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.

Comments

[rhinemaid]

She laughs now (it gurgles like water - it's a bit of an unusual sound, like happy gargling, or more kindly like the rush of the river itself) more because of his charming grasp of the obvious than his continued mortification at her bare skin, the former seeming less likely to reinforce the desire for the earth to swallow him. "I grew up on an estate in Florence," she tells him, still laughing, "and I'd show you my feet if I weren't afraid you might hurt yourself." How would his Victorian sensibilities cope with naiad butts, etc. Instead, she makes a blithe gesture with one hand, "I'll wear clothes next time we meet."

It isn't actually necessary to wave her tail at him when she dives to go on, it's just funny.

[tothelastbreath]

It is an unusual sound. If asked to describe it later, Allen will be inclined to say it almost tickled. Maybe that's why he finds it oddly contagious, and as Ilde dives, she may hear him starting to laugh along with her, still kind of abashed, but not enough to keep him from making a quip at himself with a light call of, "I'd be much obliged, thank you."

He stays long enough to finally catch a proper look at her tail, then back to work he goes.

...He really will be keeping an eye out for her now, by the way, albeit in her Naiad form. Dressed. And sporting legs.