Save Our City [OPEN, but sign up first]
Who: Pretty much EVERYONE.
What: Kicking Isis out of Nautilus.
Where: All over.
When: Beginning early Monday morning, lasting until Tuesday night.
Warnings: Violence and death, at least.
Notes: - Tag under your specified thread. If you have any questions, address them at the OOC post- Threads can either be paragraph or quicklog. People who are ( Read more... )
What: Kicking Isis out of Nautilus.
Where: All over.
When: Beginning early Monday morning, lasting until Tuesday night.
Warnings: Violence and death, at least.
Notes: - Tag under your specified thread. If you have any questions, address them at the OOC post- Threads can either be paragraph or quicklog. People who are ( Read more... )
It hears, and slowly begins to rise. The Sea of Mercury will do its task when the time comes; but for now, Dead End borrows the rising note, borrows it and feeds it into his radar, shapes it and transmits across the Eastern District. He shifts into gear and begins to drive.
As he drives, the pulse from his radar tunes itself to a certain frequency, the frequency that atoms of silicon dioxide must absorb, the frequency that heats them like a microwave beam heats water. Tuned very precisely, by Will and Bending, to the native glass of windows and tanks and cases, not to the transformed victims of Isis. Warms the glass, heats it, and ultimately... melts it.1
It's not instant; for a short time, glass holds its shape, though heated to searing temperatures. Hot glass looks just like cold glass, after all. When it finally gives way and puddles downward, the song of mercury touches it, and puddling glass transforms into puddling mercury, trickling towards the sea in rivulets and channels that sag deeper and deeper under the weight of liquid metal.
Dead End drives back and forth, negotiating every winding road and spoke road of the Eastern district; as he passes, windows and glass door panes and glass shop fronts and glass display cases and ornaments and lights and every glass thing that was not once living begins to sag and glow dully red with heat. His windows are rolled down, and the fell lyrics of the March of Cambreadth can be heard playing on his stereo...
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1 Because crazy Mad Science stuff is traditional in Transformer plot lines
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It took a little time to recover her strength after her exodus, and while much of that strength remained unrecovered, she hauled herself along anyway. Rushing through districts on foot. Her feet were all she had for transportation. But she could run. Running past the Heart, to wherever she felt as if something were pulling her towards.
When she retreated back into the Eastern District, the streets had certainly changed. The water was still the same, the dismal mercury that covered and tainted the very thing Aya found peaceful about this place. However, the glass... much of the glass on the buildings had changed. Much of everything had been in the process of change.
The glass was melting. Being melted. It was still hot. Someone was doing it-
Aya blinked when, somewhere down one of the neighboring streets, a Porsche sped from one street to another. Her head tilted curiously, before her feet broke into yet another run. Her gun kept at her belt, tapping against her waist as she bolted towards that car, which bore familiar colors to a certain robot that she’d met.
“Hey!” Aya called out as she swung around on of the Eastern District streets, hoping that the Porsche hadn’t driven too far for her voice to be heard. She wasn’t used to yelling, and. So. She was still pretty worn out. If she was going to be of any use in getting rid of the glass that Isis had formed in the entire city, then she was going to be needing a little assistance.
She began to slow down, though, when she could sense the heat radiating from the same car. Whatever it was doing, she had a feeling it was probably better to stay clear from it while it was in the process of, well, doing it.
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He swings the nearest, driver-side door open, inviting. "Care to take a tour of Nautilus' streets with me? I can promise it won't be safe in the least."
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Surprises all around.
“Tell me about it.” Aya breathed as soon as she was able to catch up with Dead End. She stared at the door for a minute as it swung open. “I can promise that it doesn’t bother me in the least.”
Her lip twitched into a small smile as she slipped behind the driver’s seat, closing the door herself.
“So, we’re taking out all the glass, right?”
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"I'm melting it down and turning it into mercury, to join the heavy metal rivers of the East. Once that's done, well... I do like turning an opponent's strength against it." Dead End chuckles as he turns down a side street, rolling rather sedately along.
"Put your will behind it, and it will go faster. Glass trees or people, I'm not melting--those we'll try to turn back to whatever. Might need more help for people, though, but I can help you with the trees." He turns onto a wide avenue and stops abruptly, his nose pointed at a row of incredibly detailed glass sculptures of trees lining and providing a mockery of shade for the avenue. "Like those."
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Aya confirmed the gun at her waist holster, checking that the clip within it was full. She’d been in too much a hurry out to have made sure that she was fully equipped.
After snapping the clip back in, she could only hope that they wouldn’t run into anyone who would get in their way. She wasn’t fond of the idea of killing, but she’d shoot to kill if she had to, in order to defend herself in any case.
“So if we take out that which gives her strength, we’ll have a better chance of getting her out.” She looked out the window. “Sounds easy enough with what we got.”
She could do this. Aya could do this. It was all, as Dead End had said, a matter of putting your mind to it-and focusing. Attempt to undo the damage that had been caused to this place.
Nodding at the line of glassed tree, Aya squinted and focused. She knew how to Bend things; had plenty of time to work on putting her will into that sort of thing. Getting the people who were glassed back to normal would take more effort, as Dead End said. However, they could do this. “All right. Time to get those trees back.”
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He denied those glass mockeries of life. There were trees shading this avenue, paralleling the canal that ran down the neutral zone between the lanes. Canal? When did that come back? Just now, apparently; mercury trickled sullenly along the bottom, but it was slowly filling as the dead glass melted and changed.
Dead End's will backed and supported Aya's; he let her focus on the treeness of trees. Dead End denied that they were glass.
The glass trees darkened and grew opaque--then, with a crackling sound, a thin shell of glass cracks away, shatters and falls to the ground with a long tinkling chorus like falling ice to reveal the living tree beneath. Briefly, the glassy slivers pile up like snow--until they melt away like snow into mercury and dribble into the canal.
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She would never acknowledge this. And with everything that she could muster in her being, she wished for it to go away. Just as she wished to help the people of this city. Not Isis. The city. And those who resided within it that needed help. Her help.
Aya Brea only wanted to help. Her desire to do so propelled her wishing and wanting, combined with Dead End’s, into breaking away the glass surface over the trees-
Until they were no more. Aya opened her eyes after a moment to see this for herself. The glass trees had changed. Becoming part of the mercury that was made up the rest of the glass that had been shaped into something else.
What more, Aya found that, while it’d taken a little more effort than it would before, Dead End’s will in sync with her own had been enough to take on their obstacle.
“She’s weakened already. We should get more, and maybe see if we can take care of the people who have been glassed as well.”
Together, there was almost nothing that couldn’t be accomplished.
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"Oh." The beach is empty. "She's been moved."
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Biting her lip a moment, Aya rummaged through her memory as she sat back down in the driver’s seat.
“Right. She was moved someplace safe, so she wouldn’t get damaged.”
Aya placed a hand over her head, trying to remember.
“I think they all were. Or at least, most of them were. I don’t know where they are, but I do know there was a dragon that got glassed where some mountains used to be. Western District, I think.”
She didn’t know what a great idea unglassing a dragon was. However, with a temper like that one, it’d probably score one for the home team when getting back at Isis.
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"I believe a certain library was turned from a tree into a mundane building. It would be better if that library were once again a great tree... and I do believe I know someone who will want to take care of that," Dead End said. His engine seemed to hesitate briefly. "James Hook is still alive and functional, isn't he?"
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Better to keep an eye out for those people, too. She had no idea how many people were glassed, and others who were sided with Isis.
“James Hook?” Aya tried to think if she’d ever talked to someone by that name over the networks-although she may have heard the name in passing. “Haven’t heard any news that he’s not. If you know where he’d be, we’re probably going to need someone else to help take care of those who’ve been glassed. More people we have, the easier it’ll be to take advantage.”
Faster would be better. They might as well drive around until they find someone.
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He opens up, speeding along the spiral road, though his radar continues to churn, spotting things and sending out window-slagging emanations. He almost misses the next item of interest even so, flashing by the ornate, eerily beautiful glass sculpture of a woman poised at the edge of the street.
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For the briefest moment, there was something familiar about that sculpture, too.
Someone Aya had talked to before...
She rested her hand over the driver’s wheel. “Turn around. I think I saw someone just now.”
Changing the library could wait. If they were going to try and turn more things back to the way they were, they were going to need the help of more people.
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He looked over his shoulder at the screech of tires, eyes lighting up in concern and hesitation; he didn't know very many Cybertronians, and couldn't be sure just what was coming at him. Hesitantly, he reached for his sword, standing his ground.
"A word of warning!" he shouted out. "I will not go down as easily as you might think. Stand and deliver yourselves!
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"Oh yes, that's--hello, who's this?" Dead End exclaimed, still in Porsche mode. "Master--or is it Captain?--Hook. The very person I was about to look for. We were on our way over to see if we could assist in repairing the library, but it looks like this lady is in even greater need of repair."
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