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initiates NPCs ([personal profile] initiatesnpc) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2012-10-24 07:21 pm
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EVENT: HERE THERE BE MONSTERS

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.
ladyspitfire: (ʟᴏᴏᴋ | I will not be ashamed of my name)

[personal profile] ladyspitfire 2012-10-31 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Elissa isn't staying long. There's work to be done, monsters to kill, a perimeter to keep safe. Lingering for any time more than is absolutely necessary may mean another life lost or a breach in security. There's hardly even time to check to be certain everyone's there and still alive.

She's come back to gather some supplies and to change into something more field-appropriate, the heavy armor gone from her shoulders to be stashed somewhere safe. She's slipped into leathers, the spare set of armor she'd brought with her, the color faded enough to give her some kind of cover when she goes out killing. It's all she can hope for.

As she passes by, she sees Anora, and though her gut says not to stop...she does anyway, approaching her. She gives a dip of her head - a real sort of bow - before speaking.]


A bit like being out of the pan and into the open flame, wouldn't you say?