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.

Comments

[bitch_is_back]

It's not impossible. Demons can die. There are just certain methods.

If I wanted to die, I could've rolled over a long time ago.

[hungover]

So what's your plan of attack?

[bitch_is_back]

Uh, I thought I'd try not to scream too much at first, but I probably won't be able to help that after awhile.

Can't exactly pray to God, so my options sorta end there.

[hungover]

And I suppose lying to them wouldn't be an option.

[Or at least, a terribly successful one. At least he's temporarily distracted from his own problems! One point for you, Meg.]

[bitch_is_back]

Pretty sure they wouldn't buy that.

[Especially since she's been working against Crowley for a long time.]

[hungover]

That all depends on how good you are at lying.

[He grins again, toothily, and pours them both another shot. This seems like the appropriate moment for more booze.]

[bitch_is_back]

[It sure does. Meg helps herself to another as well.]

You're not worried about me, are ya?

[She was only teasing, but she was also a bit curious.]

[hungover]

You seem to have a lot more sense than most of the people here.

[So he kind of wants to keep an eye on you and maybe help you out, all right. He's not as horrid as people think he is, he's just quick to dismiss people who seem ... useless.

So that's a 'yes', more or less. He's actually a very worried person almost all the time -- it comes with the paranoia territory.]

[bitch_is_back]

Aren't you sweet.

[Meg teases and reaches to brush at his hair with her fingers.]

[hungover]

I think that's a first for names people have called me.

[Oh, she's touching him. Interesting. He just -- laughs.]

I didn't take you for a flatterer.

[bitch_is_back]

[Meg twirls her finger until it curls his hair up like spaghetti on a fork.]

I didn't take you for such a big softie.

If you're worried about someone like me, they outta make you a saint. I can probably count the number who ever did.. well I'd say on one hand but even that's way more fingers than I need to count 'em.

[hungover]

That's because a lot of people have enough problems with their own inner demons.

[Never mind the outer demons. Haymitch is just going to -- uh, try and ignore the touching for now, because he's not sure how he wants to react to it just yet.

Let's just say it's been a long, long time since a woman's taken any sort of interest in him.]

[bitch_is_back]

No, it's because I'm usually the demon giving them the problems.

[She grins and rests her forearm on top of his shoulder, which gets her leaning in nice and close. She's just.. staring at the side of his face and grinning.]

[hungover]

[...yeah, okay, is she just trying to make him feel uncomfortable now?]

Now, don't tell me that you're planning to give me trouble, princess.

[bitch_is_back]

[Actually, she is.]

Depends on what kinda trouble you want me to give you.

[Meg laughs a bit and tries to tap his chin once with her finger.]

[hungover]

[He purses his lips, not moving back from the touch.

-- sure, he's had a few ill-advised flings. They hadn't gone so well, as one might expect.]

Preferably not the leg-breaking sort.

[bitch_is_back]

Poor.. poor Haystack.

[Meg pets his cheek gently.]

So moody. So jaded. So drunk.

[hungover]

[And he laughs, tipping his head back.]

It's funny, you don't say any of those things like it's a problem.

[bitch_is_back]

Is it?

[Meg doesn't see why it should be.]

If you met the company I usually keep, you wouldn't think it's a problem, either.

Believe it or not, most demons aren't that entertaining.

[hungover]

A little too absorbed in the killing and the suffering to have any fun?

[Just a guess.]

[bitch_is_back]

Pretty much.

[She settles next to him, leaning against his arm a bit.]

Course, we sorta find the killing and suffering stuff to be part of the fun, but they lack personality.

[hungover]

[She really is an interesting girl, even if she's -- well, a demon.

Enobaria had enjoyed killing. Hell, he'd thought he enjoyed it, when the other person 'deserved it'...but now, he's not so sure.]

What is it about the killing and suffering that you find so -- interesting?

[bitch_is_back]

[Meg tilts her head to look at him.]

It's more about serving a purpose. Making sure your side comes out on top.

[Her hand reaches for him again, gently brushing at his cheek with her thumb.]

Course, if the person suffering is some smarmy dick who deserves it, I sure as hell would enjoy it.

[hungover]

[He's not all that used to fighting on 'sides', although he's putting in an effort for Katniss' sake. Starting the revolution by working with other victors to try to overthrow the government was an -- adjustment.]

So, all you demons are on the same side, then?

[bitch_is_back]

We used to be. Until the plan went poof.

After our father was imprisoned, a demon named Crowley decided to sit in daddy's chair. That's when I had to go on the run. Crowley doesn't want any of the old loyalists like myself turning over his operation.