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EVENT #2: BRAIN BOGGLING
A CRASH IN THE NIGHT
In the dark hours of a snowy early morning, a sudden BOOM can be heard all across Town. It is swiftly followed by sounds of warping metal and then a screeching crash. Curious, albeit groggy, residents emerge only to find a smoking wreck just a mile outside of Town.
The strange craft appears to be almost nautiloid in shape with wrenched, broken tendrils streaming out the opening.
Much of it is metal although some of it almost seems... organic.
Those who with to get a closer look will be met by Charlie and Dimitri who are already on the job. They request curious onlookers keep their distance since this craft is, without a doubt, tremendously dangerous.
Later in the day, there appears to be an outfit of officials coming from the west to investigate and clean up the wreckage. Thankfully(?), you will all find out soon enough what's going on.
The strange craft appears to be almost nautiloid in shape with wrenched, broken tendrils streaming out the opening.
Much of it is metal although some of it almost seems... organic.
Those who with to get a closer look will be met by Charlie and Dimitri who are already on the job. They request curious onlookers keep their distance since this craft is, without a doubt, tremendously dangerous.
Later in the day, there appears to be an outfit of officials coming from the west to investigate and clean up the wreckage. Thankfully(?), you will all find out soon enough what's going on.
INVESTIGATION & PROTECTION
Deathcard Cabin by Jonah Senzel
4:07 / 13:06
▶︎
From the Inscryption OST: A unique and haunting sound paired with a unique and haunting game.
Charlie reports to the citizens of Town that an Illithid cargo transport. The pilot did not survive the crash, but they appeared to be transporting some kind of new breed of Intellect Devourers.
"We do not yet know what this new breed is capable of, but..."
Charlie does give everyone a rundown of what an Illithid and what an Intellect Devourer is, what they are capable of, and a keen warning to tread lightly. Many dead ones were discovered in the cargo but several of the enclosures were damaged in the crash and the likelihood of escapees is high.
Charlie reiterates: These creatures are to be killed on sight, or contained until someone can kill it. If you are not confident in your combat abilities, please remain in your homes as much as possible and seal all openings to your dwelling. Those who are capable though are urged to begin patrols of Town alongside Slayd, Dimitri and himself to ensure that Town and the surrounding areas are safe.
Please travel in pairs or groups, do not be alone! Attack from a distance when possible. Hoshiko will offer her assistance as a markswoman as well by picking off any Intellect Devourers from a distance that she can for those that are forced to travel alone. (Don't worry about any jokes she makes of her service not being cheap though. Charlie wouldn't actually let her charge you anything.)
Unfortunately, not even they can predict the blizzard that rolls through Town in the midst of all this. If you happen to see anything skittering through the snow, don't panic too much. It could just be a tiny woodland creature looking for a warm burrow to hide away in!
At least you hope it is.
"We do not yet know what this new breed is capable of, but..."
Charlie does give everyone a rundown of what an Illithid and what an Intellect Devourer is, what they are capable of, and a keen warning to tread lightly. Many dead ones were discovered in the cargo but several of the enclosures were damaged in the crash and the likelihood of escapees is high.
Charlie reiterates: These creatures are to be killed on sight, or contained until someone can kill it. If you are not confident in your combat abilities, please remain in your homes as much as possible and seal all openings to your dwelling. Those who are capable though are urged to begin patrols of Town alongside Slayd, Dimitri and himself to ensure that Town and the surrounding areas are safe.
Please travel in pairs or groups, do not be alone! Attack from a distance when possible. Hoshiko will offer her assistance as a markswoman as well by picking off any Intellect Devourers from a distance that she can for those that are forced to travel alone. (Don't worry about any jokes she makes of her service not being cheap though. Charlie wouldn't actually let her charge you anything.)
Unfortunately, not even they can predict the blizzard that rolls through Town in the midst of all this. If you happen to see anything skittering through the snow, don't panic too much. It could just be a tiny woodland creature looking for a warm burrow to hide away in!
At least you hope it is.
PROMPT #3
Hybrid intellect devourers are unique from the regular ones in that the goal is not to kill their target, but to gather intelligence and act as a kind of spy network.
They will flee when confronted directly by greater numbers, but will attack a lone target. They do this by jumping at the target's head and wrapping a wet tendril around their neck. They will choke who they've wrapped around if anyone tries to remove it. They are also far more likely to try and attack sleeping target (hence the advice to keep your homes closed!).
These hybrids emit spores that will keep the target asleep during feeding. Their primary goal appears to be infiltrating the targets' minds and absorbing some of their memories. The target will have their mind left mostly intact... though they may suffer short term memory loss, confusion, distress, fatigue and head pain.
Here's where the fun starts!
Once one of these critters has fed on someone, they are onto their next target. When a fed Intellect Devourer feeds from another target, that target may absorb some of the previous target's memories. This can span across multiple victims and be erratic in whose memories taint whose mind. The memories will cross-pollinate in the form of dreams or waking visions and hallucinations.
If one of these creatures is killed, it will explode, releasing a powerful psionic wave and the memories it had absorbed from any recent targets. Anyone within ten (10) yards of the dying creature will be afflicted with extreme head pain in the short term and also witness the memories of it's previous victims.
Enjoy your muddled memories and leggy brain-hunting!
The outfit of people who have come to investigate are from New Svihelen's disaster containment squad and are investigating the hybrid creatures and the possible reason for an Illithid ship to crash here of all places. Right now, the running theory is that interference from the selfsame summoning circle that brought you all here could have caused the interplanar navigation systems of the ship to malfunction but nothing has been determined yet.
Eventually, these creatures will all be rounded up and taken care of. They are persistent and stealthy though in their efforts to survive above all else. Charlie assures that they're doing all they can to make Town safe once and for all but it will take some time.
They will flee when confronted directly by greater numbers, but will attack a lone target. They do this by jumping at the target's head and wrapping a wet tendril around their neck. They will choke who they've wrapped around if anyone tries to remove it. They are also far more likely to try and attack sleeping target (hence the advice to keep your homes closed!).
These hybrids emit spores that will keep the target asleep during feeding. Their primary goal appears to be infiltrating the targets' minds and absorbing some of their memories. The target will have their mind left mostly intact... though they may suffer short term memory loss, confusion, distress, fatigue and head pain.
Here's where the fun starts!
Once one of these critters has fed on someone, they are onto their next target. When a fed Intellect Devourer feeds from another target, that target may absorb some of the previous target's memories. This can span across multiple victims and be erratic in whose memories taint whose mind. The memories will cross-pollinate in the form of dreams or waking visions and hallucinations.
If one of these creatures is killed, it will explode, releasing a powerful psionic wave and the memories it had absorbed from any recent targets. Anyone within ten (10) yards of the dying creature will be afflicted with extreme head pain in the short term and also witness the memories of it's previous victims.
Enjoy your muddled memories and leggy brain-hunting!
The outfit of people who have come to investigate are from New Svihelen's disaster containment squad and are investigating the hybrid creatures and the possible reason for an Illithid ship to crash here of all places. Right now, the running theory is that interference from the selfsame summoning circle that brought you all here could have caused the interplanar navigation systems of the ship to malfunction but nothing has been determined yet.
Eventually, these creatures will all be rounded up and taken care of. They are persistent and stealthy though in their efforts to survive above all else. Charlie assures that they're doing all they can to make Town safe once and for all but it will take some time.
Notes
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Vincent Valentine | Final Fantasy VII Rebirth
OTA prompts
For Vincent's part, he usually ends up sleeping during the day, because honestly fuck the sun it is so tiring to deal with. At night, he certainly doesn't expect to witness the fall of the odd ship, but it already makes him feel uncomfortable. Maybe it's the idea of a Crisis from the Skies all over again that disquiets him. Hard to say.
Either way, he looks out from his perch.
His dragon form is an amalgamation of the Galian Beast and Chaos. Maybe that's why it's terribly easy for him to be comfortable enough like this, despite the bitter changes against his will once again.
Regardless, he ignores suggestions to pair up, as he does. Vincent goes to investigate, wings stretched out as he flies confidently into the air.
ii. animal control | [cw: body horror, gore, all of Hojo]
The memory is a dimly lit room, tinted in mako green with the stench of iron and chemicals alike. Yet another one of the good doctor's laboratories, deep within the bowels of the Shinra Manor. Strapped to an examination table is Vincent, but his hair isn't long enough to reflect his current present self.
Though, that's hardly the least shocking sight. Part of Vincent's chest is forced open like how one would treat a cadaver.
There's barely a heartbeat pulsing if one dares to look into his chest, Vincent's red eyes glazed over as he looks around barely aware. It's hard to say if he even knows what's going on at the moment.
iii. wildcard
[do your own thing or you can ask for a different memory]
ii
The unfamiliar chemical scents sting his nose, but Mithrun pays them no mind; he circles the table, eyeing the man strapped to it, opened up and somehow alive.
He believes he... may have glimpsed him in passing, at some point. Another newcomer to this world.
Mithrun leans in slightly - closer, but not touching the man. He has no idea if he can influence what he's seeing... in fact, he suspects he probably can't. Why would he be able to change the contents of another person's memory?
Still, it's worth a try.
"Hey."
did someone say dog-
...At the same time, Angeal has always been of the opinion that things done as a team are, in many ways, a superior plan of action. Especially when not everyone is on the same level as SOLDIER, or if the situation happens to be one that is particularly difficult or strange.
Listen. He got stuffed into a sex-based simulation which eventually lead to him piloting a giant gun-dog robot with his husband. Sometimes it's just better to have someone with you when weird shit inevitably happens.
So he listens to what Charlie and Dimitri ask of them, ponders what he needs to do at the bakery so that everyone's basic needs are met...
And then sees a certain jackass getting ready to launch off into the air, on his own, almost certainly to not just go to wherever his home is. Yeah, he fuckin' would do that.
Angeal doesn't even think twice about it. He reaches over as Vincent tries to take off, and just grabs his tail to pull him back down.
This place may have done some interesting things to his biology that means he's not quite the same as before... but it's still one hell of a biology even before taking the gold dragon changes into consideration. "Alright, so we're partners now, got it."
closed prompts
Cloud
The Honey Bee Inn did not exist in Vincent's era when he was active as a Turk. Certainly such entertainments did exist, but not so bright and loud; more subdued, and none of it interested Vincent. This is... bold, flashy, and Vincent finds himself in the body of a human once more. It makes for nothing but confusion as he stands in front of a stage instead of sitting like a normal goddamn person.
The music that plays is not a genre he can really name because he's old as hell, and he squints as he sees... Cloud come onto stage.
"..."
The hell is this?
no subject
Cloud steps onto stage, joining a slim gentleman with closely-shaved dark hair. His facial hair is so well-trimmed one might call it immaculate, brows plucked and sculpted into dramatic tapers. All of the stage lighting seems perfectly planned to highlight both him, and his outfit: A purple tailcoat with golden accents and a puffy fur collar, and matching, flowy pants. The front of the coat itself opens and appears almost webbed, showing off a nicely toned chest. While Cloud moves with confused hesitation, this man moves with a practiced grace: Andrea Rhodea lives for the show, after all.
He leads Cloud on in a dancing perfomance, as costume-clad honey boys and honey girls back them up, laughing and smiling all the way. For whatever it is worth, once Cloud starts to focus on dancing himself, he manages to keep up (and with some flair) startlingly well.
Towards the end of the show, the blond is led to a throne, sat down, and veritably swarmed by the various honey boys and girls on stage. Some feathered fans cover the entire scene momentarily, then lift to reveal Cloud in a dress, with one particular honey boy finishing up his makeup. Once he is all dolled up, Andrea beckons Cloud to his side, and takes his hand.
"True beauty is an expression of the heart," He says, posing with the dolled-up merc in a dramatic dip. "A thing without shame, to which notions of gender don't apply."
The scene fades away.
Cloud, who happens to be standing a few paces away, would really rather not this be the memory this alleged future ally sees.
Genesis
In the Shinra Manor, Vincent's face is as youthful as ever, but hair shorter and clothing matching the typical Turk uniform. There's subtle concern on his face, brows knitted together as he looks in the direction of Dr. Lucrecia Crescent.
"You're participating in the experiment?" Vincent asks stiffly.
Her eyes bore into his own. "Yes. It's true." When Vincent breathes in a little more sharply, she approaches with her head held high. "Why are you so surprised?"
Vincent purses his lips as he considers his words, but he cannot hide his disbelief as he says, "...Dr. Crescent. Using your own child for an experiment?"
He couldn't approve of this, no matter who is involved in the experiment. To know that it is Lucrecia and her unborn child pains him all the more, for so many reasons.
no subject
Shinra Manor, before it was abandoned. Genesis recognizes the wallpaper, vivid as if new, and the climbing staircase that makes up the impressive entrance. He turns, hearing a voice, and it's almost as if he's a ghost, watching the past play out. Because he knows this cannot be anything but. Vincent's face is eerily familiar, and his attire gives him away as a Turk even without Genesis' prior knowledge. It's the woman he's speaking to that his heart in his throat.
She's familiar too. But he's only known her from faded photos and classified documents. Lucrecia Crescent.
It's not a happy recognition, either. He's never felt anything but contempt for Shinra's white coats. No matter their connection to his mates. But there's something in Vincent's quiet, agonized disbelief that brings a pang to his heart. He's no love for Turks, no love for much of anything of Shinra, but he can recognize dawning horror all the same, and almost pities the man. He's shocked the Science Department would stoop to this? Naive, really. Or just willfully ignorant. Who can say?
Genesis squeezes his eyes shut against the memory, and shakes his head. The budding migraine blooming behind his eye sockets doesn't abate at all.
"So you knew? And still it surprised you?"