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quietplacelogs2018-03-26 07:21 pm
bequiet) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-03-26 07:21 pm
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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He's not expecting to see someone come hurtling out of a shattered storefront and leap off the creature's exposed skull like it's nothing more than a springboard, though. What the hell. The boy in armor--what kind of world is he from?--seems rather more concerned with holding off the other person, though, not the..... flaming skeleton(???) left staggering from the blow it (he?) was dealt.
Whatever the situation is, it's clear that somehow, the skeleton isn't the immediate threat here. Noël slashes with his staff as he closes in, unleashing a blast of freezing wind ahead of him to hopefully knock the knife-wielding man staggering off-balance.]
You're good! Sorry this is so late. Also lmk if this is no good!
Robbie himself is shaking his head, Eli thirsting for blood in his mind. Holding up his hand a crowbar appears in it. Where Noël and Dyluck might be trying to be nonlethal, their standards differ from Robbie's by far. He has no compunctions about broken bones and bloody faces. He's confused, he's angry and he's out of patience. All of it fuels the barbarity with which he brings the crowbar down on the assailant's arm with the decided crack of bone. Instead of the expected blood though, what pours out of the limb that's now held at such an odd angle is—
Red dust? Robbie wants to question it, but a monstrous roar tears itself from his throat as the flames coming from his head erupt into fiery geysers. He doesn't feel right. Ugh...
Everyone involved should probably want to be clearing the area. Assailant included.]
Sorry for not noticing this sooner!
[He doesn't think even as he lands on the ground (hopefully not landing against Noël); Dyluck extends his free hand, where a dark energy gathers, and uses that energy to warp the assailant high into the air, making them disappear, and then only to reappear about sixteen feet up before letting them plummet to the ground.
[In the split seconds between warping the foe from one spot to the other, Dyluck, shivering, staggers back to his feet. The rain's already seeped past some of his armor, and Noël's wind has only intensified that discomfort.]