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Fissures of Time: Ongoing

FISSURES OF TIME: ONGOING

... 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.

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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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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!"

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!)

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!)

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.

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?

Edited 2022-01-19 22:44 (UTC)

“No, they just showed up out of nowhere!” Nozomi said. “Like… like someone summoned them!”

This doesn’t make any sense!

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!"

Edited 2022-01-20 01:57 (UTC)

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.

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!]

Edited (New prompt? New prompt.) 2022-01-20 08:45 (UTC)

For obvious reasons, the chief provisions officer of Team Purple has been just as involved in distribution as Soldat has. She sets another row of beef cans on the distribution table and shoots him a dry smirk.

"Kinda funny how people still try to tell me this isn't an army when we're even starting to eat like one."

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?!

Edited 2022-01-21 03:03 (UTC)

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.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” Mina replied. “This one looks way too dangerous to race off like it’s nothing.”

Exciting? Yes. Dangerous? Of course. Reckless? Not her style.

She returns the nod and follows suit, the strange storm hitting them good.

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.

Edited 2022-01-20 06:32 (UTC)

"I'm fine." He didn't need to eat honestly. Food for the blonde was now very different from what it use to be. Once it was something to keep one sustained and alive, but now it was more for a pleasure thing now and again even if it tastes different.

"Do you need me to ask around the camp for those who might be hungry?"

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.

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."

As terrible as a warzone could be, being immediately engulfed and blinded by a giant storm is now on his 'do not want' list. Even Flynn's worst self-created weather mishaps hadn't been this extreme.

A deluge of rain spears into his grid-suit, and he is further buffeted by strong winds, hardly anything can be heard above the howl, little lone see what's in front. He's having trouble keeping a steady footing in this water, and he worries how Mina will fare, or if they should simply bail, and reassess their options.

He turns to where he thinks Mina is, "I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS!" Maybe some of it was heard? Hopefully she can see his glowing circuitry.

Ok, it's time for his helmet. He actives his helmet and it cuts down on some of the annoyance. Doesn't do so much for anything else. The only positive is regardless of the less than stellar weather, is his relief from the oppressive heat from outside. At least he's cool enough now for optimal performance.

"This is not cool!"

They're not words said at Soldat, perhaps they don't even catch them, but Tidus is amidst the group keeping the soldiers away from those setting the equalisers. A little more time, a little more time; Tidus knows they need to distract these things (things? humans? --things) just a little longer, but-

But his stomach is doing flips, and this is the first of these he's distortions he's appear in. Pale-faced even with his sun-kissed skin, and the way he slashes out with his blade is weak, unsure. A warrior or what used to be one without a blade reaching out with a hand missing fingers, plant growth coming out from the exposed muscle.

Tidus tumbles back onto his butt. He's dealt with the dead, but- but not like this.

“I AGREE!” Mina shouted. This was not what she expected at all! This storm was insane and she could barely see in front of her, save for Faux’s outlines.

She holds up her robotic arm and lets her hand glow with magic, green energy trying to cut through the storm.

“YOU SEE ANYTHING NOW?!”

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.

[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.]

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..?

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?

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...

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Fissures of Time: Ongoing

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

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

Nozomi Yumehara | Purple Team (but elsewhere)

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no sanctuary

Re: no sanctuary

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

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

Ryo | Orange guesting on Purple | OTA

Mission Prep

Masumi Sera | Purple Team | OTA

Eye of the storm

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Leia Organa | Star Wars | Blue Team - OTA

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Yondu Udonta | Blue Team Guesting Orange | Closed

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EMPORIO | PROMPTS BELOW + WILDCARD

CLOSED - JOLYNE

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

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