Event Log: Extinction V.2

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Extinction event!
Where: All around the city
When: July 22nd-July 29th
Warnings: Fighting, the cruel slaughter of innocent monsters who definitely don't want to eat you, wholesale destruction, and maybe some painting

On July 22nd, Hope puts the call out for a little help with this monster problem he's been having - for the second time. In exchange for some prizes, he'd like you to go into the caves and kill him a few monsters! He'll be keeping an eye out and rewarding you for each kill, so grab a friend and a sword and get to work. Just try not to get lost in the caves - they're pretty extensive, and no one seems to have a decent map. Also, you know. They're full of slavering hellbeasts.

If you're not a fighter, don't worry! Hope also wants to clean things up around the city a little. There'll be caches of cleaning supplies, tools, paint, and other various piece of beautifying equipment available to find in the shops, and he plans to reward people for the time and effort they put in there, too! His sense of artistry is not particularly advanced, so don't worry about impressing him. You'll probably get an A for effort regardless.

For those characters participating in the beautifying portion of the event, please comment here with a brief description of what your character will be doing - for example 'painting three buildings and cleaning up the roads around the clinic'. If your character will be killing some of the monsters, please comment here and let us know how many they've taken out - for example 'three cacodemons and one troll'. For reference, here is a list of the amount of each monster that can be found in the caves:

Monsters Bereskarn (10 1) Blobs (3 1) Cacodemons (14 0!!!) Coeurls (4 0!!!) Deathclaws (6 1) Hunters (1 0!!!) Malboros (9 1) Mimics (11 4) Rodents of Unusual Size (15 0!!!) Skulltulas (12 5) Smokers (5 0!!!) Taxxons (8 2) Trolls (12 1) White Walkers (2 0!!!) Wraiths (8 6) Yeti (2 0!!!)

► This log covers July 22nd-July 29th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you happen to lose a monster fight or accidentally drink some paint, please notify us of your death here!

Comments

<3 my favourite knight

[dedikated]

[ She doesn't really bother to come up to people when they make their way through the armoury. It feels a bit too 'salesperson in the shopping centre' to suit her, and the pile of first aid kits are obvious enough, she thinks, that anyone who doesn't notice her hair will probably notice them. Really, keeping her head mostly down has been Kate's strategy since she finally got out of that exhausted haze - try to mend bridges with the people she could, and stick close to the ones who didn't treat her differently despite it.

It had made the month easier to bear, somewhat. And thus, she could work on things like the healing cells or simply attempting to have a life.

(The latter? Not quite that easy.)

Henry catches her when she's half-daydreaming, leaning against the table she's set up and staring off at no wall in particular. ] Oh. [ With a quick jerk back into reality, Kate's reaching behind her for one of the trinkets that were left. Aid, trinket, cell. It all meant the same thing, right? ] Aye. [ she holds out a bracelet in her hand - some tacky friendship bracelet made of colourful thread with cheap beads in it. It looks entirely normal, really. Maybe a bit too easy to overlook, in fact. ]

[hotspurred]

Forgive me if I disturbed you.

[Henry remarks with an undercurrent of dryness, before he takes the bracelet. After inspecting it, he gives Kate a look that suggests he thinks its complete lack of dignity has something to do with her sense of humour.]

...One supposes its purpose is all that truly matters.

[And then, finally considering that his sardonic tone might not be ideal when he has requests to ask of her, he touches gauntleted knuckles to his mouth in a habitual gesture before taking a more polite approach.]

If you would provide the Guard with two of these, then you shall have our sincere gratitude. They would serve us well on patrol.

[dedikated]

[ Healing cells are serious business, she will have you know. It's not her fault that the options in the shops are a mess. Well, okay, so there were less ridiculous options...

At his request, she simply plucks another from the pile - this is less terrible, simply a smooth pebble that she washed and cleaned after finding on the street. ] Here. [ Said with complete neutrality, despite the fact that a brief, almost pleased curl of her lips flashes across her face. It's nice to actually do something useful, for a change. ] Tap [ sharply ] on them to use them. Once to activate, once to deactivate. Has to be touching the injury to heal it.

[hotspurred]

All right.

[The instructions are easy enough to remember. It's fortunate that he keeps a pouch on his belt to hold his phone, since it gives him somewhere to put both healing cells -- his armour doesn't allow for pockets.

With that done, Henry shifts his weight and puts a hand on his hip, cocking his head.]

I have some questions to put to you. None of which are official, I make haste to add. Do you mind?

[He does not want her to misconstrue his curiosity for Guard business, lest she feel that she cannot refuse to answer. They're mostly about her powers, but some are mere idle speculations. Her name, for example, and her vaguely familiar accent. He feels that he should know it, somehow.]

[dedikated]

[ That gets enough attention to earn a tilt of her head and the shift of her weight back against the table until she's just slightly leaning on it. ] Sure. Ask away. [ Kate sort of expects the power questions, it's relatively commonplace here. And that, at least, has never bothered her. She's always had to be pretty open with it since she realised that she can't just see every power down here with one enchantment the way she can back home. ]

[hotspurred]

[Henry dips his head, deciding where to begin.]

You said these aids must be recharged. Be it both the healing magic and your own that fades? How long can your enchantments last?

[dedikated]

[ She presses her weight back onto the table, her hands either side of the first aid kits as she rocks back slightly. ] When my power fades, the healing power goes as well. [ In other words: both. ] Got a month of use, unless you use the healing power too much. [ An intake of breath, and she adds; ] They're charged for a maximum of thirty heals.

[hotspurred]

[Henry taps his fingers on his fauld as he takes mental note. He'll write up instructions when he drops the healing cells off at headquarters. The fact that her enchantments fade necessitates the Guard remaining on at least somewhat good terms with her if they want to make long-term use of her talents. Not that he's mentioned the notion to any guardsman but Maketh, and none of it even matters if Kate proves unwilling.]

Have you encountered any abilities not compatible with yours?

[dedikated]

[ That's a little more complicated, because so far the answer is; ] No. Not yet. [ But then there's the fact that: ] But summat about this place... Can't just make it work like I do back home. [ She hops up onto the table now, crossing one leg over the other. ] Everyone's powers seem t' work differently. Have to experiment a bit. [ Which is usually a whole lot of guesswork until something reacts. ]

[hotspurred]

[Henry nods and paces a few steps.]

I am not wholly surprised.

[While back home he can extend his own unique talent to thirty men, he cannot here. But with Kate confirming some of his prior speculation, perhaps... well. In due time.]

What place call you home?

[Since she mentioned it, he is quick to put that question out there. Her accent is an itch in his mind -- he should know it. That sentiment perhaps echoes in his tone. What obscures it, of course, is the difference hundreds of years make.]

[dedikated]

[ well, at least he seems to understand those limitations. that makes things a little easier than trying to explain reasoning she's not fully grasped herself. why powers work differently, how they have all these different wavelengths and appearances. it's something Kate just tries to take at face value rather than questioning, because headaches lie in the direction of those questions.

but the sudden change in topic? well, it's easier, but more surprising all the same. she blinks for a moment, because home has been a lot of different places over the years, but there's always one: ] Town near- [ Manchester, the answer she's gotten used to giving with all the people who decidedly do not have the familiar lilt of their tone that Henry does. ] I mean. Wigan. D'you know it?

[hotspurred]

Aaaah. [He breathes, with sudden understanding. Lancastrian. No wonder it seemed somewhat familiar.] I know of it. In the Duchy of Lancaster. My family is well acquainted with John of Gaunt.

[Wigan becomes part of Greater Manchester long after his era.]

And Galloway -- have you a Scottish ancestor?

[Family names deriving from a person's hometown are common enough. He finds a certain amusement in the thought, given that he knows the Douglas Lords of Galloway all too well.]

[dedikated]

[ that would mean a lot more to her if she'd paid attention in history class, really. instead, kate just hums. at least someone knows her area.

(wigan will always be lancashire, no matter what the borders say. at least, that's how it goes for the people she grew up around,)

her head lolls back in thought at that second question. there is a family tree, written by her maternal grandmother (who kate never remembers meeting, the woman died when she was still a toddler), somewhere in the box of family effects she keeps under her bed back home. it's been a while since she read it but- ] ...Some generations back, aye. You know people up that way? [ that side of her family is about as british as sunday roast down in the pub. scotland is about as exotic as it gets.

and while this conversation is actually sparking her curiosity - or at least a familiarity that is somewhat settling - there are other things that should be discussed in a more official capacity. once the boss turns up, anyway. ]

[hotspurred]

[Henry nods, quirking a half-smile.]

I do. For my part, home is Northumberland. [Mainly Warkworth and Alnwick, but particular places in the county don't really matter when it's all Percy land.] Defence of the border is the duty of my family. In practice 'tis a mix of war and treaty.

[Both of which involve knowing those on the other side. Henry momentarily touches the back of his head with his free hand, shifting his weight between his legs. He then looks directly at Kate.]

I have another request to make of you.

[dedikated]

[ Ah. She has good memories of that area, even if they were all work related. It was - at least - back at the beginning of her Agency career, when all she really had to do was gather information. ] Been there a couple of times. [ Defence of the border isn't as much of a thing, or really a thing at all, in her time, but even Kate knows enough about history to remember that it was a thing, many moons ago.

She tilts her head and tugs her lips to one side. More? It's been an enlightening conversation, one that's taken turns she wasn't quite expecting, and- well, even after the entire mess of last month, she doesn't hold anything against the guard; she just doesn't know any of them, really, outside of their work (apart from Glacius, obviously) -it's pleasant. Let's leave it at that. When you're not feeling defensive and tired from your own mistakes, it's easier to see the people beyond the interrogators.

(And that was still a far better interview session than she expected, so can she really be that upset with them? Nah.) ]

Sure. What?

[hotspurred]

[Henry's expression lights up a degree at that piece of knowledge. There is no question that another time he will ask her about her time in Northumberland. When he is no busy or occupied, he is often homesick; the opportunity to steal a glimpse into its future is one that he cannot resist.]

Would you consider performing enchantments for willing members of the Guard?

[It is a complicated request, all things considered. Henry grimaces faintly.]

Let me not strain your goodwill. Answer at your leisure.

[They won't lose anything if she refuses or needs time to think about it. In this case, pressuring her seems a poor choice.]

[dedikated]

[ There's an enchantment she does have ready, one that would be useful to the guard, which she hasn't offered, if only because; ] I can't right now. [ She fiddles with one of the remaining trinkets. ] Still trying to set these up. [ And they're complicated. And draining. And seven a day is about as much as she can handle without draining herself completely. ] ... When we have enough, I could work on some. [ When she can just make a couple a day or recharge what needs recharging. She's pretty sure the draining enchantment she uses for the caves would be helpful. ]

Oh, we've [ the clinic, she means; ] got a... suggestion, I s'pose. [ that's one way of putting it. ]

[zen_en_vert]

Hey.

[Says Bruce, coming over, dusting his hands off. He's finished setting out his share of the packs, and this seems like a good moment to interrupt.]

Are you talking about the potential plan?

[hotspurred]

[Henry looks between the pair of them and tilts his head, setting his free hand on his other hip. Obviously 'we' means clinic, which is only fair after his prompting on behalf of the Guard.]

I am listening.

[dedikated]

[ She's not going to bother with fanfare for this. It's a pretty simple plan; ] We want to get these into the Colosseum when the next batch of people arrive. [ Her voice does away with the more quick spoken aspects, all clipped business tones and she holds the last trinket between her fingers in case it wasn't obvious enough what these were. ]

[zen_en_vert]

We want to greet people from the inside, not have them scrambling through the black to get out. A concentrated force of our best trained warriors, with a light source, moving in trained formation to get the disoriented or hurt people to safety, to the clinic across the way.

[He agrees, equal parts determined and hopeful.]

[hotspurred]

[Henry is quiet for a moment as he thinks. They are simple enough tasks -- the Guard has every intention of assisting new arrivals and fighting off the monsters that come with them. Coordinating with the clinic can only improve the process.

He will have to discuss it with Maketh, of course, but he foresees no real problems. They lost Damen a few weeks ago, and Nick is still in no condition to fight, but their numbers remain sufficient barring a veritable flood of newcomers. Though he suspects that he and Maketh might have a more realistic view on what constitutes as concentrated force. Nor can they account for the actions of combatants outside of their ranks. Hopefully common sense will prevail in those cases. Regardless, they shall intervene where they are needed.]

Very well. The Guard shall see both done.

[He says decisively.]

[dedikated]

[ That went easily. Not that she's really surprised - despite her own misdeeds, both the clinic and the guard have the same goals in mind. Keep the people stuck here safe. Kate nods, pleased by this, and glances over at Bruce for a moment. He did mention wanting to go in with them. ]

Some of our staff are competent fighters. [ She's seen Hakkai battle, and while she doesn't have half the raw supernatural power he does, Kate manages to hold her own more than well enough. ] We can station people outside if needed.

[zen_en_vert]

I'm a berserker.

[He out and out admits.]

I can come with you, but there's a risk of it getting out of hand. I don't want to send you into danger when I could help, but I don't know if I can say how safe a help I could be.

[hotspurred]

[Henry shakes his head.]

It seems unwise to me to put your staff in danger, however martially able. Your particular skills cannot be replaced. We would not take such a risk unless the situation was truly desperate.

[He reaches up and taps the edge of his shield -- which is strapped on his back for easy carrying -- just visible over his shoulder.]

Should there be a need for one of yours to attend to a casualty inside the colosseum, then one of ours shall defend them. Let our priority be the fighting.