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exsiliumlogs2013-09-15 02:26 am
initiates) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-09-15 02:26 am
Entry tags:
- #plot post,
- ahiru (princess tutu),
- alixandra demter (original),
- allen walker (d. gray-man),
- alucard anselm (original),
- apollo (original),
- ashraf salib (original),
- blaine thorps (original),
- caesar saladberg (suikoden iii),
- carol (baccano!),
- celebrían (lotr),
- chrysos kineas (original),
- collette "please" (animorphs),
- cross marian (d.gray-man),
- crucible/hogan bight (dragonlance),
- dr. gordon freeman (half-life),
- effie trinket (the hunger games),
- elliot nightray (pandora hearts),
- elmer c. albatross (baccano!),
- fili (the hobbit),
- flora (the winx club),
- galadriel (lotr),
- gilbert nightray (pandora hearts),
- howard link (d.gray-man),
- isaac lahey (teen wolf),
- jaime reyes (dc comics),
- kanaya maryam (homestuck),
- keith goodman (tiger & bunny),
- kevin cecil (makai ouji),
- kili (the hobbit),
- kirika kure (oriko magica),
- lavi (d.gray-man),
- lenalee lee (d.gray-man),
- madoka kaname (madoka magica),
- maria thorpe (assassin's creed),
- miranda lotto (d.gray-man),
- nanami kiryuu (rgu),
- oriko mikuni (oriko magica),
- oz vessalius (pandora hearts),
- peeta mellark (the hunger games),
- peter rumancek (hemlock grove),
- pidonus marasia (original),
- piper halliwell (charmed),
- priad (warhammer 40k),
- raiden (metal gear),
- ruka (yu-gi-oh!),
- saul goodman (breaking bad),
- sayaka miki (madoka magica),
- scott mccall (teen wolf),
- sofiya karimov (original),
- stephanie brown (dc comics),
- teshigawara naoya (another),
- tsubomi hanasaki (heartcatch precure),
- vanadi "the chaste" (original),
- xerxes break (pandora hearts)
Cometh the Big Crying Wheel
Date & Time: Sept 15th
Location: A refurbished castle on the outskirts of Exsilium.
Characters: Anyone at the party!
Summary: Vanadi hosts a party that goes very poorly.
Warnings: Violence, probably! Let a mod know if we should update this.
It’s a lovely night for a party!
The venue at the outskirts of town is, unfortunately, a bit drafty — and actually rather sparsely furnished, as well. In fact, party goers are encouraged to mingle, drink, and enjoy themselves in the courtyard, as the castle itself wasn’t able to be renovated in time, and has proven to be a little bit architecturally unsound. Any explorative guests might find a small hail of dust and pebbles on their heads if they venture too far in — and who knows what else, if they continue on.
But the drinks and snacks both are plentiful and delicious, and the large canvas set up from castle wall to castle wall keeps off the sprinkling rain. The weather could even be described as warmish and pleasant, if one were feeling generous. A group of Exiles plays classic instruments in one corner of the courtyard, having been paid enough to even smile at any Transports that wander near.
All in all, it’s shaping up to be a good night. Until about 10 PM, that is. Come 10 PM, the Misery rolls into town, tearing down the canvas, nullifying powers, and crying corrosive blood everywhere. That’s the cue for all hell to break loose, as the final wave of mind-controlled characters snag their victims and make for the hills — or at least for the UE. The mind-controlled characters will also have the backup of a squadron of 20 of the Masked, the UE's special ops force. The Masked's main goal is to grab those on their list and get away, but they're certainly not above shooting to kill at anyone that gets in their way. They're also highly trained in hand-to-hand combat and physically enhanced by their suits, so they're a good bunch to try to avoid.
But do have a wonderful time until then, won’t you?
Location: A refurbished castle on the outskirts of Exsilium.
Characters: Anyone at the party!
Summary: Vanadi hosts a party that goes very poorly.
Warnings: Violence, probably! Let a mod know if we should update this.
It’s a lovely night for a party!
The venue at the outskirts of town is, unfortunately, a bit drafty — and actually rather sparsely furnished, as well. In fact, party goers are encouraged to mingle, drink, and enjoy themselves in the courtyard, as the castle itself wasn’t able to be renovated in time, and has proven to be a little bit architecturally unsound. Any explorative guests might find a small hail of dust and pebbles on their heads if they venture too far in — and who knows what else, if they continue on.
But the drinks and snacks both are plentiful and delicious, and the large canvas set up from castle wall to castle wall keeps off the sprinkling rain. The weather could even be described as warmish and pleasant, if one were feeling generous. A group of Exiles plays classic instruments in one corner of the courtyard, having been paid enough to even smile at any Transports that wander near.
All in all, it’s shaping up to be a good night. Until about 10 PM, that is. Come 10 PM, the Misery rolls into town, tearing down the canvas, nullifying powers, and crying corrosive blood everywhere. That’s the cue for all hell to break loose, as the final wave of mind-controlled characters snag their victims and make for the hills — or at least for the UE. The mind-controlled characters will also have the backup of a squadron of 20 of the Masked, the UE's special ops force. The Masked's main goal is to grab those on their list and get away, but they're certainly not above shooting to kill at anyone that gets in their way. They're also highly trained in hand-to-hand combat and physically enhanced by their suits, so they're a good bunch to try to avoid.
But do have a wonderful time until then, won’t you?
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He steps back as Blaine levers himself against the sarcophagus-looking thing and kicks open the lid, peers in.
"...Holy god, is that..."
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He put it back in the bag after checking to make sure the right ammo was with it, not that he hadn't made sure when he put it in there, but someone could have gone in there and just re-placed the piece of metal he'd placed between the rocks as a signal for it being untampered with. Then he pulled out another rifle, this one was a big heavier and it had a larger caliber.
"No RPGs, but you can have that one," and he gestured to the one he'd just put down. "Try not to lose it." He softened it with predatory grin. Well. Soften might not be the right word, but Gordon probably understood.
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"You can use this place to store it, because only having your emergency supplies back at the apartment is shit planning." Little did he know that would be useless in a few days. Blaine reached into the hole for one last object, a few pouches to hold ammo and magazines from the belt around his waist and down around his thighs. He only had one of these in this hiding spot. He was buckling them on with quick hands and tightening straps before loading up.
"Alright, we gotta go." They had been there maybe a minute or two, but that was an eternity in situations like this. He could still hear gunfire so he was sure it wasn't over, but it didn't assuage his fears. "I haven't heard a single explosion or sizzle of weird magic shit since it started."