The Deadland

It is noon.

The TVs turn on to static, and the creatures start to attack.

Each monster when killed has a chance of dropping a random item, or a special item: Energy & 5 Fish Scales. Not every kill will drop something, but more likely than not it will drop at least some Energy.

[ ooc: Hi guys! We're testing out something new this week. Please comment in this post to fight the aggressive, Energy-dropping monsters out and about in Asper today! This in lieu of a whole new post for every person who wants to play out their character collecting items/Energy. Thank you. ]

Lightning was indeed up and about early, as promised, leaving Day to her vaguely incomprehensible water project and Fang to sleep. Both had made off-hand promises to drop by, whether to learn, help out, or in both of their cases, needle Light incessantly, but that didn't mean they needed to be there at some goddess-forsaken time in the morning.

She did, because she needed to hunt down a few feasible weapon types first. The conversations over the radio had driven it home that as far as weapon stocks went, they were in serious trouble. So she had made a few rounds, moving through the city with antigrav-enhanced speed, and had returned to the courtyard with a variety of poles, sticks, knives and sporting equipment. These she stashed in the corner. She'd eaten during the search, so with nothing else to do, she picked a 'weapon' at random and started to try out a standard GC warm-up. The others would arrive soon, if anyone did actually arrive.

When that failed - the pole she'd chosen was too long and heavy for some of the higher flips - she switched to one she'd seen Kain use. Maybe it'd be easier to pretend the thing was a spear.

[The accent is distinctly Australian at the end of the line, though if you asked her what part she was from she'd not know. She sounds way more relaxed than anyone new should be--waking up in strange places is something she's probably too used to by now, and the alcohol she and Lightning had had helped too.]

I guess it's about time I used this damned thing...

If every day is gonna be like today was, I could get used ta livin' here. Better than what I was doing before, which was a whole lot of nothing. I would like to know if anyone knows where I could getta hold of a pole, and some blades, since I don't have my lance with me. This bat is alright for now, but I would really prefer to start working on something more familiar.

Oh. Right.

I'm Fang by the way. I hear you people need some help with pest control.

[ it's nighttime, so maybe everyone's near their radios. Either way, Lightning is finally not occupied killing things or catching up with old friends, so she has time to talk. ]

It's Lightning here. Some of you wanted to learn how to fight close-up, and with this many monsters and ammo running low, we can't afford to be sloppy. I'm no teacher, but I can show you a few tricks that'll make your lives easier and a bit longer. If you're interested, I'll be in the Mercy Street courtyard tomorrow morning. Show up or not, I don't care, but I'll help anyone who does. There aren't many decent weapons lying around, so just bring whatever you can find.

The world lurched forward and hit Fang right in the face. Well, that's what it felt like anyway. She wasn't sure if the white room she'd just been in had been a dream or something else, but one thing was for sure. She had what felt like a killer hangover. Her head was swimming, and her limbs ached, and she found it hard to rouse herself from the cold, broken tarmac. Hand reached, searching for lance and found nothing but the radio she'd been given in that strange hazy vision.

A groan past over her lips, and she tried pushing herself up into a sitting position, but ended up hunched over, trying to make sense of everything. The last thing she remembered was--... Ragnarok. Her focus--their focus.

Reality suddenly hit Fang and she fought through the stiffness of her joints so she could look around, the worry of losing her lance put on the back burner.

"Vanille?!" she demanded, her words echoing in the empty streets. She called again, and got no response. What had that child said? Something about saving a world? And a wish? Fang hadn't really been paying much mind. You'd think she'd be used to waking up in strange places by now.

A glance was cast down at the radio, and Fang picked it up, and fiddled with some of the knobs, only getting white noise. The idea of calling out for help was too much for her and after looking at it for a moment, Fang tucked the device into her sari, and managed to get onto her feet, wincing a little at the stiffness of her joints.

"Lady luck ain't on my side today," she said to no one, cracking her back a little. Some shadows moved further down the street and caught her eye. She had to get moving. She had to find Vanille, or Light, or Snow, or someone who knew what was going on. As much as her head told her the child had said the truth, Fang was trying to remain in denial. The last time she'd been in crystal it had been hundreds of years. How did she know this wasn't what Cocoon had become? How did she not know all of what she had fought so hard to save, was now dust in the wind. And to be asked of that again, when the memories were so raw, was a bit too much for her. So she would ignore it. She would ignore everything.

"Well, no sense in sitting here lookin' pretty."