exsiliumlogs | Cometh the Big Crying Wheel

Date & Time: Sept 15th
Location: A refurbished castle on the outskirts of Exsilium.
Characters: Anyone at the party!
Summary: Vanadi hosts a party that goes very poorly.
Warnings: Violence, probably! Let a mod know if we should update this.

It’s a lovely night for a party!

The venue at the outskirts of town is, unfortunately, a bit drafty — and actually rather sparsely furnished, as well. In fact, party goers are encouraged to mingle, drink, and enjoy themselves in the courtyard, as the castle itself wasn’t able to be renovated in time, and has proven to be a little bit architecturally unsound. Any explorative guests might find a small hail of dust and pebbles on their heads if they venture too far in — and who knows what else, if they continue on.

But the drinks and snacks both are plentiful and delicious, and the large canvas set up from castle wall to castle wall keeps off the sprinkling rain. The weather could even be described as warmish and pleasant, if one were feeling generous. A group of Exiles plays classic instruments in one corner of the courtyard, having been paid enough to even smile at any Transports that wander near.

All in all, it’s shaping up to be a good night. Until about 10 PM, that is. Come 10 PM, the Misery rolls into town, tearing down the canvas, nullifying powers, and crying corrosive blood everywhere. That’s the cue for all hell to break loose, as the final wave of mind-controlled characters snag their victims and make for the hills — or at least for the UE. The mind-controlled characters will also have the backup of a squadron of 20 of the Masked, the UE's special ops force. The Masked's main goal is to grab those on their list and get away, but they're certainly not above shooting to kill at anyone that gets in their way. They're also highly trained in hand-to-hand combat and physically enhanced by their suits, so they're a good bunch to try to avoid.

But do have a wonderful time until then, won’t you?

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[Raiden is still dizzy, his vision blurred as he scrambles across the courtyard. When Sonya drifts out of the crowd in front of him he barely sees her. All he knows is someone has just come between him and his target-the Misery.]

OUTTA MY WAY!

[His voice hits a childish pitch that scrapes the air like broken glass and he brandishes his still bloody sword as he barrels towards her like a freight train, eye glowing a brilliant red.]

Edited 2013-09-17 00:34 (UTC)

[Things Sonya is used to: gossip, backbiting, nastiness, threats to her career, threats to her person and her virtue from two-bit thugs chained up in interrogation rooms, watching her step on the way home, handing over her wallet when she gets mugged (four times now), keeping wary of the Exiles, watching wars on the news. Things she's getting used to: being bombed, being grabbed, being told she's gonna be killed and have her body dissolved in acid, losing her gift.

Things she's not really sure how to handle: crazy fucking sword-wielding lunatics screaming at her.

She doesn't freeze for more than a second or so. Only a second - and then she drops down into a crouch, getting low to the ground, covering her head with her hands.]

[Raiden leaps over Sonya and swings his sword at the Misery. Through his scrambled senses, he can't tell if he actually manages to hit one of the creature's eyes as it rolls along. He does manage to kick his heels against the stone body and backflip away before it can pull him down and flatten him beneath its bulk.

He lands in a skid beside Sonya and drives his blade into the ground to keep from slaloming backwards. For a moment he remains crouched, his blood-soaked body heaving from his ragged breath, then he vomits a viscous, dark fluid into the grass.]

God have mercy -

[She recovers from her fear enough to straighten up when he comes caroming towards her again, flinching out of the way - and then she sees that last part and mutters that nauseously, pressing her eyes shut in misery. After a moment, though, they're open again, and (God have mercy) she's pressing forward to kneel beside him - ]

Hey, are you -

[His glowing, blood-shot eye stares past her and into an empty space beyond her head. For a moment he sees the jungle, the place where he'd been taught not just how to kill but how to enjoy it. That monster that had been trained into the deepest part of him twists about in his mind, trying to break loose.

He closes his eye and lowers his head, drawing a deep breath. After another such breath he feels the clanging in his body calm down as his nerves adjust to losing the Initiative modifications.]

Sonya...

[His voice rattles out as a low, guttural growl.]

Yeah.

[Her voice is tight, stressed, and none too happy. She doesn't like this, doesn't like any of this - not that she won't fight; she's not gonna let anyone get murdered or dragged off or whatever without a fight. But all of this is messed up, and he's messed up, but at least he's recognizing her.]

Try to contain yourself, there, big guy. You're gonna hurt someone.

[He snorts and slowly starts to rise, his eye opening. The brilliant red glow gradually fades back to an unnatural pale blue.]

Hurt...yeah....guess so.

[He pulls the sword out of the ground and twirls it, causing blood to drip from the blade into the dust.]

But these fuckers sealed their fate when they decided to attack us.

[He caresses his sword with his claws and sighs.]

They deserve more than just "hurt". A lot more.

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Uh-huh.

[She crosses her arms. Generally it's her policy to move away whenever her conversational partner starts caressing a blood-stained killing implement like he wants to make love to it, but this is admittedly an unusual situation.]

Well, we can see to that later, can't we. Right now we just gotta regroup.

You regroup.

[He swings his sword out to the side, using it to point towards the exit while his gaze remains fixed on the combat.]

I'm gonna make sure they don't take anyone else.

[Those last few syllables come out with a predatory, almost hungry snarl.]

Cometh the Big Crying Wheel

attack!

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