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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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morethan084: (talkingdown)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-13 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daisy winces at the sound of Andy roughly pulling her weapon of the bouldersnake.

Adjusting her gauntlets, she looks in the direction of where the bandits are.]


Biggest issue is going to be the ones who move fast. Need a figure out a way to take them out.
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[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-13 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daisy spots one of the bandits coming their way, getting ready to swing their weapon at them.]

I'll take care of that.

[Daisy uses her power to first break their hand and once their weapon is dropped shoves them back a few hundred feet. Moving over to where the abandoned sword lay on the ground, Daisy offers it to Raleigh.]

You know how to use one of these?
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[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-13 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Frowning as he stares off ahead of them, Daisy brings her hand around to stroke her fingertips up and down his back in a soothing gesture.]

I'm sorry.

How old were you when that happened?
cheapbastard: (butcher504)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-13 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I got other things I can use once the gun's tapped.

( there's the front of a bayonet tucked into his belt and there's plenty of rocks and shit all around if he needs it. )

I can use my fists if anything else. I've done that before. So, don't go throwing yourself in front of me dramatically to take a bullet or some shit. I can handle it.
cheapbastard: (butcher039)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-13 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
From what I've seen, most everyone's gonna do anything they can to absolve themselves of shit. That's what got my world in so much shit. They rely too much on fuckin' superheroes and the supes take advantage.

( because now they know they're needed and they can ask for more and more and more to save people. )

Same thing with religious figures. Murder someone and say 'oh, I sinned, forgive me' and think that's it.
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[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-13 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daisy watches the shadows lift suddenly into the air, disappearing behind the corner. The screams of pain wasn't what she was expecting, and it shows by the surprised expression on her face.]

...Not exactly what I meant, but that works too.

[Not wasting anytime, Daisy moves around the corner and sees for the first time just how bad it really is. Blood is pouring down their face, and half of them are crumpled on the ground. The others running on adrenaline are blindly trying to attack whatever is within reach.

One of them makes a grab for her and she takes them by the arm, swinging them around to collide in with another of their teammates.]
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[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-13 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, you look very offended.

[Daisy says sarcastically, noticing the way he's struggling not to laugh. She does smile a little in response, more curious this time than surprised.]

Where've you been hiding these?
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[personal profile] unbreachable 2022-02-13 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Damn, girl. Do yo thang. ]

Um, yes, actually.

[ It's a little complicated to go into the 'how' and 'why' Raleigh knows how to use a blade, but long story short: Mako. ]

Thanks. How'd you do that?
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[personal profile] bindsthedead 2022-02-13 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Sounds like some of the nastier entities in an Old Kingdom bestiary.

[Admittedly, as both an Abhorsen and a graduate of a very high-class boarding school, the contrast doesn't strike Sabriel as being particularly jarring. Not when she took fighting arts and magic alongside etiquette.

She takes the hand gratefully, surveying the plants.]


That's... probably a good idea. The last thing we need is to make more work for the medics, they've got their hands full already.
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[personal profile] bindsthedead 2022-02-13 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
If it's what you're born into, if you grow up with it... it just seems normal.

[Like Sabriel with magic and necromancy. When you grew up with such things, they didn't seem strange or frightening. And as they get further out, away from the death, and any sign of human habitation, it's easier to think, and Sabriel starts shaking.]

Besides, the mines were everyone's source of livelihood. To them, that place must have felt like home.

[Up until it had been wiped out. All Sabriel can hope for is that they didn't suffer.]
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[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-13 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm.

it's a soft note of agreement. he tolerates the others well enough, but few have that deep spark of understanding of what it means to wield power and know its limits.

to the offer, he shakes his head.


No, thank you. It has served its purpose.

he is curious — mind alight with how such a thing may be countered. auditory genjutsu is very difficult to stand against, as is any that requires losing a sense to ensure your mind stays its own. he can fight both blind and deaf, but it is not preferred, and knowing there is one on the station who may necessitate the latter will mean additional training to that effect.

Will you describe your 'cultivation' to me?
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[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-13 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
finn may not have meant it as a reprimand, but it does serve as a reminder. itachi's mouth quirks faintly upwards at one corner, and he shakes his head.

I apologize. I did not mean to lecture. I know you are not without experience.

at times, he thinks finn may be the only other person on the ximilia who has anything approaching equivalent history to his own world. they do not quite know enough of each other to definitively say, but he is accustomed to reading into the way others hold themselves, what they say, how they engage with one another. there is nothing quite like coming to know someone in a sparring match or a fight, or by how they choose to address violence.
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[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-13 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
he does not feel death as sabriel does, but there is a moment suspended between heartbeats where something presses its face to the glass of his awareness, there and gone. blue makes a sound like a death knell, and itachi — with a twitch of one wrist — expands the line of black fire into a semi-circle.

Sabriel, carry him towards the saloon. Yzak, you're their vanguard. I will follow. Move.

there is a little of that old anbu captain in the way he says the orders — self-assured and with an expectation that they will be followed. the longer they stay in the open with someone who is vulnerable and indisposed, the greater risk they will all be in. saving blue will have been pointless if it leads to the rest of them being killed.
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[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-13 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
the bouldersnakes close quarters around him and he readies himself for a fight he may not win as he hears jim's voice. he pivots towards it — there may be nothing in his expression to display it, but he is most assuredly irate at having been followed. one survivor is always better than none.

(it reminds him of kakashi, who was so stalwart about leaving no one behind.)

jim's voice came from high up — the second floor? but without having ever been in this building, he can't take unnecessary risks regarding anything he can't immediately feel his way around. he hears a thud to his left as jim's weapon strikes one of their enemies, and assured that direction is safest he steps towards it, finding the fallen bouldersnake with one foot. he hauls the body — dead or unconscious, he does not have time to check — up to use as a shield, angled towards breathing he can hear.

to jim, via their earpiece: give me a video feed of what you see. Running will likely not be an option. he may not be able to see, but the earpieces broadcast in the mind. he can adjust, and this is no time to be prideful.
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[personal profile] aurable 2022-02-13 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ One of those strange lights slashing in the vehicle's cabin is Drift's black box being flicked on. Just at the right moment, the ordinarily self-possessed Darkling lets out what could charitable be called a shout but had veered dangerously into the territory of a squeak.

The tiny, albeit petty victory, was short-lived, however. No sooner had Drift caught the dent in the Darkling's equanimity had the formed grabbed his gear shift in a blind panic. Yanking it into park and painfully grinding the transmission and Drift himself to a stuttering stall that sends him fish-tailing.

Good old 'Borislav' abruptly makes an appearance, suddenly leaning between the front seats from the back. Grabbing the Darkling's shoulders and trying to pry him off from whatever he might have latched onto now. ]


Did you seriously grab my gear shift?! Let go, or you're going to make us crash!
cheapbastard: (butcher114)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-13 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, probably not.

( billy knows he hasn't been here that long but there's so many clashing personalities in this place that no one's really able to become the leader or anything like that. they'd get shot down at every turn. )

Probably for the best. Think people are too on edge to really handle a pep talk.
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-02-13 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Exactly.

[ Jim certainly is too on edge to handle one. And besides all the different personalities, they all come from different backgrounds, different life experiences. It's hard enough to manage those speeches for his crew, and they all share the same goals and beliefs. Here, he's got nothing to truly connect him to anyone on that level.

Anyway, not talking at all seems like the best idea while they're out in the open. The Bouldersnakes aren't a quiet bunch, but Jim would rather not take his chances, and he'll consider it a success if they manage to slip by undetected. ]
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[personal profile] calmness 2022-02-13 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
If it would help at any other time, do not hesitate to let me know [it is a simple thing for him to do, to leave the door open.

the songs of cleansing and clarity are some of the most difficult, but they are ingrained in xichen's mind for both good and horrible reasons. he can at least play the version that will heal for fellow orbers, serve his penance.]


Cultivation is the manipulation of qi, spiritual energy. Cultivators train our golden cores to harness it. [he says after a moment, choosing a simpler explanation than he's given most.] Cultivating with music is just one technique but it can be used in many ways. From powering talismans to communicating with the dead. [it is limitless, if one holds no strong moral ground.]
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[personal profile] ruinously 2022-02-13 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Not today, but I don't you to waste your rations on me. I've still got a few bars left, just trying to save them.

[ He isn't sure how much longer they'll be here -- and he's a little concerned they're all gonna run out and it's gonna be a real nasty Lord of the Flies situation. ]

How you doin', anyway? Haven't seen too much of you.
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[personal profile] majorbiotic 2022-02-14 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
You think maybe they're not organic?

[Yes he can hold this conversation while also making sure to toss around any bandits that try to get close. He's a multi-tasker]
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[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-02-14 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Your demonstration of irate and Newton's demonstration of irate are very different things, Itachi, and we applaud you for that. Looking pleased and relieved, he moves to give Itachi a little room beside him.]

I don't doubt it, dude. Let's get this going.

[They'll have tons of these created in no time. Well, as long as they have the materials. Luckily, there's a few Orbers out there ready to deliver.]
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[personal profile] ruinously 2022-02-14 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ He snorts. ]

Pretty much. Just cause you went in a confessional booth doesn't mean much. Maybe it does in other worlds, not so much in mine.
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[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-02-14 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe not everyone, but someone.

[He bites his lip, looking determined. He looks out from their small line of defense, eyes scanning the horizon a bit helplessly for their crew.]

I'm no good to this team if I can't save one person. That's what my job is, right?

I'm the back-up. I reinforce. I'm a failure if I can't do that.
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[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-02-14 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Fine, fine! You take Selma, I'll take Antonio. We both make out like bandits.

[He plays contentedly, clearly puffed up and confident in himself.

It's always a good day when others notice you're good at something, huh?]


Just a regular ol' beer, ma'am! I'm on medication that prohibits heavy liquor!

Tragic, but I gotta be responsible, or my doctor is gonna knock my head off.
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[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-02-14 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Shamefaced, Newt turns to look at the floor instead. His breathing needs a moment to even out as he runs a hand over his face and over the back of his hair. Try as he might, he can't conjure an image to explain away his quiet panic. There's no boogeyman in mind, no terrible dream where someone had died, or someone had killed him, or any great fear be realized.]

... Y-yeah. Umm. It's fine, I'm fine. I know I'm fine. It just happens sometimes.

[He laughs weakly, looking over to Xichen. He curls his fingers into the thin mat he'd been sleeping on. Despite his attempts, it's hard not to look frazzled.]

Sorry, dude. I woke you up?