exsiliumlogs | 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.

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< Perfect as far as I can tell! >

( Collette walks carefully after her, coming to a very awkward seated position once she was assured she could fit her horse butt on the ground.

If anything looked silly, a sitting horse ranked pretty high up there. Her ears swiveled back and she snorted. )

< This shouldn't take more than two minutes. >

( Demorphing started suddenly, the grotesque, illogical process. She barely catches a breath as her own self before morphing back to horse.

It turns out horses trying to stand after sitting look pretty silly, too. )

..wow, so you weren't joking about the whole 'really quick break' thing.

[She raises her eyebrow once Collette is back in her horse form, and then glances out toward the direction they'd been heading.]

You're sure you're good to go already?

( If she were her most honest, she'd say no. Not precisely. Instead; )

< Next time we break it'd be good if I eat something, but right now? I'm fine. Drat, I should have had a little water! >

[Woah, okay, hold up.]

Is it worth it for you to stop now and have some, or will it be more tiring in the long run if you shift back right after something like that?

[She understands that holding a form can be exhausting, brosis.]

( Honesty is difficult when it comes to her limitations in ways she doesn't want people to think about. But this is Mystique. Mystique who understands shape-shifting, and who wasn't going to make silly demands if she simply owned up to reality. )

< It's not worth the energy. Morphing's a little like what I imagine sprints to be like. You don't feel the effects until later, but every morph takes up a heck of a lot of energy. >

[Definitely not going to make silly demands out of her. She can sympathize, really.]

Then I'll remind you next time we stop to eat and drink something. Sound like a deal?

[Seriously, please don't collapse on her or anything. That would be ... unfortunate.]

< Deal! Ready to mount up? >

( She tosses her mane, doing her best to make a coy horsey sideways trot forward. )

Sure.

[Another sort of half-hop and she's onto her back again, smirking.]

Is this the part where I shout 'onward, fair steed'?

< Only if you want me to shout, "Neigh!" >

( She snorts, tossing her head again as she takes off at a trot. No time to waste! Especially if they had to get out to where that military base was located. All in all, they'd started out with fifty miles to cover. An hour by car on straight roads... longer on hoof, but pending luck staying on their side, it shouldn't be as bad as two people on foot. Or wing. Or paw.

Collette keeps up a mild mental chatter as they go, slowing down when she thinks there might be something stalking them, though nothing appears the first time she felt like they were being watched. It's the second time in the last hour that she pulls out of the easy-to-sit-through canter and trots with more nerves than she likes to suffer through. )

< Do you feel watched, or is that just me? >

[She's taking Collette's senses for advantage again when the horse stops, and she lets herself take in their surroundings with a furrow of her brows.]

No, I think ... you might be right.

[She sighs, glancing over to a bush not too far away from them -- it's shaking, and it is very definitely not just a small creature behind it.

This is normally the part where you'd start running, but she just tightens her hand in the horse's mane.]

Just ... don't move yet.

( Collette shifts her weight so it's evenly distributed on all four legs, ears focusing on what was moving their way through the brush. She breathes in, trying to pinpoint a scent, tensing underneath Mystique. )

< This Pony won't be turning into the Pony Express without a reason! I'm a rock until you ask me to roll. >

[She's scanning the brush as well, trying to figure out whether the noise is coming from a large animal or a small one. From the way the bush is moving ... well. She slides her hand into her pocket to fish out a small stone and puts it into her sling.]

You're going to want to get us in the opposite direction as fast as you can once this hits the ground.

[Hopefully that would at least get them a head start.]

( Collette's muscles bunch in preparation, tension singing throughout her body. This is the final countdown to a run away, which was less her general style, but a good plan considering what was lurking out here. )

< Ready. >

( And sure enough, as soon as that stone is launched and arcing down, Collette will be off with a: )

< Hi ho Silver, away! >

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