Fissures of Time: Ongoing

[voidtreckermods]

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FISSURES OF TIME: ONGOING

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... POI 10-12

FOR SOME, THE MISSION HAS BEEN MORE MENTALLY EXHAUSTING THAN PHYSICALLY. Distortions sprout around the domain without rhyme or reason, and the camps must be moved every new day to meet them, as well as stopping a distortion from deciding to form under them from their presence.

While there's bare-bones vegetation, at least they have their own resources to help one another, as well as what can be retrieved from the Ministry base during return trips to take misplaced civilians to safety. It's straight-forward so far...

...but that wouldn't be standard for the Voidtreckers, and some in their ranks don't want straight-forward. Starting during the early hours of Poi 10, there will be occasional rumblings throughout the land. They last for a few seconds and then stop, seemingly for hours; but then they return, and as the days go on, so do the tremors increase.

It seems the distortions too have become affected...

THE UNQUIET CITY. (CW: People unable to die/rising from the dead, body horror)

A city of rubble and ruin stretches far out around them, where once there were hills and vegetation. Much of the rubble is still smoking as fires smoulder. The fighting isn't over, heard before it's seen.

It must be connected to the same skirmishes seen in other distortions, and so most of you are prepared to meet warriors on foot and mount. But what awaits isn't only the horror of bloodshed. No: the reason that the fighting still continues even as the city lies in ruin is because fighters fall and rise again, as if death were nothing but a short rest.

Puncture marks litter skin and armour, holes from weaponry and blessed-magic visible in torsos, even the spaces of where portions of one's skull and brain should be.

Yet they cannot stop fighting. They cannot fall to the ground, rest. Whatever drove them to fight this war still inspires them to continue, screaming as much in pain as in some sort of twisted ecstasy. Perhaps they are too shocked to do anything else. A city locked in eternal war, distorted in time, doomed to repeat itself.

It's hard to set the equalisers here. Not much is stable and fights are likely to break out wherever there are people. The people of this city have their factions, but they will not hesitate to band together to fight intruders.

EYE OF THE STORM. They might feel this distortion before they enter it. A spine-chilling thrill, the feeling one might get at the edge of a storm.

—For a storm it is. The moment they enter it their vision will be obstructed, winds howl around them and rain lashes down furiously making a swamp of the ground below them. It's freezing cold and as they walk they will feel something in the storm. Almost as if there are icy hands, reaching out to grab at them, to pull them further into the worst of the weather.

It's hard to know where to place the equalisers, hard to see where the edges of this distortion are. Easier, not by much, to move further in, to find the epicentre and try and take it down from there.

It's a treacherous journey, but the centre truly is calm, water frozen like crystals. Yet temperatures are dangerously low, so it's in everyone's best interests to set the equalisers quick and get out.

MEAN AND GREEN. As the rumbling continues, there comes a strange and worrying distortion. Worrying, as this distortion can be seen from the outside. A hazy blur that seems to move across the countryside, along the left side of the camp you're stationed at. It gets dangerously close at times, and when it does...

Green tendrils of plant life burst out, entangling people to pull them into the distortion. Or chains of flowers spread from the distortion out across the countryside. Beautiful and colourful in the otherwise sparse environment, but those flowers work as anchors, spreading the distortion, expanding it.

To get rid of it they will need to enter, and inside is a thick jungle of vines and bright colourful flowers awaiting them. The foliage is thick and the air musky and sweet. It's easy to get separated, and getting lost is only a matter of getting turned around. The leaves are sticky and vines move seemingly on their own, curling around unsuspecting limbs, trying to trap people in this colourful paradise forever.

And up in the sky above, a woman's laughter can be heard, the heat of the sun bearing down that becomes uncomfortable quick. But don't look up - you may find a large yellow eye - yellow iris, yellow pupil, golden yellow everything - peering back at you, and find yourself being pulled in by the very ground itself by a powerful force.

NO SANCTUARY. Protecting the camps hasn't been difficult, despite it being a Purple task. Other than rowdy refugees breaking out into fights, little else has appeared to disturb them.

'Eiiiiliiifii.... Siiiiliiifiii...
Merios? Herios?
Don't hide... don't hide...

Everything will be so perfect soon...'

People are woken abruptly in the early hours of Poi 11. If by some special sense, or by a grab at their throat, by a body falling on top of where they sleep, someone else stopping the refugee who was about to take a knife to them.

The refugees have become uncontrollable, raving about wanting 'their Gods back'. The ground rumbles as the woman's voice from the hazy jungle - ethereal, so divine - speaks from below. Grass rises and the sky above burns with a brightness like an approaching sun.

Setting an equaliser will calm the refugees, but only those in the camps. Starting from lunchtime, more warriors and civilians will be found appearing from the distance and from thin air, seemingly knowing where to find the Voidtreckers' camps - and after some very specific people.

Those with divinity, control over weather, nature, and death will be especially targeted, along with anyone who received blessings from the Gods.

OOC NOTES

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TL;DR: Starting on Poi 10, there will be odd tremors around the domain, and more aggressive time distortions. From Poi 11 refugees will lose control of themselves and start attacking Voidtreckers, in and out of the camp.

It will happen abruptly to begin with, but some keen to reading energy will find that it is shifting; like something is breaking in from somewhere else (similar to the time distortions).

Extra equalisers can be picked up from the Ministry base and they will be there to help, but there are also more distortions happening around the domain, so they'll be dealing with those. The Ministry will advise that any non-combatants should stick to the base, and even use the scouting drones to help from afar, if they really need to help.

Undead warriors can be found outside of time distortions, and not all of the people outside of distortions will be 'permanent' people. Equalisers can be kept going for a few hours to keep these people away, but will also need go into recharge/cooling mode.

Don't worry if you're still busy with the Starting log! Or if you've been meaning to tag, jump in here!

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Bucky/Soldat | MCU | Purple team, subbing on Red

[worthallthis]

I. Mission Prep, yes I know this is late

As always, when people gather for the mission disembark, Soldat is moving around between Red and Purple team passing out meals-in-a-bundle, made up of a quarter of a lembas loaf, half a dozen cookies, half a dozen granola bars, three pastry pies (meat, veggie, or a mix depending on who you are), and a can of bully beef (if you're not a vegetarian). The bully beef is half a joke, but hey, it's protein and it keeps well, so eat your damn army rations and be happy about it, guys.


II. Equalization Protection Squad

Protecting the camp is all well and good, but Purple is a big team and going out on strike missions is really what Soldat does best. Even better than cooking, for all it's more stressful. So they scout, they shoot enemies, they cover for Orange team with their gadgets to start closing the rifts, and they make sure everyone on or sharing duties with Red is supplied up from their Arms band, both with ammo and food.

When the assailants stop staying down, they start dismembering them. Which is awful, but they can do it, and it keeps them from being as much of a danger, at least. It's something.

When the distortion drags them into a freezing storm, they... okay, they don't handle that one as well as dismembering people. They huddle down at the edge with their heat scope and use the SCA to direct people based on where the least heat is. They can't go into the freezing heart. They can't make themselves get close enough.


III. Break time at Camp

Even supersoldiers need breaks. Not to sleep, because Soldat almost never sleeps on these missions unless there's an actual room with a roof and a door that closes. But they stop by the camp once a day, in between trips out into the distortions, to tend their own wounds and others', and to put together a big pot of stew for the camp as a whole.

Much of which they devour themselves, because if they can't sleep, they have to eat. A lot. Find them stirring the pot with one hand and shoveling food into their mouth with the other. "Plenty for you guys, too," they promise. "Just keep it on a low simmer. Add some more potatoes and broth every few hours. It'll keep."


IV. Ambush the Camp

Because Soldat is not sleeping, Soldat sees the refugees rise up against the Voidtreckers, and immediately grabs the nearest and hauls them off their intended victim. And gives them a punch to the head to knock them out because what the fuck.

"Hey! Shit! Everybody up!"

ii

[flatteries]

When the assailants stop staying down, they really do stop staying down, huh.

Inigo finds himself together with Soldat there, trying to buy some time and some space for the people who are setting down and manning the devices to get rid of the distortion - but it's truly easier said than done. It's mostly the sheer numbers of these undead warriors, and the fact that said numbers just don't go down, no matter what you try to do to them.

He grits his teeth though. He knows they can't give up.

"Are you hanging in there?!" He calls out, knowing that Soldat is fighting somewhere near him - he can hear it, mostly - but unable to spare a moment to turn his head and look for an answer.

Mina Mongoose (AU) | Purple Team but can help elsewhere | OTA

[mystic_mongoose]

Rumblings

Mina was still sore over the snubbing the god gave her. Okay, sure, she could have handled it a bit better, but the god was certainly acting like a jerk.

For the most part, she hung around the camp, using the scouts to watch everything. She wasn’t like Sonic, she could sit still. However, as she watches, she can feel the rumbling, which surprises her.

“Woah! What the hey?!” Mina yelped, hopping up. “We got earthquakes now?!” When it would stop, she looked concerned. “I don’t like this…”

The Unquiet City (CW: Body Horror)

Mina’s investigations had discovered that some of the fighting had spilled out of the distortions and into the here and now. With no other recourse, Mina used her super speed to rush over there with the intent on shoving them back if possible.

However, once she got there, she gasped and screamed in horror. These soldiers were barely soldiers at all. One had his arm hanging by mere tendons. Another had a huge hole in his gut. A third filled with holes. These men should be dead and yet, they were still fighting…

…and they turned their attention towards Mina, finding the tiny Trekker staring at them.

Eye of the Storm

After that horrendous encounter, Mina decided the best thing to do was help shut down these distortions. Armed with an Equalizer, Mina headed for the closest distortion, a storm-filled one.

“Wow, that looks dangerous…” Mina said. “And I don’t know why, but I’m excited to see what’s in there!”

She hears someone approaching and grins. “Wanna take a chance?”

Wildcard

(OoC: Hit me up with other ideas!)

Eye of the storm

[ranoutofbuts]

That looks dangerous...

After trailing after Yota looking for time distortions to right, Faux is becoming extremely aware of the smaller crew mates being the most exuberant into seeking dangerous situations. This one, Mina, he recalls, seems no different.

Faux eyes off the distortion, immediately noting its difference, he's got a bad feeling running through his code at this one, like a literal quiver spiking through his circuits. The Drones telemetry is giving him very odd data too. It doesn't seem to be able to ascertain anything from within.

"I'd exercise some caution with this one," Is all he can really ask, "But, we'll have to deal with it regardless." Better to make sure his crew mate isn't going in alone. Faux's hoping he doesn't appear in the middle of a warzone...

Equalizers in hand, he nods at Mina and takes the plunge.

Nozomi Yumehara | Purple Team (but elsewhere)

[cureofmanyworlds]

The Unquiet City (CW: Body Horror)

"Ew! Ewewewewewewewew!"

Nozomi (transformed as Cure Dream) had the biggest misfortune wandering into one of the distortions, finding herself dragged into a various wars that popped up. That shouldn't of been a problem - she's been dragged into fights long before this. Oh, no, what was a problem was that her opponents seemed to be zombies! Fighting a fight they shouldn't have the strength to fight and yet here they were.

"O-Okay... I got one of those Equalizers, I just... need to find the center, right?" she uttered to herself. Play stealth here. Get to a rooftop and hop across to find the center of the distortion.

"Jeez, just hope no one finds me..."

Mean and Green

A) Entering the Forest

Nozomi blinked as she saw the outgrowing of vines and flowers from one of the distortions. Of course, that changed when she saw someone get dragged into the distortion by some vines, causing her to dive in to save them.

Instead, Nozomi found herself completely lost with no sign of where she was or who else was with her.

"Hello? Anyone out there?" she called out. She stopped by a tree, looking around. "Hello?!" The place was hot and musky with the scent of sweet air. Unknowingly, she had stopped long enough for vines to start entangling her. "Woah, hey, leggo!" she yelped, finding herself dragged into a field of flowers, vines binding her more and more.

B) A Sinking Situation

Or perhaps Nozomi evaded that odd fate and, in her search, she could hear the sounds of giggling. "Where is that coming from?" she uttered, unfastening part of her outfit's vest to cool off. Out of annoyance, she shielded her eyes as she looked up at the sun... and gasped in horror as she saw what wasn't a sun, but a giant eye. "What in the world?!"

At that, Nozomi could feel the ground shaking as something grabbed at her feet and legs pulling her down into the ground.

"N-No! Let go!" she shouted, attacking the ground the best she could as she tried to escape...

...or maybe you're a bit too late, watching as Nozomi is pulled in fully? Can you save her?

No Sanctuary

Lunchtime. Perfect. Nozomi was hungry and needed something to fill her belly. Munching on something simple, she wandered the camp in curiosity, seeing how everyone was. However, as she did, she could hear noises in the distance. There was someone approaching the camp.

A lot of someones. They were being invaded.

"Everyone, heads up!" she shouted. "We got hostiles!"

Wildcard

(OoC: Hit me up with anything!)

no sanctuary

[happyends]

Today has been.. weird. First people started getting attacked from within the camp, which was already scared enough to Madoka - and even moreso since they hadn't had anything like that happen at all over the past few days.

But then she hears Nozomi call out like that, and that only further startles Madoka. She jumps to her feet, running over towards the other girl to see what's going on.

"W-What do you mean, hostiles..? Did they come out of those other places..?"

But if so, then surely the other people from the purple team would have stopped them before they could reach camp, right?

Esteban Drake | Purple Team - Camp, Day 10-11 | OTA

[crowneddragon]

I. Camp - Lift their spirits (Poi Day 10, Afternoon to Evening)
Well, Esteban may have struggled with the mission so far, but maybe that was just a matter of ambition. He'll-- he'll take it easier now. Aim for a smaller group. That the refugees need their own distraction is something he can work with, and if it helps Ryo have fewer cases on his hand of agitation, or violence, then the half-elf is more than happy to help.

He's been an entertainer for the last four years after all; there's bound to be something that he can do to help.

So he brings the nervous refugees out, smiles at them with all the warmth and sunshine he can muster, encourages them to come out and play! Just a little game! Just for a few minutes!

Games turn into dancing-- "It's easy! It's a festival dance, so there's three stages! I'll show you!"-- Dancing turns to stories-- "Wanna hear 'bout how the dragons hatched from the moon?"-- Stories turn to more dancing-- his poi flit around his form, swirling in blooms and bright colours that would be so much more epic if he could only set them on fire-- and dancing back to stories.

He's trying, he really is, but even for someone with boundless energy, the day begins to drag as he bounces from stories, then to games, then to dancing in repeating patterns, one after the other. Festivals have never been so intense, as Esteban had never been a sole entertainer anywhere. Hopefully-- hopefully there are others that can join him in this. He's not too sure how long he can last otherwise.

II. Camp - Get up and run (Poi Day 11, Morning and followup) [Violence and swearing CW]
The night dragged on and on and on, endless in the swirl of movement that he never did quite get down from. There's too much pressure-- coils of it tightening like a noose around their throats. It's choking him. Something has been wrong from the moment they have stepped on this world, and Esteban is too tired to keep up with what it might be.

So he sees off some more civilians to their tents, assures them that it'll get better in the morning-- he's not sure it will be, but losing morale may be more dangerous than the relentless sun-- and bids the few late-night owls a good watch. And collapses.

It doesn't last long.

The surge of panic clamps down cold fingers around his throat, and the weight of someone slams his heart back behind his ribs. They're slight and faint and he can't see them well, but there's a slither of a giggle from their lips-- or maybe a whimper-- even as their fingers tighten and tighten.

Heart racing, panic scrambling-- Esteban slams a fist in their face.

Fuck this!

He rushes out the tent, clinging to whatever sense he still has left and glances across the field. Sunlight-- no, not the sun, but light-- blinds him for a moment, too bright for the moon. He edges away, rubs the dark spots from his eyes. His throat burns in fury and panic, and Esteban stares at the chaos of the camp.

Refugees. Refugees are the ones slipping into tents, civilians they've helped and struggled to keep calm and poised now chanting in those lost voices, like children seeking their parents after a nightmare. He wishes he could wake up-- wishes it's just a nightmare, but Esteban knows the phantom caress around his throat is going to bruise.

No time. He rips through the nearest canvas door, voice bubbling up in a crippled and strangled shout. A glance reveals no threat yet, but they only have seconds.

"GET UP!"

camp

[myblueskies]

"Huh?" Romeo wakes confused into darkness. He can hear sounds, shouts and screams as the camp descends into chaos around him.

He doesn't know what is happening, except he sort of knows the man who is waking up, yelling for him to get up. Romeo scrambles upwards, pushing off his blankets. "I'm up! What's going on sir?"

Was it another distortion? Had something bad happened?

He can't see very well in the darkness but he stumbles over to the entrance, to Esteban.

Mordin SOlus | Red... heading toward Blue now though

[theverymodel]

Camp

Initially, Mordin had stuck to his very important role of being the token medic on Red team. That was before most of their healing contingent happened to also have the sort of abilities that apparently really anger the walking dead.

He's returning to the camps because someone has to. Even if he can only be at one at a time, he can treat people with good old fashioned medicine. Which he's doing, at all hours except for the one he does need to sleep in a given day.

He's also keeping a gun handy. It might not stop the undead, but it will hopefully at least slow them down enough for him to do his job.

[happyends]

Sorry, Mordin, but it seems that instead of as a medic specifically, you are currently needed as a Responsible Adult.

Because at one point in camp, on day 11, Mordin may find a familiar pink-haired girl running right for him - and with worry in her big eyes.

"M-- Mister--!"

Apparently she doesn't even have the time or the breath to actually mention his name. Instead Madoka looks totally out of breath, as if she ran all the way over here out of panic.

"W.. What do we do..? Some of the displaced people here in the camp are starting to fight us.."

Ryo | Orange guesting on Purple | OTA

[fivemilesdeep]

1. Business As Unusual (Poi 10)

There may be tremors, and the war distortions are only getting worse, but that doesn't stop Ryo from working. Someone needs to hold the fort in the camp, and if it has to be him, then he's going to step up to the task.

He can be found putting first aid kits together, helping treat the (increasingly injured) refugees and voidtreckers returning from distortions, breaking up small fights, and generally trying to keep peace and helping.

If you're injured, he'll come find you, the trepidation from earlier days gone and buried under the knowledge that things are getting worse and there's no time for him to be unsure of himself. "Has someone already looked that over?"

If you don't look to be busy or exhausted, you'll find him in front of you. "Do you have a minute?" If your hands are empty, then he's pretty sure that you do, and you can use it helping out same as him.

2. Dead By Dawn (Poi 11, Morning)

It's a sign of just how tired Ryo is that he doesn't wake up in the middle of the night like he usually does; he just collapses into his blanket with Lagos tucked in tightly beside him and sleeps through the night.

Lagos, however, doesn't sleep. Lagos is awake through the night. Lagos hears people moving around when they probably shouldn't be. Lagos sees dawn break, and with it, someone enter Ryo's tent. Lagos sees the knife-

And Lagos screams, loud and awful as he can possibly manage, and for a stuffed bird he is impossibly loud-

Loud enough to make the assailant balk and to startle Ryo awake. Someone he doesn't know is in his tent, standing over him, and he can see the glint of a blade-

Ryo scrambles backwards, out of his blanket, and sweeps his arms forward, bringing the wind with him and collapsing the tent on top of his assailant. For a moment, Ryo forgets where he is - forgets the mission, forgets the train - but he knows what this means in a caravan-

"BANDITS IN THE CAMP!" Lagos may have fallen silent, but now it's Ryo's turn to yell. The camp is in danger and people need to know.

3. In the Name (Poi 11, Afternoon)

The Ministry had called, and Ryo had listened. There wasn't much he could do to protect people, and he didn't want to leave entirely in case he was still needed (though that option is still open if he becomes more of a target than a help), but...well, he knew how to talk to a god.

Next to a tent, a small cloth - likely a towel borrowed from the train - is spread out in a corner, neatly folded at the corners. Set in a line along one side of the cloth are three pieces of paper, folded at the base to stand upright. One has a simple flower drawn on it; the second, a tree; and the third, a skull. Each paper has one of his few remaining muffins placed before it (chocolate chip for the first two, but the last is poppyseed). It's a small shrine with impromptu offerings, but a shrine nonetheless; these gods aren't his gods, but if they're anything like his gods, they'll appreciate the effort.

He's kneeling in front of it, head bowed, talking softly. "Eilifi. Silifi. Merios. We're here to set things right. It's...it's a little crazy, but we're doing what we can, and nobody here likes to give up."

4. Wildcard

[ZOMBIES COMIN' UP THE HELL RIGHT NOW y'all know what to do!]

Shrines

[voidtreckernpcs]

What constitutes as a shrine? Its purpose, be it made of fine marble or a tiny thing made out of sticks and a kid's determination. The meaning and thoughts put behind it, the intention. A gateway; a passage to another, to give blessings or respects; to send prayers better to their destination, with more honour and care.

So do these hold the same effect in this world, made out of the bits and bobs from the train, but all the heart and desire put into it to make it as sincere as any tall temple. Intent is intent, and has some result.

And so will Ryo's makeshift shrine have results.

It's later in the day, perhaps once everyone is finally starting to wrap their heads around all that has changed over the last few days. Ryo will be pinged by his Sense, whatever he may be doing at the time. Some awareness of the divine being nearby...and leading him to the shrine. Like Eilifi, but also- more. Merios? Silifi? It's something, and it will be hard to tell if the shivers of the divinity is a good sign or not.

Masumi Sera | Purple Team | OTA

[tactlesstantei]

No Sanctuary, Part 1

[Masumi isn't a specific target - she has no divinity or blessings, no control over nature, weather, or death - but she's not about to let those who are being targeted fend for themselves in the attack on the camp.

So when she's woken up by the sounds of chaos outside, she's quick to scramble up, alarm chasing off any drowsiness as she rushes out to help with whatever's happening.]

Everyone up! We're being attacked! [Her call draws the attention of one of the attacking refugees, and he lunges towards Masumi, a knife in hand and aimed at her. Startled, she hurriedly reaches for her calming ability to try and calm the man - and it works, giving the chance for Masumi to quickly knock the wind out of him with a punch to the solar plexus.]

Damn it, the refugees?

No Sanctuary, Part 2

[Masumi was supposed to keep her calming ability to a minimum.

Masumi did not do that, and instead used it on any attacker she ran into, in an effort to try and reduce the amount of fighting and injuries involved. As a result, the attackers are starting to actively target her, giving her little time to rest or help others.

Right now she's dealing with two attackers at once, injured, and looking kind of worn out as she struggles to hold them off. Desperation flickers in her face as she looks around for help, anyone who might be able to give her a hand.]

A little help over here?!

Part 2

[redmeguca]

[A snap rings out as enormous spears rise up around the camp, chains running between them to trap the rampaging refugees within a makeshift cage. The tallest spear bends down to right in front of Masumi, depositing Kyoko as she just hops off the head.]

Yo, been a while. How's the whole "keeping calm under pressure" thing been?

Leia Organa | Star Wars | Blue Team - OTA

[motherofresistance]

No Sanctuary

Leia had been feeling an all too familiar sense of dread in the Force recently. Something was shifting, and not in a way that meant anything good, and the additional chaos and distortions were symptoms of it. When she finally managed to settle into sleep, it was light, and fairly restless.

Then, abruptly, she jolted awake to a stab of immediate, sharp warning through the Force. With greater speed and strength and one would likely expect, she caught the wrist of the man who'd been standing over her with a knife, poised to strike. In one smooth motion, she was on her feet, twisting the man's arm behind his back and squeezing his wrist in such a way that he was forced to drop the blade.

It was only then that she blinked out of the Force-induced state of hyper-focus and into full consciousness to take in the chaos around them. Well, kriff... She'd been waiting for the other boot to drop and this was about as dropped as it got. She tried to get a better grip on her struggling would-be assailant while looking around for something that could be used to knock him out or tie him up. Then once he was taken care of, she'd be able able to do her part to try and restore some semblance of order.

She was suddenly very glad she'd brought her lightsaber, though hopefully she wouldn't need to use it.

Re: Leia Organa | Star Wars | Blue Team - OTA

[nobodys_puppet]

Seeing another Voidtreker under attack Xion did for Leia what she wouldn't do for herself. She fight back. She aimed her Keyblade at the man with the knife. "Blizzaga!" she called. She would have used thunder magic, since that was currently her strongest, thanks to Diatu, but she didn't want to hit the Somebody she was supposed to be protecting. So she'd just freeze the assailant in ice and then she swung her Keyblade in at his arm with enough force to break the bone possibly, his grip on his weapon without question. With him frozen and unarmed, Xion turned and started to walk away to see if anyone else needed help...

Whoever that was had this from here, right?

Yondu Udonta | Blue Team Guesting Orange | Closed

[yondu]

No Sanctuary - Closed prompts beneath

There are several of the paranoid bastards on this train that choose to sleep in a state of caution. Yondu is one of them. Probably part of why knowing they just shut down for hours every night doesn't sit right. Out here in missions, though? He can sleep as he pleases- even if that's 'not well'.

It's that one eye open mentality that makes him recognized the sound of rushing feet, jarred awake by a man sprinting into his tent, and when his eyes open there's a knife raised over him. He shouts and kicks them away, a garbled hoarse morning scented noise, not even real words before he whistle and calls his arrow from his holster laying beside the bed.

One person, down. They're followed by another.

These aren't temporal anomalies. These are people he's seen around the camp for days. Ones he's been fine with, to his knowledge. The worst he's encountered is some mild stink-eye and that was exceptionally mild when it comes to looking like a freak in a place. He's low tier weird compared to all the other bullfuckery going on in their lives so why wouldn't someone just exist like they had a difference filter over them, you know?

Yondu's checking the bodies for any sign of ID, or a message or something that might explain it when a woman enters. She's the mother from yesterday. She's got a kitchen knife. Her baby is crying in the distance. The fact that she's not bloody makes him guess that the child is only crying because it was left alone, but it means she's here for him, and that's the moment it really hits him that he can't just be killing these people and something is real fucking wrong. She was in no shape to pick any fights, and yet here she is now, ready to throw down like there's a blood debt. Within a couple of minutes he's choked her unconscious and bound her hands and feet with vines (from an apple that he did some convincing to).

Those distant wails are what stop him from doing the worst other irrational folks, too.

[yondu]

Soldat - Tobirama - Vegeta

After he leaves a message on the SCA, responding to Zagreus's warning, he approaches a wagon with that bastard animal from yesterday. Loads up a couple of equalizers.

Probably the most notable thing about him right now. That coat he always wears? Like from the day he got here and Crowley made him a new version of it? Not here at all. He's just in a Blue Team uniform. His pack isn't with him either, if that should betray anything about his current mindset. Just his arrow on his hip, which he guesses someone would have the decency to pick up should he go down. When he goes down.

He won't lead those things to the kids. He won't tear up the camp trying to fight. He'll lay down these equalizers and he'll just... wait, maybe. Maybe lead some of them away if he lasts long enough. He's not really counting on it, as this is one of the cases where everything is better off when he's out of the picture. (But isn't that every case, though?)

"Alright, you piece of shit," he says to the pack animal that pissed him off early on, heading over to the wagon it's hitched to and checking for any crates in the back. "I at least know you run fast."

[10billionpercent]

No Sanctuary

Senku was a talented man, really, and he hadn't been sleeping a whole lot with the influx of people and his efforts to look after them.

There was a lull, he took a nap, finally. They happened. If there was some kind of crisis, he'd wake up and deal with any injuries.

He'd expect someone to call to him, or shake him or something of that nature to wake him.

Senku was not alone in the tent, there were a couple of refugees staying under his observation and care, and besides, the odds of someone attacking a medic tended to be low.

His luck had always traditionally been horrendous, and his gift he hadn't focused on was not innate.

He woke up with a gasp, a weight on his abdomen and hands at his throat. Instinct told him to cry out, which he did although with someone trying to cut off his air, it wasn't terribly successful. He flailed a little bit, pushing at their shoulders.

[knifewithnoname]

"Be waking up." She burst into another tent, doing her best to get into as many as possible and stir as many voidtreckers as she could. She had no idea why the people they were helping had turned on them but she wasn't going to let any voidtreckers die in their sleep.

She feared she might be too late here as she saw Senku, a person on top of him.

Senku who hated killing. Probably would let himself be stabbed rather than stabbing back. She rushed over to them, knife out and rushed the assailant, trying to tackle them off Senku completely.

Perhaps with variable success, considering she is only a small girl.

EMPORIO | PROMPTS BELOW + WILDCARD

[seacub]

[Prompts will be added here as things go. Most will be closed, but some may be open. Alternatively, treat this comment as a wildcard, and tag with your own idea! For the most part, he'll be anxiously hanging about the camp on Poi 10; Poi 11 is where most of his closed threads will be. Poi 12 is undetermined.]

CLOSED - JOLYNE

[seacub]

They had only been trying to get away.

Jolyne wasn't even a target- her power was her Stand, her Stand was string, nothing relevant to life and death, weather and nature. It had nothing to do with anything.

It was only Strings.

Not like his troubles.

Technically Burning Down the House had nothing to do with this either. His innate power, his 'Phenomenon' type Stand- a thing that had no manifestation- was based in memory not Ghosts.

(What is Time, but Memory?)

Weather Report, as far as they're aware, is what's causing the attraction of the refugees. Perhaps as well Eilifi's blessing, but the fact was, the blessing was only for a day. A spring in his step, something that helped him to keep going and keep moving with a little more zeal. That blessing was gone. Weather Report however...

Weather could create weather patterns. Control them. Guide them. Slip into them as if he were part of it, whatever the thought, that was him. Weather was a part of a soul belonging to a dead man, a piece that had been passed onward so that it could persist through time and be used to avenge 'themself'. And from there, a fragment that remained with the boy who had nothing.

Weather, and Death, wrapped in one- a piping hot target on one boy in orange and red and black's back.

They ran through Kolokifi's domain and almost immediately found themselves in war and wrath as a distortion leapt upon them.

They ran to get away from that, and the Worst happened.

"Hahh...hahh...hah...-!" This isn't how ghost rooms work.

"I...I don't understand," he screams as they move from a room almost immediately to a patch of forest. "G...ghost rooms are rooms..! Burning Down the House shouldn't bring things like this..!"

Weather is agitated. The stand visibly bristles, a pile of cloud roiling in human shape. Magenta eyes turn upward, and gradually they try to manifest that agitation.

"No-" Emporio doesn't know if the storm that comes first is Weather, or someone else- "You can't, not while we're in here..!" And then in panic, turns to Jolyne. "...Hermana, we can't let ourselves get separated..!"

...

And is someone...crying? Shouting..?

Xion - OTA - CR for all the angst. Because Xion.

[nobodys_puppet]

Xion had been at the camp when all the problems started. Probably Axel's fault that she actually rested instead of just going back out to fight more after seeing him at sunset.

So she was there to do for others what she wouldn't do for herself. Fight back.

Her fellow passengers might just find that a tiny girl all in black has leapt between them and the person attacking them, attacking a blow or projectile with her Keyblade. She'd fight, not expecting help from the person she was there to rescue, and once the immediate threat would pass, she'd try to just walk off, without a word. Because why should she expect anyone to want to talk to her? Besides, she was more scared of talking to someone new than she was of fighting whoever this was that was attacking...

[ranoutofbuts]

Only just setting foot into this camp to retire, what Faux thought was a relatively safe base of operations, suddenly turns violent. One of the time distortion refugees attacks him unexpectedly with a knife. He manages to dodge it, but finds himself unsure on how to deal with the user without causing permanent damage. For a uneasy moment, he is drawn back into his own shameful memory of attacking Sam-Flynn almost the same way; a grievous moment of hesitation.

And none of that matters, for as he has his baton-turned-staff ready, the issue is resolved for him. A smaller black covered user he thinks may be one of his crew mates strikes with another weapon of sorts, once, then something comes out from it, striking twice. Faux finishes off the assailant by tripping them over with the plan to hit them over the head, however the user simply slumps down in the dust, having succumbed.

Is the user ok? They aren't moving. His circuits go cold, and a quiver shakes upon them. They were well within their rights, but it still disturbs him. Grabbing the assailant's knife, he tosses it as far away into the desert outside the boundary of the small camp as he can. Thankfully, there are few of these refugees here, if more where like this one.

Faux turns back to who had helped him out only to find a bare spot. From the corner of his eye, he sees black movement past a tent so he follows it. He thinks it may be Xion. A black hood obscures any definitive features and makes it hard to tell. The fact that the user seems to fit the size though...

Not knowing much about users, or the situation, Xion was sure to know more than he does.

"Hey!" calling out, "We need to see if that user is alright."

Spark/Privateer Pirate - OTA - CW: body horror/Gore

[death_from_above]

Unquiet City - Privateer Pirate

You know, when they had gone to Barthis that first time and fought the Chosen, Spark had stayed behind in the inn while the others went to deal with the unholy ritual and sacrifice junk. Dominic had explained, in gory detail, what his necromantic brother, Jacob had done. Including tearing off his own face and vanishing his newly raised dead into the ground. So, newly downed dead? Either way, at the time, Spark had thought it all sounded cool and had been sorry he had missed the adventure.

Now, as Privateer Pirate, seeing what looked a lot like Jacob's handy work for himself, he was... having second thoughts.

"I guess that's one way to get a rise out of a dead audience the flesh golem looking pirate quipped. Several corpses began to float, unable to walk forward but he was kind of... stuck with them now.

And more than kind of wishing that he wasn't currently in a body that looked stitched together from a dozen different corpses...

Najaran - OTA - CW: violence

[najaran]

Unquiet City/No Sanctuary
(what I am going to post works for both, feel free to specify which setting you prefer)

For those used to Najaran by now, they'd probably expect to see her Cards out in force, her monsters fighting their relentless attackers. Except...

They weren't.

She was using one of them, as it turned out, but most people didn't realize that her longsword was a Card. Because usually she only used her creatures. She had a creature heavy book these days, and she liked that.

But Knight and the others were nowhere to be seen. Goligan was dangling from her belt as she did the best she could with her sword.

Two things got in her way. One was that while she was decent with a sword, it clearly wasn't natural to her. She was one who was still learning swordcraft, rather than one seemingly born to the blade. The other... was that she was fighting defensively only, deflecting attacks, but not pressing.

When one attack broke her sword, she dashed behind cover and it vanished into its Card form and returned to her pouch. She drew another Card and summoned a round buckler and started using her shield instead.

For some reason... Najran was not attacking. Not even the obviously undead...

No Sanctuary

[mystic_mongoose]

"Najaran!"

Mina found her dear friend on the defensive and ran to her side, throwing her feet at the attacker.

"Najaran, are you okay? Where are the others?!"

Usagi Tsukino (AU) | Purple Team (but all over the place)

[another_moon]

The Unquiet City

Another distortion, another war-torn city. Usagi sighed as she watched it disappear, pulled away by the Equalizer. This was so disheartening that this world would be torn apart of religion like this. There had to be another way, right?

Heh, probably not.

As she turned to go see what else she could do, she found another distortion some distance away, but this one had an unearthly sight - the soldiers fighting were... reviving? No, it's like they were dead and not dead as they were easily killed, yet they stood back up again soon after.

"...zombies?" she uttered, horrified by the sight.

No Sanctuary

Usagi heard Zagreus' call and knew she was in danger. Death, Weather, Time, Summer, Growth, Life. The power of Pluto was Time and the Silver Crystal was Life. She wasn't sure if Saturn was "Death" or "Destruction" - they both felt the same, and she couldn't make heads or tails of it.

But, while she was in danger, so were the refugees and that wasn't okay at all. Gathering supplies, she left her own message before heading off. They wanted her, then they'd have to come get her.

Of course, that proved easy enough - in her attempt to escape, a group of refugees had gotten lost and came under attack by the zombies. She would easily hold them off to get the refugees away, but the numbers were just a little overwhelming. One would grab her brooch in the scuffle and tried to pull it off of her...

...and Usagi snapped

"LET GO OF MY BROOCH!" she shouted, headbutting the zombie. Her costume unraveled into ribbons again, but she wasn't helpless, not when she could control them now. "NEVER AGAIN! ONLY KYOKO CAN TOUCH IT!" She didn't care how she looked right now, these ribbons were going to lash out on these zombies until they stopped or someone got her out.

[dyingpro]

(( ooc: Continued from here! ))

The prince hears the shout from a mile away, and without hesitation starts Dashing toward the source of the yelling, toward the fighting. It doesn't take him long to come across Usagi, who seems to be handling things well enough on her own with her ribbons. But a helping hand never hurts, right? And these things won't die, not permanently, no matter how many pieces you cut them into. Damn, now he knows what it must feel like for the denizens of the Underworld to fight him over and over.

Zagreus comes out of nowhere, slashing at the nearest creature and knocking it into a few others in the horde. "Run!" He cries, his sword Stygius swinging into the group in front of Usagi, downing a few more for the time being. "I'll be right behind you!" He's more than willing to cover her escape, since he can always just Dash right out of the situation.

[myblueskies]

Eye of the Storm Poi 10

He hadn't meant to wander too far out of the camp but he really hadn't gone far. He was just collecting some firewood when all of a sudden he felt all shivery. It was a strange feeling, a bad feeling as all the hair on his arms and legs stood up.

It started to rain. That was strange because just moments ago the sky had been a beautiful blue colour. But now the rain fell heavily and the wind rushed past his head. It was cold, he had his hoodie on but not his waterproof coat and soon he was soaked through.

Worst of all he couldn't see the camp anymore. Couldn't see anything. "Hello? Can anyone hear me?"

His voice got snatched away by the wind.

Back in Camp Poi 10

After changing his clothes and getting as dry as he could Romeo was once again working around the camp, trying to be as helpful as possible. That distortion had been scary and he knew there were scarier ones out there. That meant he should do his best to help those refuges who had came from them and those voidtreckers that were going into them to close them.

He spotted someone sat by one of the fires and went over to see if they wanted anything to eat or drink.

But his eyes widened when he saw they were injured. "Are you alright? Do you need a bandage?"

(OOC: Would love a volunteer here for Romeo to 'heal' using his Diagad powers. This will essentially involve Romeo transferring the injury from them to himself.)

Eye of the Storm

[mystic_mongoose]

It was pure luck that, in all of the confusion, Mina had seen Romeo wander into the storm. The one that hadn’t been there awhile ago.

That’s not good.

Rushing over to it as it really kicked up, Mina came to a stop and held up her arm to shield her eyes from the rain.

“ROMEO?!” She shouted out.

Rich Goranski | Be More Chill | Orange Team | Camps Poi 10 and 11

[firewalled]

Poi 10 - Never look inward, try not to look upward

So for once, Rich is actually prepared for part of the mission. After a bit of floundering and trying to find his place, Ryo made the call on the SCAs for assistance calming the refugees... and it didn't take long for him to run back and grab his guitar.

He can be found talking to the ones in the camp that seem distrustful, somehow managing not to raise his voice, even if some of them yell at him or blame him for the chaos surrounding this place. He just raises a hand in a placating gesture.

"Hey, don't worry. I get it. I know I'm not the help you're looking for. I won't solve all your problems and I get that."

He lowers his hand then to the strings of his guitar, letting a strum vibrate through the tension in the air.

"But I might be able to just chill with you for a while, if you want? Why don't you sit down?"

Eventually, he's gathered a small group of them to make up something of an audience, listening patiently to whatever songs he can think to sing. He's surprised to find that his music is doing this much to calm them, and he thinks about the conversation he had about Diagad with Ryo for a second before pushing it out of his mind. No sense worrying about that now. He's only going to mess up and piss someone off if he starts getting suspicious.

Rich's music isn't as strong as it was in another world, but if you pass by, it still may tempt you to wander close to listen, rest your weary bones... maybe close your eyes for just a moment.

Poi 11 - Some nights I pray... But usually I'm just trying to get some sleep

It's a scream that wakes Rich, one that he would join if only he had the ability to breathe.

Scrambling into wakefulness, he writhes around in his assailant's grip, eyes wide and panicked as he gasps for air. He doesn't know who this is, but he could have sworn he saw him in the camp. He thought he was calmed down by the time nightfall came... He thought he was helping!

He grunts as he's pushed back against his cot, but when the attacker loosens his grip to reach for a knife, he has just enough sense to take a deep breath, fill his lungs - and shout.

"Get back!" His words are forceful enough, loud enough, that they carry the energy to repel the man backwards, wind knocking him off his feet. Rich grabs his guitar, and though he often prayed since discovering his returning powers that their effects would be weakened, this once he hopes that charming effect is enough.

He rushes out to the camp, looking for fights to break up. He probably looks a little silly with his guitar being his only weapon right now, but he doesn't have much time to reconsider his plan here.

poi 11

[irrationally]

Honestly, with the sheer chaos surrounding the camp right now, it doesn't even really matter what weapon someone is carrying. Anything that can help to defend themselves is a good thing in Alice's opinion - and if anything, the fact that Rich is carrying a guitar of all things helps him to stand out.

It means that when Alice spots said guitar throughout the chaos in this crowd, she knows that it's not just one of these aggressive civilians, but instead someone she knows.

And considering what she knows about Rich, especially the fact that he doesn't seem like a fighter...

She quickly pushes her way through the crowds, over towards where he's standing.

"Rich," she says. Quickly, almost rushed, since chitchat is kind of hard in the middle of everything going on here - but there's a seriousness in her eyes. It's born from concern, though Alice would rather die than ever admit to that. "Are you alright?"

[longforgottenpromise]

Camp Life

Using machines to erase people out of existence because they shouldn't exist at all might lie in a moral grey area but those areas were a quagmire for a kirin. It didn't feel right, to end life even if that life was just an echo of the past, or the future. Time distortions or not...

This mission does not sit easy with him now he fully understands it. Still it is never his way to judge. He is a kirin but he knows that others do not see the world the way he does.

He hasn't gone into any of the distortions. Instead focused on the camps and helping those who they did manage to save. He can be found making food or distributing blankets or even maintaining a fire.

"Do you need any help?"

He is determined to be useful.

Mean and Grean

Of course avoiding distortions means little when the distortions break free. He is currently trying to move as much equipment away from tendrils of vines that have encroached on the camp.

"Be careful, they are dragging people in." He warns anyone nearby who gets too close.

He's trying to move as much as he can, but he has no idea how much further into camp these vines will reach.

No Sanctuary.

He is woken by a weight on him and when he opens his eyes it is to the angry eyes of one of the people he had helped the day before. Angry eyes and a knife at his throat.

The camp smells of blood, it washes over him and Taiki freezes. He can do nothing but lie still, staring at that knife as the noise of fighting reaches his ears.

He does not fight. He cannot fight. It is against his very nature. He could no more raise a hand against this refugee than an earth mammal could sprout wings and fly. "I don't know what you want. But you don't need to threaten me. If you need help... I can..."

He falls silent as the knife pressed against his throat, a bead of blood welling up.

No Sanctuary

[crouching_sin]

The tip of a blade emerges from the torso of the attacker, who looks down at it in surprise. His grip slackens as Naoya pulls the man away from Taiki, retracting the demon dagger and shoving the attacker to the ground.

"Are you unhurt?" His voice is calm - he's glad he remembered to charge his COMP before sleeping last night.

Kyoko Sakura | PMMM CRAU | Team Blue

[redmeguca]

Mean and Green

["Eat it, and when Nature does as it pleases, you can bend it to your will. Pray for yourself you do not meet one with a stronger will controlling it first." The words of the unknown deity (probably Silifi) that gave Kyoko her blessing echos through her mind as she stands just outside the distortion, just out of reach of the grasping vines. She stares into it, disappointment clear on her face.]

Kolokifi. You just can't let go, can you? Hell, that's what this is all about, isn't it? You're holding on to anything and everything you consider "yours" no matter how much suffering it causes them. Well you know what I say? Screw that! Just because you're a god it doesn't give you the right to toy with people's lives like this! You may be powerful... but not being able to let go is a sign of a weak will.

[That said, Kyoko takes the Seed of Nature and bites down on it, swallowing it down in two gulps. Her Soul Gem glows bright, a dome of energy surrounding her as the power of Nature courses through her body and soul. If one were to look into the dome, this is what they'd see:

Kyoko stands at the edge of a forest, looking out at a blue-haired figure in a white cape. The figure walks into the darkness of the forest, vanishing into it, causing Kyoko to reach out and follow her. The forest catches aflame behind them, the raging inferno reducing the forest- and everything in it- to ash.

Yet, the destruction gives way to new life. Under the watchful gaze of the full moon, a seed sprouts from the ashes. The sprout grows and grows until it's a full tree in it's own right. On the tree grows a fruit, an apple. It gets bigger on the branch until it's bigger than an ordinary apple can be, bigger than a person. The stem snaps, the apple falling to the ground.

It smashes against the ground, breaking apart and revealing Kyoko in the fetal position, dress now green and her hair tied back with vines. She stands, determination clear in her gaze. She holds a hand above her head and her spear forms, but the magic shifts at the last second. What should be a spearhead glows green instead of red and shifts to a curved blade, the end of a scythe. Kyoko grasps her new weapon and turns, cutting down the tree she grew from in a single swing.

Anyway, enjoy this new rate-up banner for Druid Kyoko, Nature elemented.]

Re: Kyoko Sakura | PMMM CRAU | Team Blue

[another_moon]

[Usagi spotted the distortion nearby and ran towards it, not realizing that Kyoko was there looking in. As she got there, she found her girlfriend chomping down on the seed and being covered in green energy. Once the energy dies out, she blinks as she sees Kyoko in a green version of her outfit, her spear now a scythe.

She'll slowly approach Kyoko, awed by it]

Wow, so cool...

Persephone | Lore Olympus | Orange. Ish.

[springforth]

A. Mean and Green (Closed to Zetta)

Persephone had, in the interests of taking the gods at their word, not gone into this distortion alone. Not that they had told her to bring a friend. They'd just told her it was dangerous to go in Kolokifi's domain. Going into a distortion is probably even more so.

She grips his hand tight as she steps through and looks around.

"It's so hot."

Persephone floats up to touch a leaf, hissing when it tries to stick and twist around her fingers and hand. Well fine then. She shakes her hand out as if she was just snapped at by a dog rather than attempted kidnapping. Turning away from the plant, she digs out the equalizer and tries to start it up without actually having to set it on the ground.

"Be careful, it's all alive. Well, more alive, the moving sort of alive--" The words stop as Persephone goes still at the sound of feminine laughter, turning in a slow circle. Then she looks at Zetta uneasily.

"You heard that right?"

B. No Sanctuary

Persephone jerks awake to the feeling of a hand on her throat. For a long moment, she's frozen, out of her body, out of her mind. This isn't happening at all, is it? It's a bad dream. It's not happening. Then her lungs start to burn and she snaps back to herself. She kicks out, up, anywhere, heedless of who might be on top of her. Is it a shade, is it Apollo, is it someone else entirely? It doesn't matter. Vines sprout through the whole tent, wrapping around her assailant, tugging them off, until she can breathe again.

One breath, then two, then a scream as another person enters the tent. She doesn't want to hurt anyone, she doesn't, but it's instinct to stop them however she can. Thorns, sharp. inches long, rip from the vines into skin. She has to block out their cries of pain as she grabs her bag and scrambles backwards. Then--then up. The tent rips around her as her vines shoot up before her, a riot of sharp green growth soon engulfing was left of her tent. She doesn't stop until she's several feet up, dangling midair. It's then she realizes still dressed in pajamas, sweaty and her hair trailing a few feet below her. She doesn't even have shoes on. Is it stupid to worry about shoes right now? Then the noise around starts flooding back in.

"What--" She spots someone in trouble and sends a curl of vines around their attackers feet, yanking them off balance.

B

[happyends]

".. huh?"

It's a surprised little noise that comes from the girl when she realises that the person who was lunging at her for an attack suddenly isn't there anymore. Madoka, who was covering her eyes in fear, slowly removes her hands from her face to spot that her assailant indeed isn't standing in front of her anymore.

Instead she spots him laying there on the ground, vines wrapped around his feet, which the man is frantically tugging at to try and get them off him.

Unsure of where the vines came from, Madoka quickly scrambles to her feet, looking around, until she spots one of the few people she knows who can suddenly make plants appear nearby. Her eyes go wide with surprise and relief.

"M-Miss Persephone..!"

Cassie Cage | Team Purple

[nutkrusher]

I. Bad Vibes at Camp

Cassie's been all over the place for this mission (even if her mun hasn't). Shit, it feels like she's been on every corner of this world. She was hoping to get some rest in when she got back to camp.

But she's not resting. She can't. Instead, she's seated at the edge, looking off into the distance.

Anyone else who can sense energy should be able to guess why.

II. The Unquiet City

Cassie might be inclined to say that a city infested with the restless dead makes her feel right at home. But that would just be a half-assed joke. She fuckin' hates zombies.

And you'll be able to see it if you happen to be one of the people setting up equalizers near her. She is not holding back. Green light surges from her body, as do bullets from her gun (when there aren't live people in the way). Odds are pretty high you're in the splatter zone for this one.

Sorry.

III. No Sanctuary

There is one and only one advantage to not being able to fall asleep: no one has to wake you up. She's armed and moving before most anybody else. Being alert to the situation takes only a little bit longer.

But she's not looking for friends. Right now, she's looking for enemies.

She stomps hard on the ground, startling the frenzied refugees. In an instant, they all turn towards her - and many of them begin to charge her.

As soon as they get close, she darts into the air, leapfrogging the danger before dashing footfirst into the edge of the fray.

"WOOOOP woopwoopwoop woop woop!"

And if that isn't enough of a distraction, hopefully her Three Stooges noises will help.

If not, a little help from one of the other Voidtreckers wouldn't be amiss.

The Unquiet City

[silver_eyes_rose]

“Woah, easy!” Ruby said. She got tangled up in the distortions and began fighting towards Cassie when she nearly got splattered.

“Freaky, I know, but…”

wei wuxian | the untamed | blue team

[weifinder]

the unquiet city: talisman flag duty

Wei Wuxian might have been working on talisman flags of the kind that were invented posthumously by himself (he will deadpan anyone who says that his inventions were not in fact run wildly with once he 'died,' because that started before he'd even 'passed'), but at present, he does not have those on him.

In fact, to anyone from home, this might be strikingly familiar, because Wei Wuxian running around in a shirt he's painted his own blood on to form the characters for the attract 'evil' talisman. Oh, he tried playing, to zero results. He tried to see if there were any 'blessings' that acted like powers, but no! So he is not a living lure, keeping angry warriors off the group setting up the equalizer.

"Coming through!" He shouts, literally running past in a polo shirt and pants and boots, with his own miniature mob trailing after. He's at least armed with... some kind of gun? Does he know how to use that. (Yes, but very recently, and this is all rather absurd anyway.)

You are, of course, welcome to help. Invited to, even. Or to get the equalizer up already. He isn't picky!

no sanctuary: no scrubs

In the course of dealing with another of the time displaced refugees acting out in rather violent ways, here, out of seemingly nowhere, is Wei Wuxian slamming into a refugee and tangling them to the ground.

"Quick! Find something to bind them with! Someone's working on setting up an equalizer, but we've half an incense stick before that's done!"

So, seven minutes or so, up to fifteen?

the other great equalizer: alcohol

In the process of getting the camp picked up for moving yet again after the refugees have been calmed, Wei Wuxian emerged with a shining, saving grace: alcohol.

And now he's offering it to you.

"I don't know about you, but I can use a drink after everything that's been happening."

If you're a Lan, or Tidus, he'll add, "But just one." Then wink.

alcohol!

[fennu]

Jiang Cheng only looks vaguely miserable, which might be an improvement on his general mood more than half the time.

There's no stopping the scowl that settles on his face when he sees Wei Wuxian gallanting around and offering people alcohol, but he's also clearly not in the position to say no to it - not when he can reach out and take it, trying to keep his huffing under control. It's not as easy as it looks.

"You could always use a drink."

And he is still cursed with an idiot for a brother.

lan jingyi (au) | purple, helping everywhere

[jingyeets]

eye of the storm: ride the dragon

Once within the storm, Jingyi doesn't waste time; he's stripped and shifted dragon as soon as he can, meaning there's 25 metres of dragon turning to the people he's with and saying, "Get on, I can fly us through to the eye."

Because if nothing else, he knows storms, air is his element, he can protect and warm people, and this is going to go far faster if he hauls them all out there than if he goes it humanoid form.

no sanctuary: dragon limits

It's when refugees attack that he does what he can to cut down on damages, only in a more unconventional manner. There someone is, being targeted, when Jingyi steps in.

As a twenty-five metre long dragon, who dips his head down, gently and swiftly collects his fellow Voidtrecker in his teeth, and lifts them up and out of reach of their assailant. While his scales are rather ineffectually stabbed at.

"Hhhissss hish reediicuuuous!"

no sanctuary;

[deferences]

Sizhui's still completely baffled as to why the refugees have suddenly turned and started attacking them, but despite this, he doesn't hesitate to protect those who need it. He's sporting a cut on his cheek from one attacker, a bruise across his throat from another and there's someone coming toward him now where he's standing with his guqin ready; although it feels real bad, fighting individuals he'd been helping not that long ago, he'd feel even worse if innocents got injured during the crossfire.

Fingers strum deftly over strings, sending out a burst of magic that momentarily incapacitates one assailant, but following close behind is another, readying their weapon. Before he can prepare another attack, his feet are abruptly leaving the ground, earning a surprised gasp and causing both of his arms to wrap tight around his instrument. Sizhui curls slightly into himself, attention downcasted to the refugee who's attacking dragon scales though to no avail, then he glances backward over his shoulder at Jingyi, brow furrowed.

“You can say that again!” But maybe do not, just in case he accidentally slips out of Jingyi's mouth.

Idia Shroud | Orange Team | OTA

[flameinthedarkness]

Mean and Green
He’s so done with this place. All of it. It’s kind of felt good doing something, and there was currency on the line, but Idia is so over this. He just wants to go back to the train and rest. But if this gets him there faster then he’ll do it, he’ll ‘help out’.

And in a way this was a way to deal with his frustration and anger of this all; burning his way through the vines and flowers that spread over the land. He’s less cautious with his magic this time, less reserved than he had been so far, calmly walking through the thick layers of plants as he burnt down everything in his path.

“Careful about getting too close.” He warns those that came with him to try and figure out what was going on. “I don’t want to burn you.” It’s said as his fire continues to spread out around him, an arch reaching out in front of where he walked and creating a wide cone of burnt and destroyed plant matter in front of him, before he stepped over the destruction, crunching it under foot.

Wildcard

[eternalinquiry]

Between Moments
Sometimes, it's all you can do to take a moment. For Wangji, it's staring into the worrying camp food that comes out a shade of brown no matter what goes into it. Now is the time if anyone wants to chat or try and take a breather between the distortions that are only getting worse.

Eye of the storm
Wangji doesn't feel the cold like everyone else, powerful cultivation acting like a large thick coat that stops the worst of everything until others are essentially freezing. He isn't going to go that far in, he's trying to check who has gone in and has yet to come out. He will show you the list;
"Do you think the first wave has been in there too long?"

mean and green
Somehow, he is reminded of a movie with a singing plant trying to take over the world. He's mostly moving stuff out of effected areas that is too heavy for normal humans, herding people away from the vines, or fighting them off with any large and sharp implement he can find. You will come across him with the latter, hacking at a large vine that twined around a civilian and pulling it apart with bare hands when that is too ineffective.
"Do you have a better method for dealing with these? I am missing my sword."

No sanctuary
Wangji startles awake a split second before someone he had to shove back into a distortion attacks him by trying to choke him. He bolts upright and sends them crashing out through the side of his tent, tearing a hole and revealing the chaos outside it. He's panting and sweating, the most dishevelled he has appeared in company for some time. He staggers outside and does his best to slap restraining talismans on every irrational refugee, rendering them immobile at least temporarily, or knocking them unconscious with a few well placed blows.
"Has anyone found an equaliser?" He calls as he knocks out another one.