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escordvi2024-08-14 06:21 am
menaceunleashed) wrote in escordvi2024-08-14 06:21 am
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Megamaki Madness
Who: Everybody who signed up.
Status: Closed
Where: A small island near the current position of Eltrut.
What:The Desert Wind has been found. A number of brave folks strike out to rescue the prisoners rumored to be subjected parasitic horrors...
Warnings: Violence, Bugsnax body horror. Any additional ones will be tagged in their respective threads.
The night is still and quiet but for the movement of the waves, and the slow bobbing of the ship docked at the island's quiet shores. The dock is small, but stretches out into the dark waters as if trying to distance the land as far from the ship as possible; almost as though it recognizes it as danger.
Anathema.
The ship itself is slim and sleek; meant to cut through waves like a blade as opposed to smash through like a club. Strong designs are painted along to the side, and a foreign script declares its name in its Captain's birth tongue-
Desert Wind.
Rumors have led that said Captain has been utilizing prisoners as the means to grow an army- whether or not they're true? Has yet to be determined. Intelligence has revealed that the Captain more or less keeps to himself and his ship, ignoring most bounties and the like to instead focus on his own private matters. While he's been seen in ports conducting business and the like, for the most part, it's been surprisingly mundane- aside from some black market dealings. And though it has been confirmed he commands a Megamaki - a great sushidragon that follows his ship like a loyal hunting hound - it is nowhere in sight on this dark night, not a ripple in the water to betray its presence.
And yet.
There is a tension in the air, so thick one could choke on it. The silence is, at best, oppressive. And the stillness?
It is the calm before the storm.
[OOC; Headers will be posted for each section. Any questions can go on the original post.]
Status: Closed
Where: A small island near the current position of Eltrut.
What:The Desert Wind has been found. A number of brave folks strike out to rescue the prisoners rumored to be subjected parasitic horrors...
Warnings: Violence, Bugsnax body horror. Any additional ones will be tagged in their respective threads.
The night is still and quiet but for the movement of the waves, and the slow bobbing of the ship docked at the island's quiet shores. The dock is small, but stretches out into the dark waters as if trying to distance the land as far from the ship as possible; almost as though it recognizes it as danger.
Anathema.
The ship itself is slim and sleek; meant to cut through waves like a blade as opposed to smash through like a club. Strong designs are painted along to the side, and a foreign script declares its name in its Captain's birth tongue-
Desert Wind.
Rumors have led that said Captain has been utilizing prisoners as the means to grow an army- whether or not they're true? Has yet to be determined. Intelligence has revealed that the Captain more or less keeps to himself and his ship, ignoring most bounties and the like to instead focus on his own private matters. While he's been seen in ports conducting business and the like, for the most part, it's been surprisingly mundane- aside from some black market dealings. And though it has been confirmed he commands a Megamaki - a great sushidragon that follows his ship like a loyal hunting hound - it is nowhere in sight on this dark night, not a ripple in the water to betray its presence.
And yet.
There is a tension in the air, so thick one could choke on it. The silence is, at best, oppressive. And the stillness?
It is the calm before the storm.
[OOC; Headers will be posted for each section. Any questions can go on the original post.]
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"I trust I'd be better than that." A confident answer before he half turns towards the direction of the voice. "Come now, why bother to hide in the shadows? Might as well have a chat, eh?"
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"Captain's also down below, of course."
The voice managed to come from one side, and then another. Reaper really pushing a line with what he had managed to learn with the mixture of that dark magic and what came naturally with the genetic fuckery cocktail of nanites mixed within as if it was all one.
Still, wasn't that hard for a bit of that 'fog' to part as Reaper held up one of the ship's lanterns, the fire starting to glow an eerie red. Better to see in that darkness-
"What got you roped in, Cid?"
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"I could ask the same to you, Reaper." Still remaining relaxed, Cid looked towards the parting where Reaper stood. "You didn't strike me as the type to be involved in something like this."
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There was a glowing glint of red within the otherwise empty sockets of that mask Reaper tended to wear, setting the light down on a bit of cargo he had been leaning against. Easiest place to watch when he could 'see' through the dark fog, after all.
"Better to run a bunch of kids through a maze than send them into waiting jaws, and I know well how to play the bad guy."
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"...You're deliberately misdirecting them so they don't get hurt."
It did make sense. Despite the fog, he didn't really feel much threat to his life, no hidden guards or traps that could have ambushed him. And to walk off the side of the ship, well. The water isn't so deep that someone couldn't swim or be pulled ashore by those still there. In that sense, he could appreciate Reaper's efforts, however...
"But that still leaves the one behind all this."
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"There'll be those who will get to him, don't worry about that." Even if he was watching- "Can't have eyes everywhere if I'm doing my 'job' up here after all." Sounds around and below, and Reaper was keeping track as well as he could. The hired hands and a certain cat all tucked away out of danger once he had figured out what was going on.
Had enough time to prepare once the notice had gone up- "Might want to worry about the people being force-fed parts of a parasite, though."
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"And should one have such concern, I wonder where you'd try to prevent me from going."
If there were others already making their way to ringleader of all this, then Cid was more than willing to deal with the other part of this mission—rescuing the victims before it was too late.
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There was a pull of something from under that coat of his, one of those large shotguns- but not aimed. A metal claw rested just against the ring around the trigger, letting the barrel prop against one of his shoulders. Just a sign he was likely going to make a little noise sooner or latter- some parts needed to be heard, after all.
"Still below, but not hard to find given they tend to scream while awake," a brief pause- "Or perhaps the better word for it is plead, promises to repent. Nasty little group collected for it before they turned. Less a brig, and more 'guest rooms' with what this ship used to be."
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"Is that to say these victims are not so "innocent"?" Not that he would think they would still deserve such a fate...
...Well, all right, he could think of a few cases, but they would still be a threat to others. However, if he had to do a mercy killing, that would help absolve some guilt.
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"Some still will try, because they hold on to the pure, naïve thought killing makes them just as bad, or whatever some young punks spout off in their bouts of heroics." Some people needed killing, while others could stand a chance. That choice- "Spread out as they are down there? Might only have time to snag one.
"Guilty, or a chance?"
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"Even so, if they're not "saved" there's the risk they get loose and someone else is infected."
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"Up for a game and a dance? Can make it look good," that hint and warning. This wouldn't be quiet, but Reaper wasn't really doing this to stop Cid. Oh no, this needed to at least be an act; something that could push the sounds of needing to retreat.
Could also get him moving in the right direction.
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"I only have one preferred partner for dancing, but for this, I can make an exception."
Lightning crackles from his fingertips along with a slight nod, signaling that he's read the message loud and clear.
Take the lead, Reaper!
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Acted as both a warning, and that he was still willing for that little talk some time ago; life certainly happened no matter the world someone was in, after all.
Two shots, one close to where Cid stood and the other cutting through fog in a way that lit up the area. A show of just how good of a shot Reaper was with weapons more suited for close range, and what he could do to sort of help lead the man where he needed to go in order to be headed the right way.
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When it comes, he jump back for good measure despite knowing it won't hit, and seeing the path he'll take it—but not without casting a few bolts of lightning towards Reaper. They won't hit him, but they will put on a pretty light show with more booming thunder to help cover any other sounds.
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Moving along the deck, Reaper was making sure to keep them both moving; on his own toes, using the fog to his advantage and perhaps showing the reason it was there at all.
"Able to pick a lock?" To the right, the side of a shotgun moving as if it were a clubbing weapon. Slow enough Cid could dodge the strike.
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"I have a few ways, but I find a nice bolt works better than a pick."
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"How do you feel about an express trip down?"
There was a hole forming, a few well placed 'missed' shots and the weight of movement. That 'fog' shifting a bit to help show off the damage that had bee created even as Reaper moved to avoid the lightning.
"Always the long way to putting a bolt into action, too."
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"Perhaps I could do a bit of both? After all, lightning tends to strike down."
With their combined efforts, that would surely create a nice hole for him to "fall" through.
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"When you're ready."
The creaks of straining and damaged wood was easy enough, how it whined under weight and just waiting for that final strike to send it crashing down.
"Separate rooms, can't miss the noise they make."
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As he prepared his levin, he looked over at Reaper one last time.
"Let's have a nice chat over drinks after this, eh?"
He will only wait for Reaper to respond before he slammed his fist down against the weakened floorboards and released a powerful bolt of lightning that should be more than enough to send him down to the level below.
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Cid would find himself in a hallway, a few cargo boxes and bags stacked up- and of course some knocked away from the shock and landing.
Reaper wasn't kidding about the noise; the screams and cries of men praying for some release from the hell. To not be forced to sleep there again, and some even wishing for sleep at all given the severe nightmares they'd been suffering. All behind locked doors of- well, just looked like spare living quarters that hadn't been taken up by the crew. Partly used as storage before all of this.
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"...Bloody hell."
That definitely was more than he expected. But after a quick glance up, he knew he needed to get to work, so from here he would try to find the ones that could be saved first. The others...well, he would do need to be done if they were too far gone, but if a life can saved, even if it was a life that would later be in jail, then he would.
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or just have a very strong aversion to any sort of sushi. Not that any of them were a sight anyone was ready to see after so long being force fed pieces of the Megamaki. Hard to tell they were human at all, save for the personoid shape and still very human eyes. Even their teeth and nails were rice.Those who pleaded for help, or could communicate at all once they saw someone new, at least made it easier to tell who could be saved despite appearances.
The others? Well- more attempted roar and aggression than not.