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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-02-21 09:48 pm

( event ) FIRE & BLOOD

The atmosphere has been tense in both cities ever since the new batch of refugees were shot down out of the sky. Natives and refugees alike will note that things are steadily growing worse and worse... until suddenly, the tension snaps. Chaos erupts on one seemingly ordinary night and will continue until early March, when it all comes to a head. The question is, as always... what will you do?

You may submit an AC-eligible thread set in either Olympia or Wyver for 1 OLYMPIA REP POINT OR 1 WYVER REP POINT respectively, HERE or HERE, so long as the thread involves your character complying with their faction of choice's goals and responsibilities.

As a note, faction compliance in this case refers to actions that benefit the faction in the long term. Meaning that while citizens might be revolting against one another temporarily, assisting their fellow people and business will be considered as faction compliance for the purposes of submitting REP. (For example, raiding the palace in Olympia would earn 1 Wyver REP, whereas helping put out the fires in the palace would earn 1 Olympia REP.)

You may write threads and prompts in both cities, but ICly, they should take place on different days. Please also note that travel between factions is heavily scrutinized during the events of this log. If your character travels between cities, please report it here.
EMBERS IN OUR BLOODLINES    
CHAOS ERUPTS. The city hasn't been exactly peaceful for some time — discontented grumbles have been directed at anyone who exhibits even the slightest amount of pro-Wyver (anti-Olympian) sentiment — but now, the tensions have not simply worsened: they've outright snapped.

It wouldn't be unusual to start your day to the sound of breaking glass. Perhaps it's a neighbor's window, or if you're truly unlucky, it's your own. Regardless, it's clear that there are a number of people who decide that violence is the answer. Well-armed shops such as The Sharper are left alone, but The Silk Wyrms, The Wyvernest, and other smaller businesses aren't so lucky. Visit the tailor, and you'll find that someone has broken in and slashed many of the in-progress custom orders; at the dragon cafe, someone has set many of the miniature dragons loose in a bid to purge the city of anything tainted by Wyver's influence. Many shopkeeps are fearful that the culprits might return. They're offering good silver for anyone who will retrieve stolen goods, round up the missing dragons, or find proof of who the culprits were — and for protection in case the culprits return. Linger, and you'll be in a position to potentially stop a repeat attack when the rioters come back with torches and bricks.

Members of the Royal Guard have their hands full with the fights breaking out to attend to every instance of violence against the businesses. Shouting in the squares escalates into bloody brawls — and if you spend any time outside, you'll soon see why. There's a strange mist in the most populated parts of the city, which you may recognize as having similar effects to the waters of Flona Cove that lower one's inhibitions. It spurs those who would usually agree to disagree into shouting matches, and influences people who would normally shout into throwing punches. Members of the Guard, usually a mediating force, are joining the fray themselves.

Even you aren't immune to the mist's effects. Whether you're protecting your home or place of employment, chasing down vandals, rounding up escaped dragons from the dragon cafes, or even just observing what's going on with someone else, you're likely doing it much more aggressively than you typically would... but then, this level of aggression seems to be becoming Olympia's new normal.



SINNERS TO PLAY AS SAINTS. The theaters are miraculously untouched, but The Life and Death of Nithor the Exalted is no longer being put on. Instead, passers-by are being pulled onstage to play out other scenes from Olympia's glorious history. Those who don't want to play along don't have much of a choice; those orchestrating the scenes have people out in the crowds to bring people up by force if necessary.

The base scenario is simple enough: the noble Olympian puts the pathetic Wyvern in their place. Perhaps it's a fight scene: the Olympian comes out on top, of course, and the crowd roars for blood. Wyver weapons are only props, however, but the Olympian weapons? They're very, very real. Or perhaps it's a callback to when the Olympian people marked captured Wyverns with brands to assert their dominance — there is real fire, and real brands, on stage.

If you pass as Olympian, you may be pressed to perform. If you don't want to really hurt someone, you'd best learn how to fake it — refuse to play your part, and the crowd will very quickly turn against you. If you're too obviously not Olympian, or if they recognize you as someone who went off-script last time (and they have very good memory), you'll likely be pressed into the role of an unfortunate Wyvern. Hopefully your co-star is gentle...

Break a leg. Literally, as the case may be.



CRITICAL CONDITION. With all the chaos, it's only a matter of time before people start to seek medical attention. However, along the way to The Sanctuary, they'll be faced with an almost insurmountable barricade. It isn't immediately obvious who put it up, but it's clear that nobody will be getting through it without significant effort.

Approach, and a voice will ring out warning you to keep back. It's one of the employees at the clinic; she has a crossbow in her shaking hands, and if pressed, she'll admit that they put up the barricade to keep out rioters. She understands that there are people who need their help, but the decision was made to keep themselves and their supplies safe so that when the dust settles, they can set out en masse and help more people than they could if they were raided.

If you're accompanied by someone with grievous injuries, or if you're terribly injured yourself, you may be able to convince her to let you in for a quick patch-up, but they're not giving any medicines out. If you need more supplies, you'll have to figure out another way of getting it — either by overpowering the woman on watch and raiding the clinic yourself, or distracting her so that other members of your group can sneak in and take what they need.

Making matters worse is the gigantic vulture-like creature, much larger than the birds in Murkwell Hollow... and much meaner. This beast doesn't wait for eye contact before it attacks: it swoops down out of the sky when people are gathered at the barricade, snatching up anyone it can grab in its talons, fixing on whoever's closest. However, if someone who killed a vulture is present, it pursues them with relentless determination. If not dealt with, it will attempt to eat the dead and the injured without discrimination. It can be driven off with high difficulty using weapons, magical abilities (except fire, which doesn't affect it), and the terrain to your advantage. It will retreat before it can be killed, presumably so that it can regroup and harry the next batch of people to get close to the barricade.

As it retreats it will drop feathers that can be sold to the Institute for study for 100 silver; one feather per character, please. Sales can be reported here.



PALACE BURNS. Chaos reigns for the better part of a week, and toward the end, it escalates past the point of rioting in the streets — the violence reaches Empress Simwe's palace. In the gardens where Olympians and refugees alike had lit lanterns in unity and remembrance mere weeks before, one careless (or perhaps not so careless) flame catches, spreading to the rest of the grounds and to one of the palace walls. The members of the Royal Guard, already stretched thin, are too preoccupied with trying to contain the blaze to stop anyone from pouring in through the breach.

It's an opportunity that looters and dissidents do not pass up.

Follow them in, and you'll find the elegant surroundings being torn apart. Many of the rioters are those who have it out for Simwe and are hunting for her. As she's nowhere to be found, they settle for the next best thing: setting torch to her portraits. Portraits of the late emperor, on the other hand, are left untouched. The vandals are incredibly vocal in their displeasure with Simwe's policies, and almost fanatical in their opinion that life in Olympia would be much better if Simwe had perished in her husband's place. They turn to violence when the frightened maids and other servants don't have the answers they want as they leave a trail of fire in their wake. Will you use them as a smokescreen for your own venture, or will you intervene?

Further inside, the sticky-fingered will find furnishings, clothing, jewelry — anything that isn't bolted down is fair game. In the library, the gilded titles of priceless books glitter on the shelves; in the wine cellar, Simwe's personal collection of extremely fine vintages waits to be sampled; a mirrored room furnished entirely with pillows is draped in lacy underthings; fragrant salts and bottles of perfume sit in a steam-filled bathing room; in the treasury, looters are hard at work squirrelling away silver and carrying off golden baubles. Nobody looks too closely at anyone's face unless given a reason to, but in the morning, heads will certainly roll. You could make off with your own treasure from the palace with none the wiser, or you could stop one of the looters — maybe it's even a fellow refugee — and turn them in to the guard to help restore some order to this night of chaos.

In the depths of the treasury, there is a group trying to get past a sealed door. They're an unpleasant, volatile lot, and they make a lot of noise about how if they can just get their hands on the heart of the legendary dragon, they'll be able to wipe Wyver from the map once and for all and put someone competent on the throne. After multiple failed attempts, they start offering a reward of 50 silver to anyone who makes an attempt at opening the door.

ABOUT THE DOOR: The inner treasury door is enchanted to stand up to all manner of assaults, both magical and physical. Any attempts to dispel the enchantment will fail, but characters are welcome to make attempts in exchange for cash. While minor force will be harmlessly absorbed by the shields on the door, anything of great strength will be reflected back at its point of origin — so be ready to dodge!

Whether you help the Guard put out the fire, steal from the palace, try and get past the enchanted door, or make attempts to stop the looters, your actions may have consequences later. Please report any significant actions you take here.

NOTE: Characters are welcome to steal a single minor, setting-appropriate item from the palace. Mod approval is not required. Any items of greater import in the palace are locked in a vault and inaccessible.

BLOOD ON MY HANDS LIKE THE BLOOD IN YOU    
FOR GLORY. Meanwhile, in Wyver, the holiday celebrating Nithor's death may have finished, but the spirit is still high. The citizens, eagerly awaiting the results of the contest from earlier in the month, congregate at a large stadium in the East End on the morning of the 21st and encourage refugees to join them — not only will the contest winner be announced, but there will be a series of physical trials to select Wyver's best and brightest. This yearly event is considered the true end to the holiday. They honor those who excel at the arts — whether they be standard arts or the art of combat — and with these trials, they will honor those who excel on the battlefield. King Shanrian himself speaks to kick off the festivities, holding a distinctly human skull in his hands the entire time he's in view.

Everyone, join me in praising the winners of our citywide contest! I was, heh... quite delighted with the meat jelly dish submitted by citizens Clair and Frederick. Such creativity! Meanwhile, dear Shenya loved hearing the beautiful music provided by Diva and Tani Umenosuke. And as you all well know, his vote is my vote.

Now I speak to you on a more serious note: I encourage all of you to join the legacy of those who helped bring down the mad and oppressive Nithor. I ask you all to join the trials. Show the world that we are a people of honor. For we do not seek glory, but fairness, liberty, and truth. Citizens, do you have what it takes to represent your home?



Signing up is simple. Interested parties are to submit their name at the registration desk, and by high noon, the festivities will kick off in full.

First up is a tournament — to thin the numbers down and ensure that only the best of the best make it to the end, participants are matched to a fight until one side is incapacitated. The air is thick with excitement, and bouts continue all day and through the night. Vendors have set up temporary stalls to sell food, toiletries, pillows, and blankets for those who don't wish to miss even a moment of the action.

If you're participating, you will take part in three fights before the finalists are determined; if you are not, you will be free to watch from the audience or, if you're acquainted with people who are fighting, to go behind the scenes to assist them by bringing them water or medicine between matches or even just give them moral support. Either way, you'll notice a slight shift in the air as time goes by.

Midway through the preliminary matches, the atmosphere changes from enthusiastic to outright bloodthirsty. Observers who were content to see a knock out will call for blood. People will start to clamor for the losers to lose their lives, and audience members will find themselves itching for a fight. One wrong look and the fighting might not just be constrained to the ring.

Make it through to the finals, and your trial will be more focused on teamwork: after all, the assassins who took down Nithor had to work together to get their job done. Finalists are paired off to face a variety of beasts, some from Wyver, some from Olympia, and some from other, far-flung parts of the isles. There is no set number of winners — anyone who performs well will be honored with a prize of silver at the end — but the beasts are ferocious, and it will take coordination and exceptional skill to make it out unscathed.

Either way, it's sure to be a spectacle.



HEARTY DIETS. The city's atmosphere does not become peaceful with the conclusion of the trials. Wherever you turn, the people around you seem to be more combative than usual - and in this city, that can be quite the feat.

To mark the end of another successful set of trials, the shamans of the Altar of Volkkra make dragon's blood, which they partake in for one of their rituals, more widely available to the public. Most drink it straight, although there are some who take it mixed in with other drinks. Either way, the effects are the same:
Drinking dragon's blood will feel like drinking liquid fire. It will burn the entirety of its way down and leave you with a presence in your chest that you will carry with you for three days before wearing off. It is a warmth that seems to imbue you with the strength and confidence of the dead dragon. The adrenaline will minimize any great pains, and you will have the sense that the path you choose is right.

Unfortunately, there is a downside. The dragon blood will keep you restless until the effects wear off. Confidence will turn into mindless arrogance. If you and your companion both drink the blood, you will butt heads because you will believe the other is wrong. Additionally, you may experience the need to hoard. The shamans say it is a trial you must endure to learn not to overindulge, but to someone who has never drank before, the feeling will be overwhelming.
Dragon's blood isn't the only variety to partake in. This time of year, the blood of a variety of monsters can be found to drink; it's said that consuming a creature's blood will imbue you with that creature's power. Whether this is true or not remains to be seen — some insist it's a rumor, while others swear its veracity — but fueled by the confidence the dragon's blood has drawn out of them, the natives are very insistent that you try it out, and some may even challenge you to a blood-drinking contest.

There are some who say that they've managed to procure the blood of Olympians, and that ingesting it will sap the strength of the Olympian people and bestow it upon Wyver instead. Some Wyvern natives aren't willing to allow the blood of their most hated enemies past their lips and would instead use Olympian blood to paint out scenes of their destruction, either on the walls like the murals or on charms from the Altar of Volkkra, as it is said to have the same effect. If you're offered some of this "paint," it's probably better to accept. After all, refusal would be very un-Wyvernlike, and you wouldn't want to be marked as the next target for someone hoping to procure Olympian blood, would you?



FANNING FLAMES. Since the trials, natives have lit bonfires throughout the city as a way of showing support for their favorite contenders; the belief is that as long as the flames continue to be fed, the contender will continue to fight well. Even now that the trials are over, the flames burn bright. These contenders are Wyver's hope of victory over Olympia, after all; isn't it better to keep the fires ablaze until they've brought the Olympians to their knees?

But it isn't just wood that they're using for kindling. This time they want a more personal offering. Many of the natives will shed their own blood to throw into the fire, and still more roam the streets in search of people to feed to the flames. You might find yourself one of their targets if you've been too noticeably traveling between the cities on a regular basis, or if you've made the mistake of donning the Olympian colors of white and gold even in a subtle way. Perhaps you come off as a loyal citizen of Wyver, and they've tapped you to assist them with feeding a person to the flames — If you refuse, you might face scrutiny yourself.

Chaos is on the rise. It's a bastardization of celebration that has long since gotten out of hand, although few seem inclined to try and contain it. Those who do are mainly shouted down or silenced by other means, and if you're looking to assist them in quelling the unrest, you'll have to be subtle lest you wind up facing the citizens' ire.

Luckily, there is something to provide a distraction: a gigantic vulture-like creature, much larger than the birds from Murkwell Hollow, has come to hunt . When it descends, it makes to grab anyone with its talons, with one exception — if anyone who killed a vulture in Murkwell is nearby, it will ignore the others and focus its attempts on tearing them apart with a relentless, single-minded determination. If not driven off, the dead and the injured will become its next meal, and it has no qualms about diving into the flames to snatch up bodies, as it's unharmed by fire. It can be driven off with high difficulty using weapons, magical abilities (other than fire), and the terrain to your advantage, but will retreat before it can be killed so that it can regroup and make another attempt at snatching up bodies later.

As it retreats it will drop feathers that can be sold to the Altar of Volkkra for experimentation for 100 silver; one feather per character, please. Sales can be reported here.



BEASTLY EXHIBITS.The shamans of Volkkra, perhaps under the influence of dragon's blood, have their own way of dealing with the unrest. Throughout the week, those protesting the chaos start to vanish, and either from rumors or direct observation it will soon become obvious why: they're being brought to the main Altar of Volkkra, all the way up on Namarak Summit. If you have been attempting to calm people down, you might just find yourselves taken; otherwise, you can tail the shamans to the summit to find what's going on for yourself.

Those taken to the main altar are blindfolded and thrust into the labyrinthine halls without a flame to guide their way. Shamans guard the entrances and exits; inside, all light but that of the Eternal Flame have been extinguished. Other shamans, who take part in the rumored experiments, roam the halls with wicked-looking knives in search of new test subjects. If they come across you, you'll need to either fight or run.

It is possible to escape this, either by overpowering them or by using your wits. It's even possible to find your way to the entrance and fight your way past the shamans guarding it — but the when the first person sets foot out of the halls, the shamans call for backup. Menacing shrieks and roars sound from inside the mazelike halls, and strange, mishmashed creatures emerge from the darkness.

They're angry, and they're willing to lash out at both refugee and shaman alike.

ABOUT THE MONSTERS: They are amalgamations of people and creatures from all over the isles, and each one is different. One might have the head of a Duldrum, the torso and arms of a man, and the lower half of a Glowing Snake; another might look like a Wispurr with a second head of an Unlucky Cat grafted onto it, and the abilities to match. The shamans seem to have been mixing and matching the features and abilities of both named and unnamed creatures as they see fit, and they've whipped them up into a frenzy — these chimeras crave blood, and will not stop until their targets are dead, or they are.

They can be killed with medium difficulty using your own weapons, supplies from the Altar, and any abilities you might possess; survive, and the shamans will let you go with 200 silver as compensation, having decided that you've proven your worth and that your strength may be an asset to Wyver in the future. If your character successfully kills a chimera, please report it here.


FINAL OOC NOTES    
An AC-eligible thread in which your character complies with their faction's goals for 1 REP POINT FOR EITHER OLYMPIA OR WYVER may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD FOR OLYMPIA OR WYVER HERE OR HERE RESPECTIVELY BY MARCH 14th 11:59 PM EST.

We will no longer be providing overflow posts. In an event where the post hits CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals or create their own catch-all post. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP.

1 SILVER = 1 US DOLLAR.
underwhelms: (pay your respects eh)

[personal profile] underwhelms 2018-03-11 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ He hadn't been expecting her to say anything, and when she looks over at him, he can't help the way his chest tightens at her expression. If anything the look as the opposite effect, it makes him want to jerk his hands away, drop everything that he's doing and pretend instead like this can all be fixed with a few reassuring words and kisses.

But it can't, so he does his best.

The blood almost immediately seeps through the towel as he wraps it around her arm, tight and firm, trying not to squirm when he thinks about the wound underneath, and the way her skin probably doesn't fit neatly together anymore, but isn't given a choice as he wraps the towel around. Then another, all the while doing his best not to just pass out from the sight and from his overactive imagination. It's almost comical how thick he's bandaged the wound, but his expression doesn't show the slightest hint of amusement as he ties the towel in place.

Then, he stops. Because that's it. That's his limit. He doesn't know what else to do and there are no other skills he has available to help. This is as far as he can go and he has no idea if that's enough, and it's terrifying. Should he call for help? Go out to the Sanctuary and get medical supplies? ]


Remember to keep your arm up.

[ He's just repeating himself because he's out of advice. He'd hold her hand but he's got blood on his and there's blood on hers. ]

I'm finished. You can lie down on my bed, okay?

[ But well, the blood is probably dry now anyway, and what's a little more mess consider their current state, so he reaches out to rest a hand on her head as comfort. ]
poolhall_killer: (assertive)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2018-03-11 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
There have been several, though their wounds have been thankfully minor. The ones with more severe wounds got handled by those with more experienced hands.

[And hopefully Venom will be among their ranks someday. He doesn't follow Anders in, waiting patiently for his friend to gather the materials.]

If you need an escort out, I can help you.
thawedheart: (this is a pitying look probably)

[personal profile] thawedheart 2018-03-11 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't immediately go for the water - she'll let Duo have first dibs on the spout. She's a demon. She's (probably) tasted stranger things before.

Instead, she thinks a little about what he's said while he rinses his mouth of the taste of the dragon's blood.]


It sounds like there was a lot going on between these two cities even before we all arrived here. ...it's a shame we all have to be caught up in the middle of it.
reinhardtzar: (pic#12041766)

[personal profile] reinhardtzar 2018-03-11 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ rein rolls his lone eye. um, he is using his body accordingly!? it's fine. he considers retorting dryly, but cain has already turned around to give him a look he knows all too well.

and it unfortunately followed by an entirely characteristic statement and action. he represses the urge to yelp, and instead lunges forward to grip him by the shoulder.

the place is dark. atrociously dark. the man nearly trips over himself for a moment, but more importantly, he catches cain by the shoulders and pulls him back towards him — even if it is with a slight "thud" ]


Don't—... [ he grumbles underneath his breath. ] be careless. [ and suddenly, a small flame manifests in the palm of reinhardtzar's hand. ] Do you see anything of value?
priorly: (➣ tremor)

[personal profile] priorly 2018-03-11 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[If Byerly's people are training five-year-olds to use themselves as human shields, Prior's going to have words with the next few Vor-whatevers to wake up. As Prior goes down, as he expects the back of his skull to smack against the marble, his own fears are swallowed up by those of a child from long ago, already scared for too many reasons and hated for none that feel fair.

And then there's the jolt of the fall and his eyes could as well be stinging from that, tears coming from the shock and]
Byerly. [it's the only word he manages, curling round him in return, hands finding a means to escape the confines of Byerly's body to wrap his skull, pressing their foreheads together.

For a moment it's as though the building has taken a deep exhale, sucking all the oxygen out of the room they're in. Then it flows back, a pressure wave that doesn't quite hit them hard enough to do serious damage.

The door and hall are in flames when it dies back. Drapes. Universal to those of noble standing, apparently, and so very flammable. None of it matters.]
Byerly. Fuck, are you -
colorature: (Default)

[personal profile] colorature 2018-03-11 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
You're lucky I am.

[It's sweet, she thinks, how JJ worries about her. It makes her long for Amshel's watchful eye and caring words. For now she was stuck with Solomon as her only guardian, and while he was capable he could be, well...how should she put it exactly? Not very fun.

JJ though, was fun. He complimented her, respected her, and made her feel like she deserved the moon(s) and stars. It'd be wrong to say she wasn't charmed by him - she was - and it was fortunate for JJ that she was. Currently she's hanging off his arm, her own looped with his, with little care for those around them. Once might see it as the innocence of a sheltered girl but in reality it's the confidence of an apex predator.]


No one will touch you while I'm here!
frombetrayal: (Default)

[personal profile] frombetrayal 2018-03-11 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Not a very good liar at all. Haru's expression is stern, but she knows this isn't the time or place for a lecture.

...although the vulture can't exactly get at them with the way the trees are spaced out. That's a relief, if nothing else.]


Let's try and avoid flying until it's had more time to heal, in that case. [They can make their way home on foot once the coast is clear, probably. Or Haru can attempt to steer the broom...? It's probably fine.] ...getting into the Sanctuary might be more of a priority than it was before.
nineteenfortyfive: (Default)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-03-11 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Human sacrifices? [Bloody hell. Why is it always human sacrifices? And the drinking of blood--Claire's stomach churns at the thought.]

Olympia is far from perfect, obviously, but I'm glad we're here and not there. The hell does he think he's doing, going there to investigate when we have enough problems here as it is?
cutefaced: more zombie movies - to prepare for the end times (this is why you have to watch)

[personal profile] cutefaced 2018-03-11 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Yikes.

The man is furious, but the shots from Slaine's gun - although they don't connect - startle him into having to weave and dodge, which skews his aim. Nobody gets impaled. Yet.

The dragon in Yona's arms is just not having this. It squirms free, darts over, and nips at the man's ankles - which causes him to kick it away. Yona lets out a cry and runs after it to scoop it up.]


Just leave us alone! We weren't hurting you until you came after us!
cutefaced: when are you going to send me someone to date that isn't a complete psychopath (dear cupid)

[personal profile] cutefaced 2018-03-11 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Too quiet.

Is it because he's choosing not to listen, or is it just that he can't hear her? Yona's voice feels like it might stay stuck in her throat forever, but she stumbles forward after a moment, arm outstretched.

Can she stop him?

Should she stop him? If they let the survivors go, won't they just come back?

But she can't just let this other man die...]


I said stop!

[This time, her voice is louder. This time, she surges forward to make a grab for his arm to try and keep hi hand far away from his next would-be victim.]
panzersoldat: (zeus)

[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-03-11 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[PUUUUUB BRAWWWWL!! ]

OLD MAN! I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I'M STILL AS FIT AS I WAS WHEN I WAS 30!! [ This is likely not true, his life has been hard on his old man joints, but he likes to believe it's still true. ] LET ME SHOW YOU JUST HOW YOUNG I STILL AM. [ He's rolls up a sleeve just to show off his massive arms.

But flexing is a distraction to Justice!! so he's going to turn and punch the person that has the bowl of blood. Punch them as hard as he can. It's pretty epic to see a person flying. ]
LET'S GO, YOUNG LADY. LET'S TEACH THEM RIGHT FROM WRONG.
cutefaced: if i didn't make you hate things you once loved? (what kind of friend would i be)

[personal profile] cutefaced 2018-03-11 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Something to that effect. If they make it all the way there, their pursuers might be satisfied they were telling the truth and just leave them be.]

What caused it, I wonder...?

[And is there something - anything - they can do to turn it back to the way it was?]

It's strange... that this is happening in both cities at the same time.

cutefaced: if you run (it's not a walk of shame)

[personal profile] cutefaced 2018-03-11 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[...what kingdom is that, exactly?

Yona's curious, but they can tell stories about where they came from after they track down the missing dragons. She looks back the way she came.]


If you didn't see a dragon come this way, then that means it must have turned left instead of right... this way!

[time to run down the streets]
meinwaifu: spooky (Spoopy ♪)

[personal profile] meinwaifu 2018-03-11 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[And this time, Mephisto hears her.]

[He freezes in place as she latches onto his arm, releasing his hold on the other man. Finally freed, the man stumbles first to the floor and then to his feet, scrambling to run down the hall and out of the house as fast as possible -- leaving his axe and his friend's body behind. After something like this, this might not be the last they see of him...]

[And yet Mephisto makes no move to chase after him. If anything, he waits until the man has clearly left the house before turning to look down at Yona.]

[But unlike a few seconds ago -- he's now looking at her with both eyes, the wounds on his face having healed away as if they were never there at all.]


...ah, Miss Yona. It seems I've shown you something rather scary, haven't I?
cutefaced: (75)

[personal profile] cutefaced 2018-03-11 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
Who...

[Who are you probably isn't the right question to be asking. Faust might not be his real name, but he's still the same person he was before. Or rather, the man who taught her magic is the same person who's just killed a man in front of her bedroom now.

Was he like this all along? Why didn't she see it?]


What... are you?
meinwaifu: (And had a great fall ♪)

[personal profile] meinwaifu 2018-03-11 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a pause. And then he sighs, almost as if he were disappointed. But the grin on his face remains, the look on his face giving the impression he were trying not to laugh.]

After all this time, you really have to ask? I thought I taught you better than that.

[All the hints, the inconsistencies, the strange behavior... they were no doubt easy enough to dismiss when he was playing the role of someone kind and caring. But now that she's seen him for what he is, those little things are no doubt going to start adding up.]

I'm a demon, of course! And it looks like our little game has finally come to an end... what a shame.
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[personal profile] verflair 2018-03-11 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ It does seem to be rethinking its desire to be here, in any case, since it's once again battered by Venom's attacks. X'rhun's swords strike true as well, shearing feathers off of the creature and cutting deep.

It only just pulls out of its dive, awkwardly flailing and flapping away, to find somewhere to lick its wounds. ]


Hopefully that's the end of it for a while.
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[personal profile] revlon 2018-03-11 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Peggy frowns in the middle of prepping a needle — for local anaesthetic, and suddenly she's rather glad that Claire and John had offered lessons to get her up to speed on more modern medicine — and tips her head just enough to catch his gaze. ]

Nonsense. [ It's firm, not quite disapproving but a near thing. ] It wasn't even a question in my mind. I will accept a 'thank you,' but not an apology. There's no need.

[ They met because she pulled him free of a bog. And they've run into each other again in the midst of all this fighting. Stop getting into trouble, indeed, young Mr Jackson. But the fact of the matter is trouble often follows Peggy Carter, too. And she won't have him feel as though he ought to get through this mad place alone — she has no doubt he feels he can, but that doesn't mean he must.

She's quiet for a moment, numbing the area around the wound. As always, she's a light touch. ]


I lived in New York, too, [ she says softly after she's done. Now for another needle altogether. ] But I suspect it was quite different from yours.
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[personal profile] cutefaced 2018-03-11 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
[She'd been clinging to that small, vain hope - that his answer might be something else, anything else.

All those stories were hints. This whole time, he was just waiting to see how long it would take her to notice. How long would it have taken, if these men hadn't broken into the house tonight? How much longer did he plan to string her along?

Demon.

Game.

Was that all it was, then? ...all this time.]


Get out.

[Her voice is shaking. It's because of tears, but she's hoping that he mistakes it for anger.]
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[personal profile] meinwaifu 2018-03-11 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
[This is it. This is the moment he was building towards -- the moment he would reveal that everything up until now had all been one big game. Pretending to be cursed, lying to her constantly, telling her all kinds of stories and seeing just how much he could teach her in order to further his own studies in this world's magic--]

[Talking to her. Caring for her while she was ill. Enjoying her company. Watching her grow and mature. Making her smile and laugh and cry...]


[Why does his chest suddenly feel so tight? He intended to laugh at her. To spit on everything they've shared so far, and to relish the sheer torment she must be feeling to realize that someone so close to her has been living a lie all along.]

[But he doesn't feel any of that. He doesn't feel anything. All he feels is a startling emptiness.]

[He didn't want the game to end so soon.]

[He didn't want her to find out like this.]

[He didn't want to leave her side.]


[But she was telling him to leave.]
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[personal profile] meinwaifu 2018-03-11 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
[And he doesn't want to.]

Now, now-- is that any way to treat the one who just saved your life?

[He snaps his fingers -- and the body of the man he killed disappears, along with the other man's axe. But the knife the first man used was still there, sitting on the ground not too far away.]

I just had an axe swung through my head, you know. Even if the body I'm borrowing can heal, that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt! Just because the dog you let sleep in your bed happened to be a demon-- you'd turn on me so quickly?

[He's using the same cold tone he used with the burglars, taking a step closer, still grinning-- for as much as the words sound like he's trying to convince her, his act is much too poor this time.]
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[personal profile] romancekiller 2018-03-11 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
[clarke just nods at that] Yeah, I can definitely do that if you distract her.
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[personal profile] cutefaced 2018-03-11 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
[She starts to take a step back when he steps forward - but, no. This is her house. The intruders have already frightened her enough today. She refuses to be frightened any longer - particularly not by him.

Yona bites her lip and stands her ground.]


Because all of this was only a game to you. [He can't claim that it's not. He's the one who said it himself - our little game has finally come to an end. She won't be forgetting that anytime soon.] You said it's over, so... it's time for you to leave.

Play games with your own life, not with mine!
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[personal profile] meinwaifu 2018-03-11 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
[She's grown strong. Would she have been able to stand up against him like this, had he shown this side of himself early on? Would she have been able to tell him to leave so forcefully? He's not sure.]

[Perhaps she's always been strong. And he was just too caught up in his own weaknesses to notice.]

[He can't hold it against her-- this pain in his heart was his own doing. It was his own fault, his own mistake. He should have never allowed himself to grow so close to a human like this. It was a lesson he'd learned too late with Jae-ha, but with Yona...]

[He should have let her go sooner.]



...very well. If that is what you want, then I'll go.

[He takes a step back, slightly bowing his head, hiding his expression.]

Of course, I can't imagine we'll be meeting again, so I suppose that makes this good-bye.

[He bows further.]

Farewell... Miss Yona.

[And just like that-- he disappears in a poof of smoke.]
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[personal profile] vladpire 2018-03-11 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
They teach that here?

[He supposed if that were the norm for the natives of the world, it would make sense. It was just a little... outside of his standards, hence the incredulity.

His head shook at her question.]


I have not met many here. Yet. There's been one distraction after another, and it seems I've spent most of my time here trying to fend off aggression or thoughts not my own.