DRAIN YOU OF YOUR SANITY

[fakethulhu.livejournal.com]

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!]

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[fakethulhu.livejournal.com]

Annoyances. Something wretched and jellylike within the Emissary's hand was scorched by Carol's second energy blast. The terrible grip around Iron Man spasmed like the twitching of a fresh corpse, just long enough for him to possibly break free.

The injury also distracted the beast from Hellboy, Its other potential meal. Instead of stuffing the other demon into Its mouth, the creature lifted him over Its head, frighteningly close to that looming face and swollen, bulging octopus-skull. Almost as an afterthought, it raised one of Its massive clawed feet up out of the water. The Atlantic dripped off Its claws onto Kuwabara as the Emissary lowered the foot towards him, aiming to crush him like the ant-sized obstacle he was.

Carol was now the main target of Its ire. As her blasts slammed into Its face, It sucked in great heaves of air before spreading its mouth-tendrils wide and roaring at her like the cry of the Leviathan. The effect can scarcely be described. The vast onrushing of air coming from within Its body hit like a wind tunnel, or even a sonic boom. That air was foul to the point of toxicity, tainted by passage through the Emissary's unholy form. Worst of all was the mingled water and ichor that was blasted out of its mouth by the roar, gallons of ocean mixed with vile greenish poisons beyond the knowledge of human medicine.

[liverletdie]

The pressure on the suit decreased, and he went for it, his boots hitting a heatless blast of power, and he was up and out. "Thanks!" he managed at Carol, sensors running into overdrive while he flew higher. He needed to get out of it's range, but he was hit back from the breath, adjusting his own jets to hit a sonic boom of their own in response, before he threw caution to the wind. Time for one of his favorite protocols.

'Fuck it, fire everything', was the mental command. And out went about every weapon an Iron Man could actually hold in such a small suit.

[inhisrighthand.livejournal.com]

"Jeez!" At least he wasn't alone in fighting this thing, since it looked like the wrath of God was being unleashed by the robot or whatever the hell it was flying nearby. Hellboy didn't have anything so flashy, but the ol' one-two with his right hand had yet to fail him in these kinds of situations.

"Have a taste of this!" As the tentacle brought him close to the face, he wiggled his arm free and proceeded the put as much force as he could into a haymaker.

[bests]

Carol moved when It opened Its mouth, but she wasn't fast enough to avoid the acrid air that slammed into her and made her choke with the stench of it. The water and slime that followed pushed her back until she slammed into the ground a ways from the battle, unconscious and looking a little green around the gills. Also wet and slimy. Eugh.

That was going to be a pain to wash out of her hair and costume once she woke up.

[stfurameshi.livejournal.com]

Again, Kuwabara let out a string of curses and more or less ran for it, trying to get out from under the enormous foot-fall. Even if the step itself missed him, however, it kicked up a gust and disturbed the sand. A narrow escape was only escaping for the time being, and that possibility hit him hard. He saw the blonde woman tumble from the sky, heard weapon-fire... He needed more. He needed that greater force.

It didn't appear right away, though, he pushed forward, energy through palm, to try and find it and it sparked and failed. Plan B was to scramble to his feet and run again. Not away, never away, just... He didn't really want to be stepped on.

He tried again, seized by another wave of panic, trying to remember all there was to lose, and the Dimensional Blade appeared obediently this time. It wielded a little cry of "Hell yeah!," and he turned sharp and clumsily to slash up into the air at the monster. It was probably still the equivalent of bringing a knife to a gun fight, but he could at least feel a little better about his chances.

[fakethulhu.livejournal.com]

One down, three to go. Yet before the Emissary could roar in triumph at Carol's fall it rocked backwards, partly because It had just gotten a dimension-slicing thorn deep in the sole of Its foot courtesy of Kuwabara, partly because the Right Hand of Doom had just smashed a pulped, quivering, jellylike dent in Its face, and partly because Iron Man was unloading Armageddon into Its body.

Waves foamed around Its legs as It took a step backwards into the ocean. As It did, the hand around Hellboy released him- accepting for the moment that this lesser red demon was not going to be an easy meal, the Emissary simply let him fall.

One last barrage of energy blasts, missiles, and other Iron Man ordnance rippled a series of explosions across Its torso. The Emissary was still for a second then, steam hissing from Its body, vile green and yellow fluids from Its wounds tainting the ocean around It. For a moment, It was stopped.

Then the slobbering began again, and the creature took a great bounding step out of the water and onto the land of the City. Water dripped off Its body and showered the shore beneath It as the Emissary continued striding forward away from the ocean.