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thisavrou_log2017-07-09 01:05 pm
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The Demon Plot: DEATH OF GRINDING MADNESS [July Player Event]
Who: Ensemble production, all individuals who opted in to the plot
When: July 9-21
Where: Two inhabited planets around the Ingress
What: The demon plot kicks off, in which malevolent shadow beings, copies of existing characters, begin to materialize and harass the PCs across the worlds. Plotting post is here, and a network post will go up within the next 2 days from several PCs advising on how to end the plot.
Warnings: Violence, psychological themes, possibly past trauma, etc.
When: July 9-21
Where: Two inhabited planets around the Ingress
What: The demon plot kicks off, in which malevolent shadow beings, copies of existing characters, begin to materialize and harass the PCs across the worlds. Plotting post is here, and a network post will go up within the next 2 days from several PCs advising on how to end the plot.
Warnings: Violence, psychological themes, possibly past trauma, etc.
Death of Grinding Madness
The Demon Plot
(mild spoilers for The Raven Cycle)
The Demon Plot
(mild spoilers for The Raven Cycle)
On July 9, a demon begins to make its way through the Ingress, summoned through by a shitty teenager.
July 9-12
Harrying
Harrying
It's innocuous in the beginning. A movement in the corner of your eye, a shadow through a curtain-- merely a tree. But then the shadow figures begin to emerge into full being. Black-eyed wraiths that look like enemies, friends with whom you've had past conflict, or even you yourself. At first, it's merely harrying, minor harassment. Threatening gestures, broken gestures, jump scares.
Pursue them, and they disappear-- you might even catch a glimpse of how. They melt down into black slime, racing away across floors, through sewer grates, up walls, impossible to follow. By now, the worst of the climate freeze is over, but residual ice does pose a needles extra obstacle.
Pursue them, and they disappear-- you might even catch a glimpse of how. They melt down into black slime, racing away across floors, through sewer grates, up walls, impossible to follow. By now, the worst of the climate freeze is over, but residual ice does pose a needles extra obstacle.
July 12-15
The Violence Escalates
The Violence Escalates
In the days that follow, the situation only gets worse.
Sporadic harassment turns into outright attacks. The targeting is unmistakable. The shadow beings who can speak tell cruel tales of animosity, spite, even hatred. They are as deadly with their hands or strange powers as their doppelgangers are, and worse, they're functionally indestructible. Rip off one's head and it merely reforms out of sticky black ink. Limbs regenerate just as easily. The being might dispell for a few hours, but no doubt— it'll be back, if not to hurt you then someone you know.
The Savrii begin to notice. It's hard not to. While there is hardly an epidemic of panic, the disruptions are hard to miss-- broken windows, screams, random violence. Soon, the authorities begin to open safehouse facilities at which characters can seek shelter.
Sporadic harassment turns into outright attacks. The targeting is unmistakable. The shadow beings who can speak tell cruel tales of animosity, spite, even hatred. They are as deadly with their hands or strange powers as their doppelgangers are, and worse, they're functionally indestructible. Rip off one's head and it merely reforms out of sticky black ink. Limbs regenerate just as easily. The being might dispell for a few hours, but no doubt— it'll be back, if not to hurt you then someone you know.
The Savrii begin to notice. It's hard not to. While there is hardly an epidemic of panic, the disruptions are hard to miss-- broken windows, screams, random violence. Soon, the authorities begin to open safehouse facilities at which characters can seek shelter.
July 15-18
The Golem
The Golem
On July 17, something horrific begins to happen— several shadow beings merge to form a massive golem in Kauto R1. It is a grotesque, horrifying spectacle, of limbs and eyes and pulsating flesh. It reaches almost sixty feet in height. Combined together, this shadow creature is considerably less intelligent than the individual beings were. However, it is also immensely strong and regenerates just like the smaller ones did.
Within the mall, hundreds of daytime shoppers are trapped within. Luckily, they have food and climate control. Perhaps you're one of them-- or perhaps you're trying to get in to provide medical care.
In the meantime, the attacks from the individual shadow beings don't stop. Despite the intelligence exhibited by some, all of them seem mindlessly bent on tormenting their targets until they are killed.
Within the mall, hundreds of daytime shoppers are trapped within. Luckily, they have food and climate control. Perhaps you're one of them-- or perhaps you're trying to get in to provide medical care.
In the meantime, the attacks from the individual shadow beings don't stop. Despite the intelligence exhibited by some, all of them seem mindlessly bent on tormenting their targets until they are killed.
July 18-21
The Sacrifice
The Sacrifice
On the 9th day, a network post goes up (link pending, will be OOCly forward-dated to July 10th latest) revealing how to remove the invincibility of the attackers.
And by the 21st, the remaining beings utterly vanish without explanation— unless you happen to bear witness to the events that take place at St. Monmouth.
And by the 21st, the remaining beings utterly vanish without explanation— unless you happen to bear witness to the events that take place at St. Monmouth.
Elizabeth DeWitt || OTA
Shadows - 12th through the 15th
[Safehouses. Safehouses. The idea that any place could be considered 'safe' is laughable.]
[She can't form fire in her hands, and God, if she were able to? Her work would be light, no more difficult than walking down a lane while touching every fence post. But no, her task is heavy. As it should be. No place could be cleansed with a mere whisper, and no sin could be forgiven without blood and pain.]
[This place is no different from New York. Chaff living alongside wheat, culture running rampant, some of it not even human. This place is worse than New York, and she has been called here to eradicate it. What other reason would she be in so wretched a place if not to be its savior? This place would be burned to the ground, and start anew.]
[The can of accelerant is heavy, but she doesn't mind it. It's light compared to the weight she feels walking through the streets of this chaotic cesspit, so desperate for a new and good start. The weight of this place's terrible and varied transgressions lifts as she empties the can onto doorsteps, down stairwells, into gutters-- bars, research facilities, schools, strip clubs, other places of worship, her targets are wide and varied, but the contemplative and calm expression on her face doesn't change as she strikes a match and lights whatever substance she's chosen this time. Even when the screams start, she walks away to find more weight for her can without so much as a smile.]
[Cohen's Songbird - CW: Violence]
[People scream and run from the inky extensions that spring from her tears. Idiots. As if they could possibly escape her. It would be easier for everybody if they'd just lay down and beg for her to make it quick. Not that she would-- they deserve to suffer, they're the reason she's like this, the reason she can't just live. Every one of her thoughts is occupied twenty four-seven with just how fucked her life is because of Comstock. He's there, somewhere, and she's going to find him. And if she happened to run into someone else who was responsible for her depression and anxiety and anger? So much the better-- she'll rip them in half too.]
Where are you? [She calls, practically singing the words as inky black rifts lightning-bolt up around her. Twisted black figures in masks, armed with pipes and guns and hooks, dart out and fall on anybody who hasn't found shelter. The occasional random samurai rushes out too, stiff clockwork figures with machine guns on their shoulders rattling on about 'Four Score and Seven Years Ago'-- She's at the epicenter of the chaos, orchestrating the opening tears like a conductor.]
Once you come out, I'll stop-- I promise... [It sounds right, almost feels like the truth, but there's always one more. One more to smother, one more to run through, one more, one more, just one more... and then she'll feel better.]
Elizabeth
[Her shadows are causing too much havoc, too much damage, for her to look the other way for too long. They are, without doubt, the ugliest parts of her. Things that she never wants to remember or admit to, timelines that she thought she'd put behind her. Elizabeth DeWitt could run through bullets, fire, and walk to her death... but she can't find it in herself to face herself.]
[It takes days, and she hides through most of them, hoping that this will simply go away, back through the Ingress, and everything will be fine. But the weight of what could be happening to other people as she hides is eventually too much. She starts packing her armory while uploading her voice and photo onto the network:]
I'm looking for a shadow. Blue velvet dress and corset-- possibly white blouse and black skirt. ...It's mine.
If you spot it, find safety immediately and send word after. You don't want to say my name in front of it, trust me.
[July 17th - B]
[She follows the trail to the mall, of course. Most amount of people, most damage to do. Elizabeth swallows and unholsters her hand cannon, stalking around the building and taking in the chaos. God, where does she even start with all of this insanity...?]
[...Not that big one, that's for sure.]