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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.
ayes: (pic#11471759)

[personal profile] ayes 2018-02-26 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps it's the way he just threw that shield like it's nothing. Perhaps it's his intimidating physique and the fact that he exudes pure presence. Perhaps it's the girl like a foot and a half shorter than him, menacingly wielding a dowel rod (probably not).

Either way, one by one, the members of the mob decide that they can probably do better elsewhere, and the crowd thins, and then disperses.

You heaves an audible sigh of relief, all but slumping against the nearby wall.]
Holy crap... my heart's pounding...

W-what the hell is going on tonight?!
frombetrayal: (025)

[personal profile] frombetrayal 2018-02-26 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Haru winces. Getting hit with a brick has to hurt.

It makes her made to start with that people are doing this - it makes her even madder that one of her friends has been hurt as a result. She rushes forward to take a swipe at the jerk who threw a brick at Minako - though she's sure to twist her axe so that she hits him wit the flat of the blade, not the edge.

She wants to incapacitate him, not murder him.]


Understood. See if you can get the shopkeeper somewhere safe, then?

[It'll take some doing - the shopkeeper, looking on, is in hysterics and not in any fit state to hide.]
abyssalflame: (shut up)

[personal profile] abyssalflame 2018-02-26 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not surprised. This is an attempt at quiet extermination, after all.

[Hence all the rumors about kidnappings and silencings and the like. Sid doesn't let go of his hand, though, in the hopes of not losing track of him in a place neither of them can see well. Darkness works well when you wield it properly, but not necessarily when it cuts off an important sense in combat.]

Any ideas for getting out in one piece, then?
planetary_bonds: (polished by me) (gettin' real tired of your bullshit)

[personal profile] planetary_bonds 2018-02-26 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Yusei scoffs.]

If they wanted a quiet extermination, they'd have killed us while we were still blindfolded.

[This is a show of some sort, isn't it? A ritual? A game? Either way, Yusei can only shake his head.]

I've just been trying to feel my way out. But with no vision or any way to know where I actually am in this place...it's been slow going.
yelliot: (//Gilbert Baked Scones Again...)

[personal profile] yelliot 2018-02-26 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Just because it's tiny doesn't make it any less wriggly as far as Elliot's concerned. Thankfully though his head is freed from its little claws, much to his relief.

He's good now, thanks.]


...Yeah, I am. [And, since he's been asked-] I'm trying to find the bastards who broke the windows of the tavern I play at.
seagoing: (pic#11955379)

[personal profile] seagoing 2018-02-26 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Before it was mostly all talk. Both sides had to play nice and work together for a while, so aside from the ones who were too eager for a fight it was mostly sour attitudes and cold shoulders about depending on where you were.

[She's actually grateful for the distraction of conversation to draw her from the unease of the fighting below. She's no stranger to fights, used to blood and violence from her life as a raider and doing what was needed to survive. Enjoys it even depending on the fight itself, but everything down below just felt...wrong. There's no honor to be found in these duels, no joy in watching the competition. She frowns, recalling the drastic difference in the people of the city.]

The festival was likely the beginning of all of this. [And then she pauses because no, that can't be right.] No, I think the sheer joy they had at shooting the ships from the sky was the real sign of things changing for the worst. Especially so because the people on board were neither from Wyver or Olympia. Not that any of them cared much about that little detail.

[She looks up at him, curious as she sizes him up.] I'm guessing you're one of the new arrivals to miss out on all of that. If it helps, none of us here expected you all to be shot down from the sky. Fight some giant monster maybe, but nothing like that.
abyssalflame: (considerate)

[personal profile] abyssalflame 2018-02-26 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[He pauses, thoughtful.]

I have dried herbs on me, for what it's worth, but without something to hold the flame, they're useless on their own as tinder. If you've anything on you that's flammable, now would be an excellent time to use it.
rechained: (★ is this the place for the cult meeting)

alternatively, gilbert has a lot of ptsd

[personal profile] rechained 2018-02-26 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ The palace is burning. There's screaming and there's laughter. Running footsteps, fighting, crashing. Gilbert came with the intention of helping, but as soon as he drew near—

All he can see is the fire.

He smells blood. Is there blood? He feels like there should be blood. Vincent, where's Vincent? Asleep, safe, in the pods—

He can't move, can't breathe, can't think.

It's burning. It's all burning. Sablier is burning.

He doesn't want to remember.

There's a voice, nearby, murky and distant as though through water. He blinks, dazed, turning his gaze at the stranger.

Master...?

No, a stranger. Speaking to him. He's—

He's in Olympia. At the palace. He grits his teeth. ]


What? Why would I change my— [ He doesn't get it, sorry JJ, but now that you have his attention he's decided you're as good as anybody else. If not to help directly, then to help him remember he's in the present and doesn't have time to stand there confused. ] C'mon, we're going to put out some fires and 'convince' the looters they'd rather be helping.
terrantrash: (42)

[personal profile] terrantrash 2018-02-26 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
I'm okay.

[Surprisingly. He didn't end up bbq in the end.]

I've had a few close calls but I'm fine otherwise.
terrantrash: (10)

[personal profile] terrantrash 2018-02-26 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
M-Mikazuki?

[Honestly, if he wasn't in a state of sheer panic, he might be just a little put out by Mikazuki's comment. As it stands though he's more than happy to see the other boy's familiar face. He's a welcome presence amidst the chaos and if he's willing to save him, well, Slaine can't complain now can he?

Watching him move to knock the others out (Were they dead? Honestly it looked like they might be...) was mesmerizing, or would be if Slaine could appreciate it properly. Instead he finds himself being yanked free of the clutches of the fire hungry mob, stumbling over his own feet, nearly face planting into the ground before he catches himself.]
punshots: (✘ earlybird.)

[personal profile] punshots 2018-02-26 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ The ice feels heavenly against his throbbing face, but the kisses feel even more so. Beneath the covers, he catches one of her hands in his, threading their fingers together, the other arm winding loosely around her back. About those sleep cuddles... ]

You, too, sweetheart.

[ He lets his eyes fall shut, and for a moment, it seems as if he's fallen into a swift, deep sleep.

...Before he pipes up with: ]


...I really hope no one burns our house down tonight.

[ He really doesn't want to deal with arson while naked. ]
terrantrash: (11)

[personal profile] terrantrash 2018-02-26 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[It only made sense that he volunteer to help Yona track down the little lizards when they'd be set loose. One, he didn't want her running off by herself amidst all the chaos and two, more than one pair of eyes and hands was better than just one. So, here Slaine finds himself, helping with the wrangling, and all things considered it's been going pretty good.

That is, until someone decides to threaten her with a spear once they do find a dragon. With her arms preoccupied with holding the creature Slaine takes it upon himself to reach for his pistol and aim it straight at the hunter. He doesn't pull the trigger just yet though, opting to yell at the man instead.]


You heard her! Back off!
terrantrash: (10)

[personal profile] terrantrash 2018-02-26 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[In a way, Slaine's no stranger to violence toward him, but this is taking it to a whole new level. His struggle isn't really amounting to much and the closer he gets to the pyre the more shrill his screaming becomes. Is it dignified? Hell no.

At least someone is coming to his recuse? Maybe? He sure as hell hopes so. It doesn't seem like the people who have him in their grasp are paying Prompto any mind though...unfortunately.]
punshots: (✘ watermark.)

[personal profile] punshots 2018-02-26 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a twisted sort of appreciation in watching Ardyn so swiftly take down someone that moments ago would have fed Prompto to the flames. It's a reminder of why his fear of the man isn't unfounded, but having him on his side certainly makes this a much quicker fight than it would otherwise be.

With the second man in a heap on the ground, Prompto faces the third and final, his gun still in his raised hand. He doesn't think for a second that that apology is sincere, but he is backing off, and Prompto has a decision to make.

It's not an easy one. If he lets this man go, there's no guarantee he won't try to do to someone else what he just tried to do to himself. In fact, with the fervor in town, it's more than likely. If he disables him with a shot, the odds would go down considerably.

But that would also be taking away the man's choice, and you don't shoot someone who surrenders.

Prompto ignores Ardyn's question, instead stepping closer to the man, barrel aimed right at his heart. ]


I'm gonna give you a chance to make a better choice next time. Don't waste it.

[ He dismisses the gun from his hand, and the man scrambles away as fast as his legs will take him. ]
tricksune: personal scans / dnt (pic#12040638)

[personal profile] tricksune 2018-02-26 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Be nice? He has feelings???

Anyway, that is many, many years, and he'll contemplate the nature of existing for that long later. Right now, immediately, time is probably more of the essence. ]


Throwing you? How barbaric.

[ He understands selling... she does look rather valuable. That's probably how they got into this mess in the first place. ]

Can you tell me what you hear, at least?
cajolery: (114)

wildcard. let's fight the birb, why not

[personal profile] cajolery 2018-02-26 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Clair has the same idea as Richie, as it turns out—head to the Sanctuary for first aid supplies and do the best she can to get them to the people who need it. Except—it's doesn't really work out like that. Even before they hit the barricade further down the street—

The massive shadow that passes overhead, blotting out the sunlight, makes her stop mid-stride and look up. A second later, there's a high-pitched screech that reverberates through her very bones, drawing her eye towards the giant vulture swooping down towards the street in a short arc, its sharp talons splayed. People scream and scatter, diving out of the way as the bird rushes closer— ]


Rich!

[ Instinctively, she throws her weight against him and tackles him to the ground, just as the vulture soars over them and scoops up some other unlucky bystander.

By Mila. ]
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[personal profile] nanamari 2018-02-26 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
i. Wyver (limit 2)

[ It was only a matter of time before the simmering tension between the two cities finally came to a head. Ana has been expecting this, and she's out at nearly all times of the day and night because of it. Most often, she sticks to the rooftops, fully covered in armor and carefully concealed as she watches the streets through the scope of her rifle. She knows what she looks like: a mysterious figure with a gun aimed toward clusters of people. It's easy to mistake her intention with tensions so high.

Still, Ana knows what she's here for. If anyone happens to watch her long enough, they'll see that she rarely fires her weapon, and when she does hit someone they seem mysteriously invigorated and largely unharmed. She's protecting civilians, giving them just the boost they need to get out of danger, and healing other vigilantes who happen to be doing the same. When people do collapse in pain or fall unconscious from her shot, they get up again after a few minutes and move on unharmed; whatever civilian they've been chasing or store they've been trying to loot is well out of their hands by then.

Sometimes she gets much closer to the action, of course. In Wyver, she takes on anyone trying to force civilians into the cities' bonfires. She's a solid combatant, hand-to-hand, switching seamlessly between firing her sidearm and her rifle in close quarters, or using them as bludgeoning weapons instead. She's not made for strength, but she picks her targets rapidly and well, without hesitation.

Sometimes she shows up in the aftermath of a fight that's already winding down or finished, and in those cases she offers a hand with treating injuries, both for the civilians and those who've helped to protect them. ]


( Feel free to tag in anywhere! Come and team up to do vigilante stuff, rescue people, get a healing boost, or mistake her for one of the shady characters lurking about. )

ii. Beastly Exhibits (closed to akira)

[ Protesters have been disappearing. Ana has been keeping her watch from a distance, and she's one of the first people to notice. The loudest and boldest voices are the ones to disappear first, and she doubts that they've gone somewhere good.

It takes her a couple of days to pinpoint the culprits, but she tails them up the mountain that she hasn't visited since the pact. They've blindfolded people and led them to some sort of maze, but the darkness makes it difficult to tell exactly what lies within the walls. The screams and sounds from within are nearly inhuman, and even Ana hesitates to take it on alone. She sits in her perch on the roof of the temple, considering how to proceed. If she calls Jack or Alan for backup, it may be too late for the people already inside... ]


iii. Olympia (limit 3)

[ Ana doesn't forget the reason she's made the journey from Wyver to Olympia. In the midst of the chaos, she'll be dropping in on her friends. Mostly she just wants to confirm that they're safe. She may stay for tea or help them make repairs to their homes and places of work. She may seek them out for help with a particularly bad situation or, on some occasions, she may be injured and in need of somewhere safe to patch herself up.

Maybe this is the day that one of her trips between the two cities lands her in trouble with a mob in one city or the other. While Ana can handle herself, she's always grateful for a helping hand as well. ]


iv. wildcard
Edited 2018-02-26 05:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] adelphoi 2018-02-26 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ ah but him trying to put out fires while buttass naked would be really hilarious..

.. alisaie however only offers him a flat look, sighing through her nose. of course the threat is real enough, but she's not terribly worried - as far as they are from the main hub of the city, high on this cliff and set back even from their nearest neighbors, the chance of being targeted is quite low. or so she hopes. ]


Go to sleep, Prompto.

[ she says, much less gently this time, though still she curls toward him, tucking in close, though careful still to keep the ice pack in place. she'll stay awake at least until he falls asleep, so they don't wake up in a puddle of melted ice.. ]
frombetrayal: (019)

[personal profile] frombetrayal 2018-02-26 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[She's more surprised than anything else - surprised, but very quickly coming to understand what's going on here. She would have had to have been blind to miss the way the tensions have been rising in the cities in the last couple of months.

This is what it looks like when they boil over. Haru flinches as he pushes the poker into her shoulder. That thing is a lot sharper than it looks.

...if he has to hit someone, better that he hit her than someone more fragile, isn't it?]


It's— it's all right. This is... just a play. I can take it.

[Probably.

Maybe if she doesn't fit their idea of what should be happening here, they'll calm down. Maybe. Either way, she can hardly walk away from this and let someone else get dragged up the second her back is turned.]
fisherwife: (he kinda resembled a guppy fish.)

[personal profile] fisherwife 2018-02-26 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Possibly not. [But Mipha smiles anyhow.] But that's alright. If we both work here, I'm sure we both have similar goals, then.

[Which is a diplomatic way of implying she's probably on Clarke's side. While she can understand the reasoning behind the decision to close the Sanctuary off and conserve supplies until they're needed en mass, she can't agree with denying people the help they need when they need it.]

To help people in need, correct?
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[personal profile] lifespanned 2018-02-26 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's reassuring, at least... She lets out a little bit of a sigh of relief, relaxing her vice grip on the other's arm but still clinging for closeness. ]

Okay! Misa believes you. Just lead the way, okay? I'll totally owe you once we are out...

[ She's just naive enough to believe that the fact that the other could sense where the creatures are meant that they weren't going to run into any, so she doesn't bother pulling out her weapon. Besides, if it came down to that, he'd probably take care of it and she'd just get in the way. ]

Will it take a long time to escape?
eusford: (mood)

he's gonna beat his ass

[personal profile] eusford 2018-02-26 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Crowley blinks before he's being met with the bedpan hitting him at the side of his face, which comically enough only causes him to blink thrice before realizing that... something (?) has hit him (??) apparently (???).

And it's a fuckin' bedpan. Who does this shit. ]


Dylas... [ His voice is just above a whisper, balancing between menacing and genuine excitement with seeing a familiar face. His expression immediately sours, however, indicating that he's not the least bit happy to see him; desiring to helpful or not, Crowley's a second away from tearing the whole barricade down before he notices the note. Raising a brow, his lips press firmly against each other before he glances at the woman still shaking while holding a crossbow. ]

Fine. Then I'll come back to tell you her dying breath so you can feel even worse, you witch.

[ That wasn't necessary and the poor woman is probably in tears by now but... whatever... he'll try the back!? ]
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[personal profile] frombetrayal 2018-02-26 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a shame the Sanctuary is still barricaded, because Diana's arm is going to need some looking at after this.

But that's something they can worry about later. What they need to worry about right now is dealing with the bird, and there are a few options for that. ...sadly, if she tries to shoot from here, the recoil might knock them both off the broom. Better to stick with her Persona.]


I do. Milady, come!

[That's all the warning Diana gets, but it's all the warning the vulture gets, too, before her friendly headless "ghost" appears in a swath of blue flames. A psychokinetic blast hits the air just in front of the creature - it does't seem too effective, but if it dodges it, it will have to slow down.]
fisherwife: (you slapped the bag of goldfish away)

[personal profile] fisherwife 2018-02-26 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
But I didn't do much to stop it, either. Inaction is just as bad. [She shakes her head a little to clear it, because that's not really the point right now.] I can't change the past, but I can change my actions going forward.

So it's alright if I help you. I don't fear a little trouble. [Mipha's quick to smile reassuringly, gesturing for him to follow her]

I don't know if I can help you smuggling them out, but I can help you get to them.
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[personal profile] punshots 2018-02-26 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, he definitely stops, as soon as he makes out those same distinct and incongruous noises. Things that hiss should slither, and things that walk shouldn't hiss. So...

Someone is walking down the corridor with a snake???

Wait, what?

Just to err on the side of caution, Prompto summons his gun into his hand, the light illuminating his tense features for a moment. ]


What is it?