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Arc II Final Log B: Mother's Child
Who: Mother (awar) and the team that signed on to help her.
When: September 24
Where: The Ingress Complex
What: A rescue mission
Warnings: Violence, body horror, and more. Label your headers!
[The starters below are designed for mix and match! Create your own sub-threads, tag around, or hybridize different elements freely! Mother will be present throughout events, though only NPC'd in the last thread. That thread will be tagged on an approximate 24 hour basis by the NPC journal; as many players as want to may comment in with their own actions in between. If the schedule needs to be switched up, we'll let you know!
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awar) and the team that signed on to help her.When: September 24
Where: The Ingress Complex
What: A rescue mission
Warnings: Violence, body horror, and more. Label your headers!
A grudge against your former captors. An obligation to repay a debt. An investment in the well-being of young children, or a desire to see things to the end. Any number of reasons might have brought you here, to the side of the woman who gives no name but her role. Mother's interests are anything but secret, and as calm as her outward demeanor might appear, the bonded can sense the trembling rush of emotion seething out from underneath her skin. Desperation. Loathing. Even the smallest fraction of something that might have once been fear.
It's been too long. It's been much, much too long.
But it's time for all of you to see your promise through.
[The starters below are designed for mix and match! Create your own sub-threads, tag around, or hybridize different elements freely! Mother will be present throughout events, though only NPC'd in the last thread. That thread will be tagged on an approximate 24 hour basis by the NPC journal; as many players as want to may comment in with their own actions in between. If the schedule needs to be switched up, we'll let you know!
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[He prompts the Mother although he wonders that she might even have a set place in mind. How can anyone, really? It's a vast multiverse out there.
Once they step into the room, the Exo slows his pace. He gives into his Ghost's curiosity, letting it materialize outside of him once again,
its vertices twitching and expanding around its glowing core like a widening eye. The sight surrounding them is one that will likely always be a subject of interest and wonder for its workings.
Cayde brings his free hand out, drawing the floating AI closer.]
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That's something they'll have to figure out later, though. Now they're staring down an Ingress, and Snake doesn't know if it's the mind link, but he can practically feel the unbridled power humming off of it. Not so different from how Mother had felt, when he'd first spoken to her. ]
Where is she? Through there?
[ It seems likely, particularly given what she'd said earlier ("there's no need, not here"), though Snake doesn't approach the Ingress just yet. ]
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You could say that.
[Mother has stopped, in the center of the space. The impassive mask of her expression crumbles slowly, but even those behind can hear the tremble in her voice. Rich with emotion, echoes pulsing through the slender strands of her connections as she stares ahead. Swelling from her form in waves, tangible even without the bond to follow.
Grief, ancient and overpowering.
Loathing.
Vengeance.
And at the core of that, a savage, desperate joy.]
Thank you.
For bringing me here.
[The words echo, a sibilant whisper of motion in the shadowed edges of the room. Like something slithering inside the walls.]
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Could you be any more vague.
[Says the most vague person ever. Mumbled under his breath, but still. Why can't they ever get a straight answer to anything around here? It's making him antsy. Or maybe it's all the weird feelings radiating off of mom over here.]
What happens now?
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In another life, in another world, the person Tex was modeled after was a mother. Tex takes in the feelings quietly, at least at first, wondering at the intensity of them. She turns toward the space Mother is facing, resolute, after sweeping the space behind them again for intruders.
When she speaks, her voice is strong. ]
You want one of us to lead the way now? Break in?
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This isn't right.
[It's difficult to say, trying to extricate his own feelings about this from the link with Mother, but what he does know is that until now, Mother had been angry and haughty. A thank you from her seems uncharacteristic, even in the little time he's known her. Of course, 76 isn't the type to offer his full trust to anyone, and had seen this as a mutually-beneficial arrangement. Now, he wonders if they're in some kind of greater danger--if they've been disposable the entire time, and worse, that they weren't meant to make it out of here in the first place.
He has his gun at the ready, but for a moment he looks unsure of where he should point it--if Mother isn't where he needs to train his sights.]
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[It's that creepy sorta final stuff, sounds like. The "you helped me so the deal's done" type. He's starting to think they paddled up Shit Creek during a flash flood.]
She don't sound like she particularly needs us no more.
[76 definitely isn't the only one uneasy here, and he's glancing around the room and tugging at his coat lapel.]
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Now, being brought here and feeling the ripples of the woman's emotions, Wanda's not so sure there wasn't some kind of literal meaning behind it. There's no one else here.
Whatever the Savrii have done, it must be horrible beyond imagine. And undoing that...well, this might get messy. The red glow in Wanda's fingers doesn't fade - she might have to shield them soon from some sort of backlash.
Don't mind her casually stepping in front of her more lightly-armored teammates. Just in case.]
No, I think she knows what she's doing.
[And honestly, things could go either way at this point.]
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Either way, it seems to Snake that something is on the brink of happening, whether it's a betrayal or something else. He slides his fingers around the handle of his SOCOM, braced for just about anything at this point.
He catches 76's gaze, as much as he can given that he's wearing a visor, shoulders tensed as he waits for the next shoe to drop.
Maybe they are about to get screwed over, their willingness to help tossed back in their face. He's been wondering all this time why someone with Mother's powers would need all of them. But at this point, they're in too deep to backpedal. So, he waits. ]
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[Everyone's thinkin' it, he's just saying it.
As though some unspoken word has passed between him and his Ghost, the latter vanishes once again into him in a brief shimmer of light, leaving Cayde one less thing to keep an eye on. He glances towards the Mother.]
Err... You're welcome? I guess?
[He casts a brief glance around the rest of those around, noting the varying shades of growing tension. A brow plate raises at Wanda. Hopefully she's right.
Meanwhile he'll just have his Ghost monitor the readings in the room.]
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To Mother, he says nothing, only watches her and waits to see what happens, wondering if any of the nebulous theories in his mind will prove to be true.]
cw: body horror starts
[The words crack and shudder, high and clear. To the sneak and the shadow, the father and the shell. To all the rest, in their sharp glances and attentive guns. She's grateful.
And they're done.
The slithering sounds builds on all sides, from a whisper to a rush. A liquid drizzle, a slap of meat on steel. A welling of color in periphery: a strange pinkish grey. To some, the seething masses of raw flesh may be familiar. For others, this will be a new—and very much disturbing—sight. They rush through cracks and out from ports inside the walls, slosh inwards through the doorway in a rush that might knock over any creatures standing in the way. The surfaces they coat will be raw and sticky just on contact, but pose no harm to those they touch.
But the flesh-masses will coat the walls. The floors. The panels and displays, the layers of control screens. They drip from the ceiling and seep across the ground, and when they contact Mother, all of it will flare with life and color. Brilliant gold, bleeding through her flesh.
Through all her flesh.
Words crack and shudder. And underneath, a laugh reverberates through the substance.
It's good to come back together.]
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[Lup wasn't there for the flesh contamination incident so the reference is completely lost on her. But what she does know is that this is probably going to turn ugly pretty fast and she doesn't want to be a party of it. She's too good looking to be covered in flesh goop
She waves her wand to cast a spell. A small platform appears from underneath them and lifts them a few feet off the ground, out of the way of the fleshy crap. But probably not out of danger.]
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[Internally he can hear his Ghost's warning, its tone bordering worry and the natural edge in the unspoken suggestion that all who have been brought back by one of these has heard at some given point: Eyes up, Guardian.
His gun is up, optics flicking back and forth at the sudden movement surrounding them. He jerks to the side as the gross stuff seeps down the walls, figuring a Titan or a Warlock would sure be handy right about now as the brunt of the fleshy mass pours through the doorway. As it turns out, they've got some form of...warlock, maybe.]
Whoa-
[The Exo staggers slightly as the ground seems to lift beneath his feet. Well, that is a nifty trick! He can sense the Ghost's sigh in relief, but they're far from out of this yet.]
It sure just got a whole lot Hive-y in here...
[That doesn't strike him as a great sign, really. He turns slowly to look back towards the Mother, squinting against the display as the fleshy mush changes once it touches the woman.]
Um. So someone tell me if that's a good or a bad thing...
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Ain't got a clue what "hive-y" is but I know what fucked up is and we just got there.
[There's nothing quite like outliving his usefulness. He'd complain about being manhandled or brain handled or whatever is happening in this whole levitation session, but the truth is he'd rather be in Lup's gentle care than be touching the fleshmass again.]
[God he hates being used and turned on and basically all of this.]
Is she gonna use that thing to spread further? [The Ingress, he means. Yondu's not a hero by any stretch of any impressive imagination but he's not sure they should leave that in proper working order if that's what she's got planned to do with it. He whistles sharply, bringing up his arrow to hover by the side of his head.]
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Everything else going on here is the bad news, though. Even for someone like Snake who's seen the worst kinds of battlefields, this is enough to make the stomach churn. What the hell have they just helped to facilitate? Floating off the ground at least keeps his boots from digging into soft, sticky flesh, but that's not enough to erase the living walls surrounding them.
Or the way that Mother is laughing in satisfaction, like a long-awaited plan has finally come to fruition. That had been the point of all this, but he doubted any of them expected it to look like this.
He levels his gun at her, not interested in playing nice anymore. ] We've given you a lot of help just on good faith. Give us one good reason not to shut this down right now. [ Not that Snake has any idea how to do that, but this wouldn't be his first time leveling up against impossible odds. And besides, there's ten of them.
Of course, most of them also gave her access to their minds, so he isn't expecting this to go well. He volunteered because he considers himself expendable. That doesn't mean he'll go down without a fight. ]
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It was just like this / When we discovered her kid. / Good or bad? Beats me.
[It's mostly addressed to Cayde, though it really doesn't answer his question. Sorry, dude. Zer0 has no idea what any of this means, nobody's given them any real answers. Like, ever. On that note, this Snake guy has an excellent point. Zer0 levels his own gun at her in silent agreement. ]
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He feels the ground lifting up under him and braces himself, thankful to be away from the creeping walls of flesh but not quite sure what they can mange to do when it's all around them. The last thing he wants to do is make things worse. Snake and Zer0 have the right idea, but aside from them and Cayde, he doesn't know the rest of the group well enough to trust that they won't jump the gun (quite literally, in this case).
He holds out his arm and raises his voice.]
Don't shoot. Hold your fire.
[His gun is leveled like so many others in their group, and he speaks up knowing full well that they don't have the luxury of time. Still, he wants to stave off itchy trigger fingers. See what Mother says, first. If all of this turns on them.
If she's done talking, well. Maybe that's the answer.]
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If a child was formed from that sort of flesh, what could anyone expect its mother to be?
Zer0 confirms this line of thought. Even so, it's peculiarly disgusting to L, and he doesn't object to being levitated on Lup's platform. He maintains his grip on his gun, but it isn't truly raised. If someone can do this -- call all this flesh into the chamber -- the chances that he'll be able to get off a shot or that it will do any good seem terribly low, no matter how aggressive his stance. Other than that, he agrees with Snake and 76: they need an explanation.
Savrii against Mother and Child, Mother and Child against Savrii... it doesn't mean that either side is necessarily better for those in the middle.]
You wanted your child to live; we want to live too.
body horror intensifies
She has never needed to fear them.
Half their number have trained weapons, but one acts far more swiftly than the rest. A burst of fire flares out from Big Sister, hitting its target directly—before the teenager's screech of rage chokes off with pain. Those watching her diving suit will see her freeze in place: before a mass of liquid flesh sloughs off the ceiling, pushing her from the platform and enveloping her shape. Big Sister will not rise—or twitch—again.
Those watching Mother? Will see the flame scorch her body. Crisping, melting, producing an immediate reek of burning in the air. And then it stops, just as suddenly. Darkness smoothing and lightening—not healing, but reshaping like putty, to a semblance of something whole.]
A reason?
[The world contracts with her laughter, flesh drawing taut and close. Formless masses seethe and resettle, forming hands and tendrils and wide, uneven mouths. Some echo the words, but others seem to lack those mechanisms: formed, instead, from a surplus of sharp teeth.]
Your 'friend' has an idea. [A psychic flicker snaps toward L, sharp and vicious in amusement. "We want to live."] I gave you what you wanted. But now you scrape and beg for more?
[As she speaks, the appendages that form are moving. Not for the center, not toward the group hovering so pitifully in place. But reaching. Touching. Sliding levers and selecting dials. Manipulating the controls. This conversation may be entertaining, but she hasn't worked so long for these.]
Your kind is all so selfish. But you want your gift?
Your reason?
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Tex moves forward in the group, shifting as well as she can between Mother and all of the others. Those among them who can sense Mother's feelings are greater in number than the others, and those should agree with Tex's sense that this is all what was coming the whole time. They're powerless to stop it, and it's too late to back off of being the facilitators of it.
So there's only one thing left to say. ]
Do what you came to do.
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His hand is still out, placating, even though there doesn't seem to be any salvaging this. She's gone from thanking them to accusing them, and now that she seems to (quite literally) have control of the room, they aren't in any position to argue. Tex voices that much fairly quickly.]
Just tell us what's happening.
[The fact that she won't tell them speaks volumes, however. The away team might think they're within their rights to ask for answers, but their concept of what's right and wrong and fair means nothing to Mother. It might as well be a foreign language to her, but 76 is just about done with cryptic bullshit. Sparing their lives is exchange enough for Mother, maybe, but he wants a straight answer. They should at least be able to know what they facilitated.]
That's all.
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You accuse us of bein' selfish? We got you in here for your youngin'. This wasn't on the bargainin' table. We sure as shit didn't come just for this thing. We came for you.
[He's pretty certain of that or they'd have actually brought someone smart enough to work on the damn swirly glow shit. Which now feels like a significant lapse in judgment because he's not got half a clue about what she's wigglin' her feelers all over. But, you know? He was pissed and he had his priorities and honestly, now he just feels a whole different level of livid and used again.]
[If only he knew the target for one well-placed arrow. To bust just one goddamn piece of equipment. This wouldn't be the first time Yondu's fed something dangerous to someone maniacal, but he damn well wishes that it would just stop. He'd rather be helping out the regular damn brand of scumbag, thank you very much.]
That whole song and dance about being appreciative is gettin' real familiar. [The same damn thing the Savrii did. Oh isn't everyone supposed to appreciate everyone's sweet morsels of kindness~. The Kree, too.] Think I heard another twenty odd bands play it before.
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[A bit of an understatement considering what just happened in the span of seconds. There's no diving after Big Sister because it all just goes too fast, and well, who knows what happens under there? Who knows if Ghost can revive him if this all goes pear-shaped. HAH, too late there, he thinks a bit bitterly.]
Ghost, what's she doing?
[He asks this to his internal counterpart as he eyes the fleshy bits she forms manipulates the tech surrounding them. Maybe his Ghost can pick up the general idea, or any energy shift readouts without having to be dispatched.
He raises his gun and hand in something of a placating manner.]
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa- come on guys- um. Yeah. I know this looks....worse than bad, really. But ma'am, look at all this and you'd have to understand why we might be more than a little...tense? Now, I agree with him- [He nods towards L.] -and I'm sure we'd all very much like to stay alive, but it would help if you...indulged us? A little? In what all you're doing here so we don't do anything any of us might be regretting.
[Again. Something that seems a bit on the Late side. Okay, he's terrible at this but he was never the talking sort.]
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Which. Isn't likely to happen, but he can still express his extreme displeasure in the form of bullets.]
You're wasting your breath. / She won't tell us anything, / We're not worth her time.
[Before making extremely poor choices, he at least has the decency to quickly move away from the rest of the group. Y'know, just in case Mother decides she doesn't like being shot at and retaliates. This probably puts him on the flesh soup covered floor, but it's not the nastiest thing he's ever stepped in. He opens fire, three pistol rounds, aimed at Mother's head. At this point, he honestly doesn't expect it to do much to her, but fuck it.]
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