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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   / /   𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟   / /  ~𝟙𝟟𝟜𝟘[/color][/center][hr]
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Angel’s attacks punched shallow holes into the dog’s body as the force of her screams shoved the construct off Siena and a purple line of light from Brent’s direction shut the construct down before it could get back up, slicing clean through the creature’s skull and cutting into the earth below before dissipating. The closest clockworks noticed the attack and relayed the information to Factory, but their creator was fending off its own problems for the moment.

Less than a second later, Hazel had forcefully rounded up the group with one hand while her other projection sheared a clean, hand-shaped section into the net just as the spiders crashed to the ground around them, bodies hanging low between their splayed limbs before they recovered from the jump. The metal netting settled around them, still attached to the clockwork arachnids’ front legs as the centipedes, true to Brent’s prediction, began looping their bodies around the cluttered group. The dogs spread around them as well, waiting to finish off whatever remained.

Another of Grant’s projectiles smacked a spider backwards, sending it reeling and tugging at the net, which gathered around their feet. Taking the cue, the other spiders shuffled carefully in unison with the centipedes, tugging the remnants of the net towards them and busily repairing the damage in the center, holding the net upright like a mesh wall around the group. Several of the spiders were tightening the strands with careful flicks and rapid motions from its legs and others detached themselves from the metallic strands, swinging sharp appendages at the centered group to keep them corralled for the kill.

Following their orders, Emma’s tulpas set to work, Devotion’s sludge catching the centipedes, spiders, and the group in its sludge as Love began dragging a spider towards it. The sludge hindered the pull, however, and the creature moved sluggishly through the ground. Determination was equally stuck, even with its superior strength, and waded waist-deep in the sludge still trying to reach the target Love was pulling.

The double-edged play had the advantage of slowing the centipedes as well, and while they paddled more effectively in the sludge than the spiders, they couldn’t tighten the chokehold at any appreciable rate.

With the entire swarm of creatures bypassing them in favor of attacking the second group, Ethan’s team took the time to let their crowd controller descend slowly from his perch, the teen’s breathing ragged from how long they had held the position. The dark-skinned boy was still breathing heavily, an arm around his stomach as he doubled over. Myla and Eric caught the inorganic decomposer as he finally settled towards the ground and each of them helped one of the exhausted mages, moving away from the center of battle and towards the relative safety of the damaged buildings in the distance.

Ethan and Genevieve remained, free to move now that the clockworks’ attentions had shifted towards much more effective targets. With a quick nod at Genevieve, Ethan moved forward, letting the girl take a moment to drop the barrier and move with him. They set up again close enough to the beleaguered group for Ethan to catch two of the dogs waiting on the outside with two separate explosions, drawing the canines’ attentions back to him. The centipedes, however, ignored the attacks, their bodies still trying to tighten around the group.

Near the site of collapsed dirt and old support beams broken beyond repair, Callan’s destructive entry into the mine shaft had garnered someone’s attention, but they remained quiet around the far, darkened corner that led further and deeper into the underground maze of tunnels, watching the powerful subnatural dig herself out with little trouble and banking on the darkness to keep him out of sight and out of mind. Nasrin [i]had[/i] wanted as many of this group’s subnaturals dead as possible, but he certainly wasn’t going to make it his business to deal with someone this powerful personally. That was Galen’s job, that goddamn psychopath. Dylan just made sure their hideout stayed intact. With any luck, the girl would rush back outside soon enough and he wouldn’t have to worry about it. It wasn’t like he had joined the group to murder anyone. He just didn’t particularly mind if he had to.

Towards Factory and the floating snake, Sander’s pitch was spot-on even if he hadn’t been too particular about aiming. The sphere rocketed towards the floating serpent that, focused as it was on Chris, failed to notice the turmoil happening directly below it. 

Metal collided with more metal in a dazzling display of sparks, the orb emerging from the collision mostly intact while the snake floundered in the air, two of its remaining seven wings smashed into pieces that rained down below. At the apex of its flight path, the sphere began falling, its trajectory en route to collide with Factory’s shoulder.

The gargantuan machine in question was stumbling to its feet again, the swaying of its body unmistakably out of balance as its two remaining legs struggled with bipedal locomotion.

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There it was again. 

A crash accompanied by shattering glass and metal against metal. Only this time, there was also a scream. And it wasn't Savannah's. 

Her eyes widened as she watched a car come rolling out sideways from between two tall buildings several blocks away. Narrowly dodging the battered vehicle, a man was sprinting down the street. A long metal arm reached out from behind the nearest building and smashed against the ground as it groped after the man. Its fingertips clipped his ankle and he screamed as he tripped, skidding painfully across the pavement. Despite a nasty gash in his face and shoulder, sprinkled with sharps bits of asphalt, the man scrambled to his feet and kept running. 

The rest of the monstrosity soon came into view, long arms reaching as it blinked its many red eyes and stepped forward with another crash. Its elephantine body toppled over a street lamp and kicked aside another car as it moved.

[color=f7976a]"He... he needs help!"[/color] Savannah exclaimed, stepping out from behind the APC. [color=f7976a]"Hey!"[/color] she called out half heartedly. The sight of the metal beast made her hands shake and filled the air with a putrid aroma. It smelled like death. Nonetheless, she took a step forward. And then another.

It wasn't right. She was always sitting in the backlines. Always so useless. Most of the time the fault was her own, but now, when she wanted so badly to help, Lawrence just wanted her to stay in the truck while they went ahead and rescued people like heroes. Why? Did they not think she could do it? Because she was small? Because she was an [i]aberration?[/i] She grasped for that familiar fire that seemed to help make everything seem less scary than it was. It had been four hours since she'd sated her stigma at Ground Zero. It was weak but it was there-- there for her to build off of now so she could show them. She'd show them all. Red hot anger spurred her forward. But just as she broke into a run, Lawrence caught her by the wrist.

[color=f7976a]"LET GO!"[/color] she screamed, trying to jerk away, [color=f7976a]"That guy needs help! Someone's gotta tell him to run over here!"[/color]

[color=f7976a]"We can't,"[/color] Lawrence replied as she continued to struggle, [color=f7976a]"He'd lead that thing right to us. It's too dangerous. Now keep your voice down. And get back in the--"[/color]

[color=f7976a]"Stop telling me to stay in the truck!"[/color] she shouted in a shrill voice, aiming a kick at the Arbiter's shin. He moved his leg out of the way, filling her with even more rage as her foot hit nothing but air, nearly throwing off her balance. 

Unable to discern whether or not this was a stigma issue or something more, Lawrence didn't much care. Either way, he didn't have time to stand here and talk Savannah down. They needed to get out of here while the collector was still distracted. Knowing the gist of what Savannah was capable of, he released her wrist as he activated his power. Just as the glow began to envelope himself and the young Abe, however, Savannah, in one last act of ire, shoved him hard in the chest. The weight behind her shove had little effect on his stance, but as a circle and arrow shaped sigil took shape on the front of the Arbiter's coat, his eyes widened with surprise just before the explosion went off.

Lawrence was knocked backwards onto the pavement, partially caused by the sudden urge to move away from the flames and sparks as they singed his coat and scattered against his cheek. Fortunately, the wishalloy protected him against any severe burns. Nonetheless, Savannah covered her mouth with both hands and stood there, frozen. 

[i]Crash![/i] At the sound of the small explosion, the collector paused mid-step while the man made it to the other side of the street, disappearing into the labyrinth of storage units located there.

From behind the APC, Dean held Lauren's hand tightly as he watched the scene unfold. [color=f7976a]"That crazy little bitch is gonna get us all killed,"[/color] he muttered under his breath. 

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Gregory was out of the collector’s range by the time it smashed through the building’s back wall and sent a third of the structure crashing to the ground around it. Confused, it wandered north, arms still groping and clawing through cement and asphalt as it resumed its initial purpose of searching and gathering any remaining survivors. At its current trajectory, the creature would soon run into the offensive support group.

The signal for the rest of the creatures to gather ceased, but two of them plodded towards the ruined theater anyway while a third wandered towards the demolished school nearby.

Around Gregory’s location were various battered and broken repair shops for electronics, several demolished clothing stores, and the wreckage of a small grocery store, all of the mom-and-pop variety with what looked like living quarters above the main sales floor. An auto repair shop lay in ruins down the street, tires and tools scattering into the sidewalk while traces of blood and viscera along the ground and across some walls hinted at struggles that the citizens had lost.


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Linus had his eyes turned to the ceiling in the spacious metal room, watching with increasing interest the pinpricks of light across his vision. Others could see them, too, but without Linus’s power, the flutter of white dots seemed little more than glimmering dust in front of the man’s face.

To Linus, each one was a source of power—a fragment of Dreamcatcher’s magic. Some shone more or less than others, with as much variability in brightness as the stars in the night sky, but the ones he was tracking feverishly looked like blazing suns. Bright beyond belief and almost irresistibly powerful, like they were drawing directly on the source itself, in a way the regular specks of light couldn’t tap. He couldn’t tell which was which without some time spent personally with the user, unfortunately, and he felt like he might have been able to before he messed with the ability, but there was no reversing his effects so he didn’t dwell on the loss of a function.

He had plucked at the threads of his own power carefully, deciding he didn’t mind a few hallucinations and night terrors for the forced changes in his power, and now he watched the lights move with their owners, grinning all the while.

The conversation over the hidden microphone floated towards his ears, but Linus was only half-listening. Something about a healer and losing contact, but he wasn’t concerned with it unless they had something to say to him. Nasrin and Galen were the ones who talked the talk and walked the walk. He was happy enough not needing to manage any more than just his own cell of Fracture and [i]more[/i] than happy to relinquish responsibility to the easily irritated Nasrin. At least the girl knew enough to turn the trait into power. It just took a lot of dead people here and there before Fracture members realized she wasn’t kidding about her zero tolerance policy for disrespect. The only ones left were the ones who would listen to orders or the ones too valuable to kill for light transgressions.

When Nasrin asked him to locate Cain, he had to remember which speck the boy was—it was so easy to forget even after affixing a name and face to a light, but Nasrin’s own ball of light wreathed as it was in prickling shadows that stretched and grasped for the lights nearby was also a source of distraction. He swatted at a shadowy hand only he could see, watching the irritation build in the furrows of her forehead.

Linus grunted from his own annoyance, finally locating the particular sheen of sparkle that was the invisibility user. Cross-checking between the skewed perceptions of his power’s senses and a map was a struggle, but he eventually found a rough location. 

[color f7976a]”Nothing precise, remember,”[/color] he clarified again as Nasrin sent three of the nearby X’s to retrieve the healer and take down the rest. [color f7976a]”Things got a little wonky with my…depth perception on these things after, I think, the fourth or fifth time I messed with it.”[/color] 

A mirthless chuckle followed and he squinted again at the corrupted flares of light that both Nasrin and her personal bodyguard, Galen, possessed.

[color f7976a]”Wish you’d let me try my power on you two. Animi’re pretty interesting, too.”[/color]

A glare from Nasrin ended that line of questioning and Linus raised both hands in mock surrender. 

[color f7976a]”I know, I know. I’ll just amuse myself with this real bright healer you’re bringing in.”[/color]

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>>At this range the spiders and centipedes are cleared for auto-hits and auto-kill since a prior action prevents them from moving in any dynamic way (Devotion's current sludge). Check for any scenarios you're unsure about.

>>Flying snake is cleared for auto-hit (not auto-kill unless it's justifiable--check with GMs if you think a character's move might be able to kill it before writing in confirmed death) this round.


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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]14[/cell][cell]0[/cell][cell]3[/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]Winged Snake[/cell][cell][/cell][cell][/cell][cell][/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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