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[pridecroweth]

jamjar au;


monster attacks, low resources, no revival mechanics ingame but no power nerfing either.


weapons are available but hard to find. monsters are 'corrupted' but their bites don't transfer it. they are however v slow to heal.


set in a super fancy old museum with active historical displays. however, there's been lots of damage to the building/displays, few are 100 percent intact. the pcs have set up in the basement where the valuable archives were kept bc there's an actual vault.


power has been jury-rigged by pcs (idk, maybe tony stark is wandering around). water and food need to be scavenged for and rationed. maybe 30-40 pcs at present?

sam checks in with them regularly but has a 'hide-out' that's actually an old security/control room that overlooks one of the larger display rooms.

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[fortitudosalutis]

[ It’s a familiar tone, even familiar words. It ought to be a comfort. Orders usually are. He was asking for some not so long ago.

But that, Carver realizes, was when he knew what to do with those orders. How to fulfill them.

He can feel his heart pounding. The pressure of Cy’s hand around his arm. That’s real, isn’t it? ]

I don’t know how, [ Carver admits softly. ]

[hallowing]

So what? You think that's a good excuse?

[ He does let go, finally, of the guy's arm. Cuffs him lightly upside the head. ]

You're here. There's only one thing to do, and that's put one foot in front of the other. It'll suck, it'll be painful and hard and stupid and you'll probably want to eat a bullet more than once. But that's not an acceptable reason to be a bitch about something just because you don't know how.

[fortitudosalutis]

[ Oh, Carver thinks, blinking several times at Cy. Because this, at least, is familiar. Shaw would cuff him upside the head like this, too.

Something in him settles, even if only for a moment. He recalls the cadence of her speeches. How she never promised anything would be easy, not a single thing, but she made it sound worth doing anyway. ]

Okay, [ Carver agrees, a little distantly. He has no idea where to start. ]

[hallowing]

Don't okay me, dumbass. That's a 'yes sir' to you.

[ Sure, he'll lean into it. Why not? ]

[fortitudosalutis]

Yes, sir.

[ It's automatic. Thoughtless. Cy isn't a Reaper but certain lines just click into place. ]