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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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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.
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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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[ Again, sudden actions surprise him, and there's another wave of panic as his watches her dive from the roof. Even in other worlds, full of people from even more other worlds, one's conceptions of how things work don't easily change. Young girls should not be made to fight monsters, if avoidable, they shouldn't have their hands burnt off, and they shouldn't dive from buildings.
All in all, it's turning out to be a dazzling attempt at forcing his own logic onto the situation. He's at something of a loss by the time she lands and immediately... What? Feeds upon one of the things?
The impulse is, again, to teleport in and assist. He recognizes a healing factor (or something like it) when he sees one, at least. The monsters will be held off to the best of his ability until she's finished this gruesome business, and then... ]
I still advise strongly that you see somebody! Or at least move out of this mess!
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That would be inadvisable.
If I were absent, someone else would need fight in my stead, someone unlikely to have my same capabilities with responding to harm. Perhaps even you.
[ hold on she's gotta tear this thing's throat out and it's impolite to talk with your mouth full ] For me to shirk my duties would result in another's suffering, or even death. I'm incapable of dying again, I can withstand the harm, it's better for that suffering to be inflicted on me.
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The area has been largely evacuated. There are more willing to fight and, I assure you, they are plenty capable. The absence of one will not determine the outcome here.
[ More slicing. He knows, still, that the argument is not very convincing. One cannot simply tell stubborn children that they'd rather not see them hurt, not when there was a good deal on the line. ]
Aside, I think your abilities might be put to better use in moving people around.
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[ she will absolutely not budge on this point. on the list of kanaya maryam's priorities, she isn't at the bottom because she didn't even make the cut. no topic could possibly be more irrelevant to her than self-preservation
she risks the strain on her hand to open a new portal, swinging on the thread to give her a good position to kick a monster behind kurt in the head ]
As for my dominion over Space, one might raise a similar question to you, Mr. Wagner. For myself, I have previously participated in the evacuation as one in my position could, but given the situation as it is, my duties here take priority until such a time as bystanders and spectators in the path of destruction should occur. I will by no means neglect them in such circumstances, but for the time being I'm where I'm most needed.
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Realization of the conversation's lost cause rings (a little bitterly) true to home. Again, he slices into the next monster with more gore resulting than is perhaps necessary, and he pulls the feet of another from under its body with his tail before running it through. He is an obsolete man with obsolete ideals. Silly him, of course, for thinking that even odd and powerful children from other worlds should not be subject to this.
And now there is... What? Compromise? Should that even be acceptable? ]
I have been evacuating those who remain, yes. I stopped here predominately out of concern for your well-being, but I see it is not completely warranted.
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[ it's okay kurt that is in fact exactly as fucked up as it sounds, but nothing will make fussyfangs here any fussier than when you fuss at her about it.
and with the test she'd made with the portal being successful, she feels confident enough to take her chainsaw back out and cut a bloody swath out of the approaching enemy ]