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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.
Sacrifice
I'm here, what's the plan?
Re: Sacrifice
You're my bait. And my sacrifice. Did you see Kurt's post?
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I hope you're not planning anything foolish. Not without me anyways.
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[ He takes a breath, lets it out slow, stalling. Just for a moment, just to gather his courage -- he needs to get this out before the shadow appears. ]
I love you. You, not a memory but the person you are now. You've grown, gotten stronger and smarter and even more beautiful and I wasn't there for that but I want to be here for you now. If you'd let me. But.
[ And this part is actually harder. ]
I understand if you've moved on. We were never really together anyway, so if you have... then I'll leave you alone here. I know it tried to tell you that I was your fault but we both know that's not true. So you can let me go.
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[ She lets him say his piece, pour his heart out as a sacrifice to make his shadow vulnerable. She wishes he didn't have to say it because of this, that it could have happened naturally. She's been getting more comfortable with him day by day and now...
She tries to find the right thing to say, unsure how to match him on this. He deserves something. The idea comes in a flash, she pulls the lighter out of the storage compartment of her armor and holds it out to him.
It's seen better days, the metal casing scuffed and dented from the explosion. But it's also been painstakingly repaired. ]
What makes you think I moved on? I... Epsilon had copies of your journal and I had to make him encrypt them so I didn't end up like- [ Like her father. ]
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...I don't mind that you've heard them. It's nothing I didn't already wish you knew. [ He'd tell her anything, anyway, share with her everything he thinks and feels so long as she wants to hear it. He's not so sure she wanted to hear this, it was just. Necessary. ]
Are you okay? Are we okay..?
[ It would almost be nice if the shadow showed up now, York thinks, so they have something else to focus on than the delicate moment between them. Carolina's hand in his. He wants to pull her close and never let go. ]
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"I understand why she did what she did. I just wish she hadn't...I wish she could've learned to let things go."
Turns out that she's just as bad at letting go of things as anyone in her family. Here she is a universe away and she still has the lighter. She could go a week or more without thinking of him before a reminder would hit her like a sucker punch. ]
We're okay. I'm okay.
[ Or okay as anyone can be after that much emotional vulnerability. ]
Once we take of this whole... shadow thing... we should talk about this.
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...yeah, I guess we should. Look, I don't... I didn't want to just dump this on you. Nothing has to change.
[ There's still no sign of the shadow, so they can talk for a bit. He's still holding her hand, lighter pressed tight to her palm. ]
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Things always change, York. [ She smiles just a little, too reassure him that she's not upset. They've been spending a lot of time together lately and it's been good, no posturing or pretending they're just friends. ]
I know this isn't ideal but... I'm not going to run off because what you said. I promise.
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[ And with a lopsided smile he's reaching out for her, maybe to brush her hair back from her face, when something behind her catches his eye.
It's here.
York drops her hand, picks his helmet up to put it on again. ]
...ready to wreck this thing? Delta, front and center so she can tell us apart. Stay at my shoulder.
[ Delta appears glowing green at York's shoulder, nodding to confirm the order. ] I will remain visible. Good luck, York. Carolina.
[ Carolina can see York smirk before he pulls his helmet on. ] Thanks, D. But we won't need it.
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[ But before she can say anything real, the shadow shows itself.
Perfect.
She squashes down a feeling of disappointment she doesn't want to examine too closely. They have other things to take care of before they can get too much deeper into things. That little smirk before he puts his helmet on makes her smile as she follows suit and seals her helmet over her head. ]
I owe this thing a little payback for last time. It's going to be the one who needs some luck.