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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.

[identity profile] tropfatale.livejournal.com 2011-06-05 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
The telekinetic force behind the birds crushes them until nothing but wet wings and broken bones remains--and then the birds continue to course into Baedalite beads, disappearing with a gentle puff of magical energy.

Sonja watches, impassive. When she speaks, it's clearly directed toward Nazca, though she doesn't turn her head.

"There will be more coming."
ironshodboots: (I can be a good girl if I like)

[personal profile] ironshodboots 2011-06-05 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course there will." Her own tone is even and conversational. "Are you heading somewhere, or just trying to weed them out?"

[identity profile] tropfatale.livejournal.com 2011-06-09 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just taking them as they come, mostly." And collecting information--she won't be appeased with simply killing them all. She wants to know why they're here.

She indicates the beads with a tilt of her head.

"Seen those?"
ironshodboots: (just - no)

[personal profile] ironshodboots 2011-06-09 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have. I thought they might be something of whoever or whatever created or controls them." Meaning she hasn't touched any of them with a ten foot pole.