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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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morethan084: (questioning)

[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-04 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daisy has her hands out in front of her, trying to warm them up by the fire when she spots movement out of the corner of her eye. She's not sure what she's looking at first until she follows whatever is around her shoulder and comes to a stop when her eyes land on Rhys.

She opens her mouth to say something but stops herself momentarily as her brain plays catch up.]


What--?

How?

[How the hell does he have wings? And where was he hiding them this entire time?]
coordination: (so busy being successful and cool)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-04 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He does likewise wince some from the sting of being tended to, but it's not entirely too bad. The cuts are still pretty raw, painful as they heal, but he's making sure they don't get worse because that would be all they need.

It's ... weirdly nostalgic, too, he thinks, being taken care of like this. The comparisons are stark; this dirty, dark room compared to a bright sterile medbay. Blue's focused concern in his care directed at him personally, instead of doctors trained and doing their jobs whose names Yzak doesn't even remember (though, they're gone too, aren't they). Yzak's humiliation, the ugly boiling of outright hatred and revenge he felt so easily back then, probably on par with the nastier things Blue's felt from humans toward Mu in his experiences, whereas now ... those sorts of feelings aren't there anymore. Capable still in him? Absolutely. But it's not even due to the exhaustion setting in that he doesn't feel it, it's because it's been so long, and that he's changed since then.

(of course, he's still a Normal Amount of Big Mad about this whole situation - which for Yzak is always a little more dramatic than most, so, ya know) ]


Thank you.

[ He runs his own hand over the bandage work before standing to do as suggested. But before he moves, he peels off the overcoat he had on outside and holds it out to Blue. ]

Here. Put this on, too.
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[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-04 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Having gone up against Kovacs, Daisy knows how strong he is, but that doesn't stop her from helping him. Raising her hand she knocks the Bouldersnake back and watches as they go flying backwards knocking into one of their fellow bandits before they both fall to the ground.]

You okay?

[Daisy asks breathlessly, unsure if the blood he's got on him is his or someone else's.]
construing: (ties.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-04 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ at the warning, her eyes snap to their surroundings. ] Ten-four. You got him?

[ the question she puts to venom who responds in the affirmative. venom does not communicate in words or even thoughts as she perceives them; rather, it speaks in sensation, in intent, in feeling. almost two years together means gwen can interpret with the best of them.

she hikes blue’s body higher up her back, mindful of her strength and his state. the symbiote maintains a safe hold on him. it isn't a fan of having another speaking directly to its host, but greater than the symbiote’s wariness is its respect for gwen's desire to protect.

the pulsefire weapons are too dangerous to leave behind, and the hair on her arms stands up just from handling it. gwen quickly webs the blades. it burns only the living so, hopefully, this will make them a little safer carry around. their pursuer she hangs in one of the houses from the ceiling like the world's angriest silk cocoon. he deserves to have his nose sunburned, but sense wins over over pettiness.

though she works fast, by the time she is finished, a vibration thrums through her awareness. not the loud alarm of immediate danger, but spider-sense has finally caught onto the approaching threat. she ducks into a different house, hoping to avoid being spotted. she carefully climbs out a window, clinging to the wall beside it.

the next building over looks like a shed of some sort. behind it are more houses, closer together. they could give them plenty of places to slink past unnoticed. but from here to the shed is a stretch of barren earth with barely a shrub. if she runs, they'll be spotted.

gwen chews the inside of her cheek.
]

Any suggestions?
cheapbastard: (KU_419)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-04 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Somebody's here.

( the only reason that billy doesn't approach with that fire extinguisher raised up like he's going to brain someone is that he recognizes dean's voice.

he's still carrying it with him just in case but he's not about to attack dean. he brings his free hand up, blows in it. )


Lookin' for a safe place to lay your head, my son?

( he tries to play up the preacher bit for a second longer before rolling his eyes and shaking his head. )

Fuck that, come inside. I've got a fire going.
morethan084: (judging/listening)

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[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-04 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[And while Billy is taking care of one of the bandits, Daisy spots another one trying to sneak up on him. It's tempting to just let it play out without getting involved, but other than being an absolute asshole to her he hasn't done anything to really warrant it.

Watching as the bandit goes for his gun, the next thing Billy might hear is a distinctive howl of pain as the bandit's hand is suddenly bent in an abnormal way as he drops his gun.]


Not a smart idea to turn your back like that.

[Daisy says to Billy, walking towards where the bandit is to grab his gun from him. Could come in handy. As he the bouldersnake tries to make a reach for it again with his uninjured hand, Daisy uses her power to knock his head back against a rock. He's out cold instantly.]
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[personal profile] attackbrows 2022-02-04 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Perfect! Thank you ♥ And yea lmao — he kinda operates kind of like a game of Texas Hold 'Em: knows when to hold 'em, knows when to fold 'em and knows to when to walk away (with your electric guitar because he's here for the vibes).

construing: (hurt.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-04 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ gwen makes a little face when the bird hits ground. of all the horror film looking things they could come across, it had to be the distant descendant of dinosaurs. ]

Definitely not in a position to be choosy.

[ she hops out of her spot to gather the animal before something else attempts to make off with it. snagging it on a web-line, she ties it to the others they've, well, the others yelena has bagged. gwen's job is purely spot and collect. probably "carry everything back when they're done" too.

back in her spot, gwen frowns at the desert.
]

What I wouldn't give for a pizza. Coke. Might get wild with a tub of ice cream. [ "wild" here meaning eating a half-gallon of ice cream while listening to taylor swift and mourning the end of imagined relationships. ]
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Megatron » Transformers IDW

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-04 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
1.0 ( Open )

[ As night descends, it brings with it that cutting desert cold that can take unwary and unprepared travelers by surprise. Fortunately, those travelers are usually organics for whom relatively minor drops in temperature can be an issue. Megatron is not one of those and is doing quite well, thank you. Especially now that he hasn't any need to hide himself away. He's pulled himself up outside one of the crumbling buildings and sits in his little-seen until this point alternate mode, a large and menacing looking alien tank.

Fortunately for all of you shivering organics, he also puts out a lot of heat at this size. He has an engine and a spark and the gods alone know what else powering him, which means perching on his engine deck (or, if you're very polite) inside the control cabin makes for a much warmer proposition than thin blankets and guttering fires. He allows it, of course, but he doesn't have to like it. As someone clambers upwards: ]


Don't smear any of your excretions on me, if you can help it.

2.0/3.0ish ( For Dean )

[ With the sun beginning to rise, now's the time when there's light to see and to start searching for the necessaries of life. So his engine rumbles up from it's low idle and Megatron eases himself along the streets. He could take on his own form, but the tank is somehow less obvious than a nearly forty-foot robot. And treads can cover a great variety of terrain faster than feet.

So here he is, Dean in the commander's hatch as they move along a dusty road that might as well not exist, bumping and scraping along. It's not a smooth road, and the fact that megatron casually ignores the idea of avoiding potholes, dips, or large rocks probably doesn't help--he's mostly thinking about himself, sorry Dean. As they pull up atop a small rise, with the already burning morning sunlight beating down on them, Megatron speaks up. ]


Do you see anything? Any vegetation or sign of habitation?

[ There might be (some) water in town, but Megatron isn't about to let the party limit themselves to a single known source, just in case. ]

4.0/5.0 (Open)

[ As the renewed attack begins, Megatron moves to position himself somewhere with a good view of what's to be happening. He doesn't take a weapon himself (nor does he wish to, unless the most dire of circumstances arise), instead he's trying to coordinate, moving from place to place as quickly as he to carry information, to offer advice and keep everyone informed of the battlespace. As he watches the ebb and flow of the fight he is thinking, always thinking. Plans and possibilities raised up, considered, stored or discarded as the situation demands.

It's in this role that you might run across him, whether in his alt-mode or towering over the roofs of the decrepit town at his full thirty-eight foot height. He makes quite the landmark, though, so he may end up attracting the attention of some of the Bouldersnakes attacks. As the fight goes on, his voice comes to an ear: ]


Two hundred meters to your left. A group of them are attempting to approach through that gully.

[ Or: ]

Push forward to the right. They've lost some appetite for it there and we might be able to keep them on the back foot.

[ Or other commands. Well, advice. But they guy did lead a war for millions of year. ]

( If you'd like a different or closed starter, hit me up on plurk [plurk.com profile] gravenrose )
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cheapbastard: (KU_419)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2022-02-04 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Right.

( well, he guesses it's a good sign that someone recognizes him. he still takes it slow as he makes his way towards the voice, not wanting to get lulled and have someone shoot him in the face when he rounds a corner. )

Found anything interesting in here? Anything worth hanging around for? too much to ask for a pile of money and some good scotch, ain't it?
firstroar: (pic#6892314)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-04 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blue lets the coat fall into his hands, hanging onto it for a few beats before setting in his lap. he watches Yzak rummage, shrugging the blankets off his shoulders so he can drape the coat over them.]

Before I was able to catch up with you... Did you encounter any of the others? Those who may not have...sounded off on the network already.
construing: (examine.)

MEGATRON.

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-04 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey! Yo, big guy!

[ see spider-woman. see spider-woman on a roof flagging down megatron.

soon as she has his attention, gwen fires a web-line and swings herself neatly up to his shoulder. her mask opens up, leaving only the pink lenses covering her eyes. black threads lie across her cheeks.

whatever she had meant to ask is promptly driven from her head as she feels the heat being reflected off him.
]

Wow. [ she winces a little. ] This is very hot. Uh, is this…? Normal? For you?
flickerandfade: (003 »)

Re: MEGATRON.

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-04 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Megatron is just minding his own business, tromping through the middle of town, when one of the small organics speaks to him from a rooftop. He squints (he's old okay) and bends slightly to get a better look only for her to simply fire some sort of organic excretion at him and clamber up onto his shoulder. There's a faint noise of surprise (or maybe disgust) and he turns his head to get a better look. ]

Is it not customary to ask permission before climbing onto others?

[ Gripe. Grumble. ]

And yes. Higher ambient temperatures mean that Cybertronians retain and radiate more heat. It's normal. This is merely uncomfortable, though. Not hot enough to be potentially dangerous.
construing: (signal.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-04 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
My bad. Between making you bend down, and me getting a crick in the neck, I thought this'd be better.

[ she points to the building. ]

Want me to hop back down and ask?
coordination: (Shy geek looking to do something crazy)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-04 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's like the bf hoodie trope but BETTER.

The inside of the coat itself is still warm since Yzak's been running around in it, and he doesn't appear to be too affected after removing it, since he's still got a couple of layers on himself. ]


Some of them, yeah.

[ Including Sabriel, who he thinks about in particular, since he had gone to check up on her personally after her own network post. The new local wildlife serves as a slightly better variety compared to just snakes. So thankful that for the time being they can actually eat well, Yzak grabs some of what he has left from that earlier. The owl-shrews aren't that bad! ]

Everyone appears to be accounted for. I think we've nearly cleared out everything of use in the immediate area, too.

[ As he moves to sit back down, he traces out a Charter mark to relight a nearly-dead fire in the small, very carefully made makeshift area to contain a fire, made out of a spare pot and a few broken piece of a metal chair to keep it a couple of inches off of the floor. The issue with the houses now is they have to be careful nothing catches or else the whole thing will light up like a matchbook. It's something, at least. ]
flickerandfade: (030 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-04 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Megatron's expression grows a little more pinched. ]

No. That isn't necessary. You've already clambered all over me, so there's not much use in changing directions now.

[ Hmph. ]

Is there something you need... hm. I don't believe I know your name.
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[personal profile] homeostatic 2022-02-04 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
( He hears Finn before he catches him in his peripheral, the younger man's softer tread a familiar sound in the clinic these past weeks. McCoy had pushed aside his own feelings regarding their argument in lieu of the necessary work to be done– though he also hadn't ignored the effect it was having on Jim, couldn't.

He was admittedly relieved when Jim hadn't come down with him earlier, and the resulting quiet, well... it wasn't a fight. That bode well, hopefully.

Realizing he's been staring blankly at a list of names, McCoy starts a bit when Finn speaks. His hand slides up his nape, rubbing away a muscle twinge as he glances back at him. )


Finn. Yeah, sure. Grab a seat.
firstroar: (pic#5951960)

[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-04 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[trope or not, it's nice...it's warm, yes, but it also smells like Yzak. is that a strange thought to have? maybe, but individual minds also have something of a distinct 'scent' too...

Blue settles back against the wall once he's got that and the blankets wrapped around him, snug as a bug. the fresh fire doesn't hurt, either.

he offers a small smile as Yzak settles back down.]


Good news...no one missing. It's a step...in the right direction.

We'll have another.
construing: (wary.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-04 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ not at all put off by the grumbling and "hmph"-ing, ] Sorry, I'm all backwards today. Let's chalk it up to "sudden ash town", and I promise to do better.

[ no matter that she suspected the town had been burnt. actually seeing it… ]

I'm Gwen. Or Spider-Woman. [ she motions toward her suit. ] Either or is fine. I was gonna ask you about shade, but if the heat's making you uncomfortable that won't work. [ she trails off, biting her lip in consideration. ]
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ruinously: @tweak (2021-10-31 14_00_57-Netflix — Mozilla Fi)

[personal profile] ruinously 2022-02-04 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I--

[ Dean laughs, hard, because he'd briefly forgotten Billy was playin' preacher and it just makes him lose his shit for a moment. ]

Jesus, dude. [ He's still grinning as he inches in, the tension loosening in his shoulders. ]

Thank God, my ass is freezing.
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[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-04 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[there's no answer right away; Blue is taking in the sights and information Gwen's eyes see, easily coming to the same conclusion about where a clean sprint would lead.]

If you can...safely get eyes on them... I can move something near them...draw attention.

[but he can't just blindly send his psionic feelers out; inanimate things are hard to interact with without the aid of sight.]
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kovacs, yelena. (cw: stab wound)

[personal profile] naloxone 2022-02-04 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she slips in and out of consciousness in short bursts. one handful of seconds she spends cradled close to a bloody chest (whose blood? there's so much of it) barreling through the chaotic streets of scorpion's bend, the next she's enveloped in black, feeling nothing but a cold emptiness and missing the heat of the sun.

she tries to hold onto what she can. she is marta cabrera, thirty-three, cuban-american, and a registered nurse. she has a sister and a mother and a dear friend she lost recently. she's here because she misses him. she's here because he shouldn't have died. she has a stab wound to the upper right area of her abdomen, more than likely the liver if all the blood is of any indication. she knows she'll be fine, eventually, because the last thing she remembers seeing clearly is the look in kovacs' eyes that tell her as much, mouth moving in what she's sure are reassuring words, though she doesn't hear a second of it.

she's not sure where they are when she feels him stop, suddenly, but she is vaguely aware of the grip on her body tightening. it makes the weak grip she's got on his shirt tighten too, out of reflex, and her mouth opens to try and speak but no words come out. she tries to look and she thinks she might have seen a flash of blond hair. braids...? ]
coordination: (Titty Tuesday!!!!)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-04 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
We'll have plenty of others!

[ Always aiming that much higher, this one. And that determination isn't just because as a leader he has to motivate others, but because he wants to believe in what he states and motivate himself.

He makes pretty quick work of what shredded meat he grabbed, after considering reheating it up some near the fire but impatiently deciding against it. Cold or warm, Yzak's not picky here where leftovers are concerned. ]


You haven't sensed anything new amiss, have you?

[ He kicks off his boots and slides back against the wall to join Blue, shoulder-to-shoulder. ]
construing: (predator.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-02-04 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ for a moment, she worried he was truly unconscious or something worse. when he speaks, she lets out the breath she had been holding. whatever is happening with him, being out under the double suns, getting chased by these assholes cannot be helping. ]

That I can do.

[ gwen climbs up the wall to the roof, the pads of her fingers clinging to the wood with ease. before she eases her head up, she takes another breath.

like last time, she thinks, her memory bringing up images of metal walls, guards. predator mode.

the hand on the wall turns black, then the very color and grain of the wood beneath it. a quick look down shows her entire body underwent the change. if not for blue strapped to her back, she would be wholly invisible. but she isn't going to shove her entire body over.

gwen slowly eases her head up to look at the bandits milling beneath. at first count, she sees four. looks like they haven't yet found their friend. not awful odds were she alone, but she's not, and putting the nice voice in her head at risk is a no-go.
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[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-04 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[as Yzak comes to settle in, Blue picks off the edge of blanket, quietly asking him to sit up a moment and take that corner for himself. no arguing, either!]

No. [...] I still can't sense him, either. That man... [the one whose life is entangled with the orb, the one who constructed that false town.]