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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.
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Moving the girl to one of the cots is the work of only a moment or so. Several people are on them; two or three look to be in terrible shape and appear to simply have been drugged heavily to keep them from suffering too much. Mike's glance at them is punctuated with a wince; they're patients he can't save. Others, however, are resting peacefully and look like they'll pull through.
"We'll probably get another patient in a few minutes. It's been a pretty steady stream for a while, but it's getting lighter. People are starting to stay inside unless they're geared up for fighting these things."
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"...I can stay."
It's what Peter would offer, what one of Peter's friends would do. Step in and help, do what they could until the danger was over.
"If you can use the help I can stay. Until things calm down."
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He gestures at the headless creature in the sink.
"--straight into the waiting arms of some of those monkeys." He grimaces and shakes his head. "Or just driven out because you don't have any food left, if they stick around a while. Speaking of which..."
He points at his backpack -- still on his back and very heavy looking -- as he starts cleaning up the exam table.
"If you get hungry and the kitchen here can't give you anything, I've got a bunch of MREs. They taste like shit, but they'll keep you going. Might have one myself in a moment, if nobody comes running in."
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He'd wanted to do something. Use one of the gifts--stolen gifts--at his disposal. But he feared it was a slippery slope. Call on those abilities even with the best of intentions, and risk opening the door to sliding right back into being a bloodthirsty greedy monster. He'd brought an injured girl here rather than stay outside and take on the monsters.
The monsters were out there. In here he was just like everyone else.
...Except that he didn't eat much. Never had, really, being the kind of guy who engrossed himself in his work (even when it was horrific) and only remembered to eat when he needed to. Before that, before his life had gone crazy, he was a tightly-wound man with a mother who used food as a weapon of control. He rarely ate then, either. These days, with the rapid cellular regeneration, he found he could go a bit longer without food.
He didn't need the fuel yet but he wouldn't begrudge Mike that. "You should eat," he urged softly, "while it's quiet and you can take a few minutes. You've been working in here a while. You could use the break and you should eat now so you don't collapse on me later."
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"Chicken fajita. Somebody up there hates me today..." He doesn't really seem bothered, though. It's probably the worst of the MRE assortment, but he's actually still eaten far worse. He sets up the flameless ration heater and starts warming his government-issued horror. "I wonder if throwing these at the monkeys would make them run. They could fling all the shit back at me that they wanted and I'd still win."
He grins over at Gabriel, so the other man knows he's just griping for fun. It was a contest among the men in his team, to come up with the most disparaging remarks they could make about their meals before they actually ate them. The logic was that if they insulted the food enough, they might lower their expectations to the point where the actual eating was a pleasant surprise in comparison.
"So, did you get dragged out of your world and into a little green room, too?"