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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.
no subject
Such a waste.
Rinzler's determined to make up for lost time. He slides the blade deeper, one edge-width at a time—
—when weight slams in behind, a sharp blow driving him off, down—! Rinzler twists in shock, disk slicing free of the user's flesh at a sharp angle before he hits the ground and rolls. He comes up in a blur of violence, disk slashing out at his attacker.
no subject
no subject
She lies, every moment of every day of her life with each breath she takes. Her whole existence has always been a lie, a carefully crafted and practiced show that she sells for people around her - one that they all buy and accept without questions. Her name, body and face are all part of it and only few have been permitted to the other side of the red curtain, to see the truth behind the fiction. But one thing he's wrong about, she never lied about her voice. She's not sure if she even could fake such weakness.
Somehow she had thought that Rinzler had known her better than that. But this wasn't real Rinzler, was it.
But that thought is interrupted as the weight pressing down on her throat shifts and she can feel the air change close to her face, a new smell hitting her nostrils. That's enough to make her move again. With a small, barely notable movement, she jerks her head and opens her eyes -- met by the sight of a very familiar disk closer than ever before. "After all, I took off my mask," that alone is enough to let her know what his intentions are. And that's the last thing she'll know before the real torture began.
The pain she had felt just before the the disk sunk into her flesh now seemed like a joke, like a small sting of a fly at the worst. But this? There isn't enough words in the world to describe the pain and suffering she went through as the shadow slowly moved his disk up along her cheek. The sharp disk cutting her face, burning the flesh, the whirring sound muting her screams in her ears and the disgusting smell.
Her skin peeled off easily, like a butter to a hot knife, and he could easily kill her with a quick flick of wrist. But this wasn't supposed to be quick, right? Her entire being is shaking as she does everything she can to pry herself away from him, her legs kicking in the air and hands and finger nails blindly clawing his face. She can't see or feel anything but the weapon carving her face and all what J wishes for is escape. But it's like everything disappears around her. World is gone and only things remaining are she, shadow and the pain as if they were trapped inside of this endless cycle of pain. Even death is more welcomed than this.
She can't even tell when Tex dashes towards them and manages to push the copy of Rinzler off her. Only after few beats she realizes that the enslaving weight is off from her injured, wrecked body and that the disk is gone. With a loud and deep gasp she catches breath properly for the first time in a while and she's not sure anymore what's more painful. Her bleeding face or the lungs that are being filled with air.
no subject
—before three bullets smash through it, leaving cracked and gaping holes. There's no shattered voxels. No red-orange glow. Only empty blackness, spreading in geometric lines as Rinzler stares.
"...C҉o̸ngr҉atul͟a̛t͟i͢on̛s̡,̧ U҉̡̢͏͟s̸̡͜͢e̛҉r̸͡.̸̴̡҉̀."
The voice is harsh and cutting. Backed by an electronic distortion—and not helped, presumably, by the hole carved through his throat. It closes as the shadow speaks, darkness flitting in voxel by voxel to seal up the gap, leaving clean code.
The smile left behind is smaller. Black-eyes still gleam, but the enforcer's head dips toward Tex: the most marginal, ironic bow.
"Protecting your kind? It doesn't matter. You're the first."
As quickly as it healed, the darkness begins to melt away. Lines running. Frame dripping to a shade of tar along the ground. That vanishes too, one shadow among many. He has other places to go. Other Games, other players. And this one, at least, has earned her reprieve.
"Keep it up."