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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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cheapbastard: (butcher059)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-14 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a nice place to take a nap.

( but yeah, he doesn't really get the overall point. )

People are gonna do what makes them feel good even if it's fuckin' absolutely nothing at all. It's shitty but you know how hard it is to convince people otherwise?
cheapbastard: (butcher132)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-14 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuckin' shit, man.

( billy's a few steps below him and as soon he starts falling, billy grabs onto the railing and hears it start to creak and shudder.

that's not good. )


This shit is going to come down around us if we're not careful.
cheapbastard: (KU_419)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-14 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Magic meteor then.

( billy rolls his eyes. )

Some kind of shitty magic, then.
business: (pic#15149211)

[personal profile] business 2022-02-14 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( what a wriggly worm this particular bird has caught on this day. still, rhys is an expert flier and moves as the doctor does, keeping their balance in tact despite how he struggles to upset it. he lets the realization of their altitude settle in — probably, a more polite male would tell him not to look down, or worry about a fear in heights. not rhys! in fact, he tends to take a perverse delight in spooking people, the satisfaction of seeing a scared face after shouting boo! in their direction.

of course, the doctor doesn't seem all that bothered by the height. curious if anything, rhys grins down at him — pleased enough that his wings aren't cause for upset. something about the doctor's face, in no shortage with the twist of his words which take on a slightly different meaning from rhys' perspective, makes rhys throw his head back and let out a loud, obnoxious laugh, twisting them around in flight, in a little loopdie loo.
)

My, Doctor. At least buy me dinner first, before you go on saying all that. I'm a lady, you know.

( he may have thought he was commenting on his wings, but actually, there's a dick joke buried in there, somewhere. at least it ended up being a compliment. )

Do you wonder about me often? Careful, my heart might not be able to take the answer.
ruinously: @tweak (2021-10-31 15_28_20-Netflix — Mozilla Fi)

[personal profile] ruinously 2022-02-14 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wow, Ziggy. That's some serious paranoia there. Dean catches that look, and shifts it away from her, so it's not pointed at anyone or anything. ]

Yeah, you and me both.

[ The faster they get off this godforsaken planet, the better. Dean friggin' hates it here, and for as much as he enjoyed the first few weeks where everyone played cowboy, this is terrible. ]

You hungry?

[ There's a lull in the battle, and he's got some granola bars. ]
ruinously: @tweak (dean06)

[personal profile] ruinously 2022-02-14 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure is.

[ Bout as good a use as any, in Dean's opinion. ]

It's impossible. A person can see a friggin' ghost with their own two eyes and tell me I'm the crazy one.
business: (pic#15004865)

[personal profile] business 2022-02-14 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
( he gives one, firm nod of reassurance — in not so many words offering her the title of boss all over again. it's easy to curl his arms around her little body, propping her legs up until he can wrangle his arm beneath both of her knees, standing effortlessly with her in tow, cradled to his chest. in the distance, a dust cloud hints at the arrival of bouldersnakes in their direction, rhys' gaze fierce for all of a second before he turns softer on looking at clara, catlike in pushing his nose affectionately against her temple. )

If it's scary, don't look down. ( inexplicably, a set of massive wings that hadn't been there a moment ago unspool from his back, a mass of inky shadows that solidify and take form. rhys gives clara a squeeze. ) I promise not to let you fall. You'll just have to trust me.

( a massive wingspan stretches out, loud whoosh, whoosh sounds thrumming in the air as rhys beats his wings against the ground, propelling them up and up steadily, slowly. this kind of flight takes the most amount of effort — it's generally preferable to start from a height and dive down, though it isn't an option for them in a speedy get away. dots of sweat dapple his forehead, though he doesn't look strained — the odd scent of orange and rainwater filling the space between them as rhys gets high enough —

and then swooping down, catching an air current before they hit the ground again and setting them off and into the sky, his massive wings propelling them forward. all the while, he keeps clara safely, warmly coddled to his chest, ever careful not to squeeze too tight on his delicate little humans.
)
construing: (travel.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-14 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the way she’s itching to snap a picture right now. ]

In these circumstances, I’m pretty sure “ridiculous” is letting your brain fry.

You look fashion-forward. [ she makes a square with her fingers, viewing him through it. ] Trust me, RuPaul sees you, he would lose his mind.

[ in which direction, though— ]
cheapbastard: (KU_558)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-14 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
People can excuse away anything as long as it makes them feel better.

( ghosts in front of their face? it was just a trick of the light. superheroes that kill people? they would never do that how dare you lie! )

Don't know if it's fear or just plain fuckin' stupidness that makes 'em do that.
firstroar: (ᴡᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-14 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blue's eyes open and lift to look to him, thoughtful and quiet for a beat.]

Would it do you some good, as well?
blackfire: (pic#15232645)

[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-14 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
and so, once upon a midnight dreary, while they toiled weak and weary, little newtrilizers took their shape, to foil those pesky bouldersnakes!

etc etc.

anyway, it was a good time.
coordination: (Looking for sex in my ex's truck)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-14 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, they're some ugly looking fucks, too. And nasty, so I'm lucky I managed to avoid any more than this.

[ He scowls, still pretty mad about that. ]

It's fine, though. Marta gave me a look over - and, I've had worse, too. So I'll be fine.
groupiedrifter: art = ????? (%D)

[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-02-14 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[And then we kissed!!!!!]
blackfire: (pic#15232622)

[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-14 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
gross, newties.

which are like cooties but

newtier.
groupiedrifter: iconmunism @ tumblr (pic#14735648)

[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-02-14 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Stop, or he'll refer to his cooties as newties.]
blackfire: (01712)

[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-14 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
do it, coward
groupiedrifter: iconmunism @ tumblr (pic#14735666)

[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-02-14 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Consider it on my list.]
flickerandfade: (031 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-14 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
There must be something.

[ Megatron is pretty sure there has to be something, anyway. Humans as he understands it require water in order to live and settling someplace without easy access to it would be foolish in the extreme. Then again, humans can be... strange. Not that Cybertronians are much better sometimes. ]

They would be foolish not to settle near water, in my understanding.

[ His engine idles for a moment as he sits on the top of the rise. Maybe it would be easier to see something if he turned into his robotic-mode. But then... eh. It's all the same. ]

I am not well versed in searching for water. It wasn't a strictly necessary component of our survival.
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Re: CW: Violence and blood

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-14 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Megatron watches, staring at the back of the Darkling's head as the gush of alien gore splatters onto the floor and drips down the bandit's front. He watches. He waits. He can remember other moments, mechs trembling in pain and fear and defiant all the same until it became unbearable. He doesn't enjoy it. At one time he might have. Now it's unpleasant. Necessary for their little group of malnourished and struggling survivors to live. He pushes off from the doorway and steps across the room, settling himself at the Darkling's side to peer into the alien's face. ]

If you tell him what he wants to know, this will all be over. No more pain. That's more mercy than you and yours have shown to anyone, I'd wager.

[ The bandit takes a breath as the Darkling releases him to breathe, his eyes still wide with the pain of frayed nerves and shock. Shakes his head, still determined to hold out. For now. ]
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hatejakku: (beauty shot)

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-14 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh. Finn's expression falls into one of surprise. And perhaps a little reprimanded, too. ]

No, no... Your advice, it's- It's important to me. I've got experience but I don't know everything. You know?

But... thank you.

[ For not underestimating him like others seem to have the habit of doing. ]
blackfire: (pic#15365398)

[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-14 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
it has been so long since he's felt fond of anyone that it takes him a moment to identify the little spark of sentiment that smolders amidst the ash of every relationship he's ever had. he isn't quite certain how finn keeps managing to say just the right thing — he skirts the line of feeling like a civilian to itachi, all the while reminding him of the best shinobi he ever knew with his humility and kindness.

he looks at him a moment later, and then his gaze cuts away.


We should return to the battle. The others will need us.
flickerandfade: (039 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-14 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose that's true enough for anyone. If you begin your life surrounded by a certain system and environment, you don't notice the way it seeps into you. Surrounds you. And then when you do notice, what does that mean?

[ Megatron is silent after that for a few moments, the rumble of the engine and soft whirr of the air conditioning the only sound. Then: ]

The mines did feel like home. Awful as they were, at times. Not these, but... when I was first brought online I was a miner. I lived in them and worked in them, constantly.
spacedisaster: (Sideglance)

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2022-02-14 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He is worried about a lot of people here, but the young teens worry him the most, and Ziggy is at the top of that list, right next to Edward. ]

Pot. [ Peter says, pointing at her. And then he points at himself with a; ] Kettle. [ They both look like shit, it's inevitable. But he would like it if he could make her stop feeling that way. ] And excuse you, I always look fabulous. I know how to rock the roguish-look. 

[ Peter tries to get a good look at her eyes as he speaks, checking for a concussion. The pupils look normal, but Ziggy fainting isn't a good sign. ] I'll pick you up and get you somewhere with shade. Can you wrap your arms around my neck?
xwing: so_out_of_ideas | lj (030)

[personal profile] xwing 2022-02-14 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Not even a little bit, [ he admits with familiar good cheer. ] There are some things I miss about Tatooine sometimes, but there's not a lot about it that's worth getting misty-eyed over. Cobb may disagree, though.

[ he pats the frame beneath his body fondly, but he's quiet for a few moments as he considers what it must take to get all the grit out of megatron's joints. ]

Do you have everything you need to clean up after? I mean, I'd assume you use more than just water.
unbreachable: (pic#14380113)

[personal profile] unbreachable 2022-02-14 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Later.

[ He glances around, takes stock of their situation - he doesn't see any bandits currently, so that's one blessing to hold on to. ]

There's others camped out together, away from this mess. That's where I was headed, to check on everyone.