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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[priwen]

[ Alex's attention is focused on their attacker, so he has to raise his voice to be heard over the storm. He has his back to Rey, but his Echo lets him sense her behind him, feel the emotion behind her words. Experience tells him that it's best to work with her than argue, so he nods - his sword is still pointed forward, but he motions to her with his other hand.

A translucent bubble forms around Rey, a casted shield. It's by no means permanent, but it would hopefully compensate for her lack of a shield. ]

If she bleeds out dust, then she's an illusion.

[ An illusion that mimicks humans, an almost flawless one on the outside; but his Echo reads out their thoughts to him, the single-minded focus to kill. Something that must not be allowed to happen... ]

[purpose]

Like magic? [ she asks, and immediately feels ridiculous for it. She'd thought the same of the Force, once — something too mythical to be real, to be anything other than otherworldly. Sorcery, some travelers would call it; an ancient religion, she'd heard from others. They had always seemed like stories, a child's fancy; she knows better now, but there's no other explanation but the surreal for what the woman might be — and for the glow of the bubble that surrounds her.

Her fingers reach out, curiously, but reel back before she can touch its translucent edges. ]

I don't have a weapon. [ But I can do things, she almost says, and then bites it back. There isn't any way of being certain that the people of this world, whoever they are, won't be wary of her for what she can do. ] But I can distract her for you.

[priwen]

Like magic.

[ — is all he'll say for now, reeling in his focus to parry the woman's strikes. she feels fear, she feels rage - and at this point, he's not sure if his clarity is still unclouded as before.

but he's fought real, live people before. in wars, in canals, in the darkness of a torn realm. and he had always said first: lay down your arms. we need not fight. should that truce be thrown aside (as it is now), then he will fight for his own life.

(it's unfair like this. that people have to kill, at all. but he's learned.) ]

Please do.

[ as soon as rey gives him an opening, he can lunge forward and try to knock the woman out. he's done the same act enough times before to judge roughly how much strength he needs. ]

[purpose]

[ Briefly, she thinks of Teng Malar — how useless she'd been, looking on as he'd been shredded by steelpeckers. The man that's come to her aid holds himself with the finesse of a warrior, and wields his weapon with the confidence of one who has won battles in the past, but she fears the same for him when she spares a glance at her empty hands.

They itch for a weapon, anything, but the rush of adrenaline within her will have to suffice. The muscles in her jaw shift restively as she gapes, frozen as she steels her courage, and then she's gritting her teeth and lunging for the woman. It's a clumsy effort, and the first grapple has them too tangled together to give much of an opening.

Strategy has never been her forte, not in the way that reckless, impulsive action has been. Even so, she manages to skid back, hand extended and pushing against the woman's shoulder to dislodge herself from the woman's hold, sending her sliding toward the stranger. ]

Now!

[ The cry sounds too loud in the storm, but her eyes stay sharp on the woman's movements, so inhuman that Rey's skin has begun to crawl. ]

[priwen]

[ — and he's onto the woman like lightning, pouncing like a wolf. the dark aura around his blade flares, arcing across the space between them and spearing her in one shoulder.

red dust spurts from the wound, giving him the only confirmation he needs. his sword slices across the woman's waist, ripping her in half. the dust coats the both of them, acrid and dry; there is nothing left of her save for the crimson blowing in the wind.

(he had held back, until that last second. until he could be sure he was an illusion.)

though, he does not lower his sword, odd eyes searching in the storm. ]

.... she's gone.

[ his voice, half hoarse. it sounds so alien in the pouring rain. ]