EVENT: HERE THERE BE MONSTERS

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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.

Comments

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[aceordisgraced]

I did. Besides, do you trust amateurs with guns? I sure don't.

[Excuse you he is a genius!!]

So, where are you off to?

[bratworth]

I do not trust anyone to handle weapons they have not been properly trained to use. Including guns... and spears. [ The item in question gets a distrustful glance at that point. ]

Not that it's any of your business, but I was just heading back. [ And he turns, to do just that. ]

[aceordisgraced]

I was so sure you were just heading out, Edgeworth. Anyway, I plan to learn how to use it. I might as well, right?

[Do we really want to go that way Edgeworth? There might be m o n s t e r s.]

[bratworth]

[ Heading back towards the centre of the safety zone? He doubts it, and thus continues walking. ]

Do you fancy yourself some sort of soldier?

[aceordisgraced]

I fancy myself as a man who isn't old enough to be ready to die yet, actually.

Anyway, do you know how to use your weapon?

[bratworth]

[ His hand wraps around the knife in his pocket. ]

If that's the case, then you really should head back as well.

[aceordisgraced]

Aah, yeah, I think I will.

But we should take a different route don't you think?

[Pointing.

Big monstrous thing at 12 o'clock, Edgeworth.]

[bratworth]

I don't--

[ He turns around in the direction that Phoenix's pointing in and well, any words he was about to say die in his throat, only to be replaced by an incredibly undignified yelp. If he had to liken it to anything he'd ever seen in his life, it was a bear. An angry bear.

Vaguely, he recalled that when confronted with these types of animals there were recommended methods of action - there was one species where you were supposed to play dead, in order to be left alone, and another in which you were meant to maintain eye contact and slowly back away. He'd not read much into the topic, not really being one for the outdoors, but perhaps he should've.

Then again, would it matter? It wasn't as though this monster (monster, he emphatically reminds himself) was actually a bear. All the same, it looked dangerous - as though it could easily rip them apart.

In the end, it didn't matter was one was supposed to do in this situation because Edgeworth just found himself staring up at the beast, firmly rooted to the spot in fear. ]

[aceordisgraced]

Hey, don't just stand there! Are you stupid?!

[He doesn't mean to insult Edgeworth like that, but he's never been one for staying calm in dire situations. He could, as of late, because he got so used to strange things in his younger days, but a giant angry bear's never been on the list. So he struggles to think straight in his own shock and fear.

Fortunately for him, he's always been a man to think on his feet. And to think with his feet. Because immediately after he yells (or even as he is yelling), Phoenix is grabbing Edgeworth by the crook of his elbow and making a mad dash to get out of the bear's path.]

[bratworth]

[ The physical contact is enough to jerk Edgeworth out of his stunned immobility, and the dire nature of the situation, as well as the other man's strength compels him to likewise run like hell. It's definitely not the most dignified retreat that ever was.

All the while, Edgeworth hopes beyond hope that today is not the day that he becomes little more than bear-food. ]

[aceordisgraced]

I don't know if it's safe to run straight back to the safe zone. Can you find somewhere to hide?!

[Taking a giant bear back to the others might mean a chance to have someone who can actually fight help them, but it's also risking the safety of a ton of people. Definitely a nope.]

[bratworth]

Do you really think it's going to follow us all the way there? [ He's yelling so that he may be heard over the sound of their running/terror. ]

It's called a 'safe zone' for a reason!

[aceordisgraced]

This isn't a computer game, Edgeworth! If whatever's keeping the safe zone safe because something went wrong -- and things are wont to do that in real life! -- it's screwed.

Do we really want to be the ones to bring back a giant bear in case that happens?!

[bratworth]

No, of course not, you imbecile! [ It's the adrenaline that keeps his legs moving, although he's not really sure what he's running towards now, changing direction, weaving. ]

Where would you have us hide, Wright?

[aceordisgraced]

Find a hole and crawl in, I think! Do you see a pit anywhere that's deep enough that it can't reach us?

[He's looking around while he says this; the bizarreness of the entire situation is bringing a grin to his face, though. Just what is this place anyway, oh my goodness.]

[bratworth]

Over there! [ Edgeworth points somewhere slightly to the east of the direction they're running in; some sort of shaky structure with an entrance too small for a bear to fit. He'd prefer not to jump into any pits if he can help it.

Then he catches a glimpse at the expression on Phoenix's face.]

Why are you smiling?!

[aceordisgraced]

Er... adrenaline and disbelief, to be completely honest! And you can jump in first!

[He's still grinning. His face is stretched like the Cheshire Cat's.]

[bratworth]

[ There is something verywrong with you, Wright, Edgeworth thinks, but he doesn't need telling twice — indeed, his feet seem to act of their own accord as he launches himself into the entrance of the building, not yet looking back to see if Phoenix is following. ]

[aceordisgraced]

[Phoenix is following, all right. He runs amazingly fast for a thirty-something-year-old man in sandals, really. He slams his palms against Edgeworth's back to rush him forward into the building!!]

He's gaining, he's gaining..!

[bratworth]

[ Edgeworth stumbles after what's fundamentally a shove to his back, falling to his hands and knees as he tries to continue himself forward, palms aching. ]

So hurry up and get in, already!

[aceordisgraced]

Oh crap. Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to knock you down! [He'll grab Edgeworth by the back of his jacket now but not enough to choke him. Hopping further into the building.]

[bratworth]

[ It may not be enough to choke, but it's certainly sufficient to make Edgeworth uncomfortable, especially in the dark like this -- Wright was blocking the little light that was still visible from outside.

He tries to steady his breathing, becoming more and more aware of the stitch that's developed in his side. ]

Let go of me.

[aceordisgraced]

[He'll do so without another word, fishing around in his pocket from where he pulls out one (1) small flashlight! It was something he invested in after those catacombs, and he's glad for it. He lights it so they aren't in complete darkness.]

Watch your step, now.

[bratworth]

[ Flashlight. Why didn't he think to bring a flashlight? Feeling less claustrophobic now that he has light and space, he slowly gets to his feet, brushing dirt and dust off the fabric of his pants. I really need a new pair he thinks, somewhat hysterically, because that's really not what's important right now. ]

I - I'm. It's fine.

[aceordisgraced]

... Why don't you go ahead of me? Unless your pants pocket have hammerspace, I'm going to guess I've got more reach than you do and you can hold on to the flashlight.