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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: (butcher504)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-20 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
( billy takes a slow breath and then peers around the corner. he waits for a second and then tucks away again, glancing at jim. )

One guy.

( so, not terrible odds with the two of them but these things are tough and that one guy is bigger than the others that billy's gone against. )

I'll go out there, get his attention and you hit him with that gun of yours. Even if it doesn't knock his ass down, it should stun him and I can get him down after that.
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[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-20 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, you'd love it if it was a threat.

[He gets a pathetically weak hit to the chest for that.]

See? I'm perfectly threatening. Or I will be once I stop bleeding and trying to use magic.

[Not that the two are connected. But they're both factors contributing to the way she's relaxing up against him, almost asleep with the steady motion of him carrying her as he continues along.]
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[personal profile] ruinously 2022-02-20 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[ He shakes his head, shuffles in his seat a little. ]

Honestly, I'll take demons any day.
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[personal profile] ruinously 2022-02-20 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Nah, just helpin' out.

[ Dean has no such reservations, tearing into the other one and taking an enormous bite. ]

I'm friggin' starving. You know what I want when we get back? Steak. That's what we should ask Viv for. Big ass steak dinner, with potatoes and greens and a huge apple pie for dessert.
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[personal profile] peasant 2022-02-20 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
I'm ...

[ fine. it sticks in her throat, taffy-thick. it isn't the right answer to give. she should be far from fine, surrounded by the rubble of welford's illusion. but her connection to scorpion's bend isn't what she mourns, entrapped by her own selfishness. her grief is reserved for yet another life unlived, abandoning a potential path of what ifs and diverging could have beens at the fork in the road. for lies that daylight inevitably uncovers — for welford, who had found his escape in a pretty story he had told himself.

scorpion's bend is a graveyard of collapsed walls and cobwebbed clutter, but is it truly any different from the little palace in the end? a hush descends on her, fiddling with the edges of yelena's worn blanket.
]

I don't know how I am, if I'm being honest.

[ weary. starved. ashamed. she floats in the churning sea of her emotion, casting her gaze toward a campfire beginning to flicker into dying embers. ]

Guilty, I think. [ that one is too potent to be lost among the ocean of her other feelings. ] We did this. Welford might have gone on happily living this way if we hadn't meddled.

[ but would it have been better? her own experience points to an obvious answer. no. but that hadn't diminished how easy it had been to live in that lie, for a time. ]
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[personal profile] calmness 2022-02-20 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Or cut them down. [if he had his qin, perhaps, but he doesn't now. the flute will do.

he nods at her question, looking around to make sure that no one has snuck up on them or is trying to come in from higher ground.]
I am alright. Though dipping into energy reserves more than I would like.

I have learned that I can slow the pulsefire. [though not for long.]
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[personal profile] calmness 2022-02-20 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Alright. [a soft smile, gentle as always but xichen knows that blue can feel the genuine spark of gratitude that passes through him here.

he lifts his flute to his lips, then lets the music flow. it is a steady song, slow and calming. the song, laced with spiritual energy, is meant to soothe and calm -- to abet any tension, allow a moment of reprieve and rest away from anxieties.

xichen plays it with skill, practiced over may hears.]
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[personal profile] calmness 2022-02-20 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[xicen plans to keep his hand there, gives newt's hand a gentle squeeze once again. tactile as he knows newt to be with others, he assumes that the twitch is surprise him reaching out and the aftermath of nightmares.] The offer always stands.

[at the assessment he nods, offering a sadder smile as he glances at the fire a ways away from them.] Yes. I asked him about pulsefire before he ran off, claiming he thought it was all a dream.

[he shakes his head.] It needed to be done but crushing someone's reality is never pleasant. [he had been desperate to avoid that and his own voice wavers as he speaks.]
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[personal profile] laviny 2022-02-20 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[She huffs. A very serious huff.]

It is not walking anything back if I didn’t say it in the first place. You don’t even know if you like marshmallows.
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[personal profile] chrysology 2022-02-20 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
I mean. Maybe technology wise there might be something like that. Tracking. But I can't really think of anything outside of maybe traps or something, myself.

[At least. Off of the top of his head. Ed trudges along with him through the sand, expression falling as it stays so hot, as he feels it with his particular auto-mail model being equipped for colder climates. Not heat like this.]

Attach them to the clouds? Clouds wouldn't be solid enough for that though?

[At least as far as Ed figures? But maybe it's different back wherever Rosinate is from?]
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[personal profile] calmness 2022-02-20 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
[xichen nods again, it's more similar than he'd considered.

he does not know the man beside him is blinded, so he nods at his words.]
As in it was introduced? [curious, that.] Qi is eternal, but we were not always tapped into the ability to manipulate it.

Even now, only those who are born with or manage to cultivate a golden core are able to manipulate qi to heal or fight.
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[personal profile] oiorpata 2022-02-20 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Would you rather we let the Bouldersnakes kill us all? They're not exactly itching for rock-paper-scissors.

[ hm, he is definitely having a moment internally, even if he doesn't want to talk about it. ]

There are people taking shelter, hiding away. There's helping them too.
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[personal profile] shadysided 2022-02-20 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Fuck that, Peter, curse to your heart's content. Ziggy loves a good curse word. But as she's carried, she seems to relax. Peter's someone she trusts not to throw her down and betray her trust that easily, anyway.]

What ways to help?

I'm barely any use like I am right now. You're all — superheroes, and magicians. Or you're — fucking Transformers. There's no way I can help enough to keep up.
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[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-20 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
I doubt he would care one way or another.

[Grisha lived violent lives, with violent ends. That never changed, the world unwilling to bend to his will. But he would make the whole world listen.]

Is that something you do, in your world? Keep the memories alive with names?
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[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-20 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
We kill him.

[His hands fold together, fingers twisting until the shadows crowd around them to cover their tracks as he leads the way. Barely. One step in front of Daisy, eyes darting back and forth, watching for more Bouldersnakes trying to sneak up on them.

Watching for- the rest of the team.]


That might deter the rest in their fruitless search of this place.
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[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-20 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
[The sneer sneaks on to his face during that, because nothing moved that fast- except this isn't Ravka, and the rules he grew up with no longer apply to most of the situations he finds himself in and second, this- person, clearly didn't know just what he was capable of.

That wasn't an issue.

The second sentence is, though.]


What?

[That was a strangely intimate way of putting what ever the hell this was, and he looks around, eyes narrowed and hands fisting in to the fabric of his own trousers.]

Inside- [The blinking lights, the desert flying past the window, the thrum of something powerful and almost humming underneath him.] Can you feel it?
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[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-20 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Months ago, he had turned away when David placed the antlers around her neck and fused them to her bones. Staring blindly at the black canvas of his own tent as the amplifier had been secured around her throat, a collar to lead her by, the leash fastened to the flesh of his hand and for the first time, he'd felt what it was like to yield the Science of Sunlight.

The heat of her stolen Small Science had crackled across his skin, had stolen his breath away with its beauty and its potential. She would always be his, the slaughter of the stag and the ritual in his tent had guaranteed it.

And she still ran.

Just he sees, superimposed and flickering, an image of her spread out on his bed roll with her hair fanning out like a halo around her flushed face, the small smile she seems to only direct at him after sex, the gentleness of her touch in the moments after. The soft warmness of her embrace, of her hand in his in sleep, the pitter-patter of his own idiotic heartbeat against her back. Before they both remember who and what they are, and he always sees that, looking at her. But there will always be a second image, the golden lights of oil lamps and her face twisted up in pain and fury, the skin around her collarbones splitting and angry-red around the protrusions. Her defiance still proudly on display and spitting from her eyes.

Looking down at her in his arms, the frantic flutter of her pulse at the base of her throat that he can barely make out in the dark, he doesn't know which image he wants more.

Just knows that he wants her, in all ways.]


Then I will make you one.

[Dark eyes blazing with his promise, with the weight of all of his years and his experience with war. With murder and the cruelty of men, as he stops.]

Run, Alina. Hide.

[The place without bandits, as he sets her down gently, hand lingering against her back and shivers rushing down his spine from the breath she blew against his skin.]

Run to the mines if you have to.

[Turning, back to Alina, and his arms outstretched as the shadows stops swirling like mist around them and instead rushes in, a tidal wave of darkness barreling through the night to heed his calling and the Darkling slams his hands together, the thunder of his Small Science rolls around the cloudless sky as the Cut flies through the air. It might not cut through every bandit, but... well, no one could run without legs.

They come out of the darkness, knives and guns blazing, the eerie light of the pulse fire flashing through the shadows that he bathes them in and a bullet zaps past his shoulder to explode against the desert sand.]


Run!
hikae: (173)

[personal profile] hikae 2022-02-20 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Huffs can only be serious, they are the utmost definition of serious!! ]

Ahh, well— [ Majima giggles at the thought, he can see that happening ] Then yer the one that's gonna have the last laugh, and I get sugary demise.
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[personal profile] ruinously 2022-02-20 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's great, he's fine. Totally fine. ]

Yeah, course.

[ He even smiles, see. Absolutely fine. ]

Are you?
cheapbastard: (butcher306)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-20 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I didn't even know you had magic that you could use.

( he says it quietly, without any judgment. he's still a little tense when it comes to people who are...a little out of the ordinary but he doesn't feel anything like that with her. )

You'll have to show me sometime. Unless it's something like pulling a rabbit out of a hat or some shit like that. That's boring.
cheapbastard: (Default)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-20 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I ain't never deal with a demon but I'd take 'em too.

( at least they'd be up front with what they wanted to do to you and how they were gonna fuck your shit up. )

Probably a little more entertaining.
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[personal profile] spacedisaster 2022-02-20 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I felt that way when I was your age too. I was surrounded by pirate aliens, and they all considered me a nuisance. My current team is made entirely of people who either have super strength, some really incredible tech abilities, or superpowers.

[ Peter is just some dude, so to speak. He only had Celestial powers for a few days, and even then, that didn't define it. He can sympathize with her, he knows what it is to be looked down on for being...well, just normal. ]

But you learn new skills as you grow up, Ziggy, it's a process. You survive, and you prove everyone wrong.

[ Peter almost sighs in relief when the school building comes into view. He can see other orbers inside there already, putting around. ]

We need to organize the supplies we have, take care of the people who get injured, and look for clues to find where Welford might be hiding. Maybe you could help with that? They're important too, and a lit less taxing for the body.
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[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-20 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? Because I didn't see you do anything about him.

[Daisy says tersely, eyes focused on the fight happening ahead of them.]
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[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-20 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daisy reaches out for her, grabbing a hold before she can topple over.]

What?

[She asks breathlessly when she mentions trying to use magic. Up until now she's never once heard Clara mention being able to do any sort of magic. Was it the head injury making her say things? Daisy doesn't push the topic for now, as it's more important to get her into the schoolhouse.]

Come on, it's clear.

[Daisy says as she starts walking as fast, yet carefully, as she can towards the schoolhouse.]
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[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-20 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I think he would.

[Of course, Daisy doesn't know him. But the way Aleksander talked about him makes her think he would.]

Some people do, yeah. Some name their babies after family members who are still alive too.

[The house is not surprisingly drafty, and Daisy doesn't hesitate to press herself that much closer to him. Seeking warmth.]

How are you holding up?