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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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[ Karkat hangs behind Rua, an attempt to cover his back, and also an easy position from which to shove him if he feels he isn't moving fast enough, which he demonstrates right then. ]
Now shut up. I'll let you know when they're out of range.
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...it's probably just. Someone who doesn't want us getting too close to them or where they're staying, right? [His tone betrays that he's getting a little nervous.]
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So, no. Probably not. More likely it's someone who's about to try and shank us all the way back to our original universes, so try and prepare for that. [ Karkat's voice is more confident than he feels. They're both dehydrated, tired, and a considerable distance from anyone who might have been able to lend them backup. ]
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Shit.
[Rua takes off his backpack and pulls something free from a sidestrap as he keeps walking - a metal bat. Probably not all that useful, but, it's better than his bare hands. When the bat is in his hand, he swings his backpack back over his shoulder.]
....can you go high?
'Cause if you can go high, I can go low.
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Karkat shoves Rua again, hoping he has the sense to drop the backpack. ] Move it, asshole!
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[Rua runs for all he's worth, which turns out to be quite a bit. He's cognizant enough to catch the metaman's metallic legs and realize his backpack is weighing him down, so he dumps it and the bat.
He's unfortunately not careful enough to avoid the not plentiful holes in the road. One catches his foot and he troops and slams into the ground on his side, letting out a long string of curses that eventually becomes quieter as he tries to pull himself up.]
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A large amount of rubble seemingly vanishes into thin air around them -- and several objects (bags, a chair, some more stray concrete) shoot out of his now-overstuffed sylladex, bombarding their attacker. It causes him to stumble, and slow. No longer charging now -- it appears more as though he's sizing them up. Calculating. ] Get up, you useless pile of fermented trash! I am not going to carry you!
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Then, he runs again, shouting back:] COME ON, LET'S GO!
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[ Karkat doesn't follow, instead remaining frozen in place, sizing up his metaman in a similar manner, both attempting to ascertain what the other is capable of. He breaks eye contact, briefly, to shout in Rua's direction-- ]
He has robot legs, brainless, and you're a fucking technopath! Get your ass back here and make yourself useful! St-- [ Stop, he intended to say, but he breaks off due to the metaman having made a sudden motion with his right arm, and Karkat sends another volley of sylladex-launched concrete chunks in his direction, forcing him back onto the defensive.
The metaman doesn't seem to be directly attacking them, yet. More like searching for an opening, and defending in order to find that opening. An opening for what, though, remains to be seen. ]
Stop running away!
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But...]
Dude, it's not like I can just wave a magic wand and have him jump off a building! [He lowers his voice as he speaks to Karkat.] I...I have to get close to use it - he'd kick me into next year before I could do anything!
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[ Karkat says it uncharacteristically softly, and this time, he doesn't break eye contact with the metaman to do it. Karkat's rubble launching capabilities apparently came as a surprise -- he is being reevaluated as a threat. The standoff can't last, however. ]
I'll distract him, you just focus on getting to his legs and not vigorously fucking this up for the pair of us. Be subtle, if you're even capable of that, okay?
[ He takes a deep, steadying inhale. Their metaman, quite slowly, almost leisurely, begins to walk towards them. ]
I can take more punishment than you squishy apes can anyway.
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Just...okay. Distract him for a second and I'll try to do something, but. Don't get your face kicked in!
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[ Karkat takes another deep breath, tightens his grip on his sickle, and abruptly darts off to the side, attempting to circle around behind the metaman -- he punctuates the movement with another medium sized piece of concrete, flung with intent of striking his head. It misses by a long shot (a weaponized modus was never known for its accuracy), but the combined movement and assault grabs his attention, at least, and he makes a sudden move of his own--
-- His hand detaches. His hand detaches. And soars toward Karkat like a homing missile. He doesn't think about it, he just dives, and ends up eating a fairly large amount of gravel, and the fucking rocket hand soars over his head, to smash through the already-cracked window of the nearest storefront, where it detonates -- the earsplitting explosion brings the remains of the building down. ]
Fuck. [ Explosives was not something he anticipated. Dust from the collapsed building fills the air, impairing visibility, and Karkat starts to get back to his feet, spitting out little bits of concrete as he does so -- only to... get kicked in the face before he can quite manage it.
Going by the aggression with which the metaman kicks him, which puts Karkat almost flat on his back and almost definitely broke his nose, missing the explosion really pissed the guy off. Karkat rolls to the side before he can give new meaning to the phrase curb stomp, spitting out a few front teeth as he does so, and scrambles upright again, aiming a desperate slash at the metaman's upper arm. ]
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He stares in horror for a few more seconds before it sinks in - the metaman has his back to him. He shakes his head, trying to get the ringing in his ears out. It doesn't go away. He pulls himself up anyway and sprints the short distance between himself and the metaman.
At the end of the sprint, he goes into a sliding, tumbling jump forward and throws his arms around his lower body, latching on as best he can. He throws his right hand over the leg that just finished curb stomping Karkat. He's completely unfamiliar with the mechanics at work here - he has no idea how to control it, so he just tries to get it to overload, self destruct, stop working, something. The blue glow over his right hand becomes more intense and starts to pair with a crackling noise as he desperately tries to exert his influence over the bionic appendage. If nothing else, he hopes to give Karkat an opportunity to get out from under him before he gets stepped on again.]
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Blood belonging to both Karkat and the metaman spots the ground, as they struggle. The metaman makes another motion, intending to kick him again, this time in the stomach, only it's at that point that Rua's arms lock around his lower body, and, quite suddenly, the metaman's legs freeze. He can still move his arms -- demonstrated by how his attention diverts from Karkat with a hail of punches directed at Rua, which lasts until Karkat hooks the blade of his sickle around the man's throat, pressing it against his jugular for a very real threat.
The metaman goes very still. ]
You lose. [ Karkat snarls. The crackling noise gets louder. There's a slight smell of burning. ] I mean, you'd lost from the moment you decided to pick a fight with Rua and I out of all the imPorts on this miserable floating hunk of garbage in the first place, but now the breadth and depth of your failure is official, along with your ensuing humiliation. Just soak it all in. We've got time.
[ He gets no answer, only the sound of the man's slightly labored breathing. The bionic knees buckle. Blood is still pouring freely from his definitely crooked nose. The blade of Karkat's sickle trembles slightly, against the man's throat. ]
You know we have to kill you. [ Karkat says, although he doesn't sound convinced of that fact.
He's never killed someone before. ]
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His gaze abruptly snaps to Karkat at the use of the k-word.]
H-hey. [He gulps. He wasn't expecting this.] C-can't we just knock him out or something? It's not like he can chase us.
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He swallows, uncomfortable, and turns his attention to Rua, seeking to stall for time. ]
And what about when he wakes up? He has to be with Vulcanus, Rua, and you want to let him just waltz off into the sunset to continue merrily attacking and exploding imPorts at his fucking whim? What if he'd attacked Ruka while we were gone?
He just tried to slaughter us. Why should we let him go?
[ He almost sounds hopeful. Like he wants Rua to give him an out. The metaman lets out a quiet snort of laughter. Mocking. ]