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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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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
complete nsfw thread right here
cw: hal jordan
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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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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
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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
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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B
[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.]
EARTH SECTOR
Zelgadis | Open
"Someone get me something to hold water."
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Molly | her suite | open
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Elizabeth | Outside | Open
From the looks of it- some explosion had rocked the streets. People already were injured, panicked in the streets. And Elizabeth knew just what to do.
Running towards the scene of the crime, Elizabeth tried to find the most important looking person.] I can help. I can help with evacuation.
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Once she's got her bearings straightened out, Shayera shoots down to assess the damage, grabbing her mace at her side in case anyone else gets some stupid idea in their head. Not today, losers. Audible groans of pain are heard, and Shayera quickly switches from hunt to help. She moves any large pieces of rubble out of the way without much trouble (go super strength!), as well as blasting chunks of falling debris with her mace.) Okay, come on, everybody out quickly, but watch your step!
(Shayera continues this among many of the damaged buildings in the Earth Sector, still unaware of what happened to the consoles. To her, helping the innocents is a much more important task at the time.)
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Joel | OPEN
Except… except these bombs seem to be hitting far too close. These bombs, he realises, snapping back to the present as another explosion slams into the air somewhere outside, are hitting the city itself.
And then-- Ellie. Tess. Sarah. Christ, Christ, oh Christ. Without any further moment of idling, he's rushing over to his backpack. Hoists it onto his shoulders, grabs up his pistol, gives a cursory check of how much ammo is left in the magazine - not much; he's going to have to make every god damn shot count - shoves it into his waistband, grabs up his rifle, stores it into a strap of his backpack. His heart is pounding. His palms are already sweaty. But he's focused. He's focused on Ellie, on Sarah, on Tess. He needs to find them. That's all he fucking cares about, screw everyone else.
He unlocks the door, pulls it open and steps out into the deceptively sunny morning. The calamity of screaming and terror all around him is enough to almost shock him back into another flashback but he forces himself to stay grounded, for Sarah's sake, for Ellie's sake, for Tess'.
He can smell smoke. Can see smoke rising up from buildings ahead, not to far from where he is. He's not taking any fucking chances: they could be bombing the place with any kind of gas; or if they are bombing Infected, there could be fucking spores everywhere. He reaches behind him, fumbles the gas mask off from where it's clipped to his backpack, yanks it down over his already sweaty face. His breath suddenly sounds hollow and sharp in the claustrophobic mask, and his vision is narrowed down to two circles and grimy eye-protective glass. Better safe than sorry.
He slams the door behind him and begins running as fast as his feet will take him.
SO WE MEET AGAIN
OH HO HAI
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Mako | For Bolin
So, that was where Mako headed first, his eyes peeled for Bolin, and his clothes covered in blood because he hadn't had a chance to change yet after Korra]
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METAL SECTOR
Rex Salazar | Open
Just minutes after the last of the equipment had been moved, a loud explosion rocked the area, the strong, resulting tremors sending tools everywhere and causing shelving to collapse. There was a gut wrenching CREAK as something gave way outside and slammed into the side of the building, busting a large hole in the wall and scattering debris everywhere. Grabbing the garage owner, Rex pulled him under the nearest work bench and built out one Smack Hand to put between them and the crumbling section of wall. From the look and sound of it, part of the building immediately next door had at least partially collapsed and struck the garage as it came down.
Once the shaking stopped and it seemed things had settled for the moment, Rex threw off the bench and stood up, the kedan at his side and fortunately unharmed. As they made their way toward the door out to the main street and forced it open, the sights and sounds of chaos greeted them. Dark smoke curled into the air overhead, the street full of panicked kedan as they hurried to get away from the blast area, some of them carrying out injured with them. Hardly five seconds later, there was another explosion several blocks down and a few streets over, debris flying upward and outward, the noise causing the nearby kedan to scream even louder and head in the opposite direction.
It was about then that something Damian had said came back to him. About how one never knew when the stakes would go up. Well, true enough, but it wasn't like Rex was wholly unprepared for this. He'd seen his share of terrorist attacks back home, after all. And now that everything had gone crazy, it was time to go to work.
Rex gripped the shoulder of the kedan garage owner. "Get somewhere safe, now. Go!"
He then turned and ran a short distance before building out the Boogie Pack and flying straight toward the initial explosion's ground zero. If anyone was too injured to escape on their own or trapped beneath the debris, Rex intended to find them and get them to safety.
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Peter Parker/Spider-Man | OPEN
This was definitely not a morning for that. And he knew it right away when it was his spider-sense that woke him, blaring and buzzing incessantly at the base of his skull... It was basically overloading the rest of his senses. That was how Peter knew something was going down just moments before it actually did. He'd managed to stumble over to the nearest window to look outside, just in time to see things falling from the sky. And no matter what world one originated from, things falling from the sky was never a good sign.
In that moment, it didn't matter that he wasn't in costume, not with his spider-sense overloaded the way it was. He managed to get a pair of jeans and sneakers on before he was jumping out the window, headed straight for where the nearest bomb hit. People were going to be hurt, and he had to do whatever he could to keep them from getting hurt worse than they needed to.]
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Nilin | Open
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Ava Ayala | Open
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closed; annabeth & nico
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WATER SECTOR
Garrett Hawke | Open
An instant later Hawke jumped to his feet. Around him people screamed in terror or pain. Briefly he considered running to Daowei's bookstore to check on the clerk but immediately decided against it. He couldn't imagine the bookstore being a target no matter what kind of illicit goods one might be able to get there. Besides, the Water Sector has his home, at least as of right now. People here needed his help.
By the time Hawke was on the move Notch was on his feet and following. He moved as fast as he could, helping those still trapped in burning buildings or beneath rubble while Notch searched for more. As he rushed towards more screams and explosions, a diner to his right exploded. Hawke felt himself be thrown through the air before slamming violently against a wall. The world around him spun. Then the pain of something broken, or maybe many somethings broken, screamed through his body. Blood trickled down his face and through his hair from a gash across his skull.
A sudden, intense pressure on his shoulder caused him to cry out before a soft whine told him it was Notch. The massive hound bit down on his shoulder, dragging him away from the building and away from more danger. When he finally let go he barked and howled madly, desperate to get anyone's attention. Meanwhile Hawke just tried to stay conscious.
Re: Garrett Hawke | Open
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Michaelangelo | Open
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Tess - Open (cw: zombie-related PTSD, gore)
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Saint Walker | OTA!
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Kaldur'ahm | Open
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Fishing Shop - Open!
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OTA | Bossuet/L'Aigle/Lesgle
WOOD SECTOR
Enjolras | Cafe | Open
His mind scrambled to make some sense of the situation for about half a second, as he surveyed the damage and then something inside of him that had been holding him back snapped and let him go, loosing a thread that had been pulled too tightly for a while. Straightening, because he could, blood dripping from his forehead where he'd been hit somehow, in the chaos, he turned toward the other patrons here, the french dropping from his lips as if at once as he made his way to the nearest other patron there.]
Reports?
[He called, while crouching by someone who appeared to be injured.]
We must ready ourselves for the next attack. If we can move the wounded where there will be nothing breached. Are the bottles prepared?
[The bottles in question containing the acids the medical students had been able to procure were, perhaps, the first sign that Enjolras was not exactly living in the current moment, but nonetheless, he was attempting to continue on.]
We might shore up defenses with some of what they've left us.
[So pointing out, he grabbed for a piece of table, preparing to wedge and stack it upward.]
I'd thought us better fortified than this, but we must make due, now. No matter. Let us show them what it is we fight for, and what we hold dear.
[Where was his hunting gun? Where were any of his things? Combeferre would have another weapon at the ready, yes? If he might find him. But first there was preparing, and hoping that more cannons did not rock so badly as this first had done. It was perhaps a vain hope, but nonetheless, here he was standing still, prepared, with his last breath, to defend the republic, and what it could be.
If only the republic of France were even HERE, of course.]
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Hal Jordan | Treehouses | Open
with the ring!
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Victor Mancha | Around the Sector | Open
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Zatanna Zatara | WO-3A + around | OPEN
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Natasha Romanoff - Around the Sector - Open
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Stiles, Derek & Rapunzel | Derek's Suite | Closed
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bro strider ϟ up in the air ϟ open
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Sarah Miller | WO-3A and around!
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akito (& quintus) • around WO-A • open !!!
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WO-1D - Closed to Bucky
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INJURIES & SAFE HOUSES
NEED A LIFT? OPEN TO ALL SECTORS!
Using his 3DMG, he climbed to the tallest tree he knew of in Wood (that wasn't currently on fire) and scanned the horizon to assess the situation. Judging by the billowing black smoke, it looked like each sector had been targeted in some way-- some more than others. Such a coordinated strike had to be Him. Malicant.
The barn was unharmed, but the Kirin were in a panic. It took some time to find two that were willing to be led at all, and calm them down enough to pair on a cart. Armin didn't like the smell in the air, so he made them some makeshift masks not unlike the kerchief he was wearing across his nose and mouth, and fit them with blinders for good measure.
A couple of pack-beasts and a cart could be helpful in a number of ways. They could be hooked up to move heavy debris, as well as transport those who can't move to a place where they can receive medical treatment. He also had his gear on, if that could help at all. Maybe to reach someone in a precarious position.
He'd keep his eyes and ears open as he made rounds to each sector, and gather as much knowledge about the situation as he could.
ooc: [Armin will be making a circuit around the sectors, taking people back to the Eshai Memorial Hospital if they are injured and cannot move otherwise. If you'd like his help in your thread, feel free to ping me here! It might take time, considering he's using kirin, but it's a start!]
tending injuries - ota!
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Offering safe haven
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OTA - Helping those with injuries!
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INVESTIGATIONS
The explosive bombs were comprised of a fertilizer mixture and fuel, almost eerily similar to what might be used in the world many Foreigners are familiar with. The fertilizer is what's used exclusively for agriculture across the turtle, specially formulated for flora that's growing on a turtle shell and available everywhere. The bombs themselves were designed for concussive force rather than injury, made to destroy parts of buildings (storerooms, etc) rather than specifically target the people inside of them or take down the buildings as a whole. The rapid timing of their detonations suggests they were all in place before the first one went off, meaning they'd been planted at some point prior to this day. Overall the bombs themselves are crude with simple timers and rudimentary containers but they were very effective.
The contamination bombs were smaller and comparatively, yielded almost no physical damages. They were placed strategically in storehouses and where there were known stores of food. Since the spores self-perpetuate, the current level of contamination far outstrips the number of originally infected places. The spores cannot be washed off, but can be killed by fire.
Galatea | Around | Open
She inspects it and then goes back to the mess, using her x-ray vision to see through the charred wood and stone and broken furniture to the ground. There is more scraps--shrapnel, but not much--and it all looks like it was blown from the same area.
Guess she knows where the bomb was hidden now. She manages to dig a larger, chunk, what looks like part of the container the fuel was held in.]
Cheap and basic, but this would do the job. [So she starts looking around in other buildings that got the brunt of the explosions, trying to find as many of the bombs in better condition as she can.]
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Eshai Memorial Hospital
The staff's been trained in the case of this kind of emegency, and thankfully recover quickly enough for the most part to retrieve their fellows and patients from the debris and begin giving medical assistance to those already present and injured, and anyone who comes in, but there's an extra problem. The hospital's primary administrator and one of the few professionally trained foreigners is missing.
Where's Bianca?
[OOC: With this, consider Bianca dropped! Because what better timing, right?]
july, you ain't right. / closed; Bakura
He's knocked to the ground by the concussive force from a nearby blast, and it feels like a gigantic fist has knocked him to the ground. For a second, he can't think; there's smoke and sound and rubble everywhere and he can still feel the vibrations of the explosion in his chest, shaking his bones. There's some sharp pain above his eyebrow before he feels blood begin to drip down his face from a shallow cut, and when he coughs as the smoke and dust enter his lungs, he can feel a rib strained, if not fractured or knocked out of place. He's lucky he was so far away from the epicenter of the blast, he thinks dimly as he stumbles to his feet. A terrorist attack is not how he would want to die, even temporarily.
There's thunder nearby, and he realizes it's not thunder but more explosions and his stomach drops as he also realizes that this newest series of blasts is coming from the general direction of the hospital. He uses the cover of the smoke and screaming to duck into an alley where he can don the rings unseen, and once he's armored up, he teleports himself to the hospital, his heart hammering in his still-ringing ears. It's faster than flying.
The hospital looks like a warzone; Eshai Memorial Hospital may have met the same fate as its namesake. Gene uses the strength of the suit to help lift chunks of rubble off of trapped patients and staff, scanning the area for one person in particular and blinking the sweat and blood out of his eyes.
His anxiety mounts with each freed person, knowing there can't be many more left. Maybe she's running late today, maybe she stopped at a cafe that exploded, maybe she's with Jaime. Finally he queries the crimson ring. Where is Bianca?
It takes a second, an eternity in ring time, before the answer appears in his brain. Subject is out of ambit.
His heart stops. Dead?
Gone.
Something in his heart, something that had never really stopped shaking since the first bomb blast, breaks. He takes a knee, armored hand going to his armored helm as the sweat drips down his face, and he tries to take a breath. His head is swimming with images of two of the only people who've cared about him in his life, both slain by treachery; Jin Ying with the dark bruises around her neck from Zhang's callused hands, Bianca Reyes blown to pieces by some insurgent's bomb.
And then his thoughts go to their murderers.
Xin Zhang, who Gene had always deep down been afraid of, who he'd never quite been able to kill.
And...Ryou Bakura. (It had to be Bakura. It couldn't be anyone else. Bakura had motive and he sure as hell had opportunity and Gene had warned her, hadn't he, he had told her to watch out for his retaliation and he'd retaliated and Bianca had made him promise not to go after Bakura but now she was gone and thus any promises he'd made were now null and void he has to go after Bakura he has to teach him a lesson he has to kill he has to kill he has to kill.)
A roar of pain and anguish tears itself from his throat, and once it goes through the armor's voice modulator it turns into a low, guttural, bestial scream of murderous rage.
"Find. Bakura," he growls aloud to the crimson ring, a hot coal in his chest.
It does.
And the Mandarin vanishes.
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Re: Eshai Memorial Hospital
Aya | OPEN
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Septimus - Hospital Organization - OPEN
Re: Septimus - Hospital Organization - OPEN
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Re: Septimus - Hospital Organization - OPEN
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[Action]
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jaime reyes | ota
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RADIO - EA-3A - OPEN
They have also taken the reserves of coffee out--which, being stored in the suite, have thankfully not been poisoned. Caffeine injections can still be happening.
However, there is definitely always someone there to help and keep the broadcasts going.
Specific emergency messages--like advertisements about health warnings, status of hospitals and clinics and other aid stations, what news of cause and extent of damage there is, and the original announcement about the open air time--are kept on a loop, around other updates, music, or anything that seems good to broadcast.
Re: RADIO - EA-3A - OPEN
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[Action] Dated a few day after the initial attack.
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Welcome Center-Open.
"Stay here," She tells the children as she steps outside and sees that there is smoke coming from all around them in every sector. Another loud noise and a new cloud rises from Metal. Frowning Clara moves towards the Water sector, trying to figure out what's going on.
Then suddenly a bomb goes off just on the edge of Water and she's thrown across the ground. She lands hard on her side and for a moment, lies prone as she struggles to breath due in the smokey air. Or at least she believes it's smoke. It's dark and it almost feels like it coats her lungs.
A Kedan child starts moving towards her calling her name and at the sound, she recovers. Struggling to her feet, she gestures to the child not to come near.]
Get back! Get back inside!
[Every movement hurts but she rushes back to the center and herds the children inside and shuts the door. More explosions are starting to go off. There are people running in a panic all around her. She yells to grab their attention.]
Hey! I need help! There are kids in here!
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He looks pretty aggravated, kind of trying to ninja through these people but it's kind of useless.
The tone of a familiar voice catches his attention, though, and he perks up, orange eyes squinting towards the Welcome Center. He never forgets a voice once he hears it.
Oh hey. It's lantern chick.
There's a rather urgent and awkward looking hand motion— kind of like a wave, but it also looks like he's rapping at the same time. He doesn't call after her, but instead weaves his way through people and makes a stop before Clara at the Welcome Center. ]
Fuck.
People don't know how to be in a panic in an organized fashion, do they?
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