hadriel_logs | Event Log: Dead Ringers

open | All over the city; If you can be good you'll live forever

[It started out as a feeling, then it turned into a thought.

Well, for a thing less than a demon, very little feeling. Or nothing, but nobody needs to know that! So they just smile.

There's so little time here, after all, for them to waste thinking about something like feelings. Once again, "Chara" has returned. The SOUL was passed over to them and they both took things down to a peaceful zero again. An nice, calm ERASE. A happy ending does not mean one can escape consequences. The moon cannot blot out the sun forever.

But again, they're wasting time. "Chara" has already made a little trip to their real's home, sneaked into their room that was off limits to everyone and removed that thing and shoved it into an envelope. It was going to be a gift for their dear Partner, but they wouldn't exactly be opposed to showing it to others. Their exit from the spire isn't exactly as graceful as it was on the way in, a kid in a stripped shirt zipping away at top speed might catch someone's attention but...

Well. It's not like "Chara" could care about such things.

Once they get out of there, however, then the real fun begins. "Chara" roams back alleyways and dark places in search of people or monsters. There's an unusual glint in their eyes and they almost seem to shamble from place to place rather than normally walk like the real one did. Perhaps, if you know how to look for it, you'll notice there's something even more wrong underneath.

But it all doesn't matter because "Chara" is smiling. Everyone liked it better when you smiled, right? And you all better smile back as they carve you to pieces...

=)]

Closed to Asriel; If you're bad, you'll die when you die

[There is one last person they need to meet.

Knowing the real one, this would likely be the last thing "Chara" does if they catch wind. But these things don't matter. Both of them are dead anyways so it doesn't matter! Well, it doesn't matter on account of "Chara" not having any feelings but what the heck.

At this point they ignore everything. Shut it all down, ERASE. Don't think about it because it isn't productive. "Chara" begins to scour the city on the hunt for their Best Friend for one last talk.

Chara began when they met Asriel and his family. "Chara" was going to end it.

It takes awhile. Asriel, if he wasn't with their real, was probably with their Partner and this was a...conversation that they wanted to have alone. But eventually, finally, finally they find him alone.]

Greetings, Asriel.

[* It's me.
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(ooc: will match your preferred format! feel free to hit me up on

ventose for further plotting, questions, etc.)

show your lines and shapes, wear your insides on the outside, show your enemy what you look like (city-wide; throughout the event)

It's difficult at first to tell that Nick's double isn't who she'd like you to believe she is, especially for those who only know her in passing, as the woman who pours drinks at Delight's bar, or maybe you remember some of her more abrasive network broadcasts, like the time she drunkenly claimed to hate every single person in Hadriel. She has that same caustic air about her, a simmering anger that rolls off her in near-palpable waves, a challenge in even the smallest glance that just dares you to try starting some shit with her. It would be easy to think you've just caught Nick on a particularly bad day - maybe at the bar, at an earlier time than Nick would normally be found, or ransacking one of the shops, or simply wandering the city streets, looking for a fight.

You might think this is simply woke-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-bed Nick - it happens to everyone, after all - but you would be dead wrong.

For one thing, Nick doesn't typically walk around town in Morphus, and that's what her double decides to do by the second day. The larger-than-life porcelain doll lumbers along at a slow gait, stalking for potential prey. Eventually, her activities escalate to something far more destructive - firing bolts of black energy from either hand, at people cross her path, buildings, whatever's nearby, laughing maniacally the entire time. Are you afraid of her? Good. You should be.

It takes some time, but Nick finally catches up to her double. If you're in the area - to help Nick fight her doppleganger, or maybe just caught in the crossfire while the two Nightbane do battle - you may hear Nick mutter angrily, something like "This bitch is toast," before she transforms herself into a mirror image of the giant doll in front of her, identical down to the fissure radiating across her porcelain forehead.

Are you watching closely? Do you know which one is the real Nick?

[Faith's double will start burning the gods' temples pretty much as soon as the idea comes to her, with Kate's double by her side to augment her powers. Your character is welcome to witness the burnings, to help her out if they hate the gods, or to get fought with a little if they try to stop her. However, if it seems to the double that your character is going to win, she'll retreat. She's god Business to take care of, namely, burning down all the gods' temples to wreck Faith's fledgeling friendship(?) with them -- and the burning down the clinic, to destroy everyone's faith in, well, Faith.

HMU on plurk @ punnyinpink if you want to handwave your character fighting or helping this jerk out or cheer her on, or if you'd like to get hurt by her somehow! Otherwise, stay tuned for the network post she's going to make tonight or tomorrow when she steals the real Faith's phone one night.]

January 16

Hope's temple is first, a symbol of how hopeless anyone's attempts to stop her are. The Faith Carr the city has come to know is a dreamer, an empty-headed optimist who could do so much if she just used the power given to her.

(The Kate at her side understands. The Kate at her side is her right hand, elevating her power to more than it could ever be on its own. If they'd just done this back home, so much death could've been avoided. Rosenberg wouldn't have stood a chance. But no -- Faith is stupid. She'd rather smile.

No more. Not here.)

Fear's temple is second, a jack-o-lantern belching smoke and promising death or ugly burns to anyone who dares try and save it. The irony there is she might be helping Fear, but he'd be a good god to have on her side if it came down to it. He will twist Faith's reputation far longer than this double ever could, because even if the other gods strike her down, the memory of this fire will outlast her.

Optimism is bullshit, and Faith Carr is a liar. That's all anyone needs to remember of this.

January 17

Burning Rage's temple feels more like she's upgrading the decor than anything, if only because of all the poetic nonsense out there about anger like fire in one's veins.

Faith Carr turned her anger into positive(!) action(!), which is cute and all, but how effective was it? Not very, judging by the death toll. If people here knew all that happened because of Faith, would they still think of her as this Loving, Giving Soul? Would they call her deeds heroic?

Maybe some people here will applaud this double's burning of the temples, but the gods themselves will turn against her, and that's enough to satisfy the copy.

Next is Delight's temple. Once it's up in flames, they go for a drink at the bar, to celebrate.

They are not destroying the bar. That would be Going Too Far.

Confusion follows, and she hopes this asshole of a god is living up to her name as she watches the flames climb their way up the structure.

January 18

Tranquility's temple follows. How will the god of chill handle this? Faith laughs as the flames rise at her command, as Kate's power makes them hotter and faster than they have any business being. Find your chill now, Tranquility.

She's left Sorrow's for last, so he can watch their path of destruction and be unsurprised by her strike, and maybe even a little crushed that even their heavy conversation a while back didn't mean she'd spare him.

Here, she goes more slowly, the fire building faster in strength than in sheer size as it consumes all the fuel in the temple.

You're not the monster, Sorrow. Faith Carr is, and all of Hadriel deserves to know it.

January 19

What's the most un-Faith and un-Kate thing a pair of doubles could do? Destroy the clinic.

So that's where they go, ready to see all of the clinic staff's hard work literally go up in flames.

Lucky for Hadriel, this is where the doubles are opposed, and where they meet their ends. The real Faith also dies, but the real Kate gets the job done, which is exactly what Faith would have wanted.

Edited (i forgot a sad sentence) 2017-01-16 20:04 (UTC)

open | guardpost; And I feel like I've got a gun, Like I've been changed more ways than one

[The traitors have established a decent filing system. Despite herself, the double is impressed.

Vaguely. She stands in the middle of the guard post, reading through files and reports and tossing them to the ground.]

Shameful. Utterly shameful.

[All these people will have to be taught a lesson.]

open | around the city; And murder is a potion of love, Sacrifice devotion thereof

[Feel like bothering either the double or original Maketh? Have at it.]

Closed to Henry | guardpost; I won't be denied or restrained, I am what the weak can't obtain

[The double surveys the guardpost with clinical detachment, wiping Maketh's sword clean with a blue sash. The symbol of the guardsmen. It feels appropriate. Now is the time for a grand gesture, to remind the people exactly where they ought to stand.

The original Maketh - the traitor - is slumped against the wall. It took a good beating to make her submit. No doubt she'll have to be executed, for the Empire is only merciful to the truly repentant, but certain gestures must be made. It's only fair.

The double examines the sword curiously. It's awful and primitive, not even a good vibro-blade. But every tool has its purpose.

Hmm. One leader down. But the guardsmen have another.

The double smiles, and types a quick message into Maketh's phone.]

Your traitorous friends will get what they deserve. I promise you.

[The original twitches, trying to rise with a snarl.

The double sighs and, quite simply, puts the sword through Maketh's chest. She hears it go thunk when it hits the wall.]

Stay put. Or I'll cripple him.

[Not that the original is long for this world. But it's important that people realize exactly how deeply their faulure extends.]

open | guardpost; I am what survives if it's slain, I am rest in peace if you aim, No I am not built of the same

[The double is gone. Off wrapping up loose ends, it said, and laughed.

Maketh presses her cheek against the wall. She ought to be in pain. Ought to be standing up and fighting, rallying her guardsmen to stand ready. It's the proper thing to do, it's her duty, it...

Pointless.

She exhales, slow and ragged. The double was effective. Used Maketh's own sword to pin her to the wall. It's a damn miracle she's not dead already, stuck to the wall like a butterfly to cork-board.

Probably won't be long now. She's going cold. Can't really move her arms.]

Henry? Henry, get up. You ass, get...up.

[He's not dead. He can't possibly be dead. The double just hurt him, that's all, he's unconscious, he just has to get up and stop this.

Maketh swallows hard. Twitches.]

Henry!

Closed to Shadow and Nick Valentine | guardpost; And I don't follow rules that you made, I think it's time I set this whole bitch ablaze

[Two leaders down. The double stands over their bodies, slumped on the floor, and smiles. She's painted the symbol of the Empire on the wall above them in blood. Horribly dramatic, but occasionally one must bend the rules of propriety in order to make a good point. Traitors must always be punished.

The double claps her hands together, nodding. She has an audience.]

Do you like it? It's a bit much, I know. Rather dramatic for my tastes. But a point had to be made. I hope you understand.

[ Open options come in original and doppelganger flavor. The bold parts are doppelganger only, go ahead and pick either. ]

1. The Park - Jan 16th-18th - Open to All

[ Look at that lovely angel sitting on a bench, admiring the sweeping arch of the river. For those who are paying close attention, he's wearing a curiously dark smile, his nose slightly crinkled, looking cheerful, his hands gently folded in his lap. When Cas notices he has company, he stirs from the bench, dropping his hands into the voluminous pockets of his coat. There's a hint of a swagger to his step as he makes his way over. His lips quirk in the corners, and he lifts up his right hand past his hip to give a little five fingered wave. ]

The park's lovely today. Are you here alone?

[ He's a pleasant, kind angel. No reason to think any different, right? That predatory look in his eye is just your imagination. ]

2. The Library - Jan 16th-18th - Open to All

[ Castiel likes the library, after all it's where the bees live, and he routinely slips in with rotting fruits or flowering plants to tempt the bees. Today he is here with a plant for the bees, looking cheerful as he slips between the rows of books, some of them stacked up in teetering towers.

He hums, contently. That's not odd at all. The plant that he is holding on the other hand is one of the insect eating pitcher plants from the collosseum/harmless. The plant is in a hanging basket style, and Cas lifts it up into the air, gently attaching it to a hanging hoop where he's hung plants before. There's an old pot with a green plant by his feet, the flowers all withered up and finished.

Sure enough, the bees are humming along curiously, getting a scent for the plant as they circle Cas. They're pretty mean bees, even now, and they don't make honey, but Castiel seems to avoid being harmed by them. He talks to them under his breath.

He might even be able to command them. ]

Hmm. I'm glad that you're happy.

3. The Clinic - Jan 16th-18th - Open to All

[ Castiel wasn't at the clinic to make trouble. He was just there to help people or so it would seem. His hands in his pocket, Cas is perched up on top of the siding by the sink, whistling an off-note tune as he watches the comings and goings of people.

He's there to help, of course. He's there to heal, after all what else is an angel good for? He wiggles his fingers in his pockets, idly - but perhaps there is a sinister sharpness to the attention of his blue eyes, the parting of his lips when the door opens, anticipating having something to dig his teeth into. Well no, not his teeth. But his blade? His fingers? Why not make someone's pain even worse?

He's all ready to slide down from his perch the moment it seems like he's needed, wordlessly eager to get involved. ]

4. For Bad!Dean

[ Cas knew where Dean's doppelganger would be heading. It was obvious, really. So the double had to intercept him, take him aside. This, what they were going to do to bring down their other selves? It had to be carefully planned, carefully executed. The ability to screw it up by accidentally stumbling into the couple together was huge, and it could screw them both up.

Cas wanted to get his claws into Dean. He wanted to tear Castiel's life apart in whatever way he could, starting with his love for this man. He wanted Dean to hate him, he wanted Cas to hurt him, irreparably, so that he would never be happy again. But if Double Dean went in there with guns blazing, he'd never get to have fun with the real Castiel either. The angel would see right through him, if the double had gone in and broken the original's neck right in front of him. Tearing Castiel down psychologically would take two to get the job done, both of them, working in tandem.

He reached out and seized Dean's arm, roughly, as he stepped up toward the door. ]

Hi, honey. We need to have a little chat.

[ With a grin, he wrenched Dean away, flew him to a safe distance, where they could talk alone. ]

5. For Good!Dean

[ All his. Dean was all his, now, and the fun could begin. Cas had given his angel blade to Dean's double, to keep it where it would be most useful. For now, though, he had no problem with replacing his doppelganger, secure in the knowledge that while Dean might be able to banish him at some point, he would never be able to escape, never be able to get the blade that would put him out of his misery.

He replaced himself, cheerful as anything, stepping neatly into the living room that Dean shared with his angel. He made himself at home, taking off his tie, and his coat, loosening the buttons of his too large shirt. He dropped onto the couch, stretched back along it, and let the fingertips of his right hand slip across the parted gap between buttons, tips of his fingers tickling lightly at his skin. ]

I think I made the bees very happy today [ he called. ]

( one | tonight's story is somewhat unique and calls for a different kind of introduction | original | open )
( She doesn't meet her double right away - in fact, not until it arrives at the clinic, ready to set all ablaze with Faith's - so, until then, Kate does what she does best. Works. Runs the rooftops. Drinks. Come chat. Give her something to do. Accuse her of trying to kill you (oops, did her double do that, well shoot). Or, you know, whatever. )

( two | but you can be sure of one thing: that's faite | double | closed to faith's double )
What a dump.

( Pretty much. Kate pulls her braids out - God, this woman's habit of keeping her hair tied back is ridiculous. And headache inducing. - and glances over at her friend. The only person worth calling a friend in a hellhole like this. Right hands and all of that. )

Should fix that.

( Because even evil lali hoes can have fun, with a dark grin and a wave of her hand. Sure, her power can't control Faith's correctly. It'll go a bit... OTT, most likely, never kept quite in check, but-

Well. That's the fun of it, isn't it? )

( three | half of me you'll never be, so you should feel threatened by me | double | open )
( Well. This should be fun. With a flick of loose hair - sign number one that all isn't right with this particular pink-haired being - Kate pulls a blade out of the bag at her hip.

Honestly. She was always such a wuss about hurting people. About the blood that splatters. Does such a thing really matter? It's easy, natural, even, to end life. Just the other half of being. People are made and they have to leave eventually.

Of course, it helps when all these people are so incredibly useless. Sitting around, living lives in this cave as though they've nothing better to do.

Well, you'll have to excuse her, but she does. So, from time to time, she excuses herself from Faith's side, makes her way through the city, looking for answers. (And really, isn't that just what Kate does anyway? She's never really given up on trying to work out what this place is, or how to get out.

She isn't smart enough to manage that, relies on such stupid things as a growing trust in the Gods, but it's cute she tries. This version of Kate, the one who stopped dealing with such foolish things as emotions and fears? She can do it. She has the ambition to do it.

The ambition, and her Faith. The one who can teach the cave at large just what a Phoenix really is. None of that smiling, I'm just an ordinary girl crap.)

Maybe, if you run into her, she'll stop and regard you for a minute with hollow brown eyes, evaluating who you are. Do I know you? Care about you? Either way, she lifts her chin, nods a greeting. )

Hey.

( > Pain equals bad
> Proceed anyway. )

( four | what you have just witnessed could be the end of a particularly terrifying nightmare. it isn't. it's the beginning | original | open, 19th onwards )
( Hope's temple is in ruins, Faith and herself - their doubles, whatever, what's the difference - burned it to the ground already, but that doesn't mean that-

No. It can't mean that Faith isn't coming back. She has to be. They burned the temples, not the gods themselves. No one knows how to burn the gods themselves.

So Kate waits outside what's left of Hope's temple, waits because there's nothing else she can do. Because she didn't catch these fuckers in time, because Faith bit it before Kate could do anything to help. Because it took all Kate had just to make sure their doppelgängers were dispatched, that they couldn't wreck the clinic the way they wrecked so many of the temples. Because, like always, she's not enough to save a friend from something. Coming around too late, being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Never enough to really make a difference.

(Wouldn't they have been better off if Marc was still alive? If he'd been there to help the others think through a plan of attack, to discover a road that would lead to less death and destruction than the path chosen did? He would have made a difference.

She wasn't enough.)

Leaning against part of the rubble, she almost looks calm on approach, until one gets closer, eyes the tension in her jaw and the way she's glaring up at the roof of the cave as if that will give her what she wants. As if her best friend will drop out of the not-sky if she's angry enough. )

Bring her back, already.

( It tears out of her throat, a growl, a demand.

A plea.

Don't let her lose Faith, too. )

[A - a wicked boy]

[By this point, Warrick playing with fire or hanging around the library aren’t sights that are all that unusual. Most of the time he’s kept the books far, far away from the fires though -- as one does when they don’t want their main form of entertainment to go to ashes. Not today!]

Put out the fire, put out the fire, put out the fire, [The witch is singing softly to himself as he tosses another book in, which of course does the exact opposite of that.] Oh you need a bullet like a hole in your head!

[He continues his cheerful skipping until he’s got a good number of books alight, and then he stops to critique his work for a moment before flicking his wrist again and causing them all to float up and flap their beautiful, burning wings. Burning book birds. Time to take them to a temple.]

[B - a wicked (?) boy]

[Anyone showing signs of injury or illness can expect a concerned-looking Warrick coming up to them and waving anxiously.]

Excuse me, I’m a mender. I can help!

[This could be either Warrick or his double. If you don’t have a preference, tell me to rng it!]

[C - a dumb boy]

[If there’s anything Warrick’s familiar with, it’s his wicked habits. So clearly the smartest option is to go to the orchard, which he has previously threatened, wielding an axe and looking disturbed.

Yep, that’ll work out great for him.]

[D - which witch is which]

Hey! Get back here!

No! Get away from me, you’re insane!

Where are you even going?

To the river so I can throw you in it!

Wh -- you wouldn’t dare.

It’s for the good of the people!

[The two green witches will continue to bicker mid-air across the cave, occasionally gesturing angrily with an axe or shaking a fist. Very effective.]

( closed to housemates; house 1 renovation needed (again) )

'Sup, dude?

[ A typical greeting in House 1 from Rose. Only, this morning it's a little... off. The reason being? It's directed at Rose to Rose. The blond stops dead in her tracks at the sound; any grogginess she'd felt upon recently waking up is immediately gone. Hearing her own voice - casual, calm, even a touch friendly - from someone that wasn't her had about the same effect that a bucket of cold water did. Her posture is taut and tension is obvious all the way down to her toes.

To her right, there's a reflection of herself lounging lazily at the table. Funny. She didn't think the kitchen had any mirrors last she checked. It's (she's?) there though and even gives a wave in greeting. Rose lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Her expression shifts from shocked to hostile. An uncharacteristic scowl now lines her face. ]

Who are y-

[ Rose starts only to have the double raise up both hands now as a 'stop' symbol. ]

Don't you recognize me? I'm hurt! It's me. It's you. [ There's an obvious ominous tinge to those words. The clone of Rose stands now and starts to take aggressive steps towards herself. In response, the original backs away but bumps into a counter before long. ]

Now you're hungry so I'm hungry. I'm gonna go out and grab a snack if you don't- [ The double's words are clipped by the sound ceramic shattering over her head. Rose had grabbed a rustic mug while she was pressed against the counter and while it wasn't the most effective weapon it succeeds in drawing a shout and hiss of pain from this evil twin as she stumbles back. Predictably, the blond starts to laugh as she pressed a palm to her now bleeding head. It's a twisted, hollow sound that makes the original Rose strike again. Her hands immediately find their way to her throat, grip instantly tight enough to choke the false version of her. The double's hands claw at Rose's as she struggles for breath. ]

Ren- Ren called you wildflower because [ a struggling wheeze ] roses were too fragile! [ Rose's eyes widen, grip loosening just a fraction. That's... something she's never told anyone. Not even Roxanne or Charlie. No one in Haven. No one across any universe should know that. ] Don't you get it? I'm you! And killing yourself would be breaking the promise you made to Hiruma, to everyone-!

[ As her words were spit out, Rose had been losing her vice grip on the woman's throat. The end of the double's statement is punctuated with a punch that Rose is too stunned to block. She retaliates quickly, however, and it's suddenly a match of speed and strength in the confined kitchen. Cookware is used for makeshift weapons, the table as a launching pad, and the poor wall is torn to shreds in several areas. Sometime during the fray, Rose's double realizes she can't win (not yet, anyway) and manages to escape by launching herself out of a window.

The original blond - tired, battered, bruised - is left in the shattered remains of their kitchen. Of inevitably the shattered remains of her life. She thinks fleetingly to go after the double but to what end? She can't kill herself. That's already something that's been established. But she can warn people, maybe. She can... ]

( ota; double trouble )

[ Rose - or who appears to be Rose - can be found hanging out in her regular haunts. The orchard is a top spot; she sings through the line of trees just like usual. ]

Looking up from underneath fractured moonlight on the sea. Reflections still look the same to me as before I went under; and it's peaceful in the deep cathedral where you cannot breathe. No need to pray, no need to speak. Now I am under all. And it's breaking over me a thousand miles down to the sea bed found the place to rest my head. Never let me go, never let me go, never let me go, never let me go.

[ If not at the orchard, the blond can be found wandering just about anywhere, really. In fact, she seems to be getting around a bit more than usual. And if she sees someone she recognizes, expect a friendly wave in tandem with that happy-go-luck smile she's no doubt now known for. ]

Hey, what's going on? [ She'll say, as if she's completely unawares to the doubles running amok through the cave. ]

(( ooc; So! There's two options for running into double!Rose. If you're cool with it, she's gonna try to eat your character. We can hash out if they do/don't actually get eaten, how harmed they might get, etc. If you're not cool with that then, well, she's just gonna drop some nasty secrets Rose has been keeping from Hadriel. Hit me up on puddingandpie or PM this journal, thanks! ))

( closed to matt; just a little can't hurt )

[ It's Rose who suggests they train; a little bit of normalcy in all this madness is good, isn't it? At least that's the point she makes. Or, hey, with all this craziness going on... It's good to train so that way he's prepared for any shit that might go down! Either way, the woman seems persistent in it though well meaning. Just like Rose actually would be. It's her double that actually makes the contact with Matt. See, the downside to being a lying liar who lies - and good at it, most of the time - is that her double is too. There's nothing suspicious about it. Yet.

She meets him at the usual place and after a warm-up they're working on some Aikido techniques today. It's more of a self-defense art, which is how to more passively disable your opponent to avoid any actual confrontation. She's in the middle of using him as an example of how this certain hold can disable a person's arm from the wrist and enable them to be pulled close to restrain them when, well, something probably surprising happens.

To that point, there'd been no indication that she had any intention to actually hurt him. But soon as he's pulled in close there'll be the searing pain of teeth sinking into his shoulder. Rose's teeth. It's not a gentle bite by any means; no, this one was meant to hurt. To tear away skin, specifically, and she'll laugh as soon as he retaliates. Because this Rose also likes to play with her food in ways that actual Rose would never. ]

What's the matter, dude? You're doing gre-

[ Before the blond can finish, a blur tackles her from the side. Both of them go rolling to the ground as snarls sound. It's... Rose? Fighting Rose? That's what it looks like, anyway. A guttural growl rumbles from the woman's chest as she wastes no time in going for the jugular of her double. She was tired of being a coward and running from this problem, like she ran from every problem. She promised Hiruma and the other Havenites that were her pack she wouldn't try to kill herself again; still, in this case, she was left with no choice. Matt, out of everyone, she had to save. She couldn't let him fall at what he thought was her hands and if that meant killing herself then so be it. She'd rather kill herself doing something good for once than just because she was too scared and selfish to keep on living.

Her jaw clamps down on the downed Rose's throat. She screams, thrashes, and then there's a terrible squelching sound of bone and tissue breaking in blood. The double makes a horrid sound like a cross between a cough and choking as the last bit of her life seizes out of her. In death, her illusion drops - just as Rose's would - leaving a monster of a woman left. The sight shocks Rose enough that her own glamour breaks, snow white hair and animal features suddenly replacing the Rose that Matt knows.

Matt. She has to explain, she has to- ]

It- it wasn't me. It, it. It was? That was me, but I... I'd never. Not again. Not. I don't want to, I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone, but I- [ Somewhere in there she'd started crying. Her mental state after Haven is a bit more fragile than she wanted to admit; hysteria is starting to settle in and it's tearing her mind asunder in painful, heart-wrenching ways.

Blood runs down her bottom jaw from her mouth, staining ivory skin and probably making it that much more horrifying in appearance. She can taste the iron of it and it makes her sick. What makes her more sick though is the hint of craving, of hunger that lingers just beneath it. ] -I'm sorry, I didn't mean. I let her run loose because I, I promised. I promised them I wouldn't, not again. I couldn't. But then she hurt you and I. I don't want to be that person anymore, I'm not that person anymore.

[ She was once. That's the most difficult part of all this, really. She was the monster that Matt just witnessed being killed. Sometimes she's so scared she still is. And she suddenly realizes that to him she must still look like it. ]

Edited 2017-01-16 23:32 (UTC)

one | i come with knives (and agony) | shops, january sixteen

[rope. lighter fluid. bleach. trash bags. spade. while some of those things might qualify on a normal shopping list, the grouping of them doesn't paint a very good picture. connor isn't stupid, he knows better than to go advertising all the things he's picking up, but you might catch him at it anyway.

the problem is, this is hadriel and not some random gas station convenience store that could conveniently get you all the right materials for a proper murder. the searching takes longer than he wants it to, sifting through useless baubles on his way to finding what he really wants. he's tenacious, though, not giving up until he finds the right items or at least...the closest approximation to them. twine for hay? that'll do, plus it'll probably chafe worse. and honestly who needs lighter fluid, necessarily? there's so many things that are flammable.

murder was an art. the sloppy shit the keating five had gotten away with was full of basic, children's mistakes. but connor knew better. he'd always known better, deep down somewhere. and maybe the connor that had made those mistakes knew better in an academic way, in a "we have to keep ourselves safe" way. but this connor? well. knowledge was a dangerous tool. and what hadn't he learned from annalise, really?

besides, getting away with it was the fun part. and he was going to have a lot of fun tonight.]

two | let's kill tonight | delight's bar, throughout event

[connor was such a mess of contradictions. for all of his drinking and flirting and teasing smiles, when it came down to it he was so hung up on oliver back home, too scared to make the same mistake again. too scared that he'd see oliver again and have to explain. he walked in the middle, pretending he was still the boy who could flirt easy and act on it with no consequence, but in reality did nothing for it.

it was fucking pathetic was what it was.

but with connor out of the picture, his double was free to...fix that. Ruin some friendships in the process, do the thing connor was so afraid of. whenever he came back, whenever hope finally decided to revive all the originals, he'd have consequences left that had nothing to do with the murder. he could sow the seeds of discontent, ones that would keep reaping benefits well after he was gone.

and what was better than a legacy?]

Can I buy you a drink?

[the perfect picture of charming. connor walsh had always know how to be perfect, how to get what he wanted. he had just forgotten how to use it.]

three | do you know where the wild things go? | around; whenever

[if he wanted to survive as long as possible, wanted not to get killed off by some random do-gooder looking to avenge connor's good name, he was going to need to blend in. act normal. that wasn't asking for much - connor was sarcastic even on a good day. so much of what he could and would do was plausible as something connor would do, but with just a tinge of maliciousness. everything calculated as he tried to get good and ingratiated to destroy everything from the inside out.

it's easy to stick to the same routines - morning jog around the city, trip to the library to try again to find anything useful (stupid waste of time, but whatever, connor could live his life how he wanted), stopping by the orchard to pick some food, delight's bar, and then home later to spend time with his roommates. maybe you catch him at any part during that, or at a break by the river or on some random trip to the shops.

connor's a friendly guy, right? he's not going to bite if you say hi. and for him, every interaction is an opportunity. he's not about to squander them.]

in the city: (original)

[jack is something of an expert when it comes to ruining his own life. his ambition ultimately became a series of bad decisions and even worse habits. he aligned with bad men and pushed the good ones away, one all the way into his grave.

the last thing he needs is help doing it.

it's like passing a mirror and catching a glimpse of himself, except the eyes are a little sharper, the curve of the mouth a little more wicked. jack almost wouldn't have thought it possible, but isn't that an encouraging sign? maybe he's becoming a better man after all.

and that bastard wants to ruin it all. anyone who comes across jack will likely find him with a weapon in his hand and looking hellbent on violence. but he stops dead in his tracks, lips pursed before he speaks.]

It's not what it looks like.

[believe him, or not.]

the bar: (double)

[he could've had everything. he would have had everything. but no, the basest desires ruined the little prince, too many drinks and emotions and a staggering inability to keep it in his pants.

he's trying to remake himself more here, and it's ben noticed. but what jack's really been doing is lying to himself. he's come to help him out, show him who he really is.

it'll be easy. what ruined him one can ruin him again.]

I think I'm in love with Delight. [jack finishes his drink and looks over, leans over.] But I bet you could change that.

closed to johnny: (double)

[jack should know that it was going to come to this. he thinks that he will realize it, once he picks up on the pattern, realizes that there's a bigger game than kill or be killed being played here. he hopes it brings him right to johnny's door; he just won't be the first one there.]

What took you so long to answer?

[A - b horror film]

[An Izabel double is a hard creature to find, seeing as she’s missing her usual pink, teen form. Instead, she’s lounging around as a pile of snakes turning inside-out, a venus flytrap-headed dog, a pit of teeth in the ground, a flying manta ray coated in dangerous spines, and a whole bunch of other horrific musings.

At least she’s still an illusion?]

[B - worst movie ever]

[Meanwhile, our true alien friend is just kind of chilling with a tub of fake popcorn at the antics going around, though if someone approaches her looking genuinely distressed, she’ll drop the act. Not that she’s good for much besides conversation at the moment.]

Firo's grateful for the relatively quiet last couple weeks. After the danger and drama of the attack on the Guard headquarters, he's ready to lie low. But it is, of course, pretty boring to stay at home, though. So here he is, strolling to the bar to get a drink and look for any friendly faces.

When Firo sees a familiar hat down the street, he waves and trots closer. "So you're out and about, huh? Had any problems?"

He wouldn't expect Sato to keep to himself for long, but he does have to wonder what the Guard's going to do about this. Sato's freedom has to be a slap in the face to them, he assumes.

i. In all my spite.

[Heya. Have you been busy?

"Frisk" has.

They don't bother to look around them. Head high, pace sure- it's with determined steps that they ring around the edges of the city, barely dipping their toes into the tunnels that lay beyond, and meeting the beasts that await them there with nary a smile. Nary an anything, at that.

Probably help if they, uh, laughed. Or, y'know, emoted at all?

But it's just not their thing.

And whilst their clothes may be increasingly bloody, as their wide circle begins to turn inwards, to the city streets and the buildings they know, they've got miles and miles to go, before they've reached what they want.

100% fail rate.]

ii. I'll turn it off.

Move.

[It's a blank, cold voice, one that's uttered without greeting. Hadriel has alleyways. Many, many alleyways. Even when the...haha, when the 'sun' is out, there's always somewhere in this city that's dark. Sheltered. Enclosed.

And rather narrow.

So really, that just makes it the perfect place to replay some of your favorite horror tropes, such as wandering down a dark corridor. A sudden voice. And a bloody, listless child standing behind you where a child wasn't before, knife in hand.

You heard them, right?

Move.

Because they won't be asking again.]

iii. Just turn it off

[Whatever the heck you want my dudes surprise me.]

[Starters incoming! Will add more later.]

[a: evil twin (open)]

[Adam's double is not in the city for very long - his days are numbered, and that number ticks down incredibly quick. But for the first couple days of the event, he can be found around the city.

If you happen to be at the clinic, you may come across him organizing supplies. Or at least that's what it appears to be - in fact, he's putting everything in exactly the wrong place, making vital medical supplies just that much more difficult to find in an emergency. Petty? Yes, and in just the way the real Adam would never be. But unless you look closely, it'll simply look like he's doing his job.

Otherwise, you might meet him on the streets. Adam has been in the city for more than a year, he knows his way around. It's not uncommon for him to help newcomers with directions, help people find shelter, direct them to the clinic. And his double is so ready to be helpful too. If he sees someone who looks confused or upset, he'll approach.]

Hey, are you okay?

[How nice of him. Naturally, whether you run into Adam's double on the streets or in the clinic, he'll miss no opportunity to destroy your opinion of his original - and, if possible, to make you feel bad about yourself, too. Or hey. Punch you in the face, if it seems like a good idea.]

[b: does this count as murder or suicide (closed to ronan)]

[Something is going on. Adam knows that much, though more than that he can't be sure about. Whatever it is, though, it's making him uncomfortable. But there are no monsters rampaging through the streets, nothing obvious - so he'll continue living his life. There's really nothing else to be done, after all.

He usually goes to the orchard around this time, to tend to the trees and bushes and to collect fresh fruit for their house. So he's going to go, as he would normally, but - if something is going on, he'd rather not be alone. Maybe nothing will happen, but Adam would always rather be safe. And it's not so strange for him to go with Ronan. They spend so much time together.

The walk to the orchard is peaceful enough. The city seems fine. The orchard is peaceful too, and Adam's shoulder relax a little. He'd rather not let on that he was worried.]

Maybe we can find some of the weird egg-shaped ones that taste like strawberries.

[c: post-self murder (open)]

[This has not been such a very good week. Adam doesn't particularly want to be at home, and while he's probably safe enough out in the city - his double is dead, after all - he doesn't want to tempt fate by wandering around. His usual haunts, the orchard and the clinic, are also places he'd rather avoid for now.

So he goes to the library instead, where he hasn't spent much time since his early days in the city. After realizing how few of the books were in any language he understood, he focused his energy on more useful things. Right now, though, it's a quiet, calm place where he might have a chance to order his thoughts.

He pages through a confusing book, lacking any sort of concentration, until his reverie is interrupted by a sound. He looks up then, brow wrinkling, instantly tense.]

Hello?

[A - overtaken by darkness]

[Finally... I was so tired of being a flower.

Are you there? It's me, your best friend!

ASRIEL DREEMURR.

And he keeps that shape so well, doesn't he? Looks just like a little child, down to the fuzzy little ears and the barest little pedicles - peduncles - of horns that were too new and too young to have properly sprouted. Only sometimes, there's something not quite right with his face. It seems too... mutable. Shifts too easily. Distorts into a blank, simple smiley face, into a hideous fanged maw, into a fanged beast with inky sclera and ruthless emptiness in its stare.

When you're empty inside, after all, becoming someone different is easy. Changing things around is the most effortless thing in the world! Because your compassion, your personality, your connections... they're all just an act, huh?

But he'll act. Oh boy, will he ever! He sits outside in a cozy little corner of the city ("cozy," like this miserable pit isn't a wretched unsafe dump) with his twee little crayons and his pad of paper, doodling his sweet innocent doodles like he's never done anything in his life but smile.]

Howdy! Wanna come play? I've got a good feeling that today's gonna be lots of fun.

[B - i will lodge under the boughs of a tree]

[The real Asriel is out of the way, and he couldn't be happier about that. Now he has free reign to show everyone the TRUE nature of this world, the ugly truth about the pasty little liar trying to be all honey and sweetness. The distortions come more easily now that there's less reason to hide them. Black slash creeping up his cheekbones when he smiles too wide, a laugh that's high-pitched and distorted and vile, claws that occasionally seem somehow too real as they go thorn-red and surge from his paws, white limbs losing their cohesion for a split-second, like the fur is nothing more than a thin coat draped over a seething mass of thorny vines.

Then blink, and it's gone. This is the Asriel everyone likes best. The one everyone prefers to see. All tiny and wearing his precious little sad, sweet smile. Just a little angel, giving you a honeyed look of concern.]

Golly, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost!

[C - flowers alone host me tonight - Closed to Alphys]

[There's one person in particular he refuses to miss out on finding.

The brilliant Dr. Alphys.

It's only fair, after all, that she realizes what she did. She'd want to know the truth, wouldn't she? It would be awful if she were to get too complacent. Start thinking she can sweep her crimes under the rug. It's positively disgusting, the way she parades around the place right in front of Asriel. The one mistake that she'll never, ever own up to, and he just has to quietly swallow that knowledge down.

What an awful person she is, forcing a child to live like that.

It's only fair. It's the right thing to do. She'd got to know what she's done. Surely she'd thank him for it. No good person would be happier to force him to keep suffering in silence!]

Oh doctor...?

[He calls in a singsong voice, too chipper and bright for Asriel. Just right, however, for a soulless vessel.]

Where are you, doctor? You can't keep hiding in that gloomy basement of yours forever, hee hee!

The Clinic- double
[It's fairly early into the event, but Ronan's double is already on the move- though you wouldn't know it by looking at him. He appears to be the same sort of disagreeable jerk as ever, carrying his bag over one shoulder and pressing in through the open clinic door without knocking.]

Supplies, [he murmurs gruffly to the first person he sees and tosses the bag on the nearby table. It's up to you guys to sort out now.]

Streets- double
[When he's not hanging around his house, Ronan is exploring. He's already disposed of the body and replaced the animals early on, and so now all he needs is to cause as much havoc as he can. Havoc is something that the original Ronan was good at, and starting shit now is simply taking his already-present personality traits into a bit of an extreme.

So, he's stalking through the streets, dragging his nailbat with him. It makes a satisfying noise against the ground and when he lifts it every now and again to bang against the various structures he passes. His raven flies above him, ever vigilant, and just as dark as he is.

It only takes a hint of movement- a shadow up ahead, anything- to hone in Ronan's attention, and his eyes narrow toward his victim as his pace begins to pick up.]

Hey, hold up.

[You might not want to listen to him.]

Bar- double
[Of course, no bar scene would be complete without a surly, leather jacket/buzzed hair/tattooed hoodlum leaning over the bar with his fist curled around a drink. Ronan likes it here, and despite his stooped posture, his eyes are wild, flitting around the room for any sense of discord or unease. He's not going to take any slight lying down, and of course, it isn't long before he straightens up and nods his head aggressively toward someone a few stools over, with a sneer on his face.]

What the fuck are you looking at?

Home- double | closed
[The smell is going to get problematic in a few more days, but Ronan doesn't think about that quite yet. It wasn't difficult, getting the drop on his original self- the difficult part was figuring out what to do with the body and with Chainsaw and Aspen, who are now limp and unconscious for the duration of Ronan's death.

The solution is less than elegant, but Ronan never pretended to be a mastermind. He'd simply brought all the bodies upstairs and shoved them under one of the beds in the unused bedroom, making sure that the blankets fell over them before collapsing on the mattress on top and setting about dreaming up new copies of Ronan's beloved bird and Adam's dog.

And now, almost a full week later, he hasn't been caught yet. The double is in the kitchen before anyone comes home, humming softly to himself as he stirs the pot of soup he'd been making. Ronan was never skilled at cooking and so he isn't either, but he puts some form of effort into it.

He's waiting until the others get home. He knows that this can't go on much longer, so tonight- tonight has to be the end of it, some kind of finale that puts everything else he's done to shame.

Alone in the kitchen, with all of the knives and the cleaning products and the food, Ronan is coming up with a plan.]

Other
[[Ronan is dying just a couple days into the event, but feel free to hit up either him or his double! I'm totally willing to roll with anything :)]]

[ Hannah wakes on this particular morning to a strange dream. She's lying in bed and she is looking up at... herself, looming, an exact copy. Her brain is thick with sleep, so the confusion is slow, and she can't do anything but blink up at the double before, in a flash of silver, a knife stabs into her gut. She's horrified and in pain and doesn't make a sound as it happens until she is truly and sincerely dead.

Her double had not considered the mess. She isn't a trained killer. "Hannah" rubs her eyes hurriedly, wipes flecks of blood from her face, tries not to look at the mess that she'd made on her (?) bed. Gingerly, she covers the bloody corpse with a blanket.

She leaves with the intention of never returning to that room.

The city is fraught with opportunity. Hannah's double looks around, wringing her hands, feeling... vulnerable. Feeling list she wishes she hadn't left the murder weapon at the scene, not because of the possibility of drawing suspicion, but because she wants something to defend herself with now. As such, she goes in search of another, of something that she can hold firm in her hands to make herself feel better.

Then, she comes up with a plan. It's half-baked and obvious, really, but it's a direction. It's not good to leave the mind unoccupied and she'd started to feel restless, but now - now, she knows what she has to do. She thinks of Emily and Matt, who are still here, and of the others who had escaped. They got to go back to their nice, warm homes, to their lives. They hadn't suffered at all, but the Washingtons had suffered endlessly.

No more. And... she decides that, at least, the ones who are here can hear all that she has to say. They can answer for the rest.

Hannah's double moves around the city to find them, eyes bright with purpose. ]

i. my mind is a safe, and if i keep it in we all get rich

[Hey there, Hadriel! Did you leave your room door open? Did you come in to your place of work and find the lock mysteriously open? Perhaps you just forgot to lock up last night, or a friend or roommate was mistaken.

Or, perhaps, there is a small, labcoated lizard in there, rooting through your stuff.

If you get the chance to watch her work, she's very meticulous- everything is picked up and put right back where she found it, though she does seem to be giving special attention to books and notes. If she finds something she's interested in, she'll copy it into a personal journal, and then gently replace it. Very infrequently, if she finds something small but valuable (she's especially gravitating towards circuitry or working, small electronics), she might just slip it into her pocket and be out as quickly as she came.

So, y'know. Take. You might wonder why she leaves anything amiss at all, if she's looking not to get noticed.

Unless, of course, she really wants to be caught.]

ii. i've got a lot of friends who are stars but some are just black holes

[And now, for phase two. "Alphys" is seeking people out, specifically playing the part of her crying, stuttering counterpart. Looking to garner sympathy, get people in close, especially those she knows will have an emotional connection. Now, she's not a killer- not enough Determination, not enough ATK and DEF to get the job done. But that's not her point. What she has here is knowledge- knowledge of her other's mistakes, the things she ran from, the things she would never want exposed. All of the little lies Alphys has been keeping since even before her stay here in Hadriel.

But people will believe it if she's making the "confessions" for her other. If she's finally ready to admit to her misdeeds.

And maybe her double isn't planning to be quite so sorry about the things she's done.]

(Their ...'original' as one might refer to them, is entirely too obsessed with looks. Art, fashion, the constant need to appear intelligent and useful... the last one isn't really a looks thing, but still, ugh!

It does make it REALLY easy to ruin them though. The little robot grinned and chuckled. They aren't particularly interested in dying and they aren't very well equipped to handle a fight with either their original or their roommate, so they're avoiding the both of them for now, but that's okay, because the real Turing's sensibilities are easy enough to fuck with from a distance. Of course, they have... more direct plans for later once they figure out a good way to avoid a fight, but for now, destroying things they find beautiful will do nicely! Even better if people who catch them happen to mistake them for the original... they could ruin their reputation before they even earned one!

In other words, there's now a tiny robot on a rampage of graffiti and vandalism. Whether they're smashing potted plants, covering everything in nasty images with offensive colors, or even destroying the artwork of others, whenever you spot them they're almost certainly doing something bad, and they don't feel bad about it at all. They may even turn around and take the opportunity to start insulting you. Little jerk.)

Double

[Pharah is righteous, headstrong, and honest. So, what is she doing vandalizing storefronts? Kicking over scooters? Or the smug, condescending grin she's giving you? That's definitely a new look for Fareeha.]

Fareeha

[At first she doesn't realize anything is wrong; maybe a little more destruction in the city, which she's trying to find the culprit for, but it's mostly harmless, petty things. Right? Or maybe you've come to ask why she was so mean to you earlier?]

Aerial battle

[By now Fareeha has figured out she's got someone trying to sabatogue her life and has finally confronted her; there's currently two armored individuals peaking and dipping in the air and among the buildings, rockets flying left and right - as well as insults in Arabic. Do you watch? Make bets? Get the hell out of the way from errant missles?]

a | are you proud of me? (OPEN)

[ these idiots are taking her for granted. after all she's been through, after all the operations she led and lives she spent and lives she had to take, all that ahsoka tano's legacy in hadriel amounts to is as a lowly member of the guard, a pair of reliable weapons in a fight, a pleasant but ultimately unremarkable personality. back in her home galaxy, she's been leading wars since she was a teenager but here, the thing she's firmest with is training her pet fennec.

as far as her double is concerned, pointing this out to everyone who knows ahsoka is doing her original a favour, not to mention setting herself up for success when she figures out how to take the pushover out of the picture and establish a new life with the respect she deserves. so for the first few days, she's careful to avoid crossing paths with her original, obscuring the force well enough that it'll only feel like another particularly cloudy day in hadriel. this is when her charisma is going to shine, when she offers her usual warm greetings to her fellow members of the guard, ready to engage them in conversation and ready to make them bend to her, if that's what it takes. this is when she seeks out those that ahsoka's allowed herself to get at all attached to, saying it's just to check in, because she's worried about them.

these people don't know the half of ahsoka's power or strength. but they will. and they'll respect every bit of it. ]

b | tear you apart (closed to kylo ren)

[ ahsoka never uses her communicator to get in touch with kylo, anyway. she tells him when they're meeting next and where. she waits for him. some days, she sits in a public space and reaches out with whatever weak threads of bond are slowly forming between them to coax him out into joining her for an impromptu session. it's always been easier to stay fulcrum to him that way, not to mention good practice at discipline.

so that's how her double finds him now, naturally. tracking him in the force until she turns up in front of him on his way back to where he lives. she doesn't look any different than the last time he spoke to ahsoka, of course, and she even has a little quirk to her lips as she tilts her head in greeting. ]

My apprentice. [ there's a tell: a word she's never used on him before. ] We should have a talk.

c | wildcard

[ both versions of ahsoka are going to be available for any hero things: keeping patrol, making sure no monsters creep in at the edge of the city, jumping in to help with any fights. it's just that one is putting effort into avoiding the other and that's the one you don't want to stick around to talk to once she's gotten you to safety. by the last few days, it'll only be the original left, sporting some new wounds but still trying to protect everybody. that's still what she does best.

(feel free to just throw something here or hit me up for plotting at eflat! ) ]

January 16th - 19th: Rude Awakening!

[ Will was laying on the couch when he first came around, eyes heavy and sore like a hangover from hell, yet he hadn't been drinking the night before, had he? Groggy and with the pounding dullness of a headache, Will touched his fingertips to his forehead, rubbing lightly to ease the pressure. Opening his eyes, Will was met with double vision. The room spinning around and that pounding in his head grew all the stronger, in fact, as he removed his hand from his head, Will noticed that the tips of his fingers were slick with something. ]

B-... Blood?

[ He uttered out, half startled, half asleep. It was then that Will tried to raise to his feet, only to be pushed down by the shoulder from a more than familiar hand. Now he really was seeing double! Looking up to face the person holding him down, Will couldn't quite believe his eyes! ... He was looking at himself!

Will's double made no attempt at beating around the bush, from the moment he'd found himself in Will's apartment, he'd already decided he wanted to make the most of this. As he held Will down on the couch, a knee to his chest and forearm across his throat, the man apologized in a fake tone that Will didn't much like, before delivering a harsh blow to the head, sending Will back into a clouded dream state.

Hours later, Will woke, once again with a headache from hell, only this time he found himself tied up at the foot of the beds in his spare room. The door was left open a crack, so Will was able to see a little of what was going on in the hall and his room across from it. What he saw sent a shiver down his spine. The man who doubled his image was busy collecting things. Things that Will found disturbing, such as various monster carcasses, especially those with horns, antlers and sharp protruding bones. He'd been sharpening them, placing them on the walls and tables of Will's apartment, like he was getting ready for something.

The days blurred into each other and Will could no longer tell them apart. How long had he been a prisoner in his own home? How long was this going to go on for? Dehydrated, tired and sore he could do nothing but listen to the random sounds that came from the other rooms in his apartment. Sounds that troubled him. Some sounded like sawing and stabbing, now and then he was sure he could hear gurgling, muffled screaming and crying. Just what the hell was going on! ]

January 19th - 22nd: The Chesapeake Ripper!

[ With Will contained and out of the picture, his double now had free run of Will's life. Donning himself in Will's clothes and taking his phone with him too, he was able to keep track of the people in the city, pretty easily. He had all the same feelings as Will, even thought the same kind of thoughts, however, there was a part of him that had nothing in common with Will at all. The part of him that wanted to actively engage in the evil, debasing and downright sadistic thoughts that Will pushed into his subconscious. Too many years of getting into the heads of psychopath killers made a wonderful bank of memories and thoughts to play with.

As he walked around the city, heading to the places Will was known to haunt such as Delight's bar, the lake and outside of the clinic, he was scouting for his next victim and where to display his last. Oh yes, this Will had been a busy boy indeed! Already he had captured and mutilated two females, their bodies were rotting up a stink in the bathroom of Will's apartment, he wasn't finished with them yet, though he'd already taken the pleasure of removing certain organs that he'd prepared and cooked over the last few nights, soon he'd find a nice place to display them, the works of art that they were. He was on the hunt for more, he had so many plans but these were just the practice dummies. Yes, Will was on the lookout for someone very special and specifically special to Will. Maybe that had been why the previous girls he'd taken and maimed had a striking resemblance to one Jill Valentine?

As he searched the cave for hours on end, Will finally took a break, heading to the bar for some refreshments and taking the time to scroll through all of the contacts in the phone. checking which ones he'd like to meet. Maybe, if you were so unfortunate, you'd receive a text from him inviting you out for a drink? Maybe even a voice mail or phone call. He was growing desperate as the need to take another life was sending him to the brink of his sanity. Or perhaps you were sat across the bar from him? If that was the case, Will would awkwardly offer you a drink and his company. ]

I'll have a whiskey and another one of, whatever you're having.

January 22nd - 25th: Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight?

[ Somehow, Will had managed to break free! Even though Pell had been healing him and re-set his broken fingers, Will had managed to twist and distort them once more, allowing himself to free one hand from their restraints. Using his teeth and the sharpened edge of a comb he'd been whittling down with his shoes for days now, Will managed to unbind himself from the foot of the bed.

Wobbling on his feet at first, Will ebbed his way out and into the hallway. So far so good. The coast seemed clear, his double was nowhere to be found. Stumbling along the carpet, noticing the blood stains and scratches dashed along the skirting board. This troubled him greatly. Just what had been going on while he was in there all this time? Finding his way into the living room, Will flopped down onto the couch to catch his breath and take some relief in the comfort a tall glass of water left on the coffee table offered. It had been days since he'd been tied up, with nothing to eat or drink Will felt terrible.

It was then that he noticed the delicious smell coming from the kitchen. Pulling himself back to his feet, Will cautiously entered the small cooking area. The table was set for two and a slow boiling pot bubbled away on the stove. That was what smelt so good? Will investigated, lifting the lid with a tea-cloth in hand only to find something truly horrifying inside... Kidneys... Liver... A heart... all of which looked human in size, stewing away in a broth of vegetables and herbs. Will covered his mouth so not to vomit, losing his balance and tumbling onto the table.

How could this be!? Why was this happening!? Who did those organs belong to!? So many thoughts and visions flooded his mind, Will could hardly keep up with them! Making a frantic dash through the apartment, looking for his cell phone and Winston, Will stumbled upon one of the previous owners of the dinner cooking away at his stove. A young female, naked and pale, impaled on what looked like stag antlers. The protrusions looked planned as everything had a morbid symmetry about it, almost beautifully done in some sick twisted way. A neat scar blemished her all but perfect skin on her side, just under the ribs. Perhaps it was one of her kidneys that had been removed?

In his shock and fear, Will forgot to pay attention to his surroundings and it was the sound of the front door closing that had him jumping in a panic to flee. Taking to hiding at the other side of the bed, Will crouched down, only acting fast enough to grab one of those elk antlers in hand as a weapon before the shadow of someone entering the room made him freeze.

Will, had returned, bringing with him some supplies for his late night activities. He'd been using the body part and various materials of his victim's bodies to make items and everyday objects. Had Will not seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have noticed it. There was a blue iris of an eye skillfully decorating one of his fishing lures, long strands of blond hair used as a pillow and cushion stuffing, dried out sections of skin, leathered and made into pelts as you would with a hunting trophy. Will gagged and held back a choked sound as he tried his hardest to gather his nerves.

Taking a moment to catch a well-needed breath, Will watched as his double drew out a hunting knife from his pocket and readied himself to start carving away at parts of the impaled corpse after having taken a few photos of it with Will's phone. Standing slowly Will swallowed the lump in his throat. he was gearing himself up to attempt an escape- only his double was suddenly distracted by a phone call.

Seeing it as his only chance, Will lunged out from his hiding spot and made a b-line for the imposter! Sticking the sharp end of that antler, repeatedly into his look-a-likes sides and stomach, feeling the blood seep out and warm his hand. Will had never fought like this before and it gave him such an adrenaline rush from doing so. Latching onto his doubles back, wrapping his arms and legs around his, clutching on for dear life. In the struggle, Will found himself at the business side of that hunting knife, first his thigh, a spot Will always dreaded being stabbed in, perhaps that was why the other Will had done it? They must have known what Will was thinking, what he was fearing. If that was so, this fight could only end in tragedy for one if not both of them.

Tossing Will over a shoulder, his double managed to gain the advantage for a moment, sending Will colliding with the wall, doubled over in pain. He was never much of a fighter, in fact, the only times he'd been able to come close to success in a fight, was when he was in the mindset of another person, one of the murderers he'd helped to capture. As this dawned on him, the fact that the other man standing before him was everything Will feared he'd become, a raging urge came across Will. He couldn't let him continue to do these deeds, he had to stop him, by all means, nesasary! In a fear fueled rush, Will clambered back up and took a running start at himself. Screaming out a gurgled sound of pain and panic before spearing his double around the middle with his shoulder, sending them both crashing into the window. Will sunk his teeth in the other's ear, digging canines in deeply, his twin, in turn, stuck that blade of his into Will's cheek, trying to prise his jaw open from the outside-in.

It was painful, my God was it painful! But Will pursued. There was no way he could stop now, not when there were lives on the line. Moving his mouth from ear to throat, Will tore at a chunk of flesh until he was able to break the skin and rip a morsel of muscle meat free. Spitting it aside as the blood trickled down his chin. it was savage, raw and animalistic but it was necessary if he was going to survive such a vicious fight. As the other Will clasped his hand to his throat, trying to stop the bleeding, his other hand pressed firmly to Will's face. Thumb digging at the space just underneath his left eye with hopes of either crushing it in the socket or scooping it out entirely! Will screamed, pulling back as they both caught their breath. He had to finish this before he himself was finished off, so in an act of selflessness, Will charged once more, wrapping his arms around his double and sending them both through the already cracked and broken window.

As they fell down passed the four stories, glass shards twinkling all around them in the air, like a rainfall of glitter, Will thought to himself 'This is it. This is how I die' Hitting the ground, Will's double cushioned and broke his fall before the impact threw him from the broken body of the other man. Laying there pulverized and bleeding on the floor, turning his head and remaining conscious just long enough to see the life fading from Will's eyes.

((ooc: Feel free to jump in at any point throughout the days above! Whether it's joining 'Will' for a drink at the bar, witnessing the brutal endgame fight or anything in between! Hit me up with a PM if you'd like to hash something out first too, I'm alway happy to plot or change a storyline. ))

January 16th - 20th

[Ushahin's double ignored the original at first. He couldn't stop him. No one could. Why had he associated with all these little, insignificant people when he was so much better than they were? Well, he'd soon set that all to rights. One by one, he was going to find every person in this cave Ushahin had so much as smiled at, and break their minds apart.

He went slowly and methodically, barely stopping to eat or sleep. No, what was much more important was finding their minds, and closing a pair of dark claws upon them, shredding them to pieces in the process. When he finds someone that he knows Ushahin cares for, his eyes light up, his shattered face the picture of happiness. It's not feigned. The eagerness comes from the idea of breaking them apart.]

Ah, it is good to see you.

January 18th (Closed to Nick, set after this with Rosie)

[He'd gotten away from the wolf demon double, though he was hardly unscathed. She'd taken more than a few chunks out of him. He put a hand over the bite mark on his arm. It came away bloody. This was not good. No, not a bit. He stumbled down the street, vision blurring and becoming unfocused. He should have known better. But her mind had seemed so similar that his guard had been down. Now he had paid the price.

He blinked once hard, willing himself to go on. Maybe he could make it to the clinic. Hopefully there was someone there who could patch him up. Then he stumbled, his legs giving out from underneath him....maybe not. He propped himself up against the wall of the nearest building, good hand wrapped around his side. He'd been on enough battlefields to know that, in the terminology of some in the cave, that he was well and truly screwed without help.]

January 20th

[It took a while, but Ushahin finally caught up with his double. He had tracked him back to their own house. Of course, he'd caused a lot of damage in the past few days, enough to make his original well and truly angry. The two had stared at each other for a long moment. Nothing needed to be said. They both knew whey they were there.]

This ends now. [The original said in his soft voice.]

Yes. It does. [Before Ushahin could move, his double had whipped out the sword that the two always kept by their sides. Ushahin felt cold steel pierce right through his gut. He looked down to see the sword sticking out from his stomach. With nothing more than a soft cry of surprised, he slid off the blade, and onto the floor. Blood began to ooze out through the wound. There was too much of it, far too much. This was the end.

The double knelt beside him.] I've been waiting for this. To see the look on your face when you know that I'm going to destroy all that you love here. Die knowing you were unable to save any of them.

[Then the double left, confident that Ushahin was going to die. But he'd made one mistake. He'd underestimated the original's fierce devotion to his friends. And now, with nothing left to lose, Ushahin was going to kill his double if it was the last thing he did.]

Regular Kain

[There's not much to see here, folks! Just a dragoon wandering around on patrol... with a paper stuck on his back that has the word "TRAITOR" written in thick, dark handwriting. Kain remains entirely unaware of this thing as he makes his way pretty much all over the place... which means this sign is probably seen by a lot of people. Do him a favor and tell him about it? Or have a little 'fun' picking on him for it?]

Dark Kain

[Without any warning, Kain comes swooping down from above. He lands right in the path of whoever he's encountered and eyes them with a dark glare.]

You... Identify yourself!

[He's especially targeting: anyone who looks like a warrior, any blonde ladies... (basically anyone who resembles his friends Cecil or Rosa)... or anyone who he's met here and gotten along with so far. No one is safe, but he has some 'special' ideas in mind for these types of people...]

"Chara" | Open + Closed

nick rivenna + her evil twin | open

Faith Carr | a brief narrative of the deeds of her double

Maketh + her double | open and closed