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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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This couldn't have come at a better time. Grunt might not have followed Garrus' orders absolutely, but for the most part he'd stayed in his quarters, and kept out of conflict. He hadn't attracted unnecessary attention. It was boring.
This was his element, and as much as he might have disliked turians, Garrus was a rare exemption. He could work well with Vakarian, and when he took his shots, Grunt moved out from his cover, firing concussive shots and occasionally headbutting a spawn.
"Apocolypse? Heh this is pest control, Vakarian."
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The car lurched to the left, tilted, overbalanced, and rolled end-over-end into the front of a hardware store with Jack tumbling along in the driver's seat like a piece of laundry on one hell of a spin cycle. The car screamed to a halt with dents in its body, cracks in its windows, and glass from the broken storefront falling onto its still-spinning wheels. Desperately fighting back nausea, Jack managed to crawl out the driver's side window and scramble into the store seconds before the Spawn roared and pounced on the car again.
As he crouched in the shadows beside a tool shelf, Jack saw the hulking creature biting into a tire until it burst. He knew the car wouldn't hold its attention for long, and there were more Spawn converging on the store besides. All he had was his phone, his sidearm, and his police radio, and he put out a call on the latter to whichever police units might be in the area, requesting assistance at his location.
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He had to leave his cover for it, but that's what the (awkward, but endurable) side warm was for. "Get rid of the toys, we've got something bigger and a man down!"
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"Get moving!" He shouts as he starts firing incendiary rounds, flames spreading from one spawn to the next as he covers Garrus, following behind.
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Plopping wet footsteps told him that at least one Spawn was already in the store. Trying not to breathe, he sat with his back pressed up against a shelf and thought fast. It already had his scent, he could tell by how it was coming slowly but directly towards him. His sidearm couldn't put one of these things down. He'd have to improvise. Turning around, he saw his answer right before his eyes.
On the other side of a shelf, one of the smaller yet faster demons heard a sputtering, coughing sound, and interpreted the sudden noise to mean that its prey was about to make a run for it. It made its move, slipping and sliding on the store's linoleum as it ran clumsily around the corner towards where Jack was.
As it did, the sputtering became a full-throated grinding mechanical roar. The Spawn charged forward without looking to see what was making the noise, and immediately got a chainsaw in the face for its troubles. Jack yelled aloud and drove the whining power tool deeper into the soft, rubbery, boneless flesh of the thing's octopus-like head. A horrific stench rose into the air as wet, cold slime spattered onto the floor alongside shreds of skin. The Spawn gurgled and fell backwards, its head unrecognizable and its body still.
Jack decided he liked this chainsaw. He kept it whirring as he moved to the front of the store to meet up with his reinforcements.
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The sound of some sort of melee device started to echo through her suit as she approached the store; she had to stop to spin around and pump a stunned Spawn with several rounds from her shotgun. When it still didn't go down, she frowned -- and let her drone electrocute its jiggly body a few more times before it finally fell to the ground.
She turned toward the front of the store again and looked around for Garrus and Grunt -- according to the signals from their communicators, they weren't far behind her.
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He's happy to see Tali, however, nearer to Jack then they are. "On our way!" he calls to her, "how's things looking where you are?"
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It wasn't the best fight he'd been in, but there was something rewarding about charging through a group of enemies, tearing them apart with point blank shots or his bare hands.
"There are still more in the store," He says simply, nodding to Tali in acknowledgment, but that's it. He hears the whirring of machinery in the building, and he's going to find out what it is... Hopefully and enemy. Garrus did say there would be better ones here.
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He saw Grunt and inferred that despite his fearsome appearance he was one of Garrus' allies. Jack could tell this by how many dismembered monsters surrounded Grunt's path toward the store. He made a decision, improvising with the knowledge that there were only seconds before the demons in the store became the demons outside the store.
"Jack Bauer, C.P.D," he said, before turning off the chainsaw and holding it out to Grunt. "I need you to take this and cover me while I get something from my car, right now. There's no time."
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"And that's Grunt," she said, nodding to the krogan shortly before firing off a few rounds from her shotgun into the nearest advancing creature. "You're right -- we're running out of time. I'll have Daemon cover you as well, in case anything gets too close." And sure enough, the little purple orb bobbed up next to Jack's side, glowing faintly. Not wanting to keep herself exposed, she pressed up against the solid wall of the building and started to fiddle with her omni-tool. Maybe she could get something useful out of the security systems in the store. Hm. Overloading the circuits would start a fire, and that was probably not the best plan.
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Then he realized just what Jack had put in Grunt's hands.
"This is going to get interesting very quickly, isn't it?" A pause. "Also, even more like a horror flick."
Who gives a Krogan a chainsaw? Really. Garrus just hopes it stays as dangerous as it runs out of gas... but in Grunt's hands, anything would stay dangerous!
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And sure enough, the krogan's gaze pretty much focuses only on the weapon in his hands and the way the teeth on it start to move menacingly as he starts it up again. It was going to be a bloody instrument, one that would take a lot of uptake so that it didn't jam up, but the efficiency and brutality of it were all that Grunt could have ever asked for, and before anyone could say anything, he turns out of the aisle, severing the tentacled arm of one of the creatures before shredding through his chest cavity.
The look on Grunt's face should have said it all, but he's practically a kid in a candy store at this point. "Vakarian, Tali, I like this guy!"
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It was silver-and-blue and futuristic-looking. After being modified by Ted Kord following its 'acquisition' in Greenland, there was almost no analysis on Earth that could link the former Vulcanus plasma shooter to its previous owners. It was high-tech, efficient, reliable, not very subtle, and capable of melting steel.
He called it Chloe.
"Stand clear!" He yelled, turned around, took aim at the first hostile he saw, and fired. There was a bolt of blue light and a zapping noise, and then the demonspawn exploded into scorched, slimy gibs.
Field test successful. Jack hoisted the plasma gun.
"All right, let's clear this area!"