Cometh the Big Crying Wheel

[initiates]

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?

Comments

[priad]

No.

[ The bolter crashes as he strides towards misery, defiant and proud, his technologically granted abilities not effected by misery and his imperative, as always, is to fight. ]

[inafadingcrown]

You cannot intend to take on that creature alone. [Look, she may think you are an uncultured, insensitive ass, but she doesn't really want to see him dead.]

[priad]

Why not? I've slain larger.

[ His lightning claw crackles with energy as he activates it, even without the initiative enhancements it can still rip through even his own powered armor. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh. Well. Okay. That's...something else.]

As you wish, then.

[priad]

Keep sending the mortals the other way. I wouldn't want to shoot one by mistake.

[inafadingcrown]

[She gives him an odd look- she fully intends to ask him about his use of the word "mortal" later.]

Of course. [And she'll leave it at that, moving on with her sword still held protectively in front of her.]