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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] edsidlemirth.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Organizational stuff for the paper." He waves a hand through the air. He is really glad to have work, but it's already beneath him. "I'm going to be doing puzzles for them, too. It'll be great. Once people can actually sit and read in peace, eh?"

He keeps watching the window, waiting for another bird to smack into it, because now it's amusing. "What are you going to do?"
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2011-06-15 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
"That sounds like a great job. I hope your work's really successful."

She's pleased that he's found work--she feels like doing that is one more step toward independence, toward trying to establish oneself here. The city's left them no choice.

"I'm working at the Shrove's Wing. It's a teahouse in Gallmarch. It's fun, so far."

And something to do, for money, until she finds something better. She wanted out of the inn, wanted to be on her own, and getting work was the only way to do that.