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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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B: Shields Down (convoy)

[personal profile] bufudine 2025-06-11 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
Serph's always about at night; his demon needs to be fed after all. But with the shields down and Drifters on patrol it's harder to go unseen, especially now that his hair and eyes glow, practically a beacon in the darkness.

He initially doesn't think anything of it when he sees a cloaked figure passing him in the darkness. But the gleam of exposed bone and a familiar turtle's gaunt features catches his eye. A sudden reminder of what Jayce had looked like before his 'death' has him pausing before turning to approach, all six of his wings tucked in close at his back.

"...Are you alright?"
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04/Boat Salvage

[personal profile] bufudine 2025-06-11 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: I'm fine with the cws for child solders, war and death.]

Serph is looking for salvage amongst the boats when he spots Levi. Even though he's more than capable of swimming, boats are an entirely new experience. A novelty even. The way they rock unsteadily if weight isn't properly distributed is oddly fascinating to observe.

Getting his wings wet will be inconvenient, but it's not the worst thing.

Without hesitation, Serph calls, "Allow me to help," before wading in after Levi.
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[personal profile] androidvictoriam 2025-06-11 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Danse is accustomed to the quiet, on the few occasions he's had reason to go anywhere with SecUnit. It's hard for him to tell in this case whether it's been ignoring the reflection pointedly, or just not acknowledging it in the way it doesn't acknowledge much about Danse's presence either, so he doesn't automatically assume the vision is as unwelcome as anything he's seen in the river for his own part.

It's not that he usually feels the need to fill a silence, either, though next to SecUnit, he always does feel downright obnoxiously chatty and sociable. He would have been content to let the reflection go without comment if not for that particular curiosity--though as more begins to happen in the surface of the water, he watches more closely, taken aback by the suddenness and unexpectedness of the violence.

Were it not for the visibly damaged organic tissue, it might feel more like watching earlier-model Institute synths turn on each other, except that he's never seen that happen and doesn't think it's possible. They're not capable of independent thought, after all, not like the Gen 3s. The kill itself wouldn't faze him when he's seen and done things just as brutal himself on the battlefield, but he doesn't have a clue where that all took place, or why. The blood is a sticking point; he does best when he can pretend there's as little overlap as possible between whatever SecUnit is and whatever he is. ]


Clearly not by much. [ After a moment, because he does sometimes get answers to things when he pushes-- ] What happened there?
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II. Don't Drown

[personal profile] bufudine 2025-06-11 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
It's the shriek that immediately draws Serph's attention, sprinting over to Jolie in case of attack. The moment it becomes clear that she's not under attack, Serph fearlessly enters the river after her, prepared for whatever changes that may come; after gaining his wings, (temporarily) losing his legs entirely, and his own violent first transformation into his demon, any other transformative possibility seems minor in comparison.

Fortunately while he isn't completely submerged his face still remains recognisable, his wings dragging miserably behind him as he swims towards Jolie. The feathers on his arms change to scales and bone-white carapace thickens over his forearms, the same happening to his legs, itching horribly throughout the process.

He ignores it.

"Jolie," he calls to her, his voice as calm and even as ever. "Put your hands to your neck. Keep them pressed tight on your skin. Breathe."
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Broken Shield // Night Shift

[personal profile] bufudine 2025-06-11 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
Serph is normally up and about during the night; he has to hunt to feed his demon. But with the shields down, Drifters keeping more vigilant watch, as well as the arrival of old comrades, that routine has changed.

Still, Serph's mighty easy to spot; with six feathered wings and sporting glowing hair and eyes, he's an obvious silhouette during daylight hours and a beacon at night. A grey cloak with an orange cross drapes over his front and right shoulder, a handgun holstered at his belt. Serph knows better than to approach someone with a gun from behind, instead coming from the flank with full visibility.

Especially when the Drifter nails a distant monster handily with it.

...Yeah, it's a good thing Serph decided not to hunt at night; his demon might look indistinguishable from these monsters to someone who doesn't know him.

He calls up to the Drifter he's seen but not yet met, "Are the points based on distance, accuracy, or target type?"
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[personal profile] bufudine 2025-06-11 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
[...Yeah Serph's hungry. When isn't he?

He does recognise the action for what it is, though. Even if the people here don't necessarily belong to the Embryon, feeding their allies keeps their strength up. It's a nice and thoughtful gesture, and overall a good sign in Serph's opinion.

Serph sets himself down beside Heat and the cooking meat, watching the crackling flames, firelight dancing across his borrowed clock. Even if Serph's own preference for meat is to be as raw as possible, he'll still try some.]


We can ice some for later.
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[personal profile] androidvictoriam 2025-06-11 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
With slightly more of a filter on Deacon's part, this would have elicited nothing more than a boring and mildly annoyed lecture about how nobody asks for these weird mutations (even if Danse had fairly deliberately brought these ones on himself, because it seemed to be making other people more efficient, and because he was tired of making his whole truck smell like wet dog in the rain) and how they'll happen to him too whether he wants them to or not, so on and so forth, all conducted while getting out of the middle of the lake to someplace safer.

But this does not happen, because the characterization of anything about his usual self as good boy is making Danse turn salmon-pink all the way down to his scales and his eyes flash as bright and robotically yellow as any Gen 2 in existence, equal parts mortified and offended and also warm enough to heat the surrounding water by half a degree. The pat to his shoulder does not help. At all.

He lets go of Deacon with a motion that he will deny counts as a shove, but is definitely more of a shove than it would have been before Deacon said any of that, and dives back below the surface, because he can. There must be another entrance to the plant somewhere, and he wants to find it, and Deacon can get himself eaten by a lurking eel or something.

After a moment, though, when he grudgingly considers the kind of threats this place might hold, and the fact that neither of them now has a gun that isn't soaked, he sighs in a frustrated stream of bubbles and pops back up a short distance away.

"I'm assuming you're here about the generator too. If you can watch your mouth, which I recognize is a tall order for you, we'd be more effective about it together than separately."
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[personal profile] iron_stomach 2025-06-11 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Raw is good. Raw is very good, ideally still hot and fresh, but he also rather liked it charred on the outside but still raw on the inside, the crunch and crispiness also excellent. That other people did NOT was ... strange, but hey if he didn't have to eat it when it was so overcooked it looked like soft, pink unrecognizable nothingness, then that's fine.

The bits with added vegetables someone else brought have yet to be touched and probably won't be, but it's an interesting smell.

Of all that have been lured in by either the scent of death or the smell of cooking meat, Serph's the only one so far he actually recognizes, and is spared the difficult and annoying task of trying to guess whether or not he's an ally; he doesn't bother to get up, and seems a bit satisfied that Serph's still wearing the cloak.]


Think there'll be extra? That's only enough for three or four.

[...Not if they don't have a demon's appetite, and he's still a bit mystified that neither vampire seemed overly interested in eating.]

.... There's still an inside bit or two, probably. I didn't eat them all.
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[personal profile] serialmurderbot 2025-06-11 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[It doesn't have to answer his questions, it reminds itself that as it feels a thrill of irritation at Danse's comment, and maybe a touch of defensiveness. The armor was shit compared to a lot of fancy powered armor, but it still really misses having armor. The masks Jack made are good but it misses being able to avoid eye contact more easily. It has to actually physically turn away from the reflection and from Danse to accomplish that now, which means its back is open.

It doesn't have to answer the question, but it's mad about the fight the river is showing off, and it's mad about how Danse seems to take his obvious discomfort with what it is (it saw that blood spatter get a reaction) in the form of probing it about what it can do.

So fine. Danse wants to know what it's capable of? (In the reflection, the fight is finished off, as the winning SecUnit reaches up to snap the neck of the loser.)]


That SecUnit was ordered to kill thirty people via a command override module inserted to subvert its governor module and turn it into a gun puppet. [Technically there were up to five of them accomplishing that goal, but the important part is this:]

It tried to do the same thing to me.
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[personal profile] refusefate 2025-06-11 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
“Are you one of the previous Convoys?”
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[personal profile] serialmurderbot 2025-06-11 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, it's so unimpressed by that. It amends,] Those are embarrassing. Stupid is putting yourself into danger on purpose expecting not to die to it.

[Yes, there's a difference, as far as it's concerned. But maybe that's just because it's dealt with a truly impressive number of stupid, reckless humans.

The jab about paranoia doesn't go unnoticed, but it's been told by multiple people that it's intensely paranoid. But hey, paranoia has its merits. Paranoia has kept it alive this long. So it does give the offer some consideration. Threat assessment is in the mid-thirties, so...]


How much ammunition do you have?
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[personal profile] refusefate 2025-06-11 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
It is.

[Maybe SecUnit has seen him in passing, patrolling just as many nights. His gaze is fixed in the same direction.

There is an odd feeling about this storm. But he has a sinking suspicion it is related to his changes. He has started to feel drawn to storms.]


Perfect time for an ambush. At least we could turn Steel Wardens against Monsters if they both hit us at the same time.
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III. B

[personal profile] refusefate 2025-06-11 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
“I don’t but I’m quick. If I get hit I’ll self repair.” He says as he studies the criss crossing electricity. He could dash past the first arcs.

“Looks like an interval of two, two, three, one, two.” He hasn’t seen a change in the pattern since it started. “Or we could try redirecting it. Either way, best I be our retrieval service.” He will take damage but the electricity can’t overload him. He was built to withstand many things.
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Don’t Drown

[personal profile] refusefate 2025-06-11 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[His reflection looks at him with eyes gone violet, blood splashed on the side of his face. There is a serenity and confidence there that he doesn’t like. He breaks it up and leans back. He had come to have a moment of quiet.

It hasn’t worked out. He glances at the water again. Oil, damage. A haunted look in his eyes as he holds- he moves out of range.]
I love this place.

[Sarcasm drips from his voice.] The light is fine back here. I really have to wonder what this world was like when life was good. If they dealt with this…
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A.

[personal profile] refusefate 2025-06-11 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Take a minute, then let’s cut them down. One at a time.

[Akechi has seen enough of his memories that the expression on his face might be familiar. Regular Zero isn’t here. This is S Class Maverick Hunter Zero’s professional mode. This is a situation that requires his expertise.

He pulls his saber out and leaps, catching the edge of the gas station and swinging up onto the roof. He looks at him, waiting.]
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[personal profile] serialmurderbot 2025-06-11 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[It helps that it's a request, not an order, so theoretically it could decline, which is a large part of why it decides to say yes. Even if moving bodies is really grim, though not as gross as it could have been if they weren't husks.

Also it's maybe started getting the idea that Blake isn't just a still-technically-a-kid determined to be seen as an adult the way Amena was. Between the weapon and the way she's handling the bodies, she reminds it a bit more of the mining contract humans than the Preservation kids. (Her reaction to the biting thing, on the other hand, makes it think she's not used to hurting people, so it's not a perfect evaluation).]


You should leave the writing.

[The warning from the Steel Wardens, it means, as it hefts up one of the Husks. It doesn't haul the still form over its shoulder, but carries it in its arms, the same way it would a person it didn't need to rescue in a hurry.]
serialmurderbot: (huh what)

[personal profile] serialmurderbot 2025-06-11 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's not that SecUnit didn't expect anyone to show up despite it having sent the radio message as a warning. It's just that maybe it didn't expect Akechi specifically to be the one to do so. The impression left by fighting together hasn't exactly gone away.

It eyes him and the phone, even though it's already shoving up its sleeves to reveal the weapon ports hidden there.]


One at a time.
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[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-06-11 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
One of his ears tilts towards Serph as the other approaches but he doesn't look over until he speaks. "Oh, t-thanks. Y-you don't have to but it would probably help," he says with a smile.
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Edward Courtenay | Downton Abbey | Swarm

[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-06-11 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't Drown

[Edward is the potent combination of bored, frustrated, and terrified. The frustration bubbles up from wanting to help, but being unable to do so, which leads to the boredom of being left behind and feeling useless. The terror is easier to trace; things are changing all around them, and Edward usually has no idea what, exactly, is happening. He's not foolish or selfish enough to expect anyone to linger around and explain it to him, so he's spent long hours near the convoy, hoping whatever magic surrounds it will keep him safe, or at least a less likely choice for any attacking beasts.]

[He feels the convoy go over bridges, and can smell the water, though. At one point, when they stop, he ventures out to the water's edge and crouches to touch it with his fingertips.]

[It feels cool and silky, like the lazy river that wound through his family's property back home. It conjures memories of swimming, and before he knows it, Edward has removed his boots and slipped into the water.]

[He wades out until he's waist deep, trailing his hands over the water's surface. Unbeknown to him, the water all around him is flickering with scenes from his life, from the war: the tortured battlegrounds, mud and barbed wire as far as the eye can see; the air thick with bullets and shells; long hours spent staring at walls made of earth. There are other images there too, mostly colours, never quite taking shape: the figure of a faceless man, the only parts of him well-defined being his hands and arms; a faceless woman, shifting and morphing with only her hands solidifying; a second man, with no shape to him at all but the harsh, barking yellow of his voice. They surround Edward, swirling around him as he stands and turns his face towards the sky.
]

Illuminating Light

[Edward has changed, transformed by the waters into something else. He doesn't question it; everything about this world feels like a dream, so he follows the dream logic of it all and accepts the sleek tail where his legs used to be. It's better, under the water; he's quickly learning that the water is full of images, if he simply clicks or makes keening sounds in the back of his throat.]

[He can also hold his breath for what feels like eternity, and dives down to the bottom of the lake to linger in the shadows. Once he's down there, though, he finds the carvings and traces them with his fingers, trying to memorise them so he can draw them back on the surface.
]

Rain

[The constant downpour and squalling has Edward in a foul mood as he hangs out near the convoy. He stays close to a bonfire, shivering and miserable under a damp blanket.]

Is anyone organising sandbag teams? We should be thinking about that in case it floods.
bufudine: (hey. a naked girl :|)

[personal profile] bufudine 2025-06-11 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Serph hasn't been too keen on vegetables either and he doesn't have much fondness for sweets either. But nothing is truly is as disgusting to him as the bland basic porridge that the Convoy provides.]

Most people don't eat as much as demons.

[At the implied offer, Serph stands to inspect the monster corpse, sweeping the cloak aside so it doesn't get bloodied (much) when he reaches in to pull out an organ (it looks like a liver). But it's impossible to not be messy when he bites into it on the way back to his spot next to Heat, especially when he has feathers on his forearms. Human teeth don't tear through flesh as easily as his demon's, but they're still plenty effective on soft innards.]

If you're going to cook for them, you could learn from Jack. He's not human, but he knows plenty.
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[personal profile] hexrot 2025-06-11 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Who made the runes?"
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[personal profile] purplexing 2025-06-11 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd rather avoid anyone getting hit at all," Donnie says as he lowers his goggles again, this time to scan the power surges as they arc across the room. "But I'm not disagreeing about you being the better option for retrieval." Aside from being what he is, Zero's pretty fast from what he's seen. While Donnie can be fast, he has wings that can get in the way, and the room isn't big enough for some fancy flying.

"Unfortunately I don't think my mystic tech will effectively be able to redirect electricity. We could probably find something to redirect it, but there's also the chance that it would just throw off the pattern and make things more erratic to anticipate."

He glances at Zero, pausing a moment because oh- he really is an android of some kind- before turning his goggled vision back towards the electricity.

"So maybe it's better we do it while minding the current pattern. I'll monitor for any potential surges, but I've got the pattern down, and I can see the build up before each one, so if anything changes, I can let you know."
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Broken Shield

[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-06-11 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
The dog eared, dog nosed boy with the rifle on his back watches Deacon take a few shots before speaking up.

"Good idea. How do you decide what's worth how many points?"
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iii

[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-06-11 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Levi's ears look different today, more horse-like than dog-like. His legs are hooved (and finned) to go along with them. One ear flicks as he looks up to see Arcade pull himself up.]

Oh, n-no, that's okay. We can split what we find.

[Levi mostly donates his finds to the convoy anyway.]
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III a

[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-06-11 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"I...guess. I haven't been in very many sewers...thulis place smells a lot better, too." Which is especially nice given his stronger sense of smell here.

Levi's ears are more horse like today, and after taking a few steps into the water his hooved legs merge into a fish tail. (He only stumbles a litte bit!)

He pauses and looks to Don. "Do you want me to look ahead and see if there's another way?"

He hasn't quite noticed the reflections either.

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