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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[aregulargirl.livejournal.com]

Since the bird's already dead, Max feels comfortable enough to take a few steps closer to see what Sonja's talking about. She frowns as she gets a better look at what she's holding - it looks almost like a pearl, or maybe a bead. This is what's been terrorizing the city the past few days?

"How is that possible?" she wonders aloud, looking back at the woman. In her experience, whenever things get killed, they leave an actual body behind.

[tropfatale.livejournal.com]

"Magic, I'd guess. This place acknowledges it as a daily part of reality." She turns the bead over in her hands, and hears a scream from down the street--looks like more company should be arriving soon. Sonja doesn't rise just yet, but now she knows that she won't be able to stop for long. That's fine. Part of the game.

She glances at Max over her shoulder.

"Sounds like more on the way. You look game." To kill shit, yes.

Monkeys or birds, that's the big question. Too fucking zoological for her tastes; she half-misses mutated cannibals.

[aregulargirl.livejournal.com]

By now, Max has heard about magic existing and has even seen it performed in front of her, but it still strikes her as pretty unreal, even considering all the things she's seen in her life. She nods to Sonja, hands tightening around the crowbar, and turns in the direction the scream came from.

She'd prefer to handle the monkeys, if she has a choice.

[tropfatale.livejournal.com]

Monkeys it is! About two dozen come racing down the street, their high-pitched intermittent screeches serving as a decent warning system. They're fast, though, and not above trying to scratch bystanders as they head toward Max and Sonja's location.

Sonja looks pretty relaxed, for the time being, but that's deceptive.

[aregulargirl.livejournal.com]

Max, in contrast, tenses up, her spine going straight as she crouches into a fighting position. She doesn't start off running, there's no need, they're already fast on their way. She glances at Sonja again, very briefly, before one of them gets close enough for her to strike hard over the head.

[tropfatale.livejournal.com]

"Batter up," Sonja says, and there's a tone like she could have smiled or the sentiment is there, but her expression stays calm.

With that many targets advancing that quickly, the sword's her best bet.

Augmented with a little magic, but she'll use that discreetly. The first wave hits, and Sonja ends up decapitating the nearest primate to her, which is messy, and sends its tiny head flying. Oops.