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[Intro Log #01] Enjoy your new vacation home
| INTRO LOG #01 |
The Crash  You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash. You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable. Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go. With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry. [Mod Note: In case you missed the testdrive, this is your chance to play out your arrival or any other intro CR] Traversing the Forest  Hopefully you took the time to set up your small ear piece. Once inserted into the ear, the device will prompt you for your name. Once spoken, the device in your ear will be given its own address and all someone has to do is tap the button on their ear piece, speak "private to" then their friend's name, and it will open a private channel to the comm device coded with that name. Open radio signals can be sent by simply tapping the button and speaking. Once you reach the city gates, you will find a mass of corpses piled against the closed gates. These corpses will stir when they catch the scent of the survivors or hear their approach. You may want to take care of the dormant infected before they fully regain awareness. Or, you know, trip the closest person to you and run like hell. Maybe they'll be too distracted chewing on your former friend to follow... Once inside the city, you'll meet its only surviving occupant. He's a bit unique and a bit... well... he's unique. ⨷ TK Baha's Warm Welcome  ⨷[TALK] "Smells like livin' folk. Yer just lucky I got no munitions left." "Naw, ain't seen nothin' worth shootin' in a long time. Heehee! Ohhh-hoo boy, you lot've seen better days. Well, come on over here and git that gate shut before somethin' with an appetite thinks we're open for business." TK smiled and laughed again, beckoning the shipwrecked survivors to come closer. "Let's see. First things first, you lot gotta have somewhere to stay. Hotel's open an' prices 're cheaper than ever! Forgive the staff, they ain't too lively, though if you know what I mean. Heeheehee! You get it, right? 'cause they're all dead. Make yerselves at home. You're gonna be here a while." TK pulls out an old, worn, folded pamphlet and holds it out. There are plenty to go around. "This here's a tourist's guide ta everythin' ya need to know. Or, well, kinda some of it. Anyway, it's useful. Take it. The name's TK Baha and I been around these parts a while. Anything you need, you let me know, okay?" "You got a good set a' legs, right? See, I gotta ask you a favour. I ain't been keeping up with things. Gonna need you to find me a power cell for this here transceiver. Think I stashed the last one at the hotel reception desk. Or was it the minimart? The fuel station? Anyway, you get me that and I'll get this here piece of scrap workin' again." |
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Eric Dufosset | will match format
[Eric made short work of getting through the forest which was the last time he felt vaguely at home- mostly because the moment he actually found his way to the city gates death hung heavy in the air around him. He could feel spirit pulling at him, letting him know just how much death was in this place and it was ridiculous... more than anything he'd ever sensed in a real capacity. Yes he'd seen the aftermath of witch hunts through his visions, felt them as if they were real... but this was so much different than any of that and it left him feeling hollow.
Which is exactly why all colour drains from his face and he stands momentarily stock still, because if you're surrounded by that much death then why were the bodies slowly moving.]
Goddess... [And that was all he was getting for the moment while he hopes that his mind catches up with his body.]
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[He knew that shelter was important, it always was. Usually as a witch anything could be made into a shelter but he hadn't been able to test his magic extensively just yet but it felt somehow muted when it came to him- whereas he'd usually have the fortitude of a waterfall he feels more like a river at the moment which meant he was loathe to be setting up any extensive wards for fear they'd tire him out.
Instead he stuck with the basics, elemental magic, things that were innate and not learned, the very essence of a witch. Turning the corner of one of the numerous hotel corridors, attempting to flush the place out he spots something moving you moving and doesn't take the appropriate moment to deduce whether its actually a shambling corpse or not before he's summoning some kind of fiery whirlwind between his palms.]
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[He didn't quite know why the two of them were still together, there was the instinct that safety existed in numbers but again it opened the witch up to a lot of questions. He was feeling uncomfortable, lost, out of sorts. Nothing seemed quite right... which is why he'd love to stop for a moment, perform his blessings- except making that request could either get him confronted with confusion or worse, hatred. He had to throw caution to the wind though, it wasn't even a choice right now but more necessity.]
I'm sorry, Stefan, yes? Can we stop- just for a moment, I promise.
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[Athena's just as shocked as he is, but recognizes someone that needs comfort. Her hand goes up to gently touch at his arm.]
I think that we're going to have to help ourselves.
[And she really doesn't like knowing exactly how it is they're going to have to do it. It's all so violent and disgusting. But it's what has to be done.]
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[Except if he ever needed to imagine a place without divinity... this would be it.] No, actually I imagine in a place like this they won't.
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[Her eyes looked around the area and she shook her head sadly.]
I think it's up to us to clean up the mess. How do you feel about stacking the bodies? We could work together.
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I... I do not think that is a particuarly good idea, my child. Dead such as these, they sometimes carry plagues or infections.
[And there's the extra added bonus that they should start moving shortly.]
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[She points to her head to signal that the brain needs to be damaged for them to be stopped.]
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And what about simply burning them all to a crisp? [Because there was a veritable trench of bodies here, he couldn't imagine the two of them carrying each and every one of them in order to stack them up.]
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[Her nose wrinkles as she imagines what the smell would be like. She can't imagine it would be pleasant. But it might be a good long term solution to the problem.]
Do you think we'd be able to start and manage a fire large enough?
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[He's frowning as he thinks about it- until he hears her question and he just shrugs, absentmindedly raising a hand to reveal candle-like flames dancing above each fingertip.] I could manage, I should think.
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He'd come here with Clint, but somehow they got separated. He's not used to being on his own, most comfortable with a squad of other well-trained soldiers, and it makes him feel vulnerable and edgy, his little knife held out in front of him. It feels so tiny and weak. What he wouldn't give for a blaster rifle right now...Hell, even a lightsaber worked better than this flimsy piece of sharp metal.
He's wandering down a hall when someone rounds a corner. The firey...whatever it is proves that it's not one of the undead, at least, and Finn cries out something wordless, holding his palms up in a gesture of peace.]
Woah, hey! I'm human!
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He throws out a hand and barks a word, the whirlwind dissipating and revealing the witch standing behind it who was now staring at the newcomer with a calculating eye.] I suppose you are, yes...
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Uh. Yeah. I am. [He wipes his forehead.]
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You're not a hunter, are you? Because if you are I give you fair warning- you won't win. [Because naturally assuming a stranger is a witch hunter is the very first thing you do when you meet them in the corridor of an abandoned hotel.]
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[Sweet, sweet summer child.]
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