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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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[ When another comes charging at him, he's too preoccupied taking a hit from a scythe (a scythe?) with his forearm to claw the guy to death. His hand is out of position to stab, but he uses his wounded forearm to and curves it horizontally, strong enough to push the attacker Brunnhilde's way as its hands leave the hilt of its weapon. The scythe is still jammed firmly in him, but he pulls it out with nary a sound, and then turns his head sharply to throw it in the direction of the next armed attacked to run their way.
His wound closes up. Logan takes a good look at his surroundings, mutant eyes squinting through the downpour and the dust, and then -- ]
You gonna look for shelter, or you coming with me to get the civs get outta this storm?
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I'm wet already, [ she's squeezing red rainwater from her hair while the next attacker gets a scythe to its forehead, immediately turning into dust. ] Might as well make the most of it.
[ it's easier now without her armor weighing her down despite the leather and cloth clinging to her skin. later, she'll feel oddly relieved about leaving her armor behind as the natives peel away the layers, pulling the jumpsuit over her head and feeling lighter than she had in days. until then, she pushes forward through the dust and rain, ramming her shoulder into the next assailant hard enough to send it flying into the next. momentum does the rest, impaling both with the spear the second one was holding when they hit the ground. ]
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Like this, they move with ease. With a wider range of sight and sound, Logan's moving in a circle a whole radius apart from Brunnhilde, focusing on finding any civilians being chased about and either distracting or murdering their pursuers himself so they can escape. All the ones he can't kill with his claws, he kicks forward or backward towards Brunnhilde, sure she'll pick up his slack. She destroys like she was made for it, and he's just glad having someone with him means he doesn't have to get hit by things nearly as much as he would have if he were alone.
It works well until he picks up a girl in one arm (a kid, for fuck's sake), the little one trembling and crying into his chest. And with her, he knows he can't exactly leave her to run to shelter on her own. ] Hey! [ Turning around, he makes a jerk of his head in the direction of a path just barely made out in all the swirling dust and water. ] I'm making a run for it. [ With the girl, obviously. ] Can you cover me?
cries i lost the notif for this.... sorry for the delay!
they move in tandem, covering more ground than they would alone and it's been a while since she had someone covering her back like this. the last fight on asgard wasn't so much a fight as it was trying to distract hela long enough to get everyone on the ship; at least this time the odds are a little more in their favor. she pulls civilians up and out of harm's way, receives logan's pursuers with her sword, and she's already moving closer to them, grabbing the next assailant by the collar and throwing it into another approaching group. they haven't stopped since she woke up in the storm -- if anything, they've gotten a lot more persistent. ]
Yeah, get going. [ she flicks dust and rainwater from her sword, squinting briefly in the direction he indicated. ] I'm right behind you.
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh /hold ALSO maybe we can end here...ish? after your tag?
It reminds him of back when he had a team to fight with.
Most of Logan's work involves ducking or swerving to the side, his grip on the child in his arms strong enough that she's only jostled a little bit each time. But for every dodge he hears the satisfying noise of metal piercing into flesh, and he knows Brunnhilde is indeed taking care of him. The shed that he and Adrien Arbuckal have turned into a makeshift clinic is just up ahead, and when Logan makes it to the door he gently coaxes the child to look at him, speaking a kind of childish, accented French.
She's okay, she says. Fine with doctors, she says. Logan nods before looking Brunnhilde's way. ]
I'll take her inside. [ Pause. ] Thanks -- for this.
You gonna be okay?
yeah!
Yeah. [ she turns back the way they came, pausing just long enough to call back over her shoulder, ] Don't die.
[ take care of yourself. she has a feeling she'll see him again anyway. ]