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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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aurable: (pic#15258056)

[personal profile] aurable 2022-02-13 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
Leonard...Leonard —

[ Just as Megatron begs him off, does Drift really sees the extent of the damage one stray shot could havoc. The corners of his vision bleed to white as he hovers like the canopy of a weeping willow. Watching Clara and the others scramble just to keep a few arteries from pumping in the wrong direction.

At the mouth of the valley, where they huddled at the end of the backstreet between the wreckage of the inn and general store, the familiar hum of a weapon cut through. Just at the end of the alley as the lone, enterprising Bouldersnake with a pulsefire file drawn and pointed squarely and Clara and the rest.

— Worse yet, he matched him inch for inch.

Drift pressed his hands into the shadow-cooled, and tightly packed dirt under the shadows of the old buildings and roared. With the pivotal motion gained on all fours, Drift launched himself off his heels. One sword was drawn as he wildly threw his free hand out to grab the 'Snake by the throat. Snapping, growling, and corraling the Snake into an abandoned corral Drift threw all his weight into the assault before sinking his teeth into an exposed neck. Ripping out tender flesh before calling back, ]


Finn—! You go south. Get them out of here!
calmness: (and if im being honest ☁︎)

[personal profile] calmness 2022-02-13 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[given what he'd seen, xichen worries about the validity of that but there is no time to argue.

there are still bouldersnakes around. another turns his attention toward xichen and the cultivator has the opportunity to use his sword, striking the bandit at his side before he has the chance to bring down his own blade.

which, perhaps that's a reprieve? if not for another sneaking up behind him he hasn't noticed.]
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[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-02-13 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
[He blows out a breath, glancing over his shoulder. For once in his life, he elects to be quiet - so he talks to Rosinante through the earpiece instead. No way of screwing up then, huh?]

Well, if things go south, make a run for it. I can handle myself.

[As much as he doesn't want to outright say it, he also... doesn't trust Rosinante to have his back. Not when he knows that the guy's gonna do whatever he has to to get back to his world. The memory of watching him sneak away while being towered over and kicked certainly hasn't left him.]

I've got a pulsefire weapon here. A knife, I mean. If you have to, you can use that to fight them if they get in. Not sure that would be very useful against a pulsefire blowtorch or gun, but...
calmness: commissioned; DO NOT USE (LXC 28)

[personal profile] calmness 2022-02-13 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[xichen watches netwon slowly stir and then jolt awake, knows that expression because it is one he has worn from his own nightmares. he has jolted awake enough times here, plenty on the station.

he feels sympathy for the other man.

his hand is still reaching for newt, but he worries that the touch will spook him more if the man does not realize where he is. so he pulls back for now, fingers curling into a fist.]
I am sorry to have woken you but... you were having a nightmare. [he says gently, worried still as he has seen netwon after his nightmares once before.] You are alright. [safe. whoever was there to bother him in his dreams is not here now.]
chrysology: (It's through your)

[personal profile] chrysology 2022-02-13 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
It's hot enough. You are really smoking right now?

[Still, Ed figures he can still smoke while walking, getting out of here. So he wants to get going. Away from these creatures and weird.....well, were they whales? Ed's never seen one, even in the water let alone with the sand, flying. He gives the other a wave to get a move on.]

Yeah. I'm not sure if he is the one, if he really meant for all this.
calmness: (a path before you ☁︎)

[personal profile] calmness 2022-02-13 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
[xichen is thankful for the honesty, despite the fact it is not a pleasant answer. honesty he can work with.

he nods at that assessment.]
I hope for the same. It does not feel like any good can come of our remaining time here.

[hopefully they leave with the orb, so they do not need to return, but sooner rather than later. the emptiness he feels when he attempts to reach out to the other side is strange, unsettling. it is too rare.] Is there anything I can do to ease the strain?

[he is not sure there is, given that even if their energies were compatible, he does not have much of his reserves left to share.]
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calmness: DO NOT USE (regrets above all ☁︎)

[personal profile] calmness 2022-02-13 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
[xichen has a brother who communicates in micro-expressions so that tick of the lip is enough.] Some of the crew hold that worry.

[which is said with a hint of his own amusement. even if it does irk him that his ability to gauge his own limits is put into question, he recognizes it comes from a well-meaning place even if not always welcomed.

he is surprised by the others words, though.]
I have yet to meet anyone who is familiar with anything close to cultivation. [but more importantly, if it's recognized then perhaps the man is in need of its effects.] I can play Clarity once again. [both a statement and an offer.]
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[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-13 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Finn had confidence in Megatron's expertise and the other's skills in remaining calm under pressure. More than that, he had a job to do that didn't allow him to hover or glance back in worry, even when McCoy cried out from being lifted to the tank. They'll handle it. He knew that.

He had the northwest corner of the tank covered when the whine of a pulsefire weapon sounded from behind, forcing adrenaline and no small amount of panic to kick in. But no sooner than he lifted his gun for the kill, Drift-... Well. Ripped the man's throat out. With his teeth.

And Finn thought he was being excessive for choking someone a few hours ago.

It did do one thing, aside from remove that particular threat: Scare the hell out of any Bouldersnakes who just saw that. Many of them began to scatter except for some who were brave, stupid, or just didn't even notice. It still helped, though.

He turned south, quickly picking off two stragglers. ]


I'll clear a path!

[ The 'hurry' is implied, but Finn also figures they're going as fast as they can. Either way, he starts moving, trying to keep what ground they've managed to gain in the chaos somewhat secure. He's just one man but he only has to hold it until they're done. ]
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homeostatic: dnt (ST - 16)

[personal profile] homeostatic 2022-02-13 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
Wasn't tryin'.

( For a second he manages the tiniest smile, brimming with tremulous, exhausted relief.

And then all hell breaks loose.

Drift's roar reignites the powder keg of adrenaline in Leonard's newly-healed veins. The flinch is instinctive, a spasmodic flail that turns into attempting to shove himself in any direction via the bracing angle of Jim's knee, weak as a kitten and getting utterly nowhere for his efforts. )


Lord have mercy--
scarcastically: (and ashes away)

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-13 10:10 am (UTC)(link)
Hard to say.

[ in towns like this, the dust covers up everything too fast to get an accurate read. and it's not really his field of expertise. ]

But long enough for people to either book it or die here.
scarcastically: (don't be a bore)

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-13 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ erik grins under his hood, swiping his chin. ]

Isn't this old hat to you?
scarcastically: (the skies start to fallin')

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-13 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ erik snorts. ]

Doesn't fucking matter. We'll come in like a train, kill and take. It's all we ever fucking do.
scarcastically: (your prey doesn't move)

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-13 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ erik frowns. ]

I don't need a minute.
scarcastically: (who on the front lines)

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-13 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ erik surveys the room, scanning it over. ]

I think this is another dead end.
scarcastically: (we did a tablet of acid today)

how did I lose this tag

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-13 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ erik hums. magic always sounds cool. even though he has a little of it now, he still wished he could live in those worlds. ]

Not sure where on the scale that lands. I don't do much with AI anyway. Easy enough to do, but it leaves traces on the things you do.
scarcastically: (are you a accident?)

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-13 10:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ he has the grace to look somewhat sheepish at positing such an idea. ]

I guess not. It . . . feels weird to accept, after all this time.
whitestonelives: (my head and they won't go)

[personal profile] whitestonelives 2022-02-13 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
He's far behind Viveca, that's certain enough. I've never seen an automaton so advanced as her.

[When they get back on the ship, he ought to ask her more questions about how she works, take notes so he and Tary can pore over them and figure out how to make AI of their own. It shouldn't be too hard, even if their level of technology is further behind than most.]

Traces? What sort of traces?
whitestonelives: (and i think oh; i don't wanna)

[personal profile] whitestonelives 2022-02-13 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
You're welcome.

[Percy gestures to his mask, which looks like a very fancy version of the sort of mask a plague doctor would wear.]

This serves well enough. Besides, I've been in places much hotter than this. [The Fire Plane is exactly as hot as you'd expect it to be. Granted, Percy didn't stay there very long, either, and he didn't need to hunt down animals for food. But still.] Anyway, it'll be more useful with you for the moment. None of these animals are sentient enough to cast spells. Do be careful with it, though, I died to get it.

[Is he joking??]
construing: (listen.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-13 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ gwen salutes him. ]

I’ve died enough times. Not looking to be another statistic.

[ when you’re joking except it’s true.

the suns are absolute scorchers, and she deeply regrets heading further away from town. but gwen’s gamble pays off when she feels a thrum through her awareness. she immediately looks up.
]

We’ve got company.

[ vulture #1 has started to circle. vultures number 2 and 3 lift off a weird rock in the distance. gwen sighs in relief.

she desperately needs to get out here.
]
cheapbastard: (butcher504)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-13 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Any theories on what might have taken them out?

( he dusts his hands off and then shakes them because the thought of touching dead people's stuff is kind of gross. never mind that he's killed people and touched dead people, it's still gross. )

Meteor like the fuckin' dinosaurs?
cheapbastard: (butcher142)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-13 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Right, no one should panic.

( yeah, he can understand that. even if all he wants to do is release his anger and rage against these fuckers, even billy recognizes that a bunch of people panicking would be bad. they could hurt themselves, hurt each other. )

Gonna give them a big hero pep talk?
spacedisaster: (Did I leave the stove on...?)

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2022-02-13 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peter is unaware of Kaneki's internal turmoil, chalking his alarmed reaction to the fact that the mission had been a shitshow and that they're desperately trying to survive. At this point, Peter cares less about finding the orb and more about keeping everyone alive and managing to get back to the station before it's too late.

He spots the strange being on Kaneki's face and eye, blinking in surprise, but not moving away. That can't be anything good. He's seen all kinds of strange alien diseases in the past and knows that acting quickly is often key. They can't waste time if Kaneki caught something or if it's the orb that's causing it, as it was on the very first mission.Peter shakes his head, refusing to leave, and holds one of Kaneki's hands. ]


No, no. I should take you to one of the doctors, or maybe a healer. You don't look well, Kaneki.
spacedisaster: (I have the sads :c)

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2022-02-13 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The blush is cute, but Peter doesn't point it out. There is no need to feel embarrassed, they are friends and they need to keep themselves warm. ]

And how often do you do that? You can talk about it, I won't judge. We have a lot of things in our minds lately.

[ Deflecting doesn't work on someone who always uses that same technique. Peter is going to keep prodding. ]

I constantly sleep like shit. That if I manage to sleep at all. [ Having Gamora around had helped with the nightmares, but didn't make them go away completely. Now he's back to square one on the scale of traumatic bad dreams. ]
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[personal profile] ruinously 2022-02-13 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He looks down at his flamethrower, hefts it in his grip once he's sure she's steady(ish) on her feet. ]

Yeah. Seemed the best way to go about it. I didn't wanna waste all my bullets.

You okay? [ ...he corrects himself, because no one's fucking okay; ]

Are you hurt?
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[personal profile] ruinously 2022-02-13 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
There's gotta be a reason they keep doing it, right? We must be like steak or something to them.

[ gross, but the number of time he's nearly been made into a stew is a little concerning. ]

Tell me about it. God - the big one, I guess - is absent as hell. He's got his angels and shit running around, but I don't think any damn one of them has actually seen or talked to him. They're just...doing whatever the hell the want I guess.