http://fakethulhu.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] fakethulhu.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2011-10-29 06:25 pm

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!]
shotyoudeadbang: (scratching head)

[personal profile] shotyoudeadbang 2011-11-05 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Relative to yourself? ... doesn't that mean you can send yourself back in time, at least? Then you can find me and tell me to leave town instead."

Of course, this kid's not gonna do it. Probably has some 'preserve the timestream' holier-than-thou crap to spout about it, too. So he gets back to steadying his gun to get ready to explode some more heads.
a_relative_hero: (Look Back)

[personal profile] a_relative_hero 2011-11-05 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"I wish," Houston replied. "Tried already and it didn't work. It just lets me simulate super speed but I can't do all the stuff the Flash can," he explained, watching the sky a moment to make sure nothing came swooping down at them. "How many of these things are there..."
shotyoudeadbang: (scope eye)

[personal profile] shotyoudeadbang 2011-11-07 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like you need to sit down with the Old Flash, the one with the colander on his head, to get him to teach you some zen speed tricks or whatever."

Gunshot. Two more. Followed quickly by goo splatter on the street below.

"It's the end of the world, kid. Probably more of these than we'll ever count."
a_relative_hero: (Gather Courage)

[personal profile] a_relative_hero 2011-11-07 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"From the Justice Society?" Houston blinked. "That would be great but he's not here and I don't have powers back home."

He watched the gun get fired, quickly looking away from the splatter. He'd be sick enough later without seeing that.

"Great. Then I guess we just keep fighting them until we win."
shotyoudeadbang: (headset)

[personal profile] shotyoudeadbang 2011-11-07 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
His head lifts up again at that, to look at the kid.

"You're tellin' me this Porter thing is also yankin' random yahoos off the street to drop here, too? I figured it was at least tryin' to stick to people in the game."
a_relative_hero: (Embarrassed)

[personal profile] a_relative_hero 2011-11-08 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
"I was in the game, I just didn't have powers back home. Not everyone does," Houston frowned. "But the Porter does grab random people too."
shotyoudeadbang: (aiming)

[personal profile] shotyoudeadbang 2011-11-09 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Damn porter gets worse every day."

Another peppering of shots, and another one falls out of the sky. Nice tag, if he does think so himself.

"So what, you were tryin' to be Batman? Or you have some kinda fancy suit that did tricks?"

a_relative_hero: (Run)

[personal profile] a_relative_hero 2011-11-09 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"It gets worse than that too."

He blurs out of sight a moment, knocking a few creatures off the side of the building as they start climbing. He nods once he comes to a stop back on the roof.

"Yeah...Batman. Was part of a team of people who had powers though."
shotyoudeadbang: (raining bullets)

[personal profile] shotyoudeadbang 2011-11-11 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
Kid's good at cover, at least.

"Any team I mighta heard of?"

KRAKKK KRAKKK! A couple more gooey explosions.
a_relative_hero: (Driving)

[personal profile] a_relative_hero 2011-11-11 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
"We didn't have a real name or anything. Not like we were the Titans or Young Justice. Just...the Weingbergs."

He looks around, scowling down the street. "We should get off this roof. More of the fliers are headed this way."
shotyoudeadbang: (scope target)

[personal profile] shotyoudeadbang 2011-11-13 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"That's kinda the point, Weingberg. Draw 'em this way so they don't go flyin' around to some poor sap's house and eat their kids or whatever."

His rifle shifts towards the closest ones, trying to target a shot that'll sear off one of its wings.

"You wanna get back on the pavement, be my guest. And pick a better team name while you're out there."
a_relative_hero: (Run)

[personal profile] a_relative_hero 2011-11-13 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"The only problem with that being that there are enough of them to do both," Houston replied, giving the base of a building another quick sweep before returning to the roof.

"And the team name is a moot point. I'm the only one that still does the hero thing anyway," he adds. "I'm going to get going. I'll check back if you need any more help."
shotyoudeadbang: (dark shooting)

[personal profile] shotyoudeadbang 2011-11-13 09:36 am (UTC)(link)
"You do that."

Then, after a beat and a gunshot.

"Hey. Thanks for the hand."

Which is as polite as he ever gets.
a_relative_hero: (Run)

[personal profile] a_relative_hero 2011-11-13 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't worry about it," Houston replied. That thanks was more than he expected to get. He lingered for just a moment longer before blurring out of sight and heading off in search of anyone else that needed rescue.