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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: (butcher305)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-22 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that's...a good idea.

( he pats his pockets and then glances over at jim, frowning. )

You got any rope? String? I can use my boot laces if we need to. Just checking before I go unlacing the shit.
flickerandfade: (022 » Holoform)

Re: CW: Violence and blood and death

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-22 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Megatron stirs himself from besides the door as the Darkling moves to leave. The alien had died and Megatron had watched, detached and unbothered. ]

I can't. It's taking enough of my focus just to manifest my holoform here.

[ He tilts his head. ]

Do you really think any of them will tell you what you want to know?
cheapbastard: (butcher070)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-22 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Doesn't surprise me.

( fuck people being scared of demons and ghosts and shit. actual people were the scariest motherfuckers out there. )

Glad he got out, though. Let's hope we don't have any missions like that shit here. I don't feel like dealing with wackjobs like that.
ruinously: @tweak (Default)

[personal profile] ruinously 2022-02-22 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)

God, don't jinx us. I can't take that shit after all this.

[ he's tired, man. real tired. ]

cheapbastard: (KU_566)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-22 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Right, right, my fault. My fault.

( he pats his chest and looks up at the sky like that's gonna do shit. )

I take it back and all that shit. Give us a break. I need some fuckin' sleep.
ruinously: @tweak (Default)

[personal profile] ruinously 2022-02-22 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)

[ you take that shit back right now dammit ]

Yeah, so do I. You crashing in here somewhere?

cruelyethuman: (pic#15026688)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-22 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Really?

[Despite the late hour and the cold sneaking in from the dark outside, despite the miserable situation they find themselves in - again, he smiles, facing brushing against Daisy's hair for a second.]

Your home has strange customs. Celebrating vegetables and trees, and now naming babies after family. The only ones who do things like that in Ravka, are the royals. The tsar was named for his grandfather, and he named his son after some relative or other.
cruelyethuman: (Shadows!)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-22 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
True.

[Too many came down from the station with only the most rudimentary ideas about fighting, and this sort of fighting - in the back alleys and faced with superior weapons, was not simple.

It wasn't a barroom brawl or something to walk away from, not with the town coming down around their ears, not with the bandits shying away from nothing to get answers. But he would find answers of his own.]


They can be protected somewhere the Bouldersnakes won't look. The mines, or one of the buildings far from the center of town.

[Mind already spinning away in plans, how to set up barriers to keep the bandits from overrunning them, even as the rest of him is planning how to chase them out of town completely. Or kill them all.]

The only way to know which one it is, is to kill him.
cruelyethuman: (My my)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-22 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[The urge to stick his hand out to feel the glossy metal against the palm of his hand vanishes like smoke, thick and acrid and all gone now as he listens. The rumble of an engine, the likes he can't even comprehend, and the tires eating up the distance and the dirt outside of the windows.]

Age doesn't equal wisdom.

[A snide remark, as he's still too distracted by the surroundings to pay much attention.]

This is faster than any horse I've ever been on...

[The world is almost a blur of motion as he looks out, feet braced against the foot well-] Where is your brain right now?
cruelyethuman: (Shadows!)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-22 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
That should be our priority.

[As he scans the deserted street, eyes never staying in one place for long, darting from corner to corner and the shadows swirl and froth around their feet.]

Alina is- safe. I haven't seen the doctor since before this all started. He might have been at the clinic.

[The man who had figured out the fact that they had all been starving, who had managed to give them a fighting chance.]

Lead the way, and I will follow.
cheapbastard: (butcher064)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-22 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. It's pretty quiet and not many people stumble in and bother me. Plus, plenty of shit to burn to keep warm.

( he will absolutely take a church apart to stay warm. )

You're welcome to stay if you want. There's space.
groupiedrifter: mr.bingley @ hollow-art (pic#14771058)

[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-02-22 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Newt runs a hand across his forehead, glancing back nervously.

Regardless of everything he's seen in the last few months, he flinches at the sounds of the nearby gunfire.]


... I'm not going anywhere.

[It's an unspoken thing: you can get outta here if you want, or you can stay and cover. He's not exactly gonna blame him for a choice Newt's putting in his lap; sometimes you gotta get the hell out of dodge and protect yourself. This might just be one of those times.

Newt can't leave, though.

He's not gonna be any good to anyone if he abandons this now.]
spacedisaster: (Charmer)

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2022-02-22 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, gotcha. [ He had to ask, just to be sure. Peter did know about the red room and all the atrocities Yelena and other women had to go through, he had seen it first hand during a mission where they shared memories and dreams.

The way Venom forms the white mask around Gwen's face it's nothing like Peter Parker's suit, but it reminds Peter of his own helmet. ]


That's nifty. The lenses of my helmet don't change size, yours are more expressive.[ Peter is already smiling by the time she finished announcing her superhero name, and then jumps around with a grace Peter can only admire. ] How very cinematic.

[ Peter, in turn, flies around and then lets himself glide down the whale's back and tail, like some sort of slide. When he's launched into the air again, his jetpack helps him maneuver around with ease. ]

Woohoooo!
morethan084: (sadsmile)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-22 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daisy laughs, because when he puts it that way it does sound pretty weird.]

Says the guy that comes from a world where fictional books aren't a thing.

[If he's mentioned the tsar before, Daisy doesn't remember.]

Tsar? Whose that?
scarcastically: (then went to hell)

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-23 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ erik cocks an eyebrow. ]

And are you?
callada: (Cool Dude TM)

[personal profile] callada 2022-02-23 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Is that optimism he hears? He's actually not totally convinced that it won't be long, but he doesn't say anything. He appreciates the effort, he's not going to pick on Erik for it.]

I can't stop thinking about what I'll make when I get back. I'm not usually that food-driven. Guess that's what happens when I'm outta cigarettes, though.

[Ah, to just sit back, have a smoke and a coffee in the sunlight room. Or a bowl of soup and a good book.

Okay, no, this is distracting. Anyway, the next building he shoves his way into once the door finally gives on its rusty hinges looks like an old butcher shop. The meat is long gone, the knives rusted - but those can be fixed, and the sack of salt he spots behind the counter would actually go a long way toward improving that miserable snake stew.]
callada: (dress best in boldly-striped sweaters)

[personal profile] callada 2022-02-23 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Won't argue with you there. That's why we'd better all pull as much weight as we can. Hope that counteracts the bad luck when it comes.

[Because yes, some day it will. He doesn't really believe in any strict balance of luck or anything like karma, but he knows probability well enough.]
callada: (paranoia? no they're actually after me)

[personal profile] callada 2022-02-23 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
I know. And I'm not trying to rush you.

[Mostly because he's pretty sure that's not a thing he can do. It's an update, not an alarm. He's staying put for now too, and doesn't have any intent to bail. If he does, it'll only be because things are truly dire - and he might have to tear Newton away from his work if that's the case, because he'd rather the guy survives than dies with his project.

Fortunately he'd guessed well. Shooting at someone right after they'd been hit by someone else kept their own location hidden, and he takes a moment to reload while watching the fight outside.]


Gotta ask, though, how long do you think you need? An hour? Five?
oiorpata: (107)

[personal profile] oiorpata 2022-02-23 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
"More than I am for myself." Despite the words themselves, Andy doesn't sound particularly flirty about it - it's entirely matter of fact in tone.

She tilts her head, listening, getting the sense there's another few Bouldersnakes encroaching. "I'll be fine. I'm kind of good at this stuff. There's more on the way. I'm trying to conserve bullets, so don't be too alarmed when I get in close."

Maybe a warning will help mitigate Zari's stress?
Edited (tfw when you use the entirely wrong word) 2022-02-23 04:26 (UTC)
chrysology: (For a place)

[personal profile] chrysology 2022-02-23 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe with the simulation room? We could try set up some training or something there for whoever might be keen. Once we are back at the station. What do you think?

[Tracking he knows at least some bare basics but he did somehow manage to survive that month. It's enough. Probably others are even more experienced. Have more expertise with this sort of thing even than Edward. Together, they could try and help each other. Teach each other various skills they might need for the missions.]
peasant: (alina-sab-00135)

[personal profile] peasant 2022-02-23 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
I don't take up that much space. [ lies. ] You make me sound like a bedhog. [ truth.

more than once, she's woken to the soothing rhythm of aleksander's breathing — the calm waves his chest creates, a constant pattern of rise and falls that seems to rock her back to sleep when she's sprawled atop his chest. but admitting he knows her so well, so intimately, means confronting that he now has that knowledge. that she had conceded it willingly, a little breadcrumb trail that leads to alina starkov's well-kept secrets.

— or what should have been her well-kept secrets from him. it doesn't feel fair to have given even a speck of herself away when she's worked so tirelessly to avoid sharing what she can't strip out of his hands. a secret once uncovered cannot be unlearned. a confession given cannot be unspoken. and now, he'll always have memories of her at her softest, her most open. vulnerable, unguarded.

imperious, she sniffs, nose childishly crinkling.
]

Should we discuss how I've woken up to your drool in my hair?

[ hardly. but deflecting from herself with an exaggeration is fair play, latching onto it as she slides off the edge of the rickety table. once she's steady on her feet, she thrusts one of the worn blankets out toward him — two, for good measure. the rest find their way sorted into a rumpled pile as alina shuffles them onto a chair arm. ]
scarcastically: (i'll live by my own law)

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-23 09:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ optimism? maybe. or maybe it feel like a pattern, descended upon their bones. it's close to a year now. erik's been counting it down. each month is a borrowed lease on life. ]

No cigs? You didn't get any in the drop?

Just ask Viv. Our robot overlords can probably fix you up.
winscenario: (hundred twenty.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-02-23 11:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jim looks around as soon as they agree on tying him up, holding a hand up before Billy unlaces his boot. ]

Hold on—

[ He finds some broken leftovers of barrels in a corner, and kicking around the sand, digs up what's left of the ropes that were around those barrels. He find one that's more or less intact and brings it back, so he can tie up the bandit, making sure to get some around his mouth too so he can't call out for help. ]

Help me shove him into the next building over. I don't want to leave him out like this.
cheapbastard: (butcher150)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-23 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

( billy really doesn't wanna fuckin' die on any of these missions but if he does, it better be a fuckin' fantastic death. )

Guess I do gotta build up some karma again. I had some going back home but pretty sure that's been wasted while I've been here.
cheapbastard: (butcher073)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-23 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuck no.

( easy answer. )

Haven't been for awhile.