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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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callada: (nothing to see here)

[personal profile] callada 2022-02-19 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Had to ask. Sometimes people find some pretty creative things to do with their powers.

[Rosinante trudges along through the sand for a while before deciding to offer up an example. He's not particularly creative, never has been. Doflamingo is the opposite, as he is in most things.]

My brother has powers related to string. Which doesn't sound like much, but he's worked out ways to attach them to the clouds and swing like he's flying.
callada: (solo soy distractor)

[personal profile] callada 2022-02-19 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Better hope someone's got a good lead, then. Dunno how far he can really get in all that desert, but it's the sort of place a person could vanish and never be found," he grumbles.

Yeah, so he's frustrated with the situation. Can't help it. It's so hard to make progress in these situations and so the best he's left with is to fight on and hope someone else will pick up that orb eventually without them all getting scattered to the wind and sands.
callada: (watchin u)

[personal profile] callada 2022-02-19 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Then don't.

[There's a sharpness to his voice he doesn't normally use with these people, especially those like Erik who he's on good terms with, and he knows it comes from his own frustration that he's been doing so well at covering up.

He shakes his head. Better take a breath and clarify.]


There are things we can do. Like I said, minimize the damage. Find... I dunno, food, shit that's useful here, so we stay alive. We're not going to be much good as a group if we don't help each other out. Nobody here is dead weight, especially not you, because you're probably one of the most competent people I've met.
callada: (Cool Dude TM)

[personal profile] callada 2022-02-19 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Allergies and black lungs. The mine's got to be the only reason there's a town here at all.

[Yeah, yeah, with his chain smoking he's not one to talk, really. But that's his own dumb personal addiction.]

Pulsefire must be a regular enough thing in this world. Leave it to small towns to gather here and there, it's not valuable enough to build a metropolis out of trading it. Wonder what kind of society the rest of this place even is?
callada: (que jugando con tu sugestión)

[personal profile] callada 2022-02-19 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Newt might say he prefers bothering everyone, but Rosinante keeps it in mind, anyway. Something he can offer later, if they make it back to the station without being reduced to piles of ash.

Meanwhile, he listens to Newton carry on talking about what he's doing without paying full attention. Normally he absolutely would, because he likes learning new things and it's always so interesting when someone is so completely engaged in their work and yet able to explain it at the same time. Instead for now it fades into background noise.

Figures move in the space between buildings across the street. He can just make them out through the darkening smoke. There's a flash of light - someone's magic something, maybe? - and suddenly the Bouldersnakes completely shift what they're doing, fanning out so they can focus on the attack without being an easy group of targets. One of them is struck by something and tumbles to the ground bleeding, and Rosinante makes his move then, firing on the downed bandit to keep him down without any of his companions able to hear the second shot, or the third that absolutely ensures the creature won't be getting back up.]


We've got friends across the street.

[A report that would sound awfully casual if it hadn't just followed two gunshots that will have been extremely loud to the two of them on this side of the invisible sound barrier.]
peasant: (Default)

[personal profile] peasant 2022-02-19 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ and he has a shower of blood all over him. alina doesn't continue the trend of pointing out what's obvious to them both. instead, she lifts her ragged sleeve like it's an afterthought, scrubbing at the tacky smear sloping down a cheek. it only cakes the crimson stain further into her cheekbone, a gory rogue to decorate her complexion. still, it serves its purpose — something to distract her as she openly searches the abyssal pool of his eyes.

the problem with wanting is that it makes us weak. the truth of that warning pounds through her, exists in the fragile hope that expands in her chest. aleksander's words carry as much weight as air, and as much certainty as knowing when and where the current will shift — but she wants, so devastatingly, to believe it isn't another sweet-spoken lie. it almost leaves her resolve in ruins, destroying the well-earned doubt she's clung to, to avoid ever again accepting his word as gospel.

perhaps she can set it aside, this once. a heavy breath gusts out of her, unburdening herself — of her reluctance, of responsibility.
]

Okay, [ she says, like hearing her agreement spoken aloud will convince her it's the right choice; then again, what choice does she have at all? leave and endanger their group. stay and endanger countless lives. she can't be the catalyst for yet another town being laid to waste in a scourge of death. ] Okay.

[ — not that there's much allotted time to debate it. his barrier seems to ripple in response to the wound pulsefire has inflicted, ripping an entrance through its structure. her heart leaps into her mouth, a cold shock of fear skittering along her spine as the bandits filter through. their silhouettes are little more than a blip in the darkness, but the crunch of footsteps in the near distance —

it's enough of a warning that they've come too close to finding them. alina's lungs seize around a breath she doesn't take, holding it in her throat. in a quiet whisper she aims near aleksander's ear, an unmarked piece of skin that seems to miraculously escaped bloodstains for now:
] What if there isn't a place that's safe?
cruelyethuman: (Shadows!)

CW: Violence and blood and death

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-19 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
I really- [The words casual and careless, taken by the breeze before they fully leave his mouth as the knife slices through the fatty tissue down the front of the man. The shirt he was wearing, riding in to town, parting to flap around his torso as the skin splits around the sharp blade of a snake's tail.] hate repeating myself.

Why are you here?

[The man's eyes dart from the Darkling's to watch the onlooker, something like hope flashing across his face and it dies when nothing happens. There is no hope of rescue, no escape from the pain.

Eyebrow arched, the Darkling makes the shadow gag slither away for a moment.]


Yes?

[But it's more denial, more lies and the Darkling's hand clench as the shadows swam the bound man. Slither over his lacerated skin, slipping in to his mouth and deeper, filling his lungs until his eyes bulge.]

Useless. I'll find another one, you can stay or come with me.

[Leaving the alien to die in the sandy alleyway, blood still tickling out of to stain the ground as he steps over the weakly struggling man, heading out to find someone more eager to talk.]
cruelyethuman: (Keep talking)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-19 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
"We already are," as he follows, hands moving to call the shadows to cover for them as they sprint to safety. Or, perhaps 'sprinting' was too strong a word, while navigating the treacherously loose sand under their feet and the huge animal that seems to follow right at their heels.

"The hills!" Pointing, he almost trips on the next step, feet tangling in the sand and the waves the creature sends rippling towards them as it seems to swim through the sandy ocean. "Rocks! Get up!"
cruelyethuman: (Shadows!)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-19 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm?

[Tearing his eyes away from watching the darkness beyond Clara, his eyes dart to her face, searching as his brow furrow.]

No. [A slight head-shake] I need to know who's accounted for and who might still be out there.

[Who he might be leaving behind to fend for themselves, more of them are of no consequence but the limited few that he doesn't want to perish on the desert floor might still be making their stand against the Bouldersnakes somewhere in the ruins of this town.]

The schoolhouse might be a good place to coordinate from. If I know who are still missing.
chrysology: (I would never)

[personal profile] chrysology 2022-02-19 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
I had to learn some basics. With my training, Teacher left me and my brother on an Island alone for a month telling us not to use our alchemy.

[Which. Actually, they weren't alone. There was her friend keeping an eye on them, but they hadn't known that. Simply been freaked out he kept showing up and fighting them. But he had to learn some basic survival skills back then.

But really, if he can help out, he may as well. It isn't like he's as useful here in regards to the fighting, in dealing with guns at least. But he can help now, hopefully.]


We'll figure it. Make do if we have to. We just gotta keep an eye out for what supplies are still around.
scarcastically: (We move among the ones)

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-19 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
And yet we're all here.
scarcastically: (my heart don't skip a beat)

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-19 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ his lips twitch at the corners. despite the tone, he knows a pep talk when he hears one. even if he hasn't heard many in his lifetime. ]

Yeah, I know. Guess you're feelin' the burn of it too, huh?
scarcastically: (blow to the teeth)

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-19 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ big jump there. erik grins. ]

I mean.

You could pull off a tactics class. Can't hurt.
scarcastically: (but held the hand of hate)

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-19 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ he shakes his head. ]

Isn't this how we keep people safe? Ain't this who we are?
winscenario: (hundred eighty two.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-02-19 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, well, Itachi can be as irate as he likes. For what little they've interacted so far, he really should've been expected this from Jim. There's no way he'd have just left without him, or left him behind to get maimed or killed.

Even if Jim may not be much of an opponent, he wreaks enough chaos that the group's focus scatters, and they're no longer as focused on attacking Itachi. Downside is, Jim's only human, and the guy he's clinging to is huge and strong, even if the reach of his own arms is limited enough that he doesn't seem to be able to grab him and get him off.

He's struggling a little on what to do next, admittedly, especially now that he's lost his phaser, so Itachi's idea comes just in time for it. Immediately, he sends Itachi a feed of what he's seeing in real time, so Itachi will now realize that Jim isn't on a landing or a second floor, but actually clinging to the neck of the biggest of the Bouldersnakes, barely holding on as the massive alien shakes around wildly, trying to get him off.

You know, a little help would be very much appreciated. ]
winscenario: (hundred sixty eight.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-02-19 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not wasting them, I'm sharing them. We can split one, I don't need much anyway.

[ He's not necessarily used to rationing to this extreme, but he has done it before. Not taking any more argument from Dean, he opens one of his packets, breaking the bar in half and holding one up for Dean to take. He's stubborn enough that it'll just stay there until Dean takes it. ]

Funny how that works during missions, right? [ He smiles a bit. ] Mostly trying to stick to my cover. Not that it seems to have made much of a difference in the end. Since Welford disappeared, I've just been focusing on finding supplies, making sure people stay alive. I'm... fine.

[ There's no time for them to not be fine, anyway. ] You?
spacedisaster: (You know what this means right)

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2022-02-19 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I am scaring the whales.... You're scaring me!

[ But okay, he will stop yelling because some whales are making low and long sounds, and he figures is their way to tell him to shut up.

It's also hard to be mad at Gwen when she looks so happy, riding a giant whale as if she was made for it. Peter shakes his head, flies around a couple of giant beasts, petting their flanks, and finally hoovers by her side. ]


Okay, what is that black...thing? You could have told me you had power, you know.
cheapbastard: (butcher055)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-19 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I know. Think we're all fucked in the head.

( he knocks on the side of said head. )
cheapbastard: (butcher073)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-19 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't think I wanna know.

( while he'd acted like this place wasn't affecting him, seeing so many things turned to dust where they had once been people was...jarring. he shakes his head. )

This place is fuckin' enough, you know. I've seen all that I wanna see.
laviny: (pic#15336563)

[personal profile] laviny 2022-02-19 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I would honestly love to be roasting sausage over a fire and drinking booze right now.

[Those homeless dudes know what’s up. Marshmallows are fun, but they’re all sugar. Sausage has some substance to it. And flavor. Far superior desert poultry.]
hikae: (176)

[personal profile] hikae 2022-02-19 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Sweet! [ Majima claps his hands ] That means more marshmallows left for me!
laviny: (pic#15336571)

[personal profile] laviny 2022-02-19 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[She looks affronted. Truly! So affronted.]

Hey. No. I said right now. There are no marshmallows right now.
cheapbastard: (butcher052)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-19 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
( billy hopes that maybe they don't have to do shit and they can just walk right into the saloon without anyone stopping them. it's probably way too optimistic but whatever, they've been through some shit already.

can't they get a break?

he sighs and starts moving, glancing back at jim to make sure he's still there, that he's doing okay. )


Look like you need about five drinks.
hikae: (01)

[personal profile] hikae 2022-02-19 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Nuh-uh, no walkin' back on that. [ Majima crosses his arms on his chest as he stated with full, real deal seriousness. ]

When we get hands on some goodies, yer keepin' all the sausages.
winscenario: (hundred eleven.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-02-19 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jim's not too hopeful, either. If there are Bouldersnakes at the front preventing people from getting out, then he imagines they must've placed at least one by the backdoor, just in case. They probably don't expect the rest of them to come back anytime soon, what with the fight happening farther away. ]

More than. It'll have to wait, sadly.

[ Even ignoring the fact that there's no alcohol around for them to get their hands on, Jim wouldn't indulge now of all times. Once he's back on the station, though, he's definitely going to grab a bottle or two. ]