Jefferson City's Shindig (Event Thread: Prologue)
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Jefferson City's Shindig (Event Thread: Prologue)
Tue Apr 06, 2021 9:15 am
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Log - Day: April 6, 2421 - Assignment: Search and Destroy
Numerous reports of abnormal activity reported pertaining to Jefferson City. A building influx of Demon Energy and Hollow Energy has been reported. Reports show an exponential rise that shows no signs of ceasing. All attempts at infiltrating the City has failed. Scouts report a stronghold around the city of Hollows and Demons alike. Multiple scouts are missing from action. After intercepting a message from the airways, there appears to be someone amassing an army within the boundaries of the city. The disappearance of rouge souls indicate a more sinister plan at work. This has been prioritized as a high level threat. Forces have been spread thin due to recent events, forcing for the Vandenreich to call for volunteers. End Log.
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“Well, piss.”
Stepping outside his tent, a man dressed in all white, his face covered by a black beard, looks out at the ruined remains of Jefferson City. However, there’s one thing wrong with this picture. The summarized log detailed the fact that forces would be around the city to impede their assault. His poor eyes see no demons nor hollow, not even with the help of binoculars. Unwise as it may to believe the reports somewhat exaggerated, he is incapable of ignoring what he is seeing for himself. Maybe they are too late. Maybe whatever is going on has ended, but that would mean something worse is to come. Either way, his assignment is still the same.
“Commander Dick, sir!”
“That’s Commander Richard, Jenkins. Proceed.” A look of annoyance on his face as he turns his head to his second, a younger male who could use a bit more meat in his meals. Both would greet each other properly despite the second banter and begin their discussion.
“The volunteers have arrived, sir. The main forces are also geared up and preparing for the assault on Jefferson, sir. We await your orders.”
Finally. Any longer and the suspense of it all would have keeled him over before the demons could. Making his way towards the multitude of tents decorating the plains far away from the city’s border, his eyes watch as the various members of the Vandenreich move about, preparing for the upcoming siege. Not too far from the largest tent, he’d catch the large truck that was dropping off the volunteers pull off, returning to Washington most likely. With each step towards the tent, people began falling inline behind him, knowing that the time is near. All that remains is one last lecture and a hoorah before they enter a new supposed Hell.
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Re: Jefferson City's Shindig (Event Thread: Prologue)
Tue Apr 06, 2021 1:03 pm
ALASTAIR EISFLUCH | STERNRITTER
The ride over from Washington had been a quiet one for Alastair, tucked away in one corner of the transport with his nose deep in what few reports he had been able to dredge up concerning Jefferson City since the end of WW4. To call it a fruitful process would be an exaggeration, in a little over half a day of cross-checking various outlying documents he had learned little beyond the fact that it remained outside of official jurisdiction and there was a hostile presence of unknown size and origin holed up within. Nothing he hadn't deduced already when the call for this mission had reached his ear from Vandenreich Command.
As the call went up that they were within sight of the camp outside of Jefferson, he began to put away the documents and prepare himself for the task ahead. Then it was on to buttoning up his coat, pulling up his gloves, and finally picking up his cloak from its resting place over the back of his seat and fastening it around his shoulders. Soon enough, the truck ground to a halt and it was time to get boots on the ground.
It was livelier than he had expected, though the exact scale of the operation here had not been part of the directions given, and he pulled his gloves a little tighter as he headed toward the Camp Commander for an introduction.
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Re: Jefferson City's Shindig (Event Thread: Prologue)
Tue Apr 06, 2021 5:02 pm
Yaksha, The Überseele
The city was far more sparsely populated than most of the reports had indicated; the troops had been making their way into the city incrementally as time had gone on, doing their best to navigate. And they had indeed found exactly what the reports showed: A great number of hollows, a great number of demons, and a great amount of havoc being wrought. It seemed everywhere they looked, something was being defaced, or there was some squabble going on between the spiritual denizens of this place. There was no shortage of concerning things to be seen.
But none of them stopped to wonder whether or not they were in the Abyss, and that went back to bite them in the ass; there were precious few reports, if any, of the faintly-flickering white orbs that hung from otherwise shattered lamp-posts, or burned like candles in windows. There was no reason to suspect that there were more scouts than simply the Vandenreich's in this city. And there was -no- indication that there was any sort of higher intelligence coordinating things in this city. It looked for all intents and purposes like pandemonium itself: The place where all the demons resided.
It wasn't a simple task to make one's presence known and instill order in a span of a few days once the scouts withdrew, and the gathering of actual war forces began. It was an untamed city, full of mercenaries and vagabonds, intent on scouring the place clean like scavengers picking at a corpse. But like any scavenger, they began to flee in the presence of an apex predator. And in this case, -everywhere- they fled there was an apex predator. Yaksha may not have been legion, but he could do a damned fine impersonation when it came to the superstitious and uncunning hollows that loved populating a place such as this.
He had corralled them effectively and patiently, all towards the pen he intended to erect for them for quite some time, the place he intended to turn into his new magnum opus. It had left very few if any presences in this place, and it had occupied a great deal of his free time, so he arrived to the party ever so slightly late; just long enough for people to begin marvelling about the exact reason why the city was so devoid of life, when the first bruise in Gaia's flesh formed; a purplish-black swirling vortex in the ground, that quickly spat out the head of a regal figure, one whose horns resembled nothing more than a crown of sorts, and whose wings were easily large enough to engulf a car if the need arose. The creature rose from the earth itself, nearly a mile from the battle lines that the Vandenreich has created, taking great care to appear without any haste or needless exposure of energies. He didn't want them thinking this was intended as some challenge to their authority.
He finally pulled himself free from the thick blackish ichor that resembled nothing so much as ink, before turning towards the commander and his troops, and beginning to approach. One hand rested by his side, with the air of someone prepared to quick-draw from the hip and fire off a projectile if he was attacked. The other was raised, fingers constantly waggling in a manner that at first looked like a puppeteer pulling strings, but became more obvious after a few moments that it was the closest approximation to a wave they were going to get for the moment.
There was only one chance for a first impression, so any greetings had to be truly spectacular at a time like this. So what could Yaksha say, to break the ice? Well, there really was only one option, wasn't there?
"Be not afraid."
Behind him, the swirling vortex of purple and black remained open for just a few more moments, until his better half, the other presence without whom none of his plans could come to fruition, extricated herself from their makeshift pen, and joined him for the upcoming negotiations. THAT was the real hard sell, he felt; so hard, in fact, he had every intention of simply burying it entirely until the ink had dried.
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Re: Jefferson City's Shindig (Event Thread: Prologue)
Tue Apr 06, 2021 7:38 pm
INFANT ELDER GOD
The time for action was now! Or... something. Ky'rin wasn't exactly sure what was happening but knew that it had to be there since it was asked to. Well, it was more so take to be there, Iota had some sort of plan that was way too complicated for Ky'rin large yet small brain to comprehend. Politics were complicated and something that Ky'rin wasn't into even in the slightest, it just did what it was asked and returned in one piece. Today was different though, it could tell that it wasn't like any other job just by the way that Iota spoke about it. Called it Operation Kurtz, based on a form of literature that Iota had read long ago. Never explained why though, the reason for the name and all.
Anyways, the portal that Ky'rin was supplied with was a moderate distance away from the commotion. Far enough that nobody would notice but close enough that it could walk, and walk it did. It took roughly an hour for it to get to its destination, but during that time Ky'rin took in the surroundings. The sounds of war could be heard, though who exactly was fighting, Ky'rin did not know. The area from its drop-off point to its destination was absolutely devastated by these battles, leaving debris and destroyed buildings as it walked. Occasionally it would come across other forms of life, but they chose to not interact with Ky'rin, which was a good choice, to be honest. Something akin to fear and realization had started to settle in, not that it affected any of Ky'rin actions or thought process at the moment, but was important to know that it was there. Being in such a wartorn and foreign place had started to take a minor toll on it. But it had no choice but to go forward. Iota trusted it with a task so it will see it through to the end.
Or so Ky'rin thought until another mortal had entered the scene. This one was... notable. Not for its name, reputation, or action, but purely by appearance. So far, this masked creature was an enigma to Ky'rin. Were they of the same breed as Ky'rin or another abomination native to this world? What were their intentions? What was up with the bone-like material it was covered in. And why would Ky'rin be afraid? Should it be? Many questions started to rack the mind of the Lord of Thought, though none seemed to come with easy answers.
In any case, from where the elder god was standing, it could see both this new white mortal and a group of... humans? They appeared to be humans but Ky'rin couldn't exactly tell from where it stood. They looked to be preparing for something, so Ky'rin figured it should prepare too.
It then began to just stand there, doing nothing. Stiff like a statue, any passerby would assume it was dead.
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Re: Jefferson City's Shindig (Event Thread: Prologue)
Tue Apr 06, 2021 8:04 pm
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Another presence had laid behind the veil, readily stepping out onto the scene with the much taller hollow. She too had taken great care to mind her energies, instead emitting a subdued, calming aura as she had stepped out. Things would fall apart if they immediately deemed them a threat, so the woman kept all of her natural features on the down low - no need to look threatening with her claws and teeth, this wasn't her home world where such features were more than normal for even harmless little children to have.
Any and all worries were nothing but the wind - she had confidence in this plan, breathing out all troublesome emotions that could possibly hamper her ability to remain calm in a situation like this. Calm was needed, even a bit of hostility could be taken the wrong way, she needed to remain as neutral as possible.
Jefferson, the city she first tasted the true consequences of war in. But a child, watching as the city burned with lava.. She couldn't remember what caused Hell itself to rupture from the ground, but at the very least she had mourned for the souls who were buried by the soot and molten rock. No emotion dared cross her face as she gazed upon the ashen grave, only silent apologies for the lives lost.
Standing by Yaksha, the hollow easily towering over her much shorter form, as the only things differentiating her from those who wished to 'cleanse' the city were her odd colored eyes. If she could help it, nobody had to die or suffer today. Though, she knew a few of the stray demons who had taken occupancy in the deserted city may prove troublesome, others likely had fled here to hide and survive, having nowhere else to go, perhaps Earth was the only home they knew. However, if she caught even the faintest idea of lingering Shadow Fall soldiers, she would kick them back to their world faster than a thought could be uttered.
She didn't speak a word - That was Yaksha's job to start off after all. However her gaze drew to her surroundings, soon lying on a little creature who was peering at Yaksha. What was she? She felt like a creature she couldn't quite pinpoint, something.. Strange, yet familiar all the same. If it noticed, she'd give it a wordless, comforting look, before focusing back on the task at hand.
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