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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.
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[personal profile] caligulas_aquarium 2012-11-06 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Thankfully, his reactions are a lot better than would normally be expected of some regular person his age; he descends sharply to the right in order to avoid the snare aiming for his throat, though naturally descending means being put into a position closer to those grounded below.]

Hope? [A scoff, and the corner of his lips rise into a sneer.] The only one makin' those sorta decrees ower hope around here is me.

[Towards Arthas this time he directs his wrath, the blazing streaks of white light burning from his arm and weapon surrounding him once more as opens fire on him, another onslaught of white flames, yet as opposed to the more compact yet concentrated bolts of white lightning before, he goes full force and fires off something more akin to this. In fact, chances are a lot of the surrounding environment and anything else stupid enough to be caught in the line of fire is going to suffer as well, although what sort of effect it has on Arthas himself...Eridan doesn't really know. He doesn't know how powerful he is after all.]