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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.
punshots: (✘ sutro.)

[personal profile] punshots 2018-02-25 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Thanks for sparing him the second-hand smoke, dude. Prompto swallows, attempting to look more confident than he feels inside. Sure, this isn't his first time using a first aid kit, even today, but it's not like he's ever been officially trained in this capacity. He just wanted to help.

The desire seemed good enough to start. Hopefully this doesn't end with him throttled for totally bungling a wrap job.

He catches the bandages before gingerly perching on the bench next to Bigby. ]


You got it! You're gonna be good as new in no-time! [ Probably. Maybe. ] Uh - lemme see your hand?

[ He shouldn't have said it so much like a question. ]
frombetrayal: (041)

[personal profile] frombetrayal 2018-02-25 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Making it drop her is a little easier said than done, and ordinarily, Haru wouldn't try it unless she was sure she could get the timing absolutely right to parkour onto a rooftop. But they're a little too high up now—

Diana has a broom. She can catch her.

She'll just have to trust her.

She twists hard in the bird's grasp, aiming to loosen up the talons. The vulture gives an indignant squawk as it readjusts its hold, but between her struggling and the blasts that it has to dodge, eventually it loses its grip.

Haru tries hard not to scream as she falls. Instead, she waits for the opportunity to grab onto Diana's broomstick.]
cutefaced: (26)

[personal profile] cutefaced 2018-02-25 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
[The look on her face is slightly dubious, like she expects Mephisto to do less luring them into her room and more just dealing with them on his own. Mostly because handling it solo was his original suggestion.

But arguing with him about it will waste time, and if they're too loud, they'll lose the element of surprise.]


Okay.

[Yona's voice is a whisper, and she grabs a chair as she moves to take up her place by the door. A bow and arrow won't do much good at short range, after all.]

Let's do this, Faust.
cutefaced: (6)

[personal profile] cutefaced 2018-02-25 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
[She's silent for a few long moments, squinting at his face in the darkness and wracking her brains to try and figure out where she's heard that voice before.]

...we've met, right?
adelphoi: (🍰 ғʟᴏʀᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ)

[personal profile] adelphoi 2018-02-25 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ /donkey

the towel is fluffy and soft and feels worlds better than her gritty, filthy clothing had. she wraps herself up in it and steps out of the shower, her feet sore and aching, but their bed is but a few steps away. ]


Chocolate chip?

[ she asks through a tired smile, sitting at the edge of their bed and rubbing the towel through her hair. she should find a fresh nightdress to wear, but the bed is so soft, and standing up again seems like so much work.. ]
ghettobatman: (☠ hello new robin)

[personal profile] ghettobatman 2018-02-25 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
We haven't.

[He lies blatantly. Surely, he's not a blind man/mother hen!!! Where would she get that idea] But I'm here to help. I promise.
cutefaced: is fun and shit until the conditions that could lead to one suddenly seem feasible (fantasizing about the apocalypse)

[personal profile] cutefaced 2018-02-25 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[matt why are you a lying liar who lies]

You're not one of the shamans...?
ghettobatman: (☠ gurl you lookin' fine)

[personal profile] ghettobatman 2018-02-25 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Because it's his secret identity okay]

No -- I'm a refugee, like you. I followed the shamans here -- to find out where the missing people went and to get them out.

[He's making a point not to make any sudden moves, but he does offer her his hand]
punshots: (✘ brooklyn.)

[personal profile] punshots 2018-02-25 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, clothes are way too much work, to be honest. After dragging the towel through his hair, he drops it into a heap on the floor before flopping into the bed in an inelegant face plant. It takes a considerable amount of effort for him to worm his way beneath the sheets. It's probably super attractive.

Still face-first against the pillow, his voice muffled: ]


What are we going to do, Alisaie?

[ What is the plan? Can they even make one, never knowing what tomorrow might bring? ]
whatisright: (Nag nag nag)

Justice

[personal profile] whatisright 2018-02-25 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
Chaos Begins

Justice is in his element like this. Protecting the innocent, punishing wrongdoers, this is what he's made for. When an arsonist sets a house on fire, he doesn't hesitate to leap inside and wrestle through the flames to find those trapped inside, enchanting their clothes to protect them from the blaze as he leads them out one by one as fast as possible.

As Justice steps out for the last time with a child cradled in his arms, the house crumbles behind him. He offers the child to her mother, saying, "I am sorry for your home, but I know who did this. You will have justice."

The woman glances down at his arm, crying as she accepts her child. "You're hurt."

Justice looks down at his arm, only just noticing a blistering burn spread across a long swath of it. "I will find a healer later. Find shelter now."

Rage Sets In, a Palace Burning

Justice is aware of the mist, but not of how much it's affecting even him.

When he finds the arsonists, they're at the burning Palace, running inside for loot. Visible anger flashes in his eyes, but he doesn't have time to even call for them to halt before one of them, barely old enough to drink, turns on Justice and runs at him with a hatchet.

Justice doesn't cut him down as he usually would. Justice hits the man's temple with the hilt of his sword with a crack, leaving an indent as the man drops his hatchet. Justice brings his hilt down again and caves in the man's skull, making him drop like a rag doll.

The kill is just, so it doesn't make him skip a beat, but anyone who knows him will see that he is being far more brutal than he usually is.

An Ill-Fated Play

Justice came here to save some unlucky citizens drafted into playing Wyverns in this barbaric play, but the people have turned on him. 'Nutjob,' they call him. Madman, kook, Wyver spy. They close in on him, and there are too many. He's disarmed and they drag him by his hair to the stage.

Even worse than all the hands is the rage and bloodlust, pressing in on him from all sides, infusing his being as he thrashes in their grip. He shouldn't be here. He can't be here. Not marinading in all this hate, not held down for wanton human violence. Words leave him, because words don't matter here. Instead, fights, pulling and scratching and biting, the focus of too much attention to disappear or teleport away, so he's left to fight like an animal.

Then they hold out the brand.

The flesh under his skin glows bright blue, like there's a light burning inside of him that threatens to melt his exterior. His eyes have no pupils, only blue. When he stretches his mouth open, his face is all wrong, mouth too wide and bones too sharp, like something has changed and it's suddenly clear he's only pretending to be human, and he lets out a roar that shakes the stage.

Someone should stop the Olympians for their own sake.
adelphoi: (🍰 ᴘᴇᴀɴᴜᴛ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ)

[personal profile] adelphoi 2018-02-25 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's mega attractive. this is why she agreed to marry him, for his naked bed worming. at least his freckled butt looks cute.

with a soft, breathless chuckle she tosses her towel onto the floor beside his own, and pulls the covers up over her legs, leaning over him to take the ice towel into her hands again. it's melted a little bit by now, but there's still more than enough to be effective. ]


First, you are going to turn over, so I can tend to your face.

[ she says, softly, touching the ice to one of his ears to urge him a little more quickly. ]
tricksune: (o21)

palace!

[personal profile] tricksune 2018-02-25 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yusuke isn't often cowed by violence, and frankly, he doesn't really see the harm in beating the snot out of some crooks regardless. (If someone would raise a hand against a bunch of servants, they should be willing to accept a blow back—so they had it coming, didn't they.) But that's not the issue. The problem here is that there's higher stakes at play, and he needs some help.

He doesn't really have much time to be picky about where he gets it from, though maybe he's a little more prepared for a caped-and-cowled fellow than the average citizen, what with looking like he's stepped out of a masquerade himself. ]


—Wait.

[ The group ahead is trying (futilely) to break into the main treasury, a sealed door beyond any of the others he's spotted so far. It'd keep them occupied for the better part of a few minutes, at least. Maybe. Whatever—he speaks urgently, ignoring the would-be looters for a second. Yusuke goes so far as to try and reach for his arm, like that might divert his attention. ]

There's others that need us. Leave them.

[ Out in the adjacent hall, there's the crack of a window, shouts, and the smell of smoke. ]
meinwaifu: dog (Do you like it ruff ♪)

cw: a-animal "death"...

[personal profile] meinwaifu 2018-02-25 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
I'll be counting on you, Miss Yona.

[He nods, waiting for her to get into position before silently letting the door open itself -- just enough for him to squeeze out. He'll actually go along with the plan to some extent. If they seem harmless enough, he might even try and give Yona a chance to fight back, if only to see how she planned to carry this out to end.]

[But he's not going to get that chance. Before he can so much as let out a single warning bark, he suddenly yelps-- and the door slams shut as something small is flung against it with enough force to rattle the hinges.]

[The voices that were once rather muffled are suddenly very clear -- how did they get so close to the door so fast?]

["What's that supposed to be? Some kinda guard mutt?" The first voice is deep -- coming from a man who sounds like he must be pretty big for how it echoes. The second voice that follows is softer, as though the one speaking must be rather young. "'s dead now. Didja have to swing so hard? Ya damn near tore it's head off!"]

[As they talk, a thick pool of blood starts to creep in from under the door.]
america: (185)

[personal profile] america 2018-02-25 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, he's well aware he could kill this man if he'd wanted to.

Which makes the whole not killing him all that much more significant. ]


Nothing's wrong with me. [ Steve says, and he feels himself practically seething the words out, like maybe even he doesn't quite believe that. ] You should go, Claire.
punshots: (✘ hudson.)

[personal profile] punshots 2018-02-25 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ The touch if the ice to his ear is pretty necessary, because otherwise he would be content to lie in this position for the rest of eternity. He gasps at the sudden cold, however, and then flops onto his back with a groan. He is clearly very put out, here. ]

That was a cheap move...

[ A cheap move so she can help his gross face feel better, how dare she!!! But there's a slight curve to the shape of his mouth as he peers over at her, eyes warm and fond. ]
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[personal profile] fiendennor 2018-02-25 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Ordinarily, that might be something that Diana trusted herself to do-- fly down and catch Haru mid fall. Hell, it's something that she's done before, with Akko. But she had two good arms then, neither of which was holding a wand.

So she's going to have to do this a different way. Diana pulls up, just for a moment so that she can steady herself, seeing Haru fall from the bird. She points her wand... at Haru.]
Paleis Capama!

[A speck of green light at the end of her wand bursts into a shower of sparkles. You know how you were falling just a second ago, Haru? Yeah, that's not happening anymore. Instead, a little bubble of shimmering force surrounds you in midair, suspending you harmlessly above the ground-- but unable to move much on your own.

Luckily, that makes it very easy for Diana to just point the broom in the right direction, swinging by Haru. It's way easier to catch a target in midair than one that's falling, after all.

She scoots forward on the broom so that Haru has room to pull herself on behind her, and then bites her lip in a grimace as even that motion hurts her broken arm like hell.]
--climb on, quickly!

[Because right now, being suspended in midair means they are a tempting target for an angry vulture.]
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[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-02-25 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Maybe if she remembered to keep her mouth and nose covered, she wouldn't be feeling so--this. The man on the ground groans, muttering some unpleasant words about his opponent, while some of the others have scurried off to find easier targets than the big man in the strange get up. Others stay to watch this turn of events.

Claire finds herself not caring. She's just pissed off.]


Go? So you can run around like a crazed bull and slam people into the ground, creating more bloody work for me?
america: (071)

[personal profile] america 2018-02-25 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
Believe me, I feel the sentiment.

[ Hell, Steve would go so far as to pin his discontent on the entire week; and boy, it's been a long one. War, he gets. Fighting, he understands. But throw in mists and monsters and no real understanding of the cause, and it's fighting for reasons he can't get invested in. It's a fight against chaos and nothing more.

He gives his companion's choice of weapon an appreciative nod. ]


After this, we're getting a hard drink.

[ The kind he can drink.

The shamen begin to move forward, sharp, twisted blades in hand. ]
america: (185)

[personal profile] america 2018-02-25 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
Can't reason with them. [ Steve says to her. ] Not right now, anyway.

[ There's something in the air, something that's primal and has one hell of an effect on the simple things -- like reason.

Of course, it seems to have affected Captain America, too, because though he'll try to deny it, he's itching for a good fight. ]


Back off this shop. [ He warns the cluster of troublemakers. ] None of these establishments are a free-for-all. And anyone who feels like breaking a law today is gonna have to go through me.
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[personal profile] logpose 2018-02-25 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ The moment she sees Polnareff, her reaction is immediate. Concerns about drawing attention to herself discarded in an instant, she lets out a joyous exclamation, her relief at seeing him all too apparent. ]

Polnareff!! You're here! [ And her name isn't 'Redhead', but that's not a priority right now. With the help of his mysterious rapier that seemed to appear out of nowhere, she can feel the ropes loosening from around her wrists and ankles. Nami gets up on her feet, dusting herself off quickly. ]

I can walk just fine, but we need to get everyone out of here. They must be doing some strange ritual in there. [ From outside, she can hear the footsteps of more religious goons making their way to where the commotion is. After helping Polnareff free some of the people, she pulls out her weapon ...

That she kept in, uh, her cleavage. i hate one piece ]
It's a good thing they didn't know I had this ...
toten_sie: (with the doorknocker)

[personal profile] toten_sie 2018-02-25 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a light... from a perfectly normal lantern, as opposed to the one at his hip. It does illuminate a handgun the size of a sawed off in one massive hand, and Randel's eyes have never looked so hard as they do right now. But there's recognition as he tilts his head towards the back entrance. The gun isn't pointed at Reign, but at the alley behind him. It's not as if he'd fire anyway; his weapons is only meant to be used at point blank range. When he speaks, though, his voice is the same as Reign would remember. ]

You should come in.
america: (081)

[personal profile] america 2018-02-25 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Steve lets out a breath, shoulders relaxing ever-so-slightly. And he wonders how he hadn't recognized that voice sooner.

He's going to blame it on the adrenaline. ]


Alan. [ Steve shakes his head, hooking his shield back over his shoulder, but remains no less alert. He's not sure why Bruce is here or what he could want, and who knows what surprises could spring up otherwise. ] If we survive all this, dinner's on me.

[ He studies him. ]

Didn't take you for a rioter.
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Reinhardt Wilhelm | Wyver

[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-02-25 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
1 - Glory!
[ The opponents so far isn't all this arena has. But it seems they'd been waiting to throw this gargantuan man out there. He towers over you and just about anyone else. He's twice as broad too. More than that, he seems to have come equipped for war. His armor seems quite different from other knights. Not many have rocket boosters on their backs. His hammer is as large as some of his opponents. And right now, that once gray metal was now red with the blood of his opponents.

He doesn't come right away. He won't attack a person from behind. Instead, the giant enters to the cheers (and jeers) of the crowd. He steps in and he waits his turn, while the you dispatch your latest opponent.

It's then that he removes his helmet, planting his hammer on the ground with force that makes the ground crack and quake right where he put it. Under the helmet, he's aged and warn, but he is grinning, eyeing that sword with that single good eye. His accent when he speaks is thickly German and booms loudly over the crowd ]


When you are done with the children before you, I invite you to meet me in combat! You are worthy.

[ Then the helmet goes back on and he's picking up his hammer ]

2 - Drink with me
[ This has been a very very terrible idea. Who ever thought it was a good thing to give such blood to a man like Reinhardt. He's already extra as it is. And now, he's about three large tankards in and feeling like he can take on the world. Which is why he reacts the way he does when someone suggests painting something in the blood of the Olympians. ]

ABSOLUTELY NOT! CAN'T YOU SEE HOW VILE AND WRONG THIS IS!

[ There is a swing from his huge hand and that blood goes everywhere. Not just that. The table is getting flipped and he's rolling up his sleeves. ]

I WILL TEACH YOU THE ERROR OF YOUR WAYS.

[ Someone might want to stop Reinhardt before he beats someone to death with his bare hands. ]

3 - Fanning the flames
Reinhardt is in trouble. A lot of trouble. He's made a name for himself as someone who helped. Too much. He's spoken out too much. Even now, he's fighting against this. He's protecting those that others are trying to harm. He won't let anyone get fed to the fire. Not while he can stand. Not while he's still breathing.

And that looks like it might be changing very soon. After all, there's a large mob of people. They're pelting Reinhardt with rocks. He takes hits from chairs and weapons. He's bleeding heavily. Bruised and limping badly on one leg. His armor is still far from him. He got caught without it. All he has is his shield and he has to save that for those that need it more than him.

Which is why he's slowly, methodically being driven back, step by step towards the fire.

4 - Monsters INC
Now this. This is something Reinhardt can handle. This is something he lives for. Fighting monsters. He's far too eager about it. He knows that the priests are likely just using him. He knows he's not very popular with anyone in this city (or those whom he hasn't helped), so he's expendable. And though he's looking pretty ragged from fighting in the city, he's still facing the monster before him with a grim determination aware of the one brought next to him to help.

"Let's put this poor thing out of it's misery."
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[personal profile] revlon 2018-02-25 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's drawn by the shouting, the spray of water. They're nowhere near the cove so her first thought is that someone's gone and burst a pipe or the rioters have taken to smashing up the fountains. Either way, it means a fight escalating to even more excessive property damage and it'll only be a matter of time before she has to drag herself out and rush back to her apartment to fortify it.

Except it's none of that (not yet). It's young Mr Jackson with his sword and a soggy mob crowding in on him. It's drawing attention, certainly. The poor bystanders caught in the mess are escaping and Peggy intends to keep this diversion going; in fact, she'll help it do so. So she lifts her fingers to her lips and blows a sharp whistle and some heads turn to look at her. ]


Now that's hardly fair, is it? [ Hands on her hips, curled hair messy and loose, lipstick somehow still impeccable. But her body language speaks volumes: she's coiled to spring into another fight. ] All of you and just one of him?
revlon: (221)

[personal profile] revlon 2018-02-25 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ If her hands weren't full, she'd be considering the same options as Steve. And God, but she could go the rest of her life without having to weigh those decisions ever again — because war is a staple across worlds, it seems, and this one is boiling over soon enough. But one thing at a time.

She hears Steve before she sees him, twisting around just long enough to catch the line of his gaze, and then she's moving. The girl she's helping is practically carried to the tables and she huddles low as they rush over; the girl is ushered underneath, Peggy works with a few others to haul the tables together so more people can duck for cover.

And then she's running back out to join the American, swinging her rifle around rather than the pistol at her hip. ]


Mr Trevor, [ she greets, bracing the butt stock against her shoulder and lifting to aim. As if this was any other casual afternoon and not, well. A riot. They've got to keep this damned vulture away from the crowd until people can get to safety. ] Have you got eyes on the target?