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Entry tags:
- post: npc,
- thread: aya,
- thread: gene khan,
- thread: michaelangelo,
- thread: midii une,
- thread: raine sage,
- thread: river tam,
- thread: skulduggery pleasant,
- thread: yami no bakura,
- thread: zatanna zatara,
- † aang,
- † akito wanijima,
- † amelia,
- † annabeth chase,
- † ava ayala,
- † bossuet,
- † bucky barnes,
- † cassie lang,
- † damian wayne,
- † darcy lewis,
- † derek hale,
- † garrett hawke,
- † hal jordan,
- † hal jordan (2011),
- † iroh,
- † jack frost,
- † joly,
- † kaine,
- † korra,
- † natasha romanoff,
- † nico di angelo,
- † rapunzel,
- † rex salazar,
- † saint walker,
- † sharon carter,
- † stiles stilinski,
- † tazendra,
- † tess,
- † thread: enjolras,
- † zelgadis greywords
Event | Console Crash Chaos | Phase One
Characters: ALL!
Date: April 17-30, 2014
Location: Keeliai
Situation: In an unexpected and bold attack by Malicant, the console system is completely shut down while food and supply locations all around the city are targeted by bombings.
Warnings/Rating: Explosions! Possible descriptions of related aftermaths, injuries, death, etc.
Shortly after eight in the morning of the 17th, the consoles experience a strange glitching effect. They'll display 15-20 seconds of static, interrupting anything being done on them at the time, before going utterly dark. No power, no signal, completely offline even to detection of their normal bio-mechanical signatures. No amount of energy influx will get them going again, though taking them apart (or trying to) will still cause them to melt into goo.
Within minutes of the console shutdown, explosions will begin ripping through Keeliai. The bombs are all timed as close to simultaneous as coordinating a city-wide attack can be, with many going off within seconds of each other, throwing the thriving morning rush into chaos. They tear into businesses and across public spaces, collapsing walls and blowing piles of debris into the streets. Places of high traffic quickly become evident as prime targets: marketplaces, hospitals, schools and cafes. The streets take only moments to fill with panicking, screaming kedan trying to pull their injured fellows out of harm's way. All told, the explosions take place across approximately a 10-minute stretch and their explosive yields are fairly high.
In addition to the bombs that cause destruction through their blasts, smaller bombs are going off around the city that specifically target food and water supplies, particularly where large stocks of it were kept such as grocers, produce markets, and the like. Rather than cause mass damage, these explosions spray out a fine mist of spores. Any perishables in their immediate area that are splattered develop an oozing black mold within minutes, eventually breaking down organic substances that turn to foul smelling rot and release their own mist, perpetuating the cycle. While skin contact with the mist doesn't harm, inhaling or ingesting it will produce shakes, fever, vomiting with a cumulative effect that has the potential to be fatal. It is much slower to infect the water supply but the sheer volume of rotting perishables will eventually put enough of the spores to taint water sources, approximately 6-8 hours after the original bombings.
The police force are out as soon as possible and within the hour are helping move the injured to safer locations with Evandau in charge, right in their midst and shoulder to shoulder with his subordinates. Not being stockpiles for any of the apparent targets, many of the Foreigner residences have been left undamaged and, wary of putting them in further danger by collecting large groups in public spaces, Foreigners may even be asked to take in a few individuals or a kedan family.
Despite the number of explosions, there are far more reports of injuries as opposed to casualties. The person or persons (or That Bad Guy) responsible for this were, for this attack at least, more intent on damage than on death.
LINKS
Fire Sector | Earth Sector | Metal Sector | Water Sector | Wood Sector
Treating the Injured & Safe Houses | Investigations | OOC Plot Post
OOC NOTE: Remember that the consoles and network will be completely offline for the duration of this aspect of the the plot running April 17-23, though Foreigner tech is not affected. Plot questions can be directed to this comment. Have fun!
Date: April 17-30, 2014
Location: Keeliai
Situation: In an unexpected and bold attack by Malicant, the console system is completely shut down while food and supply locations all around the city are targeted by bombings.
Warnings/Rating: Explosions! Possible descriptions of related aftermaths, injuries, death, etc.
Shortly after eight in the morning of the 17th, the consoles experience a strange glitching effect. They'll display 15-20 seconds of static, interrupting anything being done on them at the time, before going utterly dark. No power, no signal, completely offline even to detection of their normal bio-mechanical signatures. No amount of energy influx will get them going again, though taking them apart (or trying to) will still cause them to melt into goo.
Within minutes of the console shutdown, explosions will begin ripping through Keeliai. The bombs are all timed as close to simultaneous as coordinating a city-wide attack can be, with many going off within seconds of each other, throwing the thriving morning rush into chaos. They tear into businesses and across public spaces, collapsing walls and blowing piles of debris into the streets. Places of high traffic quickly become evident as prime targets: marketplaces, hospitals, schools and cafes. The streets take only moments to fill with panicking, screaming kedan trying to pull their injured fellows out of harm's way. All told, the explosions take place across approximately a 10-minute stretch and their explosive yields are fairly high.
In addition to the bombs that cause destruction through their blasts, smaller bombs are going off around the city that specifically target food and water supplies, particularly where large stocks of it were kept such as grocers, produce markets, and the like. Rather than cause mass damage, these explosions spray out a fine mist of spores. Any perishables in their immediate area that are splattered develop an oozing black mold within minutes, eventually breaking down organic substances that turn to foul smelling rot and release their own mist, perpetuating the cycle. While skin contact with the mist doesn't harm, inhaling or ingesting it will produce shakes, fever, vomiting with a cumulative effect that has the potential to be fatal. It is much slower to infect the water supply but the sheer volume of rotting perishables will eventually put enough of the spores to taint water sources, approximately 6-8 hours after the original bombings.
The police force are out as soon as possible and within the hour are helping move the injured to safer locations with Evandau in charge, right in their midst and shoulder to shoulder with his subordinates. Not being stockpiles for any of the apparent targets, many of the Foreigner residences have been left undamaged and, wary of putting them in further danger by collecting large groups in public spaces, Foreigners may even be asked to take in a few individuals or a kedan family.
Despite the number of explosions, there are far more reports of injuries as opposed to casualties. The person or persons (or That Bad Guy) responsible for this were, for this attack at least, more intent on damage than on death.
LINKS
Fire Sector | Earth Sector | Metal Sector | Water Sector | Wood Sector
Treating the Injured & Safe Houses | Investigations | OOC Plot Post
OOC NOTE: Remember that the consoles and network will be completely offline for the duration of this aspect of the the plot running April 17-23, though Foreigner tech is not affected. Plot questions can be directed to this comment. Have fun!
FIRE SECTOR
Amelia | Outside a restaurant | Closed to Skulduggery
The blast slams her against the side of a building with a sickening crunch, her left side taking the brunt of the impact. Ears ringing from the bomb, she slides down to the ground, eye dilated in shock as her mind frantically races to piece together what has just happened. That she is hurt, and badly, is evident enough, but the extent is unknown. A growing wetness at her side tells her that at least one piece of glass from the restaurant window has been propelled into her.
As the ringing in her ears slowly recedes, Amelia tries to stand, but a fit of coughing from the dust prevents any progress as pain lances her ribs. More and more she is realizing that she is in dire need of assistance. There is screaming, screaming all around her, inside her own skull and it takes her a dizzying moment to recognize Taraja's wailing in her head as separate from the kedan's cries. In the distance, more echoing booms signify other explosions occurring elsewhere.
Biting the inside of her cheek, Amelia forces herself to stand, pulling herself up with her right arm - the left is hurt, likely broken - and slowly begins limping towards the nearby fire fountain.
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He was scavenging outside Keeliai all night, for a lack of anything more productive to do, and came up with very little that's useful. There's a few juulan pieces, and a rock that glows. He's carrying the rock in his right hand when the blast knocks him sideways, and when he manages to look back down without his vision darkening, his right arm is completely gone.
Well, so much for the rumours of the war being exaggerated. That, and the glowing rocks.
Apart from the lack of an arm, Skulduggery finds that he can stand and walk around relatively well. It hurts, but he's dealt with far worse, and there are people all around him much worse off. Without sparing a thought for the arm he's lost or where it's gone, Skulduggery immediately sets about moving injured kedan out of the blast radius, manipulating the air with only a little more difficulty than normal.
It's a few minutes before he spots someone he recognises, and then he's immediately beside her. "Amelia. How close were you?"
Bit of an unnecessary question, now that he can see her better. There's a quiet curse, and he gently but firmly lowers her down to the ground. "Stop trying to walk," he says. "You're only going to make it worse." A cursory examination tells him one of her arms is broken, definitely a few ribs, which means the internal bleeding is going to be bad even without the glass shard lodged in her side. He's mildly impressed she was able to walk at all.
There's a hospital nearby, isn't there? Skulduggery's never been, but he's fairly sure he knows how to find it. And if the sounds of other explosions nearby are any indication, getting there sooner is going to need to take priority.
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Amelia stares at him for a second, not quite comprehending him through the pain and shock, but before she can speak she's being lowered back to the ground that she so stringently fought to leave not a few minutes earlier. She opens her mouth to protest but the dust invades again, accompanied by a few small flecks of blackness. The coughing fit sends yet another sharp pang through her injured ribs, and her hiss of pain only serves to send Taraja back into a tizzy.
It's nearly impossible for her to focus on anything with the turtle so upset, and Amelia finally manages to bark out, "Taraja! Please," a vocalization of her need for quiet within her own head. To her muted surprise, it works despite the youngster being nowhere nearby, and the screams in her head dull to a soft whimpering.
Now at last she looks back up at Skulduggery, this time actually seeing him properly. A moment passes before she at last states, rather lamely, "Your arm's off."
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The flecks of blackness that have started appearing in the air are what worry Skulduggery the most. Bombs are a single event - they cause damage, and then the aftermath is only about healing that damage. But if these have created some sort of magical plague or outbreak, then the damage could last for much, much longer than just these initial explosions. And that's what tends to demotivate soldiers in a war.
"Yes," he agrees belatedly. "It is. Don't worry, I can find it later." He holds out his left and moves the air around Amelia so that she's lifted a few centimetres off the ground, making her far easier to move without any effort on her part. "Do you think you can drink some water?"
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"I suppose you're doing this, then," she comments, teeth grit. With her bearings a little more set, and the learned fear of floating off into the emptiness of space quashed, Amelia lets her arm fall back to her side. The dust is settling, but the black spores are still floating around and seeming to increase in number.
"Water would be wonderful right now, yes." Her throat is very dry.
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Closed to the Hal's
Except when the bombs hit there was too much chaos. By himself he could only help move the injured, one kedan at a time and while he did what he could, the knowledge that he had the ability to do more burned in the back of his mind until he couldn't ignore it any longer. He ran back to his place and pulled the ring and lantern out from under the bed, charged his ring and raced back into the fray. He's glowing green, evidence of the protective field being active, but he's still in his soot stained flight jacket instead of the standard issue green and black uniform of the Corps. That's still a privilege he considers himself unworthy of. But now he's able to hold buildings up, carry people and even sterilise food and he does so as he heads towards the one building he's avoided this entire time.
He doesn't know if the reason it takes him so long to get there is because he's trying to avoid it or if it's because there are so many people that need help, but eventually he reaches his counterpart's place.
He was picked for his ability to overcome fear. Hal takes a deep breath before hammering on the door.]
Hey, you in there?!
Halcest let's do this
Still, his own troubles didn't concern the chaos that was going on right now. He had been in his room when everything had begun, and superhero or not Hal, too, was out doing his best to help. He may not have his ring any more but hell if others were going to suffer. He could still do stuff even without his ring, had been for a long time. He didn't need a stupid ring to prove himself to anybody.
After a while of helping out Hal eventually returns back to his suite in order to take a short break, but before he can do that there's a hammering on his door accompanied with the last person Hal wants to hear anytime soon.]
No. [He snaps out before he can think twice about it and turns on his swivel chair away from the door. Yeah, like hell if he's going to talk to the asshole and pretend that everything is alright.]
complete nsfw thread right here
Okay, you're fine. I know I screwed up and I'm sorry, but could you open the damn door!
cw: hal jordan
I've got no reason to listen to you. [He's not even a Lantern anymore, so suck on that Hal.]
you mean tw
[He could be stubborn, but being stubborn at the expense of other's was something Hal couldn't put up with.]
w/e its the same with these two anyway
...true
such losers
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Iroh | Open
He started noticing the smell on top of the smoke, and, coughing, he grabbed his napkin and held it over his mouth and nose. He then started to look around for some idea about who had interrupted his breakfast.
... it had been such a nice breakfast, too.
Kaine | OPEN
He just hadn't imagined it would be so soon.
He had been lifting weights when the bombs went off, the shockwaves hitting his suite like a freight train and nearly causing him to be crushed by the weight he was holding. Instead he had managed to throw it just in time, ruining the mirror and the wall nearby instead. Not that he noticed; he jumped to his feet as soon as he could, grabbed his costume and ran out the door. It wasn't until he slipped the all too familiar black mask over his head did he realize it was the wrong one. He thought about going back, but the destruction in front of him quickly made him change his mind. There were way, way more important things to worry about right now than a damn mask.
The Scarlet Spider began moving from building to building, focusing on the ones still on fire and pulling as many people out as he could, leaving them on the ground for someone else to deal with.]
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Well, she had said she was bored. Not that she wanted to play the hero, but what else was there to do? So she easily pushes aside debris and lifts up fallen walls to pull people out from under them. Only a few are seriously injured but all she can do is move them to a less dangerous location. If there is one.
She was just about to use a concussive blast to put out a fire when she hears the familiar sound--how is it familiar already?--of someone swinging in on a web.]
Late to the party, aren't you?
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Is everyone out?
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Nothing living in this building. You might want to cover your ears. [Not much of a warning before she's clapping her hands together sharply, sending a gust of wind and energy right over the fire. Enough force that most of the flames are snuffed out almost instantly.]
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[He barely has time to cover his ears when she claps, the shockwave it forms would have knocked him on his ass had he not stuck his feet to the floor.] Jesus christ my ears are ringing.
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Midii | OPEN | possible tw for PTSD and war-related discussions
[The moment she heard the first explosion, Midii instinctively knew what it was. She'd heard that exact sound before. When the Alliance's bombs had started dropping all around her. She was supposed to have been spared. The transmitter necklace they'd given her...a golden cross, as if God himself were to protect her from harm...she'd given it away. A single moment of weakness put the life of a little soldier boy who didn't even love her above her own.]
[And she'd nearly died because of it.]
[This time, she had no golden cross to give away. Nothing to save her from the bombs. She didn't even bother to look and see if they were bombs. Survival instincts kicked in, and the twelve-year-old immediately abandoned her food in favor of diving down below the tables. Placing her hands over her head and shutting her eyes tight. Hands over her ears in hopes of shielding her eardrums from the worst of it. She'd heard stories of soldiers that had their hearing blown out by being in close enough proximity.]
[When the first wave was all done, heart racing, she dared risk opening an eye to take in the damage around her. Then...breath coming in short, labored gasps, she willed her muscles to move, dragging her out from under the table and in search of the nearest shelter.]
[The only thing keeping from crying right there was the fact that she was too paranoid to let the enemy hear her sobs.]
Aaaand Robin time
[ The restaurants were the most messy. He checked in with everyone he could, using the bat communicators, mostly (McGinnis, Grayson, Brown, Rayner...) and then swooped into the ruins of the closest food-serving place he could spot. ]
[ His mask was scanning the ruins for bodies, living or cooling, for pathways in the rubble. ]
This way!
[ The voice was young, but completely confident. ]
Those of you who can move on your own, come to me, and I'll show you which way to go to leave the place. Anyone who can't move but can call up, do so. I'll look for anyone else.
[ A kedan waiter was already limping towards him, and Robin nodded, beckoning at the man with composure. ]
Come on, that's right. Let's clear out the place before somebody decides to try for seconds.
[ Because that was the usual tactic. One explosion, delay, and then another, to get the rescuers. ]
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[Did he know she was here now? Or was it some strange coincidence that had reunited them?]
...Robin?
[There was chaos all around. People were scrambling. Scared. People were injured. Debris was everywhere. And yet, for a single moment, her mind could only focus on the one thing it knew. A boy in a mask who was here to help. Emerging from amidst the explosions. The parallels were almost frightening.]
What's going on? Who's attacking us?
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[ He didn't think he'd gotten this angry so quickly before in his life. It was like a wave of red, and he had to push it back - as opposed to embracing it when he fought Zsasz. ]
[ It was a good thing that his fingernails couldn't actually tear through his gauntlets, however. ]
Yeah, [ he heard himself say, almost as though from a distance, ] over here.
It's too soon to tell who it is, but it doesn't look like a gangs thing, and that leaves it likely to be the other big danger. The explosions have stopped, for the moment.
I think console communication might be disrupted, too.
[ He needed confirmation for that one, but he had to focus on the immediate, first. Getting people out. Clear of the target areas. ]
How hurt are you?
[ He was almost leaning towards one of the kedan who couldn't get up, but his mask was pointed to Midii clearly enough to let her know the question was for her. ]
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[It was the only reasonable explanation for how Midii could still be so calm. Despite the dirt and grime and the scratches marring her skin...surrounded by chaos and panick...her expression was unreadable, eyes distant, and voice as soft as if they were discussing the weather.]
[Slowly, her eyes traveled down to her hands. Her arms. Looking over her petite frame, and the faint tears in her clothes, before turning back to him.]
Flesh wounds. I barely feel them.
[Her attention then turned to the fallen kedan, and despite everything, her first instinct was the help the poor man up, kneeling down to offer what little support she could.]
Use my shoulder. It's alright.
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Dante | Open
His blue-gray eyes narrow and almost immediately begin to adjust. It takes him a bit to finally be able to see figures in the dark.
If Dante hadn't been told a thousand times already they were in a place called Keeliai, he'd be damn sure he was still back home and being dragged into Limbo. It reeks of Mundus, of demon work, but here, everyone sees, and everyone feels, and everyone gets damaged.
The first blast sends Dante flying, back first, against a very solid wall. Any person would have been immediately torn to shreds, or have their bones broken, or have their skull cracked, but not Dante. He lands on all fours, shaking his head, trying to orient himself to push through the dizziness and the pain. The damage all around him is beyond what he'd imagined before he looked up.
And it doesn't stop.
The food starts to ooze, and it reminds him, once again, of Limbo, of the sick oil-like substances that bleed from the buildings. The shitty part of this is that he has nothing to cover his mouth. All he can do is throw on his hood and push through.
Like a true hero, or a true idiot, Dante pushes against the crowd, going towards the main blasts. People were still in the worst of it, and they're not moving fast enough. Covering his mouth with his arm, he soldiers forward.]
Re: Dante | Open
An excellent idea! My good man!
[Tazendra was also a true hero or a true idiot. She also thrived when things were happening. Though someone might want to remind her to cover her mouth to protect rom smoke or spoors.]
Temeraire | Open
[He is taking tea at his favorite cafe--a cheerful, brightly decorated affair with a spot cleared out in the front just for him--when the explosions begin.
At first he does not know what is happening, at all. A beam clouts him across the head, and stars explode in his vision, and then suddenly there are shouts, and cries, and it is like Dover, or Jena, or Cape Town: splintered wood, and fires, and the stink of burnt kedan flesh, wholly unappetising to the tongue.
Then his vision clears, and he pulls free of the debris, shaking his wings clear: the membranes a little beaten, and torn in places by splinters, but otherwise serviceable. A few injured kedan clutch at his breastplate, and he lets them, with only a brief admonishment for them to hold tight.
He deposits them clear of the rubble, then heads straight back to the cafe. Time is of the essence, he knows, and he can clear boulders and beams away better than most.]
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[Whether it is by some fluke, or some tactical error, Temeraire does not know, but his and the other foreigners' apartments have all been spared--for the moment, at least.
Any other moment, and he would be hesitant about letting a crowd of dirty, bleeding kedan into his immaculately clean home. But the shouting--the smoke--it is none of it something civilians ought to be caught up in, and anyway there is space in his apartment for more than a few, is there not? And they are all so very small, compared to him.
Most of the kedan file inside without a word, but one particularly grubby kedan, whom he has not seen before, takes one look at him and begins to wail in its mother's arms. Any attempt to console it only makes it cry harder, and Temeraire, staring down at the infant, finds his ruff rising in dismay and confusion.]