[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/6zc773j.jpg[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/3R5vYYi.png?2[/img][/center][hr][center][color=silver]𝕄: π•Šπ•–π•‘π•₯. πŸ™πŸœ, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / π•Žπ•šπ•€π•—π• π•£π••, 𝕄𝕒𝕣π•ͺπ•π•’π•Ÿπ•• / / π•‹π• π•¨π•Ÿ / / ~πŸ™πŸŸπŸ›πŸ˜[/color][/center][hr] [center][url=http://i.imgur.com/0sRT6kA.jpg][img]http://i.imgur.com/0sRT6kAl.jpg[/img][/url][/center] [center][hider=Structural Damage Map (for reference)][url=http://i.imgur.com/Pv7DDrx.jpg][img]http://i.imgur.com/Pv7DDrxl.jpg[/img][/url][/hider][/center] [center][h3][color f7976a]π•†π•—π•—π•–π•Ÿπ•€π•šπ•§π•– π•Šπ•¦π•‘π•‘π• π•£π•₯/π”»π•–π•—π•–π•Ÿπ•€π•šπ•§π•– π•Šπ•¦π•‘π•‘π• π•£π•₯/π•Šπ•₯π•£π•šπ•œπ•–π•£π•€[/color][/h3][/center][hr] Determination had dispatched two of the large canines just as Angel's scream slammed into all three of Emma's tulpas and shoved them away with most of the charging dogs. Weaker than the metallic animals, the tulpas dissipated swiftly under the force of the sonic wave with only Determination able to bear the brunt of it, though even the most resilient of Emma's summons was knocked down. That left most of the creatures easy hits for Hazel's and Grant's attacks that, once more, obliterated clockworks and crushed others, putting another four dogs permanently out of commission. Two of the dogs in the initial charge remained and they righted themselves quickly, dashing to either side of the group and charging in again from opposite ends. Five dogs that had held back before now dashed in as well. The centipedes, marginally slower by comparison but far sturdier, slithered forward on winding movements, closing the distance rapidly and skirting the dangerous field surrounding Ethan's group, intent on backing up their failing front line. The spiders in the back continued their busywork, revealing a fine netting of thin wires that would certainly cut into skin and bone if anyone caught within struggled overmuch. In the sky and then onto the ground, Chris demolished the six birds that had been the aerial attempt to stop him, one of them bursting into broken shards of metal from Siena's power on the descent. More fragments of metal materialized in the air as Factory attempted to compensate for the lost minions, but a sudden resounding snap of steel from the direction of one leg drew its attention. Callan's attack had completely torn the limb's lowest juncture apart and the summoning of new clockworks stopped as the monolith of metal raised itself up ponderously. Its winged serpent halo spread its eight pinions wide, an ominous red glow emanating from each flight appendage as they slowly built up a charge. Meanwhile, the reinforced orb of metal suspended in the center of Factory's torso felt the force of Sander impacting and latching onto the body nearby. It spun wildly, adding more material to the giant body and attempting immediate repair to the damaged limb as Factory struggled to stand on three of its four unsteady legs. [center][h3][color f7976a]𝔼𝕧𝕒𝕔𝕦𝕒π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ[/color][/h3][/center][hr] [color f7976a]"NOW!"[/color] Undeterred by Marcus or the other boy, the door swung open as the paws of the clockwork dog smashed against the splintered wood. Immediately, the store was filled with the sound of gunfire as Lawrence squeezed the trigger, doing his best to use the counter as cover. But the sound was all wrong. Several metallic twangs prefaced a feral growl as, unaffected by its lead shower, the beast's attention immediately fell on Lawrence. [color f7976a]"Shit,"[/color] Lawrence took a step back, watching it crouch in preparation to jump. It cleared the counter easily, planting its heavy paws on the older Arbiter's shoulders and sinking its teeth into the barrel of his gun. It snapped in half easily. Sparks flew off the side of its head as glowing red eyes flashed at him, cold and unfeeling. Shielding his face with his arm, the creature bit into the exposed limb. Fortunately, it seemed the wishalloy was enough to prevent the razor sharp fangs from puncturing anything past his jacket-- for now. Just behind the right eye, a large plate meant to cover the delicate inner workings was clearly missing from the side of the dog's head. Noticing this despite the unnerving pressure on his arm, Lawrence unsheathed his knife. The clockwork adjusted its grip on his arm, violently jerking him sideways as he tried to reach across its face towards the exposed circuitry. The knife flew from his grasp. He could feel the wishalloy start to vibrate against his skin-- a likely sign that it wasn't going to hold up for much longer. [color f7976a]"Marcus! Get its head!"[/color] Lawrence called out, doing his best to keep his voice level. [center][h3][color f7976a]π”»π•–π•—π•–π•Ÿπ•€π•šπ•§π•– π•Šπ•¦π•‘π•‘π• π•£π•₯: π•€π•£π•§π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜[/color][/h3][/center][hr] The collector near Gregory's position continued tearing up the ground floor as its target descended to safety along the outside of the theater, still within range of its sensor enough that it could safely decide the general location was still correct. The arms raked along the walls as it continued searching, eventually reaching upwards and tearing through the ceiling above, intending to bring the upper floor down as well in its search and undeterred by the potential rubble that would rain down upon it. As it moved, it was signaling to the other collectors, already lumbering towards the site and likely to detect others along the way. Each of the other collectors extended similar arms, tearing through simple partitions and stationary objects as they decided to expedite their pathing, the sounds of their approach echoing down the streets as they moved without concern for stealth or tactics. [center][h3][color f7976a]ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕣 π•‹π•–π•’π•ž: ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕧𝕠𝕀π•₯[/color][/h3][/center][hr] The invisible Arbiter inched closer to Christmas's seat on the sofa, trying to determine which of the three in the house was a healer, per his orders. The coalition of X's in the mines had helped provide him and his group of refugees with food and water for the past several months, something he had never mentioned to the others for fear of what would happen to both him and them. The group had only required, in exchange for limited access to their supplies, that when they asked something of him, he would comply, useful as his ability was for espionage. [color f7976a]"If something happens to the town, come to us. We'll have further instructions for you,"[/color] a pale woman who favored a red cloak had reminded him the last time he had come to them for food when forays into the town failed for one reason or another. The morning disaster had torn through the town and he had retreated towards the coal mines, receiving chilling demands from the pale young woman with long black hair. USARILN East would mobilize in response to this threat. If they had a healer in the mix this time, he or she would be tucked somewhere in the backlines, far from the worst of the fighting and likely protected by several others. [color f7976a]"Give us a live healer and you'll never have to worry about your needs and wants again. I'll make sure of that,"[/color] the young woman had assured him, words spoken with crystal clear enunciation. He remembered that the most about her otherwise pretty, but plain features. Spoken precision, as if she needed even the minutiae of language to follow her whims. [color f7976a]"Failing that, kill anyone hiding in the backlines. Your power should make that simple, and your reward remains the same."[/color] A faceless, hairless man standing behind her had terrified him into quiet acquiescence, but standing here now in front of a teenager who looked as miserable as he felt, Cain wasn't sure he could cut that throat in cold blood if this group didn't have a healer. He had lurked long enough to notice the military tended to ferry reinforcements back and forth from the main road leading into town, so he had remained in a house nearby, using his power as much as he could to avoid detection from both the machines and the soldiers. Choosing a group to follow had been difficult, given the circumstances, but he had settled on the group that looked least capable and wasn't riding in an armored car. Deciding there wasn't a better opportunity than the current moment when the flimsiest of the group seemed distracted, Cain stepped a bit closer, a knife from a ruined kitchen the only weapon he had been carrying for the past day. The blond kid's belt was laden with gear and he figured he could spirit away with at least that once this subnatural was dead and wait for an opportunity to take out the rest. He walked as close as he dared, lunging forward with the knife aimed towards the boy's throat and managing to nick a superficial gash along the side of his neck before something deflected the slide of the knife's edge. Confusion gave way to realization when Cain finally noticed the strange, almost invisible armor on the subnatural's pale neck. It took the dimming light glossing over the surface to reveal that something was there, but the boy had already shouted, eyes wide and searching, and scampered off the chair, towards the mage near the window. A hand was clamped over the bleeding injury as the subnatural continued gasping and whimpering. Cain held his breath and stood still. [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/3R5vYYi.png?2[/img][/center][hr] [hider=OOC Interaction Tags/Notes] [@VarionusNW] [@Lasrever] [@ERode] [@VampireOracle] [@Zombehs] [@GreenGoat] [@Diggerton] [@banjoanjo] [@Baklava] [@RedDusk] [@Piercing Light] [@Dragonmancer] [@Riffus Maximus] [@Deathmyster] [@Chasers115] [@PapiTan] [@Kyrisse] [@January] [center][u][h3][color=f7976a]π•Šπ•”π• π•£π•–π•“π• π•’π•£π••[/color][/h3][/u][/center] [center][table=bordered][row][cell]Enemy Type[/cell][cell]Enemies Dead[/cell][cell]Enemies Injured[/cell][cell]Enemies Left[/cell][/row][row][cell]Canines[/cell][cell]10[/cell][cell]0[/cell][cell]7[/cell][/row][row][cell]Spiders[/cell][cell]1[/cell][cell]0[/cell][cell]12[/cell][/row][row][cell]Centipedes[/cell][cell]0[/cell][cell]1[/cell][cell]2[/cell][/row][row][cell]Avians[/cell][cell]7[/cell][cell]0[/cell][cell]0[/cell][/row][row][cell]Collectors[/cell][cell]0[/cell][cell]0[/cell][cell]4[/cell][/row][row][cell]Factory[/cell][cell][/cell][cell][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][/table][/center] [hr] [u]Previous notes:[/u] Three day timers (and then another two/three days for GMs to read moves and respond), but given that rate of posting the GMs will be much more lenient on players shafting responses and moves onto more available people to write. For particular cases, just ping the GMs on Discord/the forum and let them know so your character won't suffer anything too serious as a result. Maps show destinations for each group with the exception of Evac (since the car is being driven by a soldier at the moment and location is technically under GM control for now). [hr] A map is available for collaborative effort [url=https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1lU_hWojq1JEbbTYD3Xk6FPCxTCudGdqPSiTfL8Q_AeE/edit?usp=sharing]here[/url]. Please keep positions updated for other players to refer to. If you're unavailable, have a GM or another player make the changes. (I recommend just selecting Insert > Shape > A circle or a rectangle > Resize > Color it in and move it around.) For those who wrote without specifying a map location (and only if your location is different from the set destinations), the GMs will set one for you. [/hider]