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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: (butcher054)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-03-02 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
( he's not doing that math. )

You're still a fuckin' kid.

( in his eyes. )
callada: (dress best in boldly-striped sweaters)

[personal profile] callada 2022-03-02 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Not a clue. I don't want to forget, but it's a real possibility. Go home, something's changed, but you'd never know it could ever have been different. Never knew you were even gone.

[Talk about deeply unsettling, but it seems as possible as going home and remembering until someone says otherwise.]

Might be worth asking Viveca or the Commander, though, you're right. Just in case they decide to share information for once.
callada: (one more guilty pleasure)

[personal profile] callada 2022-03-02 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[For the moment the teasing little smirk vanishes, replaced by briefly widened eyes and a more genuine smile.

Impressive? That's - really? That's not a reaction he typically expects. It's nice, though. He shrugs, managing to look almost bashful for a second.]


Well, it's not as glamorous as it might sound. But, yeah. Like I said, I wanted to give back, and that seemed like the right way to do it.
morethan084: (snooping)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-03-02 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Watching the change in his expression, Daisy looks from Kovacs to Elias and then back to him. She knows what his plan is here, and while she can't blame him for it. It's definitely more risky as he's got others around them, especially when she spots one of them in possession of a pulsefire weapon.]

Wait.

[Daisy hisses out, not wanting to be overheard. Moving closer to him, Daisy knows she can at least hold them off long enough for him to get his shot in. But after that? Who knows what they'll do.]

They might retaliate.

[She nods in the direction of the pulsefire weapon.]
shadysided: (pic#15236530)

[personal profile] shadysided 2022-03-02 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shaken and sliding back off an adrenaline high, she still manages an eye roll.

Teenagers, right?]


I always do.

[Take care of herself, anyway. Who else tended to do it? (Her sister, sometimes — but her sister isn't around anymore, is she?) She steps back watches Gwen gallop off, her legs feeling like jelly and muscles burning with weariness... Best to get to cover and try not to pass out while the others wrap this up.]
cheapbastard: (KU_39)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-03-02 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm.

( maybe he'll consider that. it might be worth asking them even if he doesn't really wanna go talking to them. )

I'll consider it. Don't really wanna get all chummy with them but I'm curious enough to see what happens.
spacedisaster: (T_T hmmmm)

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2022-03-02 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ You can't say these sorts of things to him and expect Peter's eyes not to get a little brighter, almost teary-eyed, man. Blue cares so much for his people, it's admirable and really sweet. He reaches out to give Blue's shoulder a friendly pat. He would have pulled him into a hug if it weren't for the scorching heat. ]

You might be able to tell them yourself, Blue. But yes, if I ever get to meet them, you have my word that I'll do my best to make them feel like they've found a new home.
construing: (fire.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-03-02 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ with clarke out of the way, gwen can focus on the big, hulking bandit with the— ] Small head.

[ no, seriously, that shit be fun-size. ]

Is a teeny-tiny head part of your species or are you a bodybuilding experiment gone wrong?

[ she bobs and weaves as she talks, which is definitely doing its part to piss him off too. he has strength on his side, but she has speed and spider-sense. every time it looks like one of his hits will connect she docks, dodges or sidesteps. she also has stamina; his breathing turns harsher as the fight goes on. ]

Seriously, man, [ she observes, ] I've heard of shrunken heads, but never one still attached to its body.

[ he says something that will not be recorded here for its extreme rudeness. but it's not the words gwen cares about as the way he says them. he's starting to lose his breath.

at the next blow, gwen steals his hat and runs. he races after her with an angry roar. stepping onto the wall, she vaults behind him, attaching her web-lines to his shoulders. combining her strength with his own impetus, she pulls, lifting him in an arc above her, and slams him against the ground.
]
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-03-02 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
It doesn't hurt that much— just stings a little.

[ He gives Billy a slight eyeroll, not distracting himself from what he's doing. After cleaning his face, he makes sure to disinfect all the cuts, and only then does he pick up a small handheld device from the first-aid kit. ]

Alright then, big boy. Now's the time you sit really still for me.

[ For added security, he grips Billy's jaw in a gentle hold, he turns the dermal regenerator on and carefully guides the laser beam over the first cut, stitching the skin back together. ]
shadysided: (pic#15289657)

[personal profile] shadysided 2022-03-03 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Ziggy keeps the sharp wooden debris firmly gripped in her hands, tight enough that she can feel the unpleasant sting of splinters in the side of her hand. But his words at least sound — human. Tommy, he hadn't even spoken after what happened. He had just lost everything about him. Just like... all those other killers. The man who had stabbed her over and over, did he have any shred left of himself? No, she imagines he didn't. Not with the witch in his mind; nothing would have fixed any of them; nothing would have saved her, or Alice, or Cindy.

She looks at the gun at her scraped knee, eyes shadowed with dread.]


I... I killed someone.

[Looking distantly past Kovacs, her gaze falls on the man dead on the floor near the entrance. A terrible realization floods her, leaves her feeling icy cold, and her voice has a lost, guilt-ridden disbelief trembling through it.]

... I killed him...
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[personal profile] shadysided 2022-03-03 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite the fact that she rolls her eyes, there's a tired but amused smile on her lips all the same.

She puts a hand out for a shake.]


... Burgers when we get back. Bacon cheeseburgers.

It's a deal.
shadysided: (pic#15236550)

[personal profile] shadysided 2022-03-03 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Pssht. She reaches up to adjust the hat on her head, but to her credit, she doesn't remove it as she settles on the dusty couch.]

... Alright, Stinky Pete, don't get too ahead of yourself. You'll get your hat back.

[Which is to say-]

I'm not going anywhere.

shadysided: (pic#15242645)

[personal profile] shadysided 2022-03-03 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, cool, you cut her off just when she opened her mouth to argue.

But, well, now's not really the time to lodge complaints, is it? This place is a shitshow, and it's not safe. So she sighs through her nose and nods. She wants outta this shit, Andy. Preferably somewhere where bullets aren't flying. More resolutely:]


... Alright. Lead the way, then.

It'll be returning the favor.
bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2022-03-03 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[The immense relief she feels when he doesn't pull right away is a weight lifted off her shoulders. A part of her wants to bring up the things she said, and how he couldn't possibly care if he actually thought those things. But his actions and the wild look in his eyes speak the truth plain enough, and she's not in the mood to play games.

That sort of chat can come at another time. Right now, she soaks up his comfort and the fact she hasn't lost him forever.

When he speaks she does eventually pull back, head tipping to look up at him.
]

I hit the wall pretty hard.

[And her head is still steadily bleeding. She brings her fingers up to touch at warm blood and frowns. She genuinely has no idea if she's hurt or not, with the way her body is in shock. There's still a dull ringing in her ears, and her balance feels off. But she's sure she'll be just fine.]

I'm gonna assume it's normal to feel disoriented after that.
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[personal profile] bossily 2022-03-03 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Lean against me. You can rest now.

[She basically insists, giving a little smile and a nod of her head. It's not like Clara has any plans to go anywhere else. So if she can help Clarke get some much needed sleep, she's happy to do it.]

I'll wake you up in a few hours, and we can switch off.

[It's a quick addition to her offer, since she figures Clarke won't want to take a kindness without offering one in return.]
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[personal profile] krazed 2022-03-03 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Foxy Minx sounds like a Bond lady. Gee, Mr. Bond, is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

[Harley slips into the 1920s dame routine all too easily, sidling up alongside Newt to take a seat beside him at the piano. She passes him his pint, and then sweeps her legs so she's straddling the thing and not in the way of any of his nifty playing.]

I don't have a threshold. [Harley breaks character with a devious grin, and swigs from the bottle. No, her intention wasn't to drink it all, but that didn't mean that she couldn't.] I am the threshold.

Such a gentleman. You wanna talk ankle pain? Try kicking ass in six inch heels.
oiorpata: (18)

[personal profile] oiorpata 2022-03-03 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
No. I get the sense it'll all be over sooner rather than later too.

[ it's not a sense like blue's, but just... the feeling on missions. in a battle. in so many things. they're reaching a crux. it's just in the air. ]
calmness: DO NOT USE (blame ☁︎)

[personal profile] calmness 2022-03-03 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[xichen is not guiltless in it all, he knows. he had stood at meng yao's side, had seen reason in many of the actions he'd taken and lifted him up.

he knows that he is not as responsible as meng yao. his eyes had been veiled to most of it, to the worst of it, but he had also willingly chosen to see the best. the blood of innocents is still on his hands, that he cannot erase.

he nods.]
The man I thought I knew--- the worst of it, is I knew he was capable of many things but not that. Not-- I thought I could temper what I thought was worst of it. [his own voice is unsteady, a hint of anger seeps into his words. and maybe he is letting himself grieve just a little in this moment, letting the words tumble out where normally he'd temper himself.

at home, he would not be able to speak so freely like this. the gentry clans would not be so forgiving of lan xichen, without who jin guangyao would not be sitting on the chief cultivator's throne.]
I had helped him grieve after Rusong's death, a-as he had helped me after our sworn brother's passing.

[he swallows, trying to hold back the crushing wave of grief that threatens to overtake him fully. jiang yanli had seen him break once, he doesn't want another to witness that again. it's pride that has him trying to collect himself and so he nods his head, takes a deep breath through his nose.] I-I hope so. I want to go back and stop it all. Quench my pride, stop holding on so desperately...

I was so desperate to not be alone... [the sigh that leaves him a soft, filled with remorse and lost.] But in the end, it lead to exactly what I was avoiding and the damage, the cost for years of obliviousness, feels beyond atonement. [and that is partly why this all hits so close, why ford reminds him so much of himself.]
calmness: DO NOT USE (when it sinks in ☁︎)

[personal profile] calmness 2022-03-03 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
[xichen watches the doctor for a moment and even if the man does not say it, he can see there is a thread of recognition in what he may feel in his gaze. he does not know the other very well, knows him only for his cheeriness and warmth but xichen is well aware that plenty can hide behind the warmest of smiles.

it can mask grief and pain or anger and deceit. he does not think it is the latter for the doctor, but he cannot be sure it is also not the former.]
The illusion will always come crashing down. One way or another. [he says softly, frowning.]

[he offers a sad smile to the doctor, dipping his head slightly. it safer to talk about the war, the fire than the losses that follow.] I do not wish it on anyone either.

For all the loss and horror of the war, I was lucky then. I had my brother and uncle still, my nephew, my sworn brothers. [his family, his friends. at that time, he had believed things would be alright, even if the reality was that a fear of loss and his own pride would lead him to his own brand of illusion.] I was able rebuild my home and pick up the pieces. [he's not sure about the second time, not really, but if his voice trembles there's no desperation in his voice. only sorrow.] With his family and town gone, I hope that Welford will be able to pick up the pieces after experiencing the loss for the second time.
hatejakku: (just so happy)

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-03-03 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
Not at all.

[ He's already going in for the cuddle, getting his arms around Peter's middle and hugging him close, resting his head beneath his chin. He shuts his eyes and lets go of a deep sigh. ]

I didn't get enough hugs either.
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[personal profile] romancekiller 2022-03-03 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
[it had been pure luck that the building she came across was empty and there were no other bouldersnakes lurking nearby. she uses the time to take a breather while she keeps watch from afar where xichen is fighting off the one who had been tailing her.

it's not long after that xichen finds her again and she just gives a slight nod at his words]
Yeah, I am. Thank you— for helping me out back there.

I know this means we need to find some place safer then. [she knows that it might be quiet now but it's inevitable that the bandits could find them again if they stay on the move. she turns to face xichen, looking him over with concern as she picks up on how tired he looks] Are you okay though?
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scarcastically: (and in the world you wanted to find)

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-03-03 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
Which is what, exactly?
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[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2022-03-03 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Newt's frown deepens as Xichen talks. Usually he's pretty good at just putting his foot in his genius idiot mouth, but he has his moments; hearing that he had stood in Welford's shoes gives him a grim enough picture to make theories on.]

Man, it's like asking someone if they prefer getting stabbed twenty times or twenty one times; pretty sure the difference doesn't leave much mercy. But that's not something you can control. That's just what it means to be a sentient being with emotions and memories.

[Welford was gonna be tormented. It was going to be bad, no matter what.

Newt's pretty sure of it.]


... I just don't want you blaming yourself for any of it.

cheapbastard: (KU_129)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-03-03 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Motherfuck —

( he does sit still save for the movement of his lips. that's a strange feeling and it does pull and hurt but he knows enough not to go moving lest he end up losing an eye with whatever the fuck jim's using on him. )

The hell is that thing?

( fuckin' technology, he swears. )
cheapbastard: (butcher090)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-03-03 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
What's my own thing?

( he looks coy as she shrugs a shoulder. )

Little bit of this, little bit of that.