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hadriel_logs2016-11-15 07:46 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-11-15 07:46 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- ahsoka tano,
- alphys,
- beth washington,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- chara,
- cole,
- connor walsh,
- elmer c. albatross,
- emily,
- faith carr,
- hannah washington,
- henry percy,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- jill valentine,
- kate galloway,
- leliana,
- maketh tua,
- matt murdock,
- mello,
- miriam day,
- morrigan,
- nick rivenna,
- ryou bakura,
- sam,
- sans,
- sato,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- tiny tina,
- wade wilson,
- warrick chopper,
- will graham
Event Log: Fadeout
Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Fadeout event!
Where: All around the city
When: November 15th-November 25th
Warnings: None!
What: The event log for the Fadeout event!
Where: All around the city
When: November 15th-November 25th
Warnings: None!
The morning of November the 15th seems rather normal- that is, if you can avoid the glowing cracks in the fabric of reality tucked away among various streets. Still, they don't really seem to be doing much of anything and you can't quite see through them, so maybe they're decoration? This wouldn't be the first time the gods pulled some weird shit to shake things up around here.
By midafternoon, however, something changes. Cecily, in all her wisdom, decides to attempt to dispel one of these rifts, and the resulting shockwave sends tremors through the city. Tears throughout Hadriel open wider and allow for various demons to burst through and terrorize the various citizens. Demons will be tearing through in all corners of the city, though you can choose to avoid them if you like.
Look out for Pride and Rage demons, who attempt to brute force their way to you and feed off of your anger, steel yourselves against Despair and Fear demons who grow stronger as you give up hope, and definitely cross the street to avoid the Desire demons, who can take either male or female forms and will offer you everything you want if you just let them in.
Demons will either focus on attacking you or tempting you by taking advantage of and feeding off of your basic emotions. Agreeing to let a demon help you and mentally folding to it generally means that the demon will begin to possess you and start calling the shots- often using you as a vessel to hurt others and sow discord. If you happen to have any sort of magical abilities, extended possession can lead toward becoming an abomination after the corruption takes root.
So... you might want to avoid all of that. Luckily, there are some good things happening that can distract you- along with the demons, several nugs and fennec foxes will also pop up around the city, and if you don't want them to die a horrible death to a hungry demon, you might consider adopting them. In addition, you may find a random potion laying around- maybe this can help you fight off those demons, or maybe it'll make every nug in the city love you- or maybe it's secretly a jar of bees. Wouldn't be the first time you guys let bees in jars get a little out of hand.► This log covers November 15th-November 25th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you are murdered by a demon, become an abomination, turn your insides to sludge with a potion, or just throw yourself from a rooftop to end it all, please let us know here!
leliana ( open )
nugs
heeeey sexy lady
she's on her way to look for more supplies for the clinic when she catches sight of Leliana, mid-battle with one of the things that's appeared. )
The fuck are these things? ( she has a throwing knife in her hand, ready to launch if need be. )
puts chantry clothes on
bayonetta style nun? ayyyy
aaaay
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nugs
You know what these are? [ She must be from Cecily's world, then. ]
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nugs!
I'm sorry, uh, t-they just don't, uh, stay still, I hope that didn't hurt...
demons.
She was home - making a new life for herself, with a new name, a new identity, a fresh start with the horrors of this place behind her. Having it cruelly ripped away, being brought back - it's hard to wake up in her apartment every day, knowing that she was free and now she's not.
It's hard, but Nick is surviving. That's what she tells herself every morning - she is still breathing, so she is still surviving, and she will continue to do so until her last breath, which will be a long goddamn time from now, if Nick has any say in the matter.
She's fallen back into her old routine, working at Delight's bar, pouring drinks and lending a patient ear for the bar's patrons. The semi-regular horror show of bullshit the gods in this place like to put people through is part of that routine, but this time, something is different. Nick has survived an entire year's worth of events, mostly by hunkering down and waiting it out.
But this time, something inside of her snaps.
It has been a long, long time since she's actively gone out picking fights - something she did more as a teenager, angry, with something to prove, ready to fight the entire small world of the town that birthed and raised and shaped her. She's been in fights since, too, but they were targeted affairs, usually proving a point or simply refusing to be pushed around.
She has had enough of this bullshit. And for once, she remembers that there is something she can do about it.
She can fight.
Nick has only ever fought in Morphus when provoked - defending herself against something that has tried to harm her and her friends, or when Rage sent her into a blind, murderous fury. Nick has never actively responded to a threat when it hasn't been directly aimed at her - until now.
Because she is angry - about being here again, about being fucked with again - and she's not going to run anymore. She isn't going to hide. She's going to fight back.
So when she crosses paths with Leliana, it's as her monstrous doll self, wearing impractical black ribbons and ruffles and lace, a fissure cracked across her porcelain forehead, hands raised to aim and shoot black energy bolts at the demon she's currently facing. Her voice has a hollow, distorted quality to it, not entirely human-sounding, but still recognizable as Nick for anyone who may have heard her speak before.]
Take that, you motherfucker!
cecily trevelyan ; ota
[ It shouldn't be a surprise. It isn't, in some ways, considering how Hadriel seems to throw anything and everything possible at them from a myriad of worlds. To have such familiar things pouring in through the Door, though, is... unsettling, to say the least. When she first left home and found the rift hanging in the air, she had believed for a full moment that she was still asleep, dreaming of Thedas.
Unfortunately, it had been real, and she'd needed to act. Trying to eliminate the rift, though, had been the wrong thing to do, had opened up others in a sort of chain reaction all across the city. After she'd made a quick broadcast of warning, she had run off, knowing that the things needed to be closed as quickly as possible.
That's where she is now. The Inquisitor is dashing all around the city, taking direction from others who have seen the rifts, using the anchor to shut them for good. There are more than she guessed and, naturally, the damn things have been releasing demons into the area. Stricken and very guilty, Cecily maintains a quiet panic as she darts from here to there, trying not to make eye contact with anyone as she goes. This is her fault, after all, and though she'd only done what she thought might end the issue before it began... well. Here everyone is. ]
middle (anytime)
[ The demon situation only grows worse. Without other fighters nearby, they aggressively try to stop the Inquisitor from closing the rifts, making it impossible for her to do so on her own. Rage demons are one thing, but she'd spotted a Pride demon earlier and knows that the beasts aren't just killing, but are tempting, possessing. She isn't a mage and isn't an expert on demons, spirits, or the Fade by far, but the circumstances are clearly, painfully dire.
People are getting hurt and worse. It chills her blood as she shoots arrow after arrow into the monsters, raises her affected hand to shoot a stream of vivid green as the anchor connects with the rifts. Cecily thinks inexplicably of Sharon, of how her friend had drawn in the fog world in an attempt to end their captivity here. Though Cecily hadn't intentionally brought Thedas to Hadriel, she can only expect to face similar, if not worse, punishment for inflicting such massive danger upon her fellow residents.
Just one more, just one more - But there always seems to be more than one, and the demons don't stop. The rifts don't stop. ]
end - 11/25
[ The Inquisitor is asleep, half-sitting against a tree. It looks like she'd been coming back from the orchard as her arms are, or had been, full of what some might recognize as the herb elfroot (which is now scattered around her). Cecily snoozes, completely drained, after finally managing to close all the opened rifts with the help of the other citizens. Pup, the huge mabari, lies nearby, awake, but resting. He'd done his own share of fighting in the place of his master.
It'd be a little sad to wake her up, but it's also likely not very comfortable, the way she's sitting... ]
did you say action
Inquisitor!
( It's a call of warning as much as anything else. There were so many demons, more rifts than they could handle quickly-
Leliana knew that closing them was draining for Cecily, and that she felt guilt over them being there as she had for so much in their world. So much burden came with one title, and with one accidental encounter.
With the arrows drawing the demon's focus from Cecily to Leliana it gives her a little more time, and thankfully Leliana can kill the demon before it reaches )
NO
ollies on out
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Middle; AS PROMISED
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stuck in the middle with you!
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Miriam Day
[Apparently this is the time for Shit To Go Down. Demons are falling out of the sky, there's green shit everywhere, and Miriam has seen enough weirdness to last her about ten lives and maybe two good drug trips. But, in the meantime, life goes on and so does business.
So she's set up at the pawnshop, shifting through piles of crap and a few possible treasures like a good little businesswoman, Barnaby snoring at her feet. Demons are happening, but not in here. Other people can deal with that.
Wander inside and she'll flash a bright grin.]
Hey! You're still alive.
apartments - closed to Charlsie
[The world's gone crazy again, but it's not all bad. Miriam bangs on Charlsie's door, eyes bright, and arms wrapped tight around a box.
The box is squealing in distress. Barnaby may or may not have attempted to eat it earlier.]
Charlsie! I got a present for you!
pawnshop
[is Sato's reply, beaming over the lid of a rather large cooler he's carrying with both hands. That's one of those expressions that just seems a little funnier every time he hears it.
There's actually quite a bit of blood on his clothes (which might not be too surprising considering the circumstances outside) but he doesn't seem to be injured in the least.]
I'm glad to see you're still open for business.
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Pawnshop!
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sans | ota, will match format
city streets
Like Sans, Wade had been fully intent on finding a place away from the ensuing chaos he knows is coming. Like Sans, he knew in his heart of hearts that it probably wouldn't have made any difference-- clusterfucks like this seemed to have a way of finding him regardless of whether or not he was the cause of it-- but he figured there'd probably be a lot less collateral damage if he just stayed out of it. It's not that he was against a little chaos. Far from it, actually. It's just that he didn't feel like getting dicked around by gods who at worst got their jollies by seeing the mortals scramble around like ants under a magnifying glass, and at best didn't know their assholes from a hole in the ground. Or was it the other way around? Frankly, Wade didn't know which explanation was the preferable one.
This city, however, seems hell-bent on getting even the most reluctant of shit-stirrers involved in its little games. Which is why when Wade rounds the corner and sees Sans standing motionless before a cloaked figure grimacing at him like some sort of lovechild of Steven Tyler and Mr. Ed, Wade reacts to this with all the aplomb of one who's Seen All This Before.
"Hey there, Sans. Who's your, uh... friend?"
Doesn't stop his hand from straying to the holster at his belt, though. That thing looks rather unfriendly. And bitey.
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shops!
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Jill Valentine | OTA - will match format
[Rifts have opened up around the city, releasing a new form of monster for them to deal with. As one of the city guard, Jill felt the need to go out and help as many people as she could. She wasn't sure how, but she'd kill a demon or get someone to safety. Something had to be done.
She geared up with a crossbow, bolts, and then her sidearm and clips. Hopefully, she won't have to use any of the precious bullets to deal with the situation, but if a life was on the line, she wouldn't hesitate to do what she must.
When she thinks she hears voices down the street, she hurries to investigate and calls out.]
Hello? This is Jill Valentine of the city guard. Does anyone need help?
Middle - In Fear's Grip
[It started at home. Jill was taking a rest with every intention of going back out again later tonight to help anyone she could. She showered, brushed her blond hair, changed into a pair of black tights and a comfy over-sized t-shirt, and curled up on a chair with a cup of coffee. That's when she saw it. And she ran.
She grabbed her shoes and bolted right out the door, not stopping for an instant. By the time she was finished, it was exhaustion that made her sink to the ground, her heart beating so hard it felt as though it would burst in her chest. Jill grabbed her hair and shook. God, what was this? She was so damn afraid. There was no way. No way she could go back to her apartment.
As the night crept on, she moved into the entrance of an alley between two buildings and hugged her knees to her chest.]
Nonono... nono... please no...
[Someone passing by just might hear the woman, terrified beyond belief. Jill, normally so collected, a rock in the face of danger, was whimpering like a child.]
Beginning;
His gun was still confiscated and he'd been banned from the armory, so instead, Will was wielding a metal pipe he'd found in earlier events. ]
Jill?... Jill!
[ Comming to a halt as he dashed around the corner, skidding a little and almost bumping into her and dropping his pipe at the same time. He panted, doubling over and placing his hands on his thighs as he caught his breath. ]
I saw what I think was one of those, those things but it's near an open tear and I'm pretty sure that's where they're spawning from.
[ He'd done his best for now. Warning people off in the other direction but now Jill was here and she'd know what to do, right? She told him she was trained to fight zombies and biochemically enhanced people. Hopefully that covered demons too?...]
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Middle;
Re: Middle;
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Pharah || OTA
Pharah has by now gotten herself a room in a spire and established a routine wherein she wakes up early, uses the circular staircase for a quick, jog, showers and eats, then dons her armor and proceeds outside for patrols. She doesn't trust the rifts and generally tries to keep her distance, but she does want to keep an eye on the area in case they end up doing something weird.
Which, of course, is exactly what happens when Cecily tries to close one and Pharah's hit with the shockwave. It's not long before the demons follow, and Pharah immediately jets into the air to get away from them. From there, though, she takes a quick look around to see if anyone else needs assistance. Does she notice you? Do you flag her down? Or maybe you catch her when she's forced to land and the demons find that an opportune time to attack; maybe, then, she needs your help.
Foxes
It's not just people that Pharah helps. Well into the fight, Pharah can be seen cradling a little Fennec fox pup in her hand. At this point, she's trying to get the poor thing to safety in her own home before heading back out to the fight, but it's a fight just to get back to her apartment. Help a fox out?
demons
He ducks into a doorway to try to hide, assessing the situation. Maybe if he runs he can get home, or maybe he can use his magic to hide himself, or - something. He hates asking for help, but when he sees Pharah - well, she's much better equipped for this than he is.
"Hey," he calls out, trying to keep from attracting any attention.
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15th ✠ closed to Maketh Tua;
There are no bargains made. Henry would refuse and cut down the creature before it finished speaking. The last thing that he would do is besmirch his honour.
His trial is something much more insidious: an illusion. He has no idea that he speaks with a desire demon. Some dreams feel so real that you only learn you were dreaming after waking up.
He might as well be fast asleep the way that he stares into nothing, seeing that which is out of reach.
The themes are familiar. What is new is the pressing urge to give in.
There is a bite in the air today, a brisk and invigorating cold. Henry loves days like this when the last days of autumn teeter on the edge of winter. But then, he is Northumbrian. Iamarl looks less pleased by the weather. Perhaps the lighter clothes she prefers were suitable down south, but they are insufficient here in his home county.
He can see goosebumps on the exposed part of her forearms and feels a pang of temptation. He imagines running his hands over her skin and chasing them away. Impulse control is not his strongest point; he steps in and presses his palms to her arms.
It feels like an age since Henry was last in London, able to revel in Edward and Iamarl's company behind closed doors. It is a pity that Edward cannot just slip away as Iamarl can – besides the fact he can never travel freely, it is royal business that brings him up north – but they will reunite with him in a matter of days as court converges.
She looks at him with her expressive violet eyes, her white-painted lips parting.
“I am not so cold,” she protests, with a undercurrent of embarrassment.
Henry laughs at her particular brand of stubbornness: a determination to never inconvenience anyone however ill-advised. Too much longer outside and she will be shivering.
“What would Edward say if I dragged you back to York ailed by a chill?”
She sighs in response, but expressive as her face is he can see her folding: God forbid that she inconvenience their prince in particular. Iamarl is not a woman of many words. All conversations with her are half-spoken in physical cues. When he feels her lean in slightly, he knows he has won.
“Come along. Let us see you warmed.”
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There's work to be done. Unfortunately, Maketh can't raise Henry on his phone and he hasn't appeared at the guard post.
She tracks his phone to the apartment they share and knocks on his door, though doesn't bother waiting for him to answer. There's no time, they have work that needs to be done. "Henry? What--?"
There's a moment where she can't quite believe what she's seeing.
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Kain | OTA
[Kain is hanging out on top of Spire One, staring off into the distance when he notices something amiss. This is always a good vantage point to keep an eye on things, and he often comes here regularly while performing guard duty. He gasps on seeing that glowing green portal... thing... appear, with demons already starting to burst out of it. It reminds him far too much of the rift he dealt with in the gods' war, except instead of manikins, these are something else altogether.]
[Leaping downward, Kain lands on the ground and takes off at a run to join the fight.]
Watch out! Behind you!
[Kain shouts as he jumps into the ongoing battle, putting his lance straight through one of the fiery-looking demons, saving someone from getting hit by its flames. The demon is still going, though, and there are plenty more where that came from...]
[Joining Demons] (22nd)
[Somehow, he's gotten himself cornered. It's happened a few times, but Kain is experienced and strong enough to get out of most of these situations. Except this time. This time, a powerful Pride Demon has gotten the better of him. Kain groans as he strikes out at it desperately. But it's not the physical fight getting the better of him... it's the mental one.]
[The demon is inside his head, pushing him, using his own best strength against him and wearing him down. Tempting him. You could be so much stronger, so much more powerful, isn't that what you've always wanted? It doesn't take long until the demon gets the upper hand, a weary Kain relenting and giving in... letting the demon take hold.]
[Now, Kain will attack all allies he comes across without hesitation. If you're in his way, prepare for a fight! No one is safe.]
[Take down] (Closed to Shadow; 25th)
[Something of Kain is still in there, of course, but it's the Pride Demon calling all the shots now. He's driven to attack others, to fight and little else. With the demons' strength adding to his own, he's been a definite threat.]
[Looking for his next target, the demon-possessed dragoon sets his sights on someone else nearby. He may be a small target, but he seems to be a powerful one...]
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the Alcohol Demon || Open
The Demon is in a foul mood. Nothing new about that, but at least now he has an actual reason for it. He's currently kicking over potions just to see what they do. So far he hasn't found one full of bees, and he's not sure what the fuck they're doing other than making little poofs of smoke.
"Sure, I'm here for a fucking year and get nothing. Now we have fucking dimensional portals chock full of demons and people just fall all over themselves to get possessed." He picks a potion up and chucks it at a wall with all his strength. It briefly freezes into icy crystals and then melts. Well that's interesting.
"Why not? That sounds fun." He reaches out to touch the wall, sure does actually feel cold. "Fucking humans."
He pockets a few of the potions that match that one, ready to go beat the shit out of some demons for encroaching on his turf.
Fox Frenzy
"Stop fucking following me!" The Demon is being trailed by something small, beige and undeniably adorable. He kicks a rock at the fennec fox following him who is completely undeterred, making a tiny squeak and jumping for the Demon's feet, biting the hell out of his shoes.
He sighs and there's the distinct sense that if he could roll his eyes he would be. "Fine. You fucking killed my shoe. Good job. Now go away." Leaning down he detaches the fox from his shoelaces, his fingers getting all chewed up in the process and then tosses it a few feet away.
The tiny fox takes it as a challenge and growls leaping at the Demon's arm and trying to rip a huge chunk out of his skin. Holding his arm up so the fox is at eye level he shakes his head, "That's a bad idea."
Instead of blood his arm starts leaking a black tar-like substance and the fox lets go; coughing and choking and hacking to get the taste out of its mouth.
"Told you."
fox frenzy
Only this certainly wasn't what he'd expected to find when he peeked around a corner to make sure it was safe to come out. Most people wouldn't consider an unknown, obviously hostile creature safe by any stretch of the word. But, to be fair, whatever this person was, they hadn't hurt the small animal yet, so that meant they couldn't be all bad, right?
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matt murdock | OTA
[ Demons. Actual demons. How great. A calm week of getting used to his new, cave life and now demons. Matt almost would have preferred dragons, if he had to choose here. Demons aren't really something a blind guy would have any business facing, much as the shrieking and wails of the creatures around them make Matt want to get out and fight, not avoid them like everyone has been suggesting. If you see him around the shops, he's either A: trying to mind his own business while rage demons low-key stalk him (maybe help a blind guy out, not that he's in any real danger but he could be) or B: found himself a nug, or perhaps more accurately, a nug has found him. It's currently doing a good job of chewing on his pant leg. ]
Hey, little guy, could you...? [ Is it squeaking? These things squeak? ] Stop. Just-- great.
[ He sighs. Matt is unfortunately no good with animals so you might want to lend a hand. He kind of looks like he might consider kicking it soon. ]
2. fighting evil by moonlight
[ Okay, yeah, screw appearing normal, monsters are attacking the city. Once "night" falls in the cave, Matt is out in his black pajamas getup, ready to help people in need. He might not have magic but Matt's abilities and anger will likely entice more than few demons his way. He's not exactly equipped to fight any of these monsters, but that's never stopped him before. His sense at least do a good job of telling him where to look for people in trouble, and which cries are more likely just desire demons trying to entice him with a fake victim to rescue.
Or, uh, do they? Because right now Matt just saved someone from what appeared to be a monster, but there's something... not quite right about them, either. But then again, what does he know? He's new.
"Thank you so much," the person says. Maybe there's something visually off about them. Matt wouldn't know, but his senses aren't usually wrong. Usually. ]
Go home. Get inside where it's safe.
[ Or maybe they'll stick around, who knows ]
3. never running from a real prompt
[ wildcard me with anything else let's plot
1. looks like you could use a sidekick
[ He had accidentally shared remnants of an old pastry with a nug earlier on and it tailed him all the way back to his place. Crow left the thing snuggled in some blankets for a nap before flying back into town.
Crow glides over to land on the nug briefly. He gives it a small scratch near the rump to startle it away while taking off to fly over to a counter in the same motion. ]
They aren't so bad though. A little ugly, but once you get over that...
Oh, who am I kidding? Naked mole-rabbits? Beady little eyes and everything? They give me the shivers! Can't believe I let one follow me home. Oh, man...
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Morrigan | ota, prose or brackets fine
Trevelyan was the first person she sought out, of course; she may not be the Inquisitor that Morrigan knew, but she bears the mark of the Fade all the same. It is difficult to say who is more surprised that the attempt to close the first rift went this wrong.
A part of her wonders if it could have worked for Inquisitor Cadash, but that seems a pointless thought. Her limited time here has already proven that this place follows few expected rules. Just getting back to the spire in which she has claimed a chamber looks as though it will be a trial: a shimmering tear has opened beside it and a handful of demons roam near. Three of them are fiery rage demons while the other two are terror demons. A dangerous battle for one person, she knows, but she notices movement in the corner of her eye and quickly turns to look.
"Prepared for a fight?"
[middle - eye of the storm]
There is one very small positive note about this. Twice now she has stumbled across potions lying on the ground and narrowly avoided walking over them. Crouching, she scoops up and examines the vials she was fortunate enough to find this time. One is pure blue and faintly glowing, lyrium that will be invaluable the next time she feels her mana diminishing in combat. Another is a health potion and the last is a bottle of swirling scarlet. Her ability to call flame to her fingertips whenever she wants means she has little use for Antivan Fire, but at a time like this someone will find it helpful and under the circumstances she feels willing to share.
Just as she tucks the potions into the pouch slung around her shoulders, she hears someone -- or something -- approach. Electricity crackles in one palm as she turns, ready to aim if necessary, but when no demon meets her gaze she very slowly lets it fade. She glances down at what the stranger holds. The face may be unfamiliar to her, but the dark bluish contents of the vaguely square-shaped bottle are not.
"'Tis a Rock Armor tonic," she offers after a moment. "Drink it and for a brief time physical threats will find it more difficult to harm you."
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"Could be useful given the crazy around here." And the whole city is certainly filled with crazy these days. The demons have not been great to their host city, and Sharon cannot wait until Cecily manages to close all the rifts (and until then, demon serial killing).
"How could you tell what it was?"
sorry for the wait! the holiday week's kept me slow
absolutely no worries! holidays had me busy too!! c:
I hope they were good for you!
They were! I hope they were for you as well! <3
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She was dead which was why she had to do this. If things could be changed, if Hannah could be saved, or just kept safe here- )
I need your help.
( Was this even the right demon? She felt something, almost drawn to it as if it could help her. She was scared that it was a lie, of course, that the demon would hurt Hannah, but the need to protect her sister was greater than that. She had to do this )
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Beth! [ She stops short, eyes wide and fearful, when she finally finds her sister. Finds Beth standing near one of those... things.
Hannah raises two shaky hands as if calming a wild animal. ]
Beth - Don't do this. [ Christ, not again. She won't let Beth get hurt again. ] Whatever you want, it - it won't work. They're not genies - look at them!
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alphys (closed and open starters)
[Ha. Haha. Okay, demons, that's fine. This is fine. It's not as if enough bad things hadn't happened to her here already. Demons are just dandy.
The problem with this is that Alphys is a being made of magic, making her the living equivalent of a glowing beacon to all of these horrors running around. She tried to hole up in her apartment, but having a demon phase through your wall has a way of, uh, not making you want to be home or by yourself ever again. So she's wandering about, ducking into establishments and otherwise, trying to keep herself hidden but also still moving.
Perhaps she's stumbled upon you having your own demon problem! Or she's just barged into your house or shop uninvited. Either or, she's going to be very, very sorry about it all.]
ii. (open) okay maybe this isn't the worst
[Sometime during the week, Alphys has gained a companion! In the form of a little pink nug which seems to be darting in and out underneath her lab coat and around her tail, causing her to turn herself in circles in an attempt to catch it. The poor thing had seemed so scared, she couldn't just leave it... but now at every loud noise, it lets out a squeak, and begins to skitter off from her and hide behind the nearest person or into the nearest structure. Alphys will come in, chasing it, apologizing profusely to whoever it's decided to corner now.]
I'm sorry, they're not, uh, really mine, exactly, t-they just keep running off...
iii. (closed to rey) alright some help might be required
[There was only so much time she could keep running before she dropped, but it's not like she could stop running now.
Alphys weaved through the city, checking over her shoulder bit by bit to confirm her fears- she was being tracked by a demon. Specifically, a Fear Demon, who, unbeknownst to her, was having a fantastic time continuing to pop out from around corners to make her heart rate jump. She's not keeping track of where she's running, just trying to get away from the thing, and before she knows it, she's hit a dead end, pressing her back up against an alley wall as the thing casts a shadow down towards her and she begins to shrink to the floor.
She, ah, might need a hand out of this one.]
iv. (closed to ahsoka) trapped by the gay
[Alphys has been having a pretty okay time of it this week, despite outrunning her share of imminent Death, until about now.
When Ahsoka comes across her, Alphys is stopped dead in the middle of the street, gazing across it at someone rather intently. Of course, it only looks that way to her- to anyone else viewing, they'll be able to tell it's a Desire Demon, projecting themselves to look quite like Alphys' crush. She's obviously still, unbelieving of what she sees, but... she's not running, as she should, unable to see past the facade.]
her gay is going to be the death of her some day
and she can help a familiar face, apparently, picking up into a jog as she approaches her lizard friend. her lightsabers are already in her hands, but not turned on. ]
Hey, Alphys, now might be a good time to start getting out of that thing's way!
ok but actually
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Hakkai| Open
[Living by himself has left Hakkai to live with something else. His thoughts. His thoughts aren't exactly the example of a healthy mental and emotional state of being which makes him a prime target for these new kinds of demons to make their way into his mind.
Hakkai has been acting strange. For one, he hadn't reported to the clinic a few days into this new arrival of demons. That in itself was a red flag since he had nothing more to do with his time.
Maybe you catch him with his arm elbow deep in the chest of a monster with a blank look on his face. You might find him smiling wistfully as he plucks out the eyes of some beast with a dagger.
Whatever malicious and violent thing he's doing, it's unlike him. Or rather, it's fairly like him, but he usually keeps that side of himself out of the public eye.]
Sup dawg, I heard you like demons, so I put a demon in your demon.
[As the terror of the rift demons goes on, Hakkai's appearance has changed quite a bit. His ears are long and pointed like an elf's, there are vine markings all along his body, he has sharp claws that come to a dangerous point, and his hair is shaggier and longer in the back.
A demon has taken taken over and harnessed his repressed anger into its fuel.
So it's decided to unleash some of that anger into malice.]
There's quite a bit of cleaning up around here that I should do...
17th-ish
So it's only by chance that he comes across Hakkai mutilating some creature. He should just go - he is aware of that - but he hesitates.
He doesn't know Hakkai that well. They've talked at the clinic a few times, but not much more than that - but he knows this isn't like him. Even so, Adam should leave it alone.
He keeps his distance, at least, but he does stop.]
Um... are you all right?
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sam | open + closed | prose or brackets
Sam wakes on Hope's altar with an upright bolt and a pounding heart, gasping for air. She was dead - she remembers it, remembers Emily killing her (no, not Emily, that thing that Emily became), and it's - God, this shouldn't be possible, to be brought back after death, and yet she is.
(So why does it feel like a failure instead of a miracle?)
It's too much. It's too much, and Sam has been holding together the pieces of herself that were broken that night on the mountain with sheer determination for weeks and weeks, and she just can't anymore. She has been telling everyone - herself included - that she is fine, and it has been a lie every time, and after being dead, Sam just doesn't have what it takes to lie to herself anymore. She's alone here; there's no one for whom she needs to put on a brave face.
She draws her knees to her chest, wraps her arms tightly around her legs, and buries her face against her arms. The mask of fine she's been wearing for so long slips, and a loud sob tears out from her throat, ringing against the walls of the temple.
if you don't ask, i won't tell. (22nd; clinic; closed to simon tam)
Later, once she's regained her composure, Sam makes her way to the clinic. Experiencing death has had an effect of making nothing feel right, and Sam doesn't trust her own feelings about anything right now. She could probably use an objective, expert opinion, and who better to provide that than the one and only Dr. Tam?
"Hey." Once she finds him, Sam knocks lightly on an available surface to call his attention; the smile she offers him is thin, tired. "Who do I talk to about making an appointment for a check-up?"
just know that, just know that it all hurts, it all hurts just the same. (22nd-25th; house 1503; open to the disaster children + house visitors)
There's nothing to be done now but go home and pick up the pieces, make an attempt at rebuilding. All Sam can really do in the face of disaster is carry on, right? Besides, her friends probably need her - there's no telling who else may have been hurt.
Sam takes a deep breath, heart fluttering as she walks up the stairs and enters the front door of the house. Once inside, she waits a moment, checking for if there are any nasty surprises in store; finding none, she's announce herself as having returned.
"Hey guys ... I'm back."
24th
She knows, even though she can't remember it, that she did a lot of damage. She might even have killed someone, maybe one of her friends.
It's a few long minutes before Emily starts back towards the house, less because she really wants to face everyone and more because it's weird, being in Hope's temple for so long. He's treated her pretty well, all things considered, but it's still just... weird.
The house is in pretty rough shape, after-- how long has it been? A few days, is what Hope says it takes for him to put people back together. Jesus, how much damage did she do here? Everywhere she looks, there's something broken or burnt.
Burnt? Oh-- right. You know magic, Em. You're good at glyphcrafting.
If she hadn't learned that skill, could this have been avoided? Maybe not, but she convinces herself it's possible. Convinces herself, without even trying, that she fucked up again, fucked up because she thinks she's so smart and so good at this or that thing.
(And if this is what the furniture looks like, what about her friends? What about Matt?)
Telling herself to keep breathing evenly, she heads further inside, past the living room and into the kitchen, where she sees--
"Sam."
The rest of what Emily wants to say stays stuck in her throat: Did I hurt you?
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mello | open + closed | prose or brackets
The changes are subtle, but to the two people who live with Mello and are among those who know him the best, they should be loud as alarm bells: a fluid ease with which he now moves; a peculiar lilt to his voice when he talks; the disappearance of the scar from his face. Well, maybe that last one isn't so subtle after all - marks like that don't just disappear.
All in all, Mello appears to be in an uncharacteristic good mood. The reason for it, of course, is that he's no longer Mello but a demon in a Mello-suit, and that demon has what it wants - what it promised Mello in order to worm its way under his skin. And one of the house's other residents has something it wants even more of - power.
two fists of solid rock with brains that could explain any feeling. (city-wide; open)
It's Mello walking around, but it's also not. One dead giveaway that something is wrong is the fact that he's not wearing his trademark hooded jacket, but unlike the doppelganger who appeared weeks ago and vanished again without a trace, he's still wearing Mello's standard uniform of all black leather. He's not hiding his face, which no longer bears the large scar that serves as evidence of one of his greater failures, and there's a certain languidness to the way he walks now, a lack of tension that should seem strange to anyone who has ever crossed paths with Mello before.
He looks at you and smiles. That's definitely not normal, either.
and then came the rush of the flood, the stars at night turned deep to dust. (closed to jo and sharon)
Two human girls don't seem like much of an obstacle, really - sure, one of them has power, the demon can smell it on her, but she also has feelings for this boy, this body it has possessed. And feelings are such a strong influence, after all. The demon smiles inside of Mello's now-unscarred skin, and it looks far more sinister on him than an expression like this should appear.
"What, no hug?"
once i wanted to be the greatest.
Thus he passes right by him without acknowledgement, not even bothering to stifle a yawn. Yes, he's just gotten up and his mind is still a bit foggy. What are normal sleep schedules? Near knows many things, but that is not one of them.
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/cries gently into the void
SORRY I'M SO LATE
jack benjamin | ota
[The only demons that he's ever battled are his internal ones, and he hasn't always won those fights. So he knows that he has to be careful, too ripe for the picking for any one of the demons that are in the city right now. Most of his "fighting" consists of avoid and resist.
Rage. Despair. Pride. It's as if they sprung from his own head. But it's desire that he's on the run from now. Jack peeks around the corner, hoping to see anyone, anything but that insidious being. Seriously, give him zombies any day. He's much better with headshots than avoiding temptation.]
jack makes a friend:
[Honestly? He'd planned on slaughtering the thing. It resembles other creatures that are edible enough. Plus it's just damn ugly.
But the longer Jack carries it around, the more it's starting to grow on him. He sighs and sits down on a step, turning the thing to face him.]
You look like you belong in a cave. Somewhere dark, where you won't offend delicate eyes.
[Which Jack's aren't. He turns it around a little before tucking the creature under his arm.]
You're naked.
demons
They really seem to be getting into everyone's business around here. ]
What's after you? [ She calls to him quietly, expression severe, surveying their surroundings as she does so. She's showing signs of wear, her encounters with her own demons slowing her, forcing the dark bags beneath her eyes to deepen. ]
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ahsoka tano | open | will match format
b
Faith shoots an orb of fire the size of a beachball at the demon poised to attack Ahsoka, running top speed at her all the same.]
'Ey, wake up! Snap out of it! [She comes to a stop in front of Ahsoka, another ball of fire already formed in her hand.] It's a liar, come on! You and I, we've got this!
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piper wright / ota
[ That took all of two weeks. Less, actually - since she'd gotten here and was now getting a front row to what supposedly went on in the city. All sorts of trouble, in this case there are these weird... tears of green that spit out all kinds of shit looking things.
This is not normal. Piper has seen some shit but this is taking the cake, is that the phrase? Who cares! This is awful.
And they're everywhere.
Maybe they aren't all bad, like the little fluffy thing that looks like an animal who's name she saw in a prewar book but can't remember - but it's a little annoying how it takes to following her around the city and occasionally biting at her jacket.
And it won't. Leave. ]
Take a hint will you? Shoo!
[ A lot of good that will do. ]
demons suck
[ Piper is hunkering down, trying to stay out of the way because she really has no idea how to even deal with anything like this when one of the green flashes literally appears right near her. There isn't really a way to get past the thing that falls out of it, and she only has so much ammo for her pistol. But if she can hurt them, though - that'd be enough to get away. Right?
What she doesn't expect are the words it says to her. It's bargaining with her, and it's... tempting, to say the least. Piper's finger tightens on the trigger, but she hesitates. ]
You... no. You're gonna need to do better than that.
[ But she still feels frozen to the spot. A little bit of help would be nice, actually. ]
demons sucking
Here, right now? It's a good thing those demons are physical - makes it easier to knock them down.]
Piper, watch out!
[He shouts out that warning, hoping it'll be enough, before he fires off his laser musket down at the demon from his spot atop a boulder. A single crank might not be enough to kill it, but hopefully enough to give Piper a getaway.]
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| matt. ota & closed.
( you think you've seen quite enough shit for one lifetime, for the short eighteen years you've been alive. think there's been enough trauma with the shit you pulled, never mind the psycho on the mountain or the myriad of things you've seen since getting here (zombies, dragons, your friends who you just left months older and jaded, having seen even more of this place's insanity).
then your girlfriend becomes a demon and kills you.
yeah. if Matt thought his life had reached peak fucked-up-ness... he was sorely mistaken.
he wakes up in Hope's temple, gasping and terrified, stumbles out alone, wandering through the streets with nerves on edge. rubble falling is enough to make him jump; the sight of odd, shambling monsters makes him run.
he winds up finding a store to hide out in, busying himself in the aisles and trying to catch his breath. )
⟨ when you don't talk | closed to emily ⟩
( she doesn't come back with him. he doesn't even know she's dead until after he's back, and the days that pass between then and this is enough to give him nothing else to think about.
just that - as far as he knows - she made a deal with a demon, after everything they'd heard on the network about them. she made that deal and he died for it.
when they meet, he has nothing planned, just the grim bile that lies heavy in his gut.
she did this. )
What the hell, Emily?
i have a tissue box right here w me im riddy
And now this.
She takes her time getting back to the house, eases back into being alive and in control of her body (that's twice now, twice this shithole has produced monsters that rip her away from herself like this). Are the demons even gone yet? What's that she hears in the distance? Fighting? Screaming? She hurries up the street and into the house.
First, she runs into Sam, and later, Emily will realize that was good. Nothing could've prepared her to see Matt again, but knowing that someone is on her side means the world to her, much like it did on the mountain, when she stared death in the face with her back to the wall.
The fury in Matt's voice hits her almost as hard as his words. Emily blinks, frowns at him. She only just found out what day it is. Besides, it wasn't her fault, right, so why is he so upset?]
What?
OH GODDDD i don't know if i can handle this
ganbare us
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crow | open ( nug ) + closed to faith ( fear )
[ Crow doesn't go out of his way to be friendly with the wildlife of Hadriel. Especially when most of the monsters only want to eat him. Except a harmless nug has been following him around all day. He'd fly several streets away and the naked little thing would still manage to find him. And he just can't ignore that. ]
Look, little guy. It's time we had a chat about this.
I'm not really looking to bring a sidekick-in-training under my wing. I already have my own thing going on around here and I just don't think—
[ The nug huffs a snort. Staring quietly. ]
Okay, okay! You don't have to get emotional! We can be friends. Just don't be clingy, got it? We can hang out but when it's time to go home, we go home. Capisce?
[ And when he flies away, the nug playfully follows after him again. And now Crow seems like he's having a pretty good time with it too. ]
Nov.25 - Closed to Faith | ...keeping them is hard
[ There's a chance that an absence of Hadriel's chattiest corvid the last few days is the least of anyone's concerns compared to the demons going about. And even his small nug friend roaming around with a black feather tied around its neck can't seem to find him, but he hasn't gone far at all.
Under Faith's bed is the shivering mess of a black bird known as Crow. Muttering to himself, curled in the back corner with some of the bedding that Faith has made for him— it's a small comfort to the worming fear wiggling around his brain. He can't think about Faith though. He can't think about April either. Or anyone he cares about. Because it's impossible not to think of the horrible things that could happen to them that would be impossible for Crow to prevent. He is just a bird after all. No real skills other than 'getting things off high shelves' in the most exciting of situations. He can't fight battles for them. He can't carry them to safety. He can only abandon them to go find someone who can do all that for him.
Who really wants to be friends with a bird that useless?
He thinks he deserves to stay in this corner. He thinks he actually deserves being thrown back into a wooden chest. But the corner will do for now. ]
fear!
First she thinks it's something new and cute that might be scared and need some comfort. Then she thinks it might be one of the cute little creatures that's come in with the demons.
Grinning, ready to reach out to it, Faith lies flat on the floor and peeks in and sees someone small and cute and scared -- someone she already cares about so much.]
Crow? [Oh no, he's shaking!] You all right? What's wrong, come talk to me, yeh?
[She reaches out but doesn't touch him, an invitation, not a demand.]
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