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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#5952040)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-09 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[he makes a quiet, affirmative sound to that, but doesn't follow it up right away.

eventually, though:]
Wake me up...if I fall asleep before you leave. So I'll know you've gone to do that. [and not, say, been called to an emergency or something else wild has happened.]
coordination: (Boyfriend with AC needed)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-09 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...

(cute) ]


Understood.

[ Answered like he's taking an order, before he assess whether or not he has room enough to slip down off of the armrest next to Blue - he wanted to give him some space while he sipped at that water and cleared his mouth.

And then after he does that, there's another small stretch of silence before he says, randomly, with zero context. ]


... white chocolate.
firstroar: (ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴs)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-09 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm-?

[the thought is sudden to Blue, given that he was following that line of thought Yzak was on about sitting down. he blinks slowly and lifts his head.]

White...chocolate?
construing: (knock.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-09 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ gwen looks into the camera like she's on the office. ]

I think I'd rather get catcalled.

[ always weird when the guy shooting at her is the least problematic part of her day. also. guy shooting at them. yes.

gwen turns her arm toward her. her dimensional travel watch has been acting up more than usual in the past week. she blames the orb for the obnoxious taste of sand in her mouth each time she tried using it. but maybe their resident scarface will like it.

the glowing white-and-green portal opens between them. the bandit tries to slow, avoid it, but he and his mount gallop straight through. the second portal opens not far away, and he exits yelling—to smack headfirst into a low roof.
]
laviny: (pic#15096125)

➤ MAJIMA

[personal profile] laviny 2022-02-10 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Night has fallen and all is quiet. And, honestly kind of creepy. With the illusion gone and the fate of the town painfully obvious, the atmosphere is eerie and unpleasant. Yelena isn’t a fan.

She notices Majima by the fire and goes to join him. She has a blanket draped over her shoulders and she’s holding a handful of meat skewers. Vulture meat, to be exact. A change from snake meat. She offers one to Majima as she takes a seat.]


What I really want right now is marshmallows, though.

[Roasting marshmallows could be fun. And honestly probably better than vulture meat. Some booze would be nice, too. But that seems even harder to find than food. You can’t hunt vodka.]
construing: (interesting.)

PERCY.

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-10 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ what gwen has learned from her time in the desert: nature sucks.

yes, it is important. yes, it needs to be protected. no, she does not need to be caught outside in it longer than it takes to swing her way over from queens to the city. but of course it's in the desert she finds herself playing spotter yet again.

she wears her suit without a mask. pink oval lenses do the job of keeping the suns' glare out of her eyes. she sits in the little shade of a rock outcropping, alert to her surroundings. this time, though, she's not picking up much.
]

If this keeps up, we're gonna have to start a fire. [ snake for dinner (again) doesn't sound very appetizing, but beggars cannot be choosers, and they are certainly beggars at this point. ]
coordination: (The ugly comes from my mom)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-10 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ He crosses his legs, turning his chin up some, like a man of cultured taste as he elaborates. ]

What you said before, that you've tried. Hot chocolate, cookies, dango.

I know those sorts of sweets aren't your preference, but I'm just letting it be known ... white chocolate is, in my opinion, vastly superior to all of those things.
groupiedrifter: <user name=bushyeyebrows> (pic#15004505)

[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-02-10 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[And, as he did with Hermann all those years, he absolutely speeds past the concept of personal space when it comes to even the most withdrawn of folks. Also, it's 'Newtrilizer'. C'mon, no typos now.]

Dude, you need to look out for yourself, too! Use it!

[But after a moment, he glances down at the leg; the burn looks kinda gross, but he just waves a hand.]

I can walk, I can run, I can jump, hop, skip, etc. Don't sweat it. I'll wrap it later. First I gotta get more of these made; there's dozens of us, y'know, so time's of the essence.
blackfire: (pic#15371259)

[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-10 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
it's not entirely unlike the situation that lead to the uchiha clan's downfall. trusting a higher power and acting on its promise to you. he had been promised sasuke's life — no cost was too high for that.

but clara, he imagines, has never been under anyone's heel in quite the same way. he cannot decide if he feels pity or sadness on her behalf.


Does it matter if we trust it, so long as it keeps its end of the contract?
oiorpata: (82)

[personal profile] oiorpata 2022-02-10 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ she frowns, because he doesn't look fine, but andy isn't sure he'll be upfront about it in the moment. ]

You can take a minute if you need to. [ she doesn't sound condescending. she means it pretty earnestly. ]
blackfire: (06334)

[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-10 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
gross, gratitude. literally: do not.

the rings are no more or less interesting than many of the legendary weapons of his homeland. his parnter's samehada, or the executioner's blade, or the sword of totsuka — he is no stranger to fantastic items built for combat. so while the rings get a bit of a look, it's something he files away for later and does not actively express interest in at the moment.

instead, itachi flicks a shuriken towards another hopeful bouldersnake, which forces the (surprisingly human looking) woman to drop her gun.


Try to gather their weapons if you can.

perhaps some of their resident scientists can figure them out, somehow. he has no interest in using them himself — amaterasu is fire enough for him.
blackfire: (pic#15232645)

[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-10 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
I am more than capable of looking after myself without your device. It would be wasted on me.

you made him say the thing, newt. you did this. and at that — stubborn assertion, one eyebrow twitches faintly upwards before he settles back into his usual passivity. he's not going to argue because newt is an adult (if... one that makes him question the parameters by which one becomes an adult in his world) but if you lose the leg to infection it will be no one's fault but yours, newt.

I will assist. Show me how.

he can copy the movements easily enough — he does not have to know why the parts are assembled as they are, only how. and if he makes a crow clone or two he can accelerate the process even more.
bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-10 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[She sighs as she shifts to press her back against the side of the building, head tipping back as her eyes close.]

Yeah, okay. Just be safe if you can.

[It's almost a joke at this point, because she thinks Daisy may be more reckless than she is. But she knows that Daisy has the skills to back up her recklessness in a fight, and that's the only reason she isn't arguing for them to just stick together and wait things out.

Her head turns as her eyes open, and she gives a tired smile. See? She's just fine, not going anywhere. It's a good chance for her to catch her breath and get ready to make the rest of the trip to safety.
]
bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-10 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[that question makes her arch both eyebrows and stare at him, almost surprised that he'd have to ask.]

Of course it matters. Why wouldn't it matter?

[For Clara, trust is everything.]
whitestonelives: young (but they say oh how the good die)

[personal profile] whitestonelives 2022-02-10 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Percy has a beaked mask, reminiscent of a plague doctor's, currently sitting atop his head, and is looking through the scope of Bad News for—something, anything, that they could maybe hunt down and eat. If he has to eat snake for dinner again he's going to do something very drastic.

Nothing. Nada. Zero.]


Vex would've done so much better than both of us together by now. [She's actually a hunter, for one thing. Percy has some rudimentary knowledge so he's not completely useless, but the thought still stands: his wife would've brought something down by now. Instead, here they are, an engineer and a superhero, hoping to god for a vulture to pass by so they can finally eat something that isn't snake.] Nothing yet?
bossily: (clara458)

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-10 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Clara doesn't seek to argue with her, because she knows it needs to be looked at. So she just idly nods, keeping her attention focused on their surroundings. As soon as it's safe, Clara heads off once again, hurrying their way around a corner. They slide down along the side of a building, Clara stopping to press her back against the wall as she hears the sound of fighting not far off.]

I say we leg it and hurry past the fighting. I think we have a real chance of making a straight shot to the schoolhouse.

[Which is Clara's way of asking Marta if she's up for a slightly risky run in the middle of the commotion.]
blackfire: (pic#15365395)

[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-10 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
he trusts no one, and hasn't since shisui died. it's never prevented him from working with others, alongside kisame and madara and the rest.

I don't believe it matters because we are here to perform a function, and it has promised a reward in return for that performance. The nature of our relationship with the orbs is purely transactional. We neither need to like nor trust them. In fact, it is likely best that we do not, because if they — as an entity — betray us once they are whole, having any amount of trust in them may be a barrier to preparing for that betrayal.

he does not say it in a way that suggests he judges her for doing the opposite. he and clara are from very different worlds, ideologically speaking. he tilts his head.

Why would it matter to you?
firstroar: (pic#6891970)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-10 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Blue processes this for a moment, his tired brain needing a little extra time to get what he's getting at, but when he does, he smiles, breathing out a gentle laugh.]

I suppose...I'll have to find out myself.

[he hopes he can. he really does.

gesturing to the empty space on the other side of him.]
Sit with me? Just for a little while. Since...you said you're not leaving...right away.
morethan084: (coy/amused)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-10 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
More like pains in the ass.

[And despite being beyond pissed with them now, Daisy smiles when Andy touches her cheek. Still in awe of just how quickly she heals, Daisy holds her hand out in case she needs assistance but she's on her feet so quickly as if she hadn't just been shot and stabbed.]

Yeah, we are. You ready to get some payback?
morethan084: (fighting)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-10 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Ducking when of the bandit throws a punch at her, Daisy comes back up and uses her powers...

But all that happens is he gets dragged back a few feet.

Confused, she quickly moves out of the way when he comes charging at her. Kicking him in the back when he runs past her just because he couldn't stop in time, Daisy makes a grab for her knee.]


What the fuck are you made out of?!
bossily: (clara428)

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-10 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Clara fumbles with hands that are sopping wet with Leonard's blood, but she manages to open his medkit and pull out the D-wrap. It's with shaky hands that she turns it on right as Megatron is giving the specs she's looking for. She moves the D-wrap to scan over him as shock and hemorrhages are discussed. When the details on her screen read the same, she gives a quick nod of her head.

Panic is still rising, but she does an excellent job of not letting it show.
]

This is the artery we need to focus on.

[She turns the wrap around so Jim can see the artery that's front and center. Technology is a gift in this sort of instance, and she's able to set aside her fear and worry they won't be able to help him in favor of moving into action. The wrap is held in one hand before she reaches back into the medkit with her other hand to try and pull out supplies.]

This would be better if we weren't all covered in blood and had the time to sanitize, but we can't exactly ignore the flashing warnings about critical injury and hypovolemic shock. Are your hands steady enough, Jim?

[Because they need to get this done now.]
coordination: (Damaged Goods Here)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-10 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
You will. This place is disgusting and in ruins, so I don't think anybody is quite feeling themself as a result of it.

[ That's what he feels is a good possibility here for Blue getting sick. It's gross! Look at the couch! The dusty table he just set that cup down on! Anybody would feel ill being in this kind of setting for too long, right?

(haha)

Blue's request brings the slightest tinge to his face because even an ask as simple as that causes a lightness in his chest. ]


No, I'm not. There's still some time, yet.

[ He clears his throat and moves, dropping to sit down in that space next to Blue. The couch is lumpy and thin and not very comfortable, but weighed against what just happened, he can't even complain about that since they're both sitting there and Blue seems to be feeling better now. ]
business: (pic#15004860)

[personal profile] business 2022-02-10 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
( the reality is apparent only to rhysand himself — he is not wonderful. there is blood splattered on clara's face like a sea spray from where rhys had killed a man in cold blood, with a snap of his fingers, without even thinking. is that bad? he's killed people far less guilty before. he's killed his own kind. prythian is a nature riddled country with flora and fauna of all sizes, emptied out right from a children's storybook — but it's built on blood. gallons of it. ocean fulls.

he can't help but feel guilty. you don't know the arms you're jumping into, he feels inclined to say, to confess to sweet clara the worst of his sins until she knows how not wonderful he is, until she knows him for what a liar he is. but you can always count on the fair folk to be greedy, in terms of sweets and trickery, but hugs as well. rhys wraps two arms around her waist and swivels them to the side, so she doesn't have to see the puddle of red seeping into the dust over his shoulder. poor bandit — but rhys was being honest when he said he wouldn't mourn a man who'd hurt her. he stares at the stain and only feels vindicated.
)

You know what you are?

( he forces a bit of jolly good nature into his voice, burrowing his nose down in the curve of her shoulder before tugging lightly back, keeping clara's little form situated against him. )

Very pretty. But this gash? ( a hand skirts up her back, tenderly brushing the hair away from the site of gore. ) Not your best look. Let's go get it cleaned up, hm? And then we —

( his long ears flicker, not unlike a fox twitching in the direction of something instinctive, something initiating a primal urge. his expression goes just on the side of fierce, looking out into their near surroundings. battle beats in his blood, the illyrian inside of him starved for sweat and violence. )

More are coming. ( in explanation. he turns his eyes back to clara, lifting a brow. ) Fight or fly?

( he might mean that second option literally. but. who's to say. )
attackbrows: (➤ o96)

ii - aka the gurls are fighting

[personal profile] attackbrows 2022-02-10 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Everything is spiralling out of control. There was a lack of cohesion among the crew. It was every man for themselves in a desperate search for the orb.

But that isn’t the problem.

In a blink of an eye, the Doctor had seen one bandit, already weakened, take a blast to the heart and lay there completely slack. His eyes widened in a glaze of anger, turning to find Kovacs’ with the weapon in hand.]


What are you doing?

[His words are reserved, holding back the fury that is starting to boil over.]
morethan084: (coy/amused)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-10 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Good, because something tells me this is going to go on for a while.

[And despite the severity of the situation, Daisy's smiling at him. She likes working with him.]

Can you cut off their vision? Make it so they can't see us coming.