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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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firstroar: (pic#5952068)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-09 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[were Blue to be entirely honest, he does not want to be glued on her back with that...Venom-creature... but he can't make these calls on behalf of Gwen's stamina.]

Please...however is easiest for you...is the right answer. I will not complain.
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[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-09 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blue watches him put the glass away, feeling a bit of impatience in him despite his exhaustion.

it's what prompts him to ask:]
What other...tasks must you do today? Besides the cooking.
blackfire: (01743)

[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-09 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you.

clever of him — he wouldn't have thought to use the earpiece in that manner. he makes the necessary adjustment and leaps with jim's warning in mind.

in another world, the jump — while not perfect — would have served him. unfortunately much of this town has gone to ruin in the wake of its abandonment. though he lands as lightly as a cat, it's in a spot that's soft and spongey, weak with rot. it throws him off, balance made precarious by the need to stay silent and hotly at war with finding his footing. if he scrambles for purchase against the roof, it will surely draw attention to their position — and the clone, he knows, has just been destroyed, that vague peripheral awareness of the chakra snapping like a taut wire.

falling is the only thing that doesn't endanger both of them, so rather than fight he lets himself topple backwards, hand already at the pouch on his thigh for a kunai and wire. he flings it backwards, more certain of what's behind him than what he had landed on, and the kunai thunks into the wooden frame of the building. the wire is too thin to take his weight comfortably, so when the arc of his swing smacks him into the building's side and he feels it cut into his hands, he lets it go and drops the remaining distance.

he lands heavily, crashing into something he hadn't even realized was there, an old wheelbarrow of some sort. even though he lands on his feet, he tips the entire damn thing to its side, ending up sprawled briefly on the ground. the noise is loud enough to wake the dead, and he grits his teeth as he pushes himself to his feet, drawing another knife.

if jim has any sense, he'll keep going.

(then again if there is one impression he's gotten from the man, it's not that he has an overabundance of self-preservation.)
coordination: (Please be clean and have minty lips)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-09 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He tilts his head as he looks down at Blue. ]

Other tasks?

[ A quick glance to the nearest window, trying to glean an estimate of what time of day it is by now. Still pretty early. ]

I'm heading out later in the afternoon. We need to extend the reach of our search, and there's no other way to do that than to go out for an overnight to cover more ground in the morning. Hopefully that means tomorrow night when we return, we'll actually have found something useful out there.
cruelyethuman: (Oh yes)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-09 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Impressive.

That's the word that comes to mind, watching this man navigate the shadow vines that the Darkling throws out, easy as breathing, to send them after the ones with guns. The bright light of the sword illuminating just enough of the darkness for him to make out where to send them and when to pull back.

He stops, hands still outstretched before him and the shadows writhe like smoky tentacles around their feet, obliterating the pale sand of the street.]


Yes.

[And after a beat] But that might change if you keep lighting it up like a beacon. What is that?
cruelyethuman: (Grisha)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-09 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Taking a deep breath, the Darkling brings his hands together and as he steps backwards, a wall of shadows form between them and the- animal. It's huge mouth opening and the darkness seems to come from every corner of the desert. Slithering like snakes across the scorching sand, to join the wall as dark as a starless night in the middle of the sunlit sand.

"Well- you should probably start running-" and he moves back even further, throwing her a short look. "Now."

Before the fall fails, before the creature figures out the it can go underneath it or jump over it. The ground shakes beneath his feet, as sweat tickles down the side of his pale face.
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[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-02-09 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, well, no pressure, right?

[His gloved hands are moving urgently with screwdriver in hand; it seems the lad's been prepared for any situation where he's needing to take things apart with frantic aplomb. Many parts and pieces and bits and bobs — and the dangerous glow of a blade imbued with that awful fire.]

You alright? I mean, I'm assuming you didn't get hit with the pulsefire since you're not drifting through the breeze outside, but I've got a medical kit if you have anything you need to treat...!
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[personal profile] naloxone 2022-02-09 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ marta sucks in a breath to steel herself, though she has no idea if it will even hurt any worse than her wound already does. it just seems like the thing to do.

that, and continuing to distract herself with fairly benign conversation. ]


There's no shame in wanting a celebration either.

[ she glances towards the other woman. ]

Do you celebrate birthdays, Yelena?
cruelyethuman: (pic#15026662)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-09 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
The others will be fine.

[Between the combined efforts of every orber in town and the weapons forged or brought here from the station, they're at least holding their own. For the most part. There had been bloody faces peering back at him as he walked the main street, hands out and darkness swirling like a storm brewing behind his back.

The darkness was no friend to any of the invading bandits, and they learned. How to start firing as soon as he stepped closer, as soon as the darkness went from pale moonlight to the solid dark of a starless night around them. The guns and rifles booming louder than his Cut, and he learned too.

How to sneak past their guards, how to crouch low and dodge the incoming knife aimed at his throat.

He catches her as she stumbles, her weight too slight and she weighs nothing. Like she's already turning to dust, her bones hollow like a bird's and it was only a matter of time before she flew away on the desert breeze. Or that might be the delirious thoughts of dehydration and exhaustion speaking, as he gathers her closer with his arm around her waist.]


Will you come if I go back.

[Stubborn and sacrificial, and he remembers her previous offer to the other orb. To let it feed on her, to save everyone else. He still doesn't know where it is, but Alina might be willing to offer the same to these brutal bandits if it brought a measure of relief for someone else.

Balanced. His urge for revenge, to rend flesh from bones until he stands over the bodies of his fallen foes. Never succumbing to double-edged sword of mercy, or to the wordless pleas from his enemies. And Alina, too willing to offer herself up, like a lamb to the slaughter, to reach the same end.

Victory.]


I can-

[Do many, many things to the Bouldersnakes currently searching the abandoned house behind them. Could leave her here, under the five moons and the pinpricks of stars in the sky, to make sure they couldn't follow. Broken bones and suffocation could slow down even the strongest of them.

He could kill them all, raise a wall of darkness or call on merzost to fill them with the shadows of creation. Another uncontrollable army of volcra, but he knows- feels it, somewhere deep inside, close to the tether that binds them together- that he could do better. Could breathe life in to more perfect beings than the flawed half-humans of the Fold-

Instead, he scoops her up in his arms, his shirt sticky with blood and his face a mask of dried gore, and starts walking away from the calls and the explosive blasts of guns.]
- help. You. Them. When you're safer.
construing: (up.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-09 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Luckily, you don’t have to come up with that on your own. Someone even mentioned something about family.

[ her turn to be the walking hallmark movie. gwen has read and talked to some people about the past mission. of course, learning secondhand is never the same as having boots on the ground. if nothing else, she can be the optimist with full faith that kindness and cleverness both can carry the day. she cannot believe less.

gwen’s eyes trace the newly weathered wood of the walls and roof, the old and dusty tables, the broken windows.
]

Once we figure out what precipitated this, we can plan. [ one step at a time. first step— ] For now, let’s focus on what town we’re in.

[ she tries not to linger overlong on the piles of ash. ]
cruelyethuman: (027)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-09 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
At night? I can keep doing this forever.

[Then shadows are deep and plentiful, almost eager to swim in to his Small Science and do his bidding. The rush of power and invigoration that flows through all Grisha who uses their powers, beats through him with every flex of his fingers and every swing of his arms.]

It's harder during the day. Less shadows to call upon.

[Hardly any, of a planet such as this. But he was the most powerful Grisha to ever walk on his world and the shadows came, even under the twin suns and in the desert.]

Ready?
cruelyethuman: (You're amazing)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-09 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? I like the name Gleb. It reminds me of-

[Watching her for a second, pausing mid-sentence, he sits down next to her. Shoulder to shoulder, against the rough wooden wall. The mattress groans and something small scuttles away and disappears in to a dark corner.]

I knew a man once- only, I suppose he was really just a boy, but to my young eyes, he was a man. He worked in a forge in one of the small villages we came through.

He was Inferni, someone who calls to the fire- and he made the most sturdy swords. Sharp and durable. He taught me how to make my own.
cruelyethuman: (Grisha)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-09 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[The shadows slither across the sands, gathering in his hands as his will spreads out around them, as the call of his Small Science rings out through the ties that binds everything together and the shadows from the buildings, from the space between the stars themselves and the tiny ones they all made on the desert sand - they all flowed to him, congealing in to a sharp blade held hovering between his hands.]

Only because-

[The acrid smell of gun powder and the loud yells, of hoof beats against the hard ground and it all reaches him just as he lets the Cut fly - it hits the Bouldersnake across the chest, raising a fine line and the blue blood wells to the wound, dripping down the dusty chest of the man as he laughs, heads rolled back to howl it at the sky before they fall back down, two pairs of purple eyes trained on the Darkling as he grins through clenched teeth.]

I'm better than you-

[Hissed out as he gathers the shadows again, the darkness rushes up around them-] Retreat!
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[personal profile] homeostatic 2022-02-09 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
The corner of his mouth drags up in wry amusement, and he obliges her. Bones launches into a brief lecture on the topic of neural grafting, long enough for them to reach the clinic and the other small assortment of settlements that have sprung up, protection against the bitterly cold night.

McCoy indicates she should precede him inside– the front room, once an exam room, is stacked with various supplies they've been scavenging, a few he checks over with the sweep of his light.

"Back there," he points to another door, where past that is the dilapidated lab space, now hosting their makeshift sleeping pallets, near the squat black iron furnace along the back wall. "I got extra clothes in my go bag- they'll swamp you, but they're clean. Gimme a sec and I'll have a fire goin'."
krazed: (shithouse(6))

5.0 & 1.0 ?? - Choose Your Own Adventure

[personal profile] krazed 2022-02-09 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
5.0.

[Chaos is what it is, but she's been a functional master of chaos for years. When Dean comes into the building she's using as an action point, to suss out where she can do what, she almost doesn't say anything. Almost.]

You kiddin'? This is the most entertaining mission yet. I'm not gonna turn tail so we're in this together, got it?


1.0

[She's cold, and definitely not dressed for the weather but she's stubborn and not about to let wind chill make her its bitch. Harley's got some debris she gathered, staying busy to quell the ache in her bones. She drops some of it into Dean's makeshift fire to help with the kindling.]

How's Mr. Jack Frost treating you?
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[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-09 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daisy brings her feet in closer when she spots some sort of bug scurry off when Aleksander sits down, her expression softens as he explains where he got the name from.

Well now she feels bad for teasing him about it,]


He sounds like a great guy.

[Bringing her legs behind her, Daisy tucks her hair behind her ear before moving to rest into him a little. Chin resting against Aleksander's arm as she looks up at him.]

What happened to him?
cruelyethuman: (030)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-09 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[It is rare for him to be met in the dark with a smile, when he lends to fear so easily. His shadows swirl around her ankles, playful tendrils of darkness as he hold her gaze.]

Fine.

[But he doesn't move, just keeps watching her face. His head tilting a little as the explosions of guns and rifles echo through the town around them.]

Who and how many?
firstroar: (ʜᴜsʜᴇᴅ)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-09 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[he closes his eyes, sinking back against the back of the sofa as Yzak explains. there's a little ache, knowing Yzak will have to go put himself in danger, but that's exactly what everyone else is doing.

that in mind:]
Who is...going with you?
krazed: (braelyn(6))

tickling ivories

[personal profile] krazed 2022-02-09 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you know Desperado?

[If it seems like she's leaning into the irony it's because she is. Harley doesn't know where the dirt on her face begins or ends and the only reason she hasn't lost hope is thanks to the fact that she's seen worse, more dire situations to begin with. It's hard not to be bothered by it though, her stomach, the state of things, and any distraction was better than nothing.

Even if it came at the hands of the funny little guy that helped her make snowwomen over Christmas. Definitely, if it came from him, who she hadn't seen since. He's not half bad, and she's got nothing better to do.]


Or any ragtime? I'll be Annie Oakley and you be Buffalo Bill.
cruelyethuman: (My my)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-09 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah-

[A slightly startled laugh at her- bravery, her spirit, before it's choked on the dust he inhaled and he coughs instead, hiding all of it behind his arm until the cough tapers off.

Impish.

Alina.

His, in all the ways that mattered. A few of her hairs still caught in the buttons on his shirt from the last time she came to the tent. From the last time he watched her sleep, her whole body curling up inside the circle of his arms as if to hide from everyone but him. His fingers trailing against her face, brushing those loose tendrils of hair away from her cheek to press them against the flutter of a heart beat on her neck.

Blinking back memories, he taps his fingers against his mouth.]


Well, let's see- I have a bed to use those on, and I might be persuaded to share if you let me have one.
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[personal profile] shadysided 2022-02-09 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, well, I'm a soulless ginger, so of course I have no color. I also practice the dark arts.

[Sarcasm, strong despite the situation. Ziggy takes the energy bar in her hands, stomach immediately clenching with the want and need to eat; she almost rips into it, but — small bites, eat slowly. Right. She gingerly takes a bite, looking a little frazzled. Judging from the dry blood all over her shirt and the scrapes on her elbows and knees, she's had a hell of a day today.

... But wait-]


I don't - you don't have to do that, I can — walk.

[She's only, like, 20% faint.]
coordination: (erotic freestyle for my ladies)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-09 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yzak's hand slides a few inches over the back of the sofa near him, hovering in a bit closer. ]

We're still solidifying plans there. Which directions to cover, who's going where - to have the highest chance of even finding a trace of this guy to follow up on. [ A handful of the usual suspects who can handle that sort of excursion - but not all of them, lest this area becomes vulnerable. ]

But otherwise, the cooking was all I had to do for my share of the prep for it.
construing: (cowboy.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-09 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ wryly, ] And have you curse me afterward for making you walk ten steps? Oh, no. I’ve seen this movie. Up you get, practicing witch.

[ gwen picks ziggy up easily, and sets her on the horse’s saddle. she webs down the bandit to the horse like a rolled up rug, and hops between the two, just because, she steals the guy’s hat and puts it on. ]

If you get dizzy or faint, let me know! [ she tells ziggy.

reins in hand, gwen does what she has always wanted to all mission.
]

Hyah!
construing: (transportation.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-09 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ gwen laughs, not unkindly. ]

I’m from New York. Complaining is a love language. If you’re uncomfortable, please complain; I’ll only be offended if you don’t tell me.

[ she bends down, her back to blue so he can grab her around the shoulders. she picks him up piggyback. if they run into an emergency, she can shift him up to a fireman’s carry or have venom lend a hand (or a tentacle) again. but she is tentatively hopeful that they can avoid being noticed this time.

stepping up to the door, gwen eases it open with her foot.
]

Let Peter know we’re on our way. [ —and off they go. ]
hatejakku: (down)

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-09 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Finn doesn't expect an apology given in return but he doesn't show as much surprise as he feels about it. He just sits a little straighter as he takes a breath and nods with a quiet: ]

Thanks.

[ It does help him feel better (a whole lot better) but he's still not totally sure about the level of trust here. Finn's been in much worse situations. What if those types of things happen between the Orbers? What if their trust fails them when they need it most?

That said, he does know the answer to this question, at least. His eyes go down to the table and stay there. ]


Yes. [ He told me. He shouldn't have had to. ] You had a right to be upset. I should have just listened to you instead of... reacting the way I did.