Event Log: The Stampede

[hadrielmods]

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?

► This log covers December 26th-December 28th.
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Comments

[fogsong]

That better not be sarcasm. [ She counters as she watches Cecily fight. Even single-handed, the other woman was impressive and she showed skill beyond what Sharon thought was possible, beyond what she knew was possible for her. ]

[closerift]

Not at all! I am truly and non-sarcastically happy to not be flattened. [ No, she knows that she couldn't do this alone. It's an honest relief that anyone at all showed up, but especially someone she knows she can trust. ]

[fogsong]

[ Sharon may be learning how to fight from a few people (it's left her nights sore) but none of them have taught her how to handle something quite like this. She knows she's no good rushing forward, the only thing she can do with a knife well is throw it and cut her food, but she's good at other things (she's yet to settle on what they should be called).

With careful concentration, so hard she can feel a hum in her chest and brain, whispers of secrets from dark places, she telekinectically forces the mammoths front legs to the ground as if it'd stepped into glue. No movement could release it but it wouldn't lat too long. ]

I hope this thing is edible! [ You know, because looking at it, there is quite a bit of meat on this thing to go around. Unless it's tainted. Yuck. ]

[closerift]

[ Thoroughly impressed, Cecily allows herself a few seconds to stare wide-eyed at her friend as she brings the beast down. Not long after, she makes sure Sharon's display of power doesn't go to waste by darting between its legs, nearly dancing around its hulking form as she hacks and slashes. And...yes, she's hoping they'll be able to use the meat for some greater purpose than it going to waste, but that will depend entirely on whether it's actually animal meat or just nasty Door poison. ]

I miss my damn bow. [ She grumbles, sweaty and winded as she withdraws. Fortunately, though, the thing will buckle as soon as Sharon releases her hold on it, legs torn to ribbons and blood leaving it through the wounds. ]

[fogsong]

[ The moment Cecily withdraws, Sharon lets go and her knees go weak, eyes black as ink that slowly recedes. She rests her hands on her knees as the mammoth bleeds out, tiny, desperate movements of a creature that's accepted its death. She can't bring herself to feel empathy for it. ]

I miss your damn bow. [ It kept the other woman at a distance for their enemies which meant she was a little more safe; they'd be able to take care of things side by side but now Sharon has to keep her distance while Cecily does the hard work.

Her heart beat slowly returns to normal but she still feels weighted. ] You kick ass without it, though. I'd say people should be frightened of you.

[ A joke. Cecily is still a show to watch as she fought, even lacking in lacking a hand. Sharon admired her greatly for that, striving to be like that. ]

[closerift]

Frightened of me? [ She laughs, breathy and exhausted. ] You can't say that in sincerity when you can do the things you do. [ beat ] Your eyes are black, you know.

[ Cecily knows better than to be scared of Sharon, but that doesn't mean she isn't impressed. Intimidated. ...Concerned that people might take advantage. ]

I'm not sure that you realize how powerful you are.

[fogsong]

[ Idly, she rubs one of her eyes. She knows the black goes away on its, pupils now just abnormally dilated as her heart rate settles. She doesn't like to think about her abilities because she has no explanation for them beyond the stories The Order liked to rattle off, varying from witch to demon to sin to the mother of some god. ]

I'm not sure I want to know, honestly. [ She hesitates a moment. ] I sometimes don't even think it's my own power.

[closerift]

You wouldn't be the first to draw strength from someone, or somewhere, else. The mages in my world take their power from the Fade: another dimension. [ More or less. ] It isn't so strange that other magics might work in the same way.

[fogsong]

Magic may as well be a fairy tale in my world, Cec. Hell, I didn't believe in that kind of shit until I got here. [ It's still a little surreal, if she's honest, and more so when she's doing it. ]

[closerift]

And yet you could do these things in your world, couldn't you? What did you call it then?

[fogsong]

I always just thought something was wrong with me. I was told something was wrong with me.

[closerift]

Everyone is told that by someone, but that doesn't make it true.

[ Her mother told her that all throughout her life, after all. ]

[fogsong]

Yeah, maybe. [ She doesn't agree but doesn't have the energy or desire to go any further into it. She lets out a tired sigh as she looks the mammoth. ]

We're gonna need to call some people in to hack that thing up because I'm so not playing butcher after all that.

end it here?

[closerift]

I'm not interested in that either. Let's step away and we can make some calls.

[ No need to get grimy when others would more happily do the deed. ]

y!

[fogsong]

[ Sharon's already pulling out her phone and scrolling through her contact list and starts dialing, giddy about such a big catch, unaware that soon there will be more of these ugly beasts cutting through the city.

Boo. ]