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mayfield_rpg2012-09-06 12:44 pm
mayfield_mods) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-09-06 12:44 pm
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event: portal six | the wasteland
If you had thought that a charred nuclear hellscape couldn't possibly get any worse, turns out you thought wrong.
The sixth portal is located just a few yards across from the entrance to the Mayfield Dairy. The door to the Dairy is, as always, locked, but those of you who stare long enough at the drawn curtains might notice them fluttering slightly every once in a while- as if there's movement behind them. As if someone is watching.
Even just by glancing at the portal from the Mayfield side, you can tell it makes the desert portal look like a tropical vacation by comparison. The portal opens up to the interior of a ruined schoolhouse, its walls and floor caked with dust and ash. The hallways are bare and desolate, save for the occasional scorch mark. Inside the classrooms you can see small skeletons beneath the desks, curled up as if for warmth.
The world outside the schoolhouse is no better. Not only are the old hazards still here- pockets of intense radiation, air clouded by ash and smoke -but things have apparently deteriorated since your last visit. There are glitch pockets, as expected, but they're not sitting in place anymore: they're moving, slowly at times, quickly at others. And they're not moving at random, either: they'll come straight for you, as if they're hunting...
But glitch pockets aren't the only ones out for your blood. The roaming gangs of cannibal survivors are still here, but they appear to have been as changed as the landscape. Many of them bear the same deformities as the drones of the carnival- multiple or lacking limbs, two bodies fused together, mutated growths spreading up and down their limbs. Many of them are wearing scorched hazmat suits, patched together haphazardly. All of them are armed. None of them are friendly.
The sun hangs high in the sky, but you can barely see it through the thick brown clouds. This is a dead world, and unless you find that memento fast, you're about to become a permanent resident.
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[Hesitantly did Aurica step out of the schoolhouse, as she peered out, a hand on the doorway's frame. The interior had already bothered her, with bones and walls reeking of death, so she already had the feeling the outside was as broken.]
This place is terrible... Why am I back in something like this?
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For the moment, though, I'm content simply to find whatever it is that our unknown benefactor has tasked us to uncover. Some piece of the Librarian's past.
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You think we'll find whatever that is, out here? [The girl said this as she stepped away from the schoolhouse, a few yards closer, as she glanced this way and that.]
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... No, I'm not. [A small sigh, as she continued, flatly:] My powers aren't back yet. There's bad things here, aren't there.
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It reminds me of the Choral City at Istvaan III, after the Virus bombings.
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So, there was a lot like this in your time? What happened to it?
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We've got work to do.
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What're we looking for, exactly? Or, what should we be paying attention to?
[The girl finishes as she seats herself behind Garviel... after figuring out how to sit in it with her skirt, at least.]
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Hold on! [ ONce she's strapped in and holding on, he accelerates clear of the schoolhouse, seeking for other habitations, trying to avoid cannibals or the moving glitches. He's got enough firepower to destroy a tank, and enough rate of fire to lay out a platoon, but he's not taking chances with Aurica onboard. ]
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[Aurica did as she was told, securing herself onto the vehicle as best she could figure out. She knew that this was a very dangerous place, but not having half her questions responded to, especially ones she felt important to feel useful, did put her off a little.
Still, she said she trusted him, right? She tried not to make her agitation known, at least.]
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The jolt made her push forward, her grip on Garviel tightening until she felt more comfortable about the incredible rush of wind and how fast they were moving.
Soon enough, she yelled out, thinking loud enough for him to hear above the noise of their travel:] H-hey, this is kind of fun! Where'd you get it?
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As for what we're looking for, anything out of place that isn't a mutant or... a glitch.
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Aurica moved some strands of hair away from her face, very grateful for her hair being braided and held by the side ribbons, as she tried to pay attention to the scenery. The mutants by now were nothing new to her, but the moving...things, resembled something very familiar. Almost like the Viruses of the Tower, but in a constant in-between state.]
Some things here are way too similar to my own world... [Though that was more to herself than said aloud.]
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Scenic view huh big guy?
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[Just revving her engine at that.]
Bet I can survey a larger area. Faster too.
[Because everything is of course a contest.]
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Yeah I'm not gonna let you have all the fun of running down freaks.
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