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Entry tags:
- # operation: bio,
- @ mog hill,
- @ sobek croix,
- james t. kirk,
- lucius malfoy (jr),
- marie-sixtine st. vincent,
- martel,
- nuala ní balor,
- { bellatrix lestrange,
- { nazca barsavi,
- } alec mcdowell,
- } apollo,
- } cassandra of troy,
- } deucalion,
- } edward nigma,
- } gabriel gray,
- } narcissa black,
- } narcissa malfoy,
- } sebastian lemat
The City at Large & Mission Alpha
Who: OPEN to all residents.
What: The ant-situation is changing!
Where: Throughout the city.
When: NOW. This thread will likely cover a few days.
Warnings: To be updated.
It is a week and some change after the ants first noticeably began their labour and it seems they have finished rebuilding their houses. It's hard to see exactly what is going on from the ground, but the brave few who have ventured into and up the hives or climbed neighbouring buildings get a good enough view. The rooftops are now crowned with organic spires, much like malformed and undernourished termite nests reaching for the heavens. They are not the best constructs, some of them have broken off or imploded, but the majority of the spires stand.
Then one morning, individual ants are seen climbing to the very top of their towers. They then sit still, mandibles locked and antennae arched. It's hours before any change becomes noticeable, and by then it's too late. The ants have sprouted strange fleshy fungal tentacles, all filled to the bursting with spores.
Soon there after, reports come in from all across the city about people acting out of character; some have become catatonic or violent after brief a period of sickness. Individuals have been seen entering the ant-occupied buildings to help defend the ants against intruders, others have attempted to climb high points in the city or thrown themselves in the rivers.
Once again the City is under siege, but this time the enemy is invisible.
What: The ant-situation is changing!
Where: Throughout the city.
When: NOW. This thread will likely cover a few days.
Warnings: To be updated.
Dear Mission Alpha,
It is your undeniable privilege to bring back as many of the so-called 'crow pearls' as possible to the Temple. Any temple. No one important cares how you do it, just get it done. Try to be substantial about it, let's say more than 50, hmm? The actual task here is to deprive our deranged ant-friends of as many pearls as possible, but no one is going to be rewarded for stories like 'oh we absolutely threw two tons of pearls down the whirlpool, we swear on our broodmother's grave', okay? Okay. Peachy. Bring me the pearls, chop chop.
Your totally sweet gods have decided to lend you some ...boons I guess, however that goes, to aid you in your quest. Useful objects. For you, my gifted pilferers and negotiators:
A Skeleton Key - it will open any unwarded lock. It will not open warded locks. That means magical locks. No magical locks will be opened with this key. Unless the magic is broken first. Good luck with that.
Get-Out-of-Jail-Free Card - I realize no one has bothered to build proper jail cells in Our City yet so it's more of a Fend-off-The-Local-Authorities-Free Card but that's not as catchy. Think of it as An Official Voucher From the Gods that says you're on Official Twelve Point Business and can't be arrested right now. Keep it for the Sheriffs as it might not have the desired effect the Militia.
Privacy Ward or App For Your CiD - Well you don't want to get caught leaking signals and communication everywhere, do you.
It is a week and some change after the ants first noticeably began their labour and it seems they have finished rebuilding their houses. It's hard to see exactly what is going on from the ground, but the brave few who have ventured into and up the hives or climbed neighbouring buildings get a good enough view. The rooftops are now crowned with organic spires, much like malformed and undernourished termite nests reaching for the heavens. They are not the best constructs, some of them have broken off or imploded, but the majority of the spires stand.
Then one morning, individual ants are seen climbing to the very top of their towers. They then sit still, mandibles locked and antennae arched. It's hours before any change becomes noticeable, and by then it's too late. The ants have sprouted strange fleshy fungal tentacles, all filled to the bursting with spores.
Soon there after, reports come in from all across the city about people acting out of character; some have become catatonic or violent after brief a period of sickness. Individuals have been seen entering the ant-occupied buildings to help defend the ants against intruders, others have attempted to climb high points in the city or thrown themselves in the rivers.
Once again the City is under siege, but this time the enemy is invisible.
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"...Lucius?" Narcissa's voice is weak, a hint of otherness still present in her tone. "Where are you?"
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That strange desire to head for the fog still grips her, and she speaks like one under compulsion - which she is, though she doesn't know it.
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Her words are imploring as she relaxes back into the pillow. If he said he'll help, he'll help. Narcissa loosens her grip on his hand, knowing she'll soon be free of her aching head and able to make her way to the outskirts of the city with no obstacle.
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Le Mat's supplies are decent, and he manages to compose a suitable potion that will first take the edge off her headache but then send her into a deep sleep.
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"Thank you."
Had it truly been a simple headache potion, she'd be sitting upright. As it is...
"I think-- I think I shall lie here... for a moment, before--"
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"Alright," she mutters. "But only because--"
The reason is lost as she succumbs to induced slumber, her wand hand twitching in an unconscious move to free her wand from her sleeve - the final attempt of the spores to exert some control over her.
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