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cordibus ([personal profile] cordibus) wrote in [community profile] tornheart2017-06-04 12:28 am

AWAKENING

Who: Everyone
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
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.

FINALLY! Ahahahahah! Ahhh, damn does it feel nice to be able to speak and not
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.

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.

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!



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."

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.]



transient_specter: (look at how glowy i am)

[personal profile] transient_specter 2017-06-04 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
I

Gen is there with Ciro, Asher, and the family Asher's brought along. He's got a knife stuck in his belt, and a bottle of homemade pepper spray in his pocket. He looks wary, but everyone here's been through the same thing, right? There's no other reason for them to be here.

Still, he searches the crowd for anyone else he recognizes. It's hard to tell from the app, after all.

II

The memories come flooding back. They pour into his head, and they

don't

stop.

But as the group finds itself surrounded, as he can feel his heartbeat in his ears, as everything starts going even further to hell, he reaches into himself and pulls. There's a light, and his clothes shift, becoming more anachronistic and yet...

And yet the material is familiar, even if the style isn't. There's no time for fashion right now, because he feels the weight of his weapon in his hand as the great winged wolf appears near him. He can feel the power coursing through him.

And he sees the monsters - like Ganma but so much different - and lifts his weapon to fire, taking down any that look like they're getting too close to someone.

There's no time for thinking. He has to fight. He has to survive. He has people he wants to go see, and work he has to do.
Edited 2017-06-04 05:28 (UTC)
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[personal profile] lovelledup 2017-06-04 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
A. Pre-awakening, open

Why are they here? In some odd way, he knew he had to come, and he still feels that. But as he stands around waiting, the more it sinks in just how bad an idea this might be. How are they supposed to do anything against those monsters? Or the firemen, if they show up? What are they even supposed to be doing? All they were told was that they could "know more" but he's not sure what that means.

He takes off his backpack, setting it beside him and then slumping again a wall.

"What are we doing?"

B. Battle time, Gutermuth team

One moment he's surrounded by monsters and certain he's going to die. The next moment, he's tearing out his heart, an unconscious motion, and if he could think about it, he would be just as sure of that killing him as the monsters, but he can't think. There are too many thoughts in his head, two different lives overlapping one another, and the monsters still getting closer.

There's no time to think. There's only time to fight. Rather than the couple of gardening tools he'd grabbed as makeshift weapons, he finds himself holding other things in his hands that are unfamiliar, but seem much more effective, not that he knows exactly how he's supposed to use them. But as a monster leaps at him, it seems that thankfully a wild swing with the weapons in his hands is enough for a successful strike.

[ooc: Will match formatting. Plotting post here. If you want to join our fighting team, give it a poke.]
kokuyoyo: <user name="tigerparty"> (I woke up with a yoyo in my)

Ciro/Chikusa - ota

[personal profile] kokuyoyo 2017-06-04 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
A - Before Things Go To Shit

To say he feels uneasy would be an understatement. And yet, at the same time...

All he can think about is "Chikusa", utterly deadened in response to the threat of bleeding out to death, calm and uncaring as he had dragged himself onto clumsy legs and reached for his weapon....

Right now, the only weapons he has are a baseball bat he got from a suspiciously reliable pawn shop and a molotov cocktail. With those alone, he might stand out, but with this crew? Maybe not. It's impossible to miss him by height, however, six foot at only fifteen, and he's actively looking for anyone that he might even faintly remember from school even if in passing. When he sees someone from his perch near his brother and the Gutermuth family, he starts in surprise.

"You too?!" Seriously, what the hell is with this group and its social connections?

B - Things Are Going To Shit

In that moment, Ciro is going to die. It's almost something he's positive of, the molotov in his hand seeming so inefficient now that he's face to face with it all. It clutters from his hand, along with the bat, and his breath starts to quicken, his heart goes harder. He's going to die. A glance at his hands, not melting but fading, and- and-

In that moment, Chikusa knows he won't. It's something he's certain of, even with his mind cracking apart and his heart breaking his ribcage. While he might not have weapons, not yet.... He can't die here.

Mukuro still needs him. Somewhere, he must need him.

It hurts to dig his fading fingers into his chest, his teeth clacking together so hard surely he must have chipped something, but he doesn't care. All that matters is that dying is not on the table for him, no matter how much he might want it on some level, and he ignores the drool that slips from his mouth onto the grass. Just... need to find it....

And there it is. And tearing it out is such a relief, so blissfully good, that he almost doesn't notice the black and white coat slithering into place around his body or the off-center hat on his head. Honestly, the only reasons he notices the weapons forming in his hands is because he recognizes that trident head and oh how much it feels like his heart is being torn out again... There's no time for that for long, however. A shadow falls over him, and that's when he glances back to realize an enormous snake with spiked scales has risen out of what was once his shadow. It jerks into action, wrapping in a loose circle around his body- barely enough room to set his feet apart- and he watches dully as it rears back as if preparing to strike... But it doesn't.

Behind its coils, he's as safe as he can be.... So long as he does what's being told to him in hissed whispers in his own head.

Where he looks, the snake and its matching golden eyes follows, and he points sharply to the benefit of whoever is looking over at him. When he calls, it's not with his voice, but something that ripples through the other person's mind.

Over there! It's flanking!

Sure enough, one of the shadows is trying to get another person who's taking care of one of its kin. Better get a move on.

C - Shit Is Handled

Throughout the entire fight, Ciro sends out orders to whoever is nearest not him but his brother- making sure that Gen is never flanked or caught by surprise. Occasionally, when that's not a problem, he calls out observations in other places for people to follow, all with that same telepathic link.

After a bit, however, to whoever has helped him once already...

I need you to herd that shadow to the tree with the broken branches.

Ciro, in the meanwhile, is hefting up his crossbow in preparation for steady aim. Looks like he wants to test something out....
umbral_idol: (rejected)

Elizabeth Bathory -- ota

[personal profile] umbral_idol 2017-06-04 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
I: Final Countdown Meetup

Isabella was always rather uncomfortable inside subway stations, and the whole proximity to murder sites did not make anything better. If she knows you, she's probably huddling nearby, and sometimes trying to hide behind you. For people she doesn't know, well...

She approaches quite a few of them, quite clearly preparing to say something, only to back off after a few seconds and hide behind someone she knows. And then after a little while, she... tries again...

II: Awakening

They were going to die. They were going to die and there was nothing they could do, they were going to get eaten--

Are you... trying to eat me...?!"

Even if they wanted to fight, they were trapped--

"I'll never lose again. You'll never lock me up, and I don't need redemption."

They needed to fight, but there was no real hope--

"Why don't you try being an idol? They're like the nobles of the modern world!"

Even if they fought, they were just going to die--

"Not saying I'll survive, but I WILL take you with me."

--That's right. It's too early for that. Even if it's a pointless struggle--

"...enjoy the short time you have until the very end. Struggle, grieve, and then forget it all and sing."

The memories were coming faster and faster. That's right, she was a serial killer, of a scale that she was said to be a demon--

"The things I've done, well... I can't exactly work 'em off."

In a lot of ways she was grateful for this world. She could forget that. She knew that she couldn't but here, she was able to live a normal life but--

She speaks out, her words matching a memory from the past:

"I'm done playing that stupid game."

A hand reaches into her chest, and pulls, bringing her heart out. Still, this isn't quite enough for her. There's no climactic moment to it at all! ...So she just had to make one herself, that's how it worked, right?

"Now, let's begin the bloodbath."

With that, she tears her nails into her heart, spilling blood onto her skin. At that moment, her entire body turns pitch-black, with jagged yellow lines criss-crossing across her sillhouette as horns grow out of her head, a tail bursts out of her tailbone, and black demonic wings erupt out of her back... And just as quickly as it happened, it's over, and her clothing is now some horrific fusion of tron and gothiloli fashion, black and flourescent pink mixing together with her additional body parts as a spear appears in her hand, which she quickly swings out at the oncoming shadows in a sweeping manner, pushing several of them back enough to buy some time... to pose dramatically.

"Servant Lancer, Elizabeth Bathory has returned! Everyone's been waiting for this moment, right? ♥"
Edited 2017-06-04 06:14 (UTC)

B

[personal profile] dendranthema 2017-06-04 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
It's not the voice speaking to him that does it, or tearing out his own heart. It's the sudden flood of memories rushing into his head, the accompanying sense that there's no point in attempting to endure, the overwhelming feeling that everything has been lost since long ago and is even more lost here: these are what sends Casimir (Kaltz?...) to his hands and knees, fighting sudden tears. It's uncharacteristic of him, and yet it feels so very, very natural.

While he attempts to regain his bearings, his appearance changes. First different clothing, then a crystal sword and an elaborate gun appear. And then his ears stretch into points. Black horns and a long, thin, shiny black tail materialize.

A monster appears behind Asher, and his hand shoots out - and the monster is frozen in ice. He shouldn't know how to do that - no, he should be more powerful than that. Why is he even weaker now? Stranger than that is the crocodile-headed man who appears for a moment when he casts the spell.
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[personal profile] connivingbird 2017-06-04 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
T-minus 3 and counting...

First meetup was in the library where he handed out a few masks and lighters to those that asked, always being wary of someone peeking in who don't look as haunted as he felt. There was something odd about the world around him, something strange about the quality of the light, the feel of the cooled air on his skin, the murmuring voices and the pounding of his heart. Ariel rubbed at that spot, frowning at the feeling of skin against skin and shrugged.

He knew that whatever happens tonight, he wasn't going to feel normal again. The 'Ankh' with its alien thoughts was going to change him even if he survived.

As time winded down, he stood up and headed for the location on the app. Standing there with his family and the others he took a deep breath just as if he was heading on stage. His heart was pounding but it seemed wrong somehow. He rubbed at his chest and waited.

T-minus 1 and...
800 years or so. How many memories were stored in something that old? They came in a rushing sound of coins hitting coins, flooding in alien and long and forgotten, but they weren't that alien. They were familiar - the scent of fire and the rush of the wind and the muted colors of the sky reaching above and the feel of humanity in all of their greedy souls. He gasped for air, his hands reaching for something, that last fleeting pull...

It was a heart at first, beating but then it shifted, changed.

A Medal red as blood.

The cracked center pulled tightly together by strands of gold and silver.

The crack still pulsing with a barely tamable flame.

A challenge cry of a hawk, wings of flame pulling out from his back shifting to that of a peacock's tail and pulled out more to become a strange birdlike creature that shifted, changed and bent over him, becoming him. It was him and it wasn't, and Ankh's grin grew as a few strange feathers drifted around him.

Oi! Create a circle to face them, healers close to the center, fighters on the edge. Those with ranged weapons, thin them out without setting us on fire!

And take off
It was and wasn't like directing Eiji against Greeed and their Yummies. Ankh would shout out orders, or rather, think out orders, directing those that he could to plug up what holes he saw and to help sending support to the other Navigators. And that was what he was too, one of the directors of those that were fighting, even though he kept close to the humans that he was calling family a few minutes - hours? - ago. The monster standing near him looked almost like and not like one of his own Yummies, but it seemed far too aware to be like one, though he didn't pay it as much attention as he did the shadows swarming around them.

One came too close, using a moment of distraction to get within biting distance. Ankh grabbed it with his heavily armored and clawed hand, snarling a little as it tried to do him some damage. Nice try was the thought even though he knew that this form was fragile, human. He still had layers of leather and steel around him, molded into an exotic form that echoed his natural body even if it wasn't the same.

He turned the clawing, hissing shadow over as if he couldn't understand what fuckery he was seeing - and maybe that was because his one eye was covered by an array of gilded feathers - and then grabbed it between both armored hands and pulled. There was a wet noise as it was torn apart, and he tossed the pieces aside with dainty flicks of his talons before going back to battle.
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Jaune Arc/John (various prompts, pick your poison)

[personal profile] sociallyarcward 2017-06-04 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
1. The Final Countdown...- OTA
John had calmed down a little from his postings on the app. He was still shaken, still angry, and still very much afraid. But what choice did he have? He arrived without much fanfare, knowing the faces of at least two people to look for, however as he steps out to join the growing group he notices a few faces that are familiar: many from school but certainly a number of patrons from the cafe as well. John can hardly believe it, but why else would they be here if not for the app? He lingers on the edge of the crowd, not sure if he’s supposed to speak up or not.

2. Awakening -- OTA
This was a terrible idea.

The screams are one thing, but he can’t run. He can’t move and that somehow frightens him more than the approaching danger. He shudders and as a tree starts to droop near his left his brain feels like it explodes. He lets out a cry as vision after vision plays before him: a sword held up by a man who talks of a long line of Hunstmen that came before him. That same sword, and a shield, in his hands as he swings to block and strike against a monster bear-like creature. It’s called an Ursa. Then he’s flying off a cliff and crashing into a tree where he meets a girl with fire-red hair, Pyrrha Nikos. They team up, joining two others, and they battle more of those creatures, grimm...they’re all creatures of grimm. He stands on a stage with them as he’s pronounced the leader of team JNPR. The Vytal Festival is approaching, but first there’s a dance. He’s in an arena, facing other huntsmen and huntresses. Then he’s in the stands, watching Pyrrha...as she tears apart a girl with her semblance. A robot girl? He doesn’t know cause suddenly Pyrrha is in front of him and kissing him. She shoves him in a locker, he’s shoved in lockers a lot as he remembers Cardin, but this is different. He’s handed Pyrrha’s circlet...she’s gone now. But he fights on, so many battles, but most of them against the creatures made from darkness. Ren and Nora, the other two members of JNPR always with him...his friends. The last memory he has is sitting in a room with those two...recovering after a long journey.

His hands flicker but he’s having trouble processing all of this. Is he back in that room now? The room from his dreams? What is even happening? He feels like he is being torn apart. He hears laughter...but it’s nearly drowned out by the sound of his own heart. Tear it out? Can he…?

Before he can think too much on it, he acts. He screams and shoves his hand into his own chest. His own scream gets louder and he almost pulls back, but he’s committed now and his hands tighten around the beating organ. He pulls and nearly collapses, his vision going white.

But then it’s over and John is changed. He doesn’t just see it, he can feel it. It’s...it’s a rush like he’s never felt as both energy and memories flood him, like waves coming in from every direction. He doesn’t notice the shadow of a mounted knight rising behind him--but the armor that snaps into place over his body is in a similar design. He closes his fist around the hilt of a familiar sword, while a shield materializes onto his back, hiding a rifle as well. The weight is familiar, though the design is a little off from his memories, but that’s hardly important. He’s armed and he knows what to do.

3. Knights to the Field - Eligors Only
Jaune doesn’t exactly plan it, it just kind of happens. He’s thrown back by the blow from one of the creatures, his shield coming in handy for such close quarters combat. He feels a presence at his back, but it’s different from these creatures. He slashes out with his sword, chopping the shadow in half, before looking over his shoulder. Given the number of fighters, they have a bit of a breather. His eyes light up when he notices who it is, “Hey! Wanna take these guys together?”

He smirks, still running on the high of ripping out his own heart. Who knew that could actually feel...good? “Where’s the other Eligor, huh?” It isn’t quite team JNPR...but in this case he feels like it’s as close as he’s going to get.

4. Free For All Battle -- OTA
Despite his own battle experience, he isn’t exactly the best fighter from his team. He’ll need all the help he can get, but he’s more than willing to help others on the field as well. Despite having a gun at his back, he doesn’t make much use of it--preferring instead to use the sword in his hand and the shield in his other.
umbral_idol: (That's right!)

B

[personal profile] umbral_idol 2017-06-04 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
B

"All right, leave it to me, Snakey!" Elizabeth shouts, pushing her spear to block the flanker even as she moves into a proper position to actually help properly.

At the very least, she doesn't seem particularly bothered by the telepathy, and almost acts like that kind of thing's normal.

[personal profile] dendranthema 2017-06-04 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
1. Pre-Awakening

For the most part, Casimir is staying near his sons and their friends. There are enough people here and enough potential approaching danger that he doesn't want to leave their sides. But there are a handful of others here that he'd recognize through the gloom if he was approached.

2. Battle

[See prompt B here.]
transient_specter: (super suspicious of you now)

B

[personal profile] transient_specter 2017-06-04 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Gen - no, Makoto - is nearby, and he turns and kicks the shadow away into another, both of them disappearing in a puff of smoke. He leaps over another that's trying to get too close, and slams the point of his scythe into it, ripping it in two. Purple energy erupts from his hand, the small orb slamming into yet another shadow and exploding, taking it down.

"Ciro!" That's the only name he knows for this person, his brother - but he's not, is he? There's the screen name, but who knows if it's right? It doesn't matter, because right now he's worried about him. "Shift closer to the middle of the group so you don't get hit!"
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I

[personal profile] lovelledup 2017-06-04 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Asher is sort of huddling himself, slumped against one wall of the station, waiting for... he doesn't even know what, at this point. He has family and friends with him, so it's better than being alone, but at the moment, he's much more nervous than anything else. Still, he recognises someone as she comes close, his eyes widening.]

Isabella?

[She's not someone he's particularly close to, and he wouldn't have even begun to think about wondering whether she was among the people who got sucked into this, but they're in the same grade. He sees her enough at school, but seeing her here is a thorough surprise.]
connivingbird: (me hurt?)

[personal profile] connivingbird 2017-06-04 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
You two need to protect each other's flanks. As you're standing now, you can be driven further apart.

Ariel had taken a step back from the other two, his form looking a little like he had stepped out from one of the more fantastical MVs tan anything practical. His right hand flicked up in a dramatic twist, his clawed fingers jabbing out to point at a slightly larger creature barreling towards them.

Stop it before it reaches us.
kouteipenguin: (Not good!)

Yuuto Kidou | OTA

[personal profile] kouteipenguin 2017-06-04 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
So... anyone want some water?

[Ever since he arrived, Michi stays huddled off to the side. He alters between talking a lot and being absolutely silent, head frequently weaving around to try to see glimpses of something coming after them. The slightest sound is enough to make him jump. He's clearly scared out of his mind, but nonetheless, he is determined that he'll be here.]

It's just a few minutes left now... oh, no. I forgot. I was going to leave a note so they'd know what happened... just in case...

[He sinks down to the ground, perched on the balls of his feet. He pulls his backpack off his back, pulls out every water bottle he could find in the house. Which, given that he does track, turned out to be a decent amount. Some were fished back out of the recycling box in the kitchen, but who is going to care about that?]

Anyway, there's water. If anyone wants water. It's here if no one does, too. I couldn't think of anything else.


The most insane thing he's ever done

[The command rings solidly in his mind, silent but as deafening as a cannon, echoing over and over in increasing volume. It feels like color strips away from the world, draining into his chest. Tear out your heart, the voice demands. The glow increases. Time decreases. There's a ringing sound in his ears.

Tear out your heart.

He can't feel his hand against his chest, but he can feel his heartbeat against his hand, racing so fast that it burns. All at once, the sound stops and his hand is around his heart, feeling it pulse in his fingers. The whole world ends in that crash of cold shock that numbs his whole body to everything else but the

pure

mindshattering

agony.

Michi falls to his knees, head tilted up, throat raw and he can't hear it. He curls up onto the ground, arching his back to try to ball up and clutch at his chest. The terrifying stillness doesn't change. Michi was right. This was suicide. And he would never be coming back.

Through the deafening silence, there's nothing to drown out knowledge - the tall figure in a purple suit... that was Kageyama. It was absurd to think there could ever be a time when Kidou didn't know all that man had done. That magazine in his hands as he ran through the orphanage wasn't a mystery; it was the one bond he had left to a man he couldn't remember the face of. Teikoku, Raimon, his father, Zeus, Aliea Academy - Haruna. Soccer. Control. In one euphoric rush, he can hear who he is as if announced on the field:

Genius game maker Kidou Yuuto.

With a deep thump in his chest, the pain runs back out to his extremities, chased away by a searing warmth that leaves his whole body vibrating with power. He hadn't realized that at some point his eyes were closed until he opens them again to find his vision restricted. As it should be. He rises up to one knee, feeling his cape slide around his shoulders. Kidou doesn't question either of these things; they're simply facts in his world. How he's always been.

He would question the sniper rifle in his hand, but there's no time. He straightens to his feet, instinctively hooking his foot onto the soccer ball in front of him, and stands tall and defiant against the horrors that would hurt this world. Terror and rage no longer are at war inside of him, but twine together into a single line of cold determination, honing his mind into a sharp weapon.

His shadow stretches out... and out... and out... and rises out of the ground as two shadowy people carrying a platform-style litter - complete with stylized penguin wings folded at its sides - atop which a penguin head attached to a cloak silently floats. Kidou freezes as he sees it, the dark joy that filled him freezing into a shot of icy dread. He mutters something, half of a thought that didn't quite stay quiet-]


...with a brilliant commander on your side, the battle is won before it even starts...

[The world isn't prone to wait for anyone to get their mind in gear. The monsters aren't pausing anymore, but start oozing forward again with deadly purpose. Kidou only realizes too late that they're not stalling anymore while he is, and has only enough time to stare in horror at claws inches away from him.

He'll react, but probably not in time to avoid getting clawed. Maybe someone should step in here.]


Reclaim the night

[With his second weapon being something his feet can wield, it seems so easy to maneuver the field and mix what he's doing. The soccer ball doesn't have much effective range. But the sniper rifle does. And he's so used to not seeing his immediate surroundings that it's little hindrance to keep the scope to his face most of the time. He can feel through the ground if something nears him. He can feel the air pressure change and hear it. He's got enough time to react.

But Kidou's not looking for targets as much as he's looking for opportunities - people who need to be streamlined. Things that other fighters don't notice. Ways he can be useful. His mind snaps out an order the moment he notices - that person's taken out one, but there's three more that moved into attack position behind them. No time to turn around. But he can order them to dodge-]


Move two feet your left!

[With one shot from his rifle, one of the shadows is gone.]

Take them out!

[I'll match your formatting. If you want anything else, just ask for a prompt or reply with another one!]
umbral_idol: (rejected)

I

[personal profile] umbral_idol 2017-06-04 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
[At first, she just nods as she sits nearby, since while they were never particularly close, he's still someone she actually knows, which makes the situation a bit easier to deal with. Still, she looks for something to say... "You're part of this whole thing too, then?" no, that doesn't work. I mean, he's here, so that's obvious. "How was the flower festival for you?" No, that's kind of irrelevant... Well, let's go with what we can of a status update, then...]

...I came here with my tutor.

[She still thinks there's something lacking, here, though...]

...She brought bombs?
lovelledup: (pic#11333320)

[personal profile] lovelledup 2017-06-04 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Asher looks up, a bit confused as he hears his brother's (no, not his brother's, he doesn't have a brother) voice in his head, and he glances toward him, only to be directed by the pointing. He follows the line of Ariel's fingers toward the monster, but it seems to be headed toward his dad (no, not his dad, his dad is missing) instead.

"DA....d." He calls out to him, the word dying on his tongue halfway through. Not his dad? Then what should he call him? He quickly shakes his head, warding off that thought. There's no time. "It's coming toward you!"
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withoutred: ✿ means an icon i need less shitty keywords for. (✿ birth of the new witch.)

Erica / Erika Furudo

[personal profile] withoutred 2017-06-04 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
1. countdown.
[ 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. ]
torching: (pQMRzVu)

4!

[personal profile] torching 2017-06-04 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
"John, five o'clock!"

Guess who's swooping right in to alert you of an oncoming shadow? Mako is. Except before Jaune can get to it, Mako uses Agi and burns the shadow into ashes. He's clearly getting tired, not used to battle like this but he's still fighting. he's going to keep going, despite the memories that burn his conscience.

He turns briefly to face Jaune, still braced for an oncoming group of shadows ready to strike them--

"How're you holding up?"
Edited (whoops! i'll match format) 2017-06-04 08:10 (UTC)
beastfang: (victory at any cost)

Christopher Noro (Koujirou Genda) l OTA

[personal profile] beastfang 2017-06-04 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
Walk the Tracks (A)

Christopher wasn't exactly certain how he managed to make it with time to spare considering the circular route and ducking particularly spiteful cops patrolling near and after curfew. This reason and the fact that this particular line was normally avoided by most, even during the day, has him blinking up from his phone and at the other occupying the very barren subway car.

"Well at least I know now I'm not the only one that went against common sense."


In the Underground (B)
The decay and overly damp dirt was the first sign this was the last stop as he walked into the station. There's only a slight grimace at the smell before he hops off the platform and heads over to whoever may be standing around. The gray hiking backpack he had borrowed from his father gently placed down on the floor by his feet as he attempts a small smile that's likely more grimace then anything considering where they are at.

"Do you think the ones meeting up outside the station have all gathered?"

Because he was not certain if the few people he knew from the app would be there or here if plans had changed.


Marching Orders (C)[Awakening]

There's a steady mantra in the back of his mind telling him to turn back and leave, even if it meant walking on the tracks out of the station. Anything but following the others outside with nothing but cellphones and the occasional flashlight to light the way into the trees. Yet something feels like anticipation before a match skittering across his nerves as the scream is first heard and everything starts to gray out and rot as what seems like liquid darkness rushes out.

So they were going to die.

Then that voice and something is guiding his hand and there's just pain as blunt finger nails of his own hand dig into his chest as if trying to claw something out and there's blood now even as he can't focus.

He was ready for anything to be shot at him, his stance was solid and he would endure because that was what a goalkeeper did.

And everything seemed to stop for one moment as the weight and warmth in his head registered and that was his heart and it was somehow still beating in the palm of his hand. All before there's just memories and the discordant feeling as two lives try to mesh and meld. Christopher Noro who seemed to let things float by him, Koujirou Genda who was Teikoku's Goalkeeper driven to keep going and through this all his shadow grows in the flash of light that happened the moment his hand had ripped his heart out. Elongating and shaping into something not human and not fully any one creature either.

Black as the shadows and compact with red eyes, for a moment he thinks of Beast Fang until he sees the six wings that had once adorned the back of Zeus' Aphrodi and the clearly serpent like tail thrashing in green and red scales. The sight of this being that seemed to darkly chuckle in his mind had distracted him from the gauntlets in his school colors now on his hands and the black, blood red, and bronze uniform that is so familiar but with an odd blood red symbol on the left side of his chest.

Defeat...destroy...

The words echo in his mind along side a new/old memory that suddenly gains new meaning in this situation as he slides away from a lunging shadow and catches it in armored covered hands before the pointed ends puncture it enough that it suddenly fades away.

"Victory at all costs. Losing is unsightly."

In this moment losing was not allowed and it should have worried Genda how easily it was to slip back into such to not think about what he was doing and what all of this meant.


A Helping Fist (D)

Despite not being at all trained or even mentally prepared to do so. Genda has endured and attempted to adopt from blocking soccer balls to punching and slapping away creatures. His form is far more defensive then aggressive but that doesn't stop him from doing so, even moving in to take the brunt of a surprise attack for someone. On rare occasions the inky black creature taking the role of his physical shadow would solidify for a brief moment as an enemy in Genda's line of sight suddenly goes up in flames or ends up being slashed apart by the creature's claws.

Those moments seem to cause Genda to frown, though considering he default expression seems to be frown few likely notice the difference.


Medicine for the Soul (E)

Despite trying his best to help decrease the number of things attacking all of them, something instinctively makes Genda remain back from the thicker knots of creatures. Eyes scanning the others and trying to pinpoint any injuries before someone with said injury takes a small moment to breathe or step back from the fight. Only to have an odd sensation as their injuries knit together as if they hadn't happened. Genda doesn't stay long after it happens and instead moves on to the next injured or follows directions from whatever navigator manages to catch his attention to direct him.

Someone may also notice that during his little quest to keep people healed the kid is not really watching his own self as much and may end up in a bind or two that someone would have to get him out of.


WILDCARD

((Will match prose or brackets. Hit me with anything that strikes your fancy.))




Edited 2017-06-04 08:07 (UTC)
torching: (what a woobie)

water!

[personal profile] torching 2017-06-04 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks.

[ don't mind mako, just coming on in to grab a bottle of water. he looks pretty concerned for what's about to come, whatever it may be...the water will help with his dry throat, at least. ]

Good thinking on your part.
lovelledup: (pic#11333310)

A+ conversation starter

[personal profile] lovelledup 2017-06-04 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Honestly he's not sure what to say, either. He's too busy wondering wtf they're all doing here when it seems like a death trap, but he's not going to say that out loud to someone who's obviously as nervous about this as he is. So he's grateful when she's the one to come up with something to say, even if it is... well, that.]

She's not the only one, from what I saw on the app.

[He's still not sure whether it's a good idea or not, but still, they're probably more useful than the gardening tools in his backpack. Hopefully.]

I hope they work against those monsters, if that's really what's going to be here.
lovelledup: (pic#11333310)

Water

[personal profile] lovelledup 2017-06-04 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Gladion isn't straying too far from where he's camped out with his family by one of the walls, but he spotted a familiar face in the dim light, and came over for just a minute.]

Michi, you're here, too?

[He glances down at the bunch of water bottles, and realises just how dry his throat is with all the being worried about everything. A bit sheepishly, he bends down to grab one.]

...I guess I will take one. Thanks.
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Haruka Sorazawa (Lenka Utsugi) (OTA)

[personal profile] probablynoteren 2017-06-04 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
1. Finale Features: Zero Dialogue Whatsoever

[It's dark and damp inside the subway station, and perhaps a little too loud, with so many people arriving continuously in an hour or so. The crowd trying to hush itself sounds like the quietest thrum of bees, or the fridge running, or dozens of very frightened students and productive(?) members of society wondering where exactly to stash their weapons now that reality is hitting back.

If you want to get away from the masses and the seething anxiety a little, though, there's plenty of smaller nooks and crannies even with the falling down state of the subway. Haruka's retreated to one of these since arriving, after breaking more traffic laws than he's likely broken in his 15 years of existence, and his scooter is leaning next to him -- along with a couple bags of fertilizer, what looks like some lab equipment, a decent pile of molotov cocktails, and other sundry things that look more like he's opening a small gardening research facility than getting armed.

He's quiet and still enough that it's possible to trip over him or his(?) belongings, and it's easy to mistake him for being either calm or half-asleep until you notice the white-knuckled grip he has on the gardening shears at his disposal. It might not be entirely wise to startle him at this stage.]

2. God, Eat Your Heart Out

[It's exhilaration, and horror, and somehow terribly familiar (fighting thousands of feet from the earth, knowing that he's courting death with every step, but dancing to the tune of his blade anyway), even the scream that starts it all and shreds at his insides because he's heard too much of it today. Last week. Two weeks ago, two years ago, all his life.

A shiver rips through him as their enemies -- things, they're things that feed on everything that lives, and yet don't eat, something in him whispers in outrage -- increase in number and much as he wants to charge and scatter them his feet won't move. His thoughts are sluggish: Haruka Sorazawa is not someone who knows how to deal with mortal danger, Haruka Sorazawa can fight but not this, none of this, Haruka Sorazawa isn't needed here. This isn't his battlefield, but something in him knows exactly how this rush of adrenaline works: the flash of blades, the stunning roar of gunfire, how steady his hands need to be to hold something covered in blood, how his own insides look against the ground--

Accept me for who I am! Forge this contract by letting go of your fears!

He's always, always been afraid. Speak softly. Move like a mouse. Don't let them find you. Live like a shadow, pass like a candle in the night, unable to do anything, unable to help anyone, unable even to save those important to you. He doesn't know what this fear is. But--

TEAR OUT YOUR HEART!

He's come this far, and Utsugi Lenka doesn't fear anything when it comes to protecting those who need him. He can't. His hand is already sinking into his chest nearly before the command is finished, not obedience but acceptance: do anything to survive, even if it doesn't seem like survival. Give of yourself everything, and when you have nothing left, trust that those who come after will walk the path that you have laid out. Tearing his heart from his chest is nothing: in fact, it feels a little too right, like the hollowing out after a well-fought battle inversed -- the battle is just beginning.

(Utsugi Lenka had nothing. Haruka Sorazawa has nothing. They both have things to protect, in this moment, and that's enough to keep walking; to run, because following at their heels is a yawning darkness, all the things that they have lost and the things that they will never have. It crystallizes, unseen, into a vast and bloodstained suit of armor -- limbs empty, containing nothing but a voracious presence, lined with teeth -- wreathed in a stranglehold by what looks like the twisted trunk of a tree, barren of leaves. A knight without a mount, moving only under the power of the tree inhabiting it, charred roots pulling furrows across the ground like giant, grasping hands.)

... Someone is screaming, and gradually the raw feeling in Lenka's throat tells him it's himself. There are blades in his hands and an emptiness in his thoughts, and he doesn't remember moving at all; but he's rushed forward without bothering to wait for further voice instructions. He's going to annihilate these creatures, Shadows, Aragami, it doesn't matter.]

Never again... I won't let you... ever again, I'll destroy every last one of you!

[It doesn't even matter if someone is already fighting them, or if what's in his way is friend or foe -- anything that interferes with battle will be moved, and anything else that moves will stop moving. Fighting for him is, at the moment, terrifying and necessary in its simplicity.]

3. Wildcard

[As always, let's talk shop if you want to do something different or more specific, I'm flexible and we have a lot of Shadows to catch! Let's go! ☆]
Edited 2017-06-04 09:05 (UTC)
kouteipenguin: (no goggles - 24)

[personal profile] kouteipenguin 2017-06-04 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
Well...

[Michi pauses, nervously fidgeting with the ridges on a the cap to one of the bottles. He could just say thank you, but apparently the art of brevity is completely lost on this one. Right now, he's too worked up to not just keep talking.]

I wanted some. And we've ended up with a lot of empty bottles lately. It seemed like a good idea. ...I'm glad it turned out to actually be one.
eyeofcute: (cray)

Ryann Goodenough (Cagliostro) OTA

[personal profile] eyeofcute 2017-06-04 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
AWAKENING; LET'S KEEP THIS SHORT.

[For Cagliostro, Awakening feels natural.

Actually, scratch that. It feels like shit. It feels like the world crashing down all at once, and death finally staring you down in the face. It feels like dropping down into the gates of Hell without time to catch your breath. But Cagliostro has centuries of memories that hit her, all at once, like a long book that she's reading, but it's real-- it's the most visceral cinematic she's ever watched, but compared to most, she has time to rest. In the middle of these memories is a century of pure, unending solitude, and when she sees the door break open, setting her free--

--finally-- she is free--

Cagliostro's hands grip around her heart, and really, she isn't afraid of death anymore.

There's not much else to say. The memories of her life in Eddan take a complete backseat. When she draws out a black staff from her chest, and a cute outfit replaces her dreadful school uniform, she steps up to the battle as if she's never left it. This is natural for her, after all.]


The Super-Cute Genius Alchemist is back, and I'm not going to die here. Not again! ARS MAGNA!

[...In her zest, she might attack you by accident. Does she even recognize you? Oops. Might wanna run from Cagliostro.]

AFTERCARE; RIGHT THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN

--Ack... gh...

[Any Navigators nearby might pick up a distressing signal. Cagliostro's Persona has taken massive damage, both from Shadows and self-inflicted, due to her rampage. This, coupled with Cagliostro's already frail body, add up to a terrible outcome.

When the last Shadow has fallen, Cagliostro also falls-- face-flat, with her Persona giving a sharp cry before melting into thin air.

Uh...

Well, shit. Help?]
Edited 2017-06-04 09:04 (UTC)
sociallyarcward: (Usually Lost)

1. Finale (Since we already have Eligor teamup thread planned)

[personal profile] sociallyarcward 2017-06-04 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[John had been hanging away from the bulk of the crowd as well. It's weird, he's obviously talked to many of these people online, but there's something different about meeting them in person. It could be that and it could also just be the circumstances of the meeting itself. John approaches Haruka when he spots him across the way. He doesn't have nearly the number of supplies, preferring to stick to an easier load--though the backpack on his shoulder looks pretty full.

He stops, a few feet away still.
]

Hey, Haruka. I have something for you.

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