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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.
gekkajuu: (pic#11553784)

burn motherreader, burn

[personal profile] gekkajuu 2018-02-22 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Atsushi came to the palace mostly to help put out the fires and make sure everything is okay - but it's not okay, is it? None of it is. People are looting left and right, and Atsushi walks around Half Tiger, trying to stop as many looters as he can. Eventually, he'll end up at the treasury, and stay there to protect it; for now, he's still looking around if there are any palace staff or other people in trouble, taking care of whatever looters he runs into.

He's not expecting to see anyone run off with books, even if they are expensive; he's definitely not expecting to look behind the stacked-up tomes and see a familiar face.]


Sorey!?

[Well, that's one "looter" he's not knocking out on sight. Had Sorey been running off with gold, it might have been different; as it is, the combination of familiar face and unlikely loot makes Atsushi more confused than morally indignant.]
sullenstallion: (20)

[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-02-22 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[There reasoning for going to the treasury is the same. Dylas hasn't heard much about what's going on in the palace, he's only just arrived himself after spending days in the Sanctuary cut off from everyone else. It's where everything important would be gathered, it's where all the fighting would be going on.

Curiously, as Dylas descends stairs to the treasury, he has has a bag held tightly in his right hand. As it swings lightly with each step, its clear from the bulging of items inside and the slight sound of inventory being jostled that it's about halfway full of something.

He wrinkles his nose as more of that mist drifts in from a nearby window, swearing under his breath and pressing forward in his search. Search, search, search—he's determined to find someones.

Eventually, he picks up the smell of a tiger, something he's too familiar with these days and breaks into a run. He unceremoniously shoves a door open and strolls boldly into the area Atsushi is defending. That's when the second smell, the scent of blood hits him. He goes from a warm smile to a bewildered expression in only half of a second.]


Atsushi? What are you doing here?
gekkajuu: (pic#11553785)

[personal profile] gekkajuu 2018-02-22 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Another looter, Atsushi thinks, and braces himself accordingly. There will be time for guilt and hesitation later; for now, he's only too happy to let off a little steam. God knows he's been holding back for a long time, frustration at his own helplessness building and building - and now, he can finally do something with it.

... But not at Dylas. Atsushi should have smelled him in return, probably, but that still takes a conscious effort on his part, and he wasn't expecting scent to come in handy.]


Dylas... [The bag is noted, though Atsushi doesn't immediately attach any particular interpretation to it.] I'm trying to protect the Empress' belongings.

[He's still staring at that bag, though.]

What are you..?
underwhelms: (play it cool eh)

[personal profile] underwhelms 2018-02-22 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know...

[ On one hand, it seems outrageous. He's not anyone prominent, and there's nothing inherently political about the existence of a skating rink. But on the other, it feels like there are people in Olympia with hair-trigger tempers; ready to go off at the smallest of perceived slights. It reminds him, rather hilariously, of internet fights: people getting worked up over things as silly as harmless music or cat videos.

Except the fights taking place in Olympia are considerably more dangerous. He remembers seeing the smashed in windows of homes and businesses, and it makes his blood go cold with a helpless sort of despair. This isn't the kind of behaviour that exists in civilized society; he wants to go back home. ]


The people here have always been kind of weird, but now it feels like they've gone totally insane.

[ He's referring to their strange affinity for sex and aphrodisiacs. Considering that however, maybe their anger should make more sense; lust and anger are both base emotions.

He has to wonder which of the two is causing them to earn the stares that they are, several men lurking and making a poor show of being "casual" as they watch the pair. Their eyes trail the line of Misa's clothes, and JJ's not sure which intent would be preferred: lust or anger. He stays close regardless, glad that she's with him, but concerned all the same given her habit of wearing dark clothing.

They're not walking fast, but when of the men finally steps forward with a scoff, JJ does quicken his pace, his hand going to hold hers out of instinct as he meets the man's gaze.

Don't engage, he thinks to himself, but somehow his mouth opens and he's speaking before he can stop himself: ]
Problem?
toten_sie: (lantern: stalking)

Randel Oland | Pumpkin Scissors | Olympia

[personal profile] toten_sie 2018-02-22 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
chaos erupts: shades darker

[ Someone who didn't know the reality of things might think that this felt like home to Randel. After all, he'd come from District Zero, the lawless portion of the city that the government had simply given up on, where nothing was documented and Imperial rule held no sway. But even District Zero had rules, had rulers, and there was a kind of stability there that only residents really understood, an ecosystem unlike the rest of the Empire. This, though... this is like a gang war gone terribly wrong, madness everywhere, and it has Randel's hands clenched tight in his gloves, his arms tensed almost perpetually, the ache forgotten in the face of his tension.

He sleeps near the brothel, and he keeps his weapons on him as he takes his post near the front. Anyone tries anything, he'll... he'll try his best not to break, try to use what Dutch has been teaching him, try to stop them without the Lantern. But he can't say the urge isn't there. ]

sinners to play as saints

[ It reminds him of nothing so much as Karrussel, which he knows is ridiculous. After all, it was just a comparison he'd made, nothing really important. But pulling him on stage, asking him to play a part...

Aren't they all just playing parts right now? No one willing to break role, no one willing to try and be anything different outside of the system that they'd been set into. This, of all things, is so little, so he'll say the lines they feed him and try to satisfy what they're asking for, but he can't help that a part of him...

A part of him is angry, at all of this. And he doesn't know what to do with that. It leaves his face dark as he keeps talking and he keeps his hair over his eyes as he makes his way off. The whole thing leaves him in a poorer mood than anyone might expect. ]

critical condition: vulture hunting

[ Randel's a vegetarian. It's not a word he'd use; instead, he just prefers not to eat meat and the smell or sight of it bothers him. If it's provided to him, he offers it to the street cats he spends an inordinate amount of time with.

But people need help, and there's creatures stopping them. Carrion birds, the kind that feed on the dead. If he can help, he will try to help, and he'll keep his hand off the lantern as long as possible. But he can't put the lives of injured people over his own recovery. Can't and won't. Hopefully, it won't come to that... ]


wildcard

[ anything else you like ]



sullenstallion: (91)

[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-02-22 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gods. That's more blood than he ever thought he'd see in the same room as Atsushi. His stomach does a nasty flip; he knows tigers are carnivores. They're all fangs and claws, not unlike the monsters he's used to dealing with back home. He should've expected that if Atsushi ever got into a fight, it would look something like this.

His grip on the handle of his cloth bag tightens as Atsushi stares at it. He has a bad feeling about this. He glances to the bodies again and then back to his roommate.]


Get out. Go find somewhere else to protect.

[He eyes Atsushi up and down, checking for blood on his clothes. Wounds. Anything of the sort. Is he seriously just down here to bat around looters? He can't...work with this. He's not happy with what he's just discovered at all. His ears fall flat, his tail lashing.]
gekkajuu: commissioned, please do not steal (だから迷わず)

[personal profile] gekkajuu 2018-02-22 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not done here.

[So he's not going anywhere. Besides, whatever that reaction of Dylas' was supposed to be, it was not an answer. Atsushi wouldn't normally be this suspicious, but between the adrenaline and the traces of mist, he can't dismiss the desire to know.]

What's in that bag?

[Atsushi isn't injured at all, though there may be blood from both old injuries and from other people; the tiger always heals fast, and Atsushi can heal light injuries these days - which is something he does plan to try on those looters he beat up... eventually. Not while they may come to and attack, of course.]
sullenstallion: (53)

[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-02-22 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shit. He didn't expect this push back. Incredulously:]

Come on. That wasn't a request. You look like you've been here long enough.

[His gaze falls down to his bag. With his left hand, he reaches for it and pulls it open just a bit. It's no problem for him to reveal what he's carried with him through the palace, but then a realization hits him. His ears shoot up straight and he lets go of the edge of the bag, moving his hand away from it.]

Hey! Why are you asking?

[is that an accusation, Stripes]
nineteenfortyfive: (CHILD)

1

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-02-22 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's not so much a bump quite so much as a grab to his arm. In retrospect, her fault, but her mind is racing so fast and her heart is pounding so hard that she simply goes to a familiar face.]

Theon, thank God--[Said no one ever, but she's immediately letting go and putting her hands up in a show of no harm. Her hands are red, darker in the lines of her palms and dried, and the once clean and crisp white shirt she'd been wearing earlier today has a healthy painting of what is unmistakably blood. It's always a white shirt. Eyes wide, she takes another step back for measure.]

It's me. For fuck's sake, put that down! [Maybe not away entirely, though.]
phykios: (Default)

[personal profile] phykios 2018-02-22 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Excellent! He’ll be drawing water from fountain(s) and the occasional burst pipe to fend off rioters, but I’ll definitely PM you to discuss before going for anything bigger. Thanks mods!!
sullenstallion: (63)

ii, but also wildcardish

[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-02-22 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wow, for whatever reason, Crowley has a woman on his back and no one is there to help him with it. It's just him and the crossbow lady.

And the bedpan being thrown at his face.

There's a familiar face lower down on the barricade. The nonhuman with the horse ears who doesn't smell like shit and hopes Crowley smells like pee now (the bedpan is dry, at least, nothing kinky here).]


Whoops. You look like you needed one, maybe because that's all you ever talk about.

[There's actually a note taped inside the bedpan??? Telling Crowley to try the back??? Because Dylas can't deny helping a woman in need, not because he likes Crowley. Gross. Whether or not Eusford finds it, though...]
braidedwonder: (I feel my heart I cut my teeth)

III

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2018-02-22 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)

[ Duo's been.. well, kind of quietly watching the revelry. Somewhat. There's the clear beginnings of a black eye beginning on the left side, a scuff on his cheek from scuffle in the stands a few days earlier. In particular, the wild, 'fuck with me' look in his eyes that he hasn't carried since the Eve War had been brought to an end. Still, some parts of this are a little much for him.

Namely dragging random people off to throw them in the fires for some stupidly perceived reason or another. He's ventured out from his and Heero's newly acquired 'base' for a little bit to grab a new round of food and drink, sucking on his teeth, mouth a little red from a second bout of 'prove yourself and drink the blood' that he didn't mind doing.

How many times had he tasted pennies previous to now, anyways?

He recognizes Prompto's voice before noticing what's going on, but there's zero hesitation in him. One hand reaches behind him to grab his pistol just in case, his dominant hand swinging with a very solid thud for a boy his size in to the side of another's head.

He topples and Duo's left standing there, gun in one hand and that dangerous smirk painted on literally blood stained lips and teeth. ]


Enough. He's not going in. I can provide a body - or.. three?- if you guys are real determined, though.
gekkajuu: (pic#11553784)

[personal profile] gekkajuu 2018-02-22 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
If it wasn't a request, what was it?

[It's said very calmly, but Atsushi's currently yellow eyes are focused relentlessly on Dylas all the same. Was it an order, then? Is he supposed to obey?

This is wrong. Something about it is wrong, and Atsushi knows it. But he still thinks he deserves answers.

His original question wasn't an accusation as such - it would be weird (though not impossible) to take loot into the treasury! - but with the lack of answer, Atsushi still gets irritated, and with that, his suspicion grows.]


Why are you not telling?
sullenstallion: (20)

Sanctuary - Inside

[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-02-22 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Whoops. He suppose he can't blame Mipha for staring at him like he's come out of nowhere. No one is supposed to be inside the barricade except for Sanctuary employees, and, well...Dylas is one, but he doesn't remember ever crossing paths with someone who looks like a fish before?

He has a bag at his side and he really wants to raid a few of these cabinets.]


I work here. In...in the bakery. Making food for sick people? That's me. Barricade's still up.

[He trips over his words, just as bewildered to run into someone else right where he's planning on pilfering ingredients.]
Edited 2018-02-22 14:48 (UTC)
sullenstallion: (93)

[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-02-22 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[It damn well was an order, from someone who can tell Atsushi isn't thinking clearly. Is this what he's like when he's more tiger than human? Or is it the same nagging feeling at the back of his mind that feels like a frenzy being whipped up? Dylas clicks his tongue.]

What's in my bag has nothing to do with you.

[He doesn't want to explain it more than that, mostly because he's...disturbed. Dylas loves a good fight more than the next guy, for sure, but it almost feels like Atsushi is standing here, relishing in beating the shit out of people and leaving them to bleed against the wall.]

I'm taking over this room. Go pick another one, Atsushi. Preferably a bathroom with a cold shower. We'll talk later when you don't look like you're about to freak out on me.
braidedwonder: (You can never stop me from rushing)

I-C

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2018-02-22 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)

[ Duo's seen enough small fight clubs to know what to expect in these round fights. Sure, they hadn't been quite as blood thirsty as credit thirsty on L2, but it doesn't bother him at all to watch people getting their faces caved in left and right around him, either. He could just hide out with his injured partner from his world, but.. well.

They needed food supplies, and he doesn't really want to miss out on every single bit of a carnage and attempt to learn something about Wyverians and how their society worked. So far they seemed just as brutal as he was used to from home and in a way...

It's odd, but not terrible for him.

Duo makes his way over to Mika as he moves out of the ring, already swinging his bag off his shoulder to offer a little bit in the way of medical supplies and ways to sterilize injuries. ]


After all that swingin' you ought to be. [ A laugh. ] We can catch something to eat, if ya want.

Just gotta take some back to my place after or I'll catch a raft.
braidedwonder: (I can’t deceive my fucking pride)

I do what I want - here's a video call for you Mipha

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2018-02-22 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)

[ In the chaos of everything Duo'd thought to attempt to get Mipha over in to Wyver to take a look at Heero but...

Well, it's all gone to shit too fast and now he isn't too sure about anyone's sanity. Even his own in a way. When the video feed opens it's to Duo.. his face absolutely smeared with blood and a wild, wide eyed, creepy smiled look on it. His nose is bleeding from the left nostril, trailing down his face but smeared along his jaw where the sensation had annoyed him, mouth and lips stained with it too but it's unclear why. ]


Mipha?

You okay over there?
competing: (Default)

[personal profile] competing 2018-02-22 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
if someone gets tapped to procure olympian blood but refuses, what are the consequences...?
apricitous: (glasses: wtf dark)

Clark Kent | DCEU | Wyver

[personal profile] apricitous 2018-02-22 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
FOR GLORY: SPECTATING

[ Clark doesn't want to be here. He's here, though, because he knows for a fact that Jess and Kale are both involved in these games, and given the changes in parameters, he wants to be there, wants to watch when and if he can. He's not sure what, if anything, he could do if anything went wrong or went haywire, but he absolutely intends to be on hand as often as possible. Not just for them, but for anyone. This dragon magic, this dragon blood, it's doing things to people that he does not like, and his ears have been full to bursting with madness, it seems. ]

FANNING THE FLAMES: HERE AND THERE

[ It's been a while since he did things like this. He hasn't made a decision about the suit, exactly, or maybe just about Superman. But he can't, won't stand bye and see people hurt or killed. That's why he's taken to going back to his old methods, the way he used to do things: go fast enough they can't see you as anything but a blur, keep your face at least partially covered.

He doesn't fight. Instead, he just grabs whoever the mob has decided to attack and gets the heck out of there at top speed, the cape as helpful as anything with cutting the wind so he can go fast enough without causing injury. And yes, re: the cape, he's using the suit, just because it's helpful and looks nothing like anything else he wears normally, but he hopes that no one's going to know to put that S on anything. Even if maybe he goes a little slower when one of the people he's saved from the mob or an unsuspecting near-sacrifice needs a calming voice or a warm hand on their shoulder.

He's not Superman here. He's just Clark. But... Clark's never been good at letting terrible things happen on his watch. If he has to move after this, so be it...]

BEASTLY EXHIBITS: TAKEN

[ ...they catch him at work.

They don't know that he's the blur who's been snatching victims out of the mob's hands, but they know that he's tried to calm things down in his work place, at the bar he likes to get his beer from, while he's at the market. The most blatant example was probably there, where one of the shoppers had been accosted and he'd very gently persuaded them via the offer of a few drinks and by giving up his day's catch from down at the harbor. He shouldn't, he knows he shouldn't have, but he hadn't been able to let it happen right in front of him any more during the day than he did at night. Which was why he was in the maze now, and a part of him is glad for it. Not for obviously failing at his attempts to be subtle, but because he can hear others in here and he has every intention to try and help them. He can hear what's out there, what's waiting for them, and he doesn't want to see any more blood shed than necessary. Now he just has to find people and hopefully make it out without being too blatant...]

wildcard

[ anything else you can think of!]




adelphoi: (🍰 ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ)

a;

[personal profile] adelphoi 2018-02-22 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he is certainly not the only one. she has been edgy for weeks now, the tensions that have always existed between these two nations have been rising and thickening, and now it seems that the levee is breaking at last.

alisaie's hand finds his elbow, gently guiding him to turn away, her voice quiet enough to keep from being overheard. hopefully. ]


Do not stare overlong, or they are liable to drag you into it.
adelphoi: (🍰 ғɪɢ)

iii;

[personal profile] adelphoi 2018-02-22 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh no you didn't.

alisaie has been all but frantic, searching for him. chaos erupted so quickly, so violently, though she cannot say that she did not see it coming. only a few weeks ago, she herself was in the very same situation that prompto has found himself in, facing the heat of the licking flames that promised a painful death.

her rapier is out immediately, sharp and focused, and mark her words, she is not playing nice, consequences be damned. these men forfeited their lives the moment they sought to take the life of another, and moreover, the life of her fiance; there will be a reckoning. thankfully, she recognizes prompto's voice immediately amidst the chaos.

without a second thought, alisaie runs her rapier straight through the man at prompto's left, and with a gurgling gasp he releases his grasp and drops to his knees. before the one on his right even has a moment to react, her blade is turned on him as well, its sharp, bloodied point aimed right for the throat. ]


Release him!
kissintime: (dreaming)

3 with a bit of wildcard

[personal profile] kissintime 2018-02-22 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ everyone knows that when chaos erupts, shit goes on fire, and authority is disbanded, there is only one sensible option for the every day man and woman. that sensible option is looting. and while there aren't any electronic stores to steal the newest tvs from, the palace and all the expensive stuff in it is a perfect target.

it just so happens that as bigby plans to get out of olympia, ermes is staggering on by with a bag slung over her shoulder, the sound of metal clanging together coming from inside. and while looking around frantic and totally normal, she catches sight of bigby and stares at him like a deer in the headlights.
]
godslay: (158)

iv. rubs my face all over this

[personal profile] godslay 2018-02-22 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gamora was lucky enough not to get dragged into the cave against her will – but only because she wasn't afraid to beat her would-be kidnappers senseless when they tried.

Does that mean that Gamora isn't going to explore the Altar, though?

No, no, it does not.

So where is Gamora now? Half looking for her dumb Terran, and half looking for answers through the halls of the (frankly, unsettling) place of worship.

Fortunately for her, she doesn't need any amount of light to see (a modification that proves itself useful time and again), so she doesn't break the oppressive darkness herself. She can hear someone else moving slowly, carefully through the halls, just around the corner, and—

She moves, quick and silent, to turn the corner and point her sword to a stranger's throat.

... Except she absolutely recognizes those glowing spots in the dark and behind them, an all-too familiar mask. ]


... Peter?

[ At least she's whispering. ]
braidedwonder: (Default)

Duo Maxwell | Gundam Wing | Wyver | OTA

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2018-02-22 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
i. what can I say for the little biddy baby

[ Duo, for once, has decided to stay to the side lines for this kind of fighting. It’s not his first go round with bare knuckle matches or watching them, that much is apparent by the way he watches without even flinching at the heavier blows, arms crossed, feet spread to help keep himself from stumbling in the surging and retreating crowd. His reserve enough to preserve his face and not take to fighting in the rounds doesn’t prevent him from fighting entirely, however –

a. He notices immediately when Wyverians start brawling in the stands, the surge of the crowd and shouts of those trying to escape or just watch a little longer draw his gaze first. At first the Deathscythe pilot doesn’t move, just sort of calmly watching the beginning carnage as he hears the distinct snap of knuckles breaking a nose. That strangely hued blue gaze snaps away from the action though as he notices an uncomfortable face, reaching out to take the person by their upper arm to get their attention. ]


“I can give you an escort, if ya want.”

b. [Alternately, the brawl in the upper stands moves down, eventually, the first combatants swinging and eventually sucking in others. Duo had been watching until he takes an unforeseen punch from his left side, head snapping in the opposite direction –

And that’s when he snaps, immediately turning to punch his assailant, solid and assured as he joins the fray, even grinning a little in that murderous devil-may-care manner. Good luck if your character is running in to him here, this may get a little gorey quickly for a small guy who doesn’t look all that threatening. ]


ii. i'll take one for the money 'cause I've already paid

[ Somehow it shouldn’t be surprising that he’s found a way to be challenged to a blood drinking contest. Perhaps it’s someone who’s seen him brawling in the days previous, someone he’s knocked around in those brawls. By this time Duo’s showing a little bit of wear and tear – the beginnings of a black eye swooping under one blue eye, the dark color making the wild, threatening energy behind them perhaps a bit more obvious.

Of course, for a former street orphan who’s eaten literal trash before in his life… animal blood isn’t really the most disgusting thing he’s ever laid lips on.

In a bid to blend in the braided boy shrugs his shoulders, swirls the thick, familiar, tinny smelling liquid once, twice –

And then downs it in one go, like a shot of liquor. The burning sensation is… unique, but he tries to ignore it as best he can ]


Not the worst. Just do it so they’ll leave ya alone..


iii. why stand beside me, just play dead

[ The Shamans may have taken a little advantage of Duo’s new-found cockiness and confidence beyond his own usual dose of ego in luring him in to their little maze of trials. The blindfold goes on with Duo’s permission to escort him in, sort of smiling at the way this sneaking around in the dark might be pretty damn easy. He’s done it what feels like a thousand times before in military bases… some labyrinth won’t be too terrible he doesn’t think.

Once released he skulks through the dark, moving silently through the dim, low light, foot falls instinctually placed, ball of the foot to roll silently down like a cat slinking through the darkness on a hunt. He’s already drawn his own knife – a quieter killer, just in case –

Which may be when he skulks upon your character… or not.

Choose your poison. ]


iv. one twenty hear the tick, this is where we begin

[ If you want to do something other than what I have here, hit me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] goblinrex or hit me up with a PM! ]

braidedwonder: (Don’t you want to disappoint)

closed to heero yuy

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2018-02-22 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)

[ At one point this evening Duo had told Heero he'd be right back with their dinner, and all that the other pilot needed to do was sit tight and let his ribs heal.

Two hours later than projected in walks Duo Maxwell, bits of a leaf mixed in to his hair, smudged with dirt and grime, bloodied nose dripping down his face and looking as though he had a close up meeting with the ground by the scuffs on the same side - but he's faithfully brought food. The place has officially lost it's damn mind, but Duo isn't the type to take taunts or challenges laying down. All it had taken was a few off color comments about him being effeminate and possibly Olympian or something to effect because of his hair and Duo was flying in to a fight. His knuckles are bruised after pounding away at faces and where ever he could get with bare fists, bruised, possibly a sprained finger or two, but..

Well, Heero is used to it and he doesn't expect him to be anything other than annoyed at his lateness. ]


Here. Eat while I get cleaned up, Heero.