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!]
out_of_time: Jack in combat gear (Jack attack.)

[personal profile] out_of_time 2011-11-11 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack's shotgun boomed through the swoop. He kept his aim steady as the fight rolled by beneath them, aiming and firing at whichever Spawn weren't too close to a potential ally. The creature that had been choking the raptor flopped onto its side. Another took half a dozen pellets in the leg, bounded to the side bellowing, and was stomped underfoot by a stone behemoth. Jack watched the other side of the fight as he and Jaime zoomed by. Not one of them took any hostile action towards the heroes.

He looked up at Blue Beetle. "They're friendlies!"
scarabsuited: (every arm is a bfg)

[personal profile] scarabsuited 2011-11-13 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm okay with it!" Jaime shouted back, a bit strained. If he unclenched his teeth for too long, he was liable to spew his guts. The crosshairs marking the dinos and giants flickered and vanished from his view, and Scarab redoubled efforts to target and take out the unfriendlies with greater vigor.

Surprisingly, it didn't take too long. He even did half a sweep back around to be sure.

"This block's clear! Where to, sir?"
out_of_time: Jack points his sidearm (Default)

[personal profile] out_of_time 2011-11-13 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack had never really appreciated it before, but seeing those blue bolts scour every hostile in sight out of existence drove it home: Blue Beetle was a flying artillery platform. He was amazed, but didn't let it show. Instead, he fed new shells into his shotgun. The friendly creatures below them were beginning to disperse and move on in search of new targets. Jack took a breath, then was ready to do the same.

"Scan for the next closest concentration of hostiles," he ordered. He looked up and around at the City under attack, the impossible, mind-hurting bulk of the Emissary looming in the distance, the darkened streets from which inhuman howls sounded. Happy Halloween. "This night's not over yet."