of those blackholes & revelations

[capemods]

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.

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[glowsferatu]

[ kanaya has no patience for sneaking. she's done with this whole ordeal, ready to find her exit whether through freedom or death. too many days without a shower have made her hair oily, the longer parts on top curling and wild. some of the dried blood on her shirt is her own, like the splotch over her heart, but the larger splatter is distinctly red. there were not the first metamen she's encountered, and she has little inclination to show them any more mercy than the ones before. if this is the end, she's not about to go quietly.

she stalks her way up the stairway, hunched forward with her chainsaw in her hand and a cold fury burning in her eyes. even as she moves through the gas pockets, it's not hard to spot her, living lightbulb that she is, but when the guards swooop in her weapon roars to life. she's ready.

if the only thing she manages to do is drawing attention away from others on their way to the heart and expediting an end to one more piece of vulcanus, that will be enough for her. the kid gloves are off, these ones aren't getting away with just a haircut. ]

[glowsferatu]

[ as soon as she has their attention, kanaya breaks into a sprint, and unfortunately for renee, she's much faster. it's helps to be as a close ranged fighter.

she raises the chainsaw over her head to tear down on one as he comes in range, clouds of blue blood scattering across the gas surrounding them. a leap takes her out of a pincer attack from another two, swiping down with her blade to clang against theirs in a flurry of sparks. she tumbles forward and spins after landing, her weapon's teeth digging into one guard's shoulder and beyond. the third one keeps his distance, hurling a fork that catches in kanaya's own shoulder. she doesn't pay it any attention.

if she's noticed renee, she hasn't shown any acknowledgement of it. she's too far gone, and more guards are beginning to pour in her direction. ]

[glowsferatu]

[ it does the job, the guard flinches against the shot and escapes to rethink its approach, and it gets kanaya's attention, tracing origin of the shot. she stares blankly at renee once she spots her. what does she think she's doing? a disabling shot is a waste of a bullet, as far as kanaya ares right now, and with renee here, she just has one more thing to keep track of. harder to let herself loose when she has to keep someone else alive.

while she's sufficiently distracted, one of the oncoming guards makes his move, dashing forward with the barb of his fork. she only barely catches it in time to knock his weapon up and away before thrusting her own through his chest and ripping it upward.

from here she'll need to part their ranks like a red sea, strike right down the middle to get renee an escape route. before she engages, she turns back to renee with a shout. ]

Go! I'll cover you!

[glowsferatu]

[ but stopping is the last thing on kanaya's mind. she has to have her last hurrah, perhaps her last chance at being useful. he has to make them all pay. so she just cuts, and cuts, and cuts, winning renee's escape by literal surgery.

but when renee isn't taking it, that's a red flag. of all the times for this conflict to manifest. ]

Quit wasting both of our time and go! Do you think I'm just doing this to amuse myself?!

[glowsferatu]

[ she has her hands full, getting out now would be impossible, and that's about the only reason she doesn't shake renee by her collar. but she does spare the moment to glance back at her. ]

RENEE! This isn't the time for your fucking power games!

[ one of the guards tries to take advantage of the distraction, stabbing toward her with his trident. she catches her forearm between its teeth, jagged points cutting deep, but she takes hold of the handle and wrenches it from his hand, whacking him across the head with the blunt end before following it with the roaring blade of her chainsaw. ]

Get to the Porter! NOW!

[glowsferatu]

[ how hard would it be to get through if she knocked renee unconscious and threw her over her shoulder, she wonders. she'd have to fight one-handed, that's ultimately the only thing that holds her back.

well, that and that she has too many other things to be hitting at the moment. ]

Could you possibly be more daft?!