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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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sand whales - open

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-03 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's been to plenty of planets and has seen her fair share of alien species. But something about the sand whales here captures her attention in a way not many other animals have. They're absolutely beautiful and remind her of why she loves travelling to new places.

So one afternoon she can be found out observing them, edging her way in closer and closer to where the sand shifts and gives way to a pod that seem happy to be putting on a little show. She spots what must be babies, the sight of them leaping in and out of the sand in play putting a smile on her face.

Clara looks over to her companion for this outing with that smile still intact, her hand outstretched in invitation.
]

It'd be a shame to come out all this way and not get a closer look. Don't you think?
construing: (kick.)

BLUE.

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-03 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Does he not get tired?!

[ getting chased around the ruins of town by a freakish gazelle of an alien is not how gwen expected to spend the day. any other time of day, she would have turned around and thrown him down by his pencil ass neck. instead, she ducks under a searing blue line of fire, rounds an orber and bandit grappling, and climbs onto a low roof—and the fucker is still following.

anger flashes through her bright as a flame. venom feeds on gwen's anger, amplifies it. it is a familiar sensation by now, one she knows to be careful with. she allows herself to fall in and it will be all she feels. and she cannot afford to lose control, especially when carrying the body of a fellow orber across her back.

venom wrapped black tendrils around blue's chest and thighs, anchoring him safely to gwen. it also draped over his head like a hood to prevent it flopping over her shoulder and injuring his neck—spectacular teamwork to leave her arms free to fire off more web bullets, which gazelle man dodges. gwen growls in frustration.
]
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getting to safety - open

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-03 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[As soon as someone's gotten her to safety in the midst of the attack, Clara takes to hurrying through town to try and find the others that aren't meant to be caught in the middle of the fighting. She ignores the throbbing in her head and the dizziness that's causing her to be off center, and runs as best she can to find others.

There's a safe place that's been found, one she's been told to get as many others to. So she focuses on that goal and does just that, not hesitating to reach out and grab the hand of whoever she finds.
]

It isn't safe to stay here. We have to go.

[She doesn't wait to hear any argument before taking off running again, attempting to drag the other person with her. They're going to have to duck and dodge and play everyone's favorite type of minigame. It's gonna be a great time.]
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rescue

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-03 08:10 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.

A voice that's familiar vaguely registers with her, shouting at her to do something. The words don't make sense just yet, everything's a fuzzy jumble. It's Kovacs, it dawns on her a moment later, and she tries climbing up to her feet to find him. He's close, he could be in trouble. She has to get to him. Even if she's limping and is so off balance she keeps stumbling along. She's not going to let him get himself killed.
]
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[personal profile] bindsthedead 2022-02-03 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I think I can handle it.

[Sabriel's clambering up the rock, testing for hand and footholds even as the rock dragon keeps getting closer.

Oh, and the vultures are circling lower now too. Lovely.]


Think that thing can climb?

[Even if it can't, Sabriel is redoubling her efforts.]
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thanks for u service, kovacs | cw: violence against a minor, attempted strangling

[personal profile] shadysided 2022-02-03 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sound of the approaching chaos shakes her to her core. It's a different kind of fear than back home had been. Before, it was a quiet, awful thing. The violence was hushed in Camp Nightwing — only the screams of Shadyside victims, really, once they'd been found and hunted. Kids, mostly. Kids even to a kid like Ziggy. She watches the horizon frozen in those memories, not quite able to shake herself free from the trance.

But the Bouldersnakes are here. That's for certain.

She grabs a revolver and some ammunition and hopes that Peter's gun lessons will pay off right now; it's best to take refuge in a building. Best to keep away from that awful fire that seems to burn on the ends of so many weapons. Waiting trembling in the darkness of the delapitated house, she hears the heavy footsteps and obnoxious voices of at least two intruders.

"Well now," one says, sniffing the air. "I think we've got ourselves some company-"

There's a crack-crack-crack of a revolver being unloaded. Ziggy almost doesn't realize it's her doing it, but she is; she's popped out from behind the upturned table and squeezes off the six rounds with as much focus as she can. One of the men goes toppling backward, right out the open front door and down the steps, lying in a growing pool and breathing his last. The other man is hit twice — one in the arm, one in the shoulder — and hisses in pain before storming toward the girl who'd done the deed. Ziggy's knees scrape uncomfortably as she bolts toward the back door, but then a hand tangles up in her red hair and she's back and down, hitting the floor and losing her breath.

"You think you're gonna kill me?" the man spits, "Oh, that's a thought. You try to make a joke out of me with that little pea-shooter; you ain't getting a quick pulsefire death out of me, girlie." He wraps his hands around her throat as she kicks her feet wildly, panic alight in her eyes as she reaches up to try and claw and scratch and fight for freedom. "Stupid little runt-"

The man's eyes are yellow, snake-like, piercing as his face twists up in annoyance.

But she just sees Tommy again.

Always Tommy, his hands around her throat as she tries to breathe.

Tommy as he kills Alice.

Tommy as he kills her sister.]


Tommy-

[- she pleads.]
construing: (america.)

HERMANN.

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-03 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ newly equipped with a newtrilizer (why is it called that? why? why?) gwen dives back into the fray. it feels like the intensity has not let up at all; if anything, the bandits seem to have turned more savage than ever. so, here she is, putting her trust in newt and the bad steampunk cosplay looking device at her side.

it's almost like being back with the web warriors.

shrapnel and fire fill the air. gwen kicks up a fallen door and pitches it straight across to intercept the bullet's path of a particularly trigger-happy bandit. a web wrenches the gun from his hand, and a punch to the head drops him like a sack of rocks.
]

Get moving! [ she yells behind her to the guy the bandit had been aiming at. ] It's too hot here!
Edited 2022-02-04 20:24 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bindsthedead 2022-02-03 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
No.

[Sabriel's too stunned to even try to lie. She sways slightly, as she tries and fails to control her breathing, even as she clings to the holoform.]

They're all dead. They all- I can feel it.

[This is the truth the orb was trying to hide. That they've been living in a town full of- not even ghosts, Sabriel realizes. The townspeople weren't even that, just... echoes. Sabriel laughs, the sound awful and hysterical.]

Everyone in this town, they all died at once.
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Ziggy Berman | Fear Street

[personal profile] shadysided 2022-02-03 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Diggin' Up Bones

[Standing in the deathly quiet town after the people had crumbled away, Ziggy finds herself at a loss. It's certainly not her first brush with tragedy — in fact, she had been at the epicenter of the last great tragedy she'd witnessed, a victim of it herself — but this reminds her that this certainly isn't some game. Real people died here, just like so many kids had died at Shadyside. One massacre after the other. It's disheartening, but she can't go sitting down and giving up now.

So she goes back to the mines, collects a wheelbarrow full of tools like pick-axes and shovels, and wheels it back to the waiting orbers as they continue piecing together the terrible events of the town. Tying her hair back from her sweaty face, she looks to her new company and says:]


If you look for dried up river beds or plants, you can dig under and find some water; sometimes it's just a few feet under.

You wanna come with?

II. Involuntary Hunger Strike | CW: Starvation/Hunger Symptoms

[But as the days pass, she finally starts to feel the unpleasant effects of hunger taking hold; she'd already dropped a few pounds since the start of the mission (a mission which she'd been unfortunately one of the first to show up for), but with the complete loss of the town and the depletion of their emergency food kits... yeah, it's been tough.

She's not one to bitch and moan, though; she hates doing that. So she keeps her head low and helps look for what scraps of food they can manage to ensare. Finding water has been relatively successful, and she's been practicing her collecting skills from shallow holes in thoe desert floor, but she does have to admit... she's getting tired. And sometimes the shovel feels like it's a hundred pounds.

She swears she's just stopping for a short break. But somewhere between putting down the shovel and moving toward a porch, she feels her vision get dark and she's out before she even hits the floor. When she stirs again, she blinks up at a blurry face hovering over hers, not yet recognizable. Despite how it obviously looks, she mumbles:]


... Tripped over something...

III. Your Wake Up Call (SIDE A) | Her Saving Folks | CW: Violence

[Ziggy's been... mostly holding her own. Or trying to, anyway. The revolver she's got doesn't have much ammunition left, but she's going to try to make the most of it. Live, her brain tells her. Don't die. But beyond that, she's terrified at the idea of running into yet another person she knows dead. Her head is so utterly crowded by the memories of Camp Nightwing in this moment, despite the stark differences. Just having someone out there ready to hunt her, ready to harm her, it's enough to put her on edge.

When she sees one of the bandits taking aim with their pulsefire rifle at a fellow Orber, though, her thoughts immediately snap into focus. She raises her gun, aims like Peter had taught her, and fired. The bandit doesn't get the chance to shoot; they collapse in a heap on the ground instead, their pulsefire rifle falling out of their boneless hands.

Ziggy stands there shakily, lowers her gun, and looks anxiously toward her teammate.]


Are - you okay?

[She's getting a little too used to shooting people.

But she will run out of ammunition pretty soon, so that's more of a concern.]


IV. Your Wake Up Call (SIDE B) | And Folks Saving Her | CW: Violence

[Ah, yeah, there goes the last of her ammo. She tucks the empty revolver into her belt and makes her way toward potential safe spaces — it's not like they're all combatants, and really, she shouldn't be out here trying to play Rambo herself. She's shaky from weariness and hunger and all the things accumulating into one big mess, so all she can think about is finding somewhere to sit and maybe freak out in solitude. (You killed someone, her mind numbly supplies. But what else was she supposed to do?)

A blast of pulsefire hits the wall in front of her and she cries out in surprise, stumbling backward. The bandit that comes charging in on horseback looks very determined to hit her, their own gun poised ready for a second shot. As the sounds of the hooves grow closer and closer, she makes a break for it, skidding around a corner and running as hard and fast as she can. But she's not gonna outrun a horse, is she...?!

Her foot catches a rock jutting up from the arid soil and she falls hard onto her knees, panting, her lungs burning.

Too close, they're too close-

She's done for, she thinks.

... It's been a good run, at least.]
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[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-03 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Finn follows after him, glancing over every house they pass. James isn't the only one leaving markings behind, and Finn's pretty proud of the group as a whole for their forethought and organization. They've come a long way since Gyeongje.

But he's quick to spot a house that looks completely untouched, the door hanging on one hinge blocking the entrance enough that someone couldn't have gotten in there without moving it. Finn's hand grazes over Jim's arm before he walks over.

The house itself isn't very large, probably not a fantastic bet for food, but it's a good as house as any right now. So once Finn's on the porch, he grabs the knob with on hand and the side of the door with another, lifting it far enough off the ground to swing it open.

He peaks inside in case there's a coyote or something but there's no sound. ]


Looks untouched. Small, though.
coordination: (my blow up doll only wants to be friends)

Yzak Jule | Gundam SEED

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-03 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For all starters: Yzak's spending the duration of this log with a nice bandage covering the left side of his face thanks to an ill timed run-in with a rock dragon the moment everything around them shattered. You know, for REFERENCE!!

He ain't happy about this but he's getting by. (and taking care of himself, don't worry) ]

01. Scavenging and Survival
[ Despite his injuries (which were looked at and treated post-haste) and the fact that at the moment he can only see out of one eye, Yzak isn't deterred from moving. His legs and arms are fine, after all. So he helps with group efforts, looking for useful things, things to burn, things to eat, helping with the cooking.

He's trained for this sort of thing, so knows what he's doing, careful and thorough with all of his actions, offering guidance if needed. It's ... stressful, because how could it be anything else? And the stress can't help but show on his face from time to time, but ever the bullheaded, hard-working Major, he keeps moving despite it because he knows he has to. And being a Coordinator has its perks, because he's not as bad off where malnourishment is concerned. His abilities aren't as impacted, so he can still manage when it comes to finding water or hunting.

Others can join him when it comes to [a. scavenging], since teamwork is the key here! Will they be hindered by some stray coyotes or rock dragons in the process? Do they need to eat? Maybe those creatures that get the jump on them will regret doing so as they become their next meal.

When night falls and it gets [b. colder], Yzak isn't as affected by the drop in temperature, as his body can withstand stronger dips or rises. So if blankets are scarce, he won't be the first to touch one and let those who look more chilly grab them. Of course he still feels the cold, and too much time outside or not moving will get to him. Hm, hm, what can be done here! Whether they're somewhere as a team or Yzak's cleaned out and decided to spend some time in his room at the inn because he's stressed or exhausted or his injury is bothering him and doesn't want to deal with much else, he can be found for all of your tropey blanketsharing needs. (he might need to be bullied into it, but he'll bend)

Finally, on one of the days where there is some calm and Peter Quill has dragged Yzak along with Finn and Blue, he can be found having a gentle moment or two with some [c. baby sand whales]. Gingerly he'll reach a hand out, allowing one of them to come to him and gently nudge its nose against his palm. He doesn't smile, but the way his expression softens some is enough to show that someone's a big ol softie!!

02. Skirmishes and Struggles
[ As if things weren't bad enough? Man, fuck these Bouldersnake guys.

But as with the last few days here, teamwork is key. So anyone who wants some good fighty fight team ups with mutual support and rescues from close calls, can find Yzak in a predicament - a few of the more agile/stronger Bouldersnakes have decided to gather up and surround him. He manages to sidestep one that comes at him, but as these guys are basically skill-matching, he can only do so much on his own. After that first dodge, he begins to move away from a second and try to aim his gun at a third, but that first one manages to sweep a kick at his ankle. He loses the edge, and gets jumped, getting knocked in the head where his healing injury is and slamming to the ground, letting out a grunt of pain. Yzak doesn't let up, rolling out of the way when a Bouldersnake brings their boot down toward his head and managing to cut into one of their legs with his blade. But he's still overwhelmed and needs a hand here. ]

03. Wildcard
[ You know the drill! Down for anything. ]

04. OOC
Poke me at [plurk.com profile] gaignun, Tara#1768, or PM here for any plans, discussion, questions, etc. Also always down with multiple threads, so if I hit you up somewhere and you want to do more/something else with me, don't be shy! sticks leg out
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For Marta

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-03 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Very few moments after the illusion around them all shatters, Marta's going to get a short message over the network, getting right to the point. Because someone had the illest of timing to be on the outskirts of town when everything shifted and ran right into a couple of rock dragons that he managed to make it away from. ]

Need some aid if you can spare it right now.

Your location?
construing: (lean.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-03 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it wasn't that long ago gwen shared hers and shikamaru's findings about the embera. back then, gwen could not discard the possibility that everyone had died, and they were seeing their echoes, a wish playing a movie. but she had refused to consider it fact until given incontrovertible evidence otherwise.

evidence found.

she stares at the piles of ash where people had stood: laughing, drinking, sharing in gossip. the food turned to ash. the walls are weathered, the windows broken. her clothes alone remain intact courtesy of venom: pink button down and a dark blue skirt and it feels like a mockery. a little stunned, she turns around. by the time she reaches clara, venom has shifted to spider-woman's colors sans mask. bending down, gwen wraps an arm around clara's shoulders. not speaking, she rests her head against clara.

in a minute, she will urge clara up. in a minute, they can be practical. in a minute.
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II.

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2022-02-03 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peter is walking back into town, carrying something in a bag that leaves the fabric bloodied at the bottom and dripping, when he spots Ziggy on the ground. Heartbeat faltering for a second, he curses out loud and runs towards her, not quite being able to move as swiftly as he usually does.

He, too, is feeling the effects of going without food for weeks and the harsh weather conditions. Peter has lost weight as well, but he knows he can afford that. His beard is longer, and the lack of proper sleep makes his eyes look shadowed, the curve of his jawline is sharper and his hands feels rougher to the touch. They all need to drink more. But he's a grown man, and he arrived to town later than her, so he can manage. Or so Peter keeps telling himself.

He drops the bloodied back and kneels next to Ziggy, hand going to her cheekbones to cradle her face and get her to look at him. ]


Ziggy. What happened, are you okay? Can you hear me?

[ If She gives him a proper look, she might notice that Peter looks a bit scratched and his clothes are torn in places. There's a bruise in his left temple, his hair messy. Another cut on his right thigh, the pants ripped in a diagonal line, and some blood seeping out of the wound, but it's mainly superficial. ]
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[personal profile] naloxone 2022-02-03 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ and for a few moments, that's all it is — just him. him and the silence and the suffocating emptiness of the room like smoke in his lungs, both familiar, unwelcome friends.

and then the door opens, and that empty peace shatters, and that little bell rings once more as marta shudders through the entrance, huddled under a dusty, moth-eaten blanket pilfered from one of the empty rooms of the saloon. unaware of the atmosphere she'd just come barging into, her greeting comes in the form of a half-exasperated, half-impressed: ]


They're trying to cook the vultures.

[ "they" being the rest of their motley crew, of course, though marta doesn't spare any more seconds on elaborating. it's not like it needs much explaining anyway. times have been tough since welford branson's illusion shattered, leaving them all at the mercy of the elements. those of them who have been here the longest were already vulnerable to begin with, but it seems without the orb's influence, any notion of good health has become only fantasy and all that building hunger they'd been unaware of is now free to torment their waking hours.

she crosses the few steps it takes to walk up to the desk where he sits, the chill from the outside air still clinging to her, following her into the space and making the points of her face rosy and dry. on the desk she sets down her gathered offerings: a cast-iron pot, a filled waterskin, and a couple of bars of dried reptile meat. she gestures with mock flourish. ]


Jerky again. Your favorite.

[ of course it's only then that she notices the expression on his face, and her raised hands fall to her side, her own expression quickly turning to one of concern. ]

What's wrong?
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[personal profile] naloxone 2022-02-03 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ one of these days, she won't be so startled when a voice suddenly welcomes itself into her ear unprompted, but today is not going to be that day. especially not after all she's just been made to process. ]

My office with Kovacs. Do you remember it?
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drift — cars

[personal profile] aurable 2022-02-03 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
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( open )

[personal profile] aurable 2022-02-03 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)

1.0 + 2.0

[ Drift had spent the majority of the first night still using his holoform. After the illusion dropped with the finality of curtain call and all the abruptness of a sentence encounter the period he really didn't need to. Scorpion's Bend was a corpse long since picked clean and there was no one left to mourn even the bones of the crumbling buildings.

— Nothing about this was right, but he wasn't going to start processing it by thoughtlessly trampling over a mass grave.

In the evening, Drift meanders around with the others in relative silence. Picking through one of the more intact houses for anything useful, Drift stops by an old hope chest at the foot of the skeletal remains of a bed. The wood is half-rotted, and it looks as if it sags to one side almost through the floor. He picks through its contents and comes up short. In one hand, he holds a moth-eaten blanket that might either get someone through the night or disintegrate in their hands. In the other is a brass pitcher — inexpensive and only valuable for the inlaid design that looked personal, maybe even with an inscribed name. All of it lost to time. Drift frowns as he stares down at his findings. He turns, and more to himself says,]
We never really knew any of them.

[ Night falls and the temperature sinks quicker than the moons. By the time there was only a silvery cast of thin moonlight between the gaps in the damaged buildings, it was nearly freezing. 'Drift' stands watch by the dilapidated remains of the stables as a weak fire struggles in a dug-out pit inside the structure. The hushed sound of — of all things — tires slowly rolling over the dirt path is heard just around the bend.

The rumble of an engine follows as the unmistakable shape of a car rolls up to the barn. The headlights are off to keep a low profile as the back door opens seemingly independently. Pushing himself off the door, Drift looks back and nods in the direction of the vehicle. ]


Could be a tight fit, but you'll be warmer in there.



4.0

[ Hell had broken loose with the sunrise. Not at all once or with especially dramatic flare, but once the scouting party start to creep in like weeds it was already too late. Drift had to go against everything in him to rush in headlong. Erring on the side of caution to see where he would be needed most as one of the team's heaviest hitters. Though he only had the luxury of caution for mere moments before the first shot went out.

Out in the middle of town, a pair of Bouldersnakes attempting to box you in look past you with a bewildered expression flickering across their faces. The roar of a car engine kicking up dust and rock at breakneck speed rushes up behind you.

— only to abruptly go silent.

Something massive eclipses the twin suns overheard before landing hard onto the ground below. What happens next is a chaotic whirlwind when what touches down between you and the Bouldersnakes is Drift — really Drift — at over thirty feet with both swords drawn, he casts everyone around him in shadow. Before anyone has time even to blink, one of the Bouldersnakes charges and suddenly matches Drift — inch for inch — the two titans lock weapons, and the force of it sends Drif's leg sliding back, taking out the old general store. Without looking back, Drift shouts ]
Watch for the other one!



5.0

[ The raid goes further into town and if you happened to be trying to avoid the Bouldersnakes it was getting trickier by the second. The ominous hum of a weapon warming up and the jackal-like cackling of one of the 'Snakes sounds too close for comfort. Without warning a hand nearly as big as you are tall, maybe bigger, firmly wraps around you — a voice yells Watch out! — and you're pulled away. The place you were standing is now a burning crater and you're suddenly severely feet above the ground moving fast.

Drift skids on the wheels of the back of his pedes as he comes to a stop a short distance away out of the line of fire. With the utmost care, he sets you down back safely on solid ground. His white chest plate and flanks are peppered with gunshot and scorch marks. A riot of colors splashed across the rest of him — dull orange, noxiously bright green, but the most prominent was streaks of red almost anywhere his plating had been pristine white. A patchwork of blood sampled from any 'Snake he could get his hands on.

He smiles down awkwardly, ] Sorry, had to think quickly. You alright?



wildcard

( fuck me up )



Edited 2022-02-05 01:46 (UTC)
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( closed )

[personal profile] aurable 2022-02-03 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
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— megatron

[personal profile] aurable 2022-02-03 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Get the big one!

[ Great. Drift had been wondering when the Bouldersnakes would take the most obvious approach in these types of situations. Warzone logic 101 was first to isolate the heaviest hitter and remove them from the equation. A move like this is what he had anticipated and, as a result, had tried to keep most of the fighting centered on him. Reckless, certainly, but it gave the others time to regroup after this surprise attack had caught them all off guard.

— What hadn't crossed his mind was the significant challenge the bandits would pose. There was strength in numbers, but what started off with Drift transforming to corral the Snakes into manageable groups to pick off backfired once they got wise to his tactics. No sooner had he managed to push four of them to the edges of town had half a dozen more joined the fray. A few more enterprising bandits boxed him in and made it nearly impossible to get the space to transform.

Things went sideways when one managed to slice right through the tendon cables at his left ankle. Drift yelped more in shock than pain as he was suddenly unbalanced and forced to shift most of his weight on his right side. This was the opening the others had been waiting for and before Drift knew it he was being swarmed.

Two Bouldersnakes that matched him in size — one with four arms, the other with skin hard as stone — pinned him between their combined weight and brought him down. Drift hissed and struggled, managing to swing his head back and dig his finials deep into the cheek and jaw of one of them. the 'Snake wailedand pain but their only response was to pummel Drift harder back onto the ground. Drift was suddenly aware the smaller members of the group had managed to get a rope around his legs — rope that actually held firm no matter how hard he fought. Another plunged some sort of branding iron or heated rod into his flank to control his struggling. Drift smelled burning protoform flesh and metal before the pain registered and he howled. Starting to fight back with jerking movements, trying to bite and claw where he could now that he was rendered prone and injured. ]


Hold that fucking thing down.

[ A terrible, ice-cold feeling gripped Drift's spark as he heard the rising hum of something being charged. Drift's eyes go wide as he sees the barrel of a pulse fire weapon trained squarely at the center of his chest. ]
Edited 2022-02-07 01:52 (UTC)
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— dean winchester

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— lan xichen

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— alina starkov

[personal profile] aurable 2022-02-03 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Drift has missed the horses — and not simply because someone else was doing the heavy lifting for a change. Even if those beasts had only been poor phantoms of lives snuffed out long before they were ever here, he had liked them. Antecedents to the machines that he modeled his disguise after. More he admired the idea of them — gentle and reliable companions when their trust was earned. You didn't see that sort of symbiotic relationship between humans and their machines.

— It was why he was quietly glad they were no longer a factor. The thought of bringing horses out here when the decision was made to venture into the desert was distressing. Alina and a few others had told him what happens when a horse injures its leg on longer rides. Hopefully, no one would 'put him down if he got a flat tire out here. The journey was just on the side of too uneventful the first couple of days in. Still, it wasn't exactly boring either. It was incredible what a couple of nights out in the desert did to disabuse a few orbers of their mistrust of vehicles. Drift saw a sudden upswing in his popularity when he became a convenient pack mule and shelter from the elements. Funny, that.

They had made a sort of base camp in the narrow passage between two towering mesas. In the cradle of red clay, they were cool during the day and sheltered from the winds. Enough that when it was warm that some elected to sleep outside by the fire one night. Alina had been one, and it was why Drift wasn't there when she was awake.

— Well, not physically. His human guise was crouched down by her bedroll next to the dying firepit. A courtesy because he was otherwise preoccupied, and because he didn't want to be yelled at if she woke to the sight of a thirty-foot terror looming over her.]


Alina — [ A nudge on her shoulder. ] — Alina, wake up you need to see this.

[ His voice isn't urgent, just gently insistent. In clear view just outside the shelter of the twin mesas, Drift's physical body is visible. Standing alert and fixated on something just out of view with the intensity of a gun dog catching sight of waterfowl. ]
Edited 2022-02-05 04:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] naloxone 2022-02-03 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the arrival of the bouldersnakes hadn't been without warning, but by then it there'd been no time to prepare. one second it dawns on them all, the hooting and hollering and thundering like a cold drop of dread in the pit of your stomach — and then the next they're there, and they're everywhere.

marta gets lost in the scuffle. turns out it's hard to run to safety when you've got no idea where safety is. but she's determined not to make a mess of things again, resolved not to repeat the previous bandit attack that left her covered in someone else's blood. of course that's easier said than done, but she likes to think she's made a pretty good job of tucking herself behind all kinds of impromptu shields to stay out of a bouldersnake's way, but she realizes that can only last her for so long.

relief (?) comes in the form of one clara oswald, grabbing for her hand just as marta pops up from behind a haystack a pair of avian-looking bouldersnakes skitters past. ]


Go? [ oh, okay, they're moving— ] Go where?
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[personal profile] attackbrows 2022-02-03 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
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