given birth to a collection of new bruises. but even then, his clothing is so drenched with blood, it's hard to tell what's his own and what comes from the corpses he's helped to stack. some of it has already dried over his face, crimson lines and spatters practically hiding his skin.

finding an empty porch, he slides his body down against the wooden column, propping his knees up, arms outstretched over each as he digs out a lone cigarette from his shirt pocket, patting down the rest of his clothes to find some matches. ]



( ooc: fighting options are limited as to avoid overdoing it with too many action threads, but open to post-fighting chats and trauma bonding, along with other survival scenarios if anyone wants to discuss for wild card tag-ins and closed starters. )
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closed to marta.

[personal profile] kovach 2022-02-03 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's undergone worse things than this. that's what he keeps thinking as his eyes survey the empty, cold of the town, desolate and ash-ridden. it's strange to miss something that was never really there in the first place, unable to piece together what about the falsities of an isolated close-knit society could hold of value for him. he ponders it at the back of his mind, while he tries to focus on the precise order of his priorities; they'd found some scraps to eat for the day, but the same can't be said for tomorrow. still, he wonders, why did it all matter?

Because it felt like a home.

this is the part he hates sometimes. sitting upon the same chair he's sat in about a hundred times since he's been in scorpion's bend, kovacs closes his eyes to what should be the emptiness of what once was the kovacs-cabrera office, now even more worn and aged than it'd been when they were conducting business out of it. but it isn't empty, not from his mind. even with closed eyes, it's as if he could feel her there.

quellcrist falconer stands at the corner, like she'd somehow been there the entire time, even as an illusion, as a ghost, as a piece of his own subconscious, like she's come to cast judgment. ]


It wasn't home. [ he tells her plainly, sighing through his nose. ] Home hasn't existed since you.

[ Then why did it matter so much? well now, that's not fair. he had asked that first. but silly of him to think she'd have any of the answers. after all, she's just his own psyche, redirecting the thoughts of his own tortured mind through a different voice. Was it her? ]

No. [ his answer is quick, almost snapped, as his eyes open, fingers thrumming against the surface of dusty wood. ] I'm an Envoy. I take what is offered. She's useful. [ That's a weak excuse. Even for you. When will you stop using it? she's right. it's an excuse, well expired after two hundred and fifty years of using it. not that he'll stop. if he does, that'd be admitting to what he's really seeking out. ] It's not going to happen for me. Deal's been made. I made my bed. I'm not gonna find it anymore.

[ What — love? he nearly rolls his eyes out of his head. Happiness? For a little while, you did find it again. Here. Didn't you? ]

That's not what that was. [ but he realizes that a part of it might have been, in little fragments. the mission still existed, yes, but there was a mission with the envoys too. there was a mission even as they carved out a small life in the caves of stronghold, in an isolated peace where they joined for a common goal, while he built a family with people from different corners of the settled worlds, while he'd grown to know someone who showed him what holding on to hope again could feel like.

Hope doesn't have to be a dirty word, Kovacs. Isn't that why we're all here? Because of hope?

this time it isn't quell who speaks to him. just a memory he wishes hadn't carved its way so deeply into him so fast. he sighs, head hanging and facing down as his arms settle against the desk. cold, hungry, tired. it's all simply getting to him. ]


I'm gonna forget all of this. I'll forget her too. So what's the point? [ there's no answer in return. quell must have disappeared, replaced by a different memory that doesn't stop haunting him. as his eyes peer over his outstretched arms, he can see the fallen ash atop his skin, as more of it rains down like snow within the confined space of the office, like a reminder to himself — everything ends. everyone disappears. everything except me, he thinks. ]
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PETER.

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-03 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ no one’s having a good day.

the bodies, the ash. (so much ash.) gwen had her suspicions, but seeing the devastation… it doesn’t matter how long she’s at this or what planet they’re on or what universe. it does not get easier. the day it does is the day she knows something is truly wrong with her.

then more bad news. gwen touches the fluid cartridge loaded into her left web shooter. of all the people here, she didn’t expect tony stark to be not-a-massive-dick. and now he’s gone, like peter before him. she didn’t get to know tony all that well either (unbelievably, she would have liked to), but peter número dos did.

she wasn’t surprised to see the black cloud thundering around peter quill. if she has learned anything about the man it is how huge a heart he has. and this is a lot. it’s a heck of a lot in a very short amount of time.

typically, she would not bother him so early, nor would she expect him to be awake. times, they are a-changin’ because early morning finds gwen tugging him away from the ruins of the town. she changed her mask for pink oval lenses to protect her eyes, her usual costume design for one mimicking the new design doodled into one of the margins on the notes he gave her.

spider-woman and star-lord. just a pair of bleeding hearts making the trek out into the desert.

she stops abruptly, head cocked as if listening to something only she can hear. she holds a finger to her lips in signal to be quiet.
]

Over there.

[ taking peter by the arm, gwen points—needlessly, as a faint tremble radiates through the earth, growing stronger. she watches with growing excitement as first pebbles, then rocks start shaking, and then the sand explodes upward. when the first whale breaches, gwen’s face splits into a grin. sand whales. actual sand whales. who would have thought? ]
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SORRY!

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-03 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I am so sorry, but I have another question-

Can a couple of the Bouldersnakes be caught (by say, shadow vines wrapped around them while they're blinded by more shadows around their heads) and be subjected to... enhanced interrogation techniques... to learn how they know about the orb and where it might be?
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clara oswald | doctor who

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-03 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[open & closed starters below. If you'd like a closed starter hit me up at [plurk.com profile] trashpanda.]
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ash - open to one tag in

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-03 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's in the middle of the early evening when Clara is telling a story to a group of children who have gathered. She's been telling stories about her adventures with the Doctor, and the children have come to absolutely love them. With as fond as she's become of the children who attend the school here, she's feeling a sense of contentment as she makes them all giggle and gasp with her stories.

Tonight's different though. Tonight it's while they're all laughing together because she's just modeled the Doctor's ridiculous giraffe dance that they all freeze. Clara's laughter abruptly stops, smile fading off her face as she quickly becomes unnerved.

Her eyes glance all around. Everyone else that isn't an orber is frozen the same way. By the time she's glancing back to the children, they're already turning to ash.
]

No.

[She whispers with desperation, as if it's going to stop this from happening. Her eyes go wide as she reaches out to one of the children, her hand slipping through and gathering ash.

She had known they weren't real. She had told people so for weeks now that she suspected it. But she had been hoping that maybe there would be a way to save the children. She thinks of the promises she had made them, that she would always be there for them. That even if their responses and actions were limited, they were still children. And their loss shakes her to her core.

Clara drops down to her knees, hand resting atop the pile of ashes that have collected before her. The voice in her head had been right. Now they've really done it. And the guilt caused by that loss is extreme.
]
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staying warm - open

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-03 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's out of her element with the survival that's expected of them here. Still, she tries her best to spend her days finding tools and food, but her primary focus is on obtaining water.

It's at night when she has the hardest time, though she realizes that's likely the case for everyone. There's people that manage to build fires and others that have found safe places they can gather and crash in an attempt to rest. But Clara's mind is going quickly, never slowing down so she can sleep.

She's sitting, wrapped up in a thin old blanket that had been given to her. There's a fire not too far off, but she's keeping her distance so people without a blanket can get warm. It's after she spots someone nearby that she opens her blanket, inviting them to come inside and huddle close to her for warmth.
]

Come here. I promise I'm not likely to bite.
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YELENA.

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-03 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Eight o’clock. [ crouching on the brown dirt and sand, gwen speaks quietly.

she traded her “once upon a time in the west” look for spider-woman’s costume, though traded may be a strong word when venom is the source of both. for their desert setting, gwen instituted a couple of alterations. rather than a mask, she donned pink oval lenses: not much of an identity to protect these days, but there is a bright glare out here that can leave someone half-blind. on top of her web shooters sit the new web fluid cartridges tony made for her, which restored them to functionality.

no amount of webs was going to kill an animal out here in any other way than “slowly”, though, so she’s grateful for the assist even if every shot makes her think of how horrified spider-ham would be.

or maybe he’d be first one out to go hunting and she would be the one having a crisis. this one tracks closer to every single one of her experiences with him.

tilting her face up, gwen frowns.
]

Another one.

[ every mile they venture out they seem to pick up another vulture. spider-sense is quiet for the moment, but she doubts it will stay like that forever. ]
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rescue - open

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-03 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clara thinks she's possibly ready to try the whole fighting thing. She's been working her ass off the last month to try and learn a variety of skills that she thinks she's gotten a handle on at least being able to stand her ground.

The arrival of the Bouldersnakes teach her she is so, so wrong. And that she was incredibly stupid to ever think she was capable of the sort of violence required to stand her ground in a physical fight. As the group rides through town and chaos breaks out, Clara jumps into action.

It isn't until she's leapt into the scuffle and is cornered by a group of three of them that she realizes she's outsized and outnumbered. With her back against the wall she fires the gun she's holding in her trembling hands. The bullet makes contact with one of their arms, but he doesn't even flinch. That's about the moment she thinks she very well may be about to die.

Again.

She's petrified by the time they advance toward her, but she tries using her small size to her advantage. She ducks and dodges, running as fast as her little legs will carry her. It's not fast enough, however, and one of the more lizard looking men lashes out with his tail, hitting her in a way that sends her flying. The gun falls from her hand in the process, and there's a nearly comical scream that's cut off as she makes impact with a brick wall of one of the crumbling buildings. She slides down it and lands in a heap on the ground.

When she comes to moments later, all she can feel is the warmth of blood oozing down her face. She dazedly moves to sit up, clutching her head. Her palm presses against the gushing blood and she tries wiping it away. She's so dizzy and her ears are ringing so badly that she doesn't notice the alien she's shot taking aim at her with a pulsefire weapon. She's not a threat, but an annoyance that needs to be taken out just because she's dared shooting one of them in the first place.
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