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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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she screws her eyes shut instead, because a huntress must be brave always, hands instinctively reaching for Rua's. neither of them can stop the inevitable, she can feel that in her bones, but he can at least keep her from facing this alone. she squeezes them tightly, mind still in shock from the pain and unable to say much more than:]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-
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H-HEY! IS THERE ANYBODY AROUND THAT CAN HEAL?! WE NEED SOME HELP HERE! [His voice cracks a couple times, he can't make himself heard over the din of people trying to get up the stairs, skirmishing with the metamen. Even the metamen aren't paying attention to them at this point, they're just a miserable little tangled mess of human and troll that aren't going anywhere. The realization that help isn't coming is even worse than the first.]
Shi....shit! [He throws a look towards the top of the staircase. He pulls his hands free from Nepeta's and loops one of her arms around his shoulder, trying to support her weight.]
C'mon, c'mon, we gotta! We gotta get to the top, somebody there'll be able to help! [And, slowly, one step at a time, he starts to climb.]
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Nepeta wants to be strong so badly; she has to, because she's a huntress and huntresses never show weakness even at the worst moment. but moving with open wounds is never a good idea, and every step they overcome feels as if she's been rent in two. she begins to lean more and more heavily on Rua for support, and by the time they hit the eighth step her grip on him is like a vice]
I can't.
[the word fractures in the same way her scream had, the agony leaking out from every decibel. she wants to be able to finish this so badly, but there's nothing left for her to give.]
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[Still, he snaps back without thinking:] Yes you can! [ And tries to keep going. He makes it one or two more steps before he stumbles, dropping to his knees, gasping for air. He's barely gonna be able to drag himself the rest of the way at this rate.]
C'mon, it's not - it's not that much fur... [His voice dies in his throat as he looks over at Nepeta. He puts a bloodstained hand over one of his eyes and chokes back something. He can't help her, he's not strong enough to carry her, what the fuck is he supposed to do.]
I...I dunno what to do...
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[it's terrifying to utter those words aloud because it means that she's acknowledging aloud that there's nothing left for her. this is the end of the line.
Nepeta coughs wetly, runs her tongue across her lips to try and futilely catch the blood leaking out before speaking again. dying alone is the last thing in the world that she wants to do, but she can't conscience keeping a friend here when things are so dangerous. Rua had a future, and she couldn't let him endanger it by trying to pointlessly save her]
You keep going.
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[He looks around. He vainly thinks 'if Karkat were just here, he'd know what-' and that's as far as he gets before his hands are going through his hair, he's remembering Karkat drowning in his own blood and shit. He shakes his head, reaches down and tries to pick her up again, vainly fighting back tears as he does.]
F-for one thing, Karkat would k-kick my fucking ass if h-he found out I left you behind! [He lets out a grunt of exertion, managing to get them both up half a step.] A-and besides, you two are always talking about how much tougher your species is than humans, s-so why...why... [Why am I still alive and having to watch both of you die.']
[His hands slip off of her. They're so slick with olive blood and he's so weak, he can't even get a halfway decent grip on her anymore, muchless carry her. He drops to his knees and looks over at her.]
C-- c'mon, there's gotta be another way...!