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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] returntous.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Holy shit!" Mabel stumbles back away from the fire, surprised even though she saw it coming. There's something about fire that has a certain appeal to her; she's used it herself to sometimes disastrous effects (in Baedal no one ever sees your rap sheet). It's a strange sort of appeal, evoking at things in her head that turn to shadows whenever she tries to grasp them.

It passes quickly, especially when she realizes the fight's not over, and she offers Dean the gun again. "That was the most fucking awesome thing I have ever seen."
wearyheadtorest: (gun too bad so sad)

[personal profile] wearyheadtorest 2011-06-19 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks," Dean murmurs. He's trying not to smile as he takes the gun back--this is business, these are serious circumstances--but there may be the barest hint of one anyway, tugging the corners of his mouth.

"It's effective. Worked for me the last time I got jumped by more sons of bitches than I could handle." Eels. On that boat trip. He'd hoped it was the last time he had an experience like that, but this was starting to become a little too regular for his liking here.

He snaps off a shot, dropping a monkey that comes charging from behind his flaming compatriots.