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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.

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oiorpata: (05)

[personal profile] oiorpata 2022-02-24 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Basics is better than nothing. And a lot of people here have that nothing. [ she's not saying it to be disparaging of other orbers - it is a fact that not everyone here has the ability to hunt and cook their own food, even for survival. ]

This is nothing. [ for her, at least. there are animals to eat, fires to be built, even old buildings to sleep in if need be. ] What about animals furs? Could you turn those into blankets?
bossily: (clara591)

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-24 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, that makes her stop and just stare.]

Are you asking me if I've ever told him my feelings for him?

[Or is he really thinking she'll take the time to ask the Doctor how he feels about her constant protection? Even considering doing that makes her take pause and wonder how a conversation like that would go.

He'd insist she shouldn't, and she'd tell him to shut up. They may even fight.

No, it's best that she just keep on doing what she always does.
]
lateness: (112)

[personal profile] lateness 2022-02-24 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Doctor nods, remaining silent for a moment longer to contemplate what Xichen's just shared with him, something held close to his chest, he can tell. These aren't thoughts so easily shared; pain like this can often find words when drawn through similar experiences, and the Doctor respects that.

Of course, for now he doesn't think to share his own, though it's in his eyes if Xichen looks in the Doctor's direction. The deep, age-old pain that still bruises his hearts; he has never dedicated any time to mourn the loss of his people, of his home either. It makes him see Welford Branson and think it's a little bit like looking into a mirror. Everyone copes with their grief in their own way — the Doctor just happens to do it by way of constantly running to new planets and to new people. ]


And yet — this lie he'd created for himself isn't much of a life either. It was an illusion, and it would waste him away eventually. [ Not even physically, he isn't sure what magic sustains this illusion or his physical form, but mentally. Who knows how many more years before the old man finally lost his mind to this delusion? ] Tempting though it may be to deny that any tragedy had ever happened to him, the fact of the matter is that it did happen.

[ He takes a breath. ]

I'm sorry about your home, Xichen. And I'm sorry for the people you've lost. It isn't something I would wish on anyone, not Welford, not you, not anyone on this team.
lateness: (210)

[personal profile] lateness 2022-02-24 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
No, and you shouldn't. It wasn't me. In that moment, I was unrecognizable. I wasn't me.

[ It hadn't hit him until he'd learned that the people of the Gamma Forests equated his name with 'Great Warrior', something he never, never wanted 'the Doctor' to be. It wasn't supposed to be him.

He lets out a breath, his voice hardening with the memory. ]


But they hurt my friends. They took her, you know, they took the daughter of my friends and they tried to turn her into a weapon. All because of me, in fear of me. That's how the old story goes, anyway.

[ And while things have changed since then, the Doctor promising to save Amy and Rory's daughter, in the end he'd still inadvertently hurt them. He'd hurt Amy so badly. He'd taken her one chance at motherhood away, and he hadn't even known it until it was too late.

My friend, you have never risen higher, he remembers Vastra shouting in his direction. There was pride in her voice, but it pricked at something within him, the anticipation of his darkest hour. ]


The thing is — you see, the thing is, if that's true, it was my fault. I hurt them. I hurt her.
scarcastically: (murdered the murderers there)

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-24 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ erik whistles lowly. ]

Lessons learned, I guess. If we can call this one of those.
scarcastically: (to fuck me up again)

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-02-24 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
What do you mean?
bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-24 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
[She thinks back to his dream she had been in, about the companions he had lost. She wonders if this is related to that. He's never mentioned his past companions or friends before, and especially hasn't mentioned their child. But he's so protective of children she can't imagine him not being involved, if a child is in danger.

His story is enough information that he has her undivided attention. He usually isn't this open with his past. There's still a strong element of vagueness to his attempt to explain, where Clara tries to fill in the blanks without pressing. She wants to know more about him. Wants to know absolutely everything. But she knows she can't press the Doctor. He's likely to turn back in on himself and push her away.
]

You would do whatever it took in order to protect me, wouldn't you?

[So she tries to rationalize his story with the fact he seems to hate himself for doing it. Protecting someone you care for always has a cost. Is this situation one where the cost was finally to high?

She can't help but make the connection between this and all the weapons she's been attempting to use recently. It makes her far more reluctant to engage in actual combat. To see his regret like this, to know the impact harming others has made on him. It's all far more real to her now than it was even moments ago.
]
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[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-24 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
I know that every one talks. Eventually.

[Even as he walks away, the words carried on the wind back to Megatron and the dying man gagging of a mouthful of shadows on the cold sand of Scorpion's Bend.]

But there's not time for delicate work and the next one might find himself more inclined to open his mouth, standing in the blood of his friend.

[Heading back in to the fray, sneaking along the borders of the fights until he finds another one. Another man who shoots too late, who obeys too quickly, the tremor in the limbs increasing as the darkness catches up to him to drag him away.

The heavy blanket of writhing shadows swallows the man before he can even scream and the Darkling comes back, the man dragged behind him, tied in ropes and already bleeding.]
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[personal profile] chrysology 2022-02-24 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Reverse? Oh, right. I gotcha. That could be handy too. Just -- there's so many of us, so much we might be able to learn from each other but we only get so long in between missions.

[So it is hard. To really try get much done, especially when there were usually at least some of the team still recovering, still injured or the like at the end of the mission at least initially. He just isn't sure how it would work, how well they could really plan.]
cheapbastard: (butcher062)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-24 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Too many knocks on the head. Makes a man a little out of sorts.

( he shrugs. )
cheapbastard: (butcher064)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-24 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Bit of everything, really. Man about town, man of the people.

( he tried to fuck up superheroes, really. )

I used to be in the military but I left that shit behind.
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[personal profile] naloxone 2022-02-24 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ don't worry, marta's already been girding her loins — so to speak — about a possible Risky Maneuver ever since she resigned herself to following along. once upon a time clara had seemed to her a perfectly sensible woman; not that she isn't normally, of course, but after coming to find miss oswald spends a good chunk of her time consorting with the doctors, marta has come to adjust her view on the woman from predictable to very, very unpredictable.

clara would be pleased, probably. ]


After you, [ marta sighs begrudgingly, after casting a daunting look towards the aforementioned fighting. they'll probably be fine. if they keep their heads down.

probably. ]
flickerandfade: (031 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-24 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Energon is our primary fuel source. We also need to ingest some mineral supplements, coolant, and other necessaries, though most of the time we can go without all but fuel.

[ The tank rumbles, as if frustrated by the barren stretch of badland laid out before the pair of them. ]

As always I am amazed that such fragile creatures chose to live in such inhospitable places.
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[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-24 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
At least on the Lost LIght I had things to do to contribute to the running of the ship. Here it's... very much sitting and waiting.

[ Megatron turns his head a little, surveying the edge of town. ]

They'll be back.
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[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-24 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
No. I am asking what I said.

his tone is a bit curt. listen to the actual words he says, clara, gosh.
bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-24 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[That tone used toward her earns an eyebrow arch and a sharp look. And she almost doesn't answer. In fact, she almost gives him a nudge that's meant to topple him over. But then she realizes she's smaller and physically weaker, and it would get her nowhere.]

No. [She says after a long pause.] Why would I?
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[personal profile] spacedisaster 2022-02-24 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Tell me more about it once we get inside. [ It's bothering Finn, clearly, and Peter wants to see if he can help. ] It's okay, it was a bit one-sided. I'm used to people screaming at me, anyway.

[ Now, Peter, that isn't something to be casual about. But it's not a lie, so he's come to accept it. He gives Finn a fond look at the man's reticence to move, and he wraps his arm around his waist again as they move inside. ]

That's what friends are for, isn't it? [ And inside they go, trying to find a room that is not absolutely covered in dust or freezing cold. A challenge all on itself. But some orbers had cleaned a few rooms while Peter had been hunting, and for that, he's immensely grateful. He leads Finn to a nearby cot so they can resume their previous positions. Peter snickers at Finn, asking casually. ]

Top or bottom? 

[ Meaning, if Finn wants to be lying on top of him like before, or the other way around. He doesn't clarify, waiting for a reaction. ]
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[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-24 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
try itTM. itachi does not respond immediately, instead focused on the crackle of the fire. like kisame finding solace in the rain, so too does he in the proximity of his own element.

but he still has dreams where konoha burns down to ash, and he is left in that awful aftermath.

eventually —


I am beginning to understand something of myself. There is someone I wish to speak to, to ask... if they truly would have wanted my protection at all, when it came at the cost it did.

he will never regret having saved sasuke. enduring his hatred is the least difficult of all the things in his life, because it was worth it in the end to hear shikamaru say that he survived. yet... sometimes, the fact that he had not trusted his brother, had not tried to ask him what he would rather do... it does wear at him. he became so accustomed to making decisions on his own, it did not occur to him then how young he truly was.
bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-24 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Quite honestly, Clara's worried about his running. It's not what she would do, but she's able to understand that his entire world has been shattered and he's likely afraid and alone.]

Then we'll have to try our best to convince him that he can trust us. Even if we don't get the orb, the least we can do is listen to him and try to help him.

[She thinks back to her conversation with Rosinante, about the cost of these missions. About the worlds they leave behind. She can only hope that they're able to make a true difference here.]

We have a real chance to be able to save him, Alina. We have to keep trying to find him.
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-02-24 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a small relief to see Dean eating. Jim just doesn't want anyone passing out from starvation, which at the moment is a definite possibility, so even if they're all hungry to different degrees, half a bar is still something. Enough to keep going for the time being. ]

Ah. Yeah, think I heard about weird rooms like that.

[ Well, not that Jim didn't find weird rooms of his own, but nothing that produced some wild amounts of food or anything like that.

He gives Dean an assessing look, then asks, curious more than anything. ]
Army?
winscenario: (hundred sixty eight.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-02-24 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Honestly, right now Jim is very inclined to agree with Billy. Considering what they've done to this town and to their own group so far, they are being very nice. Hopefully it won't come back to bite them in the ass, because Jim would never forgive himself for it.

With the guy safely shoved out of sight and tied up, he nods and leads the way back to the saloon, closing the door behind them once they're both inside. ]


You've got some injuries, [ He points out, gesturing to Billy's forehead. He probably has others, Jim figures. ] Mind if I patch you up?
bossily: (clara596)

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-24 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
The second option.

[Which is a small, pathetic admission. She knows. But if there's anyone here that gets her desperation to try and be useful among the people with powers and super abilities, it's him. She doesn't shy away from the truth with him.]

I didn't know it was something I could learn until I was presented with the opportunity.
callada: (I bet Doffy uses mascara)

[personal profile] callada 2022-02-25 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Hoping this doesn't become a common thing we have to worry about, everything being fake and disappearing around us.

[But that just means the next orb will do something else they can't have predicted ahead of time. Irritating, but he would never have done well at his job if he was inflexible and unable to improvise. Live and learn is right.]

More food, next time. More supplies for everyone. We'll figure it out.
oiorpata: (120)

[personal profile] oiorpata 2022-02-25 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
They're a little bland, but it's not the worst I've ever had. It's harder to cook them out here properly, I'll give you that.

[ she pauses. ] Don't worry, I've seen the complaints too.
lateness: (113)

[personal profile] lateness 2022-02-25 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[ There's no hesitation in his voice, no pause or rumination. He thinks about it a lot, the cost of keeping his friends when he lives so reckless and dangerous a life. Each of his lives has seen heartache and loss, some more than others. And there are always other ways of hurting someone than losing them to violence or battle, and the Doctor knows more than most just what it's like.

He takes a breath and looks to Clara, his mouth twisting into a small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. A little like he's trying to push the dark thoughts aside and leave the memories where they belong: in the past. Always running, that's the Doctor; always trying to find something else to look forward to because he leaves so much behind.

He understands the old man of this town more than he'd like to admit, and while he might not choose to wrap himself in an illusion to deny the losses he'd experienced, running away isn't exactly a healthy option either.

But what else is a madman with a box supposed to do, eh?

He lifts his free hand to graze Clara's cheek. ]


There's nothing I wouldn't do to protect you, Clara Oswald. But I don't know if that makes me a good man or a selfish one.