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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.
no subject
But he doesn't, of course, because he's in control. ]
I don't think your age is of much concern at this point. That would make you -- what -- twenty-five now? Thirty? [ /Jeopardy music. ] What's convenient for you is that you aren't important to me right now.
[ He doesn't intend on elaborating. ]
You don't need a hand there, do you?
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All the times I've kicked your butt and you think I can't handle a long metal bar and some rocks? Please.
[Unaware that his thoughts are running parallel to Norman's, Peter looks at the lamppost and remembers the weight of it, considers grabbing it again. The Green Goblin is a tougher opponent than he likes to admit out loud, but he's always had the edge on speed, and Norman expects him to play fair.
Peter turns away sharply, reaching a hand behind him to web the rubble in place without looking. He jerks his shoulders as though he can shrug off the cold sweat trickling down his spine.]
You know this isn't normal, right? Like you said: we both know there's a bigger picture. Not that punching you in the face wouldn't be cathartic, but I know when I'm being manipulated.
no subject
He stays where he is, watching Spider-Man maneuver the rubble himself, and crosses his arms. There's something in his expression that suggests if Spider-Man were to lose his grip Norman would have no qualms standing and watching as he got crushed. ]
Sincere offer, no manipulation necessary. If I wanted to be rid of you there are more straightforward ways to hide a murder in this sort of chaos. Sloppy, but straightforward.
[ He smiles. ]
But I'll leave you be in that case.
sorry for delay, hope this tag makes sense!!
[Spider-Man hesitates, trying not to be obvious about it. There are bigger priorities right now than one corrupt businessman, but as Norman just helpfully announced, the mess they're in creates all sorts of opportunities for him to cause his own unique sort of problems. Maybe it's better to keep his enemy closer, for once-- especially, says that nasty part of him, if it will give him opportunities of his own. He retains at least enough control not to say that part out loud, though it's a near thing.]
Look, if you really mean it-- not that I believe you for a second-- then yeah, better four hands on deck than two. You can consider it part of your PR campaign, if you like.
no subject
He chooses not to comment on the first half of what Spider-Man says, responding only to the rest as he moves closer. ]
Already was planning on it. [ He surveys the rubble. ] So of course I'll help you, Spider-Man. Since you've asked so nicely.
thank you wrists i have been waiting for this
We need to clear the door so people can get into the store.
yay!
Easily done. [ At least his mind feels a little sharper now. Maybe whatever got into his system before, however mildly, is gone. He grasps for a large slab of concrete, wedged in front. ] How long has it been like this?
no subject
Unless you mean the weird juju floating around. In which case, just a few minutes, I think.
no subject
Calm down, Spider-Man. A few seconds more aren't going to make a difference now. [ His nose wrinkles. ] And whatever that was seems to have passed.
[ For him, at least. ]