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revivalproject2021-09-27 11:22 am
deal_me_in) wrote in revivalproject2021-09-27 11:22 am
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♤ Quake (volume ii)
WHO: Open~~
WHERE: Southeast Sector of Temba, close to the fringes of Orange-12
WHAT: Mild property damage???
WHEN: End of September
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: The mystery continues! Checking things out? Ping away! Or if anyone wants to have belatedly looked into the previous site, ping Tony!
Weeks have passed since the mysterious tremors out by the mines, and given its localized occurrence much of the city's happenstantial residences were mostly unaware of anything unusual happening at all, unless they'd tuned in when Echo had made his timely sitrep.
The coolness of the early morning tended to hang about longer and longer as the days wore on, proof of some seasonal shift if the turning leaves weren't already a visual hint in itself. One such morning was accompanied by a vague rumble, easily dismissable by anyone out walking about the fringes of the area, perhaps causing some brief panic in the spider-housing factory, but nothing more followed.
It wasn't until well after noon that another tremor buzzed through the area like a horse shuddering under the threat of a pesky insect. It was most likely felt by anyone dwelling in the copse of buildings that made up the Tower if not the bar, and while it wasn't nearly strong enough to knock anything over, it lingered for perhaps a second longer than one might be comfortable with before it quieted.
"That wasn't me!!" came the Hunter Vanguard's reflex-defensive, whether there were people at the Deep End or not. And as suspicious as it sounded, if there were witnesses about they could confirm that all the Exo had been doing at the time was toss a knife at the dart board hanging on the wall.
That seemed to be about the end of things until perhaps half an hour later, a different sort of rumble sounded, the sound of compromised structures as a portion of the wall from one of the uninhabited residential buildings across the road began to sink and break away, and the larger chunks that fell to the ground appeared to be sink impossibly deep into it. Depending on when one might come across the sight they might just find strange portions of a wall jutting out from the ground itself and be none the wiser.
WHERE: Southeast Sector of Temba, close to the fringes of Orange-12
WHAT: Mild property damage???
WHEN: End of September
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: The mystery continues! Checking things out? Ping away! Or if anyone wants to have belatedly looked into the previous site, ping Tony!
Weeks have passed since the mysterious tremors out by the mines, and given its localized occurrence much of the city's happenstantial residences were mostly unaware of anything unusual happening at all, unless they'd tuned in when Echo had made his timely sitrep.
The coolness of the early morning tended to hang about longer and longer as the days wore on, proof of some seasonal shift if the turning leaves weren't already a visual hint in itself. One such morning was accompanied by a vague rumble, easily dismissable by anyone out walking about the fringes of the area, perhaps causing some brief panic in the spider-housing factory, but nothing more followed.
It wasn't until well after noon that another tremor buzzed through the area like a horse shuddering under the threat of a pesky insect. It was most likely felt by anyone dwelling in the copse of buildings that made up the Tower if not the bar, and while it wasn't nearly strong enough to knock anything over, it lingered for perhaps a second longer than one might be comfortable with before it quieted.
"That wasn't me!!" came the Hunter Vanguard's reflex-defensive, whether there were people at the Deep End or not. And as suspicious as it sounded, if there were witnesses about they could confirm that all the Exo had been doing at the time was toss a knife at the dart board hanging on the wall.
That seemed to be about the end of things until perhaps half an hour later, a different sort of rumble sounded, the sound of compromised structures as a portion of the wall from one of the uninhabited residential buildings across the road began to sink and break away, and the larger chunks that fell to the ground appeared to be sink impossibly deep into it. Depending on when one might come across the sight they might just find strange portions of a wall jutting out from the ground itself and be none the wiser.