capemods (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
capemods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
capeandcowllogs2014-01-07 04:57 pm
capemods) wrote in capeandcowllogs2014-01-07 04:57 pm
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.
no subject
[ She trails off, shaking her and refocusing all her efforts into the tail instead. No time for questions and no time to be dealing with this freak of nature, but she's got few choices.
She yanks again, pulling the creature off its four legs and chucks it away so it hits the half-torn wall of what was once a mini-mart. ]
I feel as a cat lover and owner I should be appalled by my actions!
no subject
[ Whatever it is, it isn't a cat. It's some kind of mechanical monstrosity and Felicia doesn't care what they have to do to take care of it; she just hopes her bad luck powers will help. Sparks are good, but how good? After Power Girl throws it, Felicia leaps after to land on the creature with a two-legged kick. ]
Is it moving?
no subject
[ Peej is suddenly knocked over by a large piece of debris that's fallen from the sky. How unlucky, it seems she was situated right under the worst possible spot.
She cries out as it knocks her flat to the ground. It doesn't break bone or skin, but it hurts. ]
no subject
Not for long it won't.
[ She's determined to put it out of their misery, and leaps upon its back again to grab at its head. ]
no subject
I'm officially done with today.
[ She lifts herself up, her bright eyes aglow with red. ]
Keep low for a moment!
no subject
[ She doesn't surrender her spot on its back, but she slides down it, shielding her head with the bulk of its body as she retains hold. More sparks fly -- a brighter, more explosive shower -- and it emanates a sound that could either be a roar or a rumble of pain. ]
no subject
[ Two thin streams of heat vision burst from her eyes, striking the creature directly in the face. It's enough to temporarily blind it, so Peej is already on her feet and running toward it. ]
We've got two minutes before it snaps out of it!
no subject
Maybe we should just run?
no subject
[ She doesn't doubt it will keep looking for them and there aren't many places to run in this crumbling city. She digs her heels into the ground to halt herself as she nears it, peeling off the surface of the road like a hot knife in butter. She grabs it by the neck, pulling it upwards and off its feet while it thrashes around before she slams it face-first into the ground. ]
Goodnight.
no subject
[ But she stops herself when Power Girl grabs the creature and it hits the ground hard, enough that Felicia feels the vibrations beneath her feet. It doesn't get up again (not immediately, anyway) or even appear to move. ]
... Is that it?
no subject
It's still alive, but it'll be out for a while.
[ She picks up the pace, hurrying over to Felicia and extending her arm. ]
Time to go!
no subject
Hope you're right.
[ But she can see, glancing quick over her shoulder, that it's still immobile. ]
Well -- not our problem anymore.
no subject
Just hold on tight and don't look down.