hadriel_logs | Endgame Log: The City

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Endgame Log: The City

Who: The characters within Hadriel
What: The event log for the Null attack
Where: All over the city (and possibly outside)
When: June 15th
Warnings: None

The battle has been going on for awhile now, but this is when things really begin to kick into overdrive. The Null's primary target is the Door, but their secondary targets are all the god temples - particularly Hope's. It's time to fight, because if you don't, everything is going to end here and now.

Whether you're defending the Door, defending a temple, or finding some other way to fight or offer support to the fighters, you'd better be ready to go all out. The Null certainly are. Their forces seem almost infinite, especially with the way they can drag the remains of Null bodies from the field and repair and reanimate them. But then, that's true for you, too, as Hope flickers around each battlefield throughout the city resurrecting people nearly the moment they fall.

All the gods are fighting at your side. Some will fall, sending currents of emotion through the warriors on both sides, while others will fight on. It may seem like this battle will last forever, but there is an end - when the Null all begin to crumple, the life going out of them, signaling that the killswitch has been activated.

Then it's just you, and the living injured, and the city in ruins. But you've won, no matter what the cost!

► This log covers June 15th
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► All deaths will be resurrected near-instantly, though after awhile things may begin going wrong...

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Carlisle Longinmouth does not serve the gods. Aside from bargaining for his plants, he has long resisted in dealing with them in any way, refusing to vote in their polls or take part in their machinations in any way. He considers them false deities, wardens of this prison city, parasites who feed upon their captives as one would livestock. He does not serve the city, either -- though he has made connections within Hadriel, friends he could not afford otherwise, it is not his home. He has never felt compelled to answer the call to action for the betterment of the city the way he would Bear Den. This place is only worth the people he has met, and even some of those have vanished over the years, leaving holes in his heart. He prefers to stay out of danger, and insists they do the same if given the chance. They are fools to risk their lives for this war between the false gods and the constructs.

But when the Null ships arrived in the skies above Hadriel days before, Carlisle knew he could ignore their invasion no longer. He had once been a prisoner aboard a starship years ago, just before he was brought to Hadriel; he had seen the constructs in their first invasion, healed those who needed it all while being ignored himself. He'd assumed they'd taken no interest in him at the time because he did not put up a fight, refusing to choose a side. He was not their main objective, and threatening as they may have been to him on the principle of being constructs, they did not evoke outright terror in him. Their ships, on the other hand, did. When he laid his eyes upon them, all he could see was the Tranquility returning, hungering for him.

And then, as Carlisle realized the Null were doing their damnedest to reach Fear's temple, to storm upon the place he knew Kate and so many others were trying to secure, he was forced out of his indecision. They are down there now, beyond the underground passage and defending the Door, and though he knows as well as anyone that it may be their only way home, he has done little to protect it himself thus far. He has reveled in his cowardice, shielded by his partner, but he cannot continue to ignore the guilt welling in his middle. If these constructs take the Door, they may have no way to leave Hadriel, no way for Glacius to return to his people. They may be even less willing to bargain with the captives of the city, slaying his friends without question once they have reached their objective. If he chooses inaction in their time of need, what good is he? What value does he have in this existence?

Through his time in Hadriel, Carlisle hs found renewed purpose in the people he has come to care about. He refuses to let them down, to be the failure he has long believed himself to be, and so he sets out for Fear's temple, his satchel at his shoulder and his partner at his side. Though his hands shake with apprehension as he dips his brush in ink and begins to paint on the floor, he works swiftly and diligently. The glyph he draws around the entrance to the underground passage is similar to the one around his garden, but rather than shielding the area from the elements, its conjured walls are solid enough to block anyone and anything that would seek to cross through them. The same spell once protected him and Pratt from a demon; he now hopes it will shield his friends from an equally terrible threat as he pours his energy into the glyph, the glowing, translucent walls forming a dome over both him and the entrance to the passage.

The main problem is that the glyph will only hold for as long as he channels into it, and he knows that despite his metaphysical bond with Glacius and the abundance of energy it provides, he cannot hold it forever. As for how long he is willing to risk his life to maintain his barrier, he hasn't yet answered that. He's hoping he might not have to.

[PM me or hit me up at

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Edited 2019-06-16 05:56 (UTC)

i. door defense - a dreamer with the fever to be great;

[It's the end of the world - again - and Lup's pretty fucking done with it.

The first time the Null came crashing into the city, the elf had spent most of the fight dancing around the battlefield with flame at her fingertips, dodging their attacks with a laugh, brushing off the very real danger in front of her and telling anyone who would listen it was all just fine.

- Until her brother ended up on the wrong side of a Null's jagged arm, the twisted metal pierced right through his front, impaling him completely. Nothing about that fight had felt just fine after that.

So this time around, Lup's carefree spirit isn't quite so obvious, her brows pinched in single-minded determination, ears perked up and her attention set to everywhere all at once. The woman's already made the promise that no one was going to go down this time around and she meant it wholeheartedly. She's going to do her damn best to keep the people she loves from getting taken out this time.

During most of the fight, she can be found near the Door, defending it with what magic of hers actually works against the Null, not even hesitating before throwing herself in front of an attacking automaton for someone nearby. This is the last chance they have to make this right and go home.]

ii. everywhere else - a finder with the fever for the fame;

[When things seem momentarily taken care of on team Door Defense, Lup's popping in all over the city to make sure her friends are safe in their own tasks. Thanks to her powers, it doesn't take much effort at all to open a portal and step out somewhere else, like Hope's Temple or deep in the jungle proper, just to see if her magical expertise might be needed elsewhere for the moment.

It doesn't matter what you're doing - preparing a trap for the Null, taking a much needed break, or already in mid-combat - there's the sound of a portal ripping open nearby and then a familiar blonde head popping out of it.]

This a bad time?

iii. wildcard;

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Edited 2019-06-16 02:50 (UTC)

rage;

[Elena doesn't want to be here. None of them do, of course, but she'd rather be with her husband, her best friends—but while none of them are soldiers, they all understand something of duty, at least to each other, and ensuring that as many of them survive as possible is one way to achieve that. They can't all concentrate ni one face.

Guns strapped to her sides and fire in her hands, she gives a crooked ~~nervous~~ smile to whoever is here making a stand with her.]

Ready to light them up?

[And they do.]

hope;

[That was unpleasant.

Elena stumbles toward Hope's temple, head a little fuzzy after...how long has it been since they started fighting? A while, judging by the exhaustion she feels and the state of her clothes. Dirt, tears, and blood, all her own. She remembers...falling, at some point, and when she'd looked up again the temple had been damaged. It's a little unnerving to wonder how long she'd blacked out. It's a lot unnerving to think about why she'd been knocked out.

It's quiet now, and she's still alive. That should be good, right? As quickly as she can (which isn't as quick as it normally would be—she's still winded, and injured), she hurries to Hope's temple, her heart in her throat.]

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Anyone who truly knows Rey would realize that she isn't here to defend the gods. She couldn't even give less of a damn about saving the Door; it could explode into a million pieces for all she cared.

What she cared about were for the ones on this side of the Door. The ones who didn't want to lay down and die. Who wanted to fight for the right to live. Isn't that what it's always been about, ever since they got here? Survival.

It's been years since Rey first awoke on the floor of the Colosseum. A giant bat thought it could swoop in and take her away for its evening meal, the cheeky little shit. She made sure that didn't happen. It feels like lifetimes ago now, like those things happened to a different person, because she is different now. The thing that hasn't changed is that, like then, like always, she's still fighting...

Just as it's always been, even before here. It's not bats this time. It's machines. Fortunately, Rey's always been familiar with dispatching synthetics. The manic episodes of glee and amusement is intoxicating as she rips them apart in her scorching hands. Her fingers bleeding as she summons raw strength to tearing metal. The Null don't bleed, of course. Rey does; it's a hot, steaming red that seeps from her flesh as she rips cores straight from the Null's chassis after beating them down long and hard enough. The burst of energy from the Door is all that's been keeping her standing after hours of this same song and dance.

"Been killing you motherfuckers for a long time. Is this some sort of joke?" Rey barks a joyless laugh as she clutches the current Null core in her hand, before tossing it down the steps. It's quiet sometimes. She should be able to rest, but doesn't allow herself for it.

She should be spent, but she's still got a lot more madness to burn off if she doesn't want to turn that on the people she's stuck with.

Edited 2019-06-17 02:11 (UTC)

i. [early; hours 1-10] when I watch the world burn / all I think about is you

[And here they are again. The apocalypse. Taako's getting pretty fucking tired of this, by this point.

Most people live through the end of the world maybe once, but Taako's lived through it over a hundred times, and this one's no different. It's an endurance test to the nines, a push that never stops, a grind that doesn't end. When the Null came in first he didn't think this was really any kind of ending; he's faced so much, what was a few fucking robots?

That changed pretty quickly when they ran him through and then murdered his boyfriend. So sure, maybe he's got a horse in this race, even if he'd be loathe to admit it.

The name of the game here, though, is to limit exposure, keep them on their toes, and count his slots damn carefully. When too many of them come forward, he'll bust something big with a burning wall of fire, wrapping it around and rerouting to others who can pick them off. If you look like you're in a bad spot, you might even find yourself shielded or a single attack blocked. But the most fun is probably when you may see a broken Null suddenly shudder to life on the ground, standing as Taako hollers from not far off.]

Hey! Don't hit that one! I've got it! This is gonna be some fantasy rock em sock em robots shit!

[Just because he's serious about this doesn't mean he isn't... well, exactly who he is here.]

ii. [later; hours 13-24] we'll stay offline so no one gets hurt / hiding from the real world

[Alright, fuck, this is terrible. Taako has to pull back and take breaks every once in a while, trying to regain his spell slots as much as possible through meditation and pure force of will. It's very rare he's seen with any kind of wear and tear, but the amount of concentration it takes to do magic, resist the Door's everything, and not freak out under the pressure of his own brain is too much for him to think about much else. So at some point, he can be found tucked just outside the Coliseum, only as far as he needs to be, tucked into a corner with his palms pressing into his eyes as he mutters under his breath.]

Fuck, fuck these stupid robots, how long does this shit have to go, just, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine...

[He does not seem very fine.]

iii. [wildcard] we'll be the proud remainers / here 'til the morning breaks us

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Edited 2019-06-17 04:50 (UTC)

( Exhaustion can affect anyone. All it takes is one push too far, one day too many without enough sleep or food.

All it can take is a seemingly endless battle, wave after wave of Null adapting and forcing itself towards the Door, and the lingering, draining madness that emanates off the bouncing sphere in an attempt to defend itself and them. One second where the shadows lingering at the edges of Kate’s vision and the constant taste of blood (ohgodthetasteofblood metallic and warm and invading her throat until she has to force air into her lungs with a grimace) distracts her for just long enough that she doesn’t see the second Null step in too close, doesn’t notice the flash of the laser until it burns through flesh and muscle. )

— Shit.

( It’s such a dull reaction to the pain, so breathless and quiet among the echoing clash of Null versus the people of Hadriel, where spells curve and curl out in their limited space, lighting up the tunnel until — for just a moment — Kate feels twenty again, watching Faith light the Underground up while it collapses around them and Marc’s by her side, groaning with the effort of pushing the earth away long enough that all of them can escape the shuddering, rolling masses of the monsters beneath the city.

But this time the only thing collapsing is her as her knees buckle and each part of her body — her hands letting go of the makeshift weapon they’ve clutched for the last few hours, her head turning towards the place where the Null cut through her — works in slow motion, as though the pain (an oddly distant thing, given the fact a laser sliced through her, obscured by so many layers of fog and memories) has physical weight it attaches to her limbs.

Is she breathing? There’s a burning in her chest, fighting against an erratically stuttering heart, which suggests she is, but she’s not sure how it’s passing her constricting throat. There’s the muted sound of her body hitting the floor, a gentle thud which should sound louder, given the way it rattles in her shins, and the thought:

Sucks to die now.

Yes. Yes it does. )

[ As soon as the Null rolled the cannons out, Nate knew they were screwed.

It isn't the first time he's had heavy ordinance aimed in his direction, and with the number of people they actually have at their disposal, he's aware that they're better off than most temples. It isn't out of love, or fondness, or even loyalty that Nate decided to protect Hope's tidy complex in the first place: it's that he's the only one of these assholes that can bring them back when or if they die, and that's a resource they'll probably need.

It's a rash decision, probably, to think that he of all people can hack something. That he of all people has the ability to get into a machine and figure out how it works. It's not his forte, no, and never will be, but Nate didn't spend all that goddamn time learning the Null language to not use it when it comes to something like this. If not now, when?

They're still behind the protective barrier for the time being. It won't last long. ]

Hey.

[ Aside, away from the dispersing group of people shifting positions, Nate goes to the only person he knows who might be able to handle the absolutely batshit plan he has. ]

I've got an idea, and I need your help.

[Gren goes where he's needed. Right now, that's at the Door-- there's a lot of Null that need smashing, and some people here that he wants to make sure don't end up on the wrong side of them. Fights can go south real quick, and, hell. Fighting's all he's really good for.]

[He's been keeping Lup in his line of sight while he's been turning Null into scrap metal, just in case. Last time the Null came around, she'd gotten herself into a tight spot and he'd had to bail her out-- sure, at the cost of liquifying his own dumbass brain, but whatever. Point is, he needed to be around to make sure that he could toss her out of any other sticky situation she got herself in.]

[Y'know, like when she starts going for some big old Null that's kind of out of her weight class.]

[Gren grabs her by the back of the shirt.]

The fuck you think you're doing?

[Laura is back from the dead and she. is. pissed.

she has a quiver stuffed full of arrows and she's at the Door, determined to not fall a second time, feeling confident in the presence of her friend. she stands back to back with Lup, shooting arrows at approaching Null with brutal efficiency.

she has something of a taste of it, what it will be like in Thedas working to stop the Dread Wolf, and it doesn't scare her. all it does is fill her with a determination to succeed. but that's later.

this is now. and with one of her very best friends at her back, she can't fail]

[Laura had to go here, had to go to defend Hope after he brought her back to life after she died in the initial onslaught.

she's got a quiver stuffed full of arrows and an expression of determination on her face as Elena joins her.

to be honest, the other woman looks a little worse for wear, but. she imagines they all must by now]

Hey. Elena? We're gonna do this.

[Rey is a thing of beauty against the Null. she can admit that to herself.

she finds Rey beautiful under ordinary circumstances, but now? she's like a miracle to behold.

Laura died in the initial onslaught, too few arrows and too much confidence. she hasn't made that mistake twice. her quiver is so full of arrows, it's hard to tell where the quiver begins and the arrows end. and she's firing them at the Null with a brutal efficiency. she knows where they're weak now, where to hurt them. and hurt them she does.

she grins at Rey and answers]

If it is a joke, it's a bad one.

[of all the so-called gods, Margaery feels something of a rapport with Rage. they'd discussed the feelings of being responsible for so many lives, as a Queen and as a God, and she feels something of a duty to be here.

she's not dressed in armor, instead being in the gown she'd worn when she came here, when she died for the first time, when she'd fought the Null for the first time.

indeed, there are areas that have clearly been sewn back together, but this gown saw her through to the end of the first battle against the Null. she trusts that it will see her through the last.

she's never met this woman before, evidentially not one for fripperies and fantasies as she'd never visited the Sewing Shop, but she feels something of a kinship with her just the same, given that they are both warriors preparing to do battle]

I'm afraid I cannot; not with my weapon. But I will do my best to clear a path for you.

( The magic resistance is a pain in the fucking ass. She can boost everyone as much as she wants, but the Null won't give an inch. So, instead, Kate has moved over to using the heaviest and pointiest objects she can find and launching them at oncoming Null. Currently, she grips a pair of knives like they're givers of life — and, perhaps in this situation, they are — and slices through the few signs of wires and weakness that show through the Null's casings.

There's not nearly enough of them, honestly, all cracks and slivers she has to force her blades into, but it's all she's got.

A flash of blonde hair catches her attention as she shoves a Null corpse off her knives and jumps back, a glint of metal just behind the familiar form of a friend. )

Behind you—!

( Ah, hell, no time. She flings a knife just behind Lup's head, aiming for the Null and causing little more than a far too agile dodge.

She hates these things. )

[Gren, you really have to let go and accept that your bestie is already Big Time Dead. Dying don't mean shit to her, so throwing your big, fleshy body around for her sake is sweet, but also like, dumb!!! Stop it!!! No more dying!!

Lup's aware that Gren is nearby - he's a little hard to miss in this form - but she's so single-mindedly focused on kicking ass, that she doesn't even see him when he sweeps in with a speed a being his size has no right having, plucking the woman right off of her feet just as sparks were beginning to crackle at her fingertips. The magic at her hands dissipates in an instant, just as quick as both of her long ears pin back in surprise. The Null she'd been aiming for is lumbering around ahead of them, absolutely towering in comparison to the elf. Definitely not a fair fight at a glance.

Her chin tips up, the woman almost comically throwing her head back to see just who's responsible for holding her back, and it's hard to find the glare she aims at him very intimidating from this angle.]

Uuuuuh - Murdering robots? The better q is what are you doin'? I was just about to make scrap metal outta that big one.

[There's nothing in the whole damn universe than could stop two determined woman, back-to-back, adrenaline pumping through them and the weight of the whole damn world on their shoulders.

Laura lets loose arrow after arrow, finding her mark with her skillful expertise, just as Lup beside her is spinning magic from thin air, channeling all of her best spells into destroying the Null one last time, into taking out Hadriel's last threat. This deep into the battle, there's a bit of manic frenzy in the air, a growl in the elf's tone, not nearly as lighthearted as she'd been earlier in the fight.]

How you doin' back there? Good on arrows?

Don't you think that motherfucker's kinda out of your fuckin' weight class?

[Lup, please, let him be the tank. She might not be able to die but she's also made out of toothpicks and nice hair, she looks like she could take half of a good hit from one of those big fuckers and still get turned into mincemeat. Just because she can turn into a boogity doesn't mean that she should.]

Jesus, let me go at it. While I got it busy, then fuckin' bust its bitch ass. That's like, fuckin' tactics or whatever.

[Your tank goes and tangoes with the other tank, and DPS goes to town on their ass while they're distracted. That's how strategy works or whatever, he doesn't know. He just really doesn't want Lup to run in like a dumb asshole and end up a skeleton ghost.]

[It's not exactly battle gear, but what the hell. They're not exactly a well-prepared army to begin with. Might as well see things through with style. She nods in approval at the weapon, which does look sufficient for the scenario.]

Works for me. We've just got to hold them off long enough for the away team to do their thing. Then...

[Then what? She'll worry about it when 'then' is 'now.']

[It's a relief to see Laura here, alive and well, whether or not she has been this whole time—Elena doesn't really want to think about mass resurrections, and what they might mean for their chances either way.]

Hey you. [The reassurance helps, a little.] How are we doing over here?

[The Null were shitty before, but now that they've upped their magic resistance, now they're just downright annoying.

Lup is already ducking the moment that Kate's warning is shouted her way, the knife whizzing expertly by her head with the elf barely even fazed with how close it comes by. Not after two years of fighting alongside Kate, this is just how the two work. It's why they fit together so damn well.]

Right back at ya!

[Kate focuses to protect Lup, so naturally the elven woman rushes forward to do the same. Direct offensive magic may not work against the newly reinforced automatons, but that doesn't mean all of her magic is suddenly useless. Ice and fire may be stunted, but shocking the fucks to death still works just fine. She casts lightning bolt and zaps the main processor of the unit approaching Kate, overloading it until it bursts.]

[Why does he always have to be right!!!]

Ugh, fine! For your info, I could totally take their ass down, magic or no - [Sounds real fake, Lup, but keep believing that.] But if me throwing myself around is gonna be that much of a distraction, I'll let you play tank. Just no more dying, Gren, or I'll murder you for real! I like your dumb head right where it is.

[Going full DPS just makes sense. Wizards were never meant to tank.]

I mean it. Don't be dumb. Can't lose your ass again.

[Laura's absolutely determined to not fail again. Hadriel's been good to her, despite the stupid gods pulling their stupid shit, and she's not going to let anyone down.

and Laura's stripped of the arrogance of an easy victory she had at first. she knows that this is serious and she doesn't want to fail her friends. and she's not. she learned the likeliest locations of the cores and she's firing her arrows into them with brutal efficiency.

she gives a savage grin at Lup at her question]

Doin' great, but I could always use more arrows.

[to her, it is. she's learned the sword while wearing gowns, she's learned hand to hand combat wearing the same. and she smiles at the apparent approval. the sword was a gift from Ikaruga over a year ago and it's served her well]

And we shall. There is no other option, at least none I'll accept. Then we'll . . .

[then what, indeed. Margaery cannot go home, she's dead there. so she's going to Earth in hopes she can find her lost beloved]

[fortunately, unlike the last time, Hope's resurrections didn't come with a cost, like losing her voice or whatever. so she's back in the fight with no impediments.

she looks determined, but her voice is light and friendly enough]

Doin' pretty good. I have way more arrows than I had the last time. How about you?

My help?

[John's adjusting his rig in the lull, tossing empties and re-distributing the weight across his vest. He showed up with everything he had, and whatever he could grouse up from the communal stockpile of munitions and weaponry.

What would he be saving his bullets for, a special occasion? Something tells him the Null don't have quinceañera, and Poe made it very clear they only had one shot at this. Once the battle starts there's no going back. Not until it's over. John, a seasoned veteran of multiple galaxies and universes, knows better than to assume that 'over' will be within his lifetime.

He clips his rifle to the front of his vest, resting his elbows over the butt with a genial smile. All too comfortable amidst explosions and gunfire. He and Nate are cut from the same disturbingly adaptive cloth.

Granted, Nate requires significantly more yardage than he does.]

Let me guess. You need someone to come in like a wrecking ball? Or are you the ball, and I'm the chain? Or, maybe a wrecking ball operator. Either way, I've demolished a few buildings in my day. So shoot.

["And people" doesn't really need to be said.]

We'll figure that out when it's time.

[All of them will have hard decisions to make, she knows. Some harder than others. But if there's a time for multitasking, this isn't it. They need to focus.]

I'm alive, so I call that a win.

[Is it, though? How do they know when this is really over?]

I've already gotten it figured out. [she says with a wink] Margaery Tyrell, once Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. [she says, neatly skewering an oncoming Null.

her grandmother taught her that she always had to be multitasking, calculating all of the angles and trajectories of her actions at all times to achieve the desired result. and she can socialize while killing Null and thinking about her future]

Definitely a win. These assholes just don't know when to quit, do they?

[and with that, she draws an arrow, nocks, and fires at an oncoming Null]

[She won't fail them and not just because there's no chance of them losing this.]

Can't help ya much there, but we can keep out an eye for more ammo. Just lemme when ya need a break. I can cover. No sweat.

[Fire may not have the same effect, but electricity always seems to hit these fucks right in the sweet spot. With an air of cracking magic at her knuckles, the woman casts chain lightning, an electrical bolt of energy hitting the first of the Null looming before them, before that arching magic leaps to the next, and then one more, shocking them all with enough force to explode their processors.]

[In the few years Rey has been here, not once has she allowed herself to die. Not by monster, person, or god. Hell if she is going to change her winning streak now.]

No shit. [She scoffs, heaving deep breaths as she wipes a streak of blood from her cut lip. Too bad rapid healing isn't one of the traits she "inherited" from her father. Sure as hell would have come into good use right about now. As it is, she has only her strength and constitution to survive.

[That, and maybe a hand or two.

[Despite holding her own so far, she staggers, finding a pillar to prop herself against during one of the brief calm between attacks. She looks at Laura, and blinks.] Why did you come here, anyway? There're safer places to be.

[Not that she expects Laura to hole herself up somewhere and do nothing. But coming this close to the Door, which the Null are so aggressively assaulting, doesn't seem like the right place to be for someone like her, either.]

[They both know that it's a rare day when Gren's actually goddamn right about things. Most of the time he's Big Stupid. Wade was like 80% of his self-control and Wade was shit at self-control.]

Yeah, yeah, fuckin' whatever. It ain't like this is our first rodeo. Just watch out for those little fuckers with the death toasters.

[That stupid little device that was totally cheating that he got hit with last time. Gren had his brain liquified once, he doesn't want to experience Brain Fuckery Part 2: Electric Boogaloo.]

[And now, it's time for a big lumpy murderpotato to do what he does best-- grapple a big motherfucker.]

[they can't afford to lose this]

Okay. Damnit, I should've brought a bag with even more arrows. Now I think of that. But, thanks. I really appreciate it.

[and her eyes widen at the chain lightning spell. now that was badass]

How'd you do that?

[it wasn't really like allowing herself to die. it was more like running out of arrows and getting ran through by a Null. it sucked.

Laura doesn't even have that. she's just your ordinary, garden variety human. she's probably in over her head, but this time she feels an obligation to protect the people of Hadriel.

when the Null first attacked, she didn't feel that. she hid in Delight's temple because she didn't know how to fight. and because she was a coward. but it was mostly the former.

she shrugs, then fires off another arrow into a Null] Right now, it's not really safe anywhere.

[and it's not. no matter where she goes, it's swarming with Null. might as well go where the fighting is thickest, do her best, and rely on others to do the same]

Elena Fisher, of America. Nice job.

[ John looks almost amusingly prepared, with the same practiced, experienced nonchalance that Nate is frequently accused of himself. No carelessness, but understanding. A tacit acknowledgment that shit is fucked and the options for fixing it are minimal.

Neither of them are superbly well-armed under the circumstances, and though Nate retrieved his rifle from Pratt he still has concerns about the extremely limited ammunition as his disposal. Normally he wouldn't bring anyone else along, but the situation requires a very specific skill set. ]

I need cover, and an assist.

[ Wrecking ball and chain isn't far from the truth. He turns so their shoulders brush, and Nate points at one of the distant cannons settled in the treeline, charging up for another blast. ]

I think I can reprogram that thing.

[In Laura's defense, they're all probably a little in over their heads. Rey never thought she would be defending the gods against synthetics when she first arrived to Hadriel, especially after everything they did to her and the people she loved. But here she is. Fate is funny like that.]

No. [Rey huffs, kicking a downed Null before her hand lights up in flames.] Guess it's not.

[The searing heat tears straight into the machine's chassis and into its core, crushing the inside and cutting off what "life" it could be considered having.

[She stands up, throwing the core out of her blackened hand.] These things are mostly just pissing me off, now.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Elena! [and she withdraws her sword from the Null she just killed, raising it to counter an attack from the bladed arm of another Null] And thank you. I had wonderful teachers and fighting the Null the first time was an education in an of itself.

[Laura never figured she'd be fighting against anyone. it was completely unlike anything she knew in Twin Peaks where she was the hunted, not the hunter. or at least the one fighting on somewhat even terms.

she quickly fires an arrow at an oncoming Null which was looking to flank Rey. fortunately, the arrow penetrates straight to the core, so it drops down to the ground, now a hulk of metal.

and she can't help but admire Rey as she fries the Null she'd been fighting against. that was awesome]

Same here. You'd think these assholes would take a hint that they're not wanted.

Right back at ya, big guy. Don't get toasted this time.

[Gren leaps into the fray to keep Lup safe, grappling with a strength the elf can only imagine, just as she moves to skitter out of the way so she doesn't get trampled over. But not before Lup casts fire shield on Gren, upping his fire resistance and giving him a little more edge in battle. Any physical contact made with the enemy has a chance of setting them aflame.

Get fucked, bots.]

Watch out, Gren! He looks like he's firin' his laser!

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Endgame Log: The City

Carlisle Longinmouth | Fear's Temple, Underground Passage [open]

lup l open

Elena Fisher | Rage's Temple -> Hope's Temple

Rey | Door Defense.

Hour 7-10.

taako | door defense | ota

closed; cw: death

hope's temple: running the gauntlet [closed to john sheppard]

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