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capeandcowllogs2014-01-07 04:57 pm
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Entry tags:
- *open,
- alastair | hacker,
- danger | n/a,
- edward nygma | riddler,
- frank castle | the punisher,
- frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- gemma doyle | n/a,
- gilbert nightray | n/a,
- jenny quantum | eclipse,
- kanaya maryam | sylph of space,
- karen starr | power girl,
- karkat vantas | threshecutioner,
- kate kane | batwoman,
- kirei kotomine | the overseer,
- lillian crawley-jeffries | diamond lil,
- molly hooper | n/a,
- nill | n/a,
- peter parker | spider-man,
- renee montoya | n/a,
- rikku | machina maw,
- scathach | the shadow,
- steve | superhero steve,
- tony stark | iron man,
- valeria richards | n/a
of those blackholes & revelations
WHO: All imPorts.
WHERE: Atropos.
WHEN: January 7th to January 14th.
WARNINGS: Death and destruction.
SUMMARY: Atropos has risen in the night, and the inevitable has come: with her jaws she shears away the City from Earth and swallows it whole.
But the City is not yet dead.
FORMAT: Whatever you please.
The formless mass of metal haunting above, hovering like a lunar tombstone, begins to take shape. Asteroids plummet into the cheeks, the eyes, carving out bone structure. Her features howl with fury, with triumph, as she stares down below, savoring her conquest. A cavity opens. Metal swoops to form jagged, angry shears. Her teeth are born.
She waits as the world rotates, its spin more wobbly than it used to be.
And then she leans down to feast, her bite vampiric. She takes the City and then some, and all that it encompasses, so that every single imPort is captured. She takes the time to drink in any stragglers, any imPorts elusive to the City's thrall.
She holds the City on her tongue as she draws back her fist to punch the world.
And then teeth close to the shuddering, glass shattering vibration of a cosmic laugh. The jaws close, and there is no light for about an hour -- until Atropos begins to siphon solar energy from the sun into her veins. She is dissatisfied with its dying tint, or perhaps she cannot stand the redness of color, so once she injects this energy into her her body (her most intimate domain), she turns it bright yellow again. The universe within her is illuminated.
The City is a floating chunk of broken skyscrapers and puckered asphalt streets. The trauma of consumption has wrecked the usual infrastructure: buildings are half collapses, or skeletal, vehicles are flipped and strewn across the layout. Whatever vegetation that is still clinging onto life has rejoiced under the return of normal sunlight.
You can breathe. It isn't too hot, or too cold -- it's unusually pleasant, in fact. The sunshine veins that light your world are not overwhelming. There is no blue sky to complement the atmosphere, and whatever water still in the City will be constrained to the bottled kind found in shops.
But there are other floating pieces of worlds, and they might have water. Or food.
If you live in the City, your possessions should still be in the City. While about 76% of the natives have fled the City (which had gotten the brunt of focus over the past week), there are still some natives who were too sick, too sentimental or too stubborn to leave.
You'll find that your powers work normally, though you can't teleport within Atropos. You probably wouldn't want to teleport outside of her, anyway.
She swallows, and the City gentle glides down a slick throat. Dust and particles create stunning visuals, like the aurora borealis, except in warmer colors. Light reflects so easily from solar veins and starstrewn flesh.
While you can breathe easily, gravity is fickle. Physics is often defied. Atropos was never one to play by the rules.
WHERE: Atropos.
WHEN: January 7th to January 14th.
WARNINGS: Death and destruction.
SUMMARY: Atropos has risen in the night, and the inevitable has come: with her jaws she shears away the City from Earth and swallows it whole.
But the City is not yet dead.
FORMAT: Whatever you please.
The formless mass of metal haunting above, hovering like a lunar tombstone, begins to take shape. Asteroids plummet into the cheeks, the eyes, carving out bone structure. Her features howl with fury, with triumph, as she stares down below, savoring her conquest. A cavity opens. Metal swoops to form jagged, angry shears. Her teeth are born.
She waits as the world rotates, its spin more wobbly than it used to be.
And then she leans down to feast, her bite vampiric. She takes the City and then some, and all that it encompasses, so that every single imPort is captured. She takes the time to drink in any stragglers, any imPorts elusive to the City's thrall.
She holds the City on her tongue as she draws back her fist to punch the world.
And then teeth close to the shuddering, glass shattering vibration of a cosmic laugh. The jaws close, and there is no light for about an hour -- until Atropos begins to siphon solar energy from the sun into her veins. She is dissatisfied with its dying tint, or perhaps she cannot stand the redness of color, so once she injects this energy into her her body (her most intimate domain), she turns it bright yellow again. The universe within her is illuminated.
The City is a floating chunk of broken skyscrapers and puckered asphalt streets. The trauma of consumption has wrecked the usual infrastructure: buildings are half collapses, or skeletal, vehicles are flipped and strewn across the layout. Whatever vegetation that is still clinging onto life has rejoiced under the return of normal sunlight.
You can breathe. It isn't too hot, or too cold -- it's unusually pleasant, in fact. The sunshine veins that light your world are not overwhelming. There is no blue sky to complement the atmosphere, and whatever water still in the City will be constrained to the bottled kind found in shops.
But there are other floating pieces of worlds, and they might have water. Or food.
If you live in the City, your possessions should still be in the City. While about 76% of the natives have fled the City (which had gotten the brunt of focus over the past week), there are still some natives who were too sick, too sentimental or too stubborn to leave.
You'll find that your powers work normally, though you can't teleport within Atropos. You probably wouldn't want to teleport outside of her, anyway.
She swallows, and the City gentle glides down a slick throat. Dust and particles create stunning visuals, like the aurora borealis, except in warmer colors. Light reflects so easily from solar veins and starstrewn flesh.
While you can breathe easily, gravity is fickle. Physics is often defied. Atropos was never one to play by the rules.
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Have myself a little struggle negotiating gravity, I think! [a pained smile, but a smile nonetheless.] Now, let's see if the laws will adhere for our friend... [he lowers his armful of dog down by Kanaya's side.]
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[ she takes a careful hold of the dog as he finds his footing again, leading him around the spot where he wound up flying, toward steve's lamppost. in some spots she feels suddenly nauseous, lightheaded, until she realizes it's literal, and decides to move around those. unable to navigate space as she normally would, the city seems to be perilous in attempting it the normal way as well.
cake rubs closer against her leg as they get closer, so she tells him to stay as she moves in to examine the former droid's plight. ]
Well, we should see if we can't manage the same for you, as well.
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Ahm, if you don't mind...I'm going to try to, ah, weave around a little, here... [more like snake around, but he doesn't know what snakes are, so hey. his upper does so, following his hand down while the rest of him wriggles feet free of fence links or pushes onto tiptoe off of walls, following his torso's lead and shrinking back to size without much to-do, leaving him squatting on the concrete like a frog.
he remains such for a few seconds, waiting...]
...Oh...Is it working?
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[ kanaya turns around to watch him as he stretches his way past her. that will never not be weird to see, and she thinks that as someone who has been very weird at times, herself. but she also took herself devastatingly seriously throughout it all, which is never good for one's self-awareness.
cake closes in first as she catches up, too busy watching her way around the various gravity pockets. before steve knows it, he's got a face full of dog tongue. he's gotta say thanks in his own way. ]
Have you been out wandering long?
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I, well. I don't really know how to gauge the time here, honestly, but it certainly has felt quite long! And, and you?
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[ she pulls her phone out of her bag to see the battery's running low. she really should've kept a normal watch, just in case, because she obviously should have been prepared for the apocalypse.
2am, and bright as noon. she frowns. ]
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oh! lightbulb.] Ah, that's right! Most of the rather dramatic alterations in reality or particular crises of note have been but week-long occurrences, maybe a little more or less, right? I feel like that was something addressed before...
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But even so, they always leave their mark. Nothing goes back to what it was, not quite. Events are not undone. And this... [ she cats her gaze in a wide glance at the remains of the city around them. ] ...This isn't the sort of thing that can just be reversed.
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This is quite a problem we've need to sort, isn't it, Kanaya...?
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...Where would we even think to begin?
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But...we're only standing here discussing the possibility of any action yet to be taken. That's hardly much of a beginning. Certainly not one fitting for the problem.
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We would need to understand the exact nature of the situation before we could even hope to solve it.
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[ and that's part of the problem, according to her role, this should be exactly the sort of situation she's for. space is broken, it should be on her to heal it.
but that's a level of power she's never had, and it's never made her feel more useless than now. ]