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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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Her impression of the man with the inhuman eyes is that he's in poor shape. Covered in blood, she notices him stumble as he struggles to right himself amid the circumstances. Brows knit in concern as she approaches, Yuuki isn't sure immediately if he's one of the attackers or someone who has merely tried to defend himself from the start.
In contrast to the gore and their surroundings, what happens next doesn't fit into bloody scene. A couple of tiny butterflies, unaffected by the rain, flutter near the man. One, two, three... their number slowly increases ahead of a mass that concentrates around the figure of a girl as she nears. Upon her back the butterflies morph and change, merging together to form wings, with tiny ones separating only for others to take their place. It's ever shifting, but she doesn't show any sign of discomfort. Instead she's focused on him as she tries to access the situation, glancing toward a pile of bodies and back to the man.
Enemy or ally, what she knows for sure is that he's hurt.
This is one of the precious few occasions in which they can actually talk. In another flash she's upon him, and kneeling down she gently reaches out to touch him.]
You're hurt. Let me help bring you out of this mess.
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he watches the flutter of those colorful wings, the splitting off and multiplying of the creatures, seemingly unaffected by the heavy downpour. he watches and he thinks of his daughter, of hope, and the power she held, kind and gentle in her hands, as she healed that broken wing of a butterfly the first day they spent together.
he shakes his head of the ambling, stumbling dream amidst his weakness and fading strength. he shakes his head as if the banish the insects from his vision, and struggles to stand, the yellow of his eyes blending into blue.
that's when he sees her in the near distance, watching. he blinks and she's before him, and he nearly flinches. if it weren't for the gentle touch on his arm and gentler words, offset by the ethereal and unnatural red in her eyes, he'd've attacked her. obviously, she's not like those intending to kill the others. she is an other.
he swallows and his throat is dry. he thinks about attacking her anyway, sinking his teeth into her flesh to curb his gnawing hunger, but her oddity has him reconsider: what is she? could she fight back? there's a ferocity, a hunger, and a distrust in his eyes; he answers, ) Who are you?
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Who are you is much easier to answer than some of the other questions she's been asked, and she smiles with what she hopes is calming.]
My name is Yuuki. I work on the patrol, and I'm out here to help.
[Zero, is, assuredly doing the same elsewhere. And she can only hope that he's keeping safe, too. Perhaps she ought to send a butterfly his way as well. Her focus, however, needs to remain here for the time being.]
You've been fighting really hard, I can tell. [. . . If the bodies that have begun to turn to dust is anything to go by. ] But if you keep it up you'll succumb to exhaustion and wind up hurt.
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perhaps at another time he could endlessly scrutinize and debate that reassurance, but at the moment, beggars can't be choosers. and he is none-so fool enough to reject help, freely and without reservation, given.
so they have a patrol here. how very settled, then.
klaus allows the tense line of his shoulders to relax and he breathes out a short, sardonic laugh, tinged with said exhaustion. mostly because he is some mixture of those things, though he's hardly concerned of permanent damage. ) I hardly think the two are mutually exclusive. ( he lifts an arm to slide his around her shoulders, moving with intention to get up. )
I'm sorry RL is killing me have a late tag!
Somehow you've held your own though. [She glances toward a pile of dust and a few of the creatures that attempt to rise again before falling and disintegrating into the strange debris too.]
. . . It's almost vampire-like, isn't it? [Maybe not exactly. But she imagines that this is what humans picture when they see it. Whatever these things are, though, they aren't vampires, despite this strange phenomenon. At least they aren't like her fellow vampires from home.]
We should get off the street for now. [Any old building they can get into will do by this point,]
no problem!! i've been so slow because of rl too
particularly when he knows nothing of what she is, small and quick and obviously also stronger than she looks.
though what she says next certainly clues him in. he looks to the wasted pile, considers, weighs, and then admits, ) No vampires I've heard of.
( he agrees with the suggestion without word and endeavors to stumble beside her. )