reapsthewind: (that's commander starscream to you)
Christobel Starsky / Commander Starscream ([personal profile] reapsthewind) wrote in [community profile] savetheearth2013-06-12 06:25 pm

SAGE PARTY GO

Who: frankly anybody, even if you're new
What: Going to explore a mine! Finding a Sage who claims to know what's going on! Except...
Where: abandoned coal mine
When: Wednesday during the day. SKIP CLASS, I GUESS.

I figure we'll just start with Chris' team doing exploration, until the modly folk decide to show up with the Sage himself, and then... go from there.

THE SAGE SPEAKS

[personal profile] divinorum 2013-06-16 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"SILENCE!"

The Sage's gravelly voice echoes through the cavern.

He pauses for a moment, possibly for dramatic effect.

"Many have come," the Sage says. "Many. Enough, perhaps, that my truth may be understood. But not enough to face the growing dark.

"I am the Sage of Earth. I speak for the Earth that has chosen you to defend it. Our enemies are utterly alien. Inhuman. Incomprehensible. In the distant past they ruled this sector of space; now, they want it back. To what end? Who among us can know? Their dark purposes are as alien to us as the thoughts of the Earth itself.

"More are coming. Your time is short, chosen ones. Deep within this mine is one of seven Gems of Earth. Collect them. Forge the seal. You cannot hope to defeat the old ones, but you just might manage to keep them out."

The Sage pulls a deep breath, then throws his head back. His face is visible for the first time: a worn, unshaven, dirty face. His eyes roll into the back of his head. His hands grasp at the rock. The ground trembles below.

All will hear a distant, prolonged crash. The Sage crumples to the ground, eyes glassy and wide. Below his robe are the filthy layered rags of a homeless man. He breathes out and does not breathe in again.



Chirp. Chirp. Chirpchirpchirp.

From the ceiling, a cloud of bats swarms the party. No ordinary bats, of course: their fangs are longer and sharper, they have a two-foot wingspan, and their eyes glow red. (Of course their eyes glow red.) In the mouth of all tunnels leading out of the chamber are Vermidi: four-foot creatures completely covered in matted hair, with long needle-like fingers.

Finally, the main entrance to the mine has collapsed.

[ooc: Feel free to NPC the Vermedi yourselves: each has the combat ability of a trained military operative, a five-year-old's intelligence, and a sadistic streak. The bats are not Vermini but ordinary bats infected by the Vermedi. Also, though the cave-in was limited to the main entrance of the mine, the tunnels have been weakened in other places.

ICly, mine explorations took place from Wednesday the 12th on. The Sage was found and the trap was sprung on Saturday the 15th.
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Edited 2013-06-16 18:15 (UTC)
professorwolf: (shocked)

[personal profile] professorwolf 2013-06-16 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Lyall's first instinct is to bound-- or, well, jog; Lyall isn't really in much shape to be bounding-- to the fallen man's side. He checks first for a pulse, though his nose wrinkles at the smell. "This man hasn't had a bath in... a very long time. And... and I think he's dead!"

For the moment, the note of panic in his voice and the smell of the homeless "Sage" is overpowering the rest, though the bats swooping down will fix that in a minute.
hollowleg: shocked (☼ and I started staring at the passenger)

[personal profile] hollowleg 2013-06-16 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dead?! He's DEAD? But I still don't understand what he said! Any of it! And what was that noise? The rumbling!"

Shiro seemed not to be taking any of this well. And what was worse, he could feel that all too familiar and dreadful vertigo. However, that is not what he is focused on. Instead, after his little rant, he's looking up at the ceiling.

"... Uh.... Bats..." he pointed up, just in time to have one swoop down and try and take his hand with it. "Shit! Screw the gem, we need to get out of here!" he said as he put his helmet back on and pulled his bike jacket up around his neck for protection.

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scramasax: (1. Pre: Why this cannot be happening)

[personal profile] scramasax 2013-06-16 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Mr. Lyall!

The call was poised to make. Its physical formation failed to go through. Only a puff of breath went through as Anthony stumblingly flung himself forward - stiff and straining limbs ignored, heart feeling not fast but resounding and hard - up into the path of the huge bats bearing down, seax squeezed tight and held like a cross with a fixed but uncertain desperation for something between them and his face.

They knifed and angled and one went for his sword arm, sinking in its teeth, and another for its opposite shoulder and he felt the points of pain and didn't care because he knew he could afford it and a grim but held thought of why - the one on his arm's teeth loosened a bit as he swung to hack at the wing of the one on his shoulder, and was thrown off as he spun to graze one of the ones that had dove behind him.

Then he felt a pulse and a wave of wooziness and he willed himself to stay moving - he swung again as an image lit up sun-bright in his head of some old place, an afternoon, sauntering intently with a tube in his hand to be given with honor as vital to someone of magnificent importance - and he was back again, in the cave with the bats, Mr. Lyall, and all of the others - they were there, too, correct - the bats were nothing!

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odd_jobs: (What?)

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Tadashi is watching the entrances first, and finds himself backing up, heart pounding. What ARE those things even? The aliens? Is it really aliens?

Then the first, and second enormous bat drops from the ceiling and flutter into a soaring circle in the small cavern. He jumps forward a few steps, ducking under the squeaks and shrieks of bats to be heard. He didn't pay much mind to the passing, thin scratches, or the vertigo that followed it, adrenaline took the edge off of all of the peripherals. "Teach! Heads up!"

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not_good_not_wicked: (Oh fuck she looks mad)

[personal profile] not_good_not_wicked 2013-06-16 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Marisa had eventually been convinced to stop shouting wild accusations at the sage and listen, but now she was actually starting to think he might actually not be their enemy. Then he had gone ahead and died after spouting off a bunch of stuff about gems.

Before she could even process that, she was hit by a whirlwind of memories. Full of light and sound and chaos. It took a second for her to even realize that they were under attack, by which point she was already in the middle of a cloud of bats.

About two seconds of panic actually helped bring her back to the real world, after which point she got a grip. There were flickering shapes in the air everywhere, moving every direction. It was... Actually, surprisingly simple. The Vermidi were closing in too, but in her mind she could easily plot the courses of every bat and every monster in the room. Marisa jumped and dodged her way through the chaos, for the moment staying half a step ahead of the stabbing claws that were trying to close in on her.
mightymegatron: (its gonna be one of those days)

[personal profile] mightymegatron 2013-06-17 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Matthew ducks under a bat and then flails out at one with a flashlight. He connects and hears something fleshy thump off to one side. It's pure chaos, but for once he's glad he has these new eyes. They see extremely well in the dim light, after all. He finds himself next to a young blonde woman and he snags at her arm - where's Chris? No, not enough time - "We have to get out of here! Now!"

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thepiisatruth: (kitten is angry full of discontentment)

[personal profile] thepiisatruth 2013-06-16 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Shawn froze tight. He braced himself, turned on his heel, and made to sprint. He ran directly into a cloud of beating, rustling, chittering bats and he lashed out swinging madly with the thing that had appeared in his hand, hearing wings and bodies smack into hard, flat plastic.

His hand slipped and thumb pressed a protrusion flat - and a voice that sounded precisely like his barked, with the filter of a recording, "SINE!"

He waved the thing hard to a stop in front of him, glaring through his shades and through the bats while jerking and snarling as teeth pierced his back - a megaphone?

"COSINE! TANGENT!" the recorded voice that sounded like his shouted.

He jerked the megaphone closer in, and shouted, full-voice, all the contents of filled lungs, "SCREW OFF!"

A few of them reeled in the air. Nearly all of them drew away. He wheeled, sucked another breath in hard, and let out another incoherent roar. A gap appeared as the bats drew back, opened space, and he ducked into it, keeping close to the wall - where something else seized and raked the megaphone arm as if he'd caught it in a trap of six-inch nails. He hissed.

A hollow feeling opened up in his chest. His head felt cold. Everything felt cold, his heart stopped and his limbs hissed and buzzed helplessly and motionlessly like doused fires and his consciousness rose out from internal to external dark, where his yellow eyes were widened with outrage and he snarled, tearing his arm excruciatingly out of the little white-eyed gremlin's claws and bashing it with the megaphone full-strength. Don't be stupid, Shawn Minamoto. Don't be fucking stupid, I am not gonna die from garbage like this!

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Fuck, you've gotta be kidding me...

Chosen. Sage of the Earth. Gems of the Earth. Forge the Seal. What the hell? Despite everything that had happened over the past two months, Kenji's initial response to the Sage's words was utter disbelief. This was like something out of a really bad video game, and he just couldn't quite wrap his mind around it. Or believe it.

The bats, however, seemed real enough.

As one swooped toward him, out of reflex he swung his flashlight, connecting and knocking it to the cavern floor where it shuddered a moment before stilling. Hopefully dead, but possibly just stunned.

Edited (Because I fail. At everything) 2013-06-16 22:52 (UTC)

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Gomez had been so distracted for his first two Echoes, that he didn't recognize the feeling. He still doesn't, really, when one occurs. When his heart beats quickly and hard at the Sage's sudden crumble and the rumble in the tunnels, he thinks it's fear, and he dives instinctively off his person's, Alex's, shoulder, bolting back the way they'd come.

Unfortunately, there's vermedi there. He gives a yowl of fright as one takes a swipe at him, and scampers back towards Alex again, fur all a-fluff and tail like a bottlebrush.

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happybirthdaytoyou: (serious face)

Re: THE SAGE SPEAKS

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This-- this is not how this was supposed to go. At all. Once the weird feeling passes through him, Eugene uses a paper napkin to wipe off his cake knife and hand it to Mort. He then takes the marble rolling pin from the totebag and holds it at ready.

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peacefulwinter: (I have reservations about this...)

[personal profile] peacefulwinter 2013-06-17 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
As the Sage collapses, Winter is distantly aware that something is very, very wrong with this whole situation. She's also acutely aware that, as the chamber fills with bats and Vermedi guard the exits, she has zero capacity to fight.

Just to make it even more sure, she hears the sound of her own heart beating in her ears - wait, no, different heartbeat; she also hears her own heart hammering - and feels the sensation of being empty, for just a moment. When it clears, there's a slightly warm softness in her arms: a plushie she's never seen before and wasn't carrying when she came in.

Basically, she's doomed, but at least she has something cute and huggable to make it all better...? "S-someone... I d-don't... I don't want to...!"

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caosgo: (to make room for the other presence)

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Emmanuel doesn't move, at least not consciously--he sways as the bottom drops out of his stomach, and his heart pounds in his ears. The knuckles of the hand gripping his phone are white, and there's a sudden weight in the other, cold and smooth. It's a metal blade about the length of his forearm, and the highly polished surface glints with whatever light is left in the cavern.

He hasn't quite processed the danger yet, however, or his new acquisition, and all he does is grip it automatically so it doesn't fall, twisting to follow the sound of the entrance collapsing.

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[personal profile] wannabered 2013-06-17 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Protecting the Earth. Otherworldly threats. Resealing evil. It was all so cliched, but very familiar. Thomas barely noticed the Sage fall over. The cry of shock he was about to let out died as the bats began swooping down and hairy ... THINGS started to swarm the entrances.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Tom swung his spotlight at the bats diving at him as he tried backing away, but not any closer to the Adams Family rejects. This is why he thought the scarf was a lame thing to get. Sadly, he wasn't too terribly coordinated and fell onto his ass as the bats dived at him again.

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toku cave escape?

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toku cave escape. Yes

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[personal profile] formermagicalgirl 2013-06-17 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Tamara arrived pretty much right before the Sage started to speak. She'll be hanging out around the edge of the room and just listen intently to the whole thing. It makes some sense after all, the forum pretty much had them all suspecting the invaders weren't from Earth, after all. So the lead about the gem is at least useful and worth investigating in her opinion, even if it sounds like something out of a fantasy novel. At the very least it makes sense to see if said gem exists.

While she did gain an echo, it isn't actually here with her and that confuses her a bit at first. No weird memory and she feels all right, so it can't be some weird ability. She's about to rummage around when the bats appear. Well, seems she have to check later. It's probably something stupid and in her purse.

One of the bats does come right at her, but she flails at it to try and keep it away, and not all that successfully. She does touch it and accomplishes draining it and now it is flying away from her slowly and more erratically than before. Someone looking at it likely would think she hit it harder than it appeared she did since that ability of hers isn't readily apparent. About the only thing she has on her right now is a flashlight since she hasn't thought to take out any of the few items in her purse that could be considered weapons, like her swiss army knife keychain, or her very sharp and pointy scissors that she never did remove from her purse when no longer needed.
earnedmystripes: (no more ice cream?)

[personal profile] earnedmystripes 2013-06-17 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
...And here he'd gone and thought the "answers" from the Sage would actually explain what was going on beyond the vague "invasion by something inhuman" stuff they'd already known from the video of Paul's death and the webforum. Everything else the Sage says barely makes sense and before anyone can even ask any questions, the guy keels over dead.

Kotetsu only stares in shock at first, trying to comprehend what just happened. He's rattled now, shoulders trembling just slightly as his mind helpfully provides him with nearly every cheesy sci-fi/fantasy film he's ever seen, where the death of the messenger is only the beginning.

Sure enough, the room is suddenly flooded with giant bats and--creatures--and Kotetsu is suddenly very glad he decided to bring his gun. That strange sensation hits, heart pounding too hard in his ears as his chest squeezes, and the world fades to tunnel vision for a moment as he's grown nearly used to by now. There's no accompanying vision this time, though, which he's grateful for as the bats bear down upon him. His hand shakes as he aims the gun at the creature, and his first shot misses outright, but the next goes right through the center of its massive wing and it falls in a dizzying spiral to the ground.

Terrified as he is, he just. Keeps. Firing, taking down any few he can manage. Someone better cover his back before he runs out of bullets.

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depolarized: (Ngh.)

Serious Injury/Trapped

[personal profile] depolarized 2013-06-17 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
Somehow in the ensuing chaos, Riku'd gotten separated from nearly everyone else, trapped neatly between a rock and a couple of very sharp vermedi. "Shit, back off!" Riku raised his backpack as one of them took a swipe, all knife-sharp nails.
Edited 2013-06-19 04:00 (UTC)

Battle/Injury Part

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Saved-- no wait, GDIT.

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[personal profile] hoennmaihime 2013-06-17 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
What?

...What?

The the Earth was sentient? Aliens were invading? Each of the number-bearers chosen? Those were things straight out of a stupid children's cartoon, 'Sage' with magical powers and all, and-

-and she couldn't actually disprove a single one of them. Yet. And wow, she would try. But until then, Haruka had to grudgingly register the theories as 'unknown/not yet verified or disproved' information. (That was the proper way to handle new ideas - not ignorant denial.) Because now was really not the time, with the party being attacked by giant bats and all.

Whatever the reason for their aggression, they were more than enough reason for Haruka to reach into her sidepack and draw her gun. Wary as ever, she'd brought it in case of a mole passing themselves off as one of them before trying to kill them all. They should be so lucky - instead they had thousands of bats to deal with, and a lot less than thousands of bullets to use. Internally, Haruka made a silent prayer before promptly shooting a bat about to maul someone's face.

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Aaron had brought a sizable duffel bag full of medical supplies, since mines were dangerous places at the best of times. Unfortunately, he was in no state of mind to use it. It had dropped to his feet, slipping out of nerveless fingers as he shrinks against the cave wall.

His mind is full of darkness, of journeys in the dark. Of shadow, and flame. Of drums in the deep.

"We cannot get out," he moans, and the cadence of Aaron's voice is strange to those who know him. "They are coming."

There are two journeys, he will realize later: one alone, one with eight companions. But both memories are grim, full of death and pain and twisted faces. Fear floods him: Aragorn fears Moria. Aragorn would be composed, but Aragorn never had to relive both journeys in the space of a heartbeat. Horror freezes Aaron.

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In all the chaos, he'd gotten separated from the group he'd been in. But if he'd found a tunnel, they'd found one, right? Right. He could go with that. It made running easier.

Actually, it made running a little too easy and for the second time, he found himself propelled ahead a few feet, faster than anyone should have been able to move. This would have been a good thing, but oh hell, oh hell it made him feel so damn sick he had to stop and lean against the wall of the tunnel. He couldn't keep doing that if he expected to get out.

A repeat of the pulse in his head didn't help, either. Why did everything have to come down on him at once?

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(i'm sorry this is so late everyone)

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Mordin barely has time to process what the Sage has said (seal off invaders, can't hope to defeat, seven MacGuffins, forge seal, one in this mine) before the bats begin to attack. He shoots two, killing them, and sprints out of the cloud.

"Exit routes cut off!" he shouts. "Ideas?"

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Colette | OTA

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Instantly, she's concerned for the Sage, who has collapsed (she had been watching from a distance, the back, closer to the entrance of the mine) -- but her attention is diverted by sounds. Ominous rumbling and the sound of animals. She turns, her foot catching on a rock, and she stumbles, her face hitting rock as everything shifts. She's close to where things are falling and shifting in the mine and rocks are flying and she covers her head as best she can, tasting the coppery tang of blood in her mouth.

There's a pounding in her head and she feels dizzy, hands groping and scraped and her eyes watering from dirt and dust flying every which way.

When something hits her in the back of the head she lets out a smothered cry, trying to keep from getting crushed by climbing along the ground, pulling herself, getting more and more bloodied from continuous scrapes from sharp things all around. And then there's another pounding, a strange feeling in her chest as something happens that she can't describe, just a feeling, but nothing around her changes and she digs her nails into her scalp, trying to protect what little of herself that she can.

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SHIRO FUCKS UP [closed to Chris and Kotetsu]

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Ok. Maybe leading the bats and vermedi away hadn't been the most brilliant plan. But what other choice did he have? Send the kid? Send his boss in his street clothes? No, he had the leather, the helmet... but no fighting skills whatsoever.

For the moment, he's just running, taking off down one of the other tunnels, with a huge group of bats and a few (surprisingly swift!) vermedi close at his heels. He keeps his hands on the collar of his jacket, making sure it stays pulled up around his neck. His poor bare hands are therefore pretty torn up. There are a few bats attached to his back, chewing their way through his jacket. He turns to swat at them, but doesn't stop running.

Which is a mistake.

His boot catches on an uneven stone surface on the floor of the cave and he goes flying, throwing his arms out to catch himself. Or at least try. He lands on the ground, hard, dislodging his glasses and sending them flying down the tunnel. But his lost glasses and scraped palms are the least of his worries. The bats and vermedi waste no time in swarming him. Vermedi use their needley fingers to pierce and tear his achilles tendons (damn these ankle-length boots!), pinning him in place. The bats have noticed that his hands are no longer defending his neck, and they swarm, crawling under the jacket and tearing into his spine and neck. This guy had led them on a horrible chase, and they were going to end up.

"Auughh! Stop!!" He tries to crawl, but it hurts too much, and his arms are weak thanks to some nerve damage already. The bats knew where to strike. "HELP! Someone, please!"

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iaijutsu: (Free samples.)

ssssh i'm just fashionably late.

[personal profile] iaijutsu 2013-06-20 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
That was nowhere near as informative as Hajime had been hoping it would be.

But there isn't much time to think about that at the sound in the distance. Of course he can guess what it was. He's no engineer, but it doesn't take one to put the pieces together, or to notice that the mine wasn't exactly in great condition on the way in, or -

His reflexes are quick enough to get him out of the way before the bats are on him, and he doesn't consciously register the sword that's appeared in his hand until it's hissing out of the sheath and slicing an arc through the air in front of him, taking the wings right off the closest bat.

Maybe that's how it's supposed to be. The sword he borrowed from Casval before, when they fought the werewolves - it got the job done, but it felt wrong. Clumsy, almost, the wrong kind of balance and the wrong length and the wrong everything. This one feels so right in his hand that it's like an extension of his arm.

...an extension of his arm that just dewinged another bat that had the nerve to get too close. Nobody said it wasn't a badass arm.