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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-02-21 09:48 pm

( event ) FIRE & BLOOD

The atmosphere has been tense in both cities ever since the new batch of refugees were shot down out of the sky. Natives and refugees alike will note that things are steadily growing worse and worse... until suddenly, the tension snaps. Chaos erupts on one seemingly ordinary night and will continue until early March, when it all comes to a head. The question is, as always... what will you do?

You may submit an AC-eligible thread set in either Olympia or Wyver for 1 OLYMPIA REP POINT OR 1 WYVER REP POINT respectively, HERE or HERE, so long as the thread involves your character complying with their faction of choice's goals and responsibilities.

As a note, faction compliance in this case refers to actions that benefit the faction in the long term. Meaning that while citizens might be revolting against one another temporarily, assisting their fellow people and business will be considered as faction compliance for the purposes of submitting REP. (For example, raiding the palace in Olympia would earn 1 Wyver REP, whereas helping put out the fires in the palace would earn 1 Olympia REP.)

You may write threads and prompts in both cities, but ICly, they should take place on different days. Please also note that travel between factions is heavily scrutinized during the events of this log. If your character travels between cities, please report it here.
EMBERS IN OUR BLOODLINES    
CHAOS ERUPTS. The city hasn't been exactly peaceful for some time — discontented grumbles have been directed at anyone who exhibits even the slightest amount of pro-Wyver (anti-Olympian) sentiment — but now, the tensions have not simply worsened: they've outright snapped.

It wouldn't be unusual to start your day to the sound of breaking glass. Perhaps it's a neighbor's window, or if you're truly unlucky, it's your own. Regardless, it's clear that there are a number of people who decide that violence is the answer. Well-armed shops such as The Sharper are left alone, but The Silk Wyrms, The Wyvernest, and other smaller businesses aren't so lucky. Visit the tailor, and you'll find that someone has broken in and slashed many of the in-progress custom orders; at the dragon cafe, someone has set many of the miniature dragons loose in a bid to purge the city of anything tainted by Wyver's influence. Many shopkeeps are fearful that the culprits might return. They're offering good silver for anyone who will retrieve stolen goods, round up the missing dragons, or find proof of who the culprits were — and for protection in case the culprits return. Linger, and you'll be in a position to potentially stop a repeat attack when the rioters come back with torches and bricks.

Members of the Royal Guard have their hands full with the fights breaking out to attend to every instance of violence against the businesses. Shouting in the squares escalates into bloody brawls — and if you spend any time outside, you'll soon see why. There's a strange mist in the most populated parts of the city, which you may recognize as having similar effects to the waters of Flona Cove that lower one's inhibitions. It spurs those who would usually agree to disagree into shouting matches, and influences people who would normally shout into throwing punches. Members of the Guard, usually a mediating force, are joining the fray themselves.

Even you aren't immune to the mist's effects. Whether you're protecting your home or place of employment, chasing down vandals, rounding up escaped dragons from the dragon cafes, or even just observing what's going on with someone else, you're likely doing it much more aggressively than you typically would... but then, this level of aggression seems to be becoming Olympia's new normal.



SINNERS TO PLAY AS SAINTS. The theaters are miraculously untouched, but The Life and Death of Nithor the Exalted is no longer being put on. Instead, passers-by are being pulled onstage to play out other scenes from Olympia's glorious history. Those who don't want to play along don't have much of a choice; those orchestrating the scenes have people out in the crowds to bring people up by force if necessary.

The base scenario is simple enough: the noble Olympian puts the pathetic Wyvern in their place. Perhaps it's a fight scene: the Olympian comes out on top, of course, and the crowd roars for blood. Wyver weapons are only props, however, but the Olympian weapons? They're very, very real. Or perhaps it's a callback to when the Olympian people marked captured Wyverns with brands to assert their dominance — there is real fire, and real brands, on stage.

If you pass as Olympian, you may be pressed to perform. If you don't want to really hurt someone, you'd best learn how to fake it — refuse to play your part, and the crowd will very quickly turn against you. If you're too obviously not Olympian, or if they recognize you as someone who went off-script last time (and they have very good memory), you'll likely be pressed into the role of an unfortunate Wyvern. Hopefully your co-star is gentle...

Break a leg. Literally, as the case may be.



CRITICAL CONDITION. With all the chaos, it's only a matter of time before people start to seek medical attention. However, along the way to The Sanctuary, they'll be faced with an almost insurmountable barricade. It isn't immediately obvious who put it up, but it's clear that nobody will be getting through it without significant effort.

Approach, and a voice will ring out warning you to keep back. It's one of the employees at the clinic; she has a crossbow in her shaking hands, and if pressed, she'll admit that they put up the barricade to keep out rioters. She understands that there are people who need their help, but the decision was made to keep themselves and their supplies safe so that when the dust settles, they can set out en masse and help more people than they could if they were raided.

If you're accompanied by someone with grievous injuries, or if you're terribly injured yourself, you may be able to convince her to let you in for a quick patch-up, but they're not giving any medicines out. If you need more supplies, you'll have to figure out another way of getting it — either by overpowering the woman on watch and raiding the clinic yourself, or distracting her so that other members of your group can sneak in and take what they need.

Making matters worse is the gigantic vulture-like creature, much larger than the birds in Murkwell Hollow... and much meaner. This beast doesn't wait for eye contact before it attacks: it swoops down out of the sky when people are gathered at the barricade, snatching up anyone it can grab in its talons, fixing on whoever's closest. However, if someone who killed a vulture is present, it pursues them with relentless determination. If not dealt with, it will attempt to eat the dead and the injured without discrimination. It can be driven off with high difficulty using weapons, magical abilities (except fire, which doesn't affect it), and the terrain to your advantage. It will retreat before it can be killed, presumably so that it can regroup and harry the next batch of people to get close to the barricade.

As it retreats it will drop feathers that can be sold to the Institute for study for 100 silver; one feather per character, please. Sales can be reported here.



PALACE BURNS. Chaos reigns for the better part of a week, and toward the end, it escalates past the point of rioting in the streets — the violence reaches Empress Simwe's palace. In the gardens where Olympians and refugees alike had lit lanterns in unity and remembrance mere weeks before, one careless (or perhaps not so careless) flame catches, spreading to the rest of the grounds and to one of the palace walls. The members of the Royal Guard, already stretched thin, are too preoccupied with trying to contain the blaze to stop anyone from pouring in through the breach.

It's an opportunity that looters and dissidents do not pass up.

Follow them in, and you'll find the elegant surroundings being torn apart. Many of the rioters are those who have it out for Simwe and are hunting for her. As she's nowhere to be found, they settle for the next best thing: setting torch to her portraits. Portraits of the late emperor, on the other hand, are left untouched. The vandals are incredibly vocal in their displeasure with Simwe's policies, and almost fanatical in their opinion that life in Olympia would be much better if Simwe had perished in her husband's place. They turn to violence when the frightened maids and other servants don't have the answers they want as they leave a trail of fire in their wake. Will you use them as a smokescreen for your own venture, or will you intervene?

Further inside, the sticky-fingered will find furnishings, clothing, jewelry — anything that isn't bolted down is fair game. In the library, the gilded titles of priceless books glitter on the shelves; in the wine cellar, Simwe's personal collection of extremely fine vintages waits to be sampled; a mirrored room furnished entirely with pillows is draped in lacy underthings; fragrant salts and bottles of perfume sit in a steam-filled bathing room; in the treasury, looters are hard at work squirrelling away silver and carrying off golden baubles. Nobody looks too closely at anyone's face unless given a reason to, but in the morning, heads will certainly roll. You could make off with your own treasure from the palace with none the wiser, or you could stop one of the looters — maybe it's even a fellow refugee — and turn them in to the guard to help restore some order to this night of chaos.

In the depths of the treasury, there is a group trying to get past a sealed door. They're an unpleasant, volatile lot, and they make a lot of noise about how if they can just get their hands on the heart of the legendary dragon, they'll be able to wipe Wyver from the map once and for all and put someone competent on the throne. After multiple failed attempts, they start offering a reward of 50 silver to anyone who makes an attempt at opening the door.

ABOUT THE DOOR: The inner treasury door is enchanted to stand up to all manner of assaults, both magical and physical. Any attempts to dispel the enchantment will fail, but characters are welcome to make attempts in exchange for cash. While minor force will be harmlessly absorbed by the shields on the door, anything of great strength will be reflected back at its point of origin — so be ready to dodge!

Whether you help the Guard put out the fire, steal from the palace, try and get past the enchanted door, or make attempts to stop the looters, your actions may have consequences later. Please report any significant actions you take here.

NOTE: Characters are welcome to steal a single minor, setting-appropriate item from the palace. Mod approval is not required. Any items of greater import in the palace are locked in a vault and inaccessible.

BLOOD ON MY HANDS LIKE THE BLOOD IN YOU    
FOR GLORY. Meanwhile, in Wyver, the holiday celebrating Nithor's death may have finished, but the spirit is still high. The citizens, eagerly awaiting the results of the contest from earlier in the month, congregate at a large stadium in the East End on the morning of the 21st and encourage refugees to join them — not only will the contest winner be announced, but there will be a series of physical trials to select Wyver's best and brightest. This yearly event is considered the true end to the holiday. They honor those who excel at the arts — whether they be standard arts or the art of combat — and with these trials, they will honor those who excel on the battlefield. King Shanrian himself speaks to kick off the festivities, holding a distinctly human skull in his hands the entire time he's in view.

Everyone, join me in praising the winners of our citywide contest! I was, heh... quite delighted with the meat jelly dish submitted by citizens Clair and Frederick. Such creativity! Meanwhile, dear Shenya loved hearing the beautiful music provided by Diva and Tani Umenosuke. And as you all well know, his vote is my vote.

Now I speak to you on a more serious note: I encourage all of you to join the legacy of those who helped bring down the mad and oppressive Nithor. I ask you all to join the trials. Show the world that we are a people of honor. For we do not seek glory, but fairness, liberty, and truth. Citizens, do you have what it takes to represent your home?



Signing up is simple. Interested parties are to submit their name at the registration desk, and by high noon, the festivities will kick off in full.

First up is a tournament — to thin the numbers down and ensure that only the best of the best make it to the end, participants are matched to a fight until one side is incapacitated. The air is thick with excitement, and bouts continue all day and through the night. Vendors have set up temporary stalls to sell food, toiletries, pillows, and blankets for those who don't wish to miss even a moment of the action.

If you're participating, you will take part in three fights before the finalists are determined; if you are not, you will be free to watch from the audience or, if you're acquainted with people who are fighting, to go behind the scenes to assist them by bringing them water or medicine between matches or even just give them moral support. Either way, you'll notice a slight shift in the air as time goes by.

Midway through the preliminary matches, the atmosphere changes from enthusiastic to outright bloodthirsty. Observers who were content to see a knock out will call for blood. People will start to clamor for the losers to lose their lives, and audience members will find themselves itching for a fight. One wrong look and the fighting might not just be constrained to the ring.

Make it through to the finals, and your trial will be more focused on teamwork: after all, the assassins who took down Nithor had to work together to get their job done. Finalists are paired off to face a variety of beasts, some from Wyver, some from Olympia, and some from other, far-flung parts of the isles. There is no set number of winners — anyone who performs well will be honored with a prize of silver at the end — but the beasts are ferocious, and it will take coordination and exceptional skill to make it out unscathed.

Either way, it's sure to be a spectacle.



HEARTY DIETS. The city's atmosphere does not become peaceful with the conclusion of the trials. Wherever you turn, the people around you seem to be more combative than usual - and in this city, that can be quite the feat.

To mark the end of another successful set of trials, the shamans of the Altar of Volkkra make dragon's blood, which they partake in for one of their rituals, more widely available to the public. Most drink it straight, although there are some who take it mixed in with other drinks. Either way, the effects are the same:
Drinking dragon's blood will feel like drinking liquid fire. It will burn the entirety of its way down and leave you with a presence in your chest that you will carry with you for three days before wearing off. It is a warmth that seems to imbue you with the strength and confidence of the dead dragon. The adrenaline will minimize any great pains, and you will have the sense that the path you choose is right.

Unfortunately, there is a downside. The dragon blood will keep you restless until the effects wear off. Confidence will turn into mindless arrogance. If you and your companion both drink the blood, you will butt heads because you will believe the other is wrong. Additionally, you may experience the need to hoard. The shamans say it is a trial you must endure to learn not to overindulge, but to someone who has never drank before, the feeling will be overwhelming.
Dragon's blood isn't the only variety to partake in. This time of year, the blood of a variety of monsters can be found to drink; it's said that consuming a creature's blood will imbue you with that creature's power. Whether this is true or not remains to be seen — some insist it's a rumor, while others swear its veracity — but fueled by the confidence the dragon's blood has drawn out of them, the natives are very insistent that you try it out, and some may even challenge you to a blood-drinking contest.

There are some who say that they've managed to procure the blood of Olympians, and that ingesting it will sap the strength of the Olympian people and bestow it upon Wyver instead. Some Wyvern natives aren't willing to allow the blood of their most hated enemies past their lips and would instead use Olympian blood to paint out scenes of their destruction, either on the walls like the murals or on charms from the Altar of Volkkra, as it is said to have the same effect. If you're offered some of this "paint," it's probably better to accept. After all, refusal would be very un-Wyvernlike, and you wouldn't want to be marked as the next target for someone hoping to procure Olympian blood, would you?



FANNING FLAMES. Since the trials, natives have lit bonfires throughout the city as a way of showing support for their favorite contenders; the belief is that as long as the flames continue to be fed, the contender will continue to fight well. Even now that the trials are over, the flames burn bright. These contenders are Wyver's hope of victory over Olympia, after all; isn't it better to keep the fires ablaze until they've brought the Olympians to their knees?

But it isn't just wood that they're using for kindling. This time they want a more personal offering. Many of the natives will shed their own blood to throw into the fire, and still more roam the streets in search of people to feed to the flames. You might find yourself one of their targets if you've been too noticeably traveling between the cities on a regular basis, or if you've made the mistake of donning the Olympian colors of white and gold even in a subtle way. Perhaps you come off as a loyal citizen of Wyver, and they've tapped you to assist them with feeding a person to the flames — If you refuse, you might face scrutiny yourself.

Chaos is on the rise. It's a bastardization of celebration that has long since gotten out of hand, although few seem inclined to try and contain it. Those who do are mainly shouted down or silenced by other means, and if you're looking to assist them in quelling the unrest, you'll have to be subtle lest you wind up facing the citizens' ire.

Luckily, there is something to provide a distraction: a gigantic vulture-like creature, much larger than the birds from Murkwell Hollow, has come to hunt . When it descends, it makes to grab anyone with its talons, with one exception — if anyone who killed a vulture in Murkwell is nearby, it will ignore the others and focus its attempts on tearing them apart with a relentless, single-minded determination. If not driven off, the dead and the injured will become its next meal, and it has no qualms about diving into the flames to snatch up bodies, as it's unharmed by fire. It can be driven off with high difficulty using weapons, magical abilities (other than fire), and the terrain to your advantage, but will retreat before it can be killed so that it can regroup and make another attempt at snatching up bodies later.

As it retreats it will drop feathers that can be sold to the Altar of Volkkra for experimentation for 100 silver; one feather per character, please. Sales can be reported here.



BEASTLY EXHIBITS.The shamans of Volkkra, perhaps under the influence of dragon's blood, have their own way of dealing with the unrest. Throughout the week, those protesting the chaos start to vanish, and either from rumors or direct observation it will soon become obvious why: they're being brought to the main Altar of Volkkra, all the way up on Namarak Summit. If you have been attempting to calm people down, you might just find yourselves taken; otherwise, you can tail the shamans to the summit to find what's going on for yourself.

Those taken to the main altar are blindfolded and thrust into the labyrinthine halls without a flame to guide their way. Shamans guard the entrances and exits; inside, all light but that of the Eternal Flame have been extinguished. Other shamans, who take part in the rumored experiments, roam the halls with wicked-looking knives in search of new test subjects. If they come across you, you'll need to either fight or run.

It is possible to escape this, either by overpowering them or by using your wits. It's even possible to find your way to the entrance and fight your way past the shamans guarding it — but the when the first person sets foot out of the halls, the shamans call for backup. Menacing shrieks and roars sound from inside the mazelike halls, and strange, mishmashed creatures emerge from the darkness.

They're angry, and they're willing to lash out at both refugee and shaman alike.

ABOUT THE MONSTERS: They are amalgamations of people and creatures from all over the isles, and each one is different. One might have the head of a Duldrum, the torso and arms of a man, and the lower half of a Glowing Snake; another might look like a Wispurr with a second head of an Unlucky Cat grafted onto it, and the abilities to match. The shamans seem to have been mixing and matching the features and abilities of both named and unnamed creatures as they see fit, and they've whipped them up into a frenzy — these chimeras crave blood, and will not stop until their targets are dead, or they are.

They can be killed with medium difficulty using your own weapons, supplies from the Altar, and any abilities you might possess; survive, and the shamans will let you go with 200 silver as compensation, having decided that you've proven your worth and that your strength may be an asset to Wyver in the future. If your character successfully kills a chimera, please report it here.


FINAL OOC NOTES    
An AC-eligible thread in which your character complies with their faction's goals for 1 REP POINT FOR EITHER OLYMPIA OR WYVER may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD FOR OLYMPIA OR WYVER HERE OR HERE RESPECTIVELY BY MARCH 14th 11:59 PM EST.

We will no longer be providing overflow posts. In an event where the post hits CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals or create their own catch-all post. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP.

1 SILVER = 1 US DOLLAR.
fiendennor: (26)

[personal profile] fiendennor 2018-02-25 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Here is ordinarily the part where Diana would put her riding skill to use and gracefully dive or pull up or swerve out of the way.

Unfortunately, flying a broom no-handedly gives her much less control over all of this.

When she angles her path to the side, she's not going nearly as sharp as she needs to be; the vulture is able to turn without much trouble, buffeting her with one of its wings as it passes. She's barely able to grab on with the hand holding her wand, and even then it seems dicey for a moment.]


--to hell with this! [She growls, pulling her arm out of its sling. That... hurts. It hurts quite a bit, the pain making her see red for a moment. But she needs one hand on the broom to have any hope of matching a bird.

Again, she shoots a few blasts at the vulture, but they go wide. Still, with one hand on the broom, she's able to keep up much better than before. And then she recognizes the person in its talons.]
Haru!

Try to make it drop you-- I can catch you! [Maybe that'll be easier than hitting this damn bird.]
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[personal profile] lifespanned 2018-02-25 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ She picks through the numerous glittering gold and silver bangles on her wrists, lips still drawn in a strong pout. True, they didn't match what she was wearing at all, but for some reason, she just couldn't help herself. Something felt really good about having all of these things to herself, and she didn't want anyone else taking them away. ]

I'm going to keep them, of course! [ In her eyes, it's not her fault if people got their stuff snatched away by her. They should guard it more carefully if they don't want their things taken. ] I have other things that these will match - probably...

[ Eventually, she's able to tear her gaze away from the gleam on her wrists, focusing back on the other. That hairpin sure is pretty. ]

Aren't guardian angels supposed to help people? You'll probably just laugh if anything happens to anyone.
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[personal profile] personalwar 2018-02-25 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ The heat signatures that the visor provides might let him know where other people are in this maze, but actually identifying them is beyond its capabilities. So while he can see that there's someone crammed against the wall, he can't actually tell who that someone is.

They're remaining silent, though, even after he called out to them. Maybe too scared to actually talk, or maybe they don't believe him when he says that he isn't a threat. He isn't going to reach out to them, because there's no telling what someone who's cornered and who feels threatened might do.

He's directly facing Ermes now, though, and can clearly tell that she's there. ]


Listen. Right now, I'm your best shot at getting out of here.

[ Inspiring, isn't it? He's capable of carrying this person out if that's what it comes to, but he'd rather avoid it. ]
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[personal profile] sheriffing 2018-02-25 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Emma hasn't had much luck with the Sanctuary. she managed to get someone in earlier, an Olympian who desperately needed help after demanding that they allow him in, but she'd come back to check in on the guy only to find that she wasn't welcome here. it doesn't surprise her that helping him meant burning a bridge, because the same woman who she dealt with before is now twice as wary of her and resentful of what she'd made them do.

it's why she's not quiet about her own annoyance with the situation, turning towards Clarke when she notices the younger woman and hears her voicing her own frustration.]
I think it needs a new name. They can't call it a Sanctuary if they're only going to use it to save their own asses.
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[personal profile] adelphoi 2018-02-25 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ she certainly cannot bring herself to turn down an offer like that. prompto's fingers are gentle in her hair, and alisaie feels the last of her tension melting away, flooding down her body like the coursing water. she sighs softly, slowly, the sound of it shuddering from her, her head leaning heavily into his touch.

that feels wonderful. ]


'Tis no more than you would have done for me.

[ she says around a low, syrupy purr, her eyelids flickering low. ]

But you are welcome.
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-02-25 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
The point wasn't to distract. I'm trying to put a bit of a stop to this...

[ He shakes his head in return, frustrated. There's very little of the fool to him now; his face is pressed into an annoyed focus, a taut sort of irritation. He presses a hand gingerly to the back of his neck before pushing himself up to his feet and countermands Olivier's order: ]

Put down what you have.

[ But the man is already escaping, fleeing before someone who is much less easy pickings than By. He gives a sigh of frustration and bites out: ]

Idiots, the lot of them.
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[personal profile] lifespanned 2018-02-25 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's glad to hear a familiar voice, at least, though the hand on her shoulder does startle her a bit. Just reaching out enough to clutch onto his arm, she keeps herself close because the lack of sight is becoming increasingly more creepy, especially as more screams echo throughout the halls. ]

Oh - I'm glad it's you, but can you really get us out of here? [ At this point, she can't even tell which way she came in from. ] I'm totally lost...

[ She takes a pause to try and calm her breathing, blinking her eyes and trying to force them to get used to the lack of light. ]

Which way did you even come from?
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[personal profile] wallofbriggs 2018-02-25 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[She's dressed in the colors of the guard and By's not - who does he think anyone's going to listen to?

Olivier does offer him a hand up and will try not to rattle him too much doing so.
]

I'm not going to argue with you on that. All of this stuff should be inventoried and easy to track down. Risking your life over something you won't get far with isn't the smartest move anyone could make.
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[personal profile] sheriffing 2018-02-25 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ to no one's surprise, it takes more than polite suggestion. the man wastes no time in raising his blade, and while he's fast, Emma is faster.

in one hand, she lifts her sword - but as she waves the other, their opponent loses hold of his weapon. it falls to the ground with a clatter that causes the remaining members of the crowd to disperse, until the man is left unarmed and alone between them.]


Polite suggestions aren't your thing, I get it. If I were you, I'd still take it. Last chance.
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[personal profile] america 2018-02-25 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, here's a face Steve hasn't seen in a while. And like 76, Steve remembers their first team-up way back when they'd first arrived on this planet, remembers that he'd been a good man to have for back-up - so he's glad to see him. They helped a lot of people safely land planet-side that day.

He nods in his direction. ]


Nothing a little team-up can't handle.

[ The shaman advancing upon them doesn't seem as pleased. He hisses something about wanting new test subjects and gestures in their direction, blade in hand. ]
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[personal profile] romancekiller 2018-02-25 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, no kidding— [clarke couldn't agree with that more. she can understand being worried about the tension between the cities but this was downright absurd and absolutely not right in the least with how this was preventing people from getting medical care] We weren't even told about it until after the barricade was in place— I'm pretty sure they won't be letting me back in either even though I work there too.
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Isabela | Dragon Age 2

[personal profile] seagoing 2018-02-25 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Guts and Glory (Wyver) [Safe to say that things had gotten strange in Wyver, stranger even to say that for the most part everything had gotten more feral, more animalistic in the people of the city. She'd come down to see the tournament for herself, but it didn't take long to see that this was less a competition of skill and instead one of insanity.

The fighters had all started out decently enough, a mix between the locals and others faces she recognized in the crowd in fairly matched fights. But then the competition had grown more wild, more underhanded in their tactics that more than implied that any honor to be found here was in name only. She scoffs at the idea of fairness when she sees people in stands jump down to join in violent display. She's no stranger to fights herself, in fact glad to not be in the ring for once with all this going on, but this all feels wrong. Spectating everyone below go wild feels off even, in a way her instincts scream for her to be elsewhere soon.]


If this is what they call an honorable tournament then I'd hate to see what an actual free for all is like around here. [She says to the person closest to her, a little uncomfortable as she watches the fighters in the arena go at each other with the intent to kill. And even softer after that, she makes note to murmur.] It's only gotten worse here hasn't it? And here I was hoping that the festival would help to calm tensions instead of making things worse.

Bloody Madness (Wyver) [At first she'd looked at the shamans with a look of disbelief when offered the glass, holding in a laugh when they told her it's contents. Blood? It couldn't be, why in the world would anyone wish to drink something so...vile no matter what the benefits were supposed to be? It doesn't help to see other people heartily drink their own glasses of the stuff, and it does the complete opposite when she learns that it wasn't just the blood of monsters about, but humans too. Olympians to be exact, and she's never been more uncomfortable in her life no matter how its talked up to be a special treat for the people of the city.]

I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right. You want me to what?

[Incognito be damned, as she looks from the glass they'd handed her to waiting faces, victorious expressions reveling in the blood of their enemies with a look almost insecure. In her hands are two glasses; one of dragon blood, the other of Olympian blood...human blood. It's enough to make her stomach turn looking at either of them, but the amount of people looking her way make it hard to turn down without causing a scene.]

Couldn't we just settle for hard liquor instead, perhaps?

[She really, really would rather be doing anything else in her evening than drink blood like some crazed demon.]

Like a Moth to a Flame (Wyver) [Having no real alliance to either Wyver and Olympia had its perks, doing jobs for whichever side had the most coin to spare and crossing the border without much of a problem to see her friends that lived in the other city. It also apparently had its costs too, as it's not long during the unrest that someone spots her out in a crowd and deems her a traitor to the city. It had started with something as trivial as her clothing choices, white and blue being a far cry from the black and red throughout the city. She'd scoffed at it then, but it had only gotten worse when people backed up the man's claims of her being a sympathizer by saying they'd actually seen her head over there, coming back and forth as if she were a spy.

And its all sort of ridiculously funny until they get serious about what they did with Olympians, how they would purge the city of such filth in holy flame. It's only unfortunate this isn't the first time the threat has been directed her way, but it is the first time she's fallen to it. She did live here after all, and highly doubtful they'd stand for Wyvern blood to be spilled among all the rest through the streets. At least she can say she put up a hell of a good fight as they carry her bound toward the nearest flame, struggling in her bonds. Help your local friendly neighborhood pirate?]


For the third time today, I've no alliance or contract with any Olympians! [She frowns, wrists straining in their bonds as they move along.] Or do you condemn every person with an urge to see the sights?

Get while the lootin is good (Olympia) [After a few days she'd had enough of the mania running through the streets in Wyver, so instead of seeing what other crazy ideas people came up with she ducks out at a good opening to travel towards Olympia. After all, the last time everyone was riled up in Wyver the other city was in turn somber and silent in it's atmosphere.

…She hadn't expected it to somehow be worse somehow. Couldn't at least one of these cities play nice? Did it always have to come to fire and rampant misconceptions of the other from long time grudges?

The wrecked shops and overall anger in the people of the city reminded her of what she'd come back to to keep Kirkwall from going up in flames not long before she awoke on the station. This time it seems even more senseless, no real cause for it besides a matter that should have been moved on from long ago in her opinion. Neither side liked the other? Fair enough, but drinking blood and destroying storefronts in wild witch hunts was not her idea of letting bygones be bygones.

Something in the air has her nerves alight with the urge to just stop caring and do something, and soon enough she's following people up to the grand palace itself. The ruckus makes it easy to slip inside, common sense left partially to the wayside thanks to the mist with the urge to explore and take coming to the forefront.

The decor of the interior that hasn't been ransacked is beyond beautiful, and although she's no thief the urge to leave with something is strong enough to have her fiddling through the various books and antiques. A pretty coin will get her one step closer to buying a ship and playing by her own rules again, but oh that sure is a pretty necklace isn't it? And ooh, is that a wine cellar?

Soon enough she's in a room surrounded by pillows and various intricate undergarments, a fancy wine bottle she'd nabbed open and partially drank from on a vanity next to her.]


Looks like our queen has good taste, don't you think? [She says it aloud to no one, but turns to face the door just in case while holding up a bejeweled bustier up to her chest with a grin.] Though I think it'll almost be a shame to try and sell something so nice on the market.

[Almost.]

Wildcard (OTA) Feel free to hit me with a different prompt if you like, and I'm always available at [plurk.com profile] batterwitch if you'd like me to write an alternate starter!
cutefaced: (38)

oh my

[personal profile] cutefaced 2018-02-25 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Yona hasn't been out into the mist. Not yet, not today. But she's tired of all his already. None of them deserve to have to deal with this - not the refugees and not the natives who are just trying to live out their lives.

What right do these people have to menace them like this?

When the sound of breaking glass rings out through the house, Yona is reading a book - one of the volumes on medicinal herbs she acquired when she first started studying with Sorey - but her attention snaps up from the pages near-instantly.

She shakes her head.]


This is my home too. I want to help make them leave.

[because how dare they, etc]
originallutece: playing with a blowtorch and doing dabs seems like a terrible combination but you do you (talk; uncertain)

lootin!!

[personal profile] originallutece 2018-02-25 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[The palace has long since fallen, and though there's not the initial mad rush there'd been on the first day, there's a large amount of noise and fuss. Guards are stretched thin, trying like hell to keep people out, but it's easy enough to slip past them.

She doesn't want to, though. Not really. It's not that she's never stolen anything before (because she has, because she likes nice paintings and it's easy to yank a Rembrandt or two when you can tear open holes in the universe), but she doesn't really have the urge, not like a thief does.

But she does see a familiar figure ducking in, and fear grips her heart. Her left arm is bandaged up tightly, and there's a few bruises and cuts along her body. Olympia hasn't been half as openly violent as Wyver, but they have their own methods for punishing thieves and outsiders.

It's an effort to teleport. Rosalind manages three short bursts, just enough to land her into the palace proper, before she gasps and has to stop. But it's quiet here, and she can hear Isabela's footfalls, catching sight of her turning around the corner, so that's all right. She takes her time in following her, so that she catches the tail end of that statement.]


You ought to wear it at least once before selling it.

[She's still on edge, her back arching and her ears pricked for footsteps, but Rosalind says that calmly enough. Closing the door behind her, she comes forward.]

This isn't the wisest place to be, Isabela.
punshots: (✘ rig.)

[personal profile] punshots 2018-02-25 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ For all his admirable haste to get away from the abomination that is chasing them, Prompto nearly stumbles to a stand-still when Rocket drops that particular bit of information on him. That thing...whatever it is, the shamans...

They made it?

Prompto's stomach erupts into knots, his skin clammy and ice cold in an instant. Not this again. Not this again. ]


We gotta get out of here. We gotta get out of here. We gotta -

[ He breaks into a full run again, but it's not as if he has any idea where he's going. ]
ghettobatman: (☠ im batman)

[personal profile] ghettobatman 2018-02-25 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[He didn't mean to startle her -- but she's grabbing his arm soon after, so it seems like he didn't scare her too badly. He lets her hang on, starting to guide her forward, away from the screaming and the noise. More likely is that he'll have to let her climb on his back again and parkour his way out, for the time being, he's trying to take a path that won't draw too much attention to them]

I can and I will. I followed another group here --- I'm going to get you all out.

[He can't tell she can't see by how nervous she is, so pointing out a direction will do nothing] I came down, from the top. And I can tell where the creatures are, so don't worry.
ghettobatman: (☠ gurl you lookin' fine)

[personal profile] ghettobatman 2018-02-25 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
That's not the point. There are people suffering -- and some of them are refugees, like us. I can't just turn a blind eye [no pun intended] and I don't think you can, either. I'm not interested in participating in a war. I'm only interested in getting the victims out.

[And, to share what he's found out:]

They've been kidnapped -- for God knows what. Experiments, torture, I don't know.
america: (019)

[personal profile] america 2018-02-25 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, he's definitely not the guy Steve remembers playing against in a low-key drinking competition back at the Gala, that's for sure.

Just a sketchy vigilante, all dressed in black, interro-threatening an otherworldly shaman. ]


I don't think you're going to get the answers you want from them.

[ Steve's a hero's hero, or he was (he's not entirely sure what he is these days, but that's another tale for another day) but he's got no plans to stop the guy from taking care of this shaman either. ]
kissintime: (hooligan)

[personal profile] kissintime 2018-02-25 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ ermes yelps without any dignity when the laser suddenly blasts off. the group turn their attention to rocket, looking box angry and confused, the only two emotions anyone really needs. ermes meanwhile gasps and grins wildly. ]

Oh man! You guys are in for it now! My dude over here, he's gonna mess you the hell up!

[ the group remains silent, not really sure how to process what they're seeing. or at least not until one of them comes out from the back, lanky with some muscle, and pulls out an iron sword.

You'd make a good meal for the night if you don't watch yourself!
]
kissintime: (psycho circus)

[personal profile] kissintime 2018-02-25 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ ermes throws another punch just as you calls out, then turns her head as she pulls it back. her body is battered and bruised, but the guy she's holding is in a lot worse shape. ]

This guy stole from me! He's only getting what he deserves.
ghettobatman: (☠ im batman)

[personal profile] ghettobatman 2018-02-25 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[That guy was blind for starters. This dude in his goth pajamas surely isn't!! Right, right?]

I need to find out where they've taken the dissenters -- if I can't get the answers from him, I'll get them from someone else.

[Unless Steve himself knows something. Matt cants his head towards the other marvel protagonist questioningly.]

[The shaman isn't intimidated by his thugging around, and tries to spit at him -- Matt avoids it and pushes his face against the floor.]
kissintime: (in the mirror)

[personal profile] kissintime 2018-02-25 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Blindfold man!

[ her favorite vigilante and he's not even sick or falling over! thank god. the knife falls down just a couple inches from where she is, and gracefully she starts doing her best worm and shimmying over to the blade. she manages to grab it between her hands and now has to figure out how the hell to cut herself out of the ropes without cutting herself in the process.

and as she's trying, she can see what's going on, and maybe what he can't see. like the guy running up with a sword overhead.
]

Behind you, watch out!
middy: (Image87)

ii

[personal profile] middy 2018-02-25 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ The sound Mikazuki heard (among other, distant and indistinct ones) was probably that of a body hitting the ground. Then it's the sound of rustling against the ground as that individual gets up, sitting-- at least it's a sign of life than some corpse to lure danger or send a warning, and the soft grunt as that unfortunate soul hints to him being human.

Also... probably not who Mikazuki wants here. Hush did his part in leading away the harmless ones from flames and violence... Look where that got him. But he doesn't regret it because he's taken that sort of life into his very soul, and there's just uncertainty at first of his circumstances. It doesn't last, because it doesn't matter upon hearing that voice. ]


Mikazuki-san. It's me.

[ He recognizes the tone; it's sharp like he knows him, inviting danger to just try him because they're in for a rough time, the jaw of a vicious . But Hush's voice is clear enough, moving towards that invitation to approach his comrade. Even if it isn't for him, not the way it sounds. Like usual, honestly, he just hopes that he won't be a hindrance. Even blindfolded, he's what the both of them probably aim for in this situation. Get out, together. ]

I'm fine.

[ It's not like he'd ask verbally. But it's there because that's one less thing he hopes that Mikazuki would need to worry about. ]
ghettobatman: (☠ im batman)

[personal profile] ghettobatman 2018-02-25 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think it'd have the intended effect. [Says Matt dryly, which is about all the humor he can muster in this situation. Still, he doesn't make any aggressive movements towards the boy, coming up beside him instead]

I can occupy the creatures they're sending after us while you escape. I know the way out, so just follow me.

[It's... sort of a plan]
kissintime: (nowhere to run)

[personal profile] kissintime 2018-02-25 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
A grand worth of assets.

[ off the books surgeries from shady surgeons don't cost cheap, but a long-term investment is worth it. she's hid coins in these babies before, but now they're getting put to better use, as she gets some rings into the hole before pining it back up with the metal embedded in her skin. ]

You got anything good yet?