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Log - Stop the scouting party!
Who: Lancer, Archer (Fate/Prototype), Cross Blanchard, Terry Bogard
What: A Fae scouting party has been discovered. Orders were given to eliminate it before it could return to friendly territory.
Where: Outside Midgard
When: June 7
Warnings: Fighting.
Turn Order: Terry -> Lancer -> Archer -> Cross -> GM
It had been one day since the sentry reported seeing Fae in the area. They had purportedly withdrawn into a small, wooded area half a mile from the city walls. Suspecting that that was where their encampment was, the order was given to take them out.
Thus, four champions would find themselves leaving the city and heading toward the woods.
What: A Fae scouting party has been discovered. Orders were given to eliminate it before it could return to friendly territory.
Where: Outside Midgard
When: June 7
Warnings: Fighting.
Turn Order: Terry -> Lancer -> Archer -> Cross -> GM
It had been one day since the sentry reported seeing Fae in the area. They had purportedly withdrawn into a small, wooded area half a mile from the city walls. Suspecting that that was where their encampment was, the order was given to take them out.
Thus, four champions would find themselves leaving the city and heading toward the woods.
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Terry walks, arms behind his head, looking around at the scenery. He walks at a somewhat ambling pace, looking all like he doesn't have a care in the world. Looking like it, anyway.
"So what do you suppose these Fae folk look like, anyway?" he asks by way of conversation.
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He turns toward Terry. "Probably something like me. Or my biological father. All golden and glowy and pretty and shit."
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"Only one of those words really applies to you, Lancer. Most likely, they'll be...unearthly, somehow. And not just because we're not on Earth," he replies. "Weird things live in the woods..."
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"Maybe they'll be robots? I mean don't think the bad guys would want to send out their people for scouting missions if they could get hurt."
Or you know killed, but Cross is trying not think of that.
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Seeing as how he was always more of a hands-on learner, he decides to prod at the wall a bit. However, he's also smart enough to not come into direct contact with it. Therefore, he pokes it with his spear.
The wall feels completely solid for him. In addition, blue electric sparks dance around his spear every time he pokes it into the forcefield.
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Gilgamesh himself takes several paces back from the wall before bringing his hand up to a tattoo on his torso, and a glowing hole opens up in the air as he mentally reaches for the weakest Noble Phantasm in his arsenal.
"No, seriously, far away." He'll wait impatiently for the others to move back away from the forcefield before invoking -
"KEY OF THE KING'S LAW: BABIL!" and firing out a high-velocity projectile vaguely in the shape of a shortsword that will slam into the forcefield and explode forcibly.
- unless they don't move, in which case he'll just quickly get more impatient.
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"I really don't think we should be doing this! If we want to catch them we shouldn't be, you know, screaming and stuff!"
Cross looks at the barrier though. "If it's technology it probably can be disable...if not well..."
Beating it up might be a good idea...
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However, that was about to be the least of Gilgamesh's worries, as the sound of a sword swinging at him from behind could be heard by the Servant. However, there was nothing to be seen behind him.
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"Probably got veils of invisiblity. Bust those and we'll be able to see them just fine."
At least, that was how it worked in his world.
"I'll deal with these guys. You people just keep hacking at that barrier."
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"If a Noble Phantasm didn't cut through it, we'll be here all day," he says irritably, making testing slashes in the direction of his original assailant. "Kid, you look for a power source or magic crystal or whatever while we fight this guy...these guys...whatever."
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The blond man was telling him to go look for a way to disable the barrier. Looking to the others and back to blondey he nodded. "I'll be back soon than, just be careful!"
Taking some steps back, Cross pulls out several EMP charges as he begins to plant them around the barrier. Hopefully this will be enough to turn it of if it's tech.
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Fuck this shit.
He doesn't normally like to whip out this sort of thing this early, but desperate times call for desperate measures -- or desperation moves.
He whips his arms around him, and a massive surge of chi surrounds him. "GEYSER!" He slams his fist into the ground, and the force surges up and around him. Any attacking forces in the area are almost certain to get hit -- as well as any of them in FRONT of him, as he launches his trademark Triple Geyser. Wears him out a bit, but you do what you gotta.
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"Watch where you're hitting, dumbass!"
As if to compete with Terry, he traces the Ansuz rune and sends out an explosion of fire. That done, he turns toward the other two fighters.
"When I say I'll handle them, I'll handle them. I've got some tricks that can keep them from scampering around all over the place, seeing how they're invisible."
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Gilgamesh focuses, gritting his teeth in irritation, fires forth another three swords from Babil, eyes focused on where that thin trail of blood is going. The bullet-speed blades converge on the space around where the enemy should be.
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The EMPs managed to hit the devices generating the force field and shut them down, bringing the force field down with them. However, the moment it went down, a series of blood-curdling howls was unleashed. The howls sounded like they came from a pack of hounds, and they could smell the intruders.
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He prepares himself for the attack. "So we might as well show them how hard a sack of bricks can hit, eh?"
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"You! You there! Boys! Heel!"
He points in the direction of the sounds, as if expecting the hounds to obey him.
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"Guess these boys like to play rough."
His counter is simple. A quick spear thrust into the dog's open maw.
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With the hounds down, some shouts can be heard from within the woods:
"Send backup! Repeat, send backup!"
"Give it up, you idiot! We're just out of range!"
"No, it can't be! They should be getting this!"
"Dammit, give it up and let's get out of here!"
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He begins heading in towards the sound of their voices. Carefully. Only an IDIOT would walk into enemy-filled woods blindly.
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Hoping to cut down any escape, he jumps up onto a sturdy-looking branch on one of the nearest trees. Listening and looking for movement, he prepares to rain down a barrage of swords at machine-gun pace as soon as he sees or hears anything wyrd trying to flee.
Sorry this is late.
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He pounds the ground with his fist. "Power Wave!" That oughta trip them up a bit.