MOD LOG #3

[bequiet]

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
From your mods:

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NAVIGATION

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Comments

[gotyourselfapilot]

[ Poe watches her for a moment. She probably needed a break after beating that attacker to dust. The attacker bit it pretty good. But he was curious as to how all of this was happening. Also he hadn't seen Maria before. Was she new? Were the arrivals coming from the sandstorm? Wait...

Wait... did she just say that the knife disappeared too? ] Hold on. His knife disappeared? Where did he stab you?

[ The events seem to get stranger but from behind Maria, he sees more figures approaching. ] Blast! You're going to have to answer that later. We got company coming from behind you.

[rakuyo]

[Maria rolls her shoulders and stands to face the incoming forces. With her blade, she'd have no trouble cutting them all down. Unarmed and outnumbered, a fight could get dicey, even with all the hunter's skill. Curious, she reaches into her coat, feeling herself not so ill equip after all.

Standing well ahead from Poe, but not directly in front of him, Maria stands solid against the approach. An attacker shambles close brandishing another knife. As he swings for her, she shifts backward and disappears in a puff of silver flecks, which dissipate into the rain like the dust did. She reappears with a similar burst of light, only a few steps behind where she had been, nearly beside Poe, and now she has time to draw her blunderbuss from her jacket. She lifts the weapon without care to accuracy, enemy so close it would hit nearly point blank regardless of where she aims. The antique weapon hisses and fires, sound thunderously loud as a round exploded out and blew the hostile off his feet and into dust with a single shot. A weapon like that doesn't have a second shot ready, would need to be reloaded, which they don't have time for.

Maria flips it in her hand, gloved hand grasping the still hot barrel, ready to swing it at the next man to crack him across the skull. Seems his companion being blown away wasn't a deterrent, another sign these forms where phantoms or gone mad, both cause for Maria to put them out of their misery without hesitation.]

[gotyourselfapilot]

[ Poe almost feels useless as the other woman does all of the work. However, he can't help but watch her movements as if she had done this very thing for years. But what she does next surprises him. She poofs into silver dust before coming back. The blunderbuss is loud at first and it settles him. He's used to blasters but an actual gun not so much. The sound makes him take a step back while watching the attacker spray out the dust that looks bloody. His mouth is parted and he's a bit off guard, not seeing another attacker coming up to flank.

He's almost a bit late when he sees a wooden club get swung at him. Poe dodges before he can get whacked by it. The club comes after him again and he grabs the end of it with both hands. He yanks it forward towards him while kicking a leg at the attacker's chest to get them to loose their grip on it. The wooden club becomes an improvised weapon for Poe to use. He quickly uses it smacking the attacker as he's the one caught off guard now. And he doesn't stop at one smack, he does it again hard on the head several times before the attacker turns to dust and the club disappears from his hand. It's not so bad to do this. There's no guilt that comes either since it feels necessary to do since the situation almost feels never ending. ]

[rakuyo]

[Reloading her weapon, she keeps Poe in her peripheral vision as he dispenses of the other attacker. She spots a third coming up behind him and lifts her weapon to fire. It sizzles and clicks, gun too soaked in the rain to spark and explode. Without much hesitation, she changes her grip on the iron weapon and hurls it with force, clocking the assailant in the temple. It's not serious damage, just enough to send them stumbling, giving Poe time to turn around and react to them himself]

[gotyourselfapilot]

[ As Poe is collecting himself from his attacks and realizing what had transpired. He hears the weapon hit someone behind him. There's a bit of surprise as he turns to his side to glance over at Maria. She actually was watching his back which is something he appreciates. Poe though will charge at the assailant while they are daze and punches them hard across the jaw causing them to go down. He stops there not really wanting to punch them to oblivion as Maria had done. At least not with his fists. A bat or another weapon would make it quick. ]

[rakuyo]

[Maria is fine finishing off the kill, when Poe hesitates for a weapon. She closes the gap and lifts a food, bringing it down square into the attacker's face, crushing it beneath her boot. Certainly it would be far more visceral in normal circumstance, but the gore is spared by turning to dust.

Maria can reach to retrieve her gun, after that. It served a fine blunt weapon, at least, the Hunter's Workshop had created a sturdy firearm.]

[gotyourselfapilot]

[ Poe's a bit glad that Maria doesn't hesitate in delivering the final blow. It does surprise him in the way that she does. As if she may have done it a dozen times before. He glances away a bit as her boot smashes into the attacker's face even if knowing it'll turn to dust. It still seemed all too real.

There's a small gulp as he turns his attention back to Maria. ] We should get moving before more show up! There'll probably be more along the way anyway.

[rakuyo]

[Dozens, if not hundreds, of times indeed. Maria lived a violent and brutal life and didn't escape as much in death. This place was more a purgatory, a lesser evil to the beast scourge of Yharnam or the Nightmare. She feels no less duty, however, Maria would do what she could to protect wherever she ended up, if it was so worthy.

Looking to Poe, she nodded, solid and stoic. She beckons him continue through the night.]

Lead on, good sir.

[gotyourselfapilot]

[ When she asks him to lead, it'll be something he's used to. Poe doesn't mind having others follow him but it's strange to think that it would happen here. As he turns to go he stops while turning back to face her and putting out a hand towards her. Offering a handshake. ]

I'm Poe Dameron, by the way. Just, Poe. You don't need to say anything fancy with it. [ It wouldn't hurt to introduce themselves now that there isn't anything too crazy happening just yet. ]

[rakuyo]

Sir Poe, an honor to meet you. [sorry, the nothing fancy comment is going to flutter right passed Maria, she doesn't usually bother with anything short of proper greetings.]

I'm Lady Maria of the Hunter's Workshop. Waste not for time, we should continue moving. [greetings aside, standing still was not wise during a Hunt. She usher her along, but it's not long before the fog thickens, dustier red and heavier rain falling until all is obscured.

Maria is disappeared into the mist and ash, soon enough. Likely, she lost track of Poe and simply headed another way... but it's nearly like she hadn't been there at all.]