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The Sixth Iteration ([personal profile] sixthiteration) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2018-07-26 08:59 pm

[MINGLE] Wendi-go-go to the inn

WHERE: 6I Village and Inn
WHEN: 27-31 July
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
NOTES: The Wendigo threatening the village will be killed mid 28 July, with a Blue Lily, per these threads. Plot details here. Note: The final fight is close enough to be seen from the upstairs inn windows.
WARNINGS: Wendigo attack mingle, please warn in comment headers if discussing violence, gore, or related trauma. Possible mentions of character death.

The urgent warnings come from villagers returning south from the lake: a creature twice the size of a man, antlered and voracious. Larger than any they've seen on the plains, stalking its way to the main village. Some might have their own names for this hunger in a skin of shadow; others might remember that it was the first to claim a life, in their village's short history.

Whatever context one has for it, best to secure all pets and loved ones before it arrives. With weapons and food stores at the inn, the call goes out to gather — And to bring back any tools, because there's no telling what doors and windows can do to stop such a creature.
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[personal profile] iwasrussian 2018-07-28 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
One smaller creature charged her while two others came out of nowhere to team up with it. Natasha was indeed able to take car of herself, but the fog was beginning to roll back in and surprise attacks sucked no matter how capable one was.

She notices the guy in her periphery but her attention is fully on anticipating the creatures stalking her beyond where she could see. But once one came out from its hiding spot, she kicks it before hearing another approach just behind her on the left side.

He can definitely help given the screeches from the smaller one were alerting others to help.
demonic_divinity: PB Hampus Ahlqvist (PB - feild)

[personal profile] demonic_divinity 2018-07-30 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Three on one, was far from fair, normal for demons though... and these people lacked devils arms to properly fight them, and yet fight they did.

Vergil wouldn't be able to say when or why he moved away from the wall but he moved quickly in his bright but dirty teal scrubs, the kitchen knife wasn't the sharpest, it wasn't even the best, the handle was shakey but it was a false sense of security. He moved forward before even really thinking as he moved quickly sinking the blade into the throat of one of the smaller wendigos, the handle snapped as he expected, but blood squirted out, as he used what strength he could muster to force what remained across its throat. Logically, everything was weak at the neck. His hair, face chest covered in wendigo blood as he stepped closer to the woman. "Any ideas?" Was all he asked, one down, but the weapon ruined... with two to go as she fought and he kicked at one getting to close but lacked any of his true strength...
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[personal profile] iwasrussian 2018-08-01 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Natasha's head quickly turns to look at the guy and then glance over his shoulder at the two more approaching far faster than she expected they would. Then again, after dealing with Chitauri aliens several years earlier and Outriders right before getting here, she expects fast. And these things are fast.

"Behind you, on your left. Kill it quickly or it's just going to keep calling more." she instructs.

Not a great plan, but it works until they get them down and can move towards the inn.
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[personal profile] demonic_divinity 2018-08-03 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
He pulled the blade free, the handle all but fucked so that was ignored. He had nothing to makeshift as a handle but he did his best to not slice his own fingers open as he slammed the blade into the next throat that got close, as soon as the blade bit into his skin, a string of curses escaped him. Luckily with a blade in its throat it was all but done. He kicked hard as he could into the dying beast sending it back with it's fallen brethren. His hand quickly cradled to his chest a moment before a claw slashed against his upper arm. He cursed again as he looked livid doing the only thing that made sense, kicking the beast that slashed him backwards. His punches may not do much, he had strong legs and it helped, knocking it back. He balled his fists despite the blood coming from his hand and arm.

"I have nothing else to use!" He called back to her, boy pain sucked.