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Event Log: Oh Shit (B side)
Who: All the characters in Group B
What: The event log for Group B
Where: The right side of the city
When: The evening of March 28th-April 9th
Warnings: You're safe! But you're starving. Soon enough you'll be attacked by monsters, which will probably change both of those.
What: The event log for Group B
Where: The right side of the city
When: The evening of March 28th-April 9th
Warnings: You're safe! But you're starving. Soon enough you'll be attacked by monsters, which will probably change both of those.
March 28th brings many changes into the city. First of all, that loving, dopey feeling? Gone. But you don't have too much time to mourn your affectionate side because, in addition to the humiliation of being voted in last, Love is also getting their personalized event overshadowed by the first major citywide disaster of Hadriel.
On the evening of the 28th, the city splits itself into two for some reason, isolating the left and right halves of the city. In the right half, if anyone tried to figure out where the other half of the city went, they'd find themselves staring down a massive rock wall- which is unfortunate, because this is the unlucky side without Hope. That means that after the split occurs, the lights flicker and die, the network takes far longer to get up, and what few stores there are will no longer be stocked with food.
The first two are solved within a couple of extra hours- dim lighting and profoundly glitchy network access will be created, particularly when attempting to contact anyone on the other side of the city. As if that isn't enough, without Hope there is no new food being stocked in the stores at first, and what is there isn't exactly being kept fresh and will run out within just a couple of days. Eventually, Love will try to substitute a replacement, but the bulk necessary to actually effectively feed everyone just isn't there, so enjoy your prolonged starvation!
That seems to be the main thing to worry about it until March 30th when the monsters begin to push and prod at Confusion's ineffective barriers and break through into the main city, where delicious meals (read: you) await them. The flow of monsters from the bestiary into the caves will seem almost unending, as we're stocked up on 18 months worth of them (and any/all offspring they may have created during that time).
Try to hunt some of them if you can, but watch out for the poisonous ones! It won't take long for hunger and thirst to start to settle in, so you might want to act fast. Additionally, since Hope is not present, there will be no revivals until the end of the event. You can deal with a minor permadeath setting, right?► This log covers March 28th-April 9th.
► 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 die of starvation or animal mauling, please let us know here.
Chara | Open
[It hadn't taken Chara long to figure out that Asriel and Frisk were gone and any and all lovey-dovey feelings they still had from Love's event vanished on the spot. They check their Partner and Best Friend's rooms quickly, see that the things that belonged to them were still there before heading out the door.
Screw being grounded, if they still are. They needed to find those two.
Chara's journey quickly takes them to the rocky wall. It goes up and up and Chara's sure that even a giant couldn't see over it.
Still that's not going to stop them. Going under wasn't likely so the only choice in the matter was going up. It's rocky so there are some footholds. Chara takes a moment to simply breathe and stretch before trying to climb it.
Yeah, they're going all the way up. Or not. But it'd probably be a good idea to stop them.]
30th - Monster mash
[Things have nearly reached their boiling point and Chara's about ready to explode. So it's probably a good thing a horde of monsters have made their way into the city.
Chara has cut a bloody path across the half of Hadriel that they've been trapped in and they feel like that shambling corpse they had been back when they first walked down the path of Genocide. Just with blood instead of dust. Their clothing is probably done for but that's the last thing on their mind right now.
They're tired, hungry and very, very angry by this point. Taking it out on the Gods was useless or the others here. Thankfully the monsters existed.
At the moment Chara is facing down a few Skulltulas. The monstrous spiders click and chatter as Chara stares them down, having killed one of them already. They know they're getting tired and there was only so far that rage and Determination could take them.
But still. Just a little bit more. Chara takes a deep breath and dives back into the Fight.]
28th
He then begins trying to navigate his way through darkened streets.
When the lights at last flicker on, however, he spots something small moving against the ashen gray of the wall that now divide s the city. Hesitantly he changes course, wary that it might be a monster, but needing to be sure that it wasn't someone in need of help.
What he finds is a child. A child clawing up the rock face like a small, angry, and desperate spider.]
Wait! That is dangerous-- [He hurries nearer, chin tipped upward as he tries to see the child better] --Please come down!
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kate | ota | will match format
( It's not every day you find the cave suddenly dark. Except for that one time with Fear's dumbfuck stories. That was annoying. But this is-
different.
For one thing, you can't really ignore the sensation of the cave splitting in two. Or the fact that the network access disappears.
Thankfully, phones are emergency lights, and Kate manages to scrounge a lighter up from somewhere in the clinic. A little bit of light is better than none. )
Great.
( Task one: headcount. Her phone can work as a light until she knows who's actually in the building. )
Who else is here? ( Shout out to her, please. )
clinic | 30th
( There's something like light, but the food situation isn't great. Whatever was in the fridge in the clinic isn't going to last much longer, and it's not like there's only the clinic staff to feed. Whatever's scrounged up across the half of the city is to be divided between everyone here who eats. Kate's been getting by on what little she can, but even she can't deny that the sensation of an empty stomach and a dry throat is distracting at best, dizzying at the worst of times.
But that was never going to be the end of it. The sounds of things moving is the first sign. The second's when the window frames light up red and fuck is she glad that she increased the radius on those things, because the sight of what's shambling across the remnants of the city is enough to turn a person's blood cold.
Of course the monsters would get out.
Her jaw sets tight and Kate grabs the bow and arrows propped against a wall, her bag of knives still - always - at her thigh. )
Stay inside unless you're healthy enough to fight. Should be some alcohol around. Set it on fire if you need to.
( It's automatic, jumping into action, no matter how long you've been trying to keep out of the ring.
She's so busy moving to the door that she doesn't notice the white noise in the back of her head, doesn't realise she isn't speaking aloud; )
( Faith. Let's go. )
wildcard
( hit me with anything else. )
28th
[Rosen is trying to feel through his things in search of his laptop but he stops and straightens when he sees the small sliver of light from her phone]
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late on the 28th
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clinic; late in the event
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emily kaldwin | ota
[ The incident nearly causes her to fall. The empress's dark eyes wide in the oppressive darkness, heart racing. What...? It only takes slightly longer than usual for her, abilities in use, to zip back down to the ground, where she stalks the streets with a purpose, until she comes face-to-face with a wall that seems to stretch up into forever.
First, she'd been thrown from Dunwall. Then, from Karnaca. Now, she doesn't even seem to be able to access the entirety of their captive city. ]
Are you here? [ Emily asks aloud, but softly. If there is anyone else nearby, they might think she's speaking to them, and answer. Of course, the question is meant for one entity, not even a person, who she finds herself hoping, to her disdain, hasn't been cut off from her.
After all, if the Outsider were gone... Emily glances furtively to her hand, wrapped in a silk scarf, under which is his Mark. I still feel it. He must be here, or else, close enough that she can still feel his influence.
So. A wall. Darkness. She steels herself, slowing her breathing, working to figure out a plan. The best thing would be to find someone who knows more about the city, someone who's been here for a longer time than she has, and so Emily sets off again, looking for them. For anyone. ]
Do you know what happened? [ The empress asks, brows furrowed in question. ]
monster hunting (throughout)
[ There are some lights now and limited access to the so-called network, the electronic web of communications that is still so foreign to Emily Kaldwin. Those are very small benefits when compared with their current situation, one that is worsening by the day. There's barely any food or water, and since she's been used to having vast quantities of both at all times, the empress is faring... about as well as anyone could expect. Still, she knows enough about survival to have lived thus far, and she certainly has no plans to horde whatever she finds away from others who need it just as much.
If that wasn't enough, then the flood of monsters is.
Emily has a sword, a crossbow, and an attitude, flitting around outside of the beast-infested caves with her teeth grit. Without people to hold off the crowds, these things would - will - invade the city and destroy the half that's accessible to them. Fighting is difficult enough, but there seems to be an endless supply of enemies and a very, very limited supply of... well, supplies. Her stomach cramps painfully as she gives herself time for a brief rest, inhaling and exhaling deeply, pale brow dotted with sweat. ]
I don't know how long this can last. [ Emily breathes, ducking her chin, flexing the fingers of her sword hand. ]
anywhere (anytime)
( leave a prompt anywhere, anytime during the event! )
the rooftops
She has the far reach, after all. It's not quite the blink of her father but it will find her to the ground with nary a scratch or bruise. He's impressed at her quick reactions and when she reaches the wall and asks for him, he appears as if he'd never left her side, leaning against the rock wall somewhat lazily. ]
As if I'd ever leave you, Empress. [ Somewhat amused, lips twisted up lightly. ] It seems someone made a mistake and now we're all paying for it.
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Rosen | OTA
[For the first few days Rosen primarily dedicates his time to the clinic however he's also done what he can to make a safe place in his apartment for anyone who might be in need of it. It is stocked with whatever blankets he has from earlier events as well as a very minimal supply of the candy that he had saved from Love's event. He's rationed it out into small portions so he might be able to make it last longer and serve more. Aside from that he's got a small bit of bread, but he's wary that it will go bad first.
Lee's also begun busying himself with making bandages, cutting long strips from whatever fabric he can find and rolling them carefully. He leaves most of it at the clinic but does squirrel away a spool or two in his apartment just in case.]
Not far from the 3rd Spire - Rosen Gets Injured | April 2nd
[By the time the 5th day comes, Rosen is faint on his feet. In an effort to try and save as much of the available food for those who direly need it, he's only allowed himself the smallest of mouthfuls when he feels he has no other alternative except to lose consciousness. But the price he pays is disorientation and sluggishness.
Normally fast, Lee now finds himself unbalanced, bumping into corners or stumbling over his feet as he tries to run scavenging trips for the clinic, pockets filled with what little he can find.
It is on one of these treks that he is abruptly halted by a sharp pain in his side, a result of hunger and exhaustion. He involuntarily cries out, bracing himself against a nearby wall as he hunches over with his head hanging low near his knees and his free hand clutching his left ribs. After a moment of ragged breaths he tries to move again but just ends up crumpled over once more, legs threatening to give beneath him.
And little does he realize that the noise and fuss he's making as attracted the attention of a Varren sniffing about ahead of its pack. He barely has time to catch sight of it out of the corner of its eye before it bolts for him, claws sinking in to his shoulder and wrenching a scream from the older man as he tries in vain to fight it off]
Clinic | April 3-9
[The days after his attack, Rosen can be found at the clinic. Though his left shoulder and side are injured he will still be working. But he might frequently be found leaning against walls for any brief rest he can get or hunching over a table when the pain gets bad. From time to time he will need to pause and change out his bandages, tucked away in the corner so as to not disturb others with the sight of his wounds.
However if help is needed, he will suck it up and be there at a moment's notice]
| Wildcard if you have something in mind |
clinic, towards the end of the event, probably
Oh god! [As soon as she sees him, she heads over, hovering by him in the corner and trying to get a peek at his wounds.] How bad is it? D'you need a heal?
[She's got the time, the energy, and the will. That's what she's here for. That's what she wants to do. Help people.]
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April 2
*fangirl scream* KING GOATDAD!
]:)
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April 2
Re: April 2
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April 2nd
Re: April 2nd
aaaaa failed here
Clinic
Re: Clinic
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sans | ota
lab :V
Or at least, y'know, that's Alphys' internal mantra as she's sweeping scrap into slightly more organized piles and dragging all the junk from her side of the lab over to get a good count. Marian doesn't appear to be here, and as far as she's concerned, a catastrophe calls for a little mess. (Good thing Alphys is constantly a catastrophe.)]
Okay, so, I've been collecting stuff for, uhm, m-months really, but nothing's ever been catalogued, I mean, not properly, I just-- oh jeez why do I have s-so much garbage.
[She looks around at the piles of stuff, trying to process where they'd even begin with this.]
Should we even bother designing blueprints if we don't know what kind of, uhm, m-material we're working with?
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alphys | ota
[It was easy to tell something was wrong from the beginning. Including the sudden and sharp emotional shift, the wall's a little hard to miss- so are the lights- and thankfully living with so many others means the word passes quickly. Thankfully, she's still on the side of the city with her lab, and if the gods need help with magical technology, by, haha, god, they're gonna fuckin' get it.
She's sending out signals to friends and others- she needs parts, and help.
If anyone comes to check in on her, she'll have her sleeves rolled up, tearing through piles of scrap, pulling out circuitboards and trying to compile anything she can.
At least she's used to living in a dark Underground. But she's becoming increasingly determined not to keep it that way.]
30th-onward: around the city
[She's hit a dead end. Or, rather, her supplies in the lab are running low. She needs a plan, really, a better plan, but she's starting to get frazzled and worried without her usual support system. At the moment, it looks like she was making an attempt to get at a broken Working Joe, but... their insides are much squishier than she first thought, and she recoils. Unfortunately, wet, fresh meat, has begun to attract varren picking their way out of the alleys, and she presses her back to the wall, obviously frazzled.
Looks like she could use a hand- if you're the heroic type. Or just somebody who really, really needs to let off some steam.
But hey! Fear, right? She's helping!]
anytime; wildcard
[Hit me with another prompt, or feel free to reach out on plurk at
Day 30
There are many things that can drive a person out of the safety of their home-- or hovel, or lean-to, or whatever pile of refuse they decide is theirs after, say... a random cataclysm suddenly sends about ten square feet of rubble between you and everything you happen to enjoy in life.
But Wade isn't bitter. Not at all.
Anyway. In Wade's case, the thing that causes him to head out from his cozy little hole in the ground happens to be one of the most basic needs of all-- hunger. Having a super-charged healing factor tends to burn through the calories like Nikki Sixx burned through heroin, with similar side effects. Granted, it's not nearly as bad as the three year diet of canned goods and air that he had in Haven, but having three square meals a day for an extended period of time eventually made you forget what it was like to be a slave to your belly. Or made it worse, he's not sure which.
In any case, Wade's decided to take a leaf out of Bear Grylls's book and do some old-fashioned hunting. The low growling sounds of a predator that has cornered its prey suddenly catches his attention, and he follows the noises to a darkened alleyway, where a tiny, nebbishy lizard lady has found herself pressed against the wall with a few of those weird wolf-dinosaur things closing in on her. They don't seem to lack for any food, these things-- their bodies are sleek and well-fed, and they move with the casual air of predators who are mainly hunting for the sport of it.
Wade's stomach growls. Loudly.
The varren, focused on their prey, don't seem to recognize the danger until a sharp squeal causes them to turn their heads collectively, just in time to see a pinkish-red blur slice through the darkness and cleanly decapitate a varren farthest from the group in a shower of gore. They're simple creatures, but Wade likes to think there's an expression of disbelief on their reptilian faces as he strolls into view, beam katana in one hand; headless varren behind him.]
Tsk tsk tsk. Anyone ever tell you boys not to play with your food?
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Tyki Mikk | Open
[Tyki could tell something was happening almost instantly. That annoying flicker of Kanda Yu's Innocence was gone and he barely had time to react to the way the wall appeared just as suddenly. The lights flicker and an alarming yet muted sound plays across the lake. To a man like him normally unshaken he's a little rattled at least for a short moment.
It's dark and quiet. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that all this lovey-dovey playtime was over. He's up on his feet and heading to the wall and when he can't go through it or over it he falls back on old habits and uses his Tease to guide him towards what he barely got to see before the lights went out. At the wall his hand is moving along the grain of the stone and with a bit of his Dark Matter he's attempting to at least make a crack in it. He needs to know if this is like the cavern walls or just another wall in itself.
After about an hour of waiting for some sort of change he'll head towards his usual campfire near the river and will light it ablaze with the matches he always has on hand. He sets about making it a little larger and setting a few fish up to cook to attract attention of friends, any arriving family or anyone in general. Information is what he wants.
It's where any of his closer friends have been instructed to go should they find themselves at lost or to look for him in general.]
30th & onwards
He's been so good at not killing anything or anyone and it was easy to just sit back and watch as Confusion's futile attempts at holding back the tide of monsters unleash utter hell all at once. He had been wondering if each 'god' was capable withstanding or obtaining powers the same as other or if each one only had their own unique talents in different fields.
The thing was, like usual that is, he didn't have to do anything. His Power kept him out of harms way and if he was careful he could solve his little food problem with either fishing while the river had something to fish of course or picking off one of the ones he knew was edible when it came to monsters. It's just the nagging words of 'doing nothing' of a certain person and his own somewhat still intact humanity pushed him to at least wander the city looking for any remaining friends. He's met a few people he's actually liked in the last few months since Confusion's little double event.
It was a sense of grasping for something or a reason to keep going. He had only been able to find the evidence of one person he knew possibly here on this side. Tyki had no way of knowing whether or not this was permanent or temporary.
He needed something to ground him or someone. It's why his hand is up and Dark Matter is charging at the nearest monster he says preying on someone else. Conversation, acquaintances, anything would do. Let him help if only to keep him busy. He needs that reason to keep trying.
Wildcard; you've drawn it now show it.
Prompts are more than welcomed. Also available at
3/31
And that seems to be the exact predicament he's in right now - running away from a Taxxon, which seems to be catching up to him pretty quickly.
"Well, shit, I guess I'm screwed!" Despite in how much of a panic he should be in, though, he's actually kind of laughing like an idiot with a big smile on his face and all as he pushes his limits to stay ahead of the monster. In the back of his mind, though, he's totally panicking. Just what is he supposed to do now?!
Guess this is the part where he gets eaten like some B-Horror Movie. "Man, and I totally follow all of the horror movie rules, too! I'm supposed to be the surviving one!"
He gives another laugh at his own terrible attempt at humour. Although when he sees something move out of the corner of his eye, he instantaneously ducks and cover his head. He has no idea what that stuff was, but when the Dark Matter hits the monster behind him, he's glad he did duck. He lets out a breath of relief after a moment and looks up at his saviour with a cheap smile.
"Thanks man, I thought my ass was grass."
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Ikaruga | OPEN
[Well. That was an ill-timed trip out of the house. Or possibly a good one, if the gods' argument over the network was any indication. She's just glad she took her sword with her. Doing without a change of clothing is an annoyance. Her blade is far more essential, even if those on the other side of town are in more immediate danger.
She's curious as to who is there, and concerned if anyone she likes is stuck there...but for now, her priority is on ensuring she has food, and that the people who matter to her on some level are fed as well.]
This is rather annoying.
30th-closed to Tyki
[At this point, she's very grateful Tyki was on the same side of town as her during the split. Not only that, but his home was on the same side of town, so she doesn't have to impose on someone she doesn't know as well for the use of a spare bedroom and laundry machines. They have fish to eat, and the situation isn't as dire as it might be for others.
Right as they're just finishing lunch, she blinks. Being able to sense magic, she senses a barrier of sorts failing. And then the monsters start flooding in. It doesn't take special senses to hear the snarls and howls off in the distance.]
...well. I suppose that takes care of the food problem, assuming people aren't foolish enough to let themselves get killed in the process.
30th onward - yummy yummy monsters. Open to everyone
[Amidst all the chaos, one area has been cleared away and a fire set up under Ikaruga's direction. All edible parts of monsters have been cut out and speared onto long, carefully sharpened sticks. Anyone who's hungry can come along, sit by the fire and hold one of the sticks in the flame. It's like roasting marshmallows, only the marshmallows are the meat from lethal creatures who've tried to kill the residents here.
Rather than run around to hunt monsters, Ikaruga's simply choosing a couple of select areas to defend. There's two piles of monster corpses off to the side - one of those that can be eaten, and one of those that can't. Anyone hungry and willing to try monster en flambé is free to.
She turns to the nearest arrival.]
I wonder when all of this latest nonsense will end.
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He doesn't quite feel what she does but his restless Tease that filtered upwards along the walls to keep sense of who was here and who was approaching could scent monsters in the air. Not to mention the blood is what he'll scent first himself.
She's welcomed to stay as long as she wants or needs to as always. He doesn't have any family here at the moment. Besides his true power's ability he's hidden nothing from her if she asked.]
I wouldn't put it past them. Desperation can cause a lot of problems.
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duck | open
[ Duck knows something horrible has happened as soon as the lights go out. It's not that Duck is scared of the dark, but the reasons it might be dark scare him. Especially when he tries to have a quick look at the network and can't. He's soon outside, staring at the giant new wall that's popped up out of nowhere.
He stares, then asks anyone who might be nearby. ]
What happened?
near the shops, 30th
[ Duck is out scavenging when he spots one of the monsters for the first time. He's just exiting one of the shops but immediately stops in his tracks. The biggest bug - a beetle?? it looks sorta like a beetle - that Duck has ever seen is making its way toward him.
After a second of petrified staring, Duck reaches to the back of his jeans for his gun, just a bit too late. It happens very quickly. One of the Bug's giant pincers slices through the sleeve of Duck's t-shirt, cutting his arm. He lets out a short scream, falling back but dodging out the way before the creature can come at him again.
Duck's now scrambling to his feet, trying to get away, cover his bleeding arm and grab his gun at the same time. He could... probably do with a hand though. ]
shops and about, 2nd onwards
[ Duck is used to hunger. He's spent almost two years with very little food, given enough and then foraging enough, but rarely enough to be full. He was always able to get at least a little bit of food each day though. A packet of chips, half a can of beans, a cracker or two... there was always something at one point in the day, usually twice. Now though... Duck's been looking for days and has found hardly anything. The sweets he saved from the competition a while back have all gone, and he's getting weak and tired.
It's as he's scavenging in one of the shops, desperate for anything he missed, that he finally seems to spot something. An apple, buried behind empty packets. For one brief blissful second he's relieved. Glad. That does last long though, as Duck picks it up and realises that he can't eat this apple at all. It's smelly, mushy, and not how an apple should be. It's clearly been here a while.
He stares at the mouldy apple for several moments, and actually feels something horrible and burning deep in the back of his throat. He swallows it down, but it won't budge entirely, the urge to cry. He's hungry. He's hungry, and he's tired, and he his arm still hurts from when he scratched it the other day, and he misses his parents and his friends more than ever.
Frustrated, but still not willing to let himself be weak and cry, he turns and throws the apple as hard as he can, apparently not noticing that it's right in the path of someone else here.
Oops? ]
wildcard
[ Choose your own adventure! ]
2nd pls!
With a slow, almost mechanically stiff motion, he turns to look at the boy. He recognizes this child]
Oh. Hello there... [Lee steps closer] ...are you alright?
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ASGORE | open
[Asriel and Frisk are not here.
Asgore is happy Chara is still with him, at least, but he cannot rest until all of the children are safe. First he walks the length of the wall, searching for a gap, leaving bullets of glowing fire to light the area as he goes. They float harmlessly for now, but he probably won't keep them for long.
Finally, when he reaches the end, he slams a big fist against the wall in an uncharacteristic show of frustration. He knows, he should not let himself be angry. His anger destroys things. But all he can think about is the last time there was a Barrier between him and his children.]
[March 30]
[Asgore avoids violence when he can. But now, it is necessary.
Flames flicker in the monster king's paws and at his feet as he moves through the streets, faster than seems possible for a creature of his size. Parts of his fur are matted with blood, the same gore that now stripes his armor and the long cape that swirls behind him. It's sticky, he can't look at his hands for too long or he'll start to shake. Later, later, he can't think about that now. Distantly, he's aware that he must look a terrible sight - he will have to watch for strange humans who might be alarmed. Even with his high DEF, with the mood in the city now, just one could probably bring him down.
But he doesn't care. He's just rushing around, scanning the streets and occasionally stopping to bellow:]
CHARA!
[He should not have gotten separated from them, he cannot let this happen again!
Sans and Alphys are here somewhere too, but they are no longer exactly on his mind.][April 2]
[Asgore's rather calmer after having assured himself of Chara's location and safety, but the strain is still clear. He's avoided food and drink for most of this time, saving it for the humans who needed it more. On its own, though, his fire magic is far better at cooking monster food than at producing any, and using healing magic on himself is a poor stopgap at best. He looks exhausted, and can be seen leaning against walls more often than not.
Still, he's stationed himself at the clinic, both to guard it and to offer magical healing where it is needed most. He is no medic, but his green magic works fine regardless.
Unfortunately, it tends to take the shape of bright green flames. This may be alarming.]
30th
Sans is...well, all things considered, he should be worn out, but Delight's blessing is keepin' him on his feet. Keepin' him focused, keepin' him alert. More motivated and intent than he can ever remember feeling in his life.
He catches Asgore scanning the place, and hears his fearful bellow a moment later.
He blips to the king's side.]
Asgore. Hey. 'S gonna be okay.
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Ravine.
28th; the beginning (wall)
As if it would somehow help, Ravine jumps onto the wall. The strange thing is that, even while she is walking directly up, her hair and long coat do not dangle in a way that adheres to the laws of gravity. Rather, it is as though she is trudging across vertical ground, not a horizontal wall.
During the entire trip to the ceiling of the cavern, overlooking the city, she finds no opening. No way of reaching to the other side.
It would seem that the gods were true. The other half simply does not exist, because it is not there. It can't be, because it's in a different world.
Oh well. No need to worry. With a shrug, she just slides down the wall, ended up back on her feet with a casual, silent landing. Not even a thud heralds her return to the ground. Everything's normal; nothing to see here.
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30th; is the end (anywhere)
April 1st-9th; is the beginning (city)
vaguely during april 1-9, yolo
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Jo Harvelle | OTA
[She has a lantern from a past event and when she realizes the lights aren't coming back, she lights it by the light of her phone.
Jo heads for the other bedroom to find Amos, but doesn't find him. That's interesting. And a little terrifying.
Something is off and she can't tell what it is.
Instead of staying inside, which would probably be safer, she heads out to find some answers, holding the lantern high to cast as much light as possible.]
Anyone out here?
The rest of the event
[Jo ends up dividing her time between the clinic and the streets around the clinic, trying to keep them clear so anyone can make it to the clinic safely. She's never seen this many monsters in the city. This was a big problem. So was the lack of food. Her stockpile was only going to go so far.]
Holler if you can hear me! [Just in case.]
option two
Hello?
( Though she'd spoken to Jo a few times she didn't quite catch who it was that was speaking, busy worrying about Hannah when Jo had called out )
Re: option two
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Maedhros | Open/Closed prompts
Maedhros was fortunate he could see relatively well in the dark, after some adjustment. He disliked it, for it brought memories back which were less than ideal, but he could handle them. The Elf had other things to worry over, such as making certain his family was safe, then he set off to explore the new wall. There had to be a way through it, or around to the other side.
He refused to believe those not on this side were dead. Sword in hand, the red-head stalked through the streets and rubble, taking care in poking through debris in case he found someone trapped under a block of stone or beam.
30th - Death: Closed to Hux
He hadn't gone to check on Anakin yet. A day, if his sense of time could be trusted, had passed, and there was no word. The Man had become important to him, and he wanted to make certain he was as safe as the rest of them. A relative term, he knew.
So he made for the home Anakin shared with his grandson and Hux, sword still at the ready as he looked around for ambushes or traps or anything at all.
30th-
The creature was at least wounded but Hux was having a difficult time focusing. He hurt all over, he could feel blood soaking through the fabric of his shirt sleeve on one arm where he had been wounded. He had survived the New Republic's siege of his home planet, his father, Kylo Ren, the Resistance- he refused to give up now. He glanced over his shoulder as he heard footsteps approaching, frowning when he recognized Maedhros.
"If you're looking for Skywalker I don't know where he is," he said over his shoulder as he aimed a blast at the creature but it strayed, hitting a building nearby.
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Kain | OTA
[Kain is quite a ways from the wall when it appears, so he doesn't notice it yet. Though the sudden darkness is troubling, it's not until he gets closer that he notices it.]
What is this... No... It can't be...
[He hurries now toward the wall, realizing that it's in place right in front of where Spire 1 stands. Used to stand. Is it even there? What's behind this thick wall? Kain starts jumping, springing high into the air, trying to find a spot he can jump over. Of course he can't, but that won't stop him from exerting himself. He eventually starts using attacks on the wall too, stabbing at it with his lance, setting whirling Cyclones on it... anything he can do to try and break it down...]
30th, first rush of monsters
[Kain is just a bit hungry, but it's at a level he can ignore more or less. He's trying to be careful about what he eats, knowing that rationing things off is the only way. By now, he knows Rydia isn't around too, and he's worried about that as well. What about all of the others? Could the other half of the village really be on the other side of the wall?]
[He leaps to the top of Spire Three, staring off below gloomily. He tries sending a message, though it's a bit of a failed attempt. The only thing he can do now is keep an eye out and await for some solution from the gods.]
[That's when he sees the first bunch of creatures, easily spotted from his high vantage... He shouts the warning at anyone below, to get them on alert.]
Monsters!!! Incoming monsters!
April 4th, Injury
[Kain has been stuck without his regular living space, so he's taken to crashing in Confusion's temple for now. It seems oddly fitting since that was the god who'd chosen him during that whole contest. It's better than nothing, anyway? But the lack of much food is already getting to him. Now the hunger is a real problem, the pangs of it hitting him harder. Hunting does help a little at least. Even so, it's not an easy situation considering there's still a lot of people who have to get fed. His stomach rumbles as he gets up, stretching his stiff muscles. All he does lately is fight... it's reminiscent of the Gods' War in many ways.]
[He goes out and fights. He fights and fights, taking down what seem like endless monsters. His motions are getting slower, though, and he's so lightheaded from lack of nutrition that he's starting to make stupid mistakes. He takes a few minor hits that he really should have dodged. Then one of those sneaky Stalkers comes at him suddenly from out of nowhere, manifesting from invisibility and then jabbing its claws into his chest. It's a bad wound, really bad. But he has to keep going, keep fighting for as long as he can stand. Kain stabs his lance at the creature, determined not to go down without a fight.]
April 4th
Everything has been so chaotic that she's not even sure of what the exact numbers are for who's on which side of the divide. The monsters are so numerous here that it's difficult to even keep that kind of information in mind. But if she sees someone she knows and they're in danger, she helps. Despite her pragmatic mercenary side, she's not heartless.
So when she sees Kain bleeding, she's in the fray. The Stalker is beheaded in the blink of an eye.]
Kain. I will help you get to the clinic.
[In the meantime, she tidily slices off some of the fabric from the long skirt of the dress she's wearing so that a dress that stopped just short of the ankles is now a knee-length dress. She passes the fabric over.]
For your wound.
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it's never too late!!!
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Napstablook | ota
[It's been a couple of days since the wall's gone up, and it doesn't seem like anyone's getting through the wall anytime soon. Napstablook hasn't strayed too far from anyone they know that's stuck on this side of the city.
But that doesn't mean that they're completely safe from the monster problem that seems to be plaguing the right side of the city. They end up turning a wrong corner, and spot a little Tonberry all by itself in the distance, holding up a lantern. Napstablook would normally mistake them for another monster, but there's something really eerie about the way the lantern's light bounces off the knife it's carrying.
Still, Napstablook thinks it sees them. It's... kind of rude just to look at them and run off? It'd probably give the wrong impression?]
oh... hello...? don't mind me, i'm just passing through... i won't get in your way...
[The Tonberry starts moving closer, it's knife pointing outwards.]
[April 7th - Going hungry...]
[Being hungry, by now, wasn't an entirely new sensation for Napstablook. There were times were they forgot to eat, only to get a painful reminder much later in their stomach. But as food supplies ran out, and Napstablook not being aggressive enough to take food from anyone else, they hadn't eaten in a few days.
And they were starting to really feel it.
Being hungry was painful in itself, but it felt like their energy was being zapped the longer they went without food. It was getting harder to move around the city. And considering the monsters flooding the city, they didn't have much choice but to keep moving.
But at some point, whether it's dangerous or not, they're forced to sit down. They look really tired.]
ah...
April 7th
In addition, whereas Napstablook didn't have the assertive nature, Mettaton certainly did, and he did his level best to assure that they got something to eat. Even if it isn't much. It's...just been harder the more time passes to make sure Blooky's well-fed. He can't make food out of nothing, after all.
Suffice it to say, when the former ghost takes a seat in a place where it could cost them to be inattentive, Mettaton is quick to move close to them. He's not going to let them get hurt. He won't ever leave them alone to suffer again.]
Blooky...honey, do you need me to carry you? We can't stay put too long, you know...
[There's always violent creatures afoot. Mettaton needed to assure that his family was safe.]
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Ulaume | open
[There's always a quiet hum of Flick's presence in the back of his mind, warming up his subconscious and--
It vanishes the same instant the lights do. Unease crawls up his spine without him realizing why yet. His gut says... something awful is coming. Generally, his instincts are right, and he knows it.
Well. Hell.
Eventually he navigates his way to the wall with the light from his phone and a lighter he had on him, for whatever reason. And he stops. Stares. It doesn't make any goddamn sense. Shouldn't there be more city here?
It's too big to swallow all at once.]
29th, around
[He wasn't wrong. Something awful did come, delivered by way of a video made by Fear. Flick is dead and/or dying, on the other side of the city, the part left behind. His imagination is running away with him. Can't be stopped. Won't be stopped.
It's not easy to go cold turkey from a bond like that, one that's lasted over a decade.
And that's why he's sitting against a wall, head in hands, hair limp as he... gives in to despair. For the moment. He'll get it out of his system soon enough. Right now is for mourning.]
onwards
[Catch him roaming and possibly stabbing a monster or two, helping out where and when he can, generally being dazed and half-heartedly useful.]
29th
It's on one of these trips that she spots someone in the distance. She worries for a moment that they're hurt, considering the position. She approaches quickly, clearing her throat when she's close enough.]
Are you okay?
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ellie | ota + closed to sans & pell
[The lights flicker and blink out of existence, and Ellie feels her heart sink to her shoes. There is no feasible way this could be good news.
The network makes short work of cluing her into what's going on, and like many others, Ellie's first move is to head in a determined beeline to the wall. She itches with the urge to break. To destroy. But what the fuck can one girl do to a ridiculous, huge rock wall, right?
Her anger at Fear bubbles over and she lashes out, kicking the rocks with her sneaker and instantly wincing in pain. For once, she doesn't curse. She just growls, picks up a small piece of debris, and throws it aimlessly at the wall.
Shockingly, nothing happens.]
1st | and curtains - closed to sans & later pell
[It's not the first time Ellie has had to go without, but it is the first time she's had absolutely nothing. Nowhere to scavenge. Nowhere to go. It's beginning to wear at her.
All the same, she offers Sans a friendly (albeit tired) wave, glad they've made the decision to stick together the next few nights. She would never say as much out loud, but it'll make her feel better to have a presence by her side, especially with all these monsters suddenly lurking about the city.]
So. Where we gonna stay?
[She yawns halfway through the words, loud and body shaking.]
just fuck me up
He's got no doubt that if he switched the thing off, he'd be out like a light. Best figure some place to bunk down.]
Clinic's probably our safest bet. You look pretty bone tired to me.
rip in pieces
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IM SO LATE SRY
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rosie-dear; ota (cw: suicidal ideation)
30th & 31st;
April 1-9
sometime durin april 1-9 :V
The problem with this is that Alphys is incredibly too compassionate for her own good, so every time she hears someone hurt, she wants to do something about it. And it helps even less that the person being attacked is someone she knows.
She inhales a little sharply, mind racing as she draws a small device out of her pocket along with a rudimentary slingshot, loading it back, hitting the button, and letting it fly. The device doesn't do much of anything- just beeps in a rather shrill manner, a small component taken out of an old microwave- but it works great as a diversion tactic, since most monsters will follow whatever the commotion is, and it soars over the Witch's shoulder at top speed, hitting off the edge of a building and continuing to make it's incessant noise as Alphys watches, quietly, to make sure it takes the bait.]
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Near, March 30 (Closed to L)
Less bothersome, though it should be more is the shortage of food. Near is quite capable of going a few days with literally forgetting to eat, but he is not in one of those situations right now. How long this situation lasts is still uncertain and it's only logical to keep stocked if at all possible.
But for the second time in a week, he somehow manages to be outside of shelter at an extremely inconvenient time. Namely, when Confusion's feeble barriers break down and the monsters are free to roam the streets.
Things like this are exactly why he hates going outside. Or, perhaps not exactly, but in spirit. Danger is danger.
Well. Shit.
He notes the couerl prowling down the street, and while it's something he can theoretically defend himself against -- depending on the way it attacks -- he would rather avoid the situation altogether. A preference that clearly doesn't matter as the creature has taken notice of him in turn.
Standing still won't make it lose interest. Running without a destination is futile. And so he warily scans the area for a safe place to hole up, taking a single, slow, involuntary step backward.
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He'd been so apathetic about a gift from Tranquility, at the time. Now, what he'd ask for seems not only clear, but desperately needed.
L hardly looks like anything that a reasonably savvy predator would target as prey, but unfortunately, the monsters prowling the streets aren't reasonable. He's been on the lookout for anything he can use as a weapon, and so far, he's found little aside from everyday household items. A fireplace poker is nevertheless clutched in his hands when he hears the heavy footsteps of a couerl, and before he can take off for cover, he spots the white-haired quarry. It changes his plans immediately.
"Get back!"
L is no true fighter; being able to hold his own against a person near his own height and weight is nothing like singlehandedly fighting a monster with a fireplace poker. But he can buy Near some time, he's sure, and maybe even escape himself.
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Gren | Open and Closed
[They need food. Gren doesn't eat a whole hell of a lot himself-- he prefers to drink his meals-- but it's been painfully obvious that everybody's larders are dropping now that Hope's out of the equation. Gren would never say it out loud, but he almost misses the shitty excuse for a god; at least he'd kept everybody fed. It's a pretty low bar, admittedly, but he'd hit it.]
[But, well... Gren can hunt. And he's pretty good at it, too-- he was a predator, after all. The big bad monster in the woods, red of tooth and claw or whatever the fuck. He normally didn't hunt things quite as nasty as the monsters in the tunnels, though, and he definitely hadn't had to get his hands dirty like this for a couple of centuries. All that city living might have made him a little bit soft.]
[He drops glamour to be more efficient about it; he covers more ground in his true form than glamoured, and he's bigger and stronger and all-around badder. Might as well be as big and bad as possible while he's busting up some other monsters.]
[Just try not to confuse this monster for all the other ones you're supposed to kill.]
Closed - for Wade
[Hunting was... a mixed bag, really. Did he bag some shit to bring in to the weird doctor guy who knew way too much about butchery? Yeah. Is he going to ask any questions about how that guy knows so much about gutting and serving game? Absolutely fucking not, that is one rabbit hole that Gren's not going down right now, thank you very much.]
[The downside is that he's definitely out of practice when it comes to the whole 'being a big nasty predator hunting other predators' thing, because he got his dumb ass gored by a bunch of those stalker assholes. Fucking invisible bastards.]
[A reasonable person would've probably gone to the clinic to get his injuries tended to. Gren is not a reasonable person, however, so he did something completely different-- he just fucks off. His home is on the other side of the split, else he would have gone there to hide away and heal up. He doesn't have anywhere to go. Instead, he finds one of the abandoned apartment spires and holes up there; it's not like it's the first time that he's squatted, and at least there aren't any cops around to try to kick his ass out once somebody noticed. All he's got to do is wait, and eventually all the wounds will just take care of themselves. He heals quick, it'll be gone in a day and he'll be able to go out and hunt again. It's not really a process that he enjoys or anything, but going after monsters keeps him busy. Feels like he's helping.]
[He just has to wait and try not to think about how much he needs a fucking drink.]
30th
Good thing, too, 'cause he's about two seconds from blipping all the way across the city when the guy scares the skin right off of him with his loud, crashing arrival. One hand slips from his pocket and he takes a step back, nearly winding up backin' into a wall.]
Geez, buddy. D'you mind?
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Mettaton | OTA, will match style
[Mettaton's suspension of disbelief is being tested...but not quite fully removed by this entire city-split. Before, he may have panicked at the fact that he didn't know where anyone was and start shouting their names into the air, because he tended to be pretty passionate about people he cared about.
This time, however, he elects to calmly--if briskly--walk the perimeter of the wall, making sure no one he knew was hurt, while at the same time offering assistance to anyone he didn't know.
He might have been on a singular mission, but he wasn't that cold.]
Are you alright?
[How he asks can range between polite concern to HOLY SHIT YOU ALRIGHT?
It's all dependent on whether he knows the person in question.]
April 3rd (cw: some gore)
[With the deluge of monsters set upon the unfortunate half of the city which Mettaton's on...he finally finds something he can do. Much like with the Runespoors, he understands what needs to be done. He's equipped to do what needs doing too.
He can be found in one place or another, using his magic and brute force to kill as many of the aggressive creatures as he can, and perhaps enjoying it a little too much for someone who's part of a pacifist-geared race of magical beings. Even to those who know his penchant for violence and over-the-top behavior will find him almost manic. Perhaps he's enjoying this way too much after all, but why stop? It's helping. He's helping.
And as he uses magic to paralyze a varren and then crush its skull under his shining metal boot before it can attack a nearby person, there's quite the smile on his face. It's unsettling. And to make matters worse, he's focusing too much on what he's doing, enough that he doesn't notice another varren stalking him from the side, intending to leap on him and perhaps avenge its fallen comrade, if such creatures were even capable.]
April 6th
[At this point, Mettaton's really starting to notice that the organic part of the population (read: a hecking lot) is suffering from lack of water or food. So rather than keep mindlessly murdering the antagonistic monsters to "protect" people, he instead shifts to hunting them for food. It basically all works out the same, except that instead of leaving the bodies, he instead elects to bring them to someone who might find them useful.
Varrens seem like the best bet to start, but he also hunts after the Stalkers once he finds out their weakness to electricity. It definitely keeps him busy in between charging sessions, and he can be found dropping off his kills to anyone willing to quarter and prepare the meat. He intentionally keeps small portions for his friends, but it's not much that he manages to keep.
Surprisingly, doing this kind of thing puts Mettaton in a more chipper mood than usual. He feels...useful again, and it shows how much that means to him in the way he will casually start conversation, especially during downtimes in which he can find some type of energy source to charge from. Whether it's by someone he just shared potential food with, or he's just seated on the ground at the nearest place he could plug in, Mettaton is happy to chatter.
He might say:]
This is pretty terrible, isn't it? Does it happen often?
[Or perhaps:]
Are you doing okay, honey? If you need any help, you need only ask!! And, ah. Perhaps if you could wait for at least an hour, that would also be grand. I'm a little low on power.
((OOC: Got any other ideas, or did you want a closed prompt? Hit me up through PM or on my plurk at
3rd
So they were outside killing whatever they could get their hands on. The Real Knife - along with pretty much the rest of Chara - is soaked in blood. The sound of someone else killing another creature around them shouldn't be startling but there's a difference between a knife and grounding a skull under one's heel. Chara looks up and--
Mettaton.
They had not know he arrived in Hadriel. And something clearly was very different with him.
But there's no time to think about it just yet. Another Varren is sneaking up on him and while Chara is fast, they're not that fast. So--]
Behind you!
[Not quite a shout, but hopefully it gets his attention.]
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April 3rd let's start this terrible party
RIP
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Henry Percy | OTA
[Their current situation with monsters roaming this half of Hadriel's streets freely makes eyes on the streets a necessity around the clock. Whether it is by Tranquility's temple —where their fortified position is— or by the clinic —so vital to their continued health and sat just across from the colosseum— Henry ascends to the occupied rooftop, bearing his longbow and a couple of quivers full of heavy arrows, ready to do a shift himself.]
You need not stay if you wish to rest.
[He remarks, as he begins to string his bow.]
MONSTER SLAYING ✠
[Much of Henry's time is spent on the street themselves. In full plate armour and mail, his arming sword in his right hand and his heater shield strapped to his left arm, with his blue sash marking him out as a guardsman, he patrols the occupied sections of their side.
When the sound of a bestial cry cuts through the air, he heads straight for it.
And it appears that he's not the only one.
With a sharp nod of acknowledgement to make it clear that he is willing to work together, he says with aggressive determination:]
We shall crush it 'neath our boots!
DOWNTIME ✠
[Henry, for all of his exceptional skill as a knight, is merely human. Despite his normal excess of energy he still needs occasional rest. Right now, making use of Tranquility's temple, he sits on a sleeping bag, tending to his armour in between picking at his meagre meal. He cleans each piece, checks it over for any damage, before polishing it.
It's difficult knowing that their ultimate fate is out of their hands, that if Fear cannot get enough power then they will slowly starve regardless of what they do. The familiar routine of armour maintenance helps to stave off the restlessness and rising horror the thought brings.
Looking to Tranquility's blessing to find sleep is a last resort, so he concentrates on the task at hand. Still, if anyone else needs its help, the grey sigil shows on his shoulder.]
Monster Slaying
Go figure he'd end up being pursued by a Stalker. At first, he doesn't notice it due to it's cloaking ability. But when it glimmers back into it's known form, it makes a rather frightening sound beside Shuuya. Shit, he's in trouble!
With that bestial cry, Shuuya let out one of his own as he scrambles to run another direction. Monsters are bad, this is bad, he's in trouble and.... Shuuya's just laughing it off as he runs.
He stops when a figure, a knight, approaches. Oh, hey, Shuuya knows this guy! Thank God, his skin is saved. He looks over his shoulder to make sure he's not about to get beaten by the beast before he turns himself to face Henry properly with his usual grin.
That is... until Henry says that they'll squish the monster together. Well, crap, he wasn't expecting that.
Shuuya laughs a little nervously.]
Y-yea, alright, sure.
[He pulls out the two daggers from under his hoodie and it's almost immediately obvious he doesn't know how to wield them by the way he holds the hilts, gripping them clumsily. And he doesn't even know the basics of a fighting stance.
If he's terrified, his smile isn't letting him show it. He knows he can't fight for shit, but, uh.... sure, Henry, he'll give it his best shot.]
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Curufin | OTA
[ Curufin is just coming around the unused temple nearest Spire 1. The spire, of course, is no longer there, cut off by the mighty dividing wall. The Elf is keeping an eye on the various stretches of the ordinary cave walls where things are apt to come out of the tunnels and attack whomever they find, and today, suddenly there are many more of them. This is where he is when he gets the call from Maketh and Henry, asking all Guards to report their locations and to come to Guard HQ if possible.
He replies and then starts south across the city. When he gets to Confusion's temple, he can see that people have already begun to congregate there.
As he turns the corner around the huge building and looks down towards the south side's main bridge, he spots a shadow moving swiftly along the bank. . . and then another. Running through the shadows of the scrubby vegetation that lines the riverbank. Varren. He reports this to Percy and is told to keep the beasts away from the temple area and the bridge, and he heads down the slope towards the water. He keeps the phone in one hand and his sword in the other.
He moves quickly to gain the bridgehead before the varren can get there, as he doesn't want them crossing over to the other side, where Rage's temple, the Armory, and Guard HQ are located. There are no beasts attacking HQ yet, and he is hoping to keep it that way. The varren have spotted him, of course, and the dim light briefly shines in their bulbous eyes and gleams off their scaly hides as they approach him first at a trot and then at a run. ]
[ Bright smile. ] Sorry, it's not your dinnertime yet.
[ The phone is popped into his shirt pocket and the sword is up and ready. The creatures spring at him, one, two, and then several more, hungry and determined. The first varren's head goes flying and bonks the nose of one of his pack-mates, who looks startled and then furious. She leaps upon him next, and is cut down as well. The third varren circles around trying to find an advantage, but Curufin sets himself between the two trestle structures where the bridge's deck abuts the riverbank. This will make it hard for them to get behind him or even to come at him from the sides.
Curufin's teeth flash in a grin as he moves from side to side, slashing viciously, varren blood flying from his sword blade. More and more of them come. His sleeves are drenched with blood, mostly theirs, but some of it his. His adversaries die in droves, but not before they can howl to their fellows further along the riverbank, and three or four packs of fifteen or so members now swarm around this end of the bridge. They are getting smarter, too. They begin to work in concert, as they do when hunting anything large. One feints at him to try and distract him from another, who tries to slip closer and jump him. And then, they try rushing him all at once.
He takes a tumble when one of these gambits is more or less successful, rolls across the planking, and springs up with one of the creature hanging onto his arm and another onto his leg. He cuts the throat of the one on his arm, and then, somehow, snatches his phone out of his pocket and calls for backup.
The one that is hanging onto his leg is being rather persistent. He stabs it a couple of times and it clearly is scotched but not killed. Meanwhile, another pack approaches and tries to circle around him. The bridge is wide enough to make this theoretically possible, and Curufin has been keeping them off the decking by moving swiftly enough to reach and kill anything that tries to get past him. But with so many of them now, it is getting difficult.
He somehow gets the phone out and calls for backup. ]
March 31 to April 8 - Wildcard. Meet Curufin when and where you wish.
Re: Curufin | OTA
She pulls her gun and gets to business in the fastest and most efficient way she know show. Shoot the damn things. A few shots ring out and a pair of the varren drop to the ground. The loud noise of the pistol gets their attention and a couple turn to deal with the woman who is charging toward them.
Brandishing her combat knife, Jill weaves to avoid one of the beasts when it lunges at her, then plunges her knife into the other before it has the chance to spring on top of her.]
Curufin! Hang on!
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Bianca | Open + closed
Until she discovered Rey wasn't anywhere in this half of the city, Bianca was entirely sanguine about this clusterfuck. She's confident of her own survival skills and even more so of Rey's and, much as she wouldn't choose to spend her time starving and besieged by monsters, the most she feels is a kind of dark excitement.
And then Rey is nowhere to be found, and the bottom falls out of Bianca's resolve. She'll never tell anyone how long she spent in her dark house, huddled between her hyenas, using their heartbeats and warm breath to haul herself back to functional. By the time she tracks Nick down, she's glassily, almost maniacally perky.
"Good evening, Officer. Looks like a wild night out tonight."
[Open]
Bianca isn't really a combat specialist, but no one lives the adventuring life as long as she has without learning to be effective. She's no Kate or Shadow, but she's entirely capable of climbing drainpipes to get onto roofs, or leaping up and over walls to make a swift getaway. She also has a crossbow, a staser, a pair of long knives and an oldfashioned boar spear with a crosspiece.
She and her hyenas work together as though they were one entity in three bodies. Most of the city's monsters are too much for any of them to handle face to face, but the hyenas can outrun most of them sufficiently to lure them into crossbow range, and most things will die perfectly well with a bolt in their eye.
Most things. Right now she's cornered by a pair of Stalkers, and she could probably use a hand.
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And so he has been patrolling, curbing the monster population, trying to make sure what food is still available is distributed to those who need it -- folks more human than him. It keeps his mind off the half of the city that's vanished, and the people who went with it.
Of course, there are always reminders, and Rey's girlfriend would be one of them. Nick gives Bianca a courteous nod as she addresses him, but his expression is hardly warm. He and Bianca haven't always seen eye-to-eye, but Rey cares for her, and that has to count for something.
"It's Detective," he corrects, "though you can just call me Nick."
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Garden Pests [closed]
Not that they've left it behind before, but Carlisle considers it worth worrying about, as he does many aspects of his life these days; however, he should be more concerned with other things. He could worry about the food shortage, but Glacius makes sure he stays fed, hunting in the caves; he could worry about the lights, but he can conjure his own. Other dangers lurk out of his sight, namely that huge pile of moss and vines that has crept closer and closer to the area where he and Glacius are setting up the new garden. It sits, waiting.
Carlisle pays it little attention as he looks over his crude illustration for the layout, wondering just how he'll get his fanged ivy into place without Glacius insisting he moves them. The clergyman assigned him to construction work for the time being, knowing the icy giant would want to help anywhere he could, even if that 'where' is 'potentially dangerous to a certain alien's delicate gills.' At least the fanged ivy Carlisle had in his room at the apartment is a small one: it's far easier to carry than his previous ones, and by virtue of being less cumbersome is also less dangerous.
"If you don't mind getting started on the fencing," Carlisle calls to Glacius, picking up the ivy, "I'll get some of these plants into position so they're not all clumped together. I especially need to separate the fanged ivy from the coilers before I end up with a tangled mess."
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As such, he seems a little more distracted from the task of gardening than the sharp focus he normally dedicates to a task so important to the clergyman. That worry is combined with a sort of hypervigilance that might be familiar to Carlisle by how. The lines of muscle in the alien's body are tenser than usual and his senses are tuned outwards, straining to keep watch and detect any encroaching threats--he must make good on his promise, after all. Like the clergyman, he has little idea that the next menace will be from the very plants themselves, less assuming monsters having slipped in with all of the various greenery and supplies they've gathered in the park for their task.
Carlisle's question draws his gaze away from the treeline and back to some of the lumber he'd chopped and shaped by hand. The otherworldly being tilts his head, watching him handle the fanged ivy with that same sort of wariness, remembering the time it pierced clean through the human's lip. He still thinks it should be him handling such a tricky, dangerous plant--he's the one with skin that doubles as natural armor, after all... but he knows his partner is just as worried about him. He did have to watch the alien laid out on the floor of his bedroom choking on the vine at one point, which is admittedly a much more traumatic injury than a simple puncture in the lip that was healed within a few seconds. Glacius simply wishes Carlisle would put more stock in his natural defenses--it feels like his partner's faith in him as an impervious defender has been shaken somehow.
Thoughts and concerns bubbling to the surface more readily than usual because of everything going on; the warrior shakes his head as if to snap his mind back to present, then finally responds. "... Very well. Just be careful, and don't be afraid to ask for my assistance. That plant is no real threat to me--I have operculum that can protect my gills, after all."
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