plot } the creatures descend.

[synergismus]

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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[coffeeking]

"I am, but I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't broadcast that information." It's almost a kneejerk habit for Ianto to keep his profession under wraps, and Hellsing is little different in that respect than Torchwood was. Hellsing may not be top secret like Torchwood, but it isn't necessarily the best idea to let everyone know you work for the people responsible for taking out the seedier non-human elements of the city.

Ianto glanced briefly at the thing Cassandra had killed before firing another shot off at yet another monkey. The damn things were still creeping out of the corpse.

[cassie_of_troy]

"What is Hellsing?" Cassandra asked, never one to back down from asking a question. She nocked another arrow, shooting at the whatever crawling down the street before her. "That organization run by that Integra woman?" She didn't seem particularly warm, but Cassandra supposed that came with the territory. Still, she had been a little put off when she asked about training and was given a slightly cold shoulder.

Vaguely, she found herself wondering what would have happened if Cassandra herself had reported her vision to those people.

They'll never believe you, Swan.

She shook the horrible memory away from her, letting her arrow fly. "Never mind. Where are you from, Captain? I don't recognize your clothing or your White Tower."

sorry for the deleted comment, realised i was mixing this thread up w/ another >_>

[ofminastirith.livejournal.com]

Boromir seems a little bit taken aback by that, but puts it to the back of his mind. So far he's only been told of its existence by the river-maiden, Ilde. But a strange city means strange warfare and he doesn't know the nature of this man's mission, after all. "Consider it forgotten."

That Integra woman also gets Boromir's attention. Again, he saves it away for later. Instead, he turns his attention to the stalker, whose parasites are still emerging. He mutters something inaudible which is most likely a ye olde curse word, and plunges his sword into the beast's stomach. "Gondor." Stabbity stab. "Middle-Earth, Arda. I seem to be the only native to be brought here." Or at least he thinks -elves have a tendency to get around. "And yourself?"