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monstertruckers ([personal profile] monstertruckers) wrote in [community profile] route666rp2025-06-07 04:39 pm

JUNE EVENT LOG




Eventually, gravity behaves normally as the Convoy reaches a new region. Rivers crisscross this area, carving paths through hills and valleys alike. The vegetation has come back in earnest, after being thinned out by the thorn scrub and ragged brush. Now green grass and flowers are thick on the hills, along with scattered trees. The weather begins to cloud over, with dour skies and rain being a constant. The moon and sun alike are often smothered by clouds, making for gloomy and moody scenery in turns.

















01: GAS STATION GALLOWS


Surprisingly, there’s another gas station so soon, right where the river bends. With sheets of rain coming down and the sky growing dark, it looks like the safest spot… At least until the Convoy comes in close. Bodies hang from the roof of the gas station, like macabre puppets on strings and nooses. They have long since turned to Husks with hints of transformations poking through. A message has been spray painted on the ground: “PURGE.” Under the message is a symbol of a sword piercing the moon, and a name: “Steel Wardens.”

The Convoy tries start the speakers, like in the grasslands… But something is wrong. Last month’s attacks took a heavy toll on the Convoy. Instead, the phones of various Drifters start playing the melody. A crackling transmission comes in:
“Sorry… Gotta ask this of you. Only way to help these poor bastards on their way. In return… Try to answer your questions-”

The radio cuts out after that. But if Drifters choose, they can send out a message after sending a Husk on their way. The radio will try to answer, though reception is still patchy and responses are short.
02: BROKEN SHIELD
As the Convoy tries to settle down for an evening, something goes wrong. The shield flickers in and out, before popping like a soap bubble. While most of the local Husks have been exorcised thanks to fellow Drifters, it’s still a tense couple of nights.

And without the shield, the effects of the moon becomes more vivid. Some nights the storm clouds help mask the moon and dampen the call… But other nights it can break through the gloom and shine harshly on the Convoy. Drifters may find themselves spending sleepless nights wandering the Convoy perimeter… Or maybe wandering out into the wilds. Where there’s still no shortage of other monsters prowling around, and waiting to pounce on any fresh meat. A few of them may even try raiding the Convoy now that the shield is down. Some Drifters may opt to form watches during the night, or try to find some form of fitful sleep. After several nights of this, the Convoy itself seems to have had enough, with how the screens flare up one morning to show a map and repeat a message:

“Scan complete. Field Generator components found nearby. Request immediate retrieval and installation.”

03: POWER PLANT APPROACH
The structure in question lays in the middle of a lake, fed by several rivers. It looks like some form of old water-fed power plant, with broken wheels still turning. Approaching the power plant is possible through either precarious and half rusted bridges (travel on foot is advised!) or through fording the water. Though that carries its own risk. (See Prompt 4: Don’t Drown.)

Approach on the bridges is a risky matter. The metal looks ready to fall apart if too much weight is placed on it. Hopefully Drifters approaching this way are light footed, or have some means of rescue if the floor breaks underneath them.

The power plant also has its own defenses in the form of floating puffer fish flying above the lake, and strange elongated diving monsters swimming the depths. The Blugu attack with needles and sleep bubbles, trying to knock any Drifters of bridges into the waters below for the Divers.
03-A: POWER PLANT EXPLORATION

The Convoy reports say that the generator is in several components that different groups of Drifters need to find in the old building. Be warned that there’s flooding in parts of the hallways, the deeper one goes. And the water might still very well have some weird, transformative properties! If it doesn’t, there are still partially submerged hallways that reflect Drifters anxieties, regrets, and insecurities back on them. But with searching, Drifters can find generator components in the following rooms:
Boiler Room, where an old machine still shoots out super hot steam that can easily burn and scald.
Bone Room, which clearly isn’t part of the old workings, but something has co-opted this room and turned it into a collection of bones. Bones from monsters, metal bones from husks… All of them carrying sharp edges.
Cold Room, where repeated Moon Warps have turned this room into a freezer. At least the component isn’t damaged, and just needs to be chipped out of the ice?
Electric Room, which has gone a bit haywire, with stray bolts of electricity criss-crossing the room. The component lays in the center, but to reach it the electricity must be dodged or redirected.
03-B: POWER PLANT INSTALLATION
Jars:There is one more room taking up a chunk of the ruins. It is filled with jars that reach from floor to ceiling… And those jars have people in them. Or the remains of people. They’re overgrown by vines and plantlife, turned to Husks, and their heads are broken and cut open. Drifters likely have a good guess on where those brain monsters from last month came from.

Next to the jars is a monitor with a brief message: “Contact lost with----. Engaging emergency sleep procedures. We may never wake, but we need to try.” There’s a handful of people still intact in their jars… But getting too close to them trips an alarm system. Chromehounds, lasers, the works all turn on to try and drive Drifters away from the room!

Installation:Thankfully, returning to the Convoy and installing the generator pieces is easy enough. They fit together easily, almost magnetically. Anyone with a degree of tech savviness can aid in the effort, and a compartment in the Convoy opens up to help install the generator.

After this, the shield finally hums to life, and nights become a lot more peaceful.
04: DON'T DROWN
There’s a river that snakes through the landscape. It turns blood red during sunsets, glows with starlight at night, and is an almost hypnotic blue during the day. Once or twice, the Convoy crosses over it on long bridges. And it eventually empties into a massive lake with the abandoned powerplant in the center.

If someone chooses to ford the river or take a dip in it, something more unnerving happens. The waters go still and reflect the Drifter, no matter how much splashing is done. The deeper anyone goes, the more the reflection grows; most of the time, the reflection is some aspect a Drifter would sooner keep hidden. The river might even replay an image of something they regret.

If a Drifter gets up to their chest in the water, their reflection snaps into a monstrous form, and something pulls them underwater. When they emerge they are completely changed. This effect lasts the entire month before wearing off in dryer climates: the only way to cut it short is to take Salve from the thorn scrub, or gamble with the hospital medicines.


05: MONSTER SHIFT, MERFOLK
The waters of this area have one last twist; submerging imparts Merfolk traits. On top of all Merfolk traits the following is also available this month:
+Double Drowning: Merfolk with the compulsion to drown other creatures can find some very tempting targets along the river banks; horse-like creatures lingering near the waters. But upon contact with the creatures, it becomes clear that not only are they life-like machines, they rapidly disassemble into weighted nets. Or they just explode into shrapnel; either option can spell trouble for the Merfolk!
+Current Thrall: whenever the sun sets, the river currents change to something more chaotic and twisted, uncertain which way to flow. This lasts until moonrise, when they settle on flowing the opposite way. But it will be up to Merfolk to shape water or survive the twisting currents until then.
+Illuminating Light: Bioluminescence can light up the bottom of lakes and rivers, revealing the remains of Husks and almost prophetic writing carved into stone.
+Not So Dry Land: Merfolk pulled onto dry land can shape water into containers and spheres to keep them hydrated… And with some focus and practice, even give themselves a way to surf across land!
+Bigger Fish: The lakes and rivers hold their share of monsters besides the Merfolk. Some, like Mizutsune and packs of Forneus and Divers, see Merfolk as viable prey, and appetizing to boot.
06: DROWNED SONG
The power plant shifts the further it sinks into the depths. Waters flood the lower levels, and transform the structure; industrial concrete and tunnels are replaced by ornate columns and a spacious ball room, along with an opulent stage.

And almost all of it is submerged in transforming waters. Only merfolk (or those sharing a Merfolk’s kiss) have a chance of surviving this area. Flood waters can easily sweep Drifters down into the depths. There’s even stray rivers that feed into the underwater opera from the outside.

A silent leviathan traces through the ruins, serpentine and whale like. It has no interest in the Drifters unless they float too close to its mouth and appear as snacks… But its wake generates strange whirlpools that can bash and bruise, and keeps everyone trapped in the opera house. Bubbles rise up from the floor or swirl in the whirlpools, and provide flashes of vision: a finned priestess meditating on the moon and then sinking into the depths. Said bubbles also release soft melodies of song; beware of potentially singing along, which can draw attention from the drowned machines.
06-A: SONIC CRY
An array of ornate dish shaped machines catch all sound and magnify it… And track the leviathan as it moves through the opera house, always angled on the monster. As the machines collect more sound, they echo it back in damaging soundwaves that sound like a requiem or a dirge.

The sound in turn is distorted into words that match the bubble visions:
Offer your songs and voice to the moon… She can transform them into power, greater than anything the Wardens could ever give. Even as the old audience fears you, the moon will always listenSuch monsters are a poison. To the water. The land. The very air. They are a blight upon our world that pollute everything. We will always find new and better ways to cull, as long as they come back.

Anything caught up in those sound waves can feel pressure and pain in their bodies, but that’s just a side effect of the crossfire. The machines are focused on the leviathan, and bringing it down now that they have ammunition. It’s all enough to seriously damage or outright kill the leviathan depending on how much noise Drifters make, or how much song is pulled out of them by the currents and the bubbles.
MICRO ENCOUNTERS:

PLEASE NOTE! These are small bits of set dressing for players to include in threads if they wish, rather than full fledged prompts or events. You may handwave your exploration of these areas, or thread them out.

Boat Salvage: There’s a large amount of abandoned boats on the river, some beached and some drifting free in the rivers. It’s possible to salvage equipment or supplies from them… Just make sure you know how to swim, in case you fall overboard.

Gone Fishing Part 2: Much like the marshes in the forests, there’s spots for fishing here as well! Please remain careful with submerging in the water, as the transformed fish are still willing to bite back.

Flooding: One aspect of the river lands, especially with the waters and rains, is the roads flooding over. Some can be crossed with risk, others require routing around. Or a bit of creative bridge building.

Rain: Storms are a constant in the river lands, ranging between fog and mist, to complete downpours, and thunderstorms! It can make for somber moods, with occasional breaks of sunlight or moonlight.


NAVIGATION












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[personal profile] definitionofcrazy 2025-06-14 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Faith has been trying to avoid the husks as much as possible- they creep her the hell out- but she's still close enough to see Akechi's reaction to the hanging corpses, and she stops herself.

She'd heard of a few people trying it in prison, and apparently a Potential Slayer had gone out that way before Faith showed up, but it was definitely different to see it. At first, she assumes she's reacting to exactly what Akechi's reacting to.]


I hear ya. C'mon, we should keep moving.

[Because it sounds like lingering wouldn't be doing him any favors.]
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[personal profile] purplexing 2025-06-14 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Suck it up. Leo took a quill to the leg and he's fine! Never mind that Leo may not be the best baseline to go by but as a sibling it's basically a rule to never admit any weakness. But it still huuuuuurts...

Donnie sucks in a breath, nodding as he prepares himself to move. The back of his shoulder still aches but he can still move his wings, so he's pretty positive that nothing is broken. He swipes the tears from his eyes, glaring past the portal.

"Drop it," he says to Leo, his own ninpō sparking as it starts to form a myriad of glowing purple missiles at either side of them.
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Gone Fishing!

[personal profile] definitionofcrazy 2025-06-14 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Faith gives the fishing pole a sidelong glance, her mouth twisting into an amused half-smile.]

What, like with the floppy hat and a cooler full of Miller Light? Not really my speed.

[Although, pause.]

You think there's actually any fish?

[Because she'd be more comfortable with eating fish than with eating probably-formerly-human monsters... and she might have an idea that's more her style.]
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[personal profile] faceguy 2025-06-14 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Leo does as he’s told without question. He trusts that Donnie is ready, if he’s telling Leo to drop it.

He may have gotten hurt, but he’s jumping back in there. Leo is proud of him, even if he feels a little worried, too.

But as a sibling he also can’t show too much concern or Donnie might think Leo thinks he’s fragile. So he drops the portal and ducks out of the way to let Donnie do his thing.
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[personal profile] androidvictoriam 2025-06-14 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it is hard to argue with science. Though Danse would dispute this. For a lot of reasons.

"Oh, now it's 'boss,' is it?" The poker-face-and-sunglasses combo does its job of leaving him completely oblivious about where Deacon's gaze is directed, and he follows along without complaint, grimacing a bit at the cold slimy floor under his bare feet. Next time he swims anywhere in this miserable rainy hellhole, he'll have to pack some kind of footwear and some real pants, even if he doesn't have anything waterproof to carry them in. Nearly anything would be better than this. Live and learn, he supposes.

At the fork, he pauses. The decision, he realizes, comes down to which of them is presently better-suited to what. The scaffolding shouldn't be too difficult to navigate for the guy wearing actual shoes, whereas Danse will probably get to learn firsthand whether or not synths are immune to tetanus. The downward path will leave Deacon waterlogged all over again and struggling to keep up with the swim, and it'll mean another twenty-minute delay if Danse finds himself needing to walk again.

Still, it seems the clear choice, for safety's sake and for the sake of being likelier to lead somewhere promising. Danse jerks his head in that direction, already shrugging off the vest again because he can't stand the reek or the mildewy wet weight of it.

"Unless you have some strong feelings about climbing up that rickety thing, I suggest we head this way. I hope whatever's letting you breathe holds out."
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[personal profile] purplexing 2025-06-14 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
It might be a bit overkill considering how many missiles there are in comparison to the number of blugus. Maybe it's not the best way to cope with things, going from upset and hurt to angry but crying about things isn't going to help anyone or clear up their current problems.

The fish don't know what hit them, clearly not expecting such a retaliation, just when they seem to have finally realized their own quills were being turned against them. The bright missiles fly forth and hit their targets easily, light flaring with each impact. A few fried fish bodies tumble to the waters below, but some seem to dissolve in the air, prompting both the turtle boys' sigils on their arms to glow.
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[personal profile] wereperrito 2025-06-14 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
"My little sister," Jack says, looking a little sad. "She would be much older now. This is just how I remember her. Apparently the river is showing us things from our past." Things he, at least, regrets. Hopefully it doesn't decide to show him on a rampage in werewolf form at some point, too.
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[personal profile] faceguy 2025-06-14 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
Leo can’t help it; when the fish dissolve, he closes his eyes and revels in the influx of energy to his sigil. The wound on his leg healing is a balm, of course, but it’s more than that: their life energy flowing into Leo calms that weird bite of hunger he can’t seem to rid himself of these days, no matter how much normal food he eats.

He wants more. He wants more, he wants more, he wants-

He shakes his head to snap himself out of it. Now is not the time - and anyway, he’s worried that whatever was happening to him when the moon was full might start happening now, if he loses himself to it. And it would be terrible right now if he has to worry about his touch hurting someone. Especially Donnie.

Speaking of! Now that they aren’t being assaulted by quills, he hops to his feet, reaching for Donnie’s hand to help him up.

“Let’s get inside before more come.”
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[personal profile] wereperrito 2025-06-14 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
Jack also says, "Sorry. But even just a 'look out' would help." Jack admittedly hadn't realized Levi was so close. Or that he was so close to the husk, ugh. "I thought you had to touch them to make them explode like that. I'm sure I didn't touch it..." Did he? Is there a foot or tentacle piece somewhere he brushed against?
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Re: III

[personal profile] wereperrito 2025-06-14 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
"SecUnit," the unfamiliar fox says in Jack's voice, sounding relieved. His fur is the same blue-gray as his hair and fox tails, in human form, and he has the five fox tails and one snake tail-- though it's impossible to tell his eye color given they glow with phantom fire. Still, it's pretty likely it's actually Jack. "Thank you. May I come in? I will, er, need to shake off. Or find a towel to roll around in."
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Re: 2; fishing!

[personal profile] wereperrito 2025-06-14 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
Jack cocks an ear in his direction as he approaches, then glances aside at him and smiles. "Hello, Heat. Interested in some mutant fish? I am going to fry them up later, but I can save one for you if you would rather have it cooked another way." Yes, he is going to insist on cooking it at least a little, maybe with some lemon-ish juice (it looks more like an orange, but the juice is very lemon-y).
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Re: IV

[personal profile] wereperrito 2025-06-14 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Jack's nose twitches at the seared-hair scent, and he glances aside, then does a little double-take at the man creating his own light source. "Ah-- no, not really. Are you all right...?" Look, he has to ask, just in case, even if Stein looks well enough. Aside from being on fire.

Then again, he also looks well enough, aside from having six tails and fox ears.
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Re: 4

[personal profile] wereperrito 2025-06-14 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I am admittedly trying very hard not to have to go for a swim," Jack says, a little apologetically. "I have seen what John and Serph turned into, and I would prefer not to add to the tentacles. So... I may have to go around," he sighs.
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[personal profile] purplexing 2025-06-14 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
It's...weird, but Donnie's not complaining when the ache behind him subsides. He hadn't really felt hungry but as someone who tends to forget meals depending on how focused on a project he is, suddenly feeling satisfied in that department is just something he notices after the fact.

He blinks, looking up at Leo before nodding as he takes Leo's hand, half expecting some remnant twinges from the earlier collision, but they seem to have faded as well.

"No arguments there," he nods, giving his brother a rueful grin.
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[personal profile] iron_stomach 2025-06-14 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's taken with the caution of someone who's never seen a kabob before.

Cooked meat is still such an unwelcome idea that it alone makes him balk, nose wrinkled. The rest.. well, while Vincent really isn't the sort as far as he can tell to try poisoning everyone, if anyone's going to try to be poisoned, Heat's a good choice. There wasn't much that'd actually kill him if he ate it.

There's just one problem really. When he takes a careful bite, the end of the stick goes with it, and the crunch of splintering wood is apparently not even REMOTELY a deterrent.]
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[personal profile] faceguy 2025-06-14 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Donnie’s moving easily, and Leo grins in relief before guiding them to the nearest hatch into the power plant.

Inside are dark, dank tunnels full of water. At least this is familiar scenery.

Leo stops once the door is closed, turning back to Donnie again.

“How are we feelin’?” he asks, trying to sound nonchalant while making sure Donnie is not still hurting.
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[personal profile] winparadise 2025-06-14 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
i. POWER PLANT EXPLORATION - HALLWAYS
[It's not that Knives is any more enthused about helping the Convoy than he's been since the beginning. If he had the luxury of choice, he'd prefer they forgo the shield altogether to progress at speed, and anyone who gets taken down by monsters is a sacrifice he's willing to make. That said, even he realises the practicalities the shield provides for some short-term delays, so he finds himself wading through submerged hallways. Ignoring the whispers he can hear down the hallway -- the dark-haired woman in white he sees, sometimes, reflected in the water, watching him in silence. Finally, he snaps at her.]

Are you going to hound me everywhere?

[She doesn't reply, only smiles at him sadly, and he strikes the surface of the water to scatter her image into countless ripples.]


ii. POWER PLANT INSTALLATION - CLOSED cw: graphic murder, violence
[Later in the search through the ruins, the room that Knives finds makes him stop dead in his tracks. Floor-to-ceiling jars full of humans, and to those who might have seen it, eerily reminiscent of his dream. Here, though, his eyes are drawn to the Husks, heads cut open and brains missing, then to the still-intact humans. The message flickering on the monitor: Engaging emergency sleep procedures. We may never wake, but we need to try.

His expression darkens, and he immediately has other ideas: to keep the handful still intact now is to invite more trouble later. His bladed appendages emerge from his back, smashing through the glass to kill one of the humans, piercing through their brains, their hearts, their lungs, any vital organ that could reanimate them into something else. Even when the alarm sounds and the laser defence system kicks in, beats of his angelic wings has him nimbly avoid getting hit, so he can continue the clinical effort of destroying the contents of each jar one by one.]



iii. MONSTER SHIFT - MERFOLK cw: drowning compulsion
[It's sometime later as dusk sets in, after the pitched battle and emerging from the ruins, that Knives opts to take a dip in the river to rinse off the blood from the battle. He's able to hear the local plants, now, which had offered cryptic warnings about the water, but even a cautious dip to his waist is enough for something to snatch him under. He can't drown -- his kind is made to survive in water -- but all the same, he resists the force trying to drag him into the murky depths, thrashing and lashing out with his blades until it lets go.

When he swims to the surface, though, his legs have been replaced something else entirely. His wings are absent too, shed away with the current as if they'd never been. He hauls himself onto the shore, staring in disbelief at the rapidity of his transformation. There's an urge, too, at the back of his mind, like a persistent itch, that it shouldn't just be him, that he should drag in others too, hold them under the waves until--]


--If you have any sense, you'll keep your distance. [He says icily when he realises someone is watching him nearby, sinking back into the water to better hide his form.] Unless you wish to join me.


iv. WILDCARD
[Write your own starter! Note the second prompt is a player plot approved by the mods so I'm keeping it to closed threads, but if you'd like in on it, feel free to hit me up at [plurk.com profile] moonsilver or on my ooc plotting over here! Otherwise, feel free to write your own threads where Knives has tripped the alarm system and aggroed chromehounds, Husk monsters etc. for your characters to deal with.]
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[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-06-14 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Levi catches a glimpse of something odd as he dives back under the water but he doesn't stop to look at whatever it was. He knows the water is being weird and sinister.

He heads through the door and around to the corner before looking back to make sure Donnie's coming.
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[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-06-14 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I mostly look for ammunition, but really anything useful. Even if I can't use it somebody's bound to. ...or clothes that I think will fit me, I guess.

[He does keep needing to replace things that are torn up by whatever the new transformation of the month is.]
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[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-06-14 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Old habits? That was kind of sinister but he's not going to ask. Whatever Vincent is or did in his world doesn't really matter to Levi here. "O...okay. I won't tell anyone, b-but..."

He hesitates for a bit, suddenly shy as he shifts the conversation. "Why isn't there any blood?"
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[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-06-14 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Danse might have. The sirs and ma'ams were so ingrained it takes him conscious effort not to use them.]

I am, sir. I only have so much rifle ammunition but I have other weapons if we need them.

[Levi does agree that the heightened senses are very useful...most of the time.]
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[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-06-14 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
...yeah.

[It sounds like another war, though, and he's not so eager to be drawn into another one so soon. But if that was the case he already had been just by being and and...whatever he was turning into.]

I've been keeping an eye out for signs of them. I don't think anything gives us a hint of where they're holed up.
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[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-06-14 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Math camp?" It probably wasn't important. "You in charge of deciding how many points mean you get a prize too or did someone make a list somewhere?"

He is obviously not taking this seriously, but its sorta interesting to see where this guy is going with this.
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[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-06-14 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[He looks between SecUnit and the reflection as the other nears. The weird picture was definitely following its movements but he's not sure what that means. Is there something in the water or is...well, he'd seen mud and trenches around his.]

U-uh...s-sorry. I-I shouldn't, um, stare or I-I don't know what any of this is.
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[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-06-14 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay." He may shout the same time as he fires but hopefully his mouth will move fast enough to get something out before he's got a good shot on the creatures.

"No, sometimes just if you get close...I don't think its uniform. I brushed up against one once and it didn't break, but sometimes it seems like I get within arms length and am looking at it that's all it takes." Stupid monsters. Why couldn't they be consistent.

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