quietplacelogs | MOD LOG #3

MOD LOG #3

Arriving in style
Content Warnings: Fighting, death, violence
Themes: Survival, plot

It's early in the day when it happens. The red dust that seems to be everywhere sweeps through the city streets, mixing with the steady patter of rain and making it hard to see and breathe. All red and leaving the taste of copper if inhaled, what could have been an easy day without any trouble quickly becomes anything but. While those in the community are heading for cover or finding ways to continue on through it, the new arrivals begin waking up in different cities all over the world. There won't be anyone to greet them, and leaving the room through the door is their choice - after doing so, they'll immediately step out into the city they were assigned. The streets are empty, houses abandoned, everything crumbling and in ruins. There will be signs noting their location, which they'll catch a glimpse of before a sharp push forward causes darkness to engulf them.

Waking up for the second time, in Reims but not in the Reset Room, they'll come to inside the red dust as it whips through the streets of the community. They won't be alone for long. Another person will be waking up beside them, and after a few moments of disorientation, try to attack. They might have weapons or use their hands, and they will not stop until they've taken a fatal blow. Their blood is dust, and they, along with their weapons, disintegrate after they've died. Can you stop them on your own? Will someone come to your aid?

The Sight of Lightning
Content Warnings: Poison, sex
Themes: Survival, plot

The day after the storm, the same red dust will find its way through Reims and come into contact with every person. Since the dust is everywhere, some might not notice that it's floating through the community and know that something is off. The effects don't begin until night fall, where everyone will feel the desire to seek out companionship of many different kinds. Though it is not always the case, the people that saw each other in color will "want" to be with that person more strongly than they might already, and will be more likely to confess or do something about it. Some might feel an intense need to be around another person, though not necessarily sexually - almost as if they need that person around them to be happy or content. For some, it might be a desire that can only be fulfilled by more than one person.

The effects wear off the next time the person gets wet. This can be a splash of water across the face or fully submerged. Or even drinking something.

OOC
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NAVIGATION

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[ Oh, he's soaked from the rain and that damnable dust is still everywhere but that is not deterring Karma from taking on a couple of the so-called 'dust people' in the least.

So that is precisely just how Noël will find Karma.

In the middle of a 'scuffle' with one of them and a grin on his face as he moved. The ease of his movements implied that he wasn't an amateur in fighting in the slightest, dodging without any real problems and dealing out some kicks. At least until one wrong step had him slipping on some wet, slick ground and the attacker lashed out in a way that sent him backward and he landed on the ground hard enough to knock the air out from his lungs.

Of course it wouldn't be so easy to keep up fighting when it was this wet and rainy. Though this posed something of a problem, didn't it? Especially when another one of those 'people' came forwards with the intent to attack as well. ]

[At first, he doesn't see much more than a red blur, more vivid than the dust, bobbing and weaving in the pouring rain. He can make out the lines of a body as he gets closer, the bright flash of teeth as Karma grins, the shadowy shape of the person he's fighting..... How much Karma looks like he's enjoying himself just makes him want to swear at the recklessness of a fight like this.

And then, the boy slips, and he really does swear. He starts running, a long black staff materializing in his hand as he sweeps it out in a broad arc. A spray of dozens of icicles whizzes over Karma's prone body, each razor sharp and about the size of a knitting needle. It's unlikely that a defensive gesture like that will kill anyone--he doesn't murder humans, after all. But he definitely won't stand by and let a kid get slaughtered by guys like this, either!]

Idiot! What the hell do you think you're doing?! Get up!

[ While he could handle himself, environmental mishaps always did happen when one was human and the ground was wet. He was already cursing under his breath, preparing to get himself to his feet when something whizzed past him, knocking back the others who had been about to attack him.

Frowning a bit, Karma got to his feet and turned his attention to the newcomer after slicking back his bangs so they wouldn't keep getting in his eyes, grinning slightly. ]

Already was planning on that. Thanks for the assist there.

[ Casting a look towards the ground, it was short lived as he lashed a kick out toward one of the attackers who thought they could try and act while he was distracted. ]

Didn't quite expect the ground would be that slippery right here, but it happens.

It's raining, what did you expect? Keep your eyes on your targets!

[Why yes, he is scolding Karma while barely even looking at him. He's more preoccupied by the fact that dust is leaking out of the stab wounds where the icicles have buried themselves, not blood. That's..... not human. That's not possible for a human. Are these some manner of monsters, then?

Suddenly, he's not feeling quite as restrained about injuring them--he wants to make sure. He lets loose a flurry of snowflakes that glitter and twirl like crystal shuriken this time--something that slashes as well as pierces, in an effort to confirm their inhumanity.]

[ Something about the tone the other man used just reminded him horribly of being chastised by Karasuma. Talk about a touch of nostalgia. A grin split across his face in an instant, his soft laughter almost missed amongst the rainfall hitting the ground. ]

Yes sir. I won't make that mistake again, promise!

[ Though admittedly he is impressed by the skills the man is using, taking this moment to knee the closest 'person' in the stomach and shoving them into the spray of sharp snowflakes without the slightest hesitation. ]

[Noël just makes an aggravated noise at Karma's laughter; he really doesn't see why a fight to the death should be amusing, after all. Still, as dust spurts from the wounds his attack leaves, he nods to himself, expression hardening and body language shifting. It's a subtle change, but one that Karma is probably intimately familiar with, no doubt--the sign of doubt and uncertainty giving way to true killing intent. If these things really are inhuman, there's no reason to hold back any longer, right?]

Freeze, messenger of darkness! Neige en cristal!

[Another slash of his staff, and a wave of ice crackles into existence, enveloping one of the dust people from head to toe and halting him in mid-stride. There's a moment's hesitation, a focused glare, and the icy prison responds to his silent command. It shatters, exploding in a vicious spray of dust and ice shrapnel; even he's a little surprised to find that there's not even a trace of a body left at all.]

[ Just endlessly amused by the noise that he got in response to his laughter, Karma straightened up with a grin. His gaze cut back to the older man and picked up on the familiar body language; the type he was inherently familiar with. There was the following moment where that impressive display of magic was shown off in a matter of mere moments, causing a bit of a shocked expression to cross his features briefly.

Only to be followed by a low whistle and clap of his hands. ]

That was exceptionally vicious and impressive all at the same time. I'll admit i've never seen anyone pull off something like that. Not even my teacher could have pulled off anything of that level.

[ In other words it was a genuine compliment there, Noël. ]

[Even Noël can't help but grimace at the other dust person's fate; they bear the full fury of the explosion and its shrapnel, not unlike instinctively catching a thrown grenade the moment before it detonates. It's easier to watch them crumble into dust this way, with nothing obscuring their view. Easy to reassure himself that he was right, and that there's no need to feel remorse for murder. After all, if he hadn't, they would have slaughtered him where they stood, right?

The rain is already pounding their fallen forms into mud by the time he turns back to Karma, silently grateful he's not stuck with a terrified teenager on his hands. Even if the boy doesn't take fighting nearly as seriously as he could, he's clearly fazed by neither death nor magic. What kind of life must he have led before coming here?]

Thanks. What's your teacher capable of?

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