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AWAKENING
Who: Everyone
When: Midnight, June 6th
Where: Green Valley Orchids
What: It is time.
The subway stop near the orchards was not the type of place that most people liked to be when darkness fell. The orchards near the school were set up almost like a public park, which wasn’t so bad in and of itself, but it’s also the area where over half of the murders happened before the curfew was first put in place. It was a place people didn't go unless absolutely necessary and most had started taking alternate routes to avoid the stop. As one of the first subway stations built in the city, its architecture didn't really mesh with those that came after it. It had jagged corners where the smell of wet earth lingered, making it unpleasant even for those brave enough to continue to use it, and there had even been talk of closing it permanently once routes and nearby stations had been revamped to be better able to take care of the traffic.
Due to this, it only has the bare-bones of a shelter, fallen into disrepair as the curfew was enforced city-wide, and a couple of night guards, (probably already asleep due to the lack of activity they’re expecting), so characters arriving there will be mostly unnoticed. For a place that had such a bad history, most people rightfully avoid it.
For most of them it will be their first meeting with each other. There will be a bit of time to talk before their phones display a zero. Plenty of time to talk about what they suspect and what might just happen...and that horrible vision they had shared. Then there’s that countdown on their phones...ticking away the last few minutes.
The lights go out when the countdown ends. The lack of sound is, for lack of better word, worrying. Very soon, only the light of the phones serves as makeshift flashlights for the small group. But soon, even as words get displayed, a deep male voice echoes, which could be much more worrying.
Considering the choice of words, that might be Luci.
The voice laughs again.
A voice in your mind warns you this might be the biggest mistake you'll be making in your entire life...and yet your heart feels like it's going to burst from your body from the joy you feel...
It begins with a scream nearby. The same noise that they heard during the vision. The trees begin to turn grey as the sounds of hundred of creatures moving can be heard from all sides. The application opens, displaying them all in real time.
The group is surrounded.
By all logic, they should be running, but their legs feel bolted to the ground. They can't move.
The creatures begin to get closer. The trees start to rot nearby.
Breathing begins to increase. The sound of voices and memories quickly flashing before their eyes that might cause some to clutch at their head...exactly the same thing that the man had been doing back in the vision. If they look down at their hands, they will see them fading, see-through.
Yet for them, something is different. Just as the creatures are about to attack, they stop. A vision of the Velvet Room flashes before the eyes of those gathered as the two attendants silently nod. Then a return to reality as a light of color pierces the night from their hearts. A single voice can be heard, drowning out anything they might be hearing.
It laughs and fades, as time quickly returns to this world. There's only a few seconds to react before it all goes to hell. A faded hand to reach into your chest.
The choice is yours. Death...or Awakening.
It’s a feeling unlike they have ever felt. Never have their bodies been so alive. Their minds fill with lost memories, their bodies adapting into tools to defeat the creatures before them.
The voice is encouraging, almost. To those with navigator skills, the voice speaks up once more as well.
It’s time to reclaim the night.
[OOC: For the purpose of this battle, the shadows all have 1HP and are strong against nothing. That means any attack will be able to kill them, weapons and guns included. For this log only, CHARACTERS WILL NOT BE ABLE TO COMBINE SPELLS, as knowledge of this will be unlocked later on. There are about a HUNDRED shadows to be defeated, so there are as many needed for your characters to enjoy killing off. You are free to NPC them and to create situations and close calls.
An OOC PLANNING POST can be used to ask questions or to form teams.]
When: Midnight, June 6th
Where: Green Valley Orchids
What: It is time.
THE FINAL COUNTDOWN
The subway stop near the orchards was not the type of place that most people liked to be when darkness fell. The orchards near the school were set up almost like a public park, which wasn’t so bad in and of itself, but it’s also the area where over half of the murders happened before the curfew was first put in place. It was a place people didn't go unless absolutely necessary and most had started taking alternate routes to avoid the stop. As one of the first subway stations built in the city, its architecture didn't really mesh with those that came after it. It had jagged corners where the smell of wet earth lingered, making it unpleasant even for those brave enough to continue to use it, and there had even been talk of closing it permanently once routes and nearby stations had been revamped to be better able to take care of the traffic.
Due to this, it only has the bare-bones of a shelter, fallen into disrepair as the curfew was enforced city-wide, and a couple of night guards, (probably already asleep due to the lack of activity they’re expecting), so characters arriving there will be mostly unnoticed. For a place that had such a bad history, most people rightfully avoid it.
For most of them it will be their first meeting with each other. There will be a bit of time to talk before their phones display a zero. Plenty of time to talk about what they suspect and what might just happen...and that horrible vision they had shared. Then there’s that countdown on their phones...ticking away the last few minutes.
ZERO UNTIL MIDNIGHT
FINALLY! Ahahahahah! Ahhh, damn does it feel nice to be able to speak and not
just write. Hey lambs, are you all ready?
just write. Hey lambs, are you all ready?
Considering the choice of words, that might be Luci.
It's time. Can you feel your heartbeats increasing? Your mind about to explode? Questions swirling in your mind? Just make sure you don't go alone. Groups are
best, go all together and you'll never find the answers.
best, go all together and you'll never find the answers.
The voice laughs again.
Not that you have much of a choice at this point! Have fun, give them hell, and tell
them I sent you! I'll be taking care of that pesky guard problem for you.
...Let's go for a night stroll."
Communication ends just as abruptly as it started. No time to back down now, as the door where the guards are staying is quickly locked on its own before the subway system itself appears to be taken over by a virus that flashes on every available screen. With a click, the locked doors to the outside are swung open. them I sent you! I'll be taking care of that pesky guard problem for you.
...Let's go for a night stroll."
A voice in your mind warns you this might be the biggest mistake you'll be making in your entire life...and yet your heart feels like it's going to burst from your body from the joy you feel...
AWAKENING
It begins with a scream nearby. The same noise that they heard during the vision. The trees begin to turn grey as the sounds of hundred of creatures moving can be heard from all sides. The application opens, displaying them all in real time.
The group is surrounded.
By all logic, they should be running, but their legs feel bolted to the ground. They can't move.
The creatures begin to get closer. The trees start to rot nearby.
Breathing begins to increase. The sound of voices and memories quickly flashing before their eyes that might cause some to clutch at their head...exactly the same thing that the man had been doing back in the vision. If they look down at their hands, they will see them fading, see-through.
Yet for them, something is different. Just as the creatures are about to attack, they stop. A vision of the Velvet Room flashes before the eyes of those gathered as the two attendants silently nod. Then a return to reality as a light of color pierces the night from their hearts. A single voice can be heard, drowning out anything they might be hearing.
The time is now. I am thou, thou art I! Your mind is trapped, but I can set your soul free! My other self, will you die, or fight back?
Accept me for who I am! Forge this contract by letting go of your fears! Revolt against this world, and TEAR OUT YOUR HEART!
Accept me for who I am! Forge this contract by letting go of your fears! Revolt against this world, and TEAR OUT YOUR HEART!
It laughs and fades, as time quickly returns to this world. There's only a few seconds to react before it all goes to hell. A faded hand to reach into your chest.
The choice is yours. Death...or Awakening.
THE BATTLE IN APPLE GROVE
It’s a feeling unlike they have ever felt. Never have their bodies been so alive. Their minds fill with lost memories, their bodies adapting into tools to defeat the creatures before them.
Defeat...destroy...unlock the skills of your heart and show them what it means
to cross you."
to cross you."
The voice is encouraging, almost. To those with navigator skills, the voice speaks up once more as well.
Lead them into battle. Hone their skills into true annihilation!"
It’s time to reclaim the night.
[OOC: For the purpose of this battle, the shadows all have 1HP and are strong against nothing. That means any attack will be able to kill them, weapons and guns included. For this log only, CHARACTERS WILL NOT BE ABLE TO COMBINE SPELLS, as knowledge of this will be unlocked later on. There are about a HUNDRED shadows to be defeated, so there are as many needed for your characters to enjoy killing off. You are free to NPC them and to create situations and close calls.
An OOC PLANNING POST can be used to ask questions or to form teams.]
Erica / Erika Furudo
[ Erica can be found crouched near the door to the orchards during the remaining countdown, next to her heavy backpack full of... basically anything she could think of, with an antique scythe awkwardly propped against the wall next to her.
... She thought it looked cool, okay, don't judge. And something about it just called to her.
More importantly, however, she appears to be having one last silent meltdown before everything kicks off- arms clutching her sides, blinking back tears, the works. It seems the reality of the situation has finally sunk in. Everything lead to this, one way or another.
She was going to die down here. ]
2. birth of the new witch.
[ The last moments of Erica's life weren't spent gracefully, to be sure. She'd managed to throw herself backwards before the terror made her freeze completely, desperately trying to get away from here, away from those things, from the crushing weight of something taking over her mind. ]
H-help me! Someone, please-
[ She chokes on the plea, gasping for breath as the pain grows worse. More of those hallucinations - no, memories - flood her awareness, as the dots finally connect into one grand design. She's not from here. She's not this Piece. None of this is real.
Her hands are gray and fading. But as her vision dims, all she can see is ethereal petals dripping from her chest, drowning out everything - it feels too familiar, and it's the last straw that sets her free.
Something shatters, almost like glass. She clutches her heart.
Erika screams.
What comes next is a blur. She's on her feet again, tearing a bloody scythe - a real one, unlike the shitty fake from before - from her chest, and launching herself at the first Shadow she sees in a shrieking frenzy. Hope you brought earmuffs. ]
3. wildcard
[ Aaaand the usual "if the above doesn't work, punch me for more situations", so on and so forth. I'll also match formatting! I just default to brackets on my own, oops. ]
3 - all hail erika the most graceful of butterlies (post oku-thread wipeout as discussed)
The shadow looms over her before anything else does. Slowly, spreading like ink in water, a smile spreads. She knows this girl - the her that was, yes, but Her - it is not her Bernkastel. But this child is close, and that is enough. ]
A wonderful show, Child. I loved the part where you wiped out under the weight of your own stupidity. Tell me, are you a corpse yet?
she is graceful like an eagle. piloting a blimp.
[ Erika gingerly lifts herself out of the mud when she hears someone approaching. Five more minutes rest would be nice, but her pride would never allow her to be seen in such a state. Even if she already ruined her dramatic (re)introduction so magnificently with her panicked display earlier. But surely this can't be worse, right?
Except she freezes cold when she looks up past the legs in front of her. Oh, the face alone was bad enough, but there's something about those horns... ]
Oh. It's you. [ 'Mother', but not her mother.
She doesn't remember her mother- no, nevermind. Stupid piece memories overriding everything. She wishes she'd been warned. ] I'm ever-so-glad that someone got something worthwhile out of that. Was it up to your exacting standards...?[ The piece's memories help give context to her tongue, but insults were always her first language. being exhausted won't change that. ]
i sure do love a foul-mouthed cat
Yes, I believe it was. As such, that means you earn the customary reward.
[ The halberd lowers slightly, and Erika gets one long moment to stare down a reaper with too-bright eyes, the concept of evisceration given flesh. The words aren't there, but the intent is and-
A hole in the world appears.
Staring at it too long hurts, but pages whirl around it - as if trying to contain a monster, maybe they are - and the constant motion means attention goes to it. It's a different feeling now, but Featherine is already used to ordering this beast. The free hand points at Erika, and Erika herself should know how dangerous such a gesture is. Proven when countless pages whirl away to wrap around her, suffocating, drowning- ]
You have healed my illness for a time. As a show of my gratitude, I give you your life.
[ And the pages melt off, taking Erika's injuries and exhaustion with them. ]
if featherine breaks out the bell collars and ribbons she's leaving
Then she's drowning, lost in a tide of ink and parchment and there's no air to be had in here. She frantically tries clawing the pages off her skin as fast as they appear in a blind panic, but everything is so lethargic now, and it's not long before she just... stops.
When they leave, she's a tiny ball on the ground, and it's only after a few moments of gasping for air that she finally uncurls again. ]
I-illness?! I didn't do anything! [ But that sounds familiar, in the parts of her memories that are new-but-not. Where was it...? ] What the hell was that, anyway?!
no but she's gonna break out the water spritzer at this rate
However, seeing something nearly as prideful as her precious Bern turn into a tiny ball of fear and agony and pretending no one saw it is bloody hilarious. The frown passes, a bland smile returns, and Erika gets away unscathed. ]
Hmm... I suppose you didn't. [ The shadow doesn't seem to move, but the overall size 'shrinks'. Kind of - it's more that the distance between Erika and that yawning abyss widens at the same time the distance between It and Her shrinks. It's unnerving as fuck.
Even more unnerving than that is the fact her mother reaches through the pages, reaches into the Nothing, and pets it. There's a growl that sounds like something with its vocal chords ripped out trying to gasp its dying moans. Tentacles shudder once, then waver in slow, contented spirals. Spinning pages slow down just enough to be noticeable.
The damn thing is purring. ]
That was the injuries you inflicted upon yourself with your... antics, being healed. Didn't your Master teach you manners, Child? It would be wise to remember your gratitudes.
1 (hey bro do u want some burgers.)
Its not really his problem, besides the awkward conversation in the car (he let Sol do most of the talking) he didn't really know Baal that well. Being detective buddies was all well and good behind the comfortable guise of the internet but he didn't really know who Erica was, outside some sixteen year old who liked explaining things and didn't eat burgers much.
Its not his problem but he finds himself walking over anyway, tapping a foot to get her attention. "Yo."
"You holding up, Baal?" Stupid question, she clearly is not. He scratches his head awkwardly. "Look, I was gonna hold off on this stuff but if your gonna freak, I've got some pills that'll calm you down." Gabe? Abuse his amputee painkillers? Never.
burgers are clearly the perfect remedy for trauma
Now? She's left wondering if it'll be the only one of her lifetime. "I... no, no, I'm fine."
No she's not, clearly, but pride is a stubborn thing. There's a pause as she heaves in another dry breath and gets her bearings.
"What are we doing here, Glas?" She looked up at him, eyes still watery. "Down here. In this mess. This... God, this was a mistake, wasn't it?"
eat that pain away kiddo
He gives a cold but not unkind glance and shrugs and turns away. "You can leave if you want." He jerks a thumb at the parked car in the street behind them. "I can't drive you, but the keys are under the hood. If this is a mistake, no shame in running away. Nobody here will stop you."
you can't keep crying if you're busy shoving a burger in your mouth
She shakes her head. "No. I-I promised myself I'd see this through to the end. I have to. I can't live the rest of my life wondering what this all meant."
She looks down again, shivering a bit in the cold. "But that doesn't mean I can't worry about it. That person on the app- Luci, I think?- they said some of us 'didn't make it' when they told us to come here..."
The thought hangs there as her voice trails off.
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"Yeah." His quiet for a minute, and then taps his bad arm. "Got this when I was a little younger then you. Car crash. Longest moment of my life. Thought for sure that was gonna be it..."
He sighs. "I made it but a lotta people don't make it. People in that house didn't make it. Can't say we'll make it either honestly but if we're both not running away then there's no need to act like cowards about it."
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"I-" -didn't think about that? But no, admitting that would be bad, wouldn't it? "I wish I knew how to be that brave about it all. Like you, I mean."
Aaaaand that's. Worse. Who let her try to say words in any meaningful way, she wants a refund on this conversation.
Erica's fingers dig into her sides. "I guess I really am just a d-dumbass rich kid after all. Wasting time that I should be using to p-plan things on a stupid panic attack."
Okay. Breathe. Focus, and panic later. She furiously scrubs at her eyes. "A-anyway. I brought duct tape or something. If you want some. It's good for marking where we go in case everyone gets separated. And I found some brass knuckles at the pawn shop, I forgot to give them to you in the car."
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He shakes his head. "A guy like me with nothing to loose coming down here ain't much of a risk. Probably just stupid. Mostly stupid. You're young, so its even stupider honestly." He searches for the right words. This is a bit more then he's said to a stranger in a while. "You didn't strike me as someone careless when we first met, so you coming here was probably braver then me."
Did that make sense? Probably not. Why does he let himself wax philosophical at people like this?
He holds out a hand instead. "Sure boss. Hit me up with what you got."