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multiversallogs2011-05-27 08:05 pm
synergismus) wrote in multiversallogs2011-05-27 08:05 pm
Entry tags:
- # operation: bio,
- @ brock marsh,
- @ mog hill,
- @ mog hill: valhalla inn,
- @ sobek croix,
- @ ~ gross tar river,
- alucard,
- anna demirovna,
- dean winchester,
- hellboy,
- ilde decima,
- integra hellsing,
- jones,
- marie-sixtine st. vincent,
- martel,
- rachel conway,
- raylan givens,
- sonja garin,
- { boromir,
- { nazca barsavi,
- } adrian veidt,
- } allen walker,
- } balthier,
- } cassandra of troy,
- } clark kent,
- } edward nigma,
- } gabriel gray,
- } ianto jones,
- } jo harvelle,
- } jysiri,
- } katherine pierce,
- } kriv scorpion-tongue,
- } lex luthor,
- } mabel albans,
- } max guevara,
- } michael anders,
- } mina barrett
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.
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.
Dean and Jo
She's only recently arrived in Baedal, and she's already looking to be in the middle of things. It helps that it'd require hunting skills, since that's what she's been developing for the past year or so. It's what she's been gearing herself up for her whole life.
Because everything has literally hit the fan, there's no time for real greetings. She tells Dean she's in the city, he briefly gives her the rundown, and they agree to meet so she can be back-up.
An hour later, she's meeting Dean in the nearest train station as promised.
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He glances up at movement near the entrance, a faint smile breaking out at the sight of Jo. "Over here," he calls. He snaps the shotgun closed and explains to his charges that this is a friend, she's here to help.
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"Met your boss," she adds. In fact, without one Sir Integra Hellsing, it's likely she wouldn't have gotten here at all.
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"Yeah? Good." Dean's loyalty is strong--Integra's earned it. He'll want details on that meeting later. For now though--more pressing matters.
"So we're gonna get these people back to the inn. This dude needs a medic and I hear they've got one there. The rest of them just need to get the hell off the street. You said someone mentioned the monsters. They give you any details on what they do?"
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She relays what information she can from the monsters that she killed along the way. "The damn crows are what's more difficult to get at. Fired shots their way, but all it did in the end was scatter them long enough to get away," she explains, not wasting any time in pleasantries, either.
That can come later. "Let's get them to the inn, then. You need more ammo?"
Integra gave her buckround shots. She's saved some of 'em up.
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And he'll use them, fast. He doesn't want to hear them talking again, not the way they taunted him before. See you in Hell.
"To the inn. Let's move as a group, you and me keep these people between us. Okay?"
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She gives him another firm nod and she starts putting everyone in between her and Dean. "Lead the way," she says, and for once, there's nothing about her that's snarky or looking to get ahead. She's learned about the hunt, knows full well that it's nothing to get excited about, and she's looking to take these people to safely as best she can.
It helps to have Dean and Sam in the city, if truth be told.
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"This way," he says, for the benefit of the people they're escorting. They move toward the exit; Dean pauses there a moment to scan the sky. So far, so good.
"Okay. We'll stay on the sidewalk and stick close to the buildings, in case we gotta take cover again. Let's move."