hadriel_logs | Event Log: The Stampede

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Event Log: The Stampede

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for Stampede event
Where: All over the city
When: December 26th-December 28th
Warnings: None

There's a rumbling sound in the air early in the afternoon on December 26th. Whether you're new in town or you've seen it all, something like this hasn't happened before. Is it an earthquake? It feels kind of like a small one, and that might be endurable if not for the sudden snarling and gnashing of teeth!

As it turns out, these yet-unnamed apex predators are overrunning the city, ignoring their previous apprehension to barrel right through anything- or anyone- that stands in their way. Seemingly spooked by something, they are aggressive and violent and won't hesitate to tear anyone they meet to pieces... after trampling them underfoot, of course. They're so large and muscular that they may even take a few portions of buildings with them- how would you like to see one of these monsters crashing through your living room?

At least it's only these weird mammoths, though... right?

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[Tinya's in her Legion uniform with a katana at the ready. she's ready to sprocking rumble.

she spots Peter being taken into the building and unphases enough to swipe at its legs in an attempt at crippling it. once she has, she yells to him]

Get off, Peter! Get off now!

[Peter doesn't waste any time following that order, nimbly leaping from the creature's back and sticking to a nearby wall. Once he's safely out of trampling range and making sure that Tinya isn't in the middle of the trample zone, he uses his webs to pull a big chunk of rubble down on the critter's head. Ker-smoosh!]

So, turns out, these things are really hard to steer. Or maybe I just have no idea what I'm doing, its probably that.

[good, because as soon as she cripples the beast she phases. the rubble goes straight through her as she aims her katana at the base of where its neck and head meet.

teasing] But you were doing so well! And I don't think anyone knows how to deal with these things, other than killing them.

[she floats over to its throat, ready to cut it at a moment's notice]

[He really doesn't love the idea of killing them. Or killing anything, really, but it's one of those them or us sort of situations and protecting people is a way bigger priority than being nice to big, dumb, dangerous animals.]

I mean, I guess the meat eating crowd is going to be eating pretty good for a while after all this, at least.

[she doesn't either, to be honest. it flies in the face of everything she's been taught, that all forms of life are valuable and to be valued. but it seems as though they're not giving the citizens of Hadriel much of a chance to peacefully coexist. which makes this unfortunate, but necessary]

I'm sure they'll be very happy. Not that I'm one of them. Are you?

[All life is valuable, sure, but some life is delicious. Like pigs. Delicious.]

Oh yeah, big time. I'm gonna eat at least three of these things when we're done here.

Edited 2018-12-29 02:11 (UTC)

[she's landed on a planet full of carnivores. /sigh]

All by yourself? [she laughs and flies under the beast's head, aiming for where its jugular should be. all but her hands (and katana) are phased] This I have to see!

[Hey, it's not so bad. More fruit for her?]

Absolutely. I mean, not all at once. That would be hard even for me.

[Speaking of things that have to be seen, this whole stabbing the monster thing is very much the opposite of that. He turns his head away, but then making her do the stabbing seems kind of shitty.]

Would you rather I did that?

[assuming the baby orchard manages to survive this weather, yes]

These particular monsters are nassheads, aren't they? Probably makes up for the last two months of wimps.

[and her hands are red with blood, but the rest of her remains pristine white and black with her gold and garnet brooch firmly in place]

No. I mean, yes. It's against the Legion's code of conduct to kill. [a shifty expression] But I've kind of not only crossed the line, I might have burned it behind me.

I don't know what a nasshead is, but I feel like agreeing with you about that would be appropriate, so yes. They sure are.

[he listens to her, hesitating for a moment before hopping back down to the ground and making his way over to her, wordlessly holding his hand out for that katana. He'll murder a gross mammoth monster for his buddy, seems like the gentlemanly thing to do. Kind of? If her code of conduct forbids killing anything, then Peter doesn't think she should have to be the one to get her hands dirty. Well. Dirtier, they're already pretty red there.]

[she giggles] It's a nasshead! You know, like poophead, only not as nice! And it's always appropriate to agree with me.

[and she stares at him, utterly confused. she's already killed giants called ogres, scorpions, and other creatures. why would this one be any different]

What're you doing?

I'm gonna stab the thing. You don't wanna stab the thing, I don't want you to have to stab the thing. I figure the zombies maybe didn't count? Since they were already dead. But like, if your whole organization has a strict no killing ever policy, then... I mean, I wanna help you uphold that.

[He's still standing there with his hand out but now he's just starting to feel all awkward about this whole thing nnnNNNGHHH]

[she listens to his explanation and just. melts]

That's so sweet of you!

[and she's going in for a hug, sword, bloody hands, and all. don't worry, she'll keep the sharp edge away from him]

[Well okay he's already got all kinds of gross stuff all over him right now probably, a blood hand hug doesn't bother him too much. He gives her a kind of awkwardish hug back.]

I-I guess so, sure? I mean, most people wouldn't consider stabbing things sweet, but I can roll with that.

[He's joking. Sort of.]

[yaaay, hugs! she loves hugs. physical affection of any kind, really.

she lets him go and hands over the katana with a smile]

Here you go. Though, next time I'm bailing you out of the disaster, okay?

[she considers it sweet, so there]

[Peter just had to be careful not to crunch people when he gives hugs, he is way too strong. 8(

And now he has this sword. There is probably nobody else in the universe who would ever willingly hand a sword to Peter Parker the walking disaster boy.]

Sure, I guess that's fair. I'm not planning to get into any disasters though, just sayin'.

[There are going to be so many more disasters. Anyway, it's time to murder this mammoth. He takes a few practice swings

and then a few more

and then kind of paces around a little bit UGH he doesn't wanna kill a thing but he's committed to killing this thing now. OKAY TIME TO MURDER THIS MAMMOTH!!!

And then he finally chops it.

It's a little anti-climactic, I mean, it's just a dead mammoth.]

[well, he's doing fine so far. just the right amount of pressure.

and yes, she has to let go to hand over the sword. and she trusts him]

I hope not! This is enough of a disaster to last us a while, right?

[and she watches him practice with the sword. it's obvious he's never really used one before, but to be honest neither had she until she came here. she's learning as she goes.

and maybe if they wait long enough, the mammoth will die on its own?

nope, they can't be that lucky.

and yes, that is indeed a dead mammoth. she wonders if maybe they should try butchering it now or if it can wait]

[RIP mammoth, you'll probably be delicious. Butchering it should probably wait though, for a couple reasons. One, Peter has no idea how to do that, and doesn't really want to see the insides of this thing anyway, and two, there's still more out there crunching into people probably.

He holds the sword back out for her.]

Yeah. Yeah, think I've had enough disasters for now. I hope the next one is a little less... bloody. Something with flowers would be nice.

[she wouldn't know. still a vegetarian. and those are both very good points. she doesn't actually know who would be capable of butchering the creature, anyway, and there are more of them out there.

she takes the sword back, cleans the blade, and sheathes it.

she giggles] Knowing our luck, the flowers would shoot mind-altering spores of some kind. Hallucinogenic flowers.

I mean, I was thinking of something more along the lines of nice, harmless flowers that just sit there and look pretty? I don't need hallucinogenic flowers, I already see enough weird crap in real life.

[know, like these mammoths. And everything else here.]

I could use some nice, harmless flowers, I could pot some of them and brighten up my apartment. [and she giggles] You and me, both. Probably comes with the territory of being a super-hero.

[right, like the mammoths. which they should probably get back to]

[Peter's already on his way out to do just that. That being mammoth punching.]

It's probably super hero related, or maybe it's just because my life is in shambles. Either way, it's probably accurate.

[He actually sounds pretty cheerful about that. All this weird bullshit is just another day in the life of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.]

[and it's a very impressive punch! sends the thing skidding backwards a by at least a meter.

she flies over to it while it's trying to recover and puts an end to that by slashing its throat]

Maybe it's both? My life is in shambles, too.

[and she doesn't exactly sound cheerful about that, but it is what it is. she's trying to resign herself to not knowing how her friends are faring against the Daxamites, but it's hard]

[He's taking out his pent up aggression on mammoth faces, or something.]

Not the best thing to bond over? But it's something, I guess.

[the mammoths do make a nice distraction. not that she actually could stab a Daxamite in the face, what with their whole invulnerability thing]

No, I guess it's not. But it's kind of nice to know that someone else's life is as sprocked up as mine is.

This is where the fights go

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