#ca event thread

[m16november]

crocbandit

A crocodile? This was, interesting. November had encountered other walking and talking animals before, but right now just wasn’t the time. Survival was the best interest of the city, and he planned to carry that out, killing as many outworlders as possible. He was going to need a new pack of smokes soon he was running through them so fast. This creature though... it was easier to tell with humans what side they were on, not so much with animals. If they were an ally, that would be a great help. He could stall them with his girth, possibly use those jaws too. Right now, the creature did not seem occupied in fighting, instead he was.... scavenging? That was no help to anybody. November carefully uncapped another water bottle he was holding. Should only take two icicles to end it. One to the body to slow his attack and the second through the right eye. 

“State your name and your alliance. Quickly, if you want to keep your life.”

[mastersnowdrift]

Down For the Count (CA Event Closed | Peter Parker)

Snowdrift toppled over after the codes displayed on his head, twitching once and lying very still. His breathing was terribly weak.

SUBJECT: SNOWDRIFT, WAN.

SPECIES: PANDAREN

AGE: 66.

TIME IN HIVE CITY: ELEVEN MONTHS.

BEGIN ACCESS PROCEDURES.

CORRUPTION FOUND. CENTRAL MEMORY BANK.

PROCEDURE – SCRUB CONTAMINATED CLUSTERS.

Error 715-6. Corruption is too extensive for broad-sector sweep.

ISOLATE KEY CLUSTERS. RESUME SCRUBBING.

Error 715-80. Corruption has become generalized.

CONCENTRATE CORRUPT CLUSTERS TO SEGMENTS 515-2, 515-3, 515-4, 515-5.

Procedure success. Isolation of corrupted data has been accomplished.

Warning. External data detected.

EXTRAPOLATE SOURCE OF EXTERNAL DATA.

Unknown. Based on surface-level access, corrupted memory indicates a source known to subject.

ISOLATE RELEVANT CLUSTERS.

Warning. External data has infiltrated high-level processes.

BEGIN SYSTEM RESET.

What of external data?

SCRUB EXTERNAL DATA. AND SUBJECT.

The last thought Snowdrift had before the world in front of his eyes vanished was of a red-figure that he knew…but how?

Then the world went dark.

…

SHADO-PAN MONASTERY

His eyes snapped open.

“I believe I was talking with you about the security arrangements.” The voice of Taran Zhu was not a happy one. Snowdrift drew a long breath and bowed at once.

“You were, my lord. My apologies.”

“You’ve been through a lot.” Taran waved a hand. “Considering how many will be going with me, it makes sense to decrease the guard accordingly. The Zandalari force has had its back broken. You won’t have to worry about them.”

“I still don’t like the fact that so many were lost.” Snowdrift murmured quietly.

“You knew all of them.” Taran admitted quietly. “You shouldn’t be. More lives were lost than I’d hoped we’d lose.”

Snowdrift suddenly felt something…a tickle on his nostril. Taran stared at him as though Snowdrift’s nose had fallen off. “Is something the matter?” The Lord of the Shado-Pan asked him.

“No…it just felt like…” The next thing he felt was an inexplicable chill down his back. Taran’s stare grew more concerned. “Like someone just walked over my grave.”

“Hmmm.” Taran murmured. “Perhaps you should rest here.”

“Here, my lord?” Snowdrift asked, baffled.

The world shifted in an instant around Snowdrift. Taran smiled. “Yes, here. These are your quarters, aren’t they?”

“Well, yes, but…” Snowdrift looked about. Yes, these were his quarters. “How did we get here?”

“Simple. We began walking…we passed Lao-Chin on the way. And then we were here.” Taran shrugged.

Snowdrift held a hand to his head. “But…I don’t remember that…”

Then Taran held up a hand and his brow furrowed. “Ah. Perhaps you should rest another time…we have…a visitor.”

((interweb-slinger))

[mastersnowdrift]

Bad Moon On the Rise (CA Closed Event | Anjum)

There had been many times that Snowdrift traversed the harrowing, ever-dangerous streets of District Three. Of course, most of that was time he'd spent in District Gamma, and now...he was in a place that bore almost no resemblance to District Three. "Well...at least the place seems a tad nicer. Graveyards and all..." He muttered.

Getting here had been an adventure in and of itself. The place's apartment complex seemed like a ghastly relic from a bygone age...and considering how the rest of the district appeared to have been replaced by an endless expanse of cemetery grounds with only haphazard paths once you got past the gates, that was saying a great deal. But it was very much the sort of thing the scientists would engineer...clever minds had been at work. It was not a random sort of arrangement. It took a trained eye to notice the patterns of this place...faint though they were.

But Snowdrift was acquainted with dark, foreboding environments. Abandoned mogu halls scattered throughout ancient fortresses in Kun-Lai and elsewhere were far from the most...welcoming of places. The expanse of swaying trees wasn't off-putting. The colossal red moon, however, hung overhead, carrying if not exuding a sense of menace.

People are not welcome here. Snowdrift realized when he heard the faint swing of a gate that appeared to be attached to a single link of fence. The crunch of gravel from the left side of his position alerted him to the presence of another person...who he did not recognize.

"I can hear you plenty well." Snowdrift stated, the massive bladed staff over his back not at the ready position. If he needed to use it, he could...but it would be better to wait until the presence he detected was hostile or not, first. "If you do not mean me harm...then neither will I mean you harm." He concluded, folding both palms over each other.

[mastersnowdrift]

Dawn of the Sixth Day (CA Closed Event: Kevin Free)

Having endured the previous night's storm in the relative comfort of District Epsilon. which had become overrun with refugees, Snowdrift now prepared to head out for the new day. These were civilians, all of whom had been stunned when Snowdrift dragged in a dead polar bear (which had taken the huge Pandaren a solid hour to kill). He had then proceeded to create a campfire, cook the beast, and cut it up for them. He just hoped he hadn't given them any...ideas if desperation struck. Some of the individuals here were more gaunt than Snowdrift was comfortable with, and it was these that Snowdrift had encouraged to eat their fill.

He's not encountered anyone in this group that he had met before. None of these faces were familiar to him; they were, truly faces in the crowds. Except the crowd couldn't survive on the surface. They'd been forced here by the sheer cold. It was desperation that had also led Snowdrift here. He couldn't survive the surface conditions at night. The one time he had attempted to last through the night with a small fire at his side, an absolute zero warning had shocked him awake and he had just barely escaped into District Four. His life had almost come to a freezing end.

He hadn't waited to see what these civilians would do when they woke up. As soon as the sun began to rise and the clouds swept away fro a moment to reveal dazzling pink, Snowdrift was gone. Into the cold he went, his shoulder healed and his upper arms wrapped in thick scarves that he'd taken from a band of thugs two days previous. "Robbing the robbers...it has a certain irony." The big Pandaren muttered to himself as he strode down the street.

There were people about now. The temperature was slightly warmer (meaning that the more bold individuals could chance things), but the clouds would soon seal away the sunlight. Snow had already begun to fall in the distance. Grunting as he had to climb over a car that was not quite buried in the snow, Snowdrift used his keen eyes to survey the scene. There were tracks leading to a sidestreet...

Tracks of a human, running and pursued by a furred footprint...one of the gigantic sabertooth tigers, perhaps? Snowdrift at once followed the trails to their logical conclusion and made it to that street as quickly as he could. He then saw both the hunter...and the prey. The hunter in this case was a fully-grown tiger, about ten feet in length from tailtip to nose with prominent canines jutting down. It snarled as it regarded its prey, a male human of average build, neither muscular nor heavyset. And the man quite obviously did not want to end up the tiger's lunch, as he hefted a heavy knife of some sort.

Snowdrift at once sprinted into action, gathering his chi and stabilizing it. The tiger regarded the big Pandaren almost impassively...and then snapped at the man, who ducked away. The long teeth just missed him by inches. Snowdrift's katana was raised and he plunged it deep into the tiger's shoulder. With a baleful howl of rage, the sabertooth tiger swatted with its good paw, but Snowdrift was too canny and the blow missed as he whipped free the katana.

Snowdrift's finishing blow did not miss. The katana, guided upwards in a short thrusting motion, severed the tiger's throat and it dropped dead, flopping onto all fours in a most...undignified manner. Snowdrift now regarded the man whose life he had just saved. He seemed somehow familiar. Something about the eyes...something about days in this place long since gone. The big Pandaren held a hand to his jaw as he tried to place the man. "Your name is...Kevin, yes?" He finally asked.

[mastersnowdrift]

Something Tells Me You're Freezing (CA Closed Event: Peacock)

Something had indeed gone quite wrong. Snowdrift had gone to District Five for the day...only for the power to go out midway through the evening and cold to settle on the District. Perhaps the entire city was suffocated by it. Snow had begun to fall, great big fat flake that swirled through the air and soon built into dense piles that made walking difficult. Snowdrift was once again grateful for his natural fur coat, and for his thick undershirt under the warm uniform of the Shado-Pan. Conditions were oppressive, but he could endure.

But only a fool dared test the elements for long, and Snowdrift took shelter in a small convenience store. The owners gawked at the huge Pandaren, but they were shivering too much for Snowdrift to take them seriously. He had nothing to fear from them.

But the conditions soon changed quickly. Snowbanks seemed to have built almost instantly on the sides of the streets, and there seemed to be a shimmering at the end of this street.

Snowdrift suddenly saw gigantic forms emerge from the snow...and the unmistakable roar of a bear. Snowdrift's blood did not run cold at that sound; he was quite capable of issuing a similar noise himself if injured, but it put him on edge at once. The katana at his side came to his hand at once, the bright silver blade gleaming in the dim light of the evening. Not even the streetlights were functioning properly.

The huge Pandaren murmured a prayer to Xuen, the White Tiger, as chaos seemed to erupt at the end of the street. A great white bear seemed to appear out of nowhere just as Snowdrift emerged onto the street, and it swung a huge paw at him. The Pandaren whirled away hastily, met the creature's eyes, and saw cold malice reflected in those blue spheres. The bear roared with frustration, gathered its balance, and swung again. This time, Snowdrift met force with force. But the powerful, feral bear's claws swept even the hardened Pandaren to the side. Staggering, Snowdrift ducked a wild swing and then landed the first blow, a thrust that seemed to gore the white bear's right shoulder.

The bellow of the wounded beast was substantial, but Snowdrift ignored it, planning his next attack. It was at that moment that a second bear, larger than the first, charged through the falling snow and launched itself at Snowdrift. The Pandaren's eyes narrowed and he jumped away once again. "Well...this isn't how I planned on spending today." He muttered as he surveyed his two opponents: two huge bears, both of which were far larger than he was and neither of which was in a mood to talk to him. He became aware of a young woman near his position and asked, "I don't suppose you could help me-" Before he could finish speaking, the big Pandaren had to tuck himself into a roll and throw himself to the right as the second bear charged him once more. He succeeded...narrowly.