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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.
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[ He can barely stop himself. His heart pounds, like war drums in his ears. His breathing sharp and conscientious. ]
What did you do?
[ Nelson wouldn't have abandoned HJ, no matter how cruel or twisted he is, in this mess. He should be here by his side and he's not. ]
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[ He said it plain as day, the black of his hood tipping to the side, not quite understanding what the boy was getting at. ]
We were separated. I have not seen him.
[ Not that HJ was showing any trouble with that. ]
That is not your business, leave it.
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Sorry, but... Mr. Nelson is a good person. I can't accept that answer from... from someone like you.
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[ The thread of offense is there, in his voice. He doesn't even move away from the boy. He could tell where his path lay, and Hooded Justice didn't really think it was worth it to move. ]
I am no liar.
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[ He stops in his tracks, balling his fists and gritting his teeth. He's so much ugliness in his life, but HJ, a man who wears a mask and calls himself a hero, is supposed to be above what he had done that night. ]
He still doesn't know... about the monster you are.
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He knows enough.
[ Nelson knew well, what tactics Hooded Justice employed on the street. He hadn't changed over time. He'd dealt with criminals in the same way from the beginning, and always would. ]
You, however, are not welcome in my business.
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[ Wherever this sudden surge of confidence came from, it's clear it might not have been in Gil to begin with. Too caught up in the moment, he fails to realize he is behaving uncharacteristically. ]
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He simply stared. ]
He is an adult, capable of his own decisions.
[ He didn't touch on the fact that Nelson may be hurt.
After all... ]
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It's between the seconds he finally realizes what he's (unintentionally) doing that he lets out a feeble gasp. ]
Uh...
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He recoiled, but when he straightened, he was all height and muscle, everything in him ready to spring, like the coil, held together only just barely. ]
What -- ?
[ Was all he could do, before he was reacting, reaching out to grip him by the collar, attempting to lift him off the ground. ]
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W-Wait! Let me go!
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After that? You're lucky I don't snap your neck.
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I... didn't...!
[ He gasps for air. ]
It wasn't me!
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I am no idiot. Do you always call not you when you lose your faculties?
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I didn't mean to do that! Honestly!
[ It feels almost like begging for his life and that's the last thing he wants to do before someone like Hooded Justice.
But this is starting to hurt. ]
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Then perhaps you would do well to remember your place.
[ He lets go of him, unceremoniously. Tempted to punch him, tempted to make sure there's another broken nose to match the one he'd broken before.
Very tempted. ]
You do not threaten, or attack me. I will not warn you again.
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He turns to look at HJ, glowering. ]
Haven't you heard a word I've said?
[ He didn't want to hit him, not really, but his body seemed to operate on its own. ]
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[ He stood over him, as if using his height and weight would remind Gil who was standing over him, looking down, the angle making it difficult to read his eyes.
Not that his tone of voice gave enough. ]
You cannot blame anyone but yourself for acting foolishly.
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I've already told you I don't know what happened. [ As much as he hates this man, Nelson would never forgive him if he did something to him. Hurting Nelson is an act he'll do his best to avoid. ] If we're done here, I have more important things to do!
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[ He stands there, his arms crossing over his chest. Letting something dark slip in his voice, a threat. Where Gil worried about hurting Nelson through hurting HJ, he didn't offer the same courtesy toward him. ]
And do not forget. I will not suffer insult again.
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