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thisavrou_log2016-12-01 04:59 pm
notglitching) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-12-01 04:59 pm
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Ploiatos Log
Who: This lot and whoever else wants in
When: Backdated to November 14
Where: ILR (Ploiatos' room and beyond)
What: Threat-killing! (Y'know, back when we had a ship to save.)
Warnings: Violence, creepy skele-zombie-virus death, and whatever you bring to the party.
It's been spreading for weeks. The power failures. The static. The sick, sparking weight that lingers in the air, dragging at limbs and draining the life from those who linger long enough to feel it. Corruption, acrid and tangible, eating away at the Moira and its crew.
All of it, centered on one being. Whatever Crewman Ploiatos may have been before his transformation, the damage he's doing now is impossible to miss--and, next to nothing to what might result if he escaped. The Mirtis' first rampage killed nearly all of the original ship's crew. His second was stopped only by a trick, a trap, and quick containment. But now? Containment's failed. The walls are literally crumbling apart, and some doors are better opened on your own terms.
Strategies have been made. Equipment prepared. Noncombatants are moved safely out of range, barriers literal and figurative built to keep the creature in range of those capable of harming it. But when it comes to a creature with impossible speed, a disabling touch, and the ability to drain or rot whatever it gets near?
It's safe to say most plans are a rough guideline.
[[OOC: Huge apologies to everyone involved for the late post. As the plot's very much resolved at this point, handwaving is fine-- this is just to give the option for those who want to backthread. Toss in your own starters, or tag around!]]
When: Backdated to November 14
Where: ILR (Ploiatos' room and beyond)
What: Threat-killing! (Y'know, back when we had a ship to save.)
Warnings: Violence, creepy skele-zombie-virus death, and whatever you bring to the party.
It's been spreading for weeks. The power failures. The static. The sick, sparking weight that lingers in the air, dragging at limbs and draining the life from those who linger long enough to feel it. Corruption, acrid and tangible, eating away at the Moira and its crew.
All of it, centered on one being. Whatever Crewman Ploiatos may have been before his transformation, the damage he's doing now is impossible to miss--and, next to nothing to what might result if he escaped. The Mirtis' first rampage killed nearly all of the original ship's crew. His second was stopped only by a trick, a trap, and quick containment. But now? Containment's failed. The walls are literally crumbling apart, and some doors are better opened on your own terms.
Strategies have been made. Equipment prepared. Noncombatants are moved safely out of range, barriers literal and figurative built to keep the creature in range of those capable of harming it. But when it comes to a creature with impossible speed, a disabling touch, and the ability to drain or rot whatever it gets near?
It's safe to say most plans are a rough guideline.
[[OOC: Huge apologies to everyone involved for the late post. As the plot's very much resolved at this point, handwaving is fine-- this is just to give the option for those who want to backthread. Toss in your own starters, or tag around!]]
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With every one knocked towards Ploiatos, he conjures up another one, teleporting and hoping to keep his opponent on his toes. His speed isn't where he'd like it to be, but he's going all out anyway.
Or as much as he can handle.
Another ball summoned, and he knocks it into another set, just like a complex game of pool.]