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Entry tags:
- !game npc,
- jack bauer | man of the hour,
- julian keller | hellion,
- kanaya maryam | sylph of space,
- kurt wagner | nightcrawler,
- sanji | mr. prince,
- † !—dropped characters—! †,
- † andromeda tonks | muggle lover,
- † flint marko | sandman,
- † floyd lawton | deadshot,
- † garrus vakarian | the archangel,
- † ginny weasley | n/a,
- † jaime reyes | blue beetle,
- † joel weinberg | houston,
- † kyo kusanagi | n/a,
- † laura kinney | x-23,
- † maggie mui | paper sister,
- † n/a | monster in the darkness,
- † nymphadora tonks | badger,
- † olivia dunham | n/a,
- † severus snape | the potion master,
- † stephanie brown | batgirl,
- † tali'zorah vas normandy | the machinis,
- † ted kord | blue beetle ii,
- † terezi pyrope | seer of mind,
- † the (11th) doctor | oncoming storm,
- † tim drake | red robin,
- † urdnot grunt | the savage,
- † wesley wyndam-pryce | watcher,
- † yuma tsukumo | unicorn king,
- † zatanna zatara | zatanna,
- † zevran arainai | insert innuendo here
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!]
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!]
[OPEN]
It hadn't really occurred to her to do so until she was packing up her things and put the sleek black watch with Megamind's trademark lightening bolt on, not wanting to lose it in the shuffle-- and when she adjusted it, she felt the whole world go quiet for the first time in days.
It wasn't his watch. It was hers. The thing she'd asked him for. That he said he'd make for her -- to keep her mind quiet.
Finally, she could think clearly without anyone else's fear or pain or confusion in her mind. Finally, it was just her. In that moment, she realized she couldn't run either. She wouldn't abandon her city, and those that were fighting in it. She sure as hell wasn't going to be run out now.
So from a distant roof top, far as she could manage from the fighting and still be able to get an eye of it, she stood with a few brainbots floating about her... while others were out in the city, getting what she'd needed to tell the world about what happened today -- about the horrors that unfolded, the people who stood; those who would rise, and those who would fall.
Nobody would forget that the imPorts didn't move. That they stood with the City.
Roxanne Ritchi would make sure of it.
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But the main thing that might've put Roxanne off is the sight of her hands, mouth, and neck, blackened with blood from the work behind her. Didn't exactly match the little fairy wings she had strapped on her back.
"Miss Ritchie, I'd highly recommend evacuation at this point."
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WHOA.
That was a hell of a difference from the demure young lady she met at the party. The brainbots bowg bowg at her, as if curious to whether or not they should anything.
"What in the -- are you okay?" she asks, looking at the girl with wide, bewildered eyes.
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She pulls out a handkerchief from her jacket and wipes off her mouth a little. She really hates how terribly messy these things tend to be.
"I can't guarantee it will be safe for you here for an extended period of time, or really for even very shortly now." She looks back at the horde as it moves closer, then turns back to Roxanne. "You really should be going."
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"I-- I will take your word for it," she finally managed, keeping her voice steady. But then she looks toward the fight in the distance. "The brainbots are recording; People will need to know what happened here. Do you understand? I can only go so far, and relay commands to them. Let me give some return home commands, and a location, so they know where to fall back for."
She wished she could have set up live relay-- but ultimately had been glad she couldn't. All she needed was to broadcast the frothing insanity lives and destroy some small minds on the internet.
Beckoning the Brainbot over, she gives it instructions to relay to the others - how to record, where to fall back to, and so forth; it bowg bowgs in reply, before it zips off.
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She waves a hand in the air, eastward, and when she closes her hand it's over the faintest trace of a glowing black string. Pulling on it with a slight twist, a gate opened like a snapshot of the events from the other side of the Hudson, from some harbor all the way out in Queens. She gestured to the portal with her free hand.
"I would feel much better if you assumed a safer vantage point. We can only delay this advance for so long!"
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She looks back over the skyline, pointing futher from the fight. "Take me to one of the buildings near Central Park -- not too close, but then I can stay. If it gets too close, you'll know where I am to come and get me. Alright?"
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"I still need to stay on the island. Take me beyond the Park, but -- don't take me off it. Let me do my job, Kanaya. I can't fight, but I can at least get this story-- so that when people turn around and blame an imPort, they'll see who stayed behind to fight that thing!"
People like Kanaya herself. People who could fight--covered in gore, but all the same...
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Roxanne, despite her greater aptitude for getting hurt in a situation like this, was still an adult, and Kanaya never felt fully comfortable trying to command someone so much older. And so, the fussing gave way to compliance.
She found a thread pointed North, and reeled in a new portal around the location Roxanne suggested. "Should you be met with trouble, I would hope you'll be capable of finding someone in a position to assist you. I will do my best to maintain some degree of availability." Which means she's going to be worrying about the reporter throughout the remainder of this battle.
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Thankfully, the brainbots don't have any minds to lose down there.
She grabbed her things, and her one last brainbot, and went through the portal.
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And as Roxanne went through, she took note of the thread connected to her, so she could find it later if necessary. Then, releasing the one anchoring her gate in place, watched as it slipped back to its actual location before leaping back to the fray, back to the duties laid before her.
hurp after Kanaya and stuff
When he spotted an acquaintance outside all of the mess on his way back into it, he had to give pause. With the noise that always announced his arrival, he appeared some paces away.
"It's dangerous here, Ms. Ritchi."
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She broke into her bag, with her gear, pulling out a water bottle and extending it. "Here."
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The bottle, he took with his tail, popping down into a croutch. If he'd been so plainly called out, there was no point in denying anything. Aside, conversation might work to compel her from harm's way. "Danke. I appreciate it."
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She watched the chaos from afar, she asked, "How bad is it? Kanaya moved me up here on protest-- I'm just wondering if it's getting... well, worse down there."
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"Difficult to say. I am trying to do more evacuating than fighting, but the horde is quite numerous. It cannot be helped. It is... It is difficult to know where they are coming from, impossible to know how many they are, and that is to not mention the monstrosity. It does not bode well. Not that it ever did."
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It's been a long time since she read those, though-- otherwise she's pretty sure that this would, honestly, be worse... if it weren't here.
"Or maybe he's an imPort and this is his power. Who knows?"
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Further, despite being a fellow who's read well enough, he knows next to nothing about Lovecraft or cultist writings or general things of that nature. The horrific joke of it all, if it can be called that, is completely lost on him.
"It must be stopped, whatever it is. Hopefully, it will be. Otherwise..." Well, he's not sure what otherwise.
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God only knows what it wants, though; Roxanne sure doesn't.
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Evacuations, yes. This, he would stick to. He couldn't do enough damage at once to be of much use, and the teleportation, limited as it was, was more suited to the job of quick getaways.
Which sort of reminds him... "Are you sure you should be so near to all of this, Ms. Ritchi?"
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But then she lets the camera drop again and says, "Someone has to get the story."