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epidemiology2016-11-18 07:08 pm
futurologists) wrote in epidemiology2016-11-18 07:08 pm
Entry tags:
- ! event log,
- aang (a:tla),
- achilles (iliad),
- ana ramir (original),
- anakin skywalker (star wars),
- arima kishou (tokyo ghoul: re),
- elias ainsworth (tamb),
- fiona (borderlands),
- graham humbert (once upon a time),
- haise sasaki (tokyo ghoul: re),
- jesper fahey (grishaverse),
- jin kung (mortal kombat),
- kaz brekker (grishaverse),
- keats (folklore),
- keith (voltron),
- koltira deathweaver (world of warcraft),
- lance (voltron),
- lucina (fire emblem: awakening),
- lucy/nyuu (elfen lied),
- meallan lavellan (dragon age),
- miles upshur (outlast),
- olivia (fire emblem: awakening),
- rhys (borderlands),
- rocky (original),
- sonia nevermind (danganronpa 2),
- suyumkhe (original),
- tony stark (mcu),
- vaughn (borderlands),
- widowmaker (overwatch),
- youichi hiruma (eyeshield 21)
EVENT ★ I ASKED FOR WATER (SHE GAVE ME GASOLINE)
THE STORY SO FAR . . .  There's been a lot going on in Perdition's Rest. After Rey's encounter with the apparent leader of the Deemers, Jonathan Black, she and Keith alerted the rest of Team Audentes to their findings: the Deemers are not religious fundamentalists at all, but Qorral infected with parasites. According to this ALASTAIR file, the parasites are known as the Taraxa, and there is no cure for their host's condition. However, this transcript with ALASTAIR agent Lloyd, a Taraxa himself, suggests that there may be hope, however small, to return the infected Qorral to sapience. It's not a guarantee, and it may fail, but it is an option. Meanwhile, a mysterious someone burned down the saloon, to which the missing Miz Poppy was the proprietor. Clues found at the site seem to suggest that Miz Poppy herself, not the deceased Jonathan Black, is the actual leader of the Taraxa on this planet -- the Mother. But where exactly is she? And what ties does she have to the newly revealed Zymandis organization, ALASTAIR's enemy? Through all of this, the looming destruction of the planet continues: the Qorral's fracking method is still a threat, resulting in earthquakes and an unstable planet. This is a problem that still needs to be solved, whether through diplomacy or other methods -- particularly because it seems as though Zymandis, through the Deemers, wants to breach the planet's core and destroy this very timeline. It looks like you'll have a lot to do. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE Snow continues to fall, there's a chill in the air, and halfway through everything, an earthquake rocks the planet. But you have a job to do and your options are many. What will you do? PERDITION'S REST. The town of Perdition's Rest must be protected from Deemers and bandits alike; the Deemers now going after the town for their own reasons and the bandits taking advantage of the scattered ALASTAIR agents. Sheriff Holladay and her deputies are around, doing the best they can to keep up defenses. The mayor is in his office, along with his aide. If you suspect any of them, or any of the other named NPCs of being the Taraxa Mother or otherwise infected, now is the time to investigate. FRACKING FIELDS. The fracking fields are still suffering from the earthquake earlier in the mission, with sinkholes and giant sandworms dangerously littering the area. Qorral miners are preparing another round of fracking, sending a rolling earthquake that shakes the entire planet. The mining still needs to be stopped. If you try to reason with the Qorral, remember that argecite is required for their survival, so you'd better have a solution on-hand. If you try to destroy the equipment, well. . . you might save this planet. But what about the other argecite-rich planets in this galaxy? Of course, you could always try to stop the Qorral's mining some other way.  The Taraxa-infected Deemers must be taken care of. But the first step to that is trying to find them. Their main camp is located up in the mountains and seems to be the obvious choice, but after revealing themselves to ALASTAIR, the chances of finding them in the obvious place may be slim. Other possible Deemer hideouts may be one of the many abandoned bandit camps scattered throughout the desert: the forest, along the river that cuts through the canyon, in the shadow of mountains, or even in abandoned mine tunnels. Maybe trying to get answers from the Deemers is your speed. What is Zymandis? Where is Miz Poppy? Who is the Mother? Or something else . . . Or perhaps you'd like to capture some Deemers to bring them back to Oska, or try to extract the Taraxa from their skulls yourself. Or maybe you think it would be kinder to just kill them all. If Miz Poppy truly is the Mother, she has got to be around the camps somewhere. Kill her, capture her, talk her down, ask her questions. . . there are a lot of options. But you have to find her, first. If looking for Miz Poppy, please give us a number from 1-5 and we will RNG if you locate her. OTHER? If there is something else on which you'd like your character to focus, let us know! THE RULES.
OOC NOTES We suggest using the plotting post to plan groups before tagging! Following this log, there will be a final log for this mission, after which characters will return to Oska on 21 December. Please also remember we have a mandatory HMD on 23 November. Please direct all questions pertaining to the mission to the dossier page to keep questions and responses in one place for easy player reference. General game questions should be directed to the FAQ. Don't forget the Bounty Board! One this mission is over, you may no longer turn in its bounties. You can also request bounty missions or submit player plots at any time. |
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
PERDITION'S REST
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fiona / wildcard/closed
[ snags first comment with a lame wildcard prompt jeez wow. hmu if you want to do something or just toss me a starter and let's get this show on the road! ]
the meet;
but there's misdirection, too. they're looking at all kinds off things. pots, pans, someone's actual kitchen sink. the whole plan is about not drawing attention to themselves, they're not going to blow it just looking into things to buy.
kaz can see fiona paying attention to them, and they'd been pretty quiet this whole time so for the sake of normalcy, he turns to Jesper]
Nice cross-stitch, isn't it? Think we can take it back to the base and hang it up?
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vaughn + lancer
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hiruma, open.
for plotting, hit my thread up or add me at
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kaz brekker ★ big damn bandit con
feel free to threadjack between anyone in these threads to your heart's content unless it's a prompt that is specifically closed. if you need or want a top level prompt of your own (or you just have questions!), you are welcome to hit me up on that plotting post or
★ THE MEET
a. that doesn't look like a normal shopping list
[everyone knows that the key to any plan going well is ensuring that you have the right equipment. back in ketterdam, kaz had regular contacts who could get him whatever he wanted on the downlow. this mostly consisted of having various levels of blackmail on each other to ensure no one fessed up about the goings on, but that didn't quite work out the same way in perdition's rest. in fact, most of what kaz would otherwise consider "illegal goods" were usually just sitting out in plain sight under the guise of "mining equipment" or "necessities."
that wasn't the problem. the problem was making sure they didn't get caught buying a bunch of stuff that clearly implicated what they were doing. if a merchant was able to trace it back to them, and thus ALASTAIR, it would blow their whole plan. they aren't stupid about how they do things, though. they give fake names, don't dress in uniform, try to go when there's the less usual people at the trading post. they keep their hats pulled low and bandanas high and look at anything and everything, like the stuff they're buying is just your normal random assortment.
if pressed by a merchant they simply claim they're going to go into the old mines and look for treasure. nothing nefarious about that, right? just two boys looking for fun and profit.
but maybe you realize that seems too simple, or maybe you just really like the idea that maybe they've got explosives for something bigger than that. approach them and see what you can get out of them.]
b. let me pass you a drink, friend
[maybe you're a friend of jesper's or you've met kaz. maybe you're a friend of someone else who got roped into this ridiculous plan. kaz would rather know everyone he's working with than not, and while he might send you a message in your inbox he'd much rather invite you to share a drink around the campfire and get to know you that way. if you have questions or suggestions, now is the time to voice them before everyone gets in over their heads.
at least the fire is quaint despite the cold, and the camp they've set up actually seems pretty sturdy. (this isn't their first rodeo, despite their obvious youth.) kaz really will pass around a bottle of something that hopefully tastes good but he won't partake. he needs to be focused. but everyone else can be merry.]
What brings you to our camp, friend?
[hey, it's always good to make sure it's not just a unrelated rando.]
c. banditos r us
[okay now you're part of the group but, goodness, you really don't look the part. jesper is probably way better at confirming or denying your costuming choices, but you can take either boy to your local outfitter or stop by for their approval at camp. show off those fine new threads!
what's that, you don't know how to shoot a gun? you want a kick-ass training montage? heck yes we can provide that! you've never tried to talk like a bandit and you just want to show off your newly acquired accent? well now's a mighty fine time to make a showin'!
you and your fellow new "bandits" may end up having each other's backs in a firefight. might as well get to know each other now.]
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a. I meant to tag this yesterday amazing
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Twisted Fate
♠ always trouble | Meallan
It's colder now, snow drifting away. He's acquired a pair of gloves now to help stave off the chill of the air, and a handkerchief -- silk, of course -- hangs around his neck.
A card is flicked out from his sleeve and he twirls it between his fingertips idly, preparing to activate his trick. He hesitates, as he hears shouting the distance. Bandits, probably, and whoever is dealing with them? It's probably their problem, and he has other things to worry about.
Eventually, Twisted Fate sighs to himself.]
Life was hell of a lot easier a few months ago.
[Said no one. No one to hear it. Instead, he twirls his card faster to gain sight of just who is tangling with he assumes to be bandits out in the distance.]
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bloody Sunday | Lucy
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♦ OPEN NETWORK | un: cardmaster
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♥ jack of hearts | Koltira
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Jean-Pierre Polnareff
[A gun isn't his favorite weapon, but he'd had a lot of time to practice over the past few years. The second the bandits began their raids on Perdition's Rest, Polnareff had found himself a shotgun. Now he sits in the second story of an abandoned building, weapon pointed out the window, his expression cold and unflinching. He won't take potshots at bandits who haven't done anything yet, but the second they move to hurt someone or rob a place, all bets are off.
Later on, he'll make his way back downstairs, situating himself instead in the mouth of a dead-end alley. It's still more of the same: taking down bandit after bandit, his movements precise and mechanical. The only time he moves out of his hiding place is to help a fellow agent.]
Closed to Giorno;
[Throughout it all, Polnareff's kept an eye and ear open for Giovanna. They aren't a team, and by all accounts Giorno can take care of himself, but still. He feels tied to the boy, and that connection likely goes two ways, no matter how much Giorno distrusts him now.
A wave of bandits hits the city, a preplanned attack that overwhelms even the best of their agents. Explosions are set off towards the north, and while everyone rushes to try and put out the numerous fires set, the bandits hit. Polnareff hesitates, torn between the two emergencies, before turning back to set his sights on the bandits. There's a gang of them cornering someone in an alley, and with a silent sigh he cocks his gun.]
C. Wildcard
[So long as it's in Perdition's Rest, Polnareff is open to anything. Want your character to be rescued? Want your character to do some rescuing? Want them to get a drink or fight together or whatever? Hit me up, yo.]
KICKS IN THE DOOR
[Which is what gets him, of course. He's so busy looking for someone that he's meant to be taking care of that he doesn't realize he's the one in danger. He looks like an easy target, he knows, and when he turns to see the bandits pushing towards him in the mouth of the alley, he knows they've seen it, too.]
Mista--!
[Instinctive, and then he growls in frustration, because Mista isn't here--but Gold Experience is, and a button in his hand becomes a snake wrapped around his wrist, so quick and so instinctive that he doesn't even entirely know what kind it is.]
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open + closed
i. dust to dust [CLOSED to HAISE]
[ Given the importance of the information contained in the recovered holodiscs, Aqua's decided to (belatedly) join in the hunt herself, combing the canyon caves along the river for any signs of the missing fragments. The landmark makes it easier to navigate solo, as opposed open stretches of desert, though she's forced to exercise greater care against ambush from the cavern shadows...
—That said, she's busy inspecting a patch of dry ground a distance from the water when she suddenly picks out a distant figure from her peripheral. Not much time to cast a spell, but there's a jutting rock wall nearby that she darts behind for cover. After erasing herself with a hasty Command, she peers over the edge to catch a better glimpse of the approaching stranger... ]
ii. desert blues [CLOSED to LUCINA]
[ The clock is running out, and the mining drills inching ever closer to the core of the planet and destruction of the timeline. Aqua sets off toward the fracking fields with the intent to intervene with the mining efforts, but it's soon clear the wild desert already has a head start.
There's the telltale dust of angry sandworms gathering near a cluster of metal machinery, the cloud rising with shouts of alarm from the Qorral workers in the path of the approaching assault. The ground splinters and roils underneath like a boiling pot, and Aqua doubles her speed, wind whistling around the wings of her glider.
She only pauses in her breakneck course when she eyes another ALASTAIR recruit below her, undoubtedly heading in the same direction though currently deterred by the shaking terrain. She lowers her aircraft until it skims the ground beside the other girl. ]
I can take us both there, if you're able to hang on.
[ No time for introductions!!!! The sandworms are gaining and Aqua only needs a quick affirmation from Lucina, and a leap of faith into the 'passenger seat'. (Disclaimer: There is no passenger seat, she'll have to stand.) ]
iii. perdition's best [OTA]
[ Or worst, depending on your perspective. In the heat of battle it's hard to know at any given time who's ally, bandit or Deemer—no way to study the strange, coordinated movements of the Taraxa hosts when busy seeking cover from the constant pour of bullets.
Aqua's pressed against a stack of crates (reinforced with a giant block of magical ice to buffer against the gunfire), breath noticeably stilted as she tries to regain enough focus for another barrage of spells. The mage's equivalent of loading a pistol, though fortunately for her ammunition is never in short supply.
Still, the numbers are not ideal, and not everyone in Audentes is a self-generating firearm. She glances to her nearest ally, also sharing her cover. ]
How are you holding up?
iv. bandages optional [OTA]
[ Ironically, she's going to be asking the same question as above some hours later—seriously bruh are you keeping yourself together... Whether it's a contusion or mild concussion, she's looking to administer curative magic and potions.
At present she's seated with one of the local victims from the ambush, patching up a bullet wound with a soft pulse of light from her fingertips. After finishing the job, she glances up and, upon noticing an injury on your recruit, motions them over wordlessly. ]
iv. ok here i am -- i didn't go with tears just in case of spoilers sweats
She does step over when the other girl indicates she should step forward, but instead of moving to sit, she smiles and says: ] It is alright, there are many others that need your help first, I believe. Perhaps this gentleman.
[ She reaches out to lead another local forward, wincing when her hands come into contact with the bleeding local man's arm. ] I tried to do a little, but I cannot handle such an intricate task at the moment. I apologise.
iv. WAH HELLO! ...misinterprets everything anyway orz!!!
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iii; swears all over this disney character ig, shizuo no....im so sorry
I'M SO GLAD... his rage gives me strength...
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i'm sorry i laughed, BLESS
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let's goooo
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iv?? i'll be honest i completely forgot what we agreed to do
aSDFKL we'll just wing it... uwu
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SORRY I'M FINALLY BACK
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iii-ish, adds to your pile sorry 8)
i'm not sorry uwu
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giogio ♛ ota
☆ all of these starters have the potential to get gory, b & c especially!
☆ i'd like to limit responses to b & c to like 3-4 each because giorno is a sneaky enough dude that he would take care not to get caught, within limits, etc.
☆ if i get mod feedback that extracting the taraxa is ultimately unsuccessful, i will add another option for mercy killing the deemers ;3a
☆ if you have any questions or want a personalized starter, hmu via pp or at
♛ perdition's rest
B ☆ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ
C ☆ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ
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jin & miles; closed
unfortunately, he hasn't got any longterm plans to fix this. that's everyone else's job; he's better at jumping straight into the fray. fortunately, miles is also an impulsive asshole who is real great at wrecking shit for quick fixes-- and with the know-how necessary to homebrew a bunch of bombs out of, idk, hair gel. god knows what that guy knows how to do.
but hey. questions later: explosions now. with the dusk setting in at last, it's time for the two of them to get to work. miles is overwhelmingly their bomb pack mule as they approach the fracking fields. even if jin's got a few bombs tucked away into a bag.
they're shaded by the silhouette of one of the massive fracking drilling rigs as they pass beneath it. jin shifts his things carefully-- definitely don't want any of these going up now-- and turns to miles.]
We got enough for this thing?
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so, miles makes bombs.
it's an old skill. the sort you pick up in your youth, before doing a stint in juvie for blowing up a dumpster in the alley behind your uncle's apartment block because god damn you're nothing but curiosity and hormonal fury at the world. you're fourteen, and you know how to make explosives. you know how to order what you need, just by pretending to be your eighth grade chemistry teacher, and while you're failing class, you think you should get bonus points for your audacity. it probably saves your life, in the future, when you're pinned in basra. ]
I don't know. [ he hefts one, like it's not a CAN FULL OF BOOM -- ] If not, I suggest we get creative.
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sonia nevermind | ota (with some closed prompts)
ღ I am only doing one general open top level, but if you want to do something specific lmk @
ღ Sonia will be staying mostly in the PR area to try and help defend the camp and help with medicinal things. She isn't a healer, but she has enough knowledge of medicine to help a little.
ღ PLEASE NOTE that some spoilers may come up in threads, so also lmk here if you want to avoid those!
PR: ota
Sonia did not arrive with a weapon, so it means she has to reach for whatever is on hand. A plank of wood is the best she can do when groups start rushing in, trying to take advantage of everything suddenly going crazy. She'd tried to stop Hiruma before, but outside of that she's stayed out of the way of everything as much as possible.
She's in a little over her head here, which is all the more obvious when she starts swinging around that plank of wood, smacking Bandits and Deemers alike. It's actually possible she'll end up smacking a fellow member with it out of sheer panic. ]
Fuck-- Jesus-- Why-- [ It's actually just a torrent of swear words that slip out with every hit as well, and it isn't as though she's been lucky enough to avoid being hurt in return. Her jacket has been cut open in places, there's a burn mark on her cheek from a bullet she just managed to dodge.
Nothing is okay. ]
There are-- [ All in all, this is not a good day. ] --too many of them. Where is everyone?!
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wildcard bc i still don't play by the rules
screw the rules yet again [yesyes]
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closed } one flash of light, but no smoking pistol
As expected, he arrives first to their designated meeting place, his unconscious bandit bound with a Level One Bakudo (leaving the Deemer on his knees with his arms locked behind his back by what appears to be absolutely nothing) out of fear that anything stronger might cause considerable damage.
He hasn't really gotten much out of him conversationally by the time the others arrive, though that's not for a lack of trying. When Anakin, Shiro, and Loki approach the shinigami and his captive, the Deemer is in the middle of spewing a lot of insults about Urahara's parentage with some other more nonspecific insults while Urahara sits crosslegged in front of him with his elbow in his lap and his hand resting on his chin, expression bored.]
Well, you don't have to be mean about it.
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the buckles on his jacket clink softly as he approaches, an air of casual ease around him as he comes to tactlessly eye rake the Deemer through the spew of unrelated vulgarities.
still late, yet punctual (he's a god, he can show up whenever he means to). ]
Ah, hello there. You've certainly caused a lot of trouble, haven't you? I hate to break it to you, but this isn't a nineteen fifties sci-fi flick.
[ the Deemer glares at him and Loki just gives a little wave in response. ]
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rhys | ota
open ★ perdition's rest
His golden eye is lit up and glowing a bit eerily. It's definitely unnatural, if nothing else, although it's probably also somewhat unsettling for someone to see it focused on them. Despite its slightly ominous appearance, he's not charging up an eye laser to kill anybody, he's just doing an ECHO eye scan. Mostly to see if anyone's been slugged, but also because invading privacy is his shtick.
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open ★ fracking fields
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keith | ota
[Let's face it: Keith has an idea of what he wants to do thanks to Lloyd's advice, but an idea isn't the same thing as actually doing it. He clears out the general store of everything that looks like it could knock someone out. That means any medical supplies, chloroform, or anything like that. Truthfully, he doesn't exactly know what he's doing, but without all of the alcohol from the saloon—because, you know, it was set on fire—he's stuck trying to play chemist.
Here's another big "let's face it" moment: Keith is not a chemist. He's built explosives before, but without Google (or whatever Voltron's version of Google is) and a lot of indifference toward people giving a crap about his search history (which, if there was Google here, he wouldn't care either), he doesn't know where to begin on mass knocking people out. Or knocking them out one by one.]
Okay ... so how am I supposed to get this inside of them? [he asks ... himself, holding up a bottle of a clear liquid. It might sound like he's talking to whoever's closest to him, however. After all, he's sitting with a pile of his collection in front of him on a blanket. Keith definitely looks like he could use advice, anyway.]
protecting the Qorral hosts
[If it weren't for Lloyd saying that there was a slim chance of saving the hosts by bringing them back to Oska (and in those exact steps), Keith might not be doing this. Heck, he might just be going along with the plan to yank them out themselves. But no, no, he has to do things in the most simple and narrow-minded way possible. Because ... he's Keith.
That means he's also determined to round up the hosts and keep them from dying.
Aware of the fact that there will be those who want to just off them, he's going to be alert once they all get close to where they think the Deemers are hiding out. Ever had a scrappy, not very competent fighter of a teenager attack you because he thinks that's a solid plan? Because that's what's going to be happening, especially if you (aka an Audentes recruit) decides to go about the immediate killing route.
But don't worry: Keith isn't exactly a good fighter. And he's good at bickering and arguing about morality, even if his arguments don't always make a lot of sense.]
[ooc: basically, this is a prompt of Keith trying to stop people from killing hosts. I'm allllllll for him being knocked out, found later, or basically being completely ineffectual. he's a mecha pilot with a sword that he wasn't really trained to use ... and with little impulse control. have at the kid. or have at finding the kid after he's been knocked out. whatever works!]
Zymandis questions: closed to Stiles
[The most annoying thing about someone like Loki is the fact that he's often right. It's not even just Loki who gets through Keith's tunnel vision. It's Urahara and a number of others, too. No matter what is happening here, Zymandis decided to take a rather complicated route to screwing up this planet. They took hosts one by one so that they could carry out what they wanted to do. When forced to slow down and think about it, it doesn't add up. It really doesn't add up.
Darn it, Loki. Because ... yes, Keith decides this is mostly Loki's fault. Loki had been right about the multiverse. Loki's probably right about this.
But like heck is he going to go to Loki for help. So the next best option is ... Stiles. Yeah, he could go to one of his teammates, but things are weird with Lance, Pidge is probably doing a lot of science, and Keith is fairly certain Shiro is somehow managing Leader Stuff. Rey might not be a bad resource, but since she's still feeling the ache of killing the Reverend, it's better to find someone else. That someone else is an equally unfocused individual. Somehow, two people with zero focus can lead to more focus, right? That's how math works, right?
Uh, anyway, Keith seeks out Stiles with a notebook and pen he picked up from the general store.]
I need your help with an investigation. [They're both people with like minds. Maybe they can ... draw an investigation board.]
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but of course, Stiles, being Stiles, doesn't ask for help at all — if there's investigating to be done, why should he distract anyone else from the things they're doing? defending the town, hunting the bandits, helping extract the Taraxa. none of that is something he could help with... so he'll stick to his own thing and hopefully, hopefully not end up getting nothing done.
that is why Keith finds Stiles somewhere near the Sheriff's office (though far enough to not seem incriminating...), the interactive holoface open in front of him, something where he seems to be writing things: Rev. Black, some dates starting from a year back, some numbers. nothing related to the Zymandis, but he figured he'd put together something about the information he found in the Sheriff's files...
... so way ahead of you there, buddy. though he closes the app when Keith approaches, not because he doesn't want him to see it but because Keith is approaching directly behind the whole thing, making it hard to see him with it open on his Magitek. ]
... wait, what? [ instead of a smart remark, though, ] I mean... yeah, why not. I've kinda hit a wall with mine, anyway.
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Widowmaker | OTA
Toss me a prompt or a starter and we'll roll. (Closed prompts below)]
For McCree
This was something she was almost expecting and she berated herself mentally as she dove from her cover under a hail of gunfire, landing on the ground in a roll before she launched herself to her feet and sprinted, weaving through a group of bandits and dispatching a few of them on her way through.
They'll come to later, probably angry, but that's not her problem.
In response the others turn attention to her instead of the retreating Qorral as she vaults over a nearby crate to use as fleetingly temporary cover, leaning over the side of it to return fire. She's on the move again once she spots something more solid, keeping low to the ground until she's safely behind it.
Then she notices she's not quite alone.]
Well, Cowboy. Still enjoying your stay here?
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Perdition's Rest
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MILLSTONE, ASHER | OPEN + CLOSED PROMPTS
network, un: I CAN B UR DADDY | OPEN
waddup party peeps, sexy peeps, murder peeps, whatevaaaaa
["murder peeps"]
i'm not really down with the kind of blowin datz been goin on as of late lmao
but i guess we're stuck btwn 2 really shit choices
if anyone's in need of a ride or know of some locals who need savin, holla at ur boiii
(ps: if ur hurt i'll cum get u, we'll get u healed up and then we can get TURNT up ya feel)
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un: sai; i'm so sorry in advance
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text | username: xXx_trueblue_xXx
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text; un: navigator
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audio ( un: m.upshur )
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action, closed | HIRUMA
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Lucy/Nyuu | OTA + Closed
Trigger warnings include blood, gore, self-harm, and suicidal thoughts. See Lucy/Nyuu's opt-out post if you'd like to avoid that in the future.]
Closed; Sakura; Urahara and Rocky
[Nyuu had taken to ushering the townspeople to safer places, all of them keeping low to avoid the bullets flying through the air. However, during one of her rounds, she spots a familiar face amid the chaos. It's Sakura, but that's not all... She sees a Deemer woman taking aim at the other girl's back.]
SAKURA-CHAN!
[Nyuu's already running by the time that scream erupts from her throat, throwing herself in front of Sakura just as the Deemer's gun fires.
It hits her right in the chest where her heart is, tearing through her white Audentes uniform and staining it red with blood, creating a red circle around the entry wound.]
Closed to Urahara and Rocky (Lucy)
[While someone with Lucy's abilities could be stealthy if they wanted to, that wasn't her style, which is why she simply walks into one of the Deemers' hideouts once she finds it after having her vectors carry her across the snow, eerily calm. Right away, she's met with a barrage of bullets, but none of them hit her due to the vectors acting as shields. The spent bullets fall to the ground just in front of her feet. As the stunned Deemers reload their weapons, Lucy's vectors push off the ground, catpulting their user right into the middle of the group, making some of the men and women jerk back in surprise.
There were times when Lucy taunted her prey, but this time she's silent. No words were needed to give her vectors commands, all she needed was her mind. She thinks of killing the Deemers with her "other hands" and in the blink of an eye, three of them are decapitated, spurting blood from their necks.
Another thought, but this time she kills another two by slicing them in half horizontally with deadly precision, more blood flying from their open bodies, staining both the ground and Lucy's white uniform, painting it red. The Deemers' innards make sickening plop noises as they spill out and hit the ground near Lucy's feet.
Only then does Lucy finally break her silence with depraved laughter, like she was proud of the slaughter. Why did people worry about the Deemers? Infested with parasites or not, they hardly seemed like a challenge.]
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stiles stilinski ◐ closed & wildcard
i realize that makes this like... half-closed glhjgl but! feel free to jump in if you'd like c: ]
; to lucina
is it a great plan? well, uh... no, probably not. is it a plan he's executing well? nope, definitely not. but it's a plan, and a plan is better than no plan, and thus this fine afternoon finds the rest of the town very much under attack, and Stiles... ah, it finds Stiles crouched in front of the back door, leading to the Sheriff's office, some formerly-hairpins-now-lockpicks in his hand.
yeah, not suspicious at all... and even more suspicious is the way he jumps up when Lucina approaches him, flailing and nearly knocking himself over while loudly exclaiming, ]
This is so not what it looks like, I was, uh, I was testing out the security! This is a security test. [ pls??? don't throw him in jail, he'd have to call the Spiders to break him out and that'd be bad press... ]
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lance | ota!
[ it's the most serious anyone can sound while also possibly emitting a low whine that may or may not be ten kinds of petulant. but keith wouldn't listen to him, and everyone is suddenly GEARING UP ALL AROUND HIM, so lance is feeling a little desperate, okay?
so desperate, in fact, that he'll stop your character on the spot (maybe even with a hand on your arm! shoulder! inoffensive body part!) just to deliver one last attempt at a please. ]
If we just try and speak to these alien slug things, they'll probably understand, right? I mean — we aren't seriously thinking of fighting these people, are we? They're brain-jacked!
B | OFF-DUTY | PR, POST-DEEMERS
to his credit, he tries not to draw much attention to himself. which in itself is probably enough to warrant attention, because since when does lance not want to be the center of it? but he is much quieter now, subdued and almost withdrawn as he wanders around aimless, occasionally passing a hand down his face, through his hair, around his neck. should he happen to make eye contact with anybody, he flashes them a quick, strained smile and thumbs up...
before swiftly turning towards the nearest barrel and promptly throwing up into it.
eurgh... sorry... hope that wasn't yours... ]
C | WILDCARD
( lucina )
Thanks for agreeing to do this, [ he says, and he is grateful. she's one of the only people who said she would, even when common sense probably dictates she shouldn't. still, he firmly believes it's worth a shot, and if no one is willing to take it, then he, the designated sharpshooter of the team (voltron, that is. it's... a little tougher to figure out where he stands here) will have to be the one to do it.
still, he can't help feeling a little antsy as he and lucina wander towards the outskirts of town. if it were just himself, or one of his other paladins, he might feel a bit better about it. but as competent as lucina is with that sword, its dependency on closed-ranged attacks leaves him feeling a little wary. ]
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It is both figurative and literal. He had expected to run against hostile forces, but the fervor with which they fought was unexpected, and he was hideously rusty in self-defense. His life of peace had been preferable for so many reasons, but as the weapons had been raised and bullets began to fly, he realized that there were many things that it had left him somewhat unprepared for.
Whatever creature Elias was, it was a creature naturally aspected to destruction, to death. He made the conscious decision many centuries ago to abstain from his crueler, baser impulses, and he was fortunate that they were relatively easy to resist. Force was something he abstained from not because violence upset him, but because he knew it would be all too easy to reawaken the hunger he had for the sundering of flesh, the severing of a living soul from its mortal vessel. As he moved to dodge attacks where he could, sinking towards shadow where he could not, realizing that he would have to retaliate—something about him began to change. The solidity of his form (particularly the clothing he wore) seemed to shift, blurring into mist at the edges, strings of the matter beginning to trail off of him, bristling with black thorns. Those thorns were a recurring motif—his primary method for incapacitating the attacking Deemers was summoning bristling spikes from the shadows near them, entangling them into painful cages, keeping them pinned with spines of shadow stabbing into them.
Several of them most likely wouldn't recover from their wounds, though others might. Once they stopped firing, he trained himself to move on. He couldn't focus too long on the act of it, the aftermath, the bodies of flesh left behind as the immortal soul slipped away. No, that was dangerous.
They end up with three in fairer health, subdued and restrained. Elias spares a red glance to his companion, a girl who he had not allowed himself to underestimate (and for good reason, as he had observed in the fray moments before). When circumstances were not so dire, he would have to inquire about the power she wielded, but for now...
I did. [The woman's words weighed heavily on him. Taking a step closer to where she was bound, the unraveled pieces of his form trailing behind him.] There are several possibilities. [Said as he looms over her, red eyes glaring.] One is that she is lying. Another would be that she is not. And the third is that she believes she is not, but what she believes in is not the truth of the situation.
[He turns over his shoulder to look to where Shuyi stood.] What do you think? [He has only recently arrived, thrust into this situation with little information. His opinion might be useful for an unbiased view, but for this... he isn't sure.]
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i'm so sorry, i'm eternally the latest
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keats | ota
[Keats has a lot of experience with battling strange creatures. Back home, with his newly-obtained powers, he had quite the number of strange encounters - everything from giant electric eels to melting swamp creatures to strange living rooms made of flesh. He's defeated them all, so a sandworm won't be much trouble...right?]
[Judging by the scene that's going on the outskirts of the fracking fields, it certainly looks like trouble. For one, there's a sandworm on fire, flailing about with a hideous screech. There are a few Deemers, warily standing several feet away, unsure what to do. And then here's Keats, the perpetrator of this terrible sandworm arson, currently running in a direction away from where the others are trying to access the mining equipment. If he sees anyone in his way, he'll gesture for them to move, his tone urgent:]
Move, move, move, move it, come on, it's mighty pissed off and we need to lead it away from the others before it goes on a rampage!
[Because, sure enough, the sandworm is definitely on the warpath now, barreling towards Keats with an aggressive enough speed to send sand raining down on the people around them. Better move fast!]
b) who ordered a walking talking glowstick
[It's nighttime. Keats has been trying to approach the fracking fields after battling his way through a few angry worms, but as he's found out, doing it during the day is only going to get him a load of angry Deemers on his tail.]
[He's managed to escape his previous attempts, luckily, so now he has to try another way to get to the machinery he needs to destroy. Except, there's a big problem.]
[Keats needs to use his powers to break the things apart, but activating his abilities result in his eyes glowing like they've become purple lightbulbs. He can't even narrow his eyes enough to lessen the light - bright purple steam sometimes wafts out of them lazily, adding insult to injury. He curses under his breath - he's been standing here far enough from the machinery not to get noticed yet, but this whole glowing thing is really not helping matters much. He glances towards whoever is nearby.]
I should've invested in damn sunglasses. How in the world am I going to get close enough without drawing their attention...?
c) wildcard
[Keats will be spending most of his effort on the fracking fields, fighting off sandworms and destroying machinery! If you want me to write you a prompt, just pp me or hit me up at vampirize on plurk with your ideas!!]
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...I'll deal with them. [ He says it with such a noncommittal tone that one has to wonder if he's serious about it. But he is indeed very serious about it as he watches the Deemer's patterns of movement ever so closely. ]
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Tony Stark ⊛ (ota).
[ thanks to urahara, some of the scientists on the team have an underground hideout, packed with scavenged equipment that they've cobbled into a working laboratory. the goal? to try to create a suitable synthetic replacement for argecite to use in convincing the qorral to cease fracking once and for all. tony's thrown himself headlong into the task, relieved to have something to put some razor-sharp focus into, at the expense of thinking about anything else. particularly since pepper left, a moment which has sent him into a drunken sulk that has lasted for the last month of their stay here and rendered him pretty unhelpful recently. and irritating company, no doubt, for anyone who dared to try to talk him out of his funk, only to be met with the most caustic side of his tongue.
he's still feeling snarky, but some of his humor has returned now that he has a goal to work towards, and he can be found at any and all hours of the day or night down there, working on jury-rigging machinery, pouring over blueprints, and overseeing the process in a very hands-on fashion.
he also keeps the place popping with tunes that stream out of the speakers of the iron man suit sitting in the corner. he totally imported his entire playlist that he custom ordered from home. ]
0 2 ⊛ t o w n • a i n ' t • b i g • e n o u g h | around perdition's rest
[ when he's not drowning his pain in being an irritating genius, tony can sometimes be spotted around the town - getting his goatee touched up the barber shop, getting fitted for a nice period-appropriate suit at the tailor's, and more often than not, checking on the alarm system that he and peter parker devised to try to alert the locals when deemers or bandits draw near.
or, y'know, downing a bottle of whiskey while watching some horses mill around.
he avoids wandering around in the iron man suit that he constructed much, because he has a feeling that it'll be off-putting to the locals. he does, however, keep the gun that gilgamesh gave him a holster at his side. ]
0 3 ⊛ w i l d • c a r d | choose your own adventure
[ feel free to add/ping me on
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Keeping them down here, even if it is around questionably moral geniuses, at least preempts any remaining Deemers from flooding the place looking to free their lost comrades and infect any of the Audentes for fun and profit. He may have been a detention officer centuries ago, but pouring all of his focus into that would drive him crazy, so here he is with his jars of slugs, hanging out on the ground behind Tony's workbench, methodically tinkering with a pair of googles.] It's nice to see you up and at it again, Tony-san.
[if you think he didn't notice the correlation between Pepper leaving and Tony being a distant, caustic jerk, there are bridges in the desert on the real estate market, but, you know, that's Urahara. He's had his own shit to deal with. But he noticed, and that's basically worth something to... friendship.]
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18 years later, here i am!
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