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SOLDIER: 76 ([personal profile] steadypulse) wrote in [community profile] songerein2022-01-06 11:27 pm

Every Dream Filled With Hell From Beyond | Closed

Who: Soldier: 76 & Various
Which: Closed/Planned Threads Catch-All
Where: Dreamscape | Cave within the Wildlands | TBA
What: Dreamboard Task #102 | A trip to a cave containing the Glowing Dawn Flowers goes very wrong.
Warnings: Violence, strong language, will warn for anything else | Very likely some gorey body horror once threads for the cave filled with "ent"-looking creatures gets going. Will add warning there when hit.

Starters will go below! Feel free to get in touch with me to get something arranged to go in here if wanted.


(OOC: For something planned outside of mini-events this month, PM or hmu in the game discord.)
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[personal profile] shithogs 2022-03-03 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Fortunately for both of them, ‘quick’ and ‘reckless’ are two things they have in common.

“Give it your best shot, old man!” Anything he can do to slow it down, she’s more than willing to take— the fact that it’s big and heavy means they already have a speed advantage here, but while she’s still plenty strong, she’s lost a little of her inhuman strength since finding her way to this world. She’s still plenty confident that she can crack through that armor, but she’s learned that she doesn’t have to try quite so hard to refuse help, especially not here.

The Noctaere strikes, aiming for Kainé thanks to her being in close quarters; she very narrowly manages to dodge, rolling out of the way before she hefts her blade and swings it towards what pass for legs, the strike of serrated metal against hard stone high-pitched and dissonant.

“Asshole is made of rocks, we can use that weight against him!”

Always press the advantage, however small it might seem. She’s sure this shithead has a lot more up his non-existent sleeves than just heavy armor and solid punches, anyway.
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[personal profile] shithogs 2022-03-10 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
For a good few moments, it works— the Noctaere's attention is divided, unable to decide on which of them it should go after, and the oncoming barrage of electricity gives Kainé plenty of opportunity to get in close and circle around to try and pinpoint where best to strike to send this guy tumbling to the ground. It's a solid effort, until the Noctaere decides that rather than decide, it's going to go after both of them while shifting the ground beneath, cackling all the while as though they were assaulting it with nothing more threatening than feathers.

"Shit—!"

Kainé, too, feels herself being grabbed by the ground itself, heels sinking deep into what feels like quicksand even as the earth calcifies around her ankles. She manages to pull one foot free, having to pry the other loose with her sword before stumbling forward, letting out a low growl as she regains herself.

"Cheap trick! That's only gonna work once, shitlord!"

She lunges, hefting her sword overhead to bring it down firmly against the Noctaere's back, hard enough that she hopes to at least crack its armor.
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[personal profile] shithogs 2022-03-14 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Only way I know how to go, old man!"

Even with the challenge ahead of them, Kainé is grinning as she continues her assault; their surroundings being structurally sound may be in question, but shit, it's a dreamscape, isn't it? Can't let it get into their heads more than it already has, can't let the fear of what might happen keep them from getting the job done.

They can do this.

Those charged shots help keep the creature's attention; it swings for Kainé blindly with one arm before turning to lumber towards 76 to retaliate, leaving her an opening to attack again and wedge her blade into where the armor had cracked, prying it open and using her strength to force some of it to fall away.

"If I get it's attention, think you can nail it from behind, grandpa?!"

The Noctaere lets out another shrieking cackle, a pained edge to it rather than merely taunting. They're definitely making headway.