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monstertruckers ([personal profile] monstertruckers) wrote in [community profile] memestertrucks2025-03-15 03:07 pm
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MARCH TDM




After tumbling through shadow you find yourself in a shrouded, ruined garage. It’s full of shattered windows and broken mechanical equipment, with all sorts of sharp edges to watch out for. Between that are strange symbols scrawled into the ground. Outside is cloudy weather and the beginnings of a storm flickering and rumbling.

Beyond the rundown garage is a rundown gas station surrounded by rolling, grassy hills. Close by is a Convoy of vehicles, either parked or driving up to station.


















01: SUMMONING CIRCLE


This time the summoning circle and car garage is attached to retro diner, and an old wind turbine, barely still spinning and providing fading power. There’s also a broken radio playing a message about Nirvana and imploring people to head north. In fact, there’s a large amount of broken electric equipment in here and spitting sparks.

A fan circles overhead, stirring those sparks and creating a breeze. Trails of paper are attached to the fan, spinning lazily about. If Drifters choose, they can easily retrieve those paper talismans with little more than a slight static shock. While the paper is tattered and smeared with ink and blood, the following can be made out: “Broken in two […] Nothing to lose-“ “Moon mourns, call her down, ease her pain-“ “Need […] Better vessels from afar. Stronger souls-“ “Imbue with moon sigils, Give blessings of moon, share her pain. Put the ritual right.”

Hard to say what that all means, but it seems to have something to do with the summoning circle here. And there’s lingering power crackling through the building. The sort that makes the lights flash and flicker… And line up eerily with flashes of thunder on the horizon.
02: START UP
New arrivals will have a similar experience to before; a Convoy waiting outside for them, and a collection of vehicles, one of which feels like it belongs to them. The key to the vehicle may already be in the ignition, on the dashboard… It may have even been on their person, ever since they woke up in that garage. Either way, Drifters have the keys to the vehicle now.

…But there’s a few rough edges on these vehicles. Flat tires, cracked windows and mirrors, maybe some stuck doors and locks; all of them requires two pairs of hands and supplies. The garage can take care of the supplies… Now it’s just a matter of finding some extra hands.


03: STORM WARNING
There’s something odd in the sky; it shifts between a dark cloud, and a collection of birds. As the thing draws closer, it clearly becomes a mix of both. Car-sized, dark feathered birds and skeletal avians fly in a thundering flock, and turn the sky stormy in their wake. That alone is bad… But what’s worse is how the shiny chrome of the Convoy and vehicles draws the birds. As they dive towards the ground to snatch at the shiny metal, they pull the storm and bring a tornado with them. The Convoy does its best to anchor to the ground, but lighter vehicles and Drifters might not be so lucky.

The garage and diner takes it worst of all: the electric devices start spitting sparks and can even act as homing beacons for lightning strikes if a Drifter with electric abilities gets too close to them. Any remaining, intact windows shatter as the storm winds pick up, pelting Drifters with razor shards. And water starts pouring in, further shorting electric equipment and soaking anyone to the bone. There’s even a strange droning, siren like noise to warn about the storm and cut into one’s hearing. It’s difficult conditions for anyone caught up in the blow-out.



04: WEATHERING
Once the main force of the storm hits, the following happens:
Diversion: Those with Fast cars can drive away from the station and divert the birds. They’ll want a second Drifter to come along; either to snipe at the pursuing birds, or keep eyes on the terrain! Eventually the birds will tire or get culled enough that the storm disperses.
Updraft: There is the risk of getting swept up in the tornado winds. Damage, injuries… And a particular quirk this storm has. Drifters who spend more than a minute in the storm winds will find that they begin to take on traits from the Harpy monster. These traits increase in potency if the Drifter experiences hunger or violence. As the weather clears and days become calmer, the traits fade.
Downburst: If Drifters get slammed into the ground by the storm, or the dark birds flying about. They may also find themselves drenched with rain. Any injury they take mends quickly, but is replaced with scales, as the Drifters begin to resemble a Naga monster. These changes grow worse if they tell lies, but disperse with the storm.
BIRDS: The birds themselves are vicious: those afflicted with Naga traits are seen as prey, while Harpies are seen as rivals. The birds are deadly, but also clumsy if forced to the ground. The screens on the Convoy recommend crippling the wings before finishing the bird off on the ground.
04: MONSTER SHIFT, NAGA
This month, Drifters will have access to the serpentine Naga. On top of all Naga species traits being available, the following occurs:
+Cold Blooded: the rain and storms can potentially make Naga slow and sluggish, or inclined to sleep or seek out other heat sources to gain energy; this includes basking in body heat from others!
+Water Divert: With their water shaping, Naga can divert falling rain and even ground saturation to make the area or other Drifters more dry. They can also concentrate water into different areas, and can also change water into mist or ice.
+Blue shift: the scales of Naga become more vibrantly blue, or a strange mottled combination of blue and stormy gray, the more intense the rains become. These scale colors can also reflect their moods.
+Extra arms that are painful and disorienting to grow, and can result in coordination issues.
+Scale Pains: Pain and discomfort when scales grow in, as well as fangs or talons!
+Water glide: during floods from the rains, Naga find they can easily traverse deep water as though they were simply walking (or slithering) across it.
+Thermal vision, making it easy to track others in the middle of storms. Vision may also become disorienting, and eyes become slitted.
04: MONSTER SHIFT, HARPY
The storm will bring a second monster this month, in the form of Harpy. On top of all Harpy species traits being active, the following occurs:
+Storm Rider: high agility and capable of flying through the storm winds without hindrance. Even tornadoes can be mastered!
+Feather pains: itching, or full pain when growing feathers or wings. Talons may also be painful when growing from fingers or from feet.
+Wind Affinity: able to shape wind, including diverting the worst of the storm winds, or summon and focus wind into razors.
+Warbling Voice: words may waver and slip into something more songlike, or even a damaging sonic scream if emotions are heightened.
+Height Call: a need to get higher into the air, whether through perching on buildings or the convoy, or through flight. A sense of euphoria as they go higher.
+Nest Building: a compulsion to create a nest out of spare and soft objects, and feeling more safe inside that space.
+Heightened vision like a bird of prey, able to pick out details even at great distance. This may be disorienting at first, as vision becomes telescopic.
05: RAIN, SHINE, OR SALVAGE
Upon culling enough birds, the storm disperses. The monster avians dissolve as they drop into streams of energy, feeding into Drifter Sigils and providing limited healing. And handful remain intact when they hit the ground and can be harvested for meat, feathers, and possibly even talons.

There is one extra problem, in the form of falling debris. After being pulled up into the sky, wreckage (and possibly stray Drifters) are going to drop back down. It’s advised to look out for falling objects and people. It might be possible to salvage something in the form of scrap metal for any vehicle repairs, but such a task requires two.



06: STORM SHOT
The storm can be dispersed in one of two ways. One is waiting the storm out. The second is a battered collection of machines melted into the roof of the garage and gas station. When touched they burn the hands of Drifters, but also fire a jolt of lightning into the storm. One shot lessens the effects of the storm, repeated shots completely disperses the weather.

In the aftermath of the storm, something different rains from the sky in the form of glowing, quicksilver feathers. These feathers can suppress one avian or serpentine trait for a month, and can also drain away any Naga or Harpy changes from the event completely.

Alternately, the feathers will allow Drifters to temporarily access flight for one day. Doing so completely robs the feather of its magic: only one effect can be chosen from a feather.
MICRO ENCOUNTERS:

PLEASE NOTE! These are small bits of set dressing for players to include in threads if they wish, rather than full fledged prompts or events. You may handwave your exploration of these areas, or thread them out.

Windy Days: Preceding the storm are gales of strong winds, enough to stagger Drifters or send them staggering into other people or other vehicles.

Diner Is Served: While the retro diner attached to the garage has only limited food stores, curiously there is a respectable amount of cooking equipment that can be plundered. Portable stoves, pots and pans, spoons, and the like are all available for the taking.

Fading Storm: In the aftermath of the storm, the garage and diner look like they’re on their last legs, barely held up by their shelving. Anyone who wants to try salvaging had better move fast and carefully, before the entire thing comes crashing down.


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coffinturk: (50)

Re: IV.

[personal profile] coffinturk 2025-03-19 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
The beast was all too happy to tear apart the enemies thrown down and short work is made of the wounded avian enemies dropped from the sky. He might even be heard over the storm on occasion, roaring as if demanding more from the skyborn 'ally'.

Then it all comes to an end. Vincent is 'human' again and crouched, awareness taking its sweet time to become clarity. Control... however much he's come to understand the beast inside him, there's always moments where it bursts free and sends his mind in retreat.

Dragon. That is likely what Vincent would call Stone even if the raksura was unlike any dragon he'd ever witnessed.

A dragon nearly the size of any summoned Bahamut at that.

The red-cloaked man is soaked in the rain and looks disoriented. But he drags himself to a standing position and aims his weapon.

That form of his never came with instructions. Kept everything fuzzy at best if not outright blank. In time he'd gain more control, more awareness of self. But now, Stone is just another possible threat the storm has generated. Only the fact that he isn't an avian gives Vincent pause before engaging.
scarsolderthanyou: (thinking)

Re: IV.

[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2025-03-19 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
The winged monster rumbles, catching sight of the little man with his little gun. He doesn't think the gun will hurt him, unless it has some kind of incendiary in it, which... some guns do have. He'd rather not find out. He's tired now. Fighting all that wind took effort, even for someone as big as he is.

So he shifts back to groundling form. Mostly, anyway. The great scaled wings remain, leaving him heavier and oddly off-balance, to his disgruntlement.

To Vincent's perspective, there is a dragon, then a blur, then a tall gray man in gray clothes with black wings. Stone looks over his shoulder at the weight at his back, Vincent and his little gun momentarily forgotten. "Well. That's not supposed to happen."
coffinturk: (51)

Re: IV.

[personal profile] coffinturk 2025-03-19 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
...Fortunately they won't have to test what the little (magic enhanced) gun from the little man can do to something the size of Stone. If he were the type to admit it aloud, Vincent would be greatly relieved that the massive 'dragon' takes on the form of a man. Elderly, with wings, but that's no different than some of the others he's met since his arrival in Revan.

And who is he to speak of someone else having the power of metamorphosis, setting aside they're all becoming yet another monster?

He lowers his weapon and his expression eases. Though he remains watchful while Stone looks over his shoulder to the black wings that didn't disappear, by the time he might think to look back the weapon is holstered.

"You must be one of the 'Drifters'." Not one of the storm monsters. Or would that be fiends? "...Sorry." While Vincent doesn't sound reluctant, the apology hardly changes the pitch of his tone any.

Well, he is sincere inasfar as acknowledging he'd been wrong about Stone's identity was concerned. He's not sorry at all for being cautious.

"What's not supposed to happen?"
scarsolderthanyou: (nope)

Re: IV.

[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2025-03-20 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"This." Stone extends a wing, and it feels just like extending a wing in his other form, except now he doesn't have digitigrade feet and a tail for counter balance, so he has to extend the other one in the other direction to keep from falling over. He hisses in annoyance. "I have two forms. One with wings, one without. They're not supposed to blur like this."
coffinturk: (Vincent-hm)

[personal profile] coffinturk 2025-03-20 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Vincent observes with an outward look of calm patience in the face of Stone's frustration; fairly good for a 'tiny man' who knows just what the raksura can become. Inwardly? Vincent can't say he's thrilled as a thought crosses his head.

"Hm. Could be what this place is doing to us. Good to know I might have to look forward to that."

It's not. Not at all. The dry tone that creeps into his apathetic tone is as arid as the Corel Desert.

In the meantime, the darkness of the clouds is lessening in wake of the remaining avian retreat. But with the end of the storm comes new problems. The glitter of quicksilver feathers might catch the eye and turn it skyward. They are gentle and light and fall not too far away if they make it to the ground at all between the two present.

Then there is the remains of a very crumbled, totally rusted out junker of a pickup truck that slams to earth a lot less gracefully about ten meters away. ...Close enough that the impact probably ripples the ground beneath their feet a little.

It... probably wasn't anyone's chosen vehicle, given the condition it's in.

"....Right. That happened." Things were lifted up with the massive updraft, weren't they? After a split second examining the pickup remains, Vincent turns his attention skyward, looking for more dangerous falling objects with riskier trajectories.
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[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2025-03-20 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Stone springs back and out of the way, landing in a crouch with wings mantled and teeth, slightly too sharp even in this form, bared at the landing car. He still doesn't properly even know what these things are.

He growls to himself. "I should probably go catch some more of those, if they're going to be landing like that," he complains. He doesn't want people getting squashed by falling debris.
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[personal profile] coffinturk 2025-03-20 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I doubt you have the time unless you're fast." Vincent's eyes remain skyward and alert though for the moment other than some much lighter debris they seem to be fine.

Or lucky.

The man has a point though; now that the winds and avians aren't as plentiful, gravity has kicked in. Stone's flight speed would need to be phenomenal to make an active difference.

And if he'd displayed those qualities during the battle where he should have been aware of the skill, Vincent oddly doesn't appear to be aware.

"...You'd probably be better off helping to dig people out that might be buried in wreckage. Or gathering up useful pieces to take back. That other form of yours. You control it?"

There's just the slightest trace of something there. A bit of pain. Perhaps a touch of envy. Vincent still has a way to go on that particular journey.
scarsolderthanyou: (nope)

[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2025-03-24 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Stone growls at him. "I am fast." He's caught falling objects-- falling people-- out of the air many a time. He crouches, ready to blur back into his bigger form, but Vincent is asking him questions. Ugh, wasting time. "Of course I can. It's still me, it's just the bigger version. And if something that big lands on an actual person, we would be better off burying them. No one is surviving that unless they're my size."
coffinturk: (70)

I'll just wrap this up here! Sorry about the delay tho!

[personal profile] coffinturk 2025-04-05 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
Vincent isn't here to start an argument with a giant dragon. Or rather, a man who says he's perfectly capable of becoming one and time he damn well pleases.

Even if Stone did just mention that there seems to be a glitch in the system. Probably best not to point that out either.

"Depends on the person. I won't keep you longer, then."

Vincent begins to turn away. Such is part of his nature to simply end a conversation and move on, particularly when there's a need to move with haste. There's no fear or irritation; it's recognized that he shouldn't hold up the giant dragon if there's still something he can do to save people from the fallout.

...And moving with haste is not fleeing. It's merely because they did get close enough to talk and Stone will clearly need some room to get back to size. Vincent would rather not be around to find out how much room.