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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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"Nah, made this way. Nice, huh? Comes in use when all hell breaks loose."
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"You think that's enough power to take on that big bastard?" he asks, pointing towards the hulking behemoth master of all these creatures looming in the distance.
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"Th- That ain't my problem."
He regains his composure quickly and looks away, quickly. He catches sight of an incoming spawn and flows upwards, making his hands into maces.
"I think we got enough of one with these things."
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"Yeah. I'm leavin' that thing to Big Blue and whatever Justice League chumps he can wrangle."
A spin backwards as one of the flyers swoops down to get a face-full of bullets.
"And whoever's pullin' this crap owes me at least a hundred grand in ammo."
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He smashes the pre-prepared creature with his maces, sending out spikes to pierce it through. Despite it all, he grins. It feels good to let it all loose. Before it can recover, he changes the maces to hammers, smashing the thing into a pulp.
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"You need an apartment? Can't you just live on the beach or something?"
Finally, a quick move to grab a lamp post and swing out of the monster's crash path...
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Shifting faster now, he makes long, thin tentacles. He attempts to spear the flyer as it passes by, but it's too fast.
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His arms jut out and he tries to lead the damn thing a bit so it'll fly right into a hail of bullets. It does manage to flip the thing over for a bit, maybe slowing it down enough so Sandy can do whatever the hell he's doing.
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He spreads out his tentacles in front of the thing this time, catching it. He pulls it in, using the momentum to slam it into the ground.
"And no, I don't need to eat, thanks for reminding me."
The spawn was struggling, but if he released it it'd just fly away again. He hits it against the pavement again.
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"Not eating is a good thing. You don't ever have to suffer through a truck stop john. And what's wrong with a beach? You'd be with 'your people' or whatever. Live in a big sand castle or somethin'. You'd be a king, right?"
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Flint decides to take the blunt approach, and just starts repeatedly banging the thing against the pavement.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm made of sand. I got it. Can't a guy have a superpower without their whole life bein' about it?"
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"Most guys tend to get a superpower because they're obsessed with whatever their power's about. Hence all the costumes and showy pageant shit. Figured you'd be obsessed with sand... makin' glass out of it, or paper or whatever."
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"Huh, never thought of glass before."
He resumes, before finally tossing it aside.
"Man, half the time the costumes are the powers where I'm from. Wouldn't be surprised if Spidey got his powers from his suit."
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"All the more reason to be obsessed with whatever powers you're gettin', if you have to build a whole suit around it to get 'em. I mean, I like guns, so I built a rig so I can shoot guns from my wrists while still holding more guns in my hands. Works out pretty well."
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Flint instinctively looked towards where Floyd was firing.
"You tryin' to attract more of these things?!"
Jeeze, did this guy like fighting or what? Flint was starting to feel like this night would never end. He spreads out some tentacles all over the place while he can, to go over the ground and pick up all the bits of sand he lost in the previous fights. Normally he wouldn't bother, but he had a feeling he'd need all the sand he could get.
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He pulls a long-range rifle off of his back to take advantage of the distance before the thing gets close enough to do damage. The shots fired do some impressive popping of the thing's face, but it still lumbers closer... albeit slowed.
"I figure we can handle 'em, and what the hell, probably a good thing to kill these things before they start eatin' kids or somethin'."
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"Y'think there's still kids around?"
He whips up some giant fists and tenses himself for the oncoming monster and glances around, almost as if he expected some five year old under Deadshot's bus.
"Eh, better be safe then sorry."
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"There's always gonna be stragglers. And sure as shit, these are the kinda monsters that'll root 'em out."
More gunfire, planned with intricate ricochet patterns to push the thing over towards Sandy's waiting fists.
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Almost there...
"Let's deal with these nasties."
And Deadshot's gunfire successfully lured it. Sandman goes all out in a single double strike, slamming down on the thing as hard as he can.
"Hah! We do good together, don't we?"
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"But we get out of this mess alive, first beer's on me."
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"Don't drink beer, remember? Just buy yourself another round."