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A Shadowy Cabal (Mod Acct) ([personal profile] synergismus) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-05-27 08:05 pm

plot } the creatures descend.

Who: Everyone!
What: Creatures descend!
Where: All across the city, although attacks will be most fervent at its heart.
When: Friday/Veerdi evening and into the week.
Notes: Slow and back-tagging is, as always, permitted. If you are confused, look at these two posts for more information.
Warnings: Violence, creepiness, swearing knowing these characters.
On Veerdi, the presence of the creatures reaches a fever pitch. Something has provoked them into launching an all-out assault, though it is one that begins slowly. The pipe-crawlers, generally harmless though they may be, are seen across homes in Baedal, sneaking up through the pipes and into bathtub drains or sinks. They come by the dozens, and their keening makes most homeowners nauseated--but it's their appearance that leads to a number of distressed Network calls.

This is just the distraction for the rest.

The call of the crawlers draws in the armored, sickly creatures with the tiny primates carried inside of it. They are inelegantly lumbering, but much faster than one might expect, and certainly hostile. They trudge across the city, barreling over anyone who gets in their path and leaving them half-crushed in the street. They're certainly unsettling in their obvious unhealthiness, and the disease-ridden animals they carry are downright vicious, especially once they escape (messily, bloodily) from their fleshy cage.

It's the birds that are the worst, though; the cleverest, and the cruelest.

These strange black birds are resistant to typical attacks and flying in large groups. They descend on pedestrians, picking at their eyes and faces, ready to rapidly tear flesh from bone until there's nothing left but skeletal remains. They fly out of range when they can, only to divebomb anyone who might think they've escaped.
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[personal profile] coffeeking 2011-05-29 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well done," Ianto comments, slipping out of the shadows. His gun is drawn, but lowered, as he too looks curiously at the dying crow. "I've been avoiding the birds, myself. Guns just seem to piss them off."

If he finds anything strange or uncomfortable about Sonja's powers, he doesn't say so, or make any other indication of the sort.

[identity profile] tropfatale.livejournal.com 2011-06-02 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonja doesn't pause because she doesn't really have time to do so--things are different here, or so she tells herself, but she's used to carrying such secrecy with her abilities.

But they're useful, and she needs them right now.

"They're a little Hitchcock, aren't they?" Her tone is light, despite the surroundings. "Only seen the birds and monkeys, so far."

So she's missed the pipe-crawlers. They do tend to be less aggressive.