Dark Descent - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
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Date
22/7/2026
Log
(Bleu) Bleu looks between himself, Randel, and Pteryx, and then looks down at his laser pistol. "Well, captain, I mean, I can't make any guarantees, of course. I'm not a physicist. The fabric of space-time is torn... But I'm a priest of Dionysus, so hey, maybe I can pour a few wine libations alongside blowing the heads off any monsters we might encounter... I mean, if there are any monsters."
(Waconet) Captain Eden appears to consider his options as he mulls over the groups responses, while Pteryx's response doesn't appear to leave him hopeful, having Randel's commitment to keep an eye on the moth winged hyena does lend some credibility that this gambit might actually work, and not to mention having such a high ranking priest from a divinity who is, at least tangently, familiar with what they're all up against. "Alright, if you believe you can resolve this crisis, we'll provide what support we can from here." He says, gesturing to both the rifle armed guards as well as medical supplies that the two were starting to unload from crates. "The apparitions will be drawn to any distraction that you may have while you step into the apeiron and while we've discovered that rounds on target are surprisingly effective, they will eventually swarm forcing you to retreat, lest they completely overwhelm your team. Our scouts have reported that the aperitions will try to drag any unconscious away. We don't know where to as in each instance the team was able to fight them off, and fell back to safety with their downed comrades." And with that, Eden dismissed the party to their own plans and the objective of stopping the leak of realties. As the group departs from the field HQ they are now able to view the park's square in its fullest. The normally peaceful square is now bubbling over with the dark ichor flowing from the fountain. And while it is midday with the sun out, it is inexplicably darker than what feels as normal. The two siren guards stand idle, but with weapons drawn, ready to provide supporting fire should anyone find themselves distracted. The area is mostly quiet, with only the occasional sound of couriers arriving and departing with reports and directives, as well as the rare truck dropping off supplies or sand for more sandbags to be filled and added to the wall which is all that stand between them and the slow ominous rise of the dark pool. Looking over the darkened landscape, Narwen's cobbled together device starts spinning and whirring to life as the duct taped hoover starts spinning the needle and attempts to order packages with two day shipping from a defunct warehouse. But while the order fails to process, the needle does point in the direction of the fountain. Which may, or may not have been the obvious source of the dark ichor as it is jetted up and outwards from the fountain.
(Pteryx) Pteryx really ain't fer them front line fightin! If one of them others get hurt, maybe they could patch 'em up! But they're no stranger ta emergency situations! They're also real easy ta distract though! "Why's this place dark? Shiny sky light looks up!" A lotta guards 'round here... and whatever thingy then science skunk made is makin noises! "What was them thingy fer again science skunk?"
(Bleu) Bleu follows the guards to the square, readying his M4 Carbine, and looking around, with his ears perked as he listens for any unusual ambient sounds. "Yeah, Pteryx, I'm not exactly a fan of the darkness. Honestly, I should probably be more careful, in my condition, and not go in guns blazin'."
(Randel) As the group heads to the fountain, Randel starts to get ready as best as as he can. He puts on a very durable collar on his neck and takes the ID badge from his lab coat and clips it onto his collar. He then takes off his lab coat and puts it in his equipment back, followed by his baggy jean pants. In the process of disrobing his form shifts to that of a wolf. Not a particularly muscular wolf anthro, but a young good looking one, on par with native Fairhaven forms. He looks almost naked as his body suit shifts to match his fur color and texture, on top of his assets showing. Though, to some he very well could! Out of reflex he summons up his Nanomagic to create an illusion around himself, one that seems to best fit what the onlooker expects to sees. There is a feral look about his furry and muzzled face, but that fades as his claim demeanor comes back.
(Narwen) Narwen , gizmo balanced on his broad back, pads towards the sandbag wall and peers over it. "RSX security are great for beating up ferals and setting up perimeters, but I wouldn't trust 'em to solve a quadratic equation, let alone analyse a spatial anomaly. When they said black goo, I just assumed slimes had backed the sewers up again. But this is for real," he continues, gesturing at his device as though that made it obvious. "Spacetime isn't closed, and there's a, uh, discontinuity in the fountain. How to fix it, though?" He shakes his head. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it's a magical problem, and that it's going to need a magical solution. If there's a portal in there, are we closing it? Going through it?" He absently takes out a specimen jar and begins fiddling with it, but is defeated by the childproof cap.
(Waconet) The two siren guards from before are still posted nearby and are ready to provide any amount of support they can, if the amount of support is that of taking shots at any apparitions that appear nearby. The captain did say that they were effective at that so, the group should be fine. Probably. Bleu's caution is well rewarded, as with anyone examining him carefully would see he's about a week away from being due, and would probably need some help getting over the barrier anyway. The two siren guards take a glance over at the transforming Randel, but promptly disregard what they are seeing. That's not the wolf boy they are looking for anyway. The specimen jar sits within Narwen's paws idly, as if stubbornly refusing to open due to the money that the science skunk owes it for the last sample he used it for. The pool idly sits by as the fountain looms darkly ahead in the square. No anomalies in sight at the moment, but there's always the chance of a surprise.
