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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] suninhades 2011-06-05 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
Integra leans over and shows him how to use the GPS bit of his CiD (handy to locate oneself), and highlights a few problem areas. It doesn't bother her to do this - she is the commander for a reason, after all, and while Integra is fully competent and highly skilled in the field, her true purpose is to lead and weave strategy. It is merely that in this instance, she's better able to do that from out here.

"My agents are people with these badges," she tells him, and indicates her own. Except for Alucard, she thinks, but then, it's not like he's going to need any friendly fire help. "I'll let them know your name, and to work with you if you cross paths. Godspeed, Mr. Walker. And thank you."

[personal profile] tothelastbreath 2011-06-06 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
Well, will you look at that. A handheld device that tells you where you are! And here Allen'd been under the impression that the 19th century is plenty modern. Baedal may be backwards about their water bottles, but this, this is excellent (now watch him get lost anyway).

The cowl unfurls out of thin air once he has drained the contents of his bottle and pocketed his CiD, still as pristine as ever, all traces of the previous fight gone.

"I'll keep an eye out for them," he replies after taking a good look at her badge. "And please don't mention it, I'm just doing what I can. Thank you for keeping some semblance of order in this place." Adding, with a sobriety usually reserved for promises, and maybe it is one, "I'm sure it'll help save a lot more lives."

Allen's not one to end his conversations so abruptly, but he's never been known to stay long when he's needed elsewhere either. The last word has barely left his tongue when he turns and takes off for the closest hotspot of infestations.