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joseph kavinsky ([personal profile] pillz) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2017-07-09 01:05 pm

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.


Death of Grinding Madness
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
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.


July 12-15
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.


July 15-18
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.


July 18-21
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.



notglitching: (red - above)

[personal profile] notglitching 2017-07-16 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
If it were possible for Rinzler's stare to grow more irritated? It would. That clearly being insufficient, the enforcer reaches for his TAB instead. A quick touch calls the holographic projection, red-orange characters scrolling out across the text field for Calla to read.

Wouldn't lose if I had.

Or take damage. Obviously. The cursor twitches back for a moment before stilling—the belated impulse to add another "I", overridden. No point in editing responses for this glitch.
shiro2hero: (needs more anime)

1/2 again oops

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2017-07-16 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
He's not home right now. Is he? [The last is directed to the man in question, metal fingers threading tightly through Shiro's hair. Some kind of parody of affection.] Scream all you want. He's stuck in a loop. It happens so often. Did you two know that? How many times he gets lost in his own thick head when you talk?

It's really fucking pathetic.


[It shoves him down. Using its hold on his hair to do so. He hits the ground hard enough to rattle teeth, expression still glazed, distant. Breathing short, sharply. While the shadow hefts the weapon it was given, twirling it experimentally as Darin keeps trying. It brings it down like a golf club, swatting the prone body to one side.]

Just admit it! Admit how afraid you are! Of yourself, of being the Black Paladin! Of everything in your head! Just cop to it, you stubborn shit! Then you'll see! See how much they all believe in you then! How much they'll look up to you then! That you're just as much a monster as your friend!

Just Ą̷̜̰͑D̶̢̧̠̞͓͓͇̬̭̮̬̤̲̈́̉̆̒̈́M̴̡̛̭̩͇͉̰̤̆̋̂͒̄͐̾̉̆̂I̴̧̢̨̞̜̘̫͈̱͒͆̈͆͑́̍̐͛͠͝T̷̢̢̰͓͖̝̼̦̮̞̬͚̄̅̑̾͘͜͜͜ ̵̨̨͖̤̼̖̞͂̽̀͒͊̋͋͂͘̕ ̵̨̛͎̯͈̱͉͇͖̞̑̐́͂̈́̐͑̿̿́ͅ ̸̙̥̟̜͆̿̓̏̔̓͆̓͂̅̐͗̿͒̕I̷̝̮͊́̇̉͆͝T̷̟̫̬̭͂̏͂̕!!


... right.

[The shadow freezes. For the first time, its grin falters. Shiro is attempting to get his limbs back under him. Trying to get back up on his feet. When he picks his head up, his nose is at a funny angle, half his face is a sheet of blood.]

What did you just say to me?

I'm... afraid. [That same labored voice, but it's less weak. He has an arm around his chest, ut he's stood up. Standing and wavering.] I can't -- I can't remember... not being afraid anymore. I'd -- I'd really like to stop.

[The shadow shakes its head, like it knows something. Like it's aware of something. But he's still walking. Slow steps forward. Hand flexing. Never looking away from the shadow. Not once. Holding its black-eyed stare.]

They all deserve to know that. But ... now, looking at you? I think... being scared is a good thing.

[He grasps the the weapon away from the shadow, who, suddenly, doesn't put up a fight. It's shaking its head still. Jerky, trembling motions. Watching him heft it in metal fingers. Watching with growing horror as he jabs it forward.]

-- It means I'm not like you!
shiro2hero: (I will turn this lion around i stg)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2017-07-16 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's like a second wind. The shadow crumbles. He turns -- not checking to see the result. This time faster. Because there's something to fight for over here. Because they aren't monsters. Because they're afraid.]

[Monsters aren't afraid.]

[The weapon launches forward, thrown like a javellin at the other shadow where it holds onto his friend. If nothing else, it's got to be a decent distraction until he can get over there and hit it. Knock it down. Maybe it'll be temporary but.]

[He's got to try.]
forgeabettertomorrow: (You're my hope you're my everything)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2017-07-16 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even as he feels the tendons in his neck pop from the strain, even as he feels his head twisting painfully away, a grin spreads across Darin's face as the scene unfolds before him.]

[His shadow cocks an eyebrow, then turns just in time to see the halberd pierce his side, black tar and tepid fluids trickle from the wound as he staggers and releases Darin's head. Slowly, exasperated, he looks down at the weapon embedded in his side, then back up to the paladin that pitched it. He reaches down and tears it free, not even bothering to acknowledge the stream of black blood that pours from the wound like molasses. In a few moments, the wound has sealed itself anyway, and Darin's shadow begins taking steps forward.]

[He runs his hand the length of the halberd and it separates, the weapon taking the consistency of wet clay. It separates into two equal halves before they reshape. A flick of each wrist later, and he's holding two gleaming short swords at his sides, his bored expression turning almost to malicious glee as quickly as the weapons had changed.]


You really think you stand a chance? Your friend can't do anything to me. He can't even tap into a fraction of the powers I can. What makes you think that you can do anything to me?

[He continues his strides forward.]

I have a brilliant idea. How about I skin you while he watches! Then, he can wear the skin and continue trying to fool himself into thinking he can actually be you! That'll really complete the illusion, won't it?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

[Darin's frame sags. He was losing quite a bit of blood and he felt his eyelids grow heavy. He was so tired now. If only he hadn't ever been picked up by the Moira. His worst fears were being realized right in front of him all because he was what he was. He shuts his eyes, clenches them shut, trying to find a way to drown out the scene unfolding before him.]
notglitching: (red - above)

[personal profile] notglitching 2017-07-16 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
The audio loop stutters, a rise and fall sourced not to an error or a quirk of pain, but a different breath: quick, in and out, amusement oscillating in soft catches. That can't be right, though. Can it?

Rinzler doesn't laugh.

Shoulders rise and fall with an easy shrug, deliberate and drawn out. A weight seems to roll free somewhere in the process, and as Rinzler steps forward, there's no slope to his spine. No bend to his neck: except, that is, for the minute angle down to find Clu's gaze. All those years spent cringed and bowing, and that's all it takes to stand above Clu.

Not that this is nearly enough margin.

"Of course I do." Step. Step. Slotting neatly into place, distances met to precision.

Step.

And surpassed. Closer. Just within reach.

"Are you ready to listen?"
efficacy: (✓ 199)

[personal profile] efficacy 2017-07-16 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pepper accepts the help all too willingly, clinging to metal arms mostly with her right hand; the left is probably sprained, minimum. ]

Just in time, as far as I'm concerned, [ she returns with a shaky huff of breath, falling back on banter herself even though she's still shaken to the core. The shadow's reappearance has her tensing up immediately, shifting slowly behind Tony even as he moves in front of her. The blast of ice from beneath has her yelping and clumsily springing away a couple of steps, her frown of unease shifting to that of annoyance as sudden indignation flares.

Tony was right, magic fucking sucks. ]


That's a cheap trick!
shiro2hero: (bitch u thought)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2017-07-16 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's like the fight for the Castle all over again. Help isn't coming -- the shadow saw to that when it mocked the others. There's a wounded teammate and he's staring down the barrel of a seemingly impossible enemy. The world starts to shift sideways -- the shadow's blue hair turning to purple, eyes glowing yellow and red.]

[He holds his arm up and out, defensive. But not backing down, either. He can't. Neither of them will live through this if he does. For now, he doesn't dare glance back at his own shadow, the writhing, twitching pool of black sludge it's become.]

[This needs all his focus. Because there's got to be a way -- if his went down, it means this thing isn't invincible. Not completely. Light kindles, star-bright, across his fingers.]


You... gotta hand it to me.

[Was that a fucking pun.]

I don't know when to give up.

[He doesn't start forward so much as he shifts his weight. Ready to move. Ready to duck or roll or move. Something has to give. And hopefully it won't be the injuries or fatigue he can feel creeping up on him.]
callamities: (neutral)

HIYA CREEPY STRANGER /o\

[personal profile] callamities 2017-07-16 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
The words don’t make sense, not for someone walking through ground zero of an invisible explosion with shards of glass crunching under his feet. And he’s smiling—or, Calla thinks he is. It’s almost too dark to tell.

If this had happened only days earlier, Calla might’ve been unsettled, but not afraid. He’d been naive of this world’s rules, ones that inexplicably allow for the existence of Created meant to hunt and kill. But now, not even his fellow Created can be considered safe. And this one is closing in, still grinning with razor sharp focus.

Calla stays frozen for a moment longer. And then he makes to turn and bolt.
forgeabettertomorrow: (The things I've seen)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2017-07-17 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[The shadow sneers and lets his head loll back to gaze at Darin.]

Then this one gets to watch another brother die in front of him. I wonder what kind of scar this will leave?

[Darin's muscles tense, rigid like steel when those words leave his shadow's mouth, and he snaps his head back up, eyes wide with fear. But his shadow is already on the move.]

[It comes in low, fast, and it doesn't strike to maim or deeply wound as much as it does to toy with. The first sword, on Shiro's right, comes in straight, the shadow knowing full well it will likely be knocked aside. No, instead he intends to roll with the strike, to spin and drop low to slice at the legs.]


No...Shiro...

I told you to run...! I told you to get back to the others!! WHY DO YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME?!
seeingscarlet: (witch; 038)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2017-07-17 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Something is really off about this particular shadow, but at this point it's hard to tell how dangerous she is. Wanda doesn't come closer, but she also doesn't release the scarlet. It's clear nothing good could come of that.

She hasn't received any sort of satisfactory answer, so she asks again:]


What are you doing?
shiro2hero: (FALCON... PUNCH!)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2017-07-17 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[This isn't about him. Not anymore. This is about his friend. It makes sense the shadow isn't going to make this quick. It's fast -- so is he. There are still scattered bits of rock and trunk pieces around. Nowhere to get the high ground, but--]

[It moves for him.]

[He runs the other way. Toward where there's the most accumulation of debris from all the fighting. Then, one after another, the metal hand chucks the bits and pieces like fastballs.]


Because! [A hunk of rock.] I don't -- [The top of the trunk again.] -- really know where we are right now, Darin! [More rock.] That makes it a little difficult!

[All he's trying to do here is buy time. If he goes head to head, it's going to be over. But if he stalls...]

cockade: (Anonyme)

[personal profile] cockade 2017-07-17 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
I can see fun whenever it comes around, I suppose.

[He shrugs, obviously understanding her reasons. She has a solid point, and though he doesn't agree with it for himself, it's not something he wants to think about.]

He's been to two different realms now, and still thinks he can save everyone. That he can atone for whatever he's done wrong. I'm having fun proving him wrong every time. That's what's fun to me.
yorisearching: (fury)

Very NOPE. <3

[personal profile] yorisearching 2017-07-17 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
The satisfying strain in his laugh might have earned him an extra moment, but then he confirms his glitch by taunting her even as he retreats. Does he have a right to that data, any right at all to share it aloud? No, he does not.

"I wonder whose name you would scream," she muses as she follows. "Should we find out? I doubt it would take much."

Admins have no real tolerance for pain. They don't even understand the damage they cause. But they can learn. The Master Control Program learned.

Maybe she'd like to see Clu scream.

Disk grip, arm back, throw: a perfect pattern that Rinzler once trained into someone he wanted to protect. How fitting.

There's no need to look for the catch. The black edges hiss as they fly and spatter acid droplets across the wall where they lodge, shape dissolving, a scar biting deep.

Did she miss? Shame, but there's no hurry. She draws another disk from shadow behind her. "Can you even count how many other loyal programs you hurt? Probably not. We'll make up for that too."
cockade: (Sinistre)

[personal profile] cockade 2017-07-17 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[That gets a snort in return- an honest one from him. Why his original tries so hard to keep what he knows will slip through his fingers still boggles him. It only allows for more damage to be done on his soul, and more guilt to be carried. The bonds he shares are important, but they are also fragile, and his shadow knows how important it would be if one of them were to shatter.]

Who knows. Perhaps we should take a set of brooms and go searching for it. [A pause.] We may happen across it in our random chance of sweeping the floor.

[He crosses his arms but doesn't answer her question about the hood yet. Instead, he tilts his head, staring at Katsa with a rather long look that studies her. One that feels too long, come to think of it. Then, he shakes his head.]

It's not important. I needed to be sure that you were all right. That's what matters.

[The charade ends now, he decides. He's growing bored by not truly doing anything other than talking.

The humor falls. Black eyes glint just under the hood for a second. His smile widens. Widens far too much and too distinctly not a smile Arno wears.]


Why? Because you trust him too much.

[This is not the Arno she knows.]
Edited 2017-07-17 05:53 (UTC)
redshitlord: (When your highs are low)

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[personal profile] redshitlord 2017-07-17 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Hey.

[It's pretty quiet. Reserved. Mostly because he's sort of lounging, facedown, his head propped up on his arms. Where he got a comic book his size is a mystery, but there it is. He's not even surprised to pick up Shepard's shape on his sensors -- even here in the little warehouse he used to share with Riptide.]

[She knows, after all.]


S'up?
forgeabettertomorrow: (You wanna go?!)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2017-07-17 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
[The banter only makes the shadow laugh. Instead of dodging, it moves gracefully, slicing cleanly through the barrage of debris and improvised missiles. It's almost surprising, really. If this shadow had all of Darin's abilities, did that mean he could truly fight like that?]

[When an opening presents itself, the shadow deftly twirls both of his swords and drives them to the hilt into the ground, sending his magic coursing through the arena floor. It starts to churn like choppy sea water, and the ground begins erupting into towering spikes. They don't head straight for Shiro, instead they erupt randomly and sporadically all around with no rhyme, reason, or direction.]


You're putting up more of a fight than I expected! And I haven't even told you the worst parts yet!

[He plants a foot on the pommels and uses them to launch himself into the air, bearing down on Shiro.]

Like how he resents you for giving him the acceptance he's always craved! Because now it's impossible for him to do what he has to do!

[Darin grits his teeth. He knows what's coming next and he has to try and stop it. Whatever magic his shadow was using, he had to have it too, right? He had all of his moves, so it stood to reason that Darin had some time of power like his shadow. If only he could tap into it...!]

[He starts to thrash again, flexing his arms and kicking wildly with his legs. What good was all of that strength of his if he didn't use it when he needed to?!]

[With a powerful roar, he strains himself, the chains starting to snap and tear free from their moorings.]


NNNRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!
shiro2hero: (dah nuh dah nuh jaws theme)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2017-07-17 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
[He hadn't really thought the improvised baseballs would do any good. That they'd really work a second time. Just give them a little more breathing room. When the floor starts writhing, he stops thinking. Just acts, twisting, pushing off rocks to land on others. If he's in an arena, he might as well move like it. Even if landing jostles bone, and makes him grit his teeth.]

Ch... Champion. Remember?

[His voice is rasping, hoarse and pained, but hopefully loud enough for more bravado than he's actually feeling. Like he's not listening to the rest of that statement. Now isn't the time. Now he's got to navigate the ground come to life while nursing broken nose and who knew how many other internal injuries.]

[Except now there's no Lucio to bail them out. And part of him watches the shadow launch into the air with the same tired expression he uses when Lance accidentally lets the cow inside.]

[Really?]

[Trajectory... lift... things in motion can't change midair if they have gravity working on them like this, can they? Not without continued thrust and -- forward. He has to go forward. So the shadow's said trajectory will land it behind him.]

[He has to keep moving, and so he does. Pushing himself forward through the bizarre landscape. Even if his legs are shaking, and it's hard to breathe.]

[He's got to buy time.]
pidge_out: (kicking your ass)

O3O

[personal profile] pidge_out 2017-07-17 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Pidge grimaces at the way he shakes her - it hurts, but she refuses to let him know that - and redoubles her efforts to break free, to lash out at him. Surely if she struggles hard enough she'll be able to loosen the hold "Shiro" has on her, maybe she'll land a lucky kick to his face and send those stupid sunglasses flying, maybe, maybe...]

Fuck you!! I'm NOT a little girl!!

WHERE'S SHIRO?!?!? [If her voice is shaking at all, it's because beneath all the indignant fury, she is scared. Scared that something horrible has happened to Shiro, scared that who or whatever this is will hurt the rest of her team. Scared that there may even be the tiniest grain of truth to what he's saying.]
forgeabettertomorrow: (You wanna go?!)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2017-07-17 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[The shadow wasn't exactly aiming for Shiro in particular. No, this was all part of a game. A game to see which of the two men would break first. And so he lands, dropping to a crouch with his back to Shiro as he moved behind him.]

[From this position, it was impossible for either of the men to see the twisted grin as he spoke.]


Have you figured it out yet? What he has to do? He has to return to his world to try and save it, otherwise our brother will tear it apart...! Oh but that's not all...

[The ground boils immediately behind him and a massive slab of stone erupts and rockets towards Shiro.]

He's a liability no matter where he goes...! If Diomuhr continues to grow in power like he has been, then he either needs to go home and fulfill the prophecy there...or he has to kill himself here!! Either way, you're going to lose him, Champion! His existence, his every breath, brings this world, brings you all a step closer to the void! He either needs to leave or he needs to die! And now, because of the place you've given him, he can't bring himself to do either! In you're heroic effort to support him, you've effectively trapped him in a hell he can't escape from!

[At that moment, perhaps because he's finally hearing his thoughts spoken out loud in a twisted mockery of his own voice, something snaps inside of Darin. A defiant roar becomes a scream as his rage and anguish boil over, and he tears the chains and half of the wall away, yanking his frame free and dragging bloodied metal and stone with him. Without pause, he tears the chains away from his arms, spins one end above his head and lets fly to whip at his own shadow.]

STOP IT!! STOP TALKING!!
shiro2hero: (has anyone seen my contacts??)

i love this child

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2017-07-17 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[She manages it. She cracks it across the face with a good blow. The glasses crack, cartilage cracks. And it yelps, dropping her foot to grasp at its face for a moment, snarling.]

[When it looks up again, the lower half of its face is a sheet of black ooze, matching the empty black in its eyes.]


Why do you even care? I told you the truth! I told you what he's too scared to! Why do you even still want to know! [It snarls the words, more of that black goo dripping to the floor, smoking holes following in its wake.] Or is it just words too?

Are you "just fine" like that useless shit is?
shiro2hero: (pry my morbid humor from my dead hands)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2017-07-17 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[If he'd been in better shape to start. If he hadn't been locked up for who knew how many days, dehydrated, hungry, heartbroken. Maybe the giant rock hunk could have been avoided. Maybe he could have kept up the agility for just a little bit longer. Given them more time.]

[Instead, when he ducks, it cracks him in the shoulder. It sends him flying, rolling to a stop against one of the previously pulled up boulders. More broken bones, probably. Either way, the world has gone white, his ears ringing.]

[But they love you. ... how they choose to use the opening you make is out of your hands. I'm afraid and that's why I'm not like you.]

[He shakes his head, but it's slow, groggy. It's an effort to do anything more than that. An effort just to form the words he doesn't even know will be heard. There's a ragged cough before anything else, and his mouth tastes like metal.]


All... I did...

[When he looks up again, his teeth are bared, almost like his own shadow's. Because he can see what's going on. And for a second there, it's hope.]

... was give him an opening.
forgeabettertomorrow: (Face tomorrow)

1/2

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2017-07-17 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[The chain hits its mark, whipping around and ensnaring the shadow's arm. Darin pulls it taut, yanking the monster off balance. His shadow merely plants his foot and stands his ground.]

What's wrong? Afraid of what he'll think of you when he learns the truth? That you're constantly searching for a way out? The path of least resistance?

[Darin fixates his glare on "himself," his green eyes burning with a wild fire. There is no more banter here. No witty retort, no snappy comebacks. He's done with all of that. Done with feeling sorry for himself. Done letting the people he cares about get roped into his messed up world, his impossible problems.]

[His muscles tense and he swallows the lump in his throat.]


Path of least resistance...? Never...

If you really were me...you'd know...

[He slams his foot into the stone, shattering it and gives a mighty yank on the chain, pulling his shadow towards the inevitable confrontation that Darin's spent almost his entire life trying to avoid.]

YOU'D KNOW THAT I LIVE FOR A CHALLENGE!!

THEN LET'S PUT THIS TO BED, SHALL WE?!

[The two collide with an almost impossible impact, each leading with a right straight that snaps both of their heads back in a thundering cross counter. Undeterred, the both begin exchanging earth shattering blows. They part for a moment, flipping away. Darin retrieves his black dao while his shadow molds one from the debris of the arena, and in a flash they meet once more. The ringing of metal on metal as the two of them expertly slash and parry is constant, like a wind chime caught in a squall. Sparks fly as glancing blows are deflected off of bracers, and the two literal mirror images are seemingly locked in a stalemate. Gashes open up on both of the figures, blood and black tar spraying in a wide ring around the combatants. The battle rages, but it's clear that only one of the two is beginning to slow. Cracked bones and deep cuts make his body sluggish and Darin's shadow lands a massive heel to his chest, sending Darin rocketing back in a heap as dust kicks up from the blast.]

[Slowly, Darin struggles to his feet, blood and sweat streaming down his body. His breathing is ragged...and slowly he sheathes his dao at his back, his shadow raising an eyebrow at the curious move.]


Surrendering...? A shame. I was just starting to work up a sweat.
Edited 2017-07-17 07:42 (UTC)
forgeabettertomorrow: (my story is long)

2/2

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2017-07-17 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Darin takes a long, deep breath and exhales slowly. He lifts his gaze and levels it at Shiro. His best friend. The greatest friend he's ever known in twenty five years of life.]

[And he offers his friend a warm smile.]


He's right, you know...

[He doesn't clarify as to what his shadow was 'right' about. That will become apparent soon enough. He takes another breath to clear his thoughts.]

[I know you can hear me. If you don't want to die, then you better listen up. I have a proposition for you...]

[Darin takes a step forward. And then another. A few more steps and he breaks into a run, spurring his wrecked and broken legs to carry him just a little further. Finally, he leaps into the air, bringing both of his arms tight to his sides and bears down on his shadow.]

[Unsure and tired of this farce, his shadow steels himself, sliding into an defensive stance. And in that moment, Darin crashes down like a meteor, rock and dirt and debris filling the arena from the blast and rush of air.]

[And when it clears...Darin's shadow is standing, propping up Darin's slumped body. The latter of which has been run clean through the lower abdomen, the end of a bloody dao piercing through to his back.]
deal_me_in: (I was magnificent)

NO NOT THE MALL

[personal profile] deal_me_in 2017-07-17 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
[There's been quite a bit of heavily impacting firepower being discharged from behind a flanking building. With the sheer size of the shadowy behemoth, it's practically impossible to miss, but despite all the shots striking true, quite expectedly, it's had little effect.

...not that the shooter isn't trying. There must have been about ten shots fired off in as rapid succession as one can manage with a fusion rifle, given they're usually for multiple targets and depending on the model take some time to charge before each round. But oh, is the impact glorious! ...it just doesn't do squat.

There's some cursing and a familiar Exo comes running out from his cover, his fusion rifle seeming to vanish in favor of a smaller pistol-looking firearm that he brandishes to pop off a few shots with. He abruptly disappears with something of a leap just as the gross looking mass of golem takes a swipe at him, reappearing just a few meters from Vetra's position in a brief burst of light. A tumble, and he...actually pauses, staring at Vetra for a good second or two before he scrambles around to share her cover.
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Heya! So yeah, that thing's not going anywhere.

[His Ghost appears to emerge from him, flashing into form just at his shoulder. It regards Vetra and the question she poses.]


We should be able to. If they've sealed it off from inside, I can get it open without compromising the security system.


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Re: Mei

[personal profile] warandpeace 2017-07-17 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
july 12-15.
Kaz made more of a point to go out in search for people after seeing what happened to Dorian. Mei was up there on his priority list, an urgent need to make sure she was okay, too. And it was when he was out hunting for her that he came across that thing that was hunting for someone else.]

But at first he mistook it for her.

"Mei! Over here."

He should have checked, he should really have checked. But instead, he went straight up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright?"

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