event: portal six | the wasteland

[mayfield_mods]

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.

Comments

[nosigntospeakof]

No, not you. [Brown eyes dart to Klaus and Signless's face eases into a slightly more relaxed expression, a small but warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He takes a few long, confident strides toward the taller man then reaches up to gently tap his hand against Klaus's cheek twice.]

Hello again, Klaus.

[madboy]

You know each other?

[Well, that makes things easier. It actually relaxes him a little; having a third party there dissolves the tension a bit, as he no longer has to worry about this just being him and his father trying very hard to avoid talking about something.]

You're right; it's better if there are more of us. We can search more thoroughly and will probably be more difficult to kill. Anything that can survive whatever created this place won't be friendly.

[myblimpisbigger]

[Klaus smiles -- actually smiles and paps Signless in return.]

Yes, we know each other. This is Signless; Signless, this is Gilgamesh, my son. And 'won't be friendly' may be a bit of an understatement. Do you have anything to fight with, Signless? If not you can borrow my sword.

[Even though it's longer than you are tall.]

[nosigntospeakof]

[Oh, that expression! That smile! The paps! He can't help it, he's hugging Klaus and it's going to be horrendously awkward.]

It's a pleasure to finally get to meet Klaus's descendant- ah, son. Sorry, it's been some time since I've used human terms. But hello, Gilgamesh.

I don't but I think I can handle your sword. It's not what I'm used to but I believe I can manage. [He'll just have to use it as a staff! ...Somehow, he'll figure it out.]

[madboy]

[Gil nods politely.]

Either works.

[That is some cynicism there, Gilgamesh.]

I'm sure we can fashion some sort of weapon for you; we don't know what's going to happen, and I don't know how well we'd be able to protect you if something does. It's better to be armed.

I probably should have brought a backup death ray... a sword will do for now, though. I hope you're well-versed in melee.

[myblimpisbigger]

[Klaus hands the sword over -- it really is larger than Signless, but it's Skif-forged, light and strong, so hopefully he won't have too many issues with it.]

Hopefully you won't need to be, but it's best to be safe, as Gil says.

Though we're not likely to encounter much, either good or bad, in here.

[He starts to make his way out into the wasteland beyond. Follow, y/n?]