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DRAIN YOU OF YOUR SANITY

WHO: The Emissary and co. versus everybody
WHERE: Off the coast of Battery Park and throughout the City
WHEN: Just before midnight October 31st (technically November 1st)
WARNINGS: Violence and frightening imagery
SUMMARY: Drawn by Illidan’s magic, a demon from beyond reality has come forth to help the Betrayer doom the world. The battle that saves or destroys everything has begun. Happy Halloween, Cityverse!
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, whatever works after.

It came.

The Moon of midnight on All Hallow’s Eve shone wetly on the waters of the City’s Harbour. From beneath the surface a rumbling could be heard, as though emanating far, far below, within abyssal depths and ancient fathoms that could not possibly be there. First there was a ripple, then a wave, then the creature began to arise from the waters. It slid upwards and upwards, rising smoothly and continuously out of the ocean like a living edifice, a vast Thing ancient and immovable, a walking island sunken no longer. The head then the shoulders then the wings then the misshapen body came forth, yet still more of Its bulk remained beneath the waters, with slow thighs beginning to move It towards the City. All around it the sky and the ocean seemed to darken with an almost positive quality, as though jet-black ink was spilling into the universe itself. The Emissary had come.

Water flowed off Its body in torrents, mixing with drool and ichor. An unending series of sickly slopping and slobbering noises came from the twitching forest of tentacles around Its mouth, the product of a ravening hunger. The ocean heaved immensely around the Titan form, waves thrashing from the power of Its body. How to describe such a thing? How to even conceive of such horror, outside of madness or nightmare? That immense octopus head crowning the terrible body, those dragon-bat wings sprouting from Its back, those rubbery, sea-green scales, the mingled and loathsome aspects of the reptile, the mollusc- and the human! For it was on two feet that It moved, and with two arms did the Emissary reach out toward the morsels It slavered for.

An aura of panic and despair announced It, greater than any herald’s trumpet. Merely to look upon that incomprehensible shape and its alien geometry was to gamble with one’s sanity. Its very presence emanated a sense of immeasurable insignificance and absence of meaning, as though all the Earth was plankton in the presence of a whale. It moved with a shambling, unwholesome motion that had nothing to do with clumsiness, gathering speed. A mountain walked or stumbled! Toward the City, toward the Well. Toward the end of the world.

[ooc: goddamndoomchat is open on AIM if anyone's interested! There are some people fighting the Emissary who have not been slotted into threads yet; we will work those out as we go along! The raid against Illidan in Central Park will be posted by Jill later. Have fun everybody!]

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[ in a fight like this, hopelessly outnumbered by a swarm of enemies, kanaya had a few things going for her. one her own, she wasn't a poor fighter, she had her fists, her fangs, her chainsaw, so when met face-to-face with an enemy of this caliber, she had everything she needed to dispatch it quickly. in facing more than one, her speed and portals also helped, allowing her to misdirect and redirection the flow of the battle. most importantly, perhaps, she had a lack of concern for personal harm to give her enough of a morale boost to throw herself against so many foes without so much as a flinch. too many others to under that threat today.

and so she'd hop from demonspawn to demonspawn, ripping through them as she could, and generally making a mess of her new Official Team Space jacket, and the little fairy wings she wore with it. someone let a small girl on the front line, and she was doing her damnedest to slow the advance, but there were just too many of them ]

[ In between turns of clearing people out of the City, Kurt's taking moments to clear up the clusters of oncoming creatures from below, as well. He's made the decision to go into all of this armed; blades make for much quicker work than do fists and feet. He supposes he can reflect upon the violence and moral implications later. For now, he just take the things at face value, unholy and deadly, and works with that.

He'd spotted the girls struggle, presently, and teleports directly into the fray. It's messy. It's sad to see. They will dismiss this wave and she will be sent on her way; he is newly determined of that. He tells her so much, even as he slashes upward on the first creature to approach. ]

You should not be here, Miss Maryam.

[ kanaya makes a leap onto the back of one creature and grips it across its rather large head. she plants her feet to get a better balance and twists as hard as she can until it finally crumples to the ground following the satisfying snap.

hopping from that one to her next target, her chainsaw appears in her hand to help make quick work of it. ]

I highly disagree, Mr. Wagner. There is perhaps no more fitting place for me to be located at present. You, however, stand a far greater chance of being harmed in this, and that would be undesirable.

[ Kurt visibly flinches at the snap of the creature's neck breaking. It's a sound associated with a terrible memory. It almost frightens him to hear it, every time.

The sudden appearance of the chainsaw, horrific business... Just another thing he won't bother worrying about right now. He's a bit busy weaving around the monsters, attempting quick and deadly blows while he attempts to negotiate the girl from the situation. ]

I do not fear harm. I estimate that you do not, either. Still-- [ Hold on, sorry. He dispatches another and it takes a moment of his concentration. ] You are very young. The general consensus is that young people should not be exposed to such things.

[ she shreds through one of the monsters as she lands, slicing it nearly in half. another one charges at her, but she whips her hands around to pull the threads she needs, and opens a portal in front of it that redirects its charge into another spawn ]

Were that the case, I'm afraid you're some sweeps late, particularly considering the months I experienced prior to my arrival here in the City. I am no stranger to "such things" as it is, and am in a unique position to handle them that few others are similarly granted.

It is therefore my duty to be here rather than elsewhere. If I am not, than innocents will come to harm, and that I find unacceptable.

I am no stranger to such lines of thought. [ Slash, slash, flip, jab. The fighting and banter combo is almost comforting. Now if he could only word his counter-argument in a way that would be convincing. ] However... Given any foul circumstance, it is not fair to make soldiers of children. I do not want to undermine your talents nor your noble thoughts, but I really must put my foot down.

[ This punctuated by a hard kick to his opponent of the moment. The thing lurches oddly, but doesn't fall, and Kurt curses under his breath. The horde members seem fairly squishy. Landing a hit that impacts is difficult work.

He opens his mouth to continue speaking, but the thing is upright again and not moving immediately forward, pausing in it path, mouth open... There's the briefest pause as he's unsure whether to follow through with an attack, simply move, or teleport out of the way altogether.

Teleport, he thinks, run it through the skull and stay above them all for a moment. Christ above, what a thing... And, as he thinks it, move, it happens. Even before the world blinks away, the creature is coughing up something undoubtedly vile. ]

[ kanaya's fought even of these things that she recognizes what that maneuver forecasts, and she likes mr. wagner well enough that she'd prefer he not be hit by it. and so, she quickly pulls a portal open and leaps between kurt and the beast, pulling at its mouth-tentacles in an attempt to keep them closed and to force its head to the left. she lets out a scream as she forces it further to the left than it was meant to go.

she falls to her knees panting as she looks down at her hands, gnarled, torn, and burnt to such a degree one could almost have trouble recognizing what they were. she's glowing like a giant light bulb at this point, but she can't manage to slow her breathing or make the pain stop. really, when she thinks about it, trying to control her glow should be the least of her worries at the moment. ]

[ Reappearing above the creature, it takes a second to realize what's happening below. Once the realization hits, Kurt is struck with horror at the fact, rage for the monster. He cries out and kills the thing as intended, albeit with more violence than originally planned.

Then he does what he should have done in the first place, curse him for a fool, and he grabs up the girl and teleports away. Somebody else can slow the advance for a moment. They're now atop the nearest building, knee-jerk point of safety. ]

Gott im Himmel, mein Kind! Sie sollten nicht-- Ach! Are you mad?! Are you... I will not ask if you are all right. You are going to a doctor.

[she is in a lot of pain right now and trying not to go into shock, so the last thing she needs is to fuss at someone for fussing over her, but kurt just cut her off from her best chance at healing, and that is enough to get her freaking out ] No! You have no conception of what it is you're-- [ but she's cut off by the BAMF.

on top of the building, she breaks free with a surprising strength and hesitates at the ledge, what's left of her fingers being unable to grasp the threads to open a portal below. she turned before fully absconding, shouting back at him: ] I have no need of a medical professional!

[ and with that she dove off the roof, slowing her fall by hopping between facades and sliding as she could. it would be much easier if she had use of her hands, but she'd just have to make do. it wasn't her choice to travel to the top of the roof and away from the easiest prey.

as she leaps back into the fray, she finds herself to her disappointment that she wouldn't simply be able to pick off any of the corpses she'd already left, leaving her the more difficult necessity to single out a live one.

which means getting a better grip, which means scraping raw flesh and exposed bone against the monster's hide. nonetheless, it helps keep her steady enough that she can sink her teeth into the thing's rubbery and slick neck. the flavor of their bilious blood is perhaps the worst she's ever had to endure, but it's only a moment of drinking it before her hands begin bubbling and bleeding as the regrowth process begins.

the monster isn't so lucky, its wild bucking and attempts to get this young alien vampire off its back are largely unsuccessful, and eventually it succumbs to the bloodloss and stumbles to the ground. ]

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