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Soul Campaign Moderation Journal ([personal profile] soul_mods) wrote in [community profile] soul_logs2012-08-24 09:51 pm

[OPEN] Mission 155

Characters: Open to those who signed up here.
Location: An unmarked cavern system outside Death City.
Rating: Various.
Time: March 18th, sunrise.
Description: Shibusen agents brave underwater caverns to take out the first of three Madness emitters.

Missiongoers pile out of the mirrors early in the morning, just as the first hints of sun start to color the walls of the sandstone canyon red and purple; it'll be the last bits of real light they'll see for at least a few hours. The atmosphere is electric -- there're quite a few new (and old) arrivals who're eager to see some action, but just as many people who're feeling rather more apprehensive… And for good reason.

The only way to their destination is blocked by a few hundred yards of sunken tunnels. Luckily they've been provided with mouthpieces, breathing apparatuses with enough oxygen to last about ten minutes: more than enough time, provided that the guests don't lose their way in the dimly-lit, twisted caverns. It's as easy as following the person in front of them, right?

Upon emerging safely from the pool onto mostly-dry land, they'll find themselves in an immense cavern, illuminated by countless, blue fungi clinging to the walls and ceiling, looking like stars dotting a night sky. Already the first signs of the way Madness has been corrupting the wildlife are evident: the mushrooms exude strange spores that make some people's head pound the same way the increasingly noticeable Madness wavelength does.

As they travel further into the watery caves and explore its many branches, they'll begin to encounter creatures twisted by Madness: moles, snakes, beetles, centipedes, all grown to monstrous proportions, some with a venomous bite that quickly turns their victim feverish and delirious. The more daring fighters can easily dispatch those and delve even deeper, and it's near the source of the Madness, in the chamber housing the emitter itself, that they'll encounter the kishin eggs.

There're dozens of them-- eyeless, white, vaguely human-shaped things, but despite their blindness they have no problem finding their quarry, fighting with claws and exuding their own Madness wavelength. If the missiongoers can stand strong against the kishin eggs and the ever-present wavelength given off by the Madness emitter, Shibusen's specialists will have enough time to shut the machine down for good.


OOC NOTES.
- The event summary post containing all relevant links is located here.
- Make your own threads, but please indicate in your subject line [CHARACTER(S) | LOCATION | OPEN/CLOSED] and, if applicable, if you need a kishin egg NPC!
- The locations are the sunken tunnels, the medics area, the cave system, and the emitter chamber, but only the medics will have their designated sub-thread.
- If you have any further questions, the mod thread on the coordination post is here!
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[personal profile] yamagishi 2012-09-29 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I think you should too, Petrov." She said as she took another small step. "After what happened, it would be for the best."

She took another step but her lack of energy was starting to become apparent. Fuuka was starting to get lightheaded before nearly falling on the ground. "Sorry, I think we do need to hurry before the beetles come back..."

[personal profile] hand_of_judgement 2012-09-29 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
The raising of one of his slender brows was all the answer she got for her efforts. While he wouldn't take her advice, the Judge found it rather odd to hear such concern, even if it would undoubtedly be out of obligation. He didn't say anything in return, but he did catch sight of her growing fatigue.

As much as he loathed doing it, the Judge had little choice but to react and reach out to help steady her when Fuuka showed signs of nearly falling to the ground. "Perhaps it might be best for you to take a moment to rest before we continue," he murmured, inwardly loathing the thought of having to be so physically close to another.