automated (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
automated) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
radioactivism2013-05-26 07:37 pm
automated) wrote in radioactivism2013-05-26 07:37 pm
event #3
[ It's taken the city officials a couple of weeks to clean up since the witch's mess. Most of the wreckage and bodies have been disposed of as humanely as possible but unfortunately, that doesn't really amount to much. The scent of flesh has attracted a whole host of carrion eaters—and, worse, their predators. Mutated buzzards swoop down from the sky and are stalked by larger, more formidable twisted canines and the odd bear. Arks are also present, sniffing from the sidelines and turning up at night when the defenses are down. Monsters are swarming around the barriers, picking at the garbage and digging up the graves and anyone foolish enough to step outside to chase them off is likely a meal themselves.
To deal with the outbreak they are, of course, calling upon their imported mercenaries for assistance.
First thing in the morning, everyone's communicators will be receiving an incoming voice message. Some of you might recognize the sneering female voice from a previous broadcast. Regardless, she starts the call the same way—by clearing her throat sharply, to make sure she has your attention. ]
All outsiders are to be posted at the gates to prevent the local wildlife from breaching the borders. Orsans, report to the city hall for a temporary pass into and out of the barrier. This pass will only let you back in once, so don't waste it. There is some additional ammunition available in both towns at their respective posts; speak to an official if you need some. [ A pause. ] But don't hoard it.
This is a mandatory call to arms. Participants will be compensated with supplies. Deserters... will starve. Take your pick.
[ The message ends on that riveting note.
As the outsiders gather at the posts, they'll notice a sparse amount of guards in both towns. The monsters have thinned out closest to town but, as the scouts will point out, they're thick as thieves out on the perimeter and it's only a matter of time before they rush in and overtake everything. Weapons are pushed into the hands of those that don't have any, women and children included, and they're hustled outside to do the dirty work. ]
To deal with the outbreak they are, of course, calling upon their imported mercenaries for assistance.
First thing in the morning, everyone's communicators will be receiving an incoming voice message. Some of you might recognize the sneering female voice from a previous broadcast. Regardless, she starts the call the same way—by clearing her throat sharply, to make sure she has your attention. ]
All outsiders are to be posted at the gates to prevent the local wildlife from breaching the borders. Orsans, report to the city hall for a temporary pass into and out of the barrier. This pass will only let you back in once, so don't waste it. There is some additional ammunition available in both towns at their respective posts; speak to an official if you need some. [ A pause. ] But don't hoard it.
This is a mandatory call to arms. Participants will be compensated with supplies. Deserters... will starve. Take your pick.
[ The message ends on that riveting note.
As the outsiders gather at the posts, they'll notice a sparse amount of guards in both towns. The monsters have thinned out closest to town but, as the scouts will point out, they're thick as thieves out on the perimeter and it's only a matter of time before they rush in and overtake everything. Weapons are pushed into the hands of those that don't have any, women and children included, and they're hustled outside to do the dirty work. ]
[ action ]
You would think they'd equip us better.
[ action ]
No kidding! [Aaaaand cutting down the monster in front of him.] It's bad enough they're not handing out any explanations, but this is almost insulting. [Kind of. Well, he feels a little insulted at being given such a crappy weapon and being pointed at monsters while he's still trying to figure out which way is up, anyway.]
[ action ]
[ action ]
Yeah, thanks. Knowing I'm expendable to who-knows-who makes me feel so much better about all this.
[ action ]
Figured.
[ action ]
and also a pause, because he was about to more or less leave things at that -- complaining and questions could come later
... but, well, Yuri happened to take another quick glance at Cloud and noticed how big his sword is and ... uhm ...]
Huh? How are you even holding-
[buuuuut the monsters aren't interested in Yuri making complete sentences, so Cloud will have to fill in the blank on his own while Yuri blocks an incoming hit.]
[ action ]
[ Here let him get that one for you but you should nget then ones trying to eat him come on yuri be a bro]
[ action ]
Well whatever, he'll get one coming at Cloud while he responds.]
... Huh. You must have one hell of an exercise routine, then.
[There's a "yeah, sure, okay buddy" hidden somewhere in those words if Cloud squints enough. Damn sword is probably made of aluminum or something |:]