circumitus: Completely decimated and my hand was all bloody and covered with glass. Weird dude, never saw him again ever since. (got into a bar fight last night)
Reybama ([personal profile] circumitus) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-07-10 01:10 pm

i got the feeling that something ain't right [OPEN/CLOSED]

Who: Rey and You!
What: Deathclaw tango and the aftermath, along with maybe any other general whatnots for the month of July. ¯\(°_°)/¯
Where: The City, Rey and Nick Valentine's Home (House 1401), wherever your heart's desire.
When: Post-Intro log.
Warnings: Violence, language, and mostly violence.



I. The City [OPEN]

It's that time of month again. Equipped with her Exurosuit, Rey is already prepped when she heads out. Though seemingly unarmed (she had been training with the sword, but wouldn't nearly consider herself adept enough with the weapon to feel confident bringing one into combat), she isn't what you would consider helpless.

Some things not even Rey can prepare for, however. She doesn't get the chance to make it to the Colosseum, before halfway there she is stopped by the sound of an animal growl. And not belonging to something fluffy and/or cute.

She ignores it at first, attempting to act like casual, unsuspecting prey. Having been here long enough, she's since anticipated the appearance of new creatures accompanying the arrivals.

What she couldn't anticipate was the walking death machine skulking the city streets.

Rey doesn't move, gawking at the creature for a moment. It isn't much different from the others she had contended with here, but something about it screams more predatory and deadly than anything like overgrown spiders or chests with teeth.

Perhaps it's the sword-like claws, which it bears with a threatening poise as it locks its red eyes on Rey. She isn't going anywhere, the legs of her sturdy armor holding her in place as she gaps at the creature. If she runs, it'll surely follow. If she fights, who knows if it'll be something she can tackle on her own?

Before she has the chance to calculate such a gamble, the black and scaly beast sprints towards her on its massive hinds. It's a lot faster than it looks. Rey stumbles back, curling her fingers into fists as she braces herself for impact. It makes a clean swipe towards her head. No doubt it would have lobbed her skull clean off her shoulders in a matter of seconds just then, had she been a hair slower. She stumbles back, nearly tripping over her own feet when the beast is quick to recover and swings its massive arm again.

This time, its colossal claws tear into the chest of her armor. This sends her reeling backwards, crashing her sideways into one of the walls of the building.

"Der'mo," Rey curses under her breath, tasting blood in her mouth from where she had bit the inside of her cheek. She rolls in time before the creature can lunge towards her, cornering her up against the wall.

The light indicators of her armor flare up then, as she turns and faces the creature. Many times before had she gone up against synthetic creations much larger and greater in numbers than this. She had combated whole platoons to a battalion of soldiers who were trying to kill her.

This? She can do.

Heatwaves ripple in the air around her, as the light indicators on her armor brighten. Sparks inspire flames, casting at the tip of her fingers. She can do this. She just has to be ready, and hope like hell that no defenseless individual finds themselves cast into the middle.

II. Home (House 1401) [CLOSED to Nick Valentine]

Pieces of armor peel off as Rey staggers through the front door of the place she calls home. Bruises riddle her arms and chest. Cuts and scratches and gashes pour blood down the side of her face, a trickle dribbling from the corner of her lip. The metallic taste fills her mouth as she collapses into the couch, not caring to change out of her underclothes before dropping her armor on the coffee table.

"Think you could've been a little more help?" she says aloud to no one in particular, and no one answers in return. Rey's head tilts back against the cushion of the couch, staring up at the ceiling with blurry vision. She squints, shaking the senses back into her.

Though no one had answered her rather specific query, the response of Safronov's echo, the Russian sniper she had once been, seems to scoff at her from the recesses of her mind.

Rey huffs, bringing a bruised hand up over her eyes. "You've no room to talk."

She doesn't know if Nick is around to hear her speak with the ghosts that live in her head. It isn't something she is oft to do unless she's alone, at the risk of looking like a crazy person talking to voices that so rarely talk to her back.

It's probably better that way, anyway. Though it had been those echoes that helped retain Rey's sanity during those long weeks of isolation at the sky prison, she can't imagine the impression her old habits would leave on anyone who isn't aware.

"Fuck you, too," she mutters to the smug, silent phantom.

III. Wildcard

[ooc: I might add more prompts as they come to me, but feel free to hit me up if you want to do something or choose your own adventure here!]
synthedick: (♠ forbidden knowledge)

II.

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-07-11 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
It's late when Nick finally makes it home, but he's lucky he made it home at all.

It was lucky for others that he'd been at the Colosseum. Despite the fact he'd told Rey he'd stay out of the fray that usually accompanied those brought through the Door, he couldn't help but get involved when he saw what monsters made it into the city.

Deathclaws. Of all the Commonwealth's horrors, it had to be the ones the size of a tank that packed enough punch to easily bring down an entire group of settlers, raiders, or even a Brotherhood patrol -- whichever was unfortunate enough to come across one. He'd only seen them up-close when with a few others, and they'd usually known better than tangling with the gargantuan beasts; when he was alone, he'd kept his distance from the creatures, deciding some things were not worth risking life and limb over.

There was no option this time -- he had a job to do, and there were people who needed help. They had no idea what they were up against. And so he'd pulled out his pistol and fired a few rounds at one's face. The bullets hardly made a dent, but they got its attention, and that was good enough.

Nick was also lucky, at that moment, that he's a synth. He had a few close calls as he kept distracting the beast, his glowing eyes watching the rest of the Colosseum. Some people escaped, running to safety; others fought more deathclaws that wandered the arena, keeping those who couldn't defend themselves safe from harm. There were too many to handle them all -- once he had a moment, he'd run for himself. He just hoped the repaired connection in his leg held out.

It did: Rey did a good job. Hopefully, she could do the same for the rest of him.

There was only so long he could dodge the beast, evading its horns as it charged, ducking under its swings, avoiding the lashing tail that followed behind it. Eventually, it managed to catch him, its massive hand slamming into his side, its claws cutting through his coat as though it were made of paper. Nick was knocked off his feet, flipping like a rag doll as he tumbled across the ground and landed in a heap. The deathclaw pounced to him, upon him in an instant -- it picked him up with one hand, its sharp claws glistening as they pinned his right arm to his side, feral madness in its eyes as it stared him down.

As Nick struggled in its grasp, his gun lying on the ground below him, he thought it would impale him right there, as he'd seen the do to others. He could picture, in that second that it held him in the air, his middle being torn apart, mechanical innards spilling as his primary processor lost power. He'd helped others, people he didn't recognize, newcomers to the city with no idea what they'd been thrown into... but at what cost?

But Nick Valentine was lucky. Instead of stabbing him through, it grabbed his free arm and pulled.

He'd only been vaguely aware he'd been tossed again, barely recalled a second deathclaw arriving and knocking him from the first. Things got hazy when he hit the ground as the two beasts started fighting, forgetting about the ruined synth lying only a few feet away. He couldn't say how long he was out, but by the time his systems rebooted from their emergency shutdown, the monstrous creatures were gone. They must have thought he was dead.

Hell, he'd thought he was dead too. But as he picked himself off the ground -- literally, in this case -- and tried to ignore the warning messages blaring through him, he realized how lucky he was. He might not be so lucky next time.

And so it's late by the time he limps toward the home he shares with Rey. His coat is in tatters, his mechanical body trembling with each step, his left arm completely torn from him... but at least he's coming home.
Edited 2016-07-11 03:46 (UTC)
synthedick: (♣ tough times)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-07-11 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Nick doesn't even bother holding onto his disconnected arm as Rey opens the door; he drops it at the threshold, using the hand he still has to hold on to the frame of the door. Even in his damaged state, he can tell Rey is straining herself to help him in -- she's injured, too.

He leans back onto his own legs, declining her help for the second. It seems the deathclaws weren't kind to either of them. "I can walk," he utters as he stumbles to the easy chair, his voice modulating unsteadily as his body keeps trying to run through emergency diagnostics, his mechanical systems fighting against his stubborn nature.
synthedick: (♣ public knowledge)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-07-11 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
"You've seen better days yourself," he cuts back, sliding into the chair. He gets a prompt to shut down certain systems to conserve power -- no, bad idea. Don't do that.

He straightens up in the chair as he continues, motioning for her to take a seat on the couch. "Those things that came through the Door are from my neck of the woods. Deathclaws. Got to say the name is appropriate."

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[personal profile] muscovy 2016-07-11 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
A knock at the door echoes through the rooms. Half a minute later, a series of knocks follows, and then Rey can hear the front door being pushed open.

And then nothing, and then another door being opened and closed.

Muscovy saw Rey when heading home from the collosseum, and while he couldn't follow her at that point, he did observe quite clearly that she would need medical attention after. So once he was done with the person that he was currently dealing with, he dropped by the clinic to hear if she came in... and she hadn't. He's almost not surprised, if a bit annoyed because really, Rey.

But he knows where her house lives, and thus he fills up his backpack with various supplies ranging from lots of bandages to aspirin and heads towards her house.

And when nobody comes to open for him, he tests the door. And then he pokes his head into every room that he can get into to see if she's in there.
Edited 2016-07-11 16:33 (UTC)
muscovy: (the most reassuring laugh)

[personal profile] muscovy 2016-07-11 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He's lucky, the second room that he checks already very obviously contains a Rey. A very bloodied Rey, but at least she still seems to be breathing. That is good.

"You should have come to the clinic, yes?"

Not caring much about being invited in - he is not sure if he would be, so not asking means that she can't say no and he cannot act against her will - , he comes over and takes his backpack off to set it onto the ground besides him before crouching down and rolling up his sleeves before digging (probably) sterile gloves out of the backpack.
muscovy: (a promise of friendship)

[personal profile] muscovy 2016-07-11 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Considering that she walked around after her injury... No, he won't chance any guesses based on that.

"How were you injured?" A blunt object causes very different issues from a pointy one, but there are a lot more differences. And while he will be able to conclude the most important things from the wounds, it will be helpful to know what to look for and how to interpret things. Plus keeping her from passing out, even though speaking will be hard for her.

He immediately gets to work, even while speaking. This time, he will have to damage her shirt - even without her saying anything he can tell that her chest has been hurt. For now, he moves around her. A small hand is run over her spine, from the back of the head to her butt, using just a spark of magic to feel out capillary fractures or anything else that could compromise her spine. It seems to be fine, though, so he peeks around the room, grabs her blanket from the bed and spreads it out behind her back, and then kneels down again, placing his hands under her shoulder and hip to support her if she follows his next instruction.

"You need to lie back, yes?"

He figures that the risk of infection is similarly high on blanket and ground, and at least the blanket will be more comfortable and protect her injured body a bit. Specifically the head.

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unvein: (به ديوارا گوش كن)

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[personal profile] unvein 2016-07-12 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks to a very strange man, Vida made it out of the Colosseum alive. She had looked back when he told her to run, and it didn't seem like he was getting himself killed, so she has to tell herself that she didn't just leave a man in an extremely lethal situation. He was very muscular and had very pointy axe, he's probably fine. Though she wishes she had at least gotten his name.

So far she's only gathered that she's on another world, one she hasn't peeked at through the portals of the Nexus' control room or she may be more prepared. Not that she had time to pack up before ending up here, anyway. Or that she had weapons to pack up in the first place. A lot of the other kids and parasitized adults that lived in the gardens of Tirazis carried knives, but she never had the stomach for it, and she witnessed more than a few of them get in serious trouble with the guard and their weapons and leave worse for it anyway.

She grips her plastic baby leg close, imagining it as a knife in her hands. Those creatures are so big, though... There's little chance she'd come out of an encounter with one of them alive. She has to find someplace safe, a shelter. A bed, food. Anything to tide her over until she can figure out how to alert the Tetherer to the fact she's no longer in the Nexus.

She's found shops nearby and has grabbed a couple pieces of food she's going to save for once she feels she's safe again -- some of it looked strange but she found some familiar things, lavash bread and cheese which should last her a while and is in fact more than she could count on when she was living in the gardens. She's stuffed it in a cheap sack, not too bulky since she doesn't want to be weighed down at the moment. Stealing is a lot easier when no one is manning the shop.

It's when she ventures back outside to wander some more, carefully creeping between buildings and not staying in an open area for too long, that she hears a horrid thud of someone impacting against a wall. Not one to leave well enough alone, she peers around the corner in the direction of the sound and finds someone in strange armor fighting barehanded against one of those awful beasts. She doesn't know what to do, they're surely going to be killed even with their armor, but Vida is even less prepared to take on a monster.

But then the stranger summons fire from their very fingertips and Vida gapes at the scene before her. Is this a trait of this world, or is this a Nature? Is this Destruction?

They could be the third god the Tetherer is looking for! And that means she would be one step closer to fulfilling her purpose as Separator! Swallowing hard, Vida winds up the plastic baby leg and chucks it at the deathclaw. If the only thing she can do to ensure the third god is alive is distract a horrible beast, she'll have to do it. If they have fire at their disposal, they can take care of the rest.
unvein: (خیلی ازش گذشته)

[personal profile] unvein 2016-07-14 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Rey may intend for Vida to escape, but when Vida disappears, she only reappears at another corner of a different nearby building -- enough to hopefully escape the Deathclaw's notice, but not letting the battle out of her sight. She fully intends to ensure this armor-clad woman's survival, by any means necessary, even if Vida has no means at all.

Well, she has some bread in a sack. She could start throwing that as well, if it came down to it. Or rocks! There are rocks about. The one benefit of being underground, apparently.

And honestly, when it comes down to it, Vida is entranced by the fact that the potential third god wields fire as a weapon, at her very fingertips. Thanks to Vida's incredibly helpful baby leg, she appears to have the upper hand now, at least, but both sides have clearly been injured. And Vida's lost the element of surprise. Maybe she can aim for its eyes? But she could hit the other person now, with how close they are and how much the creature is thrashing.

She'll have to wait and see if another opportunity to help arises, or is needed at all.
unvein: (میخای پیشم بمونی)

[personal profile] unvein 2016-07-17 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
When it comes crashing against the building next to her, she jumps back and away. It's still fighting back... If only she picked up a weapon. Assuming her flimsy sack with bread in it won't do much to help, Vida hesitates... then decides to just go for it and run up to the deathclaw and start kicking it as hard as she can before it can keep trying to crush the armored woman, aiming for its face.

It predictably doesn't like that, and starts slashing its claws at her. It catches her leg in its swipes and she stumbles back and falls over, crying out. She hurriedly drags herself back away, hoping it won't be able to just rush at her and gore her while Rey is still burning it from the inside.
sisterincrime: (listen here u buttface)

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[personal profile] sisterincrime 2016-07-13 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
On Pandora you see a lot of monsters. Rakks, Skags, Hyperions - but the Deathclaw is a definite contestant to trump all the regulars Sasha's seen. And when she sees it approaching a young woman, she's quick to switch her Maliwan SMG out for her coveted Atlas instead - elemental damage is great and all, but something this big needs actual damage.

Sorry Rey, but she's using you as a distraction to keep the Deathclaw from noticing her until she can get behind it properly, and then she's shouting.

"HEY! Big, Tall and Scaley! How about some actual meat?!"

And she opens a tight burst of bullets at the thing, each hitting its mark and if she didn't have the Deathclaw's attention already, that oughta do it.
sisterincrime: (are you kidding me)

[personal profile] sisterincrime 2016-07-14 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
It hadn't looked too big until it was focused on her, and then she gets to notice the claws and teeth, not to mention the it's a solid few feet bigger than her part. There may be some minor regrets to this, culminating in her taking a step back as she draws her gun to eye level and focuses.

She doesn't expect the girl to fucking leap on the thing, but her making it rear back gives her a big open target that it's gonna feel the next morning. No hesitating now: she pumps the entire rest of her magazine into its belly, grimacing at the resulting roar and avalanche of intestines.
sisterincrime: (yikes)

[personal profile] sisterincrime 2016-07-14 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shit-!"

The gun gets stowed as Sasha rushes over - that looks like it hurt. She drops into a crouch next to Rey, not even bothering to inspect the damage before she's got both hands under the beast’s side, callouses offering a reasonable grip against its scales as she puts her shoulders into shoving it away.

Her words are a strained grunt. "Are you okay?"

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III. DAM-NATION - July 20th?

[personal profile] verinumeri 2016-07-25 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Having long intended to get a close look at the dam, more specifically, the generator. In between projects, Hermann takes the opportunity today, following the road. It's a short walk, the road slightly curved but without any turns needed before he reaches the broken bridge. There he must step off the path to get closer to the machinery, simple but impressive given the limited supplies available.

Simply hearing of it had sparked a curious feeling in his chest, much like hearing of the guard. Newton had toiled at generators in Haven, Hermann assisting, and they had been limited things, capable only of powering single houses, buildings, the scraps of ransacked machines slowly coming together. Newton did have a knack for producing the functional from rubbish. That wasn't the source of his comfort -- it was that here, perhaps in the face of somewhat reduced desolation, there was community, productivity, accomplishment.

Proper hydropower. Brilliant.

He slows as he picks his way along the shore, realizing there's someone there. Before calling out, he watches, attempting to discern just what she's doing. Not sabotage, clearly.
verinumeri: (pic#7036073)

[personal profile] verinumeri 2016-08-21 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Hermann's eyes aren't bad, the glasses hanging from his neck needed for small print and electronics. Nonetheless, the woman's high enough that it takes Hermann the better part of ten seconds to be comfortable assuming that the details he can make out, brown hair and he thinks scars, likely identify her as Miss Rey. Spoken of by Miss Tua and Mr. Valentine, responsible for the dam.

It isn't rocket science. (Then again, rocket science is rather simple for him. It is comparably rocket science?)

He jolts, obvious in his stare yet not expecting to be noticed and thus addressed so quickly. His fingers writhe on the head of his cane, mimicking the unevenness of his heart.

"Oh. Neither. I -- You are Miss Rey, aren't you? This was, is your project?"

Is, obviously, as she's maintaining it.

"I, er, meant to be here. I wanted a look. Wonderfully economic, efficient design. How did you manage most of the materials?"

He should introduce himself, but he always forgets that part.