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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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firstroar: (ʀᴇsᴏɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-03-09 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
You're right. [it's a gentle admission, laid out in a breath.] It's why...I think the way I do, even now. Words which shaped my mind, from the hundreds of years of hiding...impatience, frustration...walking the edge between hope and despair. What makes us different...is what defined everything there.

[his gaze, which had drifted back to the whales, returns back to Peter.]

It takes a lot of work. When...a mind has spent so long looking one way... It takes a lot of work to look another. Like...molding stone, instead of clay.
shadysided: (pic#15242642)

[personal profile] shadysided 2022-03-09 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[She makes a face at that, because of course she does. Why wouldn't she.]

... Wow, feeling so lucky. I can't wait to get weird alien bones stuck in my teeth.

You're too kind, Pete.

[But... god, she is so hungry. She'd probably eat just bones, she's so hungry.]
ruinously: @tweak (dean14)

[personal profile] ruinously 2022-03-09 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
It's, you know. It's how he coped. I'm not, I'm not making excuses for him. Did that long enough. But I guess I kinda get it, you know? The lengths you'll go to to avenge someone you love.

[ Is he any better? Sam died and Dean lost it, completely lost it - went and sold his soul to a demon to save him a year after his dad did the same damn thing for Dean.

Winchesters, always trying to sacrifice themselves. ]


Anyway. Enough of my sob story.
cruelyethuman: (You're amazing)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-03-09 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I do, yes. But I can hardly spend every waking hour on horseback. That's not good for the horse.

[He could rule Ravka for a thousand years, ensure that his legacy would never be corrupted by the lazy aristocrats. Rule with an iron fist and see to the safety of his people, not simply in Ravka, but in the whole world.

No more pyres.

No more experiments.]


I still have time to think on it, I hope. There is no telling when we might be done here.

No? But who then rules in your country?
callada: (me abandonó sin avisar)

[personal profile] callada 2022-03-10 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[And now he knows her age, roughly anyway.]

I had you figured for closer to my age, too. But I guess once you get to a certain point it's hard to tell. At least neither of us is going gray yet, right?

[Yes, he had to learn to fend for himself early, did that whole "grew up too fast" thing in some ways, but more of it's to do with personality. At least he does know how to have fun when it counts.]
essenceofdeadlybeasts: (039)

[personal profile] essenceofdeadlybeasts 2022-03-10 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe I will.

[He can be cheeky, too.]

...that's assuming I care to help feed everyone else. I can survive off snakes just fine by myself.
kovach: (■ 140)

[personal profile] kovach 2022-03-10 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ the relief in seeing her alive can only be enough for so long before he realizes there's more to worry about than just life or death, especially if her bleeding is any indication that she's not necessarily out of dangerous waters just yet. ]

Shit.

[ he mutters, drawing back so he can take a better look at it, bringing up his own fingers to check the state of the wound. ]

Not a concussion, is it? [ exterior wound is one thing, but if it knocked her out too hard, that wouldn't be a good sign. ] Let's get you inside somewhere so we can sit you down.
kovach: (■ 106)

[personal profile] kovach 2022-03-10 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ for a moment, he thinks, no, I killed him, but his eyes follow hers around behind him, where another dead body lies on the floor. kovacs can see the bullet holes in his body that had shot him dead, though it wouldn't have been immediately obvious who'd done the shooting. looking back at her though, it becomes evident enough.

he sighs; he always hates it when a kid has to grow up too fast. but sometimes it can't be helped. ]


You did.

[ the cold hard truth. he isn't going to coddle her, even if there's something of a sympathetic look in his eyes. ]

But sometimes you have to. To survive. Or to help someone else survive. Sometimes we're put into a war we didn't ask for, and all we can do is —

[ this. fight back. get our hands dirty like the rest of them. he looks at her for a moment before he adds, ]

I was a few years younger than you the first time I had to. We don't get to choose the things that make us. We just have to adapt and survive. However we can.
kovach: (■ 156)

[personal profile] kovach 2022-03-10 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's not like he doesn't like working in a team; between ctac and the envoys, he'd been trained for coordinating missions amongst a group, but right now, the frustration over getting back at elias has him too tense for discussion over a plan. not that she isn't right; it won't work to just go in there recklessly.

he stops for a moment, taking a deep breath through his nose. ]


We take out the one with the pulsefire first. Disarm him. They'll be less of a threat after that.
kovach: (■ 242)

[personal profile] kovach 2022-03-10 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
He figures he can offer some courtesy with an offering of his coat, since he's got another few long sleeved layers underneath and he tends to provide self-warmth a little better than someone of her smaller size. But he's genuinely surprised when she instead just leans in closer, raising a brow as he peers down at her settling close to him.

"That's ... another option," he mutters, simply giving in. It's not like he's going to push her off or anything.

"Doubt they wouldn't have already started a few. Plenty of dry wood around to make use of."
kovach: (■ 244)

[personal profile] kovach 2022-03-10 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ he might have his ghosts, but he knows that alina has plenty that haunts her just the same, even if they take a different shape than his own burdens, tugging at her from within. there's a literal intrusion in the bones that stick out from her collar, and he wonders how much of a reminder those bear to her about the weight she carries, heaviness that she's left vague when addressing him of what moves her forward.

in this moment, he can sense it in the way she tries to be accommodating, even when he can hear the exhale of her panting breath, of the drain of her body from all that they've wandered forward. ]


No. We should recover as much as we can. [ it's as much for her as it is for him, aware that in their drastically different appearances, their stubbornness towards their own resolve can be so easily mirrored to one another.

he moves with her towards the rocks, boots pushing more weight as they step against the sand. ]
We're not the only ones in the group on his tail. One of us is gonna find him.

[ optimism? it's not his usual trademark, but he can make an effort at times. ]
calmness: (Lan-Xichen-04)

[personal profile] calmness 2022-03-10 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
No. Snakes do not make a good diet. [he says that easily, like it's a fact he's known before coming here.]

I think I will be alright to not pass out. [but he will be careful, does not want to be a liability. so, the wise man concedes.] That was my plan but it seems there are still other occasions where it is necessary. [concedes some.] I would not have been able to help you without cultivation. [and he cannot stand by. not only because of precepts, but because she's someone he's grown to care for. a friend, perhaps, if he allows himself to consider he has developed those.]
spacedisaster: (:3 | cute as a button)

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2022-03-10 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Didn't you eat the snakes before? They were also alien animals. [ He smiles at Ziggy making a face, but understands the disgust. He had been pretty unhappy when he learned that they only had the long noodles as sustenance because he has a snake phobia. Coyotes, in his opinion, are less disgusting. Sitting down on the couch, he leaves the tray between them and pushes it closer to her. Go ahead and eat. ]

In my life, I've eaten more alien dishes than earth ones, and look at me. All tall and handsome. [ Peter makes a show of pointing at himself with a hand flourish to prove his point, as if he doesn't look like hell warmed over. Confidence seems to go a long way. ] I'm sure you will be tall too, once you are done growing up.
morethan084: (eyebrowraise)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-03-10 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Well the horses don't have to worry about that with me.

[She'd love to never get back on a horse again, even with Aleksander taking the lead.]

We have a President, they're the head of the government and commander in chief of the armed forces.

[She explains in what is hopefully an easy enough way for him to understand.]
shadysided: (pic#15236456)

[personal profile] shadysided 2022-03-10 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
It's fine. I'm used to shitty introductions.

[She quiets though, because she's got some experience in knowing there are times where you need to be as quiet as a mouse, whether you're sneaking out of your window at 10 at night or hiding from a fucking serial killer. But she's no bandit, hasn't made it a profession to get the jump on people, so she doesn't see one of them coming until Andy's intercepted and gotten a knife to the chest for all her efforts.

Ziggy gasps out in panic, staggers and falls with her hands protectively shooting to her stomach. Staying on the ground will get her killed, so she hurries to scramble to her feet again; there's a knife on the floor, and she retrieves it to point at the figures now fallen. One is groaning, pouring blood from his wounds, and she stays in awe for a moment.]


Holy sh... Are you okay? You were stabbed!
shadysided: (pic#15236570)

[personal profile] shadysided 2022-03-10 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[She looks up at him, the tremor in her shoulders not yet waning.]

... I don't even know if I want to survive.

But I — [But she will. She's too stubborn to do anything else. She has to stay alive and make things right again. She has to keep going, no matter what, because if she can fix home, she can have her own second chance. A happier one, one without suffering and struggling through what the town makes you into.

'I could've been less of a monster.'
'Yeah, well, you were my monster.'


She slowly drops the makeshift weapon in her hands to the floor, a tear dripping down her cheek.]


... I have to save my sister. She doesn't deserve what happened to her. She's a a better person than me. S-so... if I have to be a killer to do that, I'll do it.
morethan084: (well)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-03-10 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? That's sweet, but I'm really 52 years old.

[Daisy manages to keep her expression of seriousness for all of two seconds before a smile breaks through.]

Uh, speak for yourself.

[She's definitely plucked a few grey hairs already.]
morethan084: (looking up(3))

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-03-10 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pressing her lips together in thought as she comes up with some sort of strategy, Daisy looks from Kovacs to the group.]

I can break his hand from here.

[Maybe it should be alarming how she says that with such ease, but it's true, and clearly not the first time she's done something like it.]

But then we've got to worry about the weapon. Either someone else tries to pick it up, or who knows what happens if I try to tear it apart.
callada: (still secretly six years old)

[personal profile] callada 2022-03-11 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[An obvious joke given she'd just implied she's somewhere under 35, so he laughs along with her.]

I guess if I do have any, you'd never know.

[He looks up at his own bangs a moment, then shrugs and finishes off the last of his soup before it gets too cold.]

Not until they all go gray, and then I'll get to look distinguished. Might even try growing a beard.
shadysided: (pic#15236557)

[personal profile] shadysided 2022-03-11 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, but they at least mostly looked like earth snakes.

[Rolling her eyes, she ends up smiling anyway. She dips her spoon, sighs, and raises it up in toast.]

... Bon Appétit, I guess.
Edited 2022-03-11 19:14 (UTC)
cruelyethuman: (001)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2022-03-11 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Riding wasn't for you? You did well enough, for someone who's unused to it.

[She managed to stay on it, even with those long skirts.]

A tsar, but you call it something different, then. Our tsar has a whole host of advisors, his generals and of course the aristocracy.
oiorpata: (63)

[personal profile] oiorpata 2022-03-12 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ her gun is up and aimed as she looks around, peers inside the building, making sure the coast is in fact clear before she acknowledges ziggy's question. she keeps the gun out and pointed away, though she tilts her head enough to look at the young woman, making sure she did in fact stay uninjured as she feels the last stitches of her skin closing up from her own wound. it started healing the moment she pulled the knife out, leaving her with a bloody slit in her shirt but nothing else to show for it by the time she speaks up. ]

I'll be fine. [ she is already fine and is not holding herself like an injured woman. only once she's sure they're safe does andy lean over and pull her sword out, wiping it off on the bouldersnake's pants. ] Neither of them got you, I hope?
morethan084: (really?)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-03-12 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daisy laughs at that, shoving at his arm.]

Shut up.

[Smiling as she scoops up another spoonful of the soup, Daisy nearly spits it out when he mentions trying to grow a beard.]

I don't know that a beard with your smoking habit would go over so well...

[He's burned himself far too many times since she met him.]
morethan084: (concerned/listening)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-03-12 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you kidding me? I thought I was going to fall off the entire time, and no one ever mentions how much it hurts your legs after.

[The only reason she even stayed up there was thanks to him and his death grip on her.]

And you're one of those advisors?

[From what he's told her, and from what she's seen, he's very powerful. It's hard not to imagine that the King would want him involved when it came to Grisha.]
oiorpata: (27)

[personal profile] oiorpata 2022-03-12 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ just because she knows daisy is going to argue doesn't mean andy is going to table it. ]

Me. I can be bait, you can strike them from afar.