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Entry tags:
- !event log,
- brandon heat | n/a,
- finn onaru | the dragonborn,
- jonathan walsh | snake man,
- lucina | n/a,
- magnus burnsides | the hammer,
- † ahsoka tano | fulcrum,
- † akira kurusu | joker,
- † andrew pulaski | apollo,
- † blue oak | n/a,
- † daisy johnson | quake,
- † dean allen | the gray man,
- † ezequiel omaandaxa | centelha azul,
- † hazel lockwood | n/a,
- † jacob taylor | the protector,
- † leo | n/a,
- † peter parker | spider-man,
- † petyr baelish | littlefinger,
- † raina | n/a
I'M JUST A MEAN GREEN MOTHER FROM OUTER SPACE
WHO: YOU
WHERE: Throughout Maurtia Falls
WHEN: January 19-20
WHAT: As outlined in HERE, Maurtia Falls is being invaded by plantlife and aggressive creatures, ready to go on the attack. There’s plenty of room to fight, to become hurt, to help others, or simply just panic: which will you choose?
WARNINGS: Violence; one death (as far as we know!). If you have any questions, please direct them HERE. If you’d like your character to be turned into a plant, please check in HERE. Lastly, remember that you’ll need mod permission if you’d like to kill your character during this event; if you’re going that route, please hit up the Plotting Post!
Sometimes when things go south, it happens over a long, slow period of time, where you hardly notice that things have gone wrong until it’s there and present, impossible to ignore.
This is not one of those times. Whenever a Relic gets involved, the destruction is almost always immediate, messy, and, in most cases, absolutely impossible to control. Streaming out from one of Maurtia Falls’ suburban neighbourhoods, a trail of plant matter winds its way down the roads and homes, everything being turned into twisting branches, a flurry of flowers, leaves and vines and shrubs bursting out of every nook and cranny, impossible to ignore, and in some cases, nigh impossible to get through; in places where Archie dallied, you may find yourself confronted with a wreckage of dense shrubbery and spiked vines, impeding your path unless you happen to be one of those lucky souls who carries a machete with you.
Along the path of destruction, there’s a more jarring sight than the simple overabundance of nature. People of all shapes and sizes and all ages are scattered across the city, their skin having turned into thick and knotted bark, frozen as they’ve been touched. You can see them, poised as though to run, cigarette halfway lifted to their lips, mouths open in an aborted cry, or even faces frozen in a smile, having turned to greet whoever was approaching them. Bewildered officials are rounding up all of these figures and storing them in safehouses until they can figure out what to do with them - but they’ll need help. They’re heavy, and while their bark-like skin is hardy enough, officials are practiced enough with the numerous oddities that come with living in an imPort city to be wary of breaking anything - if they can be turned back, who knows what will happen to any digits that have been snapped off?
Even if the plantlife seems innocuous - though certainly a pain in the ass for anyone wanting to perform maintenance on the many buildings - the ramifications of what’s happened are already beginning to set in, and people need help. There are groups of people trapped in buildings, the doors and windows having been fused shut by winding vines and trees coiling around them, with no clear way of getting out. Or, perhaps, you’ll find yourself drawn towards buildings that were long past overdue for a rehaul as it is, their creaky foundations straining underneath the pressure of vines making their way into every vulnerable support point, filled with people who need to be evacuated before anything collapses. Or, of course, you could be one of those unlucky souls trapped in there - but surely a fellow imPort will help you out!
Of course, not everything is just going to sit around and look pretty. You may run into all manners of creatures, as described HERE. From Tangelas shooting their vines around your ankles and dragging you towards other creatures from dark corners to Cacturnes shooting their spines at you from atop their perches on top of buildings or streetlamps to the more hardy Chestnaughts striking you with the force of a ton of bricks to Shiinotics infecting all those around them with their coloured, gently wafting spores, there’s plenty here to fight off, especially if you care to protect the innocent civilians fleeing from them and finding that in this nature’s paradise, there’s nowhere to hide. Perhaps the most potent of them all is that poison: you may find entire rooms full of civilians having been affected by them, keeled over in gastrointestinal discomfort, standing rigid as a board after undergoing paralysis or, most discomfiting of all, lashing out at everything and everyone around them as they’re taken under the grips of hallucinations.
It lasts for two long, long days, but at the end of the 20th, everything simply… stops. Slowly but surely, the vibrant life that’s spread throughout the city, bringing everything to life in vivid shades of verdant, magenta and sapphire begins to wither and die. It’s a jarring thing to watch, as though watching the crumbling of a magnificent city in quicktime, rendering everything in deep, muddy, dead browns and lifeless grey, everything breaking down until the merest touch makes the plant life simply crumble away. Those who have turned into plants will find their shells withering away as well, and they re-emerge anew, even if they’ll have to pluck flowers out of their scalp for the next few days. That being said, there’s still plenty of work that must be done: there are those hospitalized after being poisoned, of course, but more than that, the city is absolutely covered in wreckage that needs to be cleared away and disposed of, with plenty of buildings that have been broken beyond repair. The officials may not directly ask for imPort assistance in cleaning the city up but, after seeing the teams of workers and volunteers take to the streets to try to regain some semblance of normalcy in their city, dirty and crime-ridden though it may be, you may want to lend a helping hand.
WHERE: Throughout Maurtia Falls
WHEN: January 19-20
WHAT: As outlined in HERE, Maurtia Falls is being invaded by plantlife and aggressive creatures, ready to go on the attack. There’s plenty of room to fight, to become hurt, to help others, or simply just panic: which will you choose?
WARNINGS: Violence; one death (as far as we know!). If you have any questions, please direct them HERE. If you’d like your character to be turned into a plant, please check in HERE. Lastly, remember that you’ll need mod permission if you’d like to kill your character during this event; if you’re going that route, please hit up the Plotting Post!
Sometimes when things go south, it happens over a long, slow period of time, where you hardly notice that things have gone wrong until it’s there and present, impossible to ignore.
This is not one of those times. Whenever a Relic gets involved, the destruction is almost always immediate, messy, and, in most cases, absolutely impossible to control. Streaming out from one of Maurtia Falls’ suburban neighbourhoods, a trail of plant matter winds its way down the roads and homes, everything being turned into twisting branches, a flurry of flowers, leaves and vines and shrubs bursting out of every nook and cranny, impossible to ignore, and in some cases, nigh impossible to get through; in places where Archie dallied, you may find yourself confronted with a wreckage of dense shrubbery and spiked vines, impeding your path unless you happen to be one of those lucky souls who carries a machete with you.
Along the path of destruction, there’s a more jarring sight than the simple overabundance of nature. People of all shapes and sizes and all ages are scattered across the city, their skin having turned into thick and knotted bark, frozen as they’ve been touched. You can see them, poised as though to run, cigarette halfway lifted to their lips, mouths open in an aborted cry, or even faces frozen in a smile, having turned to greet whoever was approaching them. Bewildered officials are rounding up all of these figures and storing them in safehouses until they can figure out what to do with them - but they’ll need help. They’re heavy, and while their bark-like skin is hardy enough, officials are practiced enough with the numerous oddities that come with living in an imPort city to be wary of breaking anything - if they can be turned back, who knows what will happen to any digits that have been snapped off?
Even if the plantlife seems innocuous - though certainly a pain in the ass for anyone wanting to perform maintenance on the many buildings - the ramifications of what’s happened are already beginning to set in, and people need help. There are groups of people trapped in buildings, the doors and windows having been fused shut by winding vines and trees coiling around them, with no clear way of getting out. Or, perhaps, you’ll find yourself drawn towards buildings that were long past overdue for a rehaul as it is, their creaky foundations straining underneath the pressure of vines making their way into every vulnerable support point, filled with people who need to be evacuated before anything collapses. Or, of course, you could be one of those unlucky souls trapped in there - but surely a fellow imPort will help you out!
Of course, not everything is just going to sit around and look pretty. You may run into all manners of creatures, as described HERE. From Tangelas shooting their vines around your ankles and dragging you towards other creatures from dark corners to Cacturnes shooting their spines at you from atop their perches on top of buildings or streetlamps to the more hardy Chestnaughts striking you with the force of a ton of bricks to Shiinotics infecting all those around them with their coloured, gently wafting spores, there’s plenty here to fight off, especially if you care to protect the innocent civilians fleeing from them and finding that in this nature’s paradise, there’s nowhere to hide. Perhaps the most potent of them all is that poison: you may find entire rooms full of civilians having been affected by them, keeled over in gastrointestinal discomfort, standing rigid as a board after undergoing paralysis or, most discomfiting of all, lashing out at everything and everyone around them as they’re taken under the grips of hallucinations.
It lasts for two long, long days, but at the end of the 20th, everything simply… stops. Slowly but surely, the vibrant life that’s spread throughout the city, bringing everything to life in vivid shades of verdant, magenta and sapphire begins to wither and die. It’s a jarring thing to watch, as though watching the crumbling of a magnificent city in quicktime, rendering everything in deep, muddy, dead browns and lifeless grey, everything breaking down until the merest touch makes the plant life simply crumble away. Those who have turned into plants will find their shells withering away as well, and they re-emerge anew, even if they’ll have to pluck flowers out of their scalp for the next few days. That being said, there’s still plenty of work that must be done: there are those hospitalized after being poisoned, of course, but more than that, the city is absolutely covered in wreckage that needs to be cleared away and disposed of, with plenty of buildings that have been broken beyond repair. The officials may not directly ask for imPort assistance in cleaning the city up but, after seeing the teams of workers and volunteers take to the streets to try to regain some semblance of normalcy in their city, dirty and crime-ridden though it may be, you may want to lend a helping hand.
o shit waddup
[under the thrall of the
poop rockphilosopher's stone, archie isn't focusing on the people around him. sure, he covered most of the ones he came across in bark to keep them out the way, but his general mindset is very similar to the one he had when he awoke the ancient leviathan kyogre; he thinks he's using the relic to bring the balance of nature back to this broken world.under the thrall, he doesn't realise the damage he's doing instead. the thrall has convinced him that the heavy vines and foilage he's spreading over the urban area is just speeding up the natural reclamation of the city, unaware or perhaps ignoring the damage that's being done to the surrounding buildings and the people that're... clearly none too happy with the plantage.
as he was during the kyogre crisis, he ignores most people who try to stop him, considering them to either not understand or just blind to what he's doing. it's easy enough to bat them aside or cover them in stiff bark to stop their attempts. he's pretty easy to find around maurtia falls, being in the most heavily affected areas.
maybe actual imports responding to the disaster would have better luck. powers make all the difference!]
Black And Decker Introduces New 72-Inch Tree Whacker (plantifyings)
[when he'd started out, archie knew people wouldn't like what he was doing. they didn't with kyogre and while he knows exactly, viscerally what went wrong there, he can't see the error under the relic's thrall.]
Go away! [he yells at anyone who gets close, either to try and stop him via a fight or via their people words.] People like you can never understand why this has to be done!
[whoever's unlucky enough to be facing him down, by accident or on purpose, will have to deal with archie putting his hands on the ground, sending a bunch of vines towards them; aiming to constrict their movement by catching the legs.]
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[anything not covered by those two >:o]
HERE COMES THAT GODDESS
So she does as she always does when things go sideways, which is to wander right into the thick of it to mouth off at someone. She's resting comfortably on the foliage when she calls out to him. ]
You know, I didn't think I was going to have to put a copywrite on the deadly-vines-pretty-pink-flowers thing, and yet here we are.
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Coddled Potted Plant Could Never Make It On Outside
But it doesn't look like it's supposed to be this green. And that's a bit worrying. Ash is walking along what used to be a road and is now a long, narrow field dotted with wildflowers, when he comes upon Archie standing alone in the middle of a former intersection. ]
Archie, is that you?
[ Said to fulfill his social programming. He's well aware that it is, in fact, him. ]
Something odd's going on in this city, I think.
Watch It Try, Anyway
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not a tree
Then help me understand, Archie! Before more people get hurt!
hes a bat not a tree
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ffs
It was a mess, but she focused on the public, trying to tear at vines that blocked doors trapping people, letting people know where safe areas had been set up. It was hours into her efforts that she heard who was behind this all and her blood ran cold. How was he doing this and why?
Angela eventually wanders onto the same stream and sees him. She's angry and just so confused. Cautiously she makes her way to him.]
Archie? Archie you need to stop now.
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fucking tree him
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Give him that green
gonna get so green
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for grumpy: 76
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It's not easy being green
sure ain't
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plants -> planting?
lets do this
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WHACK DESE TREE NUTZZZZZZ (Blue+Red tagteam)
ho HO
"do you know the deez nutz meme" YES, Kit, I know the deez nutz meme
THERE WAS DOUBT!!!
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you know what
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Too good to beleaf?
something something branch
Whipping branch?
got it in once
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Closed to the THB
Honestly, she was expecting something to go down at some point because that just seems to be what happens when you take a bunch of people from their universes, stuff them in a bunch of cities, and let them run amok with obscene powers. There's something about what's happening now that feels… distressingly familiar.
She throws on her robes, tucks a wooden duck into their pocket and bursts out of her room, ending up in the backyard and dashing to the backdoor of 003 to pound on it. ]
Magnus? Taako? Merle? Open up! Boys!?
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It's not until he glances out the window of the backdoor that he realizes either Merle has gone way overboard with the backyard gardening, or something is seriously wrong. He's pulling his hair up into a utilitarian ponytail as he opens the door. ]
Yeah, you coulda just let yourself in.
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OTA
[ Mick doesn't even live in Maurtia Falls but when he heard what was happening he hopped onto the Porter and took a trip because listen. How many times your life do you get the opportunity to light things on fire that are both very flammable and completely okay for you to let on fire?
So Mick is in full costume with his heat gun and dodging coconuts of an exeggutor while he shoots blasts at fire at him. Come help? ]
Well, fuck.
[ Later, he runs into a shiionitic and while trying to fight it, gets hit by a haze of blue spores. He stops, rubbing his eyes because he could have sworn he just saw -- ]
Captain Cold?
[ Not Len - not the Captain Cold who was here, his world's Captain Cold. ]
LIGHT IT UP
Mick! Oh, I can honestly say I've never been happier to see you lighting things on fire.
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COMES TO HELP
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Well, fuck
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OTA
Finn got to Maurita Falls the second he found out what was going on. This is a new one for him. He's used to fighting spriggans, but this is a whole other level. Still, he's faced worse.
Immediately, jets of flame shoot from his hands, charring any plants in his way. He figures it's best to save Shouting for when he really needs it.
Right away, he spies a group of people trapped inside a building (possibly a bank). A little fire helps take care of the vines, though not all of them. Just enough that he can pry open the door and get the people outside.
"Get to safety!"
B-Save him
Finn's wishing he still had his horse. She made travelling easier.
He comes across a strange mushroom. Doesn't look like any strain he saw back in his world, either in Morrowind or Skyrim. Either way, it's going down.
"You really burn me up," Finn quips, his hand alight with fire. That's when the mushroom shoots blue spores at him, and Finn's too startled to hold his breath.
The spell drops as Finn frantically looks around at things only he can see. He runs away from the mushrooms, until he hits a bus stop and cowers under it. "No! No!"
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[ooc: If you have another idea for a starter, go ahead. Or contact me on my plurk
B
The guy with fire hands seemed like he was good until the cloud of blue spores hits him and he runs off. Okay, so avoid the mushrooms.
He drops down from a rooftop, carefully steering around the mushrooms to navigate to the bus stop. "Hey... you alright?" he asked, peering around the cover over the bus stop.
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ota!!
[this seems like something that she should probably be concerned about. explosive growth of anything is always concerning, whether it's sentient or not. it smacked of magic even before she could hop a bullet train to Maurtia Falls and feel the crackling of the supernatural for herself. typical.
Hazel's no hero, and she knows it. even so, she's compelled to at least try and do something to alleviate the situation for the rapidly panicked people. it's how she finds herself sitting on a bus stop bench with a loaf of almost certainly stolen bread, tossing the crumbs to an ever-growing flock of Tropius. seems like they have more than a few things in common with seagulls.
anyone who ambles too closely will get an irritated flick of her eyes upwards and a mouth gently pulled down.]
You upset them and I'm gonna toss the whole bag of bread at you.
[god can only imagine the pain of having an entire army of these things jump you for some carbs.]
two;
[later she can be found inspecting some of the tree people that authorities haven't managed to find or retrieve just yet. a few flashes of her power - sorry to anyone caught in the field - proves that power nullification can't undo whatever has caused these unsuspecting folks to take root. trust the world to continue rendering anything she might be able to do completely and utterly useless.
having determined that once again there's no way for her to help, Hazel resorts to indulging in her curiosity. standing on her tiptoes with a small knife in hand, she works with careful precision to cut pieces of the foliage off as many of the people-trees as she can find. who knew what might grow from these cuttings? only one way to find out.]
two;
[Look, Hazel, there's a very pink and somewhat skeptical teenager behind you, though it's kind of hard to look judgmental when your jeans are caked in mud and your jacket is covered in dirt. Her machete is wiped clean, but she keeps it at her side, clearly not a threat to Hazel or anyone around her.]
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padme amidala | p much just in the ambassador's office
She makes a post to ensure that everyone knows what's happening, as she feels is her duty, and after that she just fields calls as she can, trying her best to help.
But she's definitely not going out into that without a very, very good reason, so anyone will have to come to her if they want to see her.
Though that's been true for most of the past week. ]
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Wordlessly, he puts a box full of donuts on Padmé's desk. Then he just slumps into a chair.]
From now on, I'm buying plastic houseplants.
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OTA
[Jacob loses no time in getting suited up and in the action, whooshing overhead on his foot glider looking for people in need of help. He's careful to stay above rooftop-level with buildings that have already been greened over, not wanting to risk contaminating himself or his gear with whatever spreading verdant plague is taking over Maurtia Falls. Whenever he finds a native or a fellow imPort in need of evacuation, he hoists them over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and flies off toward the nearest safe zone, his glider whining in protest as it struggles to lift the extra weight.]
Gonna need to upgrade this thing if I keep using it for evac...
2 - Weed Whacking
[Inevitably, just rescuing people isn't enough. The affected zone is overrun with hostile creatures, and Jacob can be found engaging them anywhere they need to be beaten back from those they threaten: shooting his stunning ray at Cacturnes perched on top of buildings while he takes cover from their needles behind an abandoned car, drawing off the nut-flinging attacks of Exeggutors while protecting himself with an energy barrier, wrestling with a Tangela that has looped its vines around his legs and is trying to drag him away, or using his biotics to levitate a charging Chestnaught upward in a glowing blue field.
It's intense, draining combat, and Jacob feels himself growing exhausted as the crisis wears on.]
They just keep coming!
3 - Helix Station Refuge
[Once again, Helix Station has opened its doors to refugees and to heroes needing a base of operations. This time however, Jacob isn't sure it can withstand a siege if it comes down to it. If the greenery comes, it won't matter how strong the fortress' walls are or how many guns are inside: a verdant wave will sweep over the place, and those inside will be turned to bark like so many others in Maurtia Falls.
He doesn't give voice to these fears though, especially not in front of the clusters of terrified civilians huddled inside. He also doesn't show how tired he is, or how many injuries he's taken from fighting Archie and his imitation Pokemon. It's only when he's out of sight of them, in a relatively quiet corner, that Jacob slumps down, opens the first-aid kit on his belt, and starts taking off pieces of armour to take a look at the bruises and cuts on his body. As he does, he mutters to no one in particular:]
Can't believe this crap. Hell of a way to start the new year.
2
Awkward]
Oh, uh. Hey th- hey!
[Whoops, there's another vine! Time to take another whack at it]
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OTA
[She had been on the far side of the city when it started, but by the morning she was moving and in action. Plants taking over everything. There were some people she needed to check on. She also needed to check on Obi-wan to make sure he was staying out of this city.]
[Other than that and checking in on the Ambassador, she was out in the streets with two lightsabers and the Force, trying to lend a helping hand. Ahsoka, not Ashla. She wasn't even bothering to hide her form right now. Instead she was out in full alien form, and with her normal leather and armor attire. This was serious business.]
[She's making her way up through the Government housing, helping to check and make sure that was clear, and she will also be moving more into town, trying to help slash doors open for people, or cut down plant matter to help others escape.]
\B | Give her a Hand/
[Everything was going pretty well until she ran into a small pack of Giant sized bark creatures (chesnaughts) that actually were faster than she would think and packed a damn punch. She didn't like hurting life, but for one, she had to jump in to aid someone, so with two lightsabers in hand, she dove for it, taking it out after a moment. And two, after that person got clear, she realized she just pissed off the rest of them.]
You want a fight? I'm not letting you hurt anyone else today. [She told the plant based creatures, white lightsabers glaring as she dove for an attack to one. A force shove to another. She managed to knock another one down, smoking from being burned, but got caught by another.]
[Large fist coming across her and throwing her for a loop, hitting the tangled ground and rolling. She had the smarts to turn the blades off at least, but as she came to a tumbling stop, she found herself in the middle of multi colored mushrooms. Vines seemed to loop around her legs, keeping her from moving too fast, but she did. Or tried to. It agitated the mushrooms though. She might not be feeling well enough to do this on her own now.]
\C | Clean Up/
[She feels sick. Terribly sick. Nauseated and sore from what ever those mushrooms gave her, but here she is, outside that night, trying to help others still. There are still people trapped in buildings and homes, and though everything is dying off, there is still wood and roots to clear for some people.]
[So instead of the hospital, she's on the move, helping to slice down trees, cut through roots, force pull vines away from buildings, or help people to safety. All while dealing with her own illness. You could catch her force pulling vines away, or maybe leaning over the edge of a root covered car, trying not to vomit. Someone tell her to get her ass to a medical facility, please.]
[OTHERWISE, the next day, having gotten some treatment, she'll actually be of more help with cleanup and care for places in the city. If you need help, she'll do her best to help.]
B
Take my hand! [ If she can extricate herself from those vines, he'll get them both to safety. ]
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Cisco Ramon | ota
He can be found carefully picking his way through vines to reach civilians trapped inside buildings, opening a breach to a point outside of town for them to escape to. Or maybe you run into him while he's throwing sonic punches at an oncoming cacturne, deflecting the needles with a vibrational force.
Unfortunately for Cisco, he doesn't notice the shiionitic coming up behind him until it's too late. It releases a cloud of red spores into the air which Cisco inhales all too easily.
He sways on his feet, then stumbles. ] Whoa... mushroom dude. What'd you do to me...?
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Her powers don't work on the plants, but she's recently discovered that they can work on the plant creatures, but it's... Not quite right. Pretty limited. Plant monster brains are not human brains, so... Yeah.
Anyway, she almost literally runs into her new teammate in the middle of all this. And there's one of the mushroom things-- Laurie's eyes dart between the two figures, observing for a split-second before she claps her hand over her nose and mouth. She grabs Cisco by his upper arm. ]
C'mon. C'mon, we gotta run.
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Jonathan Walsh | OTA
At first, Jonathan is just going to Maurtia Falls to grab some coffee then work out for a bit at Dawn of the Delts. He isn't expecting quite so much...green. Or for the coffee shop to be covered in thorny vines, with people trapped inside. He starts pulling the vines away, taking advantage of his enhanced strength to rip the vines off of the building. Unfortunately, he's too busy doing this to notice the tangela coming up from behind until it begins to wrap itself around him.
As he thrashes and struggles to get away, Jonathan scrapes himself against the nearby thorny vines hard enough that a little bit of his green, bubbly, acidic blood came to the surface. It was a shallow cut, and the bleeding would stop soon enough, but for now he takes advantage of it, using it to hurt the tangela as he struggles to free himself.
How do you like them apples?
The good news is, Jonathan did end up winning that fight with the tangela. The bad news is, he did not win the encounter with Archie, and he is now a tree. A red jonathan apple tree, to be precise, in the same general size and shape as the real Jonathan, looking like he was mid shout when he'd changed. Despite the fact that he had been in his skin suit, the pattern of the lines in the bark seem to mimic the pattern of his scales, and his arms and scalp seemed to have quite a few twigs and leaves growing from them. A few apples are even dangling from his arms.
Feel free to interact with him. He won't respond, but at least for now, he actually is aware of what's going on around him.
In the flesh
Jonathan's turning back, although it's a slow transformation into his usual self. Leaves and twigs still poke out of his scalp, and he has sections of bark instead of skin, as well as one apple dangling from his arm.
Annoyed, he plucks it, giving a small 'ow' when he realizes that hurt a little, before bringing it up to his mouth to eat. Then he hesitates.
"Wait, if I eat this...would that be autocannibalism?" he asks no one in particular. Then, after contemplating this a moment, he decides he doesn't care and eats it anyway.
It's a really good apple, Jonathan decides, crisp and slightly sweet, with a slightly acidic taste, which he kind of expected since it came from him.
"Oh my god, I'm so good."
Actually helping
Once he's able to get used to being able to move again, and a few of the twigs and some of the bark seem to have faded back into being a part of himself he decides to help. He still has a fair amount of plant matter coming out of him, but focusing on clearing these vines will be a good distraction from that, he decides. After all, if he doesn't do something he might start thinking about the twigs sticking out of his head, and that would just be weird.
He can be found clearing vines from the entrances and exits of buildings, mostly, though if he hears anyone in distress he'll stop what he's doing to see what they need.
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He makes his way over and grabs at the vines coming from the tangela and using his own strength to tear them apart.
"Get. Off!"
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Utena Tenjou, OTA
[Abandoned cars litter the city streets, so when Utena sees one she thinks nothing of it. At least, she doesn't until she hears cries from the inside. Quick to take action, she turns on her heel and sprints towards them, lifting her machete to whack away at the vines covering the vehicle.
Where did a teenager get a machete? Best not to ask]
Hey, hey! Don't worry! I'll get you out, I promise!
[Would any other dashing heroes care to lend her a hand? Or maybe the "dashing hero" is the one who's trapped inside the damn thing in the first place. That's unfortunate.]
02, Cutting Through
[And deeper into the makeshift forest she goes. She whacks through the vines and the thorns, protected only by her jacket and a pair of denim jeans that rarely see the light of day. Before she can get too deep, though, a vine shoots forward, grabbing her by the wrist, holding her tight before she can cut anything else]
Hey!
[She stumbles as it tugs against her, but before she loses her grip on her machete, she grabs it with her free hand and starts whacking away wildly, desperate to get free. But that's not the only monster in these wilderness, unfortunately...]
03, Just a Fun-Gi
[Utena's so used to strange plants around her that she barely notices the mushrooms in front of her. There's only the slightest quiver from the shiionic before it puffs out its spores, but that's enough for Utena's instincts to kick in, and she manages to fall to the ground and roll away. But was that enough for her to avoid the attack? And what about the other people in the forest?]
04, Everything's Coming Up Roses
[The encounter with Archie has left Utena worse off then before. She stumbles forward weakly, leaning against a tree for support. If someone spots her, they can see a miraculous, or horrifying, transformation. Roses bloom in her hair, pink and white, while something like green bark creeps up the skin of her neck. Utena barely notices, though, and instead she's staring down at her hands, her eyes wide with horror. Her fingers are stretching out, turning thin and gnarled, and she cries out in pain as a thorn pierces up through her skin.]
What... what's happening...?
[OOC: Going with action brackets by default, but if you prefer prose, I can switch to match]
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[Jacob's looking pretty roughed-up too after his own failed boss fight with Archie. Turns out that trying to solo someone with a legendary relic isn't a good idea. His glider wobbles and his stance is unsteady as he swoops down from the sky, hopping off to kneel by her side as he leans against the tree.]
Are you all... damn. Just hold on!
[He almost asks if she's all right before he sees what's being done to her and understands that is the stupidest question right now. Instead, he pulls the nearly-empty first-aid kit from his belt and opens it, as though there is something inside that could arrest the transformation taking place in front of his eyes.]
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Tailgate hadn’t expected Maurtia Falls to look quite so green, it wasn’t the last time he had been there, so that was kind of weird. He wasn’t sure what was going on as he climbed over the vines that blocked streets or made it hard to keep walking where he was. Right now he was in the human body given by the porter, so it was tough going.
He didn’t realise how bad things were until he made it through the blockage and saw what looked like statues made of wood with actual people trying to maneuver them around. He approaches them and looks at the smiling bark-face.
“I can help if you need some?”
Tailgate is careful to make sure there’s space around him before he turns from a little girl into a much taller robot.
“Just let me know where you need to take it!”
He still doesn’t know it’s an actual human.
two. - Help?
Tailgate had stomped on mushroom looking things, kicked at cacti and punched at thick vines. Being able to take his frustration out on these plant like creatures was actually a lot more fun than he thought it was going to be.
He saw one of the chesnaught type creatures going after a fleeing group of people and charged at it. Knocking into it and grappling. He wasn’t using a lot of his strength in order to reserve his energy so they were fairly toe to toe with a few feet of height difference between them. It’s during this time though, that another one is approaching him from behind that he isn’t aware of.
Abigail Hobbs, Open to All!
[Abigail doesn't often play the part of hero. The idea of being stuck is a familiar one. She's never been a plant, but spent enough time feeling trapped to empathize with the victims. She arrives and has a conversation with one of officials. The idea that someone could lose a body part strikes another nerve with her, as she has lost her own ear. She decides not to try moving any of the plant-people. Instead, she stops in front of them and gives them a look of concern, one she usually reserves for very close friends. ]
Hi there. This is going to be okay. I can keep you company for a bit, until I'm need somewhere else or someone comes to move you. Oh, I'm Abigail by the way.
[She extends her hand out of habit, a manners lesson Hannibal drilled into and then pulls her hand back quickly when she realizes her mistake.]
Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to offend.
[She isn't expecting a response. Perhaps this person can at least hear her. Or someone else can overhear.]
B.
[As the creatures begin their attack, Abigail realizes she can no longer stop to keep the frozen plant-people company. She has her knives with her and her porter-given skill with them allows her to slash her way through the vines. She uses her throwing knives against the creatures themselves and may even resort to the rifle strapped to her back.]
[She approaches one of the 'Chesnaught' trees quietly, stalking it from behind. As soon as she's close enough, she slides one of her large knife through the bark with the aid of her knife-power. Finally, she manages to cut all the way through it]
Look out, timber!
[She speaks loudly enough to warn anyone nearby, and hopes it won't attract the attention of too many other plant monsters. After the tree monster hits the ground, she looks around for the next plant to fight or someone in need of rescuing.]
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[Abigail is doing well battling the creatures when she's suddenly surrounded by red spores from one of the 'shiionitic' mushrooms. It's a vaguely familiar feeling to the psilocybin trips she's had before. She reaches up, pulling her scarf over her nose and mouth to keep from breathing more in and begins to run. It isn't long before the stoned feeling washes her over completely and stops in her tracks, staring at the plants. They don't seem so scary anymore. Just misunderstood, like her. And beautiful, their colours seeming much more vibrant than before. She reaches out slowly, to touch one. Someone should help her. Or perhaps they'll be just as affected by the spores as she is.]
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She doesn't get far before she sees another girl walking slowly towards one of the cactuses off in the distance. Utena freezes, watching her, when the cacturne raises both of its spiky arms in the air]
Watch out!
[The cacturne shoots a wave of spikes towards them, and Utena does what any reasonable person would do: she drops the machete and tries to tackle Abigail to the ground before the spines hit.]
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Galla | OTA
She doesn't find the source, unfortunately. Instead she's stumbled across a pack of Tangela dragging one of the hapless natives along to who knows where. Of course. First things first—she slams the end of her staff against the ground, and the ground in front of the Tangela surges up in a solid wall to stop them in their path. Naturally that turns the packs' attention on her instead, and one of them lashes out with a few vines to wrench the staff away and grab at her wrists.
Which turns out to be a poor choice on the Tangela's part. A dark rot begins to spread out across the vines where they've come into contact with Galla. The thing jerks away, and she follows to grab a fistful of its vines, the rot spreading beneath her hands again. ]
Will someone cut that native free while I deal with this...thing?
[ She may have the situation arguably under control, but it was going to take her a little time to work through all of them. ]
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dustin henderson | ota
[The shittiest thing about all this is?
Dustin hadn't even planned on going to Maurtia Falls. He'd volunteered to go to pick up some supplies for the reptile sanctuary, their regular guy being out sick, and had been duly dispatched with a reminder to stick to the less crime-ridden parts of town. He'd planned on going in, getting the food, and then getting out. And then he actually got to the butcher's shop, just in time for killer foliage to come bursting through the pavement, sealing off the window and the doors.
Well, shit. Somewhere in the midst of all the panic and the screaming, Dustin manages to escape into the storage room, pulling his walkie-talkie out. Okay, okay. God he hopes this works. He fiddles wth the knobs, palms sweating as he tries to concentrate..]
Hello? Is anyone out there? Mike? Will? El? Steve? Nancy? Anyone? [His voice is on the edge of panic. This is getting bad, he can hear screaming outside, and something else too. Unwillingly, Dustin's first thought is of the demogorgon—the shrill shrieks, the sharp teeth, the way it stalked forward towards them.] I'm in Maurtia Falls, in a butcher's shop, and we're all gonna die.
[two: right place, still not quite the right time]
[Once he's been rescued, Dustin very quickly finds himself helping out, here and there, in evacuation and rescue. See, the great thing about being able to hijack radios is that he can call for help pretty much anywhere, occasionally even breaking into police radios to get help for someone who's stranded, or someone who's injured and unconscious. He's not very good in combat, and he knows this, so his first priority is getting people to somewhere less infested by monsters.
Are you stuck somewhere? Congratulations, there's a kid slipping in past the vines and the shrubbery with a walkie-talkie now. He doesn't look like much, but if the place doesn't look safe, if there are vines creeping up on you or monsters menacing you, he'll try to fend them off with a baseball bat he picked up from a quickly-abandoned sporting goods store. Then he'll grab hold of you, pull you to a much safer place, and then just—sit down next to you.]
You okay? [he says, pulling out the antennae of his walkie-talkie.]
[Or maybe you're here to help, and you're carrying a radio on you, or a phone. Whatever you were doing with it, whether it was listening for reports or to a podcast or just to music, static now crackles into your ears, before resolving into the lisping voice of a young boy:]
—lo? This is Dustin Henderson, is anyone there? Please respond, I've got an unconscious old lady here and we're stuck, there's a bunch of cactus things just outside. Over.
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[One lightsaber out, she was taking down some vines that were threatening to tangle a young woman, trying to scurry away. There was so much screaming around. She actually held the phone up now.]
Calm down. Someone's out here. You said butcher's shop? I'm not far from there. Hello?
[and she had to bring a white blade down on another tangling plant thing, moving through to try and help unseal a vine covered and root locked door. Helping some screaming people out as she tried to find the butchers. Shes not far from it at all.]
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Petyr Baelish | OTA
[ Whenever there is a crisis, it seems that Baelish's
stripgentleman's club is always the first place to double as a shelter. And many citizens who had stayed there before are there right now, soaking in the comfortable seating and warm heat from the fireplaces. The vines had yet to infiltrate the red light district, so that made it easily accessible so long as others weren't stuck elsewhere.The good mayor himself is currently there in his office, scrawling little notes on thin strips of paper and attaching them to one of his many mockingbirds. These notes contain invitations for any and all seeking shelter to come to the Iron Throne where there is plenty of food and water to go around. And when he is finished with the note, the feathered messengers are dispatched into the city to carry the message to anyone in need. It's a system that has worked for many a crisis here in Maurtia Falls.
After having just sent the last bird out the window, he turns to see he is no longer alone in his office. With a smile of greeting: ]
Hello. Is there something you need?
B; Press Conference!
[ On the steps of the Mayoral Office, a podium has been set up with a multitude of microphones as Baelish makes his statements regarding the incident. ]
At this current moment, we do not know what has caused this incident, but I assure you there are many who are working on unraveling both the mystery and the plants alike. The individuals who have turned into plants are being moved to safety as we find them, and we are doing everything in our power to undo what has been done to them. As for those who may be trapped by the overgrowth of shrubbery, I have dispatched thousands of mockingbirds across the city to maneuver their way into the buildings and to report upon any citizens who may stuck in a harrowing situation. Teams will be directed to help cut them loose, and in the event they are unable to free them -- food and water will be flown in via mockingbird. We will do anything and everything in our power to ensure no harm comes to your loved ones.
[ He pauses, his expression becoming grave. ]
It is not currently known whether or not this is imPort related. And while I understand when strange phenomena occurs, it is very easy to blame the imPort community -- hate crimes and aggressive action toward imPorts will not help the situation. I do hope everyone will work together in tandem so that we may all be as safe as possible until this is over.
[ Looking up, he gestures toward the small crowd that formed -- press and citizens alike. ]
I will now open this up for questions.
C; A Mayor in Peril
[ It's late night at Baelish's mayoral office and everything seems fine until a dark shadow casts itself over the window, blocking out the street lights from view like a horrifying eclipse. Petyr stops what he's doing, his stomach sinking with dread as he sees the thick vines stretched across the glass. Getting up from his desk, he attempts to peer out the cracks between branches and can see most of the building has been engulfed by plants.
He rushes out only to see the late night staff looking panicked and worried. They don't have to say anything for him to know they're trapped, but they start nervously yelling they're trapped at Baelish regardless, looking for direction and afraid for their lives. ]
Calm down, calm down. It will be fine. I can send a message out for aid. Someone will find us.
[ Baelish heads back up the stairs in a hurry, the lights of the building flickering on and off as he finds one of his mockingbirds, quickly attaches a message to its leg and sends it off into the city.
When that mockingbird finds someone it deems heroic enough to aid, it does whatever is in its power to get their attention -- perching on their shoulder, pulling their hair, squawking in their ear until they take the little note from its leg. The note reading: ]
Trapped in the Mayor's Office. At least 30 people. Please bring help. And birdseed.
D; Damsel in Distress (Closed to Brandon Heat)
[ At some point after having been liberated from his engulfed office, Petyr is on his way by foot to The Iron Throne. Only there's a problem. One of those living plants happens to be on the path, and has decided to make a target out of the frail mayor. Before Baelish can even think to poof into a bird and fly out to safety, a few...what seems to be chestnuts come barrelling into his chest and knocking the wind from him.
Petyr flies back into the nearest building, coughing and sputtering as the creature approaches. Trembling fingers go to grab for something to use as a weapon, only to find nothing on hand. And as the monstrosity goes to fire again, Baelish closes his eyes to brace for the inevitable impact. ]
E; Wildcard!
[ Hit me up with anything! ]
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I'm new, do you think you can lead the way? There is birdseed in it for you. Some now and some later. [Lifting a hand, he used magic to create a few seeds to pay the bird, waiting for it to take them before summoning a PHANTOM STEED, which was black and armored... and had a little bit of purple fire on it, though it's just for show.
He pulls the reins, his sacred tome under an arm, then attempting to follow the bird, using his plant magic to make the path smoother.
As soon as he got to a building that looked how... he might imagine a plant-covered Mayor's Office would look like, he raised his hand once more, glowing purple light signifying the magic he was using to manipulate the plants into clearing the entrance to the building.]
Hello...? Is anyone in here?
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Raina | OTA
[ While much of the time it's Raina's instinct to stay as far away from the danger as possible (survival instincts at their finest), this is a time she can actually do something. And there is a certain high from the awe and attention one got from acting heroically. Which is why she's out in Maurtia Falls when most people are advised to stay inside, playing the convincing role of a hero.
Having the ability to control plants, she's able to reach out with her mind and coax them into untangling themselves from buildings or releasing people they have trapped within their grip. This is extremely helpful. But there are many, many plants. The city is overrun and Raina has to work one at a time. It's a long, daunting and grueling process. Especially as every time she reaches out to a plant, it steals a bit of her energy to do so.
After clearing a few buildings, a migraine has been building behind her eyes, her breathing is heavy and rapid, and she looks a bit pale. It only takes one final loosened branch before Raina loses her footing and collapses against someone beside her. Blinking up in surprise, she murmurs a quick: ]
Sorry. I just....need a moment to recover. But if you have healing or strengthening abilities, that would be real handy about now.
B; Aftermath
[ Whatever happened to cause the overgrowth of plants just as quickly went and left behind only remnants of the havoc. Many were already involved in the clean up efforts, but Raina is wandering the streets -- pausing to scoop up the droopy bulb of one of the flowers in the palm of her hand. She pulls it free from the vine it's attached to, running her fingers over the petals. ]
It's a little sad, isn't it? It's not like the flowers themselves wanted to hurt anyone...
[ Says Raina to no one in particular. But she does use her ability to give the flower life anew, smiling as it sits vibrant and alive once again within her hand. It's going straight in her greenhouse! ]
C; Wildcard!
[ Got another idea? Hit me with your best shot. ]
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Sorry. I've got nothing in that department. Got a few energy bars and meds in my belt, if you need a boost.
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Ezequiel Omaandaxa/Centelha Azul | OTA
[Ezequiel doesn’t hesitate to throw on his outfit and secure his mask when the news of what’s going down in Maurtia Falls breaks. He’s seen things go sideways in cities before and it’s easy for even the best of rescue services to get overwhelmed. They need all the help they can get, so he makes his way into the city, cracking open windows with strikes of light to help a three story retirement home evacuate, rushing in to make sweeps of each floor as best he can. There are many people who can’t just exit via window, even with firefighters helping those on the higher floors, so for the first few hours, Ezequiel can be found in his masked and dark-clad form helping the elderly and frightened family members who had been visiting get out of their tooms, using his power to light the way through dark hallways and guide people to safety.
Occasionally, a plant-thing gets too close, but enough of them have eyes that he can disorient them into staying back, keeping himself between them and the civilians like a human shield, flicking warning sparks of hot light at those that still linger. The second he sees someone who might be another imPort, he calls for help.]
Hey! We’ve got elderly people over here in need of emergency evacuations – some of them need medical treatment and I don’t have any knowledge of geriatric medical care. At all.
[His voice when he has the mask on is so different as to almost be unrecognizable, lower, faster, a cultured Portuguese lilt to his words instead of his casual, informal Umbundu normal accent. Between that and his posture, he exudes an authority he doesn’t fully feel, because these people need him to have it right now.]
2. Light Em Up (Evening Evacuations)
[He hadn’t been seeking out a worse situation than his initial rescue work, but in the form of a hospital overrun with strange creatures outside, he definitely found it. For the most part, he’d been holding back on the option of actually setting anything on fire, not just due to how much effort it entailed on his part but due to the very real possibility of civilian casualties. Here, with everyone inside, it was worth a shot.
The first Cacturne he tries to set on fire from a distance throws spikes at him that he barely dodges, but once it starts coming after him, some of its’ buddies do as well, and in a flash of inspiration, he keeps hitting them enough to draw them away from the hospital, running deeper into the city and then huddling in the shadows, bending the light around him to hide himself from them when they’re far enough away. Scampering up a ladder and onto a fire escape, he manages to get to the top of a low level apartment building before he collapses, breathing hard, staring up at the evening sky through his mask for several minutes. This is going to suck and I hate everything, he notes, before pushing himself to his feet and watching the creatures below as they slowly gather closer together. The Cacturnes murmur to themselves, but they’re still surprised when he throws all of his effort into the most intense burst of concentrated light he’s ever used. The fire ignites several of them instantly, but the buildings here are brick, and there’s nothing for them to set ablaze.
Now he just has to keep it that way and keep anyone who comes too close safe.]
3. In The Dark (Nighttime Patrol)
[The situation is so much worse at night. He’s not sure how many of these things have night vision, but he does, and he knows they don’t have his immunity to blinding lights. So a large part of the night, he spends on the move, running towards shouts and throwing bolts of light at every plant he comes across to get them to leave people alone long enough for him to grab them and get them to safety. It’s the workout of his life, his stomach is begging him for fuel, but he can’t stop. There’s still so many people that need to get to safety, he can’t justify pausing in his efforts.
When he gets the latest civilian to a secure location at just after midnight, he looks bad even with a mask and fully concealing clothes. He’s shaking, there’s sweat around his neck, and it’s clear he needs a break, but instead he leans against a vending machine and practically swallows a protein bar without chewing, pushing his mask up just enough to reveal his rich brown skin is slightly glossy and lacking in its’ usual warm undertones before he turns to whoever the nearest imPort is and makes an abrupt decision.]
We’ll be more effective if we team up. How many more hours do you think you can keep going and what are your powers?
Wildcard!
[Make your own prompt he will rescue anyone/team up with anyone in a heartbeat.]
Blue Beetle III | OTA!
[ While it may be tempting to take on the monsters first, Jaime knows that their priority is to save as many people as possible - and what that means is that saving the people trapped in buildings ready to come tumbling down at any second is a heck of a lot more important than flying after each individual critter and blowing them up. Which is something he regrets, for the record; they're a little too cute for his liking, but when they've gotta go, they've gotta go.
You can see him outside of an apartment building that's been up for far longer than it should have been and, clearly, has not gone through the thorough safety checks that any building housing entire swaths of people should. But that's Maurtia Falls for you. He squints, yellow eyes faintly glowing as he analyzes it. ]
We need to get those people out now.
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[ Jaime's making his way through the city with the single-minded sort of determination one can expect from the sort of guy who dresses up as a bug to fight crime in the dead of the night, but while he's impervious to most physical attacks and can simply shake off most of what's thrown at him, he can't say the same thing for mental attacks.
Which is to say, you may spot the Blue Beetle stomping his way through a swarm of shiionitics he hasn't noticed until it's too late as a cloud of red spores envelop him. He coughs, waving it off like trying to wave away smoke. ]
Oh, yuck! What the heck was... uh... [ Wuh-woh. ] ...whoa.
[ Jaime's a good boy, and has never touched a Whole Drug in his life. This is new. ]
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[ Of course, some good old-fashioned fighting's got to go down too. Remember that whole thing about being impervious to most physical attacks? It still applies, considering he's not about to catch his death of one of these little monsters, but it doesn't mean he can't get smacked around. Heads up! You may be minding your own business when a black-and-blue blur suddenly sails past you and smashes into a wall with an unfortunate cracking sound after he was pelted soundly in the stomach by a chestnaught. ]
Owww...
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[ got something else in mind? sock it to me! ]
CLOSED TO JONATHAN CRANE
[ Of course, when this whole business first hit, Jaime wasn't yet suited up and ready to go. Oh, no. His boss had sent him off to do some banking, transferring funds around on the third floor of the Maurtia Falls Bank. It had been a tiresome enough task as it was, and he was scarcely paying attention to his surroundings until people around him started to gasp, running over to the wide, floor-to-ceiling windows, pointing at something outside and, from the looks of it, panicking. Large groups of people are always good at that.
Jaime frowns, checkbook in hand. ] That's never a good sound. What's going on?
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[Someone's voice speaks from nearby. The tone has an identifiable edge of boredom to it; a familiar and unwelcome drawl. By the time Jaime turns around and looks over the office, Crane is standing behind those stragglers huddled in the middle of the floor. He is looking at his phone and occasionally keying in some words, but nothing more than that. Showing it off to another man, he pulls it back after a very long time of exposing him to some seemingly terrible news.
His eyes narrow as he reads down his feed. When he actually comes to, he draws his lips into a thin line and chews on what he's just seen. The unspoken suggestion is Jaime looks for himself.]
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IT'S THE FINAL SHOWDOWN [ CLOSED TO: TAZCAST & JOE PESCI'S SLAVE ]
He's just finished felling a chestnaught with a mighty swing of his axe when he sees Archie fleeing from the scene, leaving more plants in his wake, and -- ]
Oh, fuck!
[ Not Archie! He immediately runs after him, grabbing onto his communicator with his free hand. ] Archie, get back here! I just wanna talk, buddy! Can we do that, huh? Can we talk?
[ As he does so, though, he's keying in the code to open up communication lines with the others. He'd like to be able to handle this on his own, but if he knows what Relics are like... he's gonna need back-up. ]
DA NA NA NA... DANANANANA
archie stops in his tracks, whips around to scan the area for whoever had called after him -- there's no recognition on his face when his gaze falls on magnus. he knows who this is, but... idk if anyone noticed, he's not himself right now. he doesn't bother to even respond, just sends a torrent of thorny branches towards magnus.]
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OPEN
[ Shiro had thought the planet where Pidge found the Green Lion was a jungle, but this was something else entirely. Somewhere up ahead is an office complex where the trapped citizens had called emergency services for help, but the vines are so densely tangled around the paladins that they can barely walk single file, much less see their destination. They'd be hopelessly lost without the maps in their gauntlets. ]
All right. We're heading into this with half the team down and I know it's not ideal, but there are innocent people counting on us. If we stick together and keep our heads, we'll get through this.
Keith, you're on rear guard. Lance, stay in the middle for now, but keep those sharpshooter eyes and ears peeled.
B - Tropius.
[ Shiro's Galra arm is a formidable weapon, but its fatal flaw is that Shiro's ideal range is literal arms' length. He can make it work for hand-to-hand combat, but being dive-bombed by dog-sized dinosaur-seagulls is another matter. He's wearing armor, but the kid in his free arm is not, and as more of the dino-gulls swarm, it's getting harder and harder to fend them off. ]
Just close your eyes and hold tight -- we'll be out of this soon!
[ At least, he hopes they will be. ]
C - Clean-up.
[ Shiro has spent so much time fighting battles, or thinking of fighting battles, and it's all for the greatest of causes. But today he can help people just by hauling masonry and sweeping up debris. Just as physically exhausting as battle, but more satisfying.
You'll probably find him escorting citizens back from the shelters to their homes, or carrying heavy loads of broken concrete and rebar with his right arm. Or possibly taking a break with some of the other emergency aid workers, making small talk. ]
D - Wildcard.
( Drop a prompt on me and we'll run with it!)