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Event log: Who What Where Wendigo
Who: Everyone participating in the wendigo event!
What: The accidental-cannibalism-turned-horrifying-monster event that is the Who What Where Wendigo event!
Where: All around the city
When: Feb 14th-March 1st
Warnings: Cannibalism, body horror, evil monsters lurking around.
Don't forget to check up on the Wendigo Guide that Ami posted!
What: The accidental-cannibalism-turned-horrifying-monster event that is the Who What Where Wendigo event!
Where: All around the city
When: Feb 14th-March 1st
Warnings: Cannibalism, body horror, evil monsters lurking around.
Don't forget to check up on the Wendigo Guide that Ami posted!
On February 14th, Rage and Fear decide to give Hope a little bit of help taking care of the residents of Hadriel - they'll provide some food for awhile. How nice! Except, of course, that there's an extra ingredient in this food. A can of beef stew? Yeah... that might not be beef. But hey, it still tastes pretty good! Unfortunately, some spirits slipped through the Door last time it opened, and they're ready to possess anyone who participates in cannibalism - even if they don't know it.
Anyone who eats the provided meat will be possessed by a wendigo spirit. Over the course of twelve days, they will transform into a monster that feels little but rage and hunger. While at first it can be explained away easily enough (people are super annoying, and isn't everyone a little hungry most of the time?), by February 18th, wendigo transformations are impossible to ignore. A few days after, on February 22nd, the anger and cravings of the wendigo spirit will overcome all other emotions, and possessed characters may begin hunting.
The physical and mental transformation will be complete by February 26th. The possessed characters will have lost themselves completely at that point. While physical healing (done by a character with Hope's blessing or another healing ability) can turn back the physical and some mental effects, they will remain possessed until death or until Hope removes the wendigo spirit - which can only be done on the altar of Hope's temple. So have fun dragging your angry, possessed friends there!
On March 1st, Rage does Hope a solid (because she feels sort of bad) and kills all remaining wendigos. Upon revival, the spirit will be gone and the character will be fully recovered. Hopefully no one holds what they did while possessed against them!► This log covers February 14th-March 1st.
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And that's when a stupid thought occurs to her.
"Because of this."
Rather than explaining it, she lifts her hand up. Enough distance is put between them and the surroundings that it should be safe. Then her hand goes up in flames.
It's a small fire, crackling from her fingertips to the palm of her hand. Hopefully it should get the message across as to why she feels prepared enough to enter the caves, despite not being armed to the teeth.
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He leans in a little closer, though he's careful not to go so close that his eyebrows get singed off.
"Randy could do a trick like this, but he just had a glove covered in gasoline..." But there's no glove that he can see here, so how? He looks up at Rey expectantly, excitedly.
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"Am made up of both synthetic and organic tissue. Not only is this body fireproof, it can also generate heat. No gloves necessary, though the armor that came through the door can be helpful."
After a moment, she just curls her fingers into a fist and snuffs out the fire right then and there. Briefly, red veins can be seen pulsating under the slightly glowing skin where the flames had once been.
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He sniffs for the smell of any lingering gasoline or alcohol she might have used for the trick, but... as near as he can tell, it is no trick.
He leans back. "So you can do that any time you want? I guess it makes sense why you didn't bring anything, then."
Perhaps he's a tad embarrassed as he rubs the back of his neck and then turns to check on the soup. But he's not exactly ponying up an apology for his overreaction.
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She just shrugs and leaves it alone. After all, she is no teacher and doubts that she could say or do anything to make things any easier for Firo to grasp.
Rey nods, and while she could demonstrate this again just to show off, that really isn't her style. Besides, it sounds like he already believes her well enough.
"Yes, and the armor amplifies this ability. It's... ironically easier than trying to utilize any of the weapons here. Even if it does require getting a little more up close and personal."
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If someone's trying to whack her with a stick, yes, she could just burn it up. But there are some that might be more tenacious.
"What's wrong with the weapons here? Even if there's no guns, the knives'll always work fine."
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Granted, he does have a point. Someone could easily come at her with a long-ranged weapon and best her. But she wasn't thinking so much about combat with a peer as she has with the monsters in the caves.
She throws up a hand. "There's nothing wrong with the weapons. Have plenty of experience with knives, so using those is no problem. Others just aren't as helpful if they only end up getting destroyed by the fire."
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"It does seem weird, huh? The weapons they picked to put out here, I mean. Not even a pistol--I know a lotta guys back home who'd be upset about it." And she'd mentioned rifles, too. "Makes me wonder where they get 'em from."
He stirs the soup once more and eyes her. Is she wondering what he wonders? That this may be yet another clue that these 'gods' are limited and hardly as powerful as they may pretend?
On the other hand, it could simply be a way to keep their captives from getting too dangerous. But then you'd think they'd off the fire-lady.
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"It's a minor inconvenience. Suppose one can always learn how to pick up new skills, though."
And Rey intends on trying to figure out how the hell one is supposed to handle a sword. It can't be that much different than, say, a bayonet. Right?
She casts Firo a sidelong glance as she turns and leans her back over the counter, her arms crossing over her chest. "Don't know where they come from. Supposedly, one of the 'gods' keeps the place stocked, but the weapons have to be coming from somewhere."
Where, she hasn't yet figured out.
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"And somebody woulda' noticed if it was one of the buildings around here... So it's probably somewhere else. Or far, at least."
Could it be underground? They're already underground.
He shakes his head, trying to ward off a headache, and turns back to the soup. Judging it about ready, he turns off the stove and moves off to rummage for some bowls.
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There aren't that many other places that Rey can think of that the 'gods' would use to store their goods. The city itself is pretty closed off, and the tunnels seem to all loop back to the same place. Or go on for miles to nowhere, whichever.
She opens her mouth to speak, then stops when she notices Firo move. She takes a step back from the counter. "Need any help?" Or should she just shut up and sit down?
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He shakes his head at the offer of help. He fills a bowl and offers it to her before filling the second one.
The question from a moment ago is still on his mind, so he asks, "So what is your job anyway?"
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Firo seems like a decent guy, but he didn't immediately strike her as the fighter type. But there's always room to be surprised when it comes to people, especially the people who were dragged to this place.
"Used to be a soldier," she says as she accepts the bowl of soup handed to her. That's a long story short, anyway. She's just met this guy, so she figures it'd be better to keep things simple for now.
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"A soldier?" His forehead wrinkles, and he pauses before sitting down at the table with his own bowl.
Well, she certainly seems different than a lot of the women back home... But he still never would have guessed that. Female soldiers just aren't a thing where he's from, and he can't imagine the military changing that any time soon. Of course, he knows there are still women on the battlefield, but this lady very specifically said 'soldier' not 'nurse.'
It's only after thinking through all this that he realizes he's just been staring at her. He clears his throat, "Um, sorry, it's just surprising. Not that you don't look like you could do it or anything! There just aren't any women like that back home."
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She nods, taking a seat at the table with her own bowl, and then blinking when it appears that Firo is now gawking. Rey has gotten different sorts of reactions when revealing her former profession, typically a lack of surprise given her temperament and bearing. She is hardly nurse material, that's for damned sure.
"Back home?" Rey blinks again at his answer. "Where's that, if you don't mind saying?"
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He toys with his spoon, still a little flustered from his reaction a moment ago. “New York.” He thinks a moment, then it occurs to him that another detail might be helpful there, “It was 1934. What about you?”
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Did he just say that he was from 1934? Seriously? That's well over two hundred years ago. Rey didn't think there would be anyone like that here, but there are surprises around every corner.
Shaking her head, she looks back at him and finally says, "Shit. It was 2153 back home."
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"Are you kiddin' me? But that's--" Yeah, no, not even trying that math. He shakes his head roughly. "--that's a really long time!"
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"No shit." Rey is just as surprised by the news as Firo is. Not just the years between them, but the fact that she's talking to someone who was alive back when there even was a New York.
It's pretty amazing, actually.
"Two hundred and nineteen years, to be exact."
She can do math.
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"This whole thing... It's all weird as hell." He shakes his head and blows on a spoonful of soup.
"Never thought a year like that'd exist, to be honest. I guess I'm ancient history to you." Two centuries is ancient enough to him, given that he's never had much awareness of history beyond his brief lifespan.
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"A lot's happened, yes." She places an elbow over the table, resting her chin under the palm of her hand. What are manners even. "Things are... very different from back then."
Is there even any point in telling him?
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He leans forward. "What's it like? Is the Depression over? They never brought back Prohibition, did they?"
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"For you, the Depression doesn't end until another five years or so. As for the Prohibition... There would probably be a lot of hell to pay if that one ever made a return." She shrugs, the corner of her lip twitching. "There any other questions about the future you have in mind?"
Heh.
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"Just one thing. I could probably think of more, but it'd take a while." For some people, the wealth of possibilities might be dizzying. That's not exactly true for Firo; his focus is so narrow that only a few things really matter.
"The name Martillo mean anything to people in the future?"
He hardly thinks they'll ever be as notorious as Capone or Luciano, and that's probably a good thing. But it can't hurt to ask.
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She blinks at his last question, and shakes her head. "No, never heard of that name before."
Sorry, Firo.
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Rey, no
saaave
/thumbs up
sticks and stones, firo. sticks and stones...
...are not as scary as words?
too true
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