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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!]
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Now, the three of them had stopped on a likely looking street, and Jack raced out of the car with a laugh.
"Hey, ugly!" He shouted at a creature that was midway through taking down an apartment building, and fired a few shots off in its general direction. "C'mere and pick on someone that's armed, why don't you?"
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And Ianto. With battle looming, he kept conversation light, but he couldn't entirely disguise the suspicion in his eyes that came with the occasional glance toward Ianto.
So he was grateful when Jack finally stopped the car and headed out to fight. Zevran followed, pulling out the dragonbone sword and dagger. "Ah, Jack. Such a charming way with words you have. Do you suppose it will care, hmm? I think it is sadly blind to your considerable charms."
And then he was off, a swift and fluid whirlwind of lethality aimed at the demonic creature.
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He'd eyed the mini in disbelief when Jack had showed up in it, but refrained from any smart comments about size. Similarly, he bit his tongue when Zevran pulled out a sword that looked like it belonged in Dungeons and Dragons. All that mattered was that it was effective, and Zevran promptly proved he could use it. Fine.
Ianto, on the other hand, was packing plenty of heat and a few handy explosives. Dodging between anything he could use as cover, he let Jack and Zevran keep the thing's attention while he cautiously -- but quickly -- managed to creep around behind it. He wasn't optimistic enough to hope for a weak spot, but it was nonetheless a good tactic for inflicting maximum damage. Ianto aimed and fired in quick succession at what he was pretty sure was the thing's neck.
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"You, sweetheart, aren't half as cute as he was, though," he told the abomination with a laugh, skittering backwards. "Sorry to disappoint."
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As the thing Jack was engaging lunged at him, Zevran circled around behind it in the shadows, then melted back out of them to slice out at the thing with his sword. His laughter bubbled up. "How fun! Now this is more like home."
With violence and death around him, he was suddenly much more comfortable.
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"You may have been a bit harsh in your let-down, Jack," he called out with mock sympathy for the creature, "I think you hurt its feelings." Mentally, a part of him actually agreed with Zevran, much as it chafed him. This really was more what he was used to on a regular basis.
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Even so, the bullets hit their mark, and the hellspawn thing smacked Jack aside with a tentacle. He hit the pavement hard, taking the wind out of him just a bit.
"Oh, now that's just rude," Jack muttered, after taking a moment to recover. "I've never punched a guy for refusing a date."
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He dodged swiftly behind the demonspawn, a dagger flashing into his left hand so that he could try to bury it in the thing's back. But in doing so, he left no barrier between the creature and Jack.