hadriel_logs | Event Log: Null Attack

Who: Everyone!
What: The event log for the Null Attack event
Where: All over the city
When: May 29th- ?
Warnings: None

What starts as a normal day will begin to herald in the beginning of the end. On May 29th, you might see something in the sky out of the corner of your eye- blink and you miss it, but there's definitely something there, something that's not any kind of animal you've ever seen. Now that you know to look, you may be paying closer attention to the sky in order to catch the next one that flies past- a ship. A ship that that seems to be designed in a way that might remind you of the Null themselves.

As the days pass, it becomes unmistakable- the Null are here and are scouting out the area. It's time to prepare for an immediate attack and start putting all those contingency plans to good use. Will you gear up for a fight and fall into formation? Will you close and lock your doors and stay inside? Or perhaps there's some other plan that you want to enact?

You'll have time to discuss that on the network later, but now you need to start reacting to the Null's actions- which are apparently to start building smaller encampments around the city as they try to find the way inside. Confusion is holding them at bay for now but it might be time to start building some defensive measures and fortifications, because she won't be able to keep them at bay forever.

When they break in, they do so in a big way- with a massive explosion at Confusion's temple that rattles throughout the entire city. It's obvious that something has happened- and what exactly that something is reveals itself shortly when Null begin to flood the city, having broken through Confusion's protection.

This is when the fight escalates to an all-out war. Nobody is spared, and they're watching everyone from above. What will you do? How will you keep the ones you love safe? How can anyone survive this? All you can do is fight back, all we can do is wait. Good luck, Hadriel.

► This log covers the entirety of the Null attack
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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

( She can't stay by the safe zone forever, and the problem with standing on a rooftop firing arrows alone is that you make yourself a big, glaring target. Especially when you're lugging a warbow and sporting a topknot of messy, pink hair.

Still, the slice across her gut, bleeding warm and red and coppery, has wiped the earlier smile off her face and replaced it with a thin-lipped grimace and the careful breathing of someone who's trying not to make anything worse.

(There is, and always will be, the vague taste of panic in the back of her throat, trying to spread through her chest and pushed down by a litany of logical reminders. There's no time to panic, not right now.)

Thank fuck the clinic is nearby, and she half-stumbles through the door, clutching her stomach and gritting her teeth, heading for a cabinet that should hold something to clean up and stitch herself back to — well, not full health, but close enough. Something where she isn't in danger of bleeding unconscious or feeling the bile in the back of her throat rise as her hands run slick with blood.

Who has time to wait for actual volunteers for this place when you're perfectly capable of doing it yourself?

(Kate. Kate does. Tell her she's being stupid.) )

[what a coincidence, telling people they're stupid is one of Law's favorite pastimes! Especially when he's more or less on duty]

What are you doing? Sit down, I'll take care of it.

( Look here, Law, there are surely more serious injuries than this alright??? )

I've got i—

( Actually, judging by the dizziness that just hit and the bile that coats her tongue, maybe he's not entirely wrong there. Kate swallows hard and winces, a mix of acidic burn and white-hot pain searing through her torso. )

...Fine.

( Grumble grumble. Off she goes. Sitting down. )

[probably, but triage is first come first served and oh look, there's no line of waiting patients.

He snatches up a couple of things on the fly as he passes the counter, so he can manually stitch if his ability isn't going to be enough]

Talk to me, tell me how it happened.

[it should keep her alert while also imparting valuable info to augment his observations, as he bends down to examine and begin stemming the blood.]

( Sitting, currently, is not the most pleasant of experiences, and Kate had almost forgotten how the sensation of being stuck still and unable to do anything when they world is going to hell around her grates. Even for a few moments.

She grips the edge of the chair and forces the urge to wait a bit longer. )

Were trying to get to a new vantage point. Got cornered by Null. One of them managed to nick me.

( "Nick" might be a slight understatement there. )

[super understatement, yep]

Wish it were a cleaner cut but I can handle this. It... [hang on, he needs a Room to Scan and be absolutely sure] ...yes, it missed your organs by a hair. A millimeter deeper and you might have bled out before you got here.

[with his ability, he manually redirects blood flow, and even uses Takt to physically move all that excess blood onto...well, the floor will do, it's not like he's going to keep it for anything else. Makes it a lot easier to see what he's doing and where he needs to use stitches rather than special powers.]

Will your abilities help, at all? [he knows she has powers, just. Been a while since he's seen them in action]

[again, George is forgoing food and sleep to be at the Clinic 24/7. it's not easy on her, not even with her inhuman abilities, but there's a time to be easy on yourself and a time to. not.

she figures this is the latter.

so when she sees Kate crashing into the Clinic, obviously bleeding like a motherfucker and obviously searching for something to patch herself up, George releases a brief huff of frustration before going over to her.

she has healing magic now. this should be a snap, right? right]

Kate, stop that. Sit down and let me do my thing, okay?

( Look, she'd lecture you, George, but... Well, she's bleeding and using most of her strength to stay standing and not vomiting. Or hyperventilating. Probably vomiting, the warm slick of blood against her hands is revolting and fuck she hates these Null.

But she doesn't entirely hate being healed. She just assumes that the clinic is busy enough without her mistakes requiring attention. )

...Alright.

( She's not as belligerent as she was when Law asked her to, mostly because she's been through this song and dance once already, and eases herself into a seat with a hiss of pain, face scrunching in response to the discomfort. )

[any lectures would fall on entirely deaf ears. she figures there's a time and place for social niceties and that would be while they're not being attacked by the motherfucking Null.

and getting injured isn't a mistake. it's a thing that happens, especially during war]

Good. I'm gonna touch you now.

[and she reaches over to touch where Kate has been injured. blood gets on George's hand, but it's not like it's the first time that has happened. she concentrates and the hand on Kate's wound starts to glow faintly, the edges of the wound knitting together slowly, slowly, slowly, until it heals completely]

There. Better?

( Even in the midst of pain shooting through her midsection, Kate can still note the good practices of George — the mention of what she's doing, the care in her healing. She nods and grits her teeth, healing so much more convenient than stitching the wound up herself though endlessly odd as a sensation. Bits of skin and muscle knitting themselves together so quickly will never not feel weird. )

Good work.

( Let's just... flex those muscles slightly. And it's as good as new. )

Thanks.

[she's going to medical school when she gets out of this place, that much is certain. who would've thought that an impulse decision to help at the clinic would lead to something she has a real talent for, much less an actual passion for?

not her. she'd been so used to ennui and cynicism, she couldn't imagine finding something she wanted to do, only things she didn't want to do]

Thanks. [a slightly wry smile] I'm getting a lot of practice lately.

[of course it is, she's good at this shit]

How's it going out there?

Event Log: Null Attack

the clinic / ota

kate plz

but waeeee

doctor says!

gosh :|

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