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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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bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-25 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Her smile is warm, even with the sadness that's present. As her cheek leans into his touch, there's nothing but affection in her eyes. She knows from experience that he'd do anything to protect her. And she hadn't asked him just to hear him say it. She's hoping he'll at least hate himself a little less because he did what he had to in battle to protect.

She'll always prefer him to be the Doctor. But she won't love him any less when he isn't able to be.
]

Why can't it be both? There's nothing wrong with being a little selfish sometimes.

[She's a prime example of that, selfishly cuddled up at his side under the pretense of warmth. It's her that's selfishly brought up violent topics, and it's Clara that selfishly seeks to make him feel better about a truth that she's pulled out of him.

Because at the end of the day, she knows that he would do whatever was needed to protect his friends. To keep his traveling companions safe. But then again, they feel like they may be more than that now. More than just associates, friends who travel across the stars together. She can't voice that though, and she knows it. But it's evident in the way she looks at him, and the way she turns her head to press a soft kiss to his palm as his hand drops away.
]

I think you try to be a good man, Doctor. And that's what matters.
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[personal profile] callada 2022-02-25 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
I know. But we can space things out. Tracking first, urban inconspicuousness later. Takes time to understand it and practice it anyway.

[They have a pretty good track record of not losing people, so while there's always that inherent risk that putting something off might be dangerous, it's not the worst thing in the world.]

Gives me time to prepare a simulation room plan. Anyway, I think your idea will be more popular. Probably more generally useful.
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[personal profile] callada 2022-02-25 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[That's a little more than he'd gotten before, so he'll count it as a small victory. Billy is like him - reluctant to talk about himself. That's obvious. And like him, he'd guess it's the result of some serious difficulties trusting people.

He nods along as he heads toward the stairs again. Not much left up here to poke around in, and he's ready to keep searching elsewhere, though he'll wait to see if Billy is going to follow along.]


It's not an easy life. I know I've heard from others here who started in the military and decided it wasn't going to work for them, for one reason or another. You ever have to see much combat, while you were in?
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[personal profile] lateness 2022-02-25 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Doctor doesn't argue, doesn't try to tell her that there's everything wrong with being a 'little selfish' sometimes. That it's being selfish that can and does lead to people getting hurt, to them thinking they owe the Doctor something, that he can go on taking people into his TARDIS and endanger them through numerous risky endeavours because he's a bored, old creature and he gets desperately lonely sometimes.

That sometimes the only thing that keeps him from becoming something un-Doctor-like is the company he keeps, and it isn't right for him to take them away from their own human-y lives, but it hardly ever stops him, does it?

(In fact, he's being very selfish right now, isn't he, taking Clara's attention up and harbouring it for his own because he doesn't want to share it with anyone else.)

But though he might be selfish, he wouldn't hesitate to show them the very best things that the universe has to offer, to surprise and delight them with the wonders of the stars and planets, and to protect them at the cost of his own life if necessary. Yes. He does try. And he'll try until his very last breath. ]


Yes. [ He nods, meeting Clara's eyes for a moment more before he turns his head to look back at the wasteland that surrounds them. ] Yes, maybe it does. Maybe that's all it takes.

[ He isn't sure he believes it, but for now ... perhaps it'll do. ]
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[personal profile] laviny 2022-02-25 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[She considers that for a moment.]

Okay, that is a good point. I will give it to you. You can be famous for being defeated by marshmallows and I will have sausages.
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[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-25 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[The word barely is murmured, sounding more like a breathy exhale than anything. Her heart aches for the fact he had to live through that. But beyond feeling empathy for him, she feels sympathy for the innocent people who had lost their lives. Hundreds of them, including children.

Her eyes brim with tears at the thought of innocent children being killed.
]

When someone willingly kills a child, they're beyond saving.

[So it stands to reason with her that someone like he's describing likely would've found a way to kill, even without being given power. But that's not what he needs to hear right now.]

But the missions we go on, they must be able to help you find ways to atone for what happened.
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[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-25 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Clara smiles as she wraps the blanket around the both of them.]

Someone told me that I can't keep working hard to take care of everyone if I'm barely able to stand. So I'm imparting that wisdom on to you.

[There's a soft laugh as she says it, clearly not putting much value into the words. She doesn't expect Clarke to either. Even though she knows they're true. But they're the type of people who are willing to pass out from exhaustion before they stop doing what needs to be done.]

When's the last time you slept?
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[personal profile] chrysology 2022-02-25 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe we should try change that, teach each other stuff. Back at the station in between missions, as best we can anyway.

[Ed already is involved in one hobby. One side job as it were, in having a project working with some of the others to make copies of that amulet to try protect those that can't fight. But he could do more. Maybe.]

Animal furs? Probably. Might have to kinda prepare it a little first, but. I mean. People make rugs and blankets and coats and stuff from animal furs. So. Yeah.

[Basically just ensuring it is clean and all, mostly. Or as clean as can be expected. He's not actually done it before, but it can't be all that different from working with fabrics to transmute clothes or the like, he tries to tell himself, anyway.]
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[personal profile] chrysology 2022-02-25 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Sure. That could work. I dunno it matters which is more popular, as long as people know the basics, the theory to try help them out a little more at least.

[They can't be sure they won't need to hunt and such again. But they also can't be sure they won't be trying to avoid getting caught either. So both options make sense. They should try do what they can at least to help each other out.]

I'm not sure if Brandon went this way but I figured it worth checking at least. Now we can leave town itself.
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[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-02-25 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
Is that really a path of conversation that you want to follow, Alina?

[Holding himself still as she moves, as the bed is made and the pile of pilfered blankets are deposited in the only chair in the entire room. Standing, with his hands behind his back and his head tilted to watch her, the still-breathtaking swish of her dress around her ankles and the waves of dark hair that trails down her back.

Stays still until he isn't, until his feet move across the floor, as silent as his shadows, gliding through the dust and the debris to stand right behind her, his chest pushing in to her back with every breath he takes.]


You wanted that, my- drool in your hair, my hands on your body.

[Just as much as he had wanted, had ached for it - her head pillowed on his chest, his hands against the warm skin of her back. Had longed desperately to listen to the sounds she made in the dark.]

Every kiss, every whispered word.

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[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-25 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
They ain't that bad but...fine, all right.

( he supposes he should take care of things so he doesn't end up with some weird planet infection from this place. that'd be his fucking luck to die from some weird alien disease. )

Guess I can sit still for a few minutes and let you do that.
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[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-25 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh.

( well, it's definitely not something he himself wants to do because of everything in his past but whatever, if someone else wants to do it, he can't stop them. )

Prefer a weapon and my own hands if I'm honest. Not really into the abracadabra bullshit.
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[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-25 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Plenty of it.

( there might not have been an active, huge war when he was in but they were always sending his unit off to do the shittiest shit because they got it done and no one knew otherwise. )

Definitely wasn't sitting on my ass, watching shit on television. No, I was there. Went all around the country, embedded in different areas, doing different things.
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[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-25 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[he smiles faintly.]

I can't blame them. Compared to...what we've faced before... [he exhales, closing his eyes.] This is very trying.
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[personal profile] ruinously 2022-02-25 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I wasn't gonna say no to burgers and beer.

[ Did he eat them? Sure as shit. Did he know better? Yup. At least there weren't any consequences. Scott free burger, hell yeah. ]

Ah, no. My dad was a marine, though. He pretty much raised me to be a soldier.
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[personal profile] peasant 2022-02-25 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ discomfort prickles at the base of her skull, prompted by the omen that lines his question. she wouldn't doubt that he's prepared himself to interrogate her over the course of a long night, strategizing effective ways of shepherding her into a trap. every word feels like a calculated design to lure her into admitting to him a truth her mind rejects, a truth she struggles to admit even to herself. but what's most infuriating, what makes her lips flatten into an unamused line —

is the arrogance bleeding through the veins of his words, seeping out of his lungs and into the suffocating air. dragging in a cupful of oxygen doesn't rid her of the impression of the room closing in around her, aleksander's presence pressing in like the four walls of a cage. he doesn't need to touch her for his presence to feel engulfing, lingering at her back the way smothering darkness closes in on the sun. goosebumps assault the nape of her neck as his breath whispers through the dark, tousled veil of her hair.

thankfully, she has her own methods of enduring aggravating, arrogant men: ignoring them, being deliberately frustrating. he seems to be so certain of himself, anyway — why bother with responding to his needling with any maturity? as though her spine isn't grazing his chest with every inhaling breath she takes, her only offer of attention is a flippant tilt of her gaze over her shoulder — before it returns in front of her, brushing dust off a chair arm.

he should know by now, alina thinks, that intimidating her into telling him what he wants to hear has never been a persuasive tactic to use with her — but she's content to remind him as she breezily counters,
] So you admit it. You drool in your sleep.

[ with a rabbit-like twitch of her nose, she curves forward to reach for a dusty lantern hanging near the corner's edge of the dining room table. ]

Don't be sour just because I'm the only one who's ever had the nerve to point it out to you.
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omg i didn't get this notif i'm so sorry

[personal profile] blackfire 2022-02-25 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
he gives her an arch look over one shoulder.

Neither my emotions nor my spirits are your responsibility, Yelena-san.

Please Stop.
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[personal profile] peasant 2022-02-25 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ can he, though? if there's one known fact about clara oswald, one that appears never-changing to alina, it's the largeness of her heart. as though the sheer size of it makes way for all of the compassion and generosity she has in surplus, beating through her veins. but the others are an anomaly, for the most part. advocates for their own regrets. investing her faith in their potential for kindness is as dangerous as placing her fate in the hand's of mercurial saints, deciding destiny on a whim.

her mouth splits around an exhale, a hesitating pause before she counters,
]

He can't trust all of us.

[ alina won't ask him to. it's a rush against time to track him before the others sniff out his trail. an impatient bloodrush spirals through her, casting her squinting eyes toward the horizon. the shambles of the town linger in the distance, a hazy heat pluming in her vision. ]

But you're right — we do have to save him. Even if it's from himself. [ her lips roll, considering, then: ] Could he have gone back to his family's home?
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-02-25 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jim's impressed by how quickly Itachi adapts; even to a skilled fighter, which Itachi obviously is, the difference in perspective must be odd and jarring, yet he moves with impressive ease and speed, not even hesitating for a moment.

He's just grateful for it, really. And yeah, he doesn't need the warning to know that he has to get off of the alien before he ends up under him. There's a good clearing on the ground and he aims towards it as he pushes himself off the bandit, knees curled up and ready to land on his side and roll over, only to be surprised when he feels Itachi catching him and considerably cushioning his fall. ]


Thanks, [ Quickly spoken, as he gets to his feet in a rush, spotting his phaser some feet away and immediately trying to make a run for it before one of the other bandits stops him— ]
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-02-25 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They might not be that bad, but he's already got Bones dealing with a serious infection in the wake of his (admittedly more serious) injury, so if taking a moment to clean some wounds helps prevent that issue from coming up with other people, then he's going to do it if he can.

He shoots Billy a flat stare, pulling up a chair and gesturing for him to sit down as he pours only a small amount of what water they have into a basin, bringing it over with the cleanest cloth he could find and a small box with a few medical supplies that Leonard was sensible enough to bring along with him. ]


Tip your head up for me.
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-02-25 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There might've been consequences to helping himself, but the same could have been said for any food they found anywhere else in that castle. They had no choice, though, not when the alternative was starving, so he doesn't judge Dean in the least for having eaten whatever food he was presented with. ]

Sounds, ah... a little strange? [ He's nothing if not honest, at least. ] But maybe it's just the time I come from.
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[personal profile] peasant 2022-02-25 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ alina's heartbeat lurches to a stuttered stop. then i will make you one — she doesn't have to ask with what? his shelter is always built on the corpses of their enemies, held together by the sticky spill of sacrificial blood. with aleksander, there is no safety — not without a cost. not without pain, or tears, or the loss of many.

her eyes lock onto the rising tide of darkness, a swell of shadows surfacing around his silhouette. the skies above deepen to tar, a stormcloud of rolling fury. for a paralyzed moment, alina is trapped within that pooling ink of power, floating back to a different world. a different memory. the shrill cries of families fleeing in vain. the ear-splitting answer of volcra descending like vultures careening toward a fresh carcass. novokribirsk, drowned beneath a blackened sea.

his bellowing order slices through her recollection, slicing her free from that relived nightmare. a gasp sears in her lungs, grabbing greedily for lungfuls of air, like a woman pulled back from the brink of death. like her heart has restarted in her chest, pounding to announce you're alive, you're alive. a reassurance. a warning. blindly, she fumbles for his sleeve, flinching as a man is halved like butchered meat.

pitched high with distress:
] Aleksander —

[ stop, she wants to shout, distraught at more merciless bloodshed in her name. stop this. the atmosphere turns too thick, obscuring her vision. her fingertips only graze empty air, curling around nothingness. she stumbles forward, determined —

and immediately flinches back into the pouring fog that seems to divide them as a bullet whizzes past her. a shriek dies in her throat, choking out of her in a yelp. run. hide. that's all she's ever done. sometimes, it feels like all she'll ever do. still, the next explosion that lands at her feet sends her stuttering back, wincing as she darts toward the townline. the shooting pain in her ankle protests, wobbling dangerously until she's hobbling, spilling down into the muck of scorpion's bend.

her hands sink into the sandy terrain, dragging herself to the safety of the town's perimeter on skidding knees, ignoring the stones that slice against her grimy palms.
]
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[personal profile] shadysided 2022-02-25 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[She sighs softly, looking toward the rocky desert horizon.]

... Survive and prove everyone wrong.

I guess I'm alive here, right? I might as well keep going.

I can help organize supplies; I've been pretty good at that in the past.

[When she's not passed out from exhaustion; just need a little rest, that's all.]
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[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-25 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Finn's not sure he wants to talk about it any further. It's... fixed? Probably. It's complicated and there needs to be more discussions. But at the moment, he's just tired. And kind of lonely if he were totally honest, which he's not.

He does give a surprised laugh from the question, though. ]


Here.

[ He grips Peter's hand and tugs him forward, kicking his shoes off and moving to get into the bed, side by side. ]

I like to switch, anyway.
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[personal profile] shadysided 2022-02-25 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[She scoffs, but it's an amused sound, if not a little weary.]

Call me boring, but I just want a pile of Burger Chef's cheeseburgers. Maybe McDonald's. But I prefer their Egg McMuffins.

[Her stomach growls hungrily at the mention of any of this.]