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[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/3R5vYYi.png?2[/img][/center][hr][center][color=silver]𝕄: 𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕
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[center][h3][color f7976a]𝕆𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥/𝔻𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥/𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕤[/color][/h3][/center][hr]

Another blow from Callan crippled Factory's second leg, though not to same degree as the first. Regardless, the ironwork behemoth still swayed with the sudden damage to yet another support structure, crumpling back down to the ground before it had even managed to stand. The repairs weren't able to outpace Callan's output and she had quickly made herself a target to be eliminated. Its head of red-lit eyes hunted for the perpetrator and found the small offender, no larger than an ant from its height and yet so strong.

So dangerous.

Pounding against its chest alerted the construct to the other danger near its core and the creature reached a hand into the hollow of its torso, metal fingers encircling the sphere and Sander both as the wiring and attachments around the orb retracted and slackened.

It whipped the occupied hand towards Callan, using the reinforced core as a bludgeon and revealing the small ruse behind the machinations. The core was independent of the massive creature. Its location had been purely an affectation of importance, and where it was located mattered little to the existence of the remaining creatures. At the very least, what power it possessed couldn't manage both Factory [i]and[/i] spawning more creatures, but that was only a small comfort.

Above them, Chris had reached the airborne snake and the stream of white-hot fire hissed at the fine plating across the serpent's metallic body, melting a long swatch down its form and revealing delicate machinery below as complex and physically impossible as most magical things tended to be, finishing the damage at the juncture of a wing and deforming the strange metal there, too. The snake shifted away from the source of damage before the fire could burn anything crucial, however, flicking its body back towards Chris and swatting him to the ground a fair distance from Factory in response.

There was no recovery time. The laser didn't issue from its mouth, but in a series of rapid shots from the remaining seven wings, pelting Chris's location repeatedly with pulverizing fire. The barrage lasted only a few seconds, but left gaping gashes in the dragon's hide where the repeated impacts had torn away scale and skin even if the heat from the attacks had no effect. It was reminiscent of Prism's power, often dubbed as lasers by the general populace but almost certainly far more, as if reaching a certain point in ability produced something definitively beyond the realm of comprehensible science.

Barely had the assault ended when the wings glowed again, amassing another salvo.

A relatively safer distance away, Hazel's attack dismembered several clockwork limbs, leaving the leftmost dog crippled mid-dash. A sudden shout from Angel slammed into the bottom of the projected hand holding the brown-haired girl aloft, but luckily the worst of the impact was directed at the cloud of dust which cleared instantly in the force of the scream. With a target visible and hostile towards its assigned charges, Determination rushed in, pouncing on the disabled dog and tearing it to pieces just as a chunk of dirt from Grant knocked the tulpa off and away.

To the right, Siena's weakened attack bent the metal of the charging dog's front leg, sending it toppling forward and straight into her as she attempted to pull another name. The heavy canine's torso laid across the entirety of her lower body as the clockwork twitched, trying to reorient and align itself.

In front of them, the remaining machines held back initially at Hazel's swipe, but on realizing there was no area of effect to her powers the creatures forged onwards. In the back, the spiders had finished their razor-sharp netting, the lines fine and dangerously thin. The front charge was a distraction, one that became dangerously evident when the spiders wound up and jumped, carrying the net between them like a massive sheet and falling directly downwards towards the main group.

[center][h3][color f7976a]𝔼𝕧𝕒𝕔𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟[/color][/h3][/center][hr]

[color=f7976a]"We were trying to find help."[/color] The blonde woman, Lauren, pulled at the hem of her cardigan as she spoke, leaning into her boyfriend as he draped his heavy coat over her shoulders. Her gaze fell on the two children already seated in the APC, a troubled frown contorting her sharp features as she noticed the state of their clothes-- covered in ghostly remnants of injuries that had, like her own, been miraculously healed. She quickly averted her eyes upon noticing the X on the throat of the girl sitting beside them.

[color=f7976a]"The rest of our group is hiding a couple blocks northeast of here,"[/color] the man continued for her, cool brown eyes tired yet calm beneath a mess of short, thick black hair.

[color=f7976a]"How many?"[/color] asked Lawrence, now seated as he looked over his map. 

[color=f7976a]"Six,"[/color] he responded, [color=f7976a]"Not including us. They're holed up in the basement of the preschool over there."[/color]

Lawrence leaned forward, turning the phone in his hand for him to see, [color=f7976a]"Can you point it out?"[/color] His brows furrowed as the man indicated where. The location was closer to where those collectors were congregating than he would've liked, but if they continued moving north....

[color=f7976a]"Alright. Head north!"[/color] he shouted to the driver. The APC rumbled forward. 

Sliding into view, the building the man had been referring to was easy to spot. "Kidz Preschool" was spelled out in multicolored wacky lettering above a set of shattered glass doors which were mostly blocked off by the fallen half of a banner that read "Enroll Now! Open 6 AM - 9 PM!" 

[color=f7976a]"Alright. Same as before,"[/color] Lawrence said, stepping from the APC. Savannah didn't protest this time. Standing begrudgingly at the truck's entrance, the man, now coatless, skirted past her. 

[color=f7976a]"Wait!"[/color] he called out, just loud enough to catch Lawrence's attention, [color=f7976a]"I should go with you. They have guns. They won't shoot if they see me."[/color]

Lawrence was quiet for a moment before nodding. Turning to Sophia, he'd hoped to confirm there was nothing dangerous lurking nearby. Upon noticing that the faint glow in her eyes was no longer present, however, it seemed that wouldn't be an option. [color=f7976a]"Be extra careful until you get your ability back,"[/color] he cautioned before motioning for the man to lead the way. Taking the lead, the man wore a fitted black V neck that did his tall, lithe frame less justice than did his coat. Even so, he seemed confident as he moved forward.

Inside, the school was mostly untouched. Only a few toys out of place-- fallen from shelves and tables. Fortunately Factory's attack had begun early enough that its walls hadn't yet been filled with toddlers-- though one could only imagine what had since befallen those meant to be there that morning. A string stretched across one half of the play room, handprints and fingerpainted scribbles on paper pinned up like haunting shadows of better days.

[center][h3][color f7976a]𝔻𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥: 𝕀𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘[/color][/h3][/center][hr]

The town's small sewage system was cramped and often clogged. Minor upgrades and repairs had opened up new passageways and closed off others, rendering most of the outdated maps perilously inaccurate for any new worker, especially when knee-high wastewater and inconsistent fortifications made certain paths incredibly unsafe for even an experienced sanitary worker.

Inside the sewer entrance at Gregory's feet was enough sludge and stench to rouse the dead, though within the muck were the forms of litter and larger pieces of trash the town's residents had decided to dump in inappropriate places to avoid the hassle of the landfill some distance away. Tires and sticks floated in the dark liquid among general debris and segments of metal--sheets and shafts like a construction company had decided to liberally reinterpret "proper disposal techniques."

Meanwhile the collectors converged on the theater, the sounds of marching destruction dangerously close as the first creature continued rumbling through the building. Realizing its target was vaguely further away now, the creature sped for the nearest wall, crashing into it repeatedly as the concrete and support beams cracked under the force of each slam.

[center][h3][color f7976a]𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤[/color][/h3][/center][hr]

A hidden microphone in Cain's pocket relayed the gist of the situation to the black-haired girl in the repurposed coal mines. She hadn't expected the weak-willed teenager to thoroughly succeed, but failing so early in his first attempt even with the advantage of invisibility was disappointing. The white-marked boy had already made his excuses to not attack the first sets of teams, and by Linus's estimation the first two groups were nothing extraordinary, so she had relented.

But this latest group--the ones held back until the situation proved too dire to justify frugality--had the subtly deranged enhancer jittering with excitement. 

[color f7976a]"Beyond the sky,"[/color] the man mumbled to himself, grinning with more teeth than elation. [color f7976a]"Beyond the sky. Get me another one of these and I'll find a way to do it. I will. Unraveling the dream. It's possible, it's possible. Now more than ever."[/color]

But she found the circumstances of it all cumbersome.

It felt like everything was buzzing and flitting around her head, irritating her periphery, when it would be so much easier to just march towards the school and take what they wanted. Raise hell and wake the veritable demons she was sure USARILN East hid away for fear of using them and inadvertently setting them loose.

Even these strange new subnaturals and their unusual properties could be swept up in the chaos of it all, and she would be far away in relative comfort until the worst of the noise had passed.

But Isaac was adamant about not tipping their hand until he was absolutely certain he could win, and who was she to argue with her esteemed brother? 

[color f7976a]"Nasrin, I know you're impatient, but these things take time. You can't expect everything to succeed all at once--"[/color] She had closed the bedroom door on his face. He couldn't help it, but she found his voice annoying. Grating on her ears even though his business associates seemed to joke too often that he could be a voice actor with how well he presented investment candidates to his fellow shareholders and equity holders.

With the information from Linus about a strange influx of powers at USARILN East, Nasrin had taken the initiative to make these things take a little less time.


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[@VarionusNW] [@Lasrever] [@ERode] [@VampireOracle] [@Zombehs] [@GreenGoat] [@Diggerton] [@banjoanjo] [@Baklava] [@RedDusk] [@Piercing Light] [@Dragonmancer] [@Riffus Maximus] [@Deathmyster] [@Chasers115] [@PapiTan] [@Kyrisse] [@January]

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[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]11[/cell][cell]1[/cell][cell]6[/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]

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[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).

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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.
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