a storm approaches.This log is for everyone who signed up for The Storm investigation. Feel free to use the here to plot further on how you plan on approaching The Storm, and the issue. The mod questions thread is also open, if you have anything you would like to run by us.
the investigation.It takes a day of preparation, and a day of discussion, before you are led further down into the tunnels. It's pitch black, but one of the BGs who you have become familiar enough with turns on a low light and continues further. You walk for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes, and then turn a corner into a large, open cavern. The BG explains that at one time, this had been an underground transportation system - old and unused for centuries, now, but still in working order.
They file each of you onto a single car - it seems to be large enough to fit nearly a hundred, possibly more, bodies - so everyone has a space. The BG explains that they have already input the coordinates into the system, and that once they close the door, you will be transported to the last known location. The car will be programmed to wait for 72 hours, and then will return to this location. There is food and water supplied, and already packed, in the car. If you are not back in the car by that time, it will leave you behind. They then give their farewells, thank you for your help and readiness, and step away from the door - letting it close behind them. The car travels down a pitch black tunnel, and while the inside is dimly lit enough for the Circle Members to see each other and move around without hinderance, you can see nothing through the windows. It continues for a few hours at this rate - nothing to see, no idea where you are going. That is, until it seems to break through the surface, the track running through buildings and another, unknown area of the city.
The streets and buildings are abandoned, the tech old and outdated, windows broken out and dust filling the street. The sky, like back in the city you knew before, is cloudy and grey. But these clouds are different - these clouds are dark in a way you haven't seen before. You travel for another half hour above ground before the cart comes to a stop, and during this time it happens twice. A low rumble, seeming to come from everywhere at once, and then a few heartbeats after, a disasterous flash of lighting - miles away, yes, but threatening and gigantic, brighter and more violent than you've ever seen lightning before. The crash shakes the ground under you, and the damage is immense.
But the buildings are abandoned, the streets empty save for crates, old mechanical bits, dusty remnants of a society long forgotten by the Struxta you came from just a couple of days prior.
This is The Storm you've been warned about. the storm.You have been asked to find out information that will help the BG's, and Struxta, to stop The Storm.
From what you can gather, it does seem to be a naturally occurring weather phenomenon, as far as weather systems seem to work on this planet. However, rather than scattered thunder and lightning strikes, it seems to almost recharge and strike with epic proportions. It can damage, or destroy, buildings. It shorts out any and all items (and people) who depend on electricity in any form to function (Sorry Daylight and Conner, sorry to anyone who brought along technology) within a three mile radius.
The 'darkness' the BGs were talking about does follow this storm, but they seem to have been referring to this electrical shortage that comes from the storm and it's strikes. If this storm does reach any of the still-occupied areas of the city, it will shut down the entire grid, as well as any of the robots, androids, or electrically based figures that exist there - essentially ending the life of every Struxta citizen that is effected.
Plot, plan, theorize, and see if you can find a way to stop The Storm. If not, be back on the train car in 72 hours time, to return to the BGs and report what you have found.PROMPT IDEAS
1.) Discussions on the train - do you have any ideas for what to prepare? Any discussions you may want to have? You and your fellow Circle Members are caught here together for a few hours, driving into a situation you know very little about. What do you want to make sure you're prepared to handle?
2.) Scouting missions - the heart of The Storm is very much in the distance, and it is not moving quickly, giving Circle Members plenty of time to set out and check out the surrounding city. What you will find won't be much - this is a robotic ghost town in every turn of the phrase. Buildings have been abandoned for hundreds of years, covered in dust and left entirely undisturbed, except for the breeze that now seems to flit through this entire area. There are stores, warehouses, apartments, and buildings you can't even tell what they were used for, cleared out. Whenever, or whoever, lived in this part of Struxta had evacuated, quickly but efficiently.
3.) The Storm - The Storm is still a distance away from where the cart has dropped you off, enough that when your 72 hours are up, the heart of the storm and the lightning strikes shouldn't reach the car, or the track. This does mean that to do any closer investigation, you will need to go to The Storm itself. But be careful - the electrical output from these lightning strikes are dangerous, and can have all sorts of effects on both natural and mechanical beings. The wind, the closer you get to The Storm, will also pick up - making any kind of flying or air travel impossible.
4.) Planning - the car leaves everyone off at an old train station, which a large room attached. This room can be used as a kind of home base, as well as a meeting location. What do you plan on doing? Simply taking down information, or trying to take the storm head on? How do you plan on doing that? Will your abilities help? This room attached onto the train station is a safe location - no effects of The Storm will make it inside. Use as you would like! |
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acatalepsy_logs2018-07-29 11:52 pm
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Either way, she's never been one to leave another behind, and she's not so much walking by and more approaching Connor, a familiar man she's assisted in the past before all hell broke loose. He seems injured, though there's no way of telling if he's been struck by lightning. Her own strength, she knows, has been impeded by whatever magic prevents her from her old skillset, so while she does bend down to offer Connor a sturdy shoulder to grab hold of, she knows she could not escort him back for long.]
I...have someone who may be able to help.
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Connor's not going to turn away aid right now, that's for certain. He manages-]
If you can. Please.
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Still holding on to Connor, she shuts her eyes, breathing out, and in a quiet voice--]
I need you...please.
[There's a flash of light surrounding her, a calm and brilliant blue in contrast to the lightning of the storm, and seeming to step out from the fringes materializes a large white lion, about the size of a polar bear. At first, it's incorporeal, and then slowly further solidifies, turning to face Allura and Connor with a steady gaze, mane whipping in the wind.
Allura adjusts her hold, using the small amount of strength to lever Connor up onto the lion's back, attempting to throw his legs astride the lion and the rest of him up against its mane.
She grunts.]
Can you move at all? Or at least hold on?
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The surprise of seeing what seems to be a incorporeal lion, coming to life in a burst of brilliant light, would be keener in different circumstances. Circumstances in which he were home, on the streets of Detroit where such abilities certainly did not exist, not a member of the Circle, surrounded by individuals with equally strange abilities. And yet it’s still unexpected, and Connor’s eyes cannot help but widen a little in surprise — a magnificent sight; it looks like a stoic kind of guardian, unbothered by the Storm thundering and brewing miles away.
He doesn’t say anything at first. To Connor’s credit, he’s not entirely useless as she tries to prop him up on the lion, managing to shift his balance so that he is astride it, leaning forward with his face practically in its mane. His fingers grasp at fur, tightly.]
I can sufficiently hold on, I think.
[But that seems so… secondary now to the questions in his head, despite the warning flashing in his eyes and the unusual weight of his limbs.]
Is this… yours? [The lion, he means. He doesn’t know how else to properly phrase that question.]
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She's not taking any chances. Though perhaps being in such close proximity to an android is not the best idea considering the toll this lightning storm seems to take. But right now, her armour is still functioning, and the further away from the storm back to the underground, the safer they'll be.
The Lion has remained stoic, unmoving and only offering a low, rumbling growl of acknowledgement, until Allura is properly on, and then it rises, beginning to break out into a run without any audible command. It's strides are long, the movement smooth against the terrain.
Allura's quiet for a tick, but not because she didn't hear Connor's question.]
In a way, I suppose it is...a part of me? [She sounds uncertain, wrapping her arms a bit more firm around Connor as the Lion banks to the right through the abandoned streets.] I...am still uncertain of this ability, and whether I should even call this Lion mine.
Where I am from, it is a guardian of my people.
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A guardian? [He grits his teeth, another jolt of static coursing through him. He mentally attempts to push through it.]
What a... a boon that you've been given if that's the case. Does it have a name?
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The Lion responds in turn with a knowing, growling rumble, banking to the left through rubble, avoiding being on completely open ground with it being the tallest point of contact. ]
It is a "gift" from the Witch. I had...other abilities back home that I am unable to access here, however. [so she truly is no certain if this is a gift to make up for what she lacks here, or...something else.] But no, it does not have a name.
[As far as she's aware. If anyone would know a name of an Ancient guardian spirit of Oriande, it would be Lotor. But...well. She grits her teeth, leaning in closer to Connor as another pulse from the storm hits. The Lion still does not stumble.]
It is simply the White Lion of Oriande.
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White Lion of Oriande. He commits it to memory, despite all the whirring happening within the confines of his mind.]
Helpful- [He starts again, tries to pull words together to form sentences.] Helpful to have; clever, too.
[Connor had noted the way it avoided the open ground, sticking close to the rubble instead to avoid any fatal strikes of lightning.]
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They'll be having to make their way into a less densely compact, more open territory on their way back to the Undergroud, but hopefully it's far enough away from the Storm where the effects won't threaten to actually touch them.]
Yes, it appears to have a mind of its own... [She keeps talking, hoping it's helping to stave away the effects of the storm.] But I would expect no less from a guardian.
[a pause.]
And I suppose it is better suited for this mission than the Blue Lion...there is no telling how the storm may have affected her were she here.
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[It seems like the logical follow-up question, though the idea of holding a conversation during all of this is a bit ridiculous. But anything to keep him focused on something other than the Storm.]
Another “guardian”?
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I suppose the Lions of Voltron are guardians of sorts-- [the fact that the guardian of Oriande is a Lion, and the fact that her father had likely accessed the world to unlock his own alchemist abilities which in turn helped Voltron take its shape, does not go without notice.] But...no. The Blue Lion is quite different from this one.
[a pause]
Have you met a man named Shiro? [considering he can turn into one, it may prove the best example she can give.] He is someone also from my universe.
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No, I haven't.
[She's fortunate, though, he thinks. An idle thought flitting through his head, regarding those here who have people rom their worlds to rely on.]
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There's a frown.]
Ah, well-- it is not something he is able to do at home, but here he is granted the ability of turning into the Black Lion of Voltron. Albeit, a smaller version.