EVENT: HERE THERE BE MONSTERS

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: October 24 - October 31
Location: Throughout Exsilium
Characters: ALL; tag yourselves in
Summary: The Transports return from their mission to find the island crawling with monsters.
Warnings: Violence, possibly injuries (notify a mod if there's cause to add a particular warning!)

The Transports return from their mission to Medieval Russia, but the Initiative Hold is eerily deserted. Normally, their would be a number of Initiative personnel prepared to meet the Transports at the end of their mission for debriefing.

Instead, there is only silence.

That is, until a distant thumping sound can be heard. It is growing closer, and suddenly the beast is bursting into the room. It lets out a roar and charges. Within minutes, it is easily defeated, but damage has already been done -- it collided with the Transporter machine, which is now making a low fizzling sound and lets off a couple sparks. The commotion is enough to draw the attention of the few remaining Initiative personnel who still inhabit the Hold, who arrive immediately afterwards. They are able to tell the Transports two things: that the machine is broken and currently unable to sent anyone back in time, and that the island has been overrun with aggressive, mutated beasts sent by the United Earth. They have been under siege for months, with the island's population reduced to a mere fraction of what it had once been.

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[ofthegrey]

[The journey to the precarious tower was not without its own misadventures and difficulties. Mutated monsters, unfortunately, were nothing new to Duncan. By the time he reached the perimeter, he was dirty and exhausted, but determined.

There would be no end to their current predicament without the part in question. He had a feeling the journey there was only the beginning of the difficulties, not the end.]

[fe_male]

[ That is some epic wording you have there, my friend. Apt, but epic in tone. ]

How you holding up, buddy?

[hornedomen]

[Ico walked beside Duncan in quiet resolve. He had his sword and shield ready. He carried a knapsack with food supplies and bomb ingredients but he was worried. The supplies he bought from before was only meant for himself. It would not last a group for more than a day, two at most. If they found water, at least the group would not have to go thirsty with the portable water filter he brought.]

[He looked up at Tony but he did not respond to him. It seemed like he was addressing Duncan.]

[demonbloodblade]

[Melianth is there, as well; she carries food enough for others, if they ask. She's been keeping watch, scouting ahead and to the sides, watching what's going on. Indeed, she's doing her best to make sure no surprises reach the rest of the expedition. In addition, she has a tent for four, so those who most need shelter at night have a place to rest.]

[Her blade is never far from hand, but that's just because of how she is.]

/tony hates orders (/wordplay?)

[fe_male]

[ You people who don't talk. What is he even supposed to do with you. Too serious, or something. Maybe just too intense. Too prepared. He wasn't quite expecting this to last that long, on the whole. On the greater end - well, his suit's got that whole filtration system thing he was talking about, supposing he wasn't just bullshitting. Who knows. ]

You guys can talk too, you know. Just, as an aside. No stepping on the man's toes here. Steel-toed boots of steel. Kind of fruitless anyway.

Re: /tony hates orders (/wordplay?)

[demonbloodblade]

[Meliantha glances, then actually smiles. A very small one, but. Her accent is a bit Spanish.]

I'm used to travelling alone. Almost no one to talk to.

[Another voice comes from the sword, this one with a sort of English accent.]

That's terribly unhealthy for you. I keep telling you that.

[She sighs.]

Yes. I know.

[Then she turns to the man in the armor.]

I am Meliantha. I do not believe we have met.

[fe_male]

[ oh hey you've got an inanimate English conversational object too ]

Probably not. I get around but it's a big island. Tony Stark. You don't sound that alone.

[demonbloodblade]

[ oh they're all the rage nowadays ]

True, I suppose. But more than that is unusual. It's different with more than just one person to talk to.

Who created your armor?

[fe_male]

[ Glance. ] I did. Who made your sword?

[demonbloodblade]

[The sword replies.]

I did. Technically, it was a mistake - my soul was not supposed to be merged with the blade.

[She smiles a little - not showing teeth smile.]

This is why I don't always trust his advice.

I've never seen armor like it. You must be a skilled armorer. I expect you understand more of the 'technology' we will encounter than I.

[fe_male]

[ Oh, okay, so that was a person in a sword instead of a sword just trying to be one. ]

I expect I will, yeah. I'm an engineer. Probably what an armorer would have to be in your day in order to make it work. [ Beat. ] And apparently in my day too. That's fun.

[demonbloodblade]

[She nods.]

Good. I have no skill of that nature, and from what I have seen, someone with those skills will be needed. It is good that you have come along.

[fe_male]

You can't fix your sword if it gets dinged up?

[demonbloodblade]

Oh, I can do basic weapon repairs, repair armor plates and replace them, the field basics.

[She gestures at Tony's armor, especially the arc reactorglowy thing in the chest.]

Yours? I would have no idea at all where to start, except if you were stuck in it and I had a prybar to break you out.

[ofthegrey]

I've had worse treks in the Anderfels. I don't like the looks of that tower, though. One misstep, and it seems the whole thing could come down on our heads.

[fe_male]

You'd be surprised how often it's things that look like they're falling apart that stay up longer. Of course, that could just be relative.

[ofthegrey]

I think we're going to find out soon. [He glances around in the waning light.]

Perhaps at first light tomorrow. The only thing more dangerous than crawling around in that structure will be doing it in pitch blackness. We're going to lose our light soon, and I don't think it would be wise to strike one. We'll be visible for miles out here if we do.

[fe_male]

[ woah woah woah it sounds like ] You want to camp? Here?

[ofthegrey]

Do I want to? Not particularly. If you have a better proposal, I'm open to hearing it. I'm still less familiar with this place than you.

[He has been told of some of the dangers. After the bombardments, he's more wary about things they haven't yet been told.]

[fe_male]

I've never been out here before. We're about as even as we'd ever get, right now.

[ofthegrey]

Alright, then. Perhaps we should look for such shelter as we can find. I'm sure you do know how cold it gets once the sun is fully down.

[No matter how many years he lived in Ferelden, that's one thing he never accustomed to, the cold. His expression says as much.]

[fe_male]

[ He sets JARVIS to scanning the nearby area as he glances around the place himself. ] There's what I'm informed is a 'shelter' about a mile and a half that way. Not far. I'm sure we can insulate it before it's too dark.

[ofthegrey]

[He nods and shifts a strap of his small pack on his shoulder.]

Lead the way. I'll watch our flank.

[fe_male]

[ okie dokie. He'll lead the way, following the route JARVIS is giving him, watching the front, until they get to the shelter. It's actually about as one would expect, yay, pretty decent, good boy, JARVIS. ]

Trumpets, fanfare, here we are, thank god, it's getting chilly out. C'mon, you go in.

[ofthegrey]

Quite handy that...device of yours.

[He's not sure what else to call it. There are no parallels to any such things from home.

He takes a final look around before ducking into the structure. Serviceable indeed.]

It'll keep the wind off of us at least.