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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.



dreamkid: (That is really confusing)

[personal profile] dreamkid 2017-07-10 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
It has been quiet. The human population of St. Monmouth has dropped significantly in the last few months, and then... grown again, sort of. Matthew has seen them. Not-Declan watching him from the doorway and then melting away, not-Ronan haunting his real brother like a shade. He's seen the reports on the network.

But this is the first time he's seen himself. It's weird.

"Uh, hi," he greets in return, lifting his fingers in a confused wave. Those are his curls, his sneakers. The other Matthew is even eating his favorite fruit cup. Boof the giant dream dog comes forward from behind the real Matthew to sniff the shadow version, and he doesn't growl. That seems a good sign.

Real Matthew places his hand on the counter and moves closer.

"Yeah, sure. How to save who?" He squints, trying to find a hint of iris or pupil in the inky blackness of his twin's eyes. The next words come out in a breath. "Ronan and Declan?"
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Agent Texas

[personal profile] a_shadow 2017-07-11 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
⋆ Her life's tale is a bloody trail – Harrying – July 9-12 ⋆

The beginnings are innocuous enough. Tex goes out on her usual sort of job, leaving her home behind, and she doesn't know there's another presence there in her neighborhood, making believe that it is her. She doesn't know until later that it has gone into her home, or that it's been prowling around her condo, harassing the neighbors. She doesn't know there's anything to warn her neighbors or her boyfriend about when it comes to someone acting as an imposter, taking all the leeway it has as someone who appears to be her.

Rummaging in her kitchen, or leering in through a neighbor's window, the specter tends to disappear when confronted—nothing like Tex herself. But the people involved have no way of knowing this is only the beginning.

⋆ Her playground is the world – The violence escalates – July 12-18 ⋆

Now it's getting serious, and the shadow is clearly seen for what it is—even though Tex's shadow is seen only in its sleek black armor, it's clearly up to no good. It attacks ruthlessly when confronted, and speaks its mind about unaddressed grievances from Tex's past, to a point where Tex is left uncomfortably exposed—though Tex is seen as open about her emotions, she often keeps a tight lid on things that she refuses to mention.

"Hey punk," the shadow says to its intended victim, and then hits—hard. Tex's shadow talks with its fists first and follows up with a rejoinder later.

⋆ Make your blood run cold – The sacrifice – July 18-21 ⋆

Memories are one of the most precious things Tex has. When she hears how the shadows can be defeated, she initially resists—but soon enough she bucks up under the demand of it all and makes a conscious decision to follow through whenever necessary. She knows that she's had some memories deleted, but knowing she can save people by giving a few of those things up is inconsequential when it comes to the thought of securing other people's safety.

She confronts the shadows whenever she can, heading straight into the fray with them, and makes her best effort at meeting the requirements to give up a memory or confess some wrong that she needs to make right, if needed.
Edited 2017-07-11 05:10 (UTC)
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july 15th;

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-07-11 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
York knows what's going on in Sav, having run into his own shadow. He hasn't run into Tex's yet, though, and supposes he should have expected it when he turns at her voice and gets punched in the face -- luckily, he's also in armor and just stumbles backwards. Despite being unable to see the black eyes, it's obvious that this is the shadow. If Tex had wanted to beat him up she would have done so a long time ago.

"Heh. She's stronger than you," he tells the creature as he regains his balance.
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York

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-07-11 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
9-12; harrying

[ The shadow wears armor, which makes it impossible for those it pursues to tell that it's not York. It has no weapons, and no Delta, but the armor is disguise enough. While it cannot touch, cannot yet communicate in words, it can still threaten. You can feel its presence watching you, and perhaps you look up and see it drag a finger across its neck threateningly, or it follows you through the markets your whole way home at a distance, only vanishing when confronted. Just little things, but disconcerting to say the least, and very un-York-like. ]

12-18; violence

[ The shadow wears armor, which makes it more dangerous. And now it has the strength to fight, and York's voice within the helmet. But even without the armor, it's become indestructible. And it's coming for you, with words and fists, and it knows just where to strike.

Most in danger right now are Carolina, Tex, Wash, Kurt, Angela, L, and Shep. ]


19th; sacrifice, closed to carolina

[ York's seen Kurt and Matthew's post, and knows the sacrifice he has to make. It's just a question of getting his shadow there... but once he's with Carolina, he thinks it'll show up. He calls her TAB, asks her to come meet him in the gardens outside the Ingress Complex. Somewhere there won't be many people for collateral damage. He waits with his helmet off, so she can be certain it's him and not the double. ]
Edited 2017-07-11 06:35 (UTC)
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Violence - 16th

[personal profile] startpoint 2017-07-11 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her first mistake was allowing herself to relax in Thisavrou. It wasn't a war zone like Chorus, she didn't have to wear her armor day in and day out just in case one of the pirates decided they wanted to take a pot shot at her. Civilian clothes went from being a luxury she couldn't indulge in to a daily occurrence. So when York's shadow finds her, Carolina is completely unarmed.

By the time she sees the shadow it's too late to dodge away from the first strike, all she can do is twist her body to absorb the worst of the strike into her shoulder. The blow sends her back, her shoulder throbbing. How long has it been since she fought someone out of her armor? Straightening, Carolina shifts to keep her aching shoulder away from York's shadow, reluctant to attack while she's at such a disadvantage. ]


York, what are you doing?
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Re: Violence - 16th

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-07-11 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ The shadow straightens after the hit, advancing mercilessly. It's caught her at a disadvantage and is going to press that weakness, that vulnerability. It lashes out again, aiming to punch her in the solar plexus. And the voice that comes from the helmet is York's, but dark and angry like she's never heard him. ]

What I should have done when you showed up here. Do you want to know what it felt like, Carolina?
Edited 2017-07-11 08:56 (UTC)
a_perfect_end: The players tried for a forward pass. (!clu: i saw a beast rise up)

cw: genocide, slavery, abuse themes and content, spacism, death, guts, etc. etc.

[personal profile] a_perfect_end 2017-07-11 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
HUNTER {Shadow; OTA}

ONE: (9 - 12)

He doesn't remember going to sleep, but waking up is beautiful. This brave new world promises so much to discover, to learn and know and understand, more than he could hope to quantify--and that's not his problem. It’s never been his problem.

He is so much better than he has been in a long time, and his circuits prove it, soft electrum white. Something's different about the eyes, too…He can finally see.

The world doesn't need to be perfected--or not by him, no, not alone. The world is already perfect, just as it is, and the people in it will be. Soon. They just need a little help.

And he’s so glad to provide it.

If the street lights flicker overhead, if the local signboards sizzle and go out as he walks by, isn’t that really for the best. All sunshine makes a desert, and the dark is soft on the eyes, and he’s just enough light for two, on his own.

"...Greetings!" Smiling, friendly, gentle, neat double rows of shiny teeth. "I’ve got the best feeling about you. You feel like a winner. And this day--isn’t a wonderful day?”

TWO: (12 - 18)

Something is not right here. Something is not right here. Something is not right here.
What is not right can never be perfect. Was never perfect to begin with.

All of it’s wrong. All of it.

He never stops moving, never slows down, and there’s an edge to that sunny singsong.

“Everybody’s different, but--gotta say, your progress is not what I hoped. Let’s see if we can motivate you....”

Lights die in his wake. Vehicle alarms scream from under hoods. Windows burst outward in their frames. Thick pools of night trail in on his heels, sticking and smoking amid the crunching hail of glass.

“Oh! Look at you, still standing there--this is what I’m talking about!” soft with chagrin, leering in sympathy, “You’ve gotta run before you can walk.”

Embrace your truth, or get your face melted. Either way it’s for your own good.

THREE: (19th+)

Knives, poison, ludicrously high-caliber space rifles from the future...He can still feel that one, ringing around where the back of his head would have been, should have been, a halo of fracture and a gaping hole.

That’s cool. It’s all good--it’s just that it’s not really enough.

Anything worth having necessitates sacrifice.

White or gold, the light is gone; there will never be any light again, they’ll have no need of it in the new and gathering dark.

“Come on,” crooning, wet, like cement down a drain pipe. “I have faith in you. Or I did.”

PREY {select prompts are closed}

ONE: (9 - 12)

The only time he ventures down among the Savrites is for supplies--it’s just that his cart runs largely to batteries and fertilizer.

Oh, were you gonna take the last one? Because it’s going to be his, so you might as well get out of the way--

Besides, with his exit vector blocked, he will always turn to small talk.

“Watch where you--wow. Hey, are you okay? You, ah--don’t look so good.”


TWO: (12 - 18)

Of course there’s a mob out there howling for his derezz. That’s what mobs do. That’s every single Resistance rally ever--right before it bursts apart in a thrumming swarm of red and a hail of Sentry jackboots.

But that was there.
This is here.

No army. No base of operations. Just his corner of a three-room high rise with shrubs growing where the appliances should be. And here he is, running loose in the streets instead, just the disc on his back for company.

Yet even with nothing, he still has at his disposal the oldest lesson:

No one is ever coming to help you. If you want something done right? Do it yourself.

...Therefore.

He coils in wait behind the nearest solid surface of sufficient size.

A disc in the face will do for, “Greetings!

THREE: (19+)

Doesn’t every perfect prompt list have a wildcard option?

There’s a fixed endpoint in here--Shepard’s gonna kill him. However, the line to continue to try throughout the week forms on the left. After all, if you're gonna get your grudges out...it's important to deliver them to the right person.

Or just the person right in front of you. It's definitely one of those.

MOLTO ALLEGRO, VARIOUS; THROUGHOUT:

CLOSED TO RINZLER'S SHADOW:

The locks on his door--all eight of them--slam heavily into place, one after another.

It’s a glitching electrical storm, or something comparable in intensity and intent, everyone on edge, things moving in the half light. There’s one that looks like him, but he saw it first and he knows the law--kill your double--he just needs a few micros to regroup.

Rinzler has chosen right now to prove that he can report in ahead of schedule, and Clu can’t calculate whether that’s a convenience or further cause for alarm; the risk assessment is thrumming between points.

At least he’s not alone anymore.

A rising tension puts acid on his tongue, shrill, waspish: “Where the glitch have you been?”

CLOSED TO YORI'S SHADOW:

He knows this one; he couldn’t fail to. She is the last holdout in Rinzler’s memories, down to the core, blue and white and shining. It’s as though they were written for each other.

What is she doing here, in his path? Aren’t there hapless citizens who need saving, aren’t there kittens in trees missing their owners, just trying to get away from the living night swarming the streets?

He’s never understood why they do it, why the fate of others should matter so much when the end result of all things is disorder and destruction.

“If you’re looking for him, try Region Five,” he supplies, helpful, redundant.

All prior interaction logs confirm that she will flee within four micros or less; greater than 80 percent.
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Mei

[personal profile] frostedplum 2017-07-11 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
{ july 9-12 }
The news about the shadow clones circulates quickly enough, and Mei is concerned she may have one herself. But where does one search for such a thing? For the first few days of the outbreak, Mei is frantically searching across Kauto, a water tank strapped to her back and her endothermic blaster at her side. She doesn't hesitate to ask others if they've seen her shadow self, and she even runs into her a few times to discover that a blast of ice does nothing against the creature and it takes off again. During this period, the shadow mainly seeks out the former members of Overwatch, passing the edges of their vision before slipping away with an eerie giggle.


{ july 12-15 }
It's been fun to dog their footsteps, giggling and whispering, but now that she has them looking over their shoulders, it's time to strike. Shadow Mei seeks out 76 above all others, because as the leader of Overwatch, he deserved the greatest part of the blame. Yet along the way, she looks for others in Overwatch because they're not without fault themselves. When she finds the source of her pain, the cause of her agony, and the subject of her revenge, her voice raises to a scream as she says, "You left me to die!" before lashing out at her victim.

Mei, on the other hand, is desperate to dispel her shadow. Once Kurt and Matthew provide the means to do so, she heads out, reaching for the first person she sees with normal eyes. "Please! I-- I have to get rid of my shadow! If I tell you why she's doing this, she'll stop."
shadowblends: (❧ precarious)

violence;

[personal profile] shadowblends 2017-07-11 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kurt's had plenty of practice when it comes to evading combat.

The demon's fist flies toward him and he dips to the side, narrowly avoiding the oncoming attack, brow furrowed with confusion. He's well aware of shadow beings by now, but it's impossible to tell if it's actually his friend beneath the helmet or not. (There have been plenty of chances for him to anger people he knows without his own knowledge, so who's he to assume that it's not York in there?)]


York? [he asks with trepidation, taking this chance to backpedal a few steps.]
callamities: (oh glitch)

hunter two \o/

[personal profile] callamities 2017-07-11 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Calla knows about the copies by this point—imposters wearing people’s faces, as he understands it, following and leering from the shadows. If such creatures are here, their presence is surprisingly easy to ignore. They don’t seem to want anything to do with Calla and that suits him fine. With unfamiliar flesh-and-blood Creators on every side, their doubles hardly seem to be the most pressing worry.

Calla goes right on ignoring their existence until he’s taking one of his late night walks around the Ingress Complex—and the entire street explodes. The input matches no memory on file, save perhaps a bottle smashing against the wall, played and looped onto itself a few thousand times over, plus a chorus of wailing that he can’t—and doesn’t want to—identify. Calla ducks, reflexively and uselessly, as if it is just the bottle and not whatever is happening now.

At the very least, he isn’t damaged. Moments pass and Calla straightens stiffly, as if unsure that he still can. Glass slides from his shoulders as he looks up, bewildered—and comes face-to-face with another Created, grinning down at him, eyes a glossy black.

Audio is far too frayed to decipher any words. Calla can feel his mouth moving dumbly, forming a question even as he doesn’t hear it himself.

“What was that?”
gentlemenpreferblondes: (Of slaves around you)

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2017-07-11 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Just when you thought you had seen and lived through all the nightmares and terrible shit that there is something just needs to happen and prove you wrong. Knock the wood, be careful what you wish for and so on because it's dangerous world outside of New York.

Although, she has to admit that this time it's something new. Ssh. These.. fake people, clones, demons or whatsoever were real this time instead of product of her mind. They weren't some kind of nightmares or visions that she had experienced before. They were breathing and alive, ready to hunt anyone down. Luckily they were easy to tell apart from the real ones, though that still didn't mean there wasn't any paranoia.

And speaking of paranoia, lack of her own copy sure did grow her nervousness about the situation. Granted, J hadn't exactly gone out to seek it either but as far she could tell no one else had to? So just where was her copy? And just what it was doing? If there even was one. It's like walking on her toes all the time, fearing what will happen next.

But just as her nerves are starting to calm down and she's learning to live with the uncertainty, adapting it to her everyday life, things change again and she finds her own clone taking a bath apparently. It's a freaky sight, one that makes her wonder what's real and what's dream. Someone pinch her.

"Well. Fuck." She breathes the curse out. "That soap is freaking expensive."
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[personal profile] a_shadow 2017-07-11 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"If she were, she would have killed you a long time ago," the shadow retorts, circling to prepare for another hit. "It's your fault that she couldn't rescue Alpha. You have that on your head—you always will."

With that the shadow bolts forward to hit him squarely in the stomach.
dreamkid: (Guys be holy)

[personal profile] dreamkid 2017-07-12 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Real Matthew lets out a slow exhale, watching his double eat another peach without judgment or irritation. They're delicious, and he'd eat one more, too. His mind, however, isn't on the fruit cup when shadow Matthew hands it over, because he's still turning those words over in his head.

Yeah, you can save them.

Make no mistake, Matthew Lynch isn't a hero type and he knows it. In matters of rescuing people and making selfless choices, well. He's just a kid. But his brothers are suffering and if it came down to it, he would walk through fire for them.

He goes still, the fork and peach slice halfway to his mouth when shadow Matthew asks him about running away. "Are you dangerous?"

Boof still doesn't seem to think so. The giant dog is licking syrup off of shadow Matthew's hand.

"The other Ronan and Declan..." Matthew doesn't even know how to finish. They're the worst. "You're not just messing with me?"
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harrying

[personal profile] a_shadow 2017-07-12 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tex is leaving the condo for the day when she spots him. It's not too odd for York to be here at her home unannounced, so she calls out to him as he crosses the street nearby. ]

Hey, York.

[ Her tone is amiable, and she's ready to invite him in if he's dropping by for a chat. ]
yorisearching: (disk)

[personal profile] yorisearching 2017-07-12 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Something draws her, acid-yellow, hate, enemy. She ignores every other pull: this is the one that matters. This is the one she has to erase.

There he is.

"In fact, I was looking for you," she corrects him. He needs so many corrections. No one else in this world or any other has done more harm to Tron. No one else holds Rinzler captive to fear. No one else threatens her freedom.

She's tired of being afraid, that's all. Why should she be afraid? He can't hurt her. No one can hurt her ever again.

"You shouldn't have hurt Tron," she says, even-toned, just to clarify her position. "You shouldn't hurt Rinzler. You don't regret it enough to stop. But you will."

She knows what will make him stop.

When she draws her disk the edge lights hard and shining black.
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-07-12 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's been too long since she fought out of armor, her reactions don't feel right without the strength it adds and even though she moves to dodge the hit he still strikes her ribs hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs. Making a quick decision Carolina quickly moves back and forces herself to focus through the pain and bring her fists up. She's on the defensive and it's not good.

Even worse is the way she's reminded that York was always ranked right behind her on the leaderboard. He was one of the best and that hasn't changed. Everything about this feels wrong, the anger in his voice and the violence. She knows York, knows this isn't like him. ]


What's going on? Talk to me.
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[personal profile] shadowblends 2017-07-12 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
He isn't all that impressed with these fortresses they've been informed of, especially after seeing them in person. Sure, they seem safe enough with their highly protective measures and sturdy walls, yet he can't help being skeptical about them for some reason.

German-- familiar, but more-so is the voice that speaks the words. It's his own.

Kurt turns to look, breath leaving him in an audible huff, iridescent eyes broadening with astonishment at the practical carbon copy of himself standing at his side. He pivots on the ball of his foot and backpedals in almost one entire movement, right hand raising to cup over his mouth. Everything is identical, save for the eyes-- all black, no hint of realness to them.

"W-What is this?" demands the real Blue, suspicion creasing his features. Actually, a better question might be: "What are you?"
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COMMANDER SHEPARD ★ MASS EFFECT

[personal profile] squadgoals 2017-07-12 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Closed starters first, Open starters second! PM me here or PP me @[plurk.com profile] nijikai for questions and requests!]
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★OPEN STARTERS★

[personal profile] squadgoals 2017-07-12 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
1. CONTACT HIGH [SHADOW SHEPARD]
[You never saw her coming.

If you were on your own, a quiet area? There was no flitting visions of Shepard's shadow over your shoulder, no warning dissolution of black phosphorous acid. No cat and mouse at all: just that one minute, she wasn't there — and now, she's in front of you, closing the gap with every rapid step, full hardsuit body armor gleaming in the dull light.

Do you know this woman? Maybe you've seen her in a fight before — but never has there been such a clear and absolute bloodlust. If she had eyes, they'd be on fire. But now, they're nothing but two black pits into hell.

Maybe if you were in a busier area, you had a little more warning: screams. There's a series of gunshots — and a crack of air displacement, followed by a sharp smell of ozone. The frenzy of activity is getting closer with every cut-off cry.

Which makes sense: you're the target.]


2. I'M DONE DREAMING THAT WE CAN FLY [TRUE SHEPARD]
[She's dressed just like the other one — right down to the weaponry. Pistol, omni-blade, and a handful of blue.

It didn't take long for her to clue in — clones, replicas, shadows — hell, this wasn't her first rodeo with any of them. It figured the first time she stepped out of her apartment in-- hell, weeks, this ludicrous display would have the audacity to take place. Well-placed in her own workplace to stock up, she's sticking to every back alley or rooftop she can to move around, using her familiarity with the Ingress Complex help wherever she can — pulling people out of situations, or at least disabling shadows long enough for their victims to run.

In fact, here she is now, jumping down to join you. Maybe you're fighting your own shadow, or some random's? It doesn't matter. She's straightup knifing it down the middle, omni-blade slicing through the black, oozing matter like so much butter.

For a moment, anyone might think she's just another shadow — but her eyes are there, green, calm, and focused, and her hand is gesturing you forward, as if she knows just where to take you.]


Come on! Before it reforms!


3. AM I GUILTY BOY YOU DECIDE [TRUE SHEPARD]
[You can't catch every shadow unawares. Sometimes, they catch up to you.

Maybe she's just leaving Normandy Securities, shaken from an encounter.

Or in her apartment, checking the damage.

Or Escorting an innocent savrii, just recently escaped from a shadow themselves.

No matter how prepared you are, can you really prepare for everything? The weeks in prisonmediation have not been kind — her reaction is just a second slow...]


#. I'VE GOT NOTHING TO HIDE
[CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE! If we've talked, go for it! Otherwise, hit me up on PM or @[plurk.com profile] nijikai!]
Edited 2017-07-12 10:58 (UTC)
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★CLOSED STARTERS★

[personal profile] squadgoals 2017-07-12 10:50 am (UTC)(link)

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