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- !event log,
- ac:o: kassandra,
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- dogs b&c: nill,
- dragon age: cassandra pentaghast,
- dragon age: fenris,
- dragon age: inquisitor trevelyan,
- dragon age: marian hawke,
- ffvii: aerith gainsborough,
- ffvii: cloud strife,
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- kingdom hearts: riku,
- kingdom hearts: roxas,
- kingdom hearts: sora,
- marvel comics: tony stark,
- marvel comics: wade wilson,
- mcu: bucky barnes,
- mcu: elektra natchios,
- mcu: steve rogers,
- original: eugene hicks,
- original: ian fowler,
- original: kyna medina,
- original: nathan lowell,
- orphan black: helena,
- overwatch: soldier 76 (jack morrison),
- persona: goro akechi,
- red vs. blue: agent carolina,
- red vs. blue: agent maine,
- red vs. blue: agent washington,
- red vs. blue: terrence ephemera,
- riordan mythos: silena beauregard,
- star trek: elim garak,
- star trek: julian bashir,
- star wars: cassian andor,
- star wars: jyn erso,
- star wars: rey,
- supernatural: dean winchester,
- the 100: bellamy blake,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the 100: john murphy,
- the 100: lexa,
- the magicians: eliot waugh,
- the magicians: quentin coldwater,
- the man from uncle: gaby teller,
- the oa: the oa,
- uncharted: nathan drake
EVENT #010
WHERE: New Amsterdam and any other megacity the Displaced happen to be in/travel to!
WHEN: May 28, 2512
WHAT: Golden-eyed monsters stream into New Amsterdam and other megacities the world over.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Violence, death, body horror, mind control, and transformation.
It starts in the middle of the night, when most everyone should be fast asleep in their beds, whether they're still taking up a cot in the safehouse or staying in their own apartment. One moment it's quiet, with most of the rest of the city having also turned in for the night, and then in the next? It isn't.
There will be mass confusion as the scope of the situation becomes clear. Monsters stream out onto the streets, thundering up the stairs of a train station, skittering out of construction sites, or climbing up the walls. Some of them fly. Others slither. Others run, loping forward with only one goal in mind: to find something to sink their teeth or claws into and to leave destruction in their wake at every turn. They are a horde, a swarm, a teeming mass of creatures that have no intention of stopping. All of them have eyes or bodies that shine gold and wherever they go, they seem to leave decay. Concrete turns black and porous where they step; plants wither and die.
There is no real preparing for an attack of this scale. New Amsterdam will awaken as the sound of these monsters crashing down on cars or bursting through storefronts or into homes forces people to run screaming from their dwellings or places of work. There is no discrimination in who these beasts might target, and no discernable pattern in where they go.
All that one can really tell is that they seem to want to spread out. They're constantly on the move, leaping from victim to victim, and they're relentless. No one knows why they've come, where they're come from, or what will make them stop. At least for now, the only option seems to be to cut down their numbers. It's time to fight the horde.
The first night will be utter chaos as everyone reacts to the monsters' sudden appearance, but by the morning hours news reports will start streaming in. This is not only happening in New Amsterdam, or wherever else a Displaced might be staying, but seemingly everywhere. Some cities seem harder hit than others, but practically every megacity is overrun with the creatures.
With no way of knowing who might have unleashed the monsters, all of these cities have essentially been turned into battlefields. Not many civilians are prepared to fight for their lives, and it will take a mobilization effort from the police, Morningstar, the Displaced, and anyone else who's willing to take up arms in order to survive.
◉ As a note, this attack starts simultaneously in multiple cities. While it's the middle of the night in New Amsterdam, the monsters will appear at other times of the day in other parts of the world depending on the timezone!
So as to not make this post overly long, we have compiled all of the monster descriptions into a Google doc here for everyone's reference!
For those Displaced who stay at (or spend any time in) the safehouse under the hoverbike shop or the Red Wings bar, they may become aware of the presence of the monsters sooner than others, due to the fact that at least a few of the giant mole monsters will end up burrowing up through the concrete basements to wreak havoc. The screeching noise of steel claws tearing through the floor will be sure to wake up even the deepest of sleepers.
This won't just be an occurrence on the first night of the attack, either. Unless something is done to deter them, tunnels leading straight into the safehouses will continue to be created, allowing even other types of monsters to find their way through (the smaller ones, that is). Where exactly they're coming from won't be entirely clear, though it's a safe bet to assume that they must have originated in the cave system somehow.
Suffice to say that El won't be happy about the safehouse being compromised in this way, though this isn't a possibility that ze or anyone else could have really prepared for. While ze can't do much to physically help with containing the invasion of the monsters, ze will offer whatever resources ze can—though Morningstar is going to be busy in plenty of other locations, as well, and they only have so many resources.
The Red Wings, being a Displaced-operated location, will also be in need of assistance, especially if it's meant to be a point of safety and a hub for handing out supplies. Speaking of—
As things begin to deteriorate, Clarke Griffin and Stephen Strange sink their resources into Red Wings, adapting it into a base of operations for the Displaced. Clarke also called in PRESERVE to set up a checkpoint here, too, and anyone—from the Displaced to civilians—will be able to seek aid here. (Of course, Red Wings will be just one of a few locations throughout the city where they attempt to set up shop, but Red Wings may prove to be more fortified thanks to the talents of the Displaced.) Civilians will not have access to Red Wings' safehouse, however. That's still something that Clarke and Stephen want to keep under wraps, for now.
In the bar proper, there will be medical aid, supplies, and even weapons for those who can use them. During rare moments of downtime, the gang at Red Wings will also work on reconnaissance missions to find safe spots throughout the city to provide much needed protection and safety for the people of New Amsterdam. This task may be much easier said than done. Gathering intel on the monsters is a high priority, too, and for anyone who tries to capture a monster to learn more about them, the basement might be a good place to hold them. If the Displaced are going to be able to fight back, they need to know exactly what it is they're fighting.
However, the truth of the matter is that this attack happened quickly, and in the middle of the night to boot. As much as the group at Red Wings tries, resources are stretched thin, and they didn't have time to prepare as much as they wanted to. Supplies need to be rationed, bandages and stitches used for wounds that really need them, and if you're not a great shot, it might be best to let someone with more training take that gun you're eyeing.
More than anything, despite the difficulty, this is a way for the Displaced to help out as many people as they can, and a way for them to cement their humanitarian efforts and affect the population's opinion of them. The citizens of New Amsterdam are sick of this cycle of destruction, and are just waiting to be empowered. Now's the time to teach them to fight back and help them protect their city.
Red Wings' safehouse underground will be damaged by burrowing monsters as well, and will need protection. The bar itself will escape relatively unscathed.
Maybe the best way of dealing with the monsters isn't violence at all. Maybe there's a more strategic way to deal with this.
The monsters will be moving from city to city via the gates, just like the Displaced do. There might be a way to keep them from spreading, or at least slow them down, by shutting down the gate network. Of course, with the mag trains shutting down, getting back home could be an issue. One option is the delivery network of hover trucks. They'll still be running to get supplies from city to city, but their batteries don't run indefinitely, so these will be relatively local trips only. No getting from New Tokyo back to New Amsterdam with this method, unfortunately, and convincing a driver to let you hitch a ride might be a challenge, but it's doable.
Of course, there's also the question of where these things are coming from. Intrepid characters might be able to track them back to their nests, which are tucked away in wildly different places depending on the city. In New Amsterdam, they might be in the caves below the city. In other places, they might not be in the city proper at all, but just outside of it. It's important to keep in mind that the nests are far away from any of the action taking place elsewhere. Tracking these origin points may provide some answers, but the cost would be less involvement in the crisis taking place.
And then there's the matter of the monsters themselves. How can you fight an enemy you know nothing about? For those determined or crafty enough, capturing them might be an option, although this will take some creativity. Once these creatures are captured, they'll need to be kept contained, and kept alive. Just because they're monstrous doesn't mean they don't have to eat, after all, and some will need special environmental considerations as well, such as the mind control slugs.
What happens after that is up to the Displaced. Is dissecting them the best bet? Their internal anatomy won't be wildly different from most "normal" animals, with the exception of some creatures who have strange appendages or the like. Still, this might give the Displaced a better idea of how they operate and what their weak spots are. Sending samples to a lab is another possibility, if the Displaced can figure out how to safely store those samples. After all, the world is in a crisis, and no one is running tests at the moment.
All monsters, though, seem drawn to the blue light. When a Displaced uses a power or activates the empathy bond, the creatures will lock onto it, utterly transfixed, and if this is done enough times, that gold glow of theirs will intensify. What does it all mean? Maybe figuring that out will be a pathway to stopping their attacks.
While all of this is going on, it certainly won't be just the Displaced who are heading out into the streets to try and stem the flow of the monster attack. These creatures are certainly not holding back, and no matter how much work might be put in, their numbers are overwhelming. Plenty of people will end up dead as a result, ripped to shreds or dragged off somewhere to be eaten. Yet, for some reason, these monsters are not as vicious toward the Displaced. They'll engage them in a fight and injure them, but they never go so far as dealing a fatal blow.
Seeing how that's not the case for the rest of the populace throughout the world, however, some groups and organizations will be rising up to do their part.
Police departments will be mobilizing in every megacity to put the monsters down, and while they are armed, it's not on the same level as the UNA. They also don't have any sort of training that's prepared them to fight monsters, but they'll still be putting their lives on the line to put a dent in the monsters' onslaught. When it comes to enforcing regular law and order, they certainly won't have the bandwidth for anything like that. Then again, most people won't be in any position to take advantage and commit crimes either, given the chaos that will be a constant everywhere.
Morningstar will also be jumping into action around the world. The New Amsterdam branch will be most likely to work alongside the Displaced and share some of their resources, particularly with those who are signed up as official agents or those who've supported them in the past. In cities like New Prague and New Beijing where the Displaced have made some contact with Morningstar before, they'll also be open to working with the Displaced. However, their resources are by no means robust. Morningstar is an organized rebel group, but they're hardly an official army in any sense of the word. They might be able to hand out a weapon here or there and they have a safehouse set up in almost every city, but beyond that, they'll mainly be getting boots on the ground to help with the fighting.
UNA soldiers who have been left without any sort of purpose or guidance will now have an opportunity to put some of that training to use. Their involvement will be much more scattered, though in some cases small groups of these soldiers who used to work in units together will reconnect in their effort to fight off the horde. However, having been cut off from the UNA in an official capacity, they won't have much in the way of gear or weapons. They're still formidable fighters, though, and now might be the perfect time to reach out and make a connection with some of them.
Mercenaries belonging to various different outfits, depending on what city they're based in, will also be joining the cause. Whether they're acting out of a basic desire to survive the attacks or if they're actually being paid by someone to go out there and risk their lives will be less clear, but they're some of the best-equipped fighters (other than the police). They also won't really find much reason to protest any of the Displaced pitching in to fight with them. The more firepower, the better, right?
A group of regulars from the New Amsterdam fighting rings will be rising up to add their fuel to the monster-fighting fire, as encouraged by Hawke and whoever else might know them well enough to reach out. Given that some of these people have illegal mods to enhance their strength or cybernetic attachments that can do impressive amounts of damage, some of them might hold their own against the monsters. Hell, some of them might even ask the Displaced to demonstrate some of their powers if they end up fighting together, as word of their abilities has become more known among their ranks. Either way, they'll be jumping into the fray with quite a bit of gusto.
PRESERVE will be involved on the other end of these efforts and will be doing their best to tend to the wounded and the dead, along with finding shelter and safe spots for people to barricade themselves from the attacks. It's not like the grand majority of civilians could stand a chance against these monsters, after all, yet not all of them can rely on their homes to be safe enough to stay in. They'll be quick to accept an offer of Displaced help, as they'll be doing their best to try and drag the recently dead to hospitals to get them put into medi-units before they're too late. Along with what's set up at Red Wings, they'll also be cobbling together other relief spots throughout the city for taking care of wounded and offering up what supplies they have (food and water, medical supplies, etc).
And what are the corporations doing in all of this? Well, suffice to say, mainly just panicking. Unsurprisingly, they're not much help during a crisis like this, with most of the super-rich opting to hide away in whatever highly secure bunkers they might have. Too bad that these bunkers might not prove so secure in the face of these attacks. Could that prove to be an opportunity if someone went looking?
Please refer to the OOC EVENT POST for all OOC info, including suggestions for directions on how to engage with the event. Given the spread out nature of this event, as well as the amount of additional details provided here, please direct all questions to our QUESTIONS thread below. This is, naturally, a huge event in terms of scale, and so we're certain there are aspects of it we haven't covered and questions that have yet to be answered. We do encourage that all of our players use the event planning post for any additional ideas and for touching base!
Please do not begin to thread out any aftermath until AUGUST 8, 2020, which is when we will put up the aftermath log and OOC post. If this date changes, we will provide a gamewide update as needed! As a note, the August calendar will be posted alongside the aftermath!
As a reminder, there is one power level up available for this event, granted for a thread of at least 5 log/action comments containing your character utilizing their power in some way during the event itself. They will need to reach the 5 comments required by SEPTEMBER 11, 2020 to be eligible. Submission will be handled on the wrap up post.
Our Activity Check will be posted AUGUST 1 at 12 AM UTC. It will run for seven days and close on AUGUST 8 at 12 AM UTC.
Have fun and fight some monsters! Or … whatever else you might do with them. 😉😏 Your secret's safe with us. 😙
red wings, ota.
He gets sleep. Some, anyway. Being of service means making yourself fucking useful. Means taking care of your own limitations. By the dawn of the second day, Nathan's about ready to head back out there. See what the light brings as he looks out one of the windows, at the orange slats streaking across the sky.
Strangely, it's quiet here. Tail end of a lot of people ready to rest, maybe. There's not a lot of preamble to the way Nathan approaches somebody else who looks just as tired as he felt four hours ago. ]
You look like shit.
[ He says, not that companionably. Seems pretty hit or miss as to whether the water bottle he hands over softens the blow any, though, and it sits about half-empty. Better to ration supplies right now. At least his voice pitches quiet, less directly confrontational than he usually appears. ]
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[ he's not wrong and jyn doesn't debate the issue. she's exhausted and drained and covered in a layers of dirt and dried blood that probably isn't hers and her hair will not stay tied up. despite this, jyn seems unmoved as she perches on a stool next to the window. it isn't that the monsters don't concern her, but more that: ]
I'm used to that.
[ at least the looking like shit bit of all this.
she takes just a single swig of the water before she passes it back. ] Thanks.
[ the humidity and persistent rainy season are a boon to her specific power and she makes a note to fill some jugs and tubs in case one of the burrowing creatures wrecks the plumbing. if she needs water she will rip it from the clouds. ]
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Keep it.
[ Looks like she needs it, anyway. There are places where he won't have to go without that long. Nathan hesitates for a fraction but settles, eventually, on the other side of that windowframe. His attention fixed to some indeterminate point on the horizon, Nathan folds his arms and settles against the wall, side of his shoulder pressed flat, and just breathes.
Stays, for a little while. Some silent company. A moment passes and Nathan speaks up, quiet, light, ]
Nathan, by the way. [ If they're being introduced. ]
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Jyn.
[ another silence, watching the sky shimmer golden for a moment as the sun continues to creep above the horizon, giving light to the destruction littering the streets and alleys. it doesn't look bad if she doesn't look down. ]
Have you been here long?
[ she means here in the bar, but the question is ambiguous on purpose. she isn't willing to out other displaced to the native citizens dumped in every seat and booth possible, even if that answer would be reassuring. ]
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Nah.
[ Brand new, practically. Nathan simply shrugs, then taps once at the centre of his own chest; where the blue glow would spike out from, that labels them as Displaced and other. He huffs out a little laugh. It's bitter more than funny. ]
Rude awakening, suppose. [ He nods at her. ] You?
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[ sometimes she wonders if it is easier for her because there is nothing for her to go back to, she's dead, the galaxy moved on without her. in order to consider that she would have to tell the displaced as a whole that she is dead and not just five or six people, three of whom have since departed. ]
You don't get used to it, but--
[ she trails off, lifts her hand to gesture out the window. maybe they do get used to it? you can get used to anything if it happens long enough but jyn was in prison for only slightly less time and she would take this backwater planet ten times over.
maybe it gets easier. ]
Sometimes there are food festivals.
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Yeah. He gets it. You can get used to anything if it happens long enough. Months on end, he thinks, just means you reach a state where you're willing to call it home. Knew it was a possibility, but— maybe he was ignoring thinking on it too long.
Nathan exhales. This time, that puff of air is closer to some sort of smile, even if it sits wry. It softens the frame of him a touch. ]
You really think there'll be another one after this?
[ Technology abound, flung into the future, and sure. People rebuild all the time. Still can't shake that this feels— final. Like a bookend. Monsters coming out of the ground was the thing everyone was trying to fucking avoid, back home. ]
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red wings!
Most of his day has been dedicated to liaising with Morningstar on the ground, working with Clarke and her PRESERVE associates to establish Red Wings as a base of operations and helping to deal with the steady flow of tragedy, panic, exhaustion and mess that's passed through its doors ever since. Now, in the lull inside while the city screams on, he stands at a pool table repurposed with the application of an already questionably-stained tarp and packs items from various piles into small bags.
He hasn't slept, but he's used to that. Grit and determination have seen him through less fraught situations than this one. He hasn't taken time to clean up much either, save for his recent change of clothes into something more appropriate for braving what's beyond their doors, but filth is the least of their worries. At the approach and helpful commentary from a man he recognises from snatches of shared environment over the last 24 hours but doesn't know the name of, Stephen looks at him, looks at the bottle, looks at the man, looks at the bottle...
Then reaches out to take the bottle and set it down on the edge of the pool table. ]
And you look like you have empty hands.
[ A tilt of his head toward the pool table designates him his new role. If you've got time for being concerned about your fellow man, you've got time to stuff emergency medical supply packages. ]
One from each pile, quick as you can. They'll go out as soon as we've finished.
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Then, the water gets taken away. Nathan blinks, expression twisting a little into wry observation, but he falls into line. The only reason he's known what to do with himself the last few hours has been because somebody else has given him directions, pointed out a site or path or route that needs to be taken. He appreciates the assist.
So Nathan follows suit. 'Suit' doesn't always mean without preamble. It's not so much quick as it is a sort of rhythm, a process and energy that's easily picked up off the way Nathan's jaw is set. Solidly, even-measured as he stares over at the way the bags have been organized. Lay of the land into how they've been organized, despite that he's been told already.
So he's still taking that all in. Has picked up one item from one pile and is starting in on the process, even when he says, mildly, ]
Nice boots.
[ You know. If what Strange is wearing here can be called, charitably, boots. ]
You get time to go shopping?
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It gives him pause long enough to throw a bemused frown in Nathan's direction.
Did he or his boots ask?]
Sure. You didn't?
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[ Easy as anything. The flat rejoinder comes and goes as Nathan gets to work, settles into a rhythm that off-sets Stephen's. Less chance of accidental contact that way. ]
Left my black Amex in my other jeans.
[ Which is rich, coming from Nathan. His shirt and unbuttoned flannel over that have presumably seen better days even before the mess and ash and bullshit stains. Color fidelity long-gone from both, shirt in some kind of dark blue and the red of the tartan more pink than it isn't.
Half a beat passes before he adds, ]
You really a doctor?
[ "Dr. Strange" is not a name you easily forget, even if mentioned in passing. ]
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It's brief. A second later he's back to business, collecting up items with methodical precision. ]
M.D, Ph.D. Would you like to schedule an appointment?
[ The reply comes bland as anything, ego as absent in the delivery as it is present in the word choice. He used to enjoy rattling off his expertise. Now he's right in the middle of a rather forcible reminder that he no longer has anything to be smug about. ]
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Got this rash on my back, if you're interested.
[ Are you? Are you. ]
You treating with magic or medicine?
[ It's a blunt question that comes at half a clip, and gets to the heart of it more directly than Nathan's been before. When it comes to spellwork, sore spot doesn't even cut it close. But there's something— a little easier, even if only peripherally, that there are people around him experiencing the same thing. Loss, lack. A bare bones life in an extraordinary time. ]
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He has a headache that definitely could be from lack of water, food, or rest, and he's considering finding Eliot so they can get all of the above. But then a new guy comes up nearby and says the obvious, leading Quentin to snort and chuckle wearily, running a hand through sweaty hair.]
If any of us look hot right now, something's wrong.
[Even people who aren't running around look tired and stressed out. There's going to be more than a few gray hairs being made right now. He takes the water bottle and sees it as rationing too, taking a drink.]
I've hit that point where I want to be thinking clearly but it's like white noise instead. You know that feeling?
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Yeah. Little bit.
[ It's not like Nathan — not like anybody, this guy's right about that — looks put together. The ends of his plaid sleeves are darkened, wet with water or blood or who knows what else; dust still lingers over his shoulders, lifts even more color from the shade of his jeans. ]
Most days since I got here, I think. [ There's a note of something kind of mean, derision-adjacent, in the way he says it. ] But I wasn't expecting monsters, either.
[ Not here, anyway. ]
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He hears the tone but doesn't place it so he doesn't question it. Everyone's feeling raw at the moment. He nods in agreement. Yeah, since they got there. They did get kidnapped in the first place.
So pretty soon after everyone got here last year, there was a giant monster attack. That's what they said at least. Everything was in chaos, but I think this is worse. Because there's just so fucking many of them.
[He thinks there were enough then too, but this is a variety. He rubs at his temple and offers the water back.]
Have you seen the plant ones? I swear I'm going to have nightmares for like a month.
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Yeah. Seen a couple. [ Really one for conversation, Nathan is.
Truth is, they're pretty hard to miss. One as a shambling spider, mandibles present, a gaping maw right in the middle of its belly as it reared up. Pisses Nathan off, a little, that it seems like so much is happening and they're so goddamn ill-prepared for it — you can't consult a book here, can't consult another caster, can't come up with a solution out of brains and a little brawn and a whole lot of luck. Everyone's human eventually. ]
No shit. How long you been here?
[ Asked with a frown. Any frame of reference to a length of time puts him on edge, understandably -- the option that this is permanent, will only get more-so the more you build a life here. His attention pivots, a little, to the rise of the sun outside, and Nathan scrubs a hand over the back of his neck. ]
Man, I fucking hate this place.
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[How do they eat people! Why is he so curious! The world may never know! Quentin has been dodging monsters for awhile now so he thinks after this is over he could consider himself a stealth expert. A badly trained one.]
I've only been here a little over three months. There's only a few people left here who have been here from the start. [That's what Clarke says, and she knows best on basically every level. He rubs some dirt off of his face, careful not to get it in his eye by accident.] In that time though I was kidnapped and drugged again again, brought to Indiana Jones-esque ruins with monsters, trapped in a torture simulation, and then this happened.
[So three months is starting to feel like a lot longer, to be honest. Quentin doesn't hate this place despite that, but it's mostly because he doesn't really have a better option than this to go back to. But he gets it, for sure.]
And I have no magic to fight with so that's made it all kind of extra useless.
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You're a caster?
[ It's said with the tone of someone who's trying not to show it. How curious they are, or how quick they were to say it at all. Kyna had mentioned, briefly, that there were others. Forget Indiana Jones and monsters and torture simulations. Nathan blinks, then fixes Quentin with a short, steady look.
Whatever tension's made its way into Nathan shoulders, it fades itself out soon enough. He adds, wryly, ]
Can think of twelve different ways this would've played out if I had magic on me. [ If he sounds bitter about that, it's nothing personal. Could be what it reads on the tin: that he wishes magic were here, that he weren't useless and out of the fight. Parts of that are true, even. ]
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she is covered in blood-- some hers, sure, but too much for it to be all of hers when she's carrying herself so well.
this seems like a fair turnabout. and she regards him for a moment before saying, ]
What was the phrase... No shit.
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Yeah, alright.
[ He deserved that. He waits for her to take the water bottle -- consider it some kind of olive branch, at least. ]
You holding up? [ Even if he's guessing that the answer's yes. A lot of blood on her, but she looks like most of her organs are still on the inside. ]
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Well... Aside from the surprise and the sheer numbers... It's been awhile since I've been in a battle this intense.
[ not a lie. war seemed so far gone from then. ]
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the man handing him a water bottle makes the same kind of statement he's heard winchester brothers throw his way often enough over the years, and there's something pleasantly familiar about it that has him answering with a humored sigh and a wry look. ]
That may be an improvement at this point. Thanks.
[ taking the bottle, cas chugs the water like he's been crawling through a desert. again, exhaustion, human needs, etc etc, very inconvenient. looking down at himself as he swallows the last gulp, cas examines the various gross stains and tears on his clothes, one large, dark splatter of a blob on his chest that he points out after a moment, swallowing again before he clarifies. ]
Entrails, not excrement.
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Not much room for his eyebrows to do anything else, after the guy points at his own chest. Nathan's mouth cuts into a brief line of something flat, then pulls left, a half-mue of amusement crossing his features but never making it to the forefront. Nathan looks sort of annoyed, but then, he always looks a little annoyed.
And he initiated conversation, so. ]
Right.
[ Nice to know, man.
Half a beat, and then Nathan hands over something else. A power bar, its label plastered with six different kinds of supposed vitamins it contains. Guy just sculled an entire bottle of water -- tracks that maybe food wouldn't be a bad idea.
The bar says it's coconut-craisin flavored. Whatever that is. And whatever they make it out of, in the future. Coconut-craisin crickets, maybe. ]
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Thank you.
[ like the water, he's immediately digging into it, peeling the wrapper back and taking a sizable bite, pausing to chew thoughtfully while inspecting the wrapper. ]
The English language is baffling. A dried grape is a prune or a raisin, but a dried cranberry - craisin. [ spoken with a pensive look of distaste, glancing up to nathan like maybe he has an explanation for this nonsense. ] So many legitimate terms seem like they would be satirical.
[ because, let's be real, 'craisin' is a stupid, silly sounding word. americans were just too lazy to make up an original word for dried cranberries. ]