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Martin Darkov - 8th generation ([personal profile] theguideless) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2012-08-31 07:11 pm

monsters and the kids who become them and the people who fight them

Date & Time: 9/2 – 9/12, various times
Location: All throughout the city
Characters: See tags
Summary: A lot of people have to put up with an increasingly unstable kid
Warnings: Fightytimes violence, body horror, dead things



IN THE FAR-REACHING FUTURE OF AN ALT-EARTH, MONSTER-BASED ATTACKS ARE CONSIDERED ESPECIALLY RIDICULOUS. IN EXSILIUM, THE DEDICATED TRANSPORTS WHO ENDURE AND INVESTIGATE THESE VICIOUS HAPPENINGS ARE MEMBERS OF AN ELITE SQUAD KNOWN AS EXTRA-UNLUCKY BASTARDS.

THESE ARE THEIR STORIES.


The following threads coincide with the established timeline posted here and are arranged chronologically for participants' use if need/want be.
stonefaith: (shocked | oh shit)

[personal profile] stonefaith 2012-09-09 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Again, Bariyan did not notice that anything was immediately wrong. He merely blinked down at himself, hands and feet suddenly stuck in place and thought strange.

Then his gaze flickered up and he saw the lance headed straight for him.

Bariyan tried to move, again, to dodge it -- but he went nowhere, and the point cracked through his shoulder, splintering bone as it went. He made a futile attempt to wrench himself away from it. Nothing.

Panic started to settle in.
neveraskedforthis: (gonna cut a bitch)

[personal profile] neveraskedforthis 2012-09-09 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ whoa-- adam pretty much reflexively drops the lance he had just picked up, quickly moving out of the line of fire. by this point, it should be clear they can't fucking reason with this thing.

And Adam--he has his blades, but he would rather avoid any serious injury here. on either side. ]


Knock it out.

[ whoa sounding rather bossy here, Adam. ]
stonefaith: (angry | fuck off bro)

[personal profile] stonefaith 2012-09-09 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Right.

[ Bariyan might have the strength to wrench the door out of its frame, but he didn't bother trying. Only more time wasted. Instead he brushes fingers over the hinges -- sets metal to rust, wood to rot -- then kicks it back open once the support has been weakened enough. The door, twisted and warped, falls out.

He leaves the apartment first, to leave the path clear for Alistair.
]
woahwoahawkward: (How can you say no to this face?)

[personal profile] woahwoahawkward 2012-09-09 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Fortunately, Alistair's a little distracted with the door to notice the way that the man just disintegrated his door.

They're totally going to need a new one.

He heads out at a brisk pace, fully intent on staying with Anora once they reach the clinic even if people will probably make a fuss.

He nods to Bariyan.]

You have my thanks. Are you -- going to try to find him?

[Martin.]
stonefaith: (determined | the valorous)

[personal profile] stonefaith 2012-09-09 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Bariyan forced his way through the barrage, one step at time.

What had he said, the first time they'd met? (A strike past his side.) You're going to be a problem. (Through the collarbone, this time. The lance shattered.) And Martin had been a problem but, oh, children always were-- (A point, rapidly approaching his eyes. Bariyan dodged that one.) --Martin couldn't be blamed. (Ripping through his left arm.) Not for his father's death. (Driving into his leg.) Not for his sister's possession. (Another one through the ribs.) Not for this. (A last one. Splintering through the shoulder.)

Bariyan pushed through and held his hand out to Martin, again.

"Are you done now?" he asked. Quiet, without blame.

[personal profile] ex_bandai157 2012-09-09 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ He'd expected something, but two lances at once wasn't it. He dodges them as well, reorienting himself to the space between then and heading at the source at a run - still an inhumanly quick blue blur - by way of answer to Adam.

If he gets close enough, he'll go for a high kick, trying to knock out by a strike to the head. ]
stonefaith: (downcast | i'm sorry)

[personal profile] stonefaith 2012-09-09 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. I have to.

[ Unburdened, Bariyan leads the way down the stairs and out, pulling doors open for Alistair to pass through as they go. But he turns away as soon as they exit the building. ]

You know where the clinic is, yes? I... I need to find Martin, as soon as possible. [ He looks at Anora, and shakes his head. ] Before more of this happens.
stonefaith: (resigned | well)

[personal profile] stonefaith 2012-09-09 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Bariyan slammed a hand forwards. His fingers closed on empty air, too slow to stop Martin from escaping. And his body now too broken to give chase.

He ran after Martin anyways, staggering out of the alley as he feet sought new balance, trying to readjust to torn muscles and broken bones. But Martin was moving much faster than him now -- always had -- and he soon lost sight of the boy.

Bariyan stopped, momentarily. He swayed on his feet and fell back against the nearest wall, hanging his head in despair.

"God-- damn-- it--"
boughtabookstore: (active: fuck ow)

[personal profile] boughtabookstore 2012-09-09 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ that was far, far too close for comfort, and she steps aside from the general area he's firing at, considers whether she should just leave in general. but he seems to need help. ]

Martin! Come here, now.
effective: (29)

[personal profile] effective 2012-09-09 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Wh--? [Her eyes zero in on the source of the noise and some part of her dimly recognises him (it) but there are enough changes there that her mind clears of all thoughts except one.

Mutt.

And then there are no thoughts. She acts on pure instinct, loosing her arrow at the thing that once might have been Darkov and then running, crashing through the trees.

There's a city out there. This isn't an arena. If she can reach other people, she'll be safe. She just needs to reach other people. Her heart hammers in her ears, and she throws a look over her shoulder]
deadelfwalking: (GENUINE CONCERN)

[personal profile] deadelfwalking 2012-09-09 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Even though Bariyan had not outright asked for help, Koltira had every intention of following through on his earlier promise. He would do what he could, though his efforts so far had yielded little results. True, he had managed some protection of both the boy and those he encountered, but this situation needed a permanent solution. He didn't know what that was yet, and he was trying not to contemplate the obvious.

Instead, he focused on what seemed useful--finding the child, finding Bariyan. He was relieved when he came upon the latter, albeit not very. The extent of the man's wounds was obvious at a distance, and horrific up close. Somehow the lack of blood made Bariyan's punctured body more unnerving; his exposed innards were all in place, but dry, clean and alien. If Koltira were not a walking horror himself, he might have been disturbed.

As it stood, he was just alarmed, more because of what the injuries meant than anything else. The child had to be close by.

"Bariyan!" he called. "Which way?!"
boughtabookstore: (oh really?)

[personal profile] boughtabookstore 2012-09-09 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ was that even supposed to be words? she heads towards him, no nonsense, reaches out in an attempt to grab his arm. clearly he needs some sort of help, this isn't anywhere near normal behavior. ]
woahwoahawkward: (Huh.)

[personal profile] woahwoahawkward 2012-09-09 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[He understands the priority, but he turns to Bariyan.]

Find him before someone else does. I don't think they'll be as kind as you might be.

[Or maybe this man is really going to brutally murder Martin -- it isn't as if they'd talked about it, but he seems a little less angry and a little more concerned.]
vestigiaflammae: (honest and hidden)

[personal profile] vestigiaflammae 2012-09-09 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Lea jumps back, but he'd expected a punch, not -- not the spear that's suddenly leaping out toward him, tearing a deep furrow along the outer side of his right arm.

For a moment, all he can feel is the impact, and he thinks as he reels from the force of the blow that it must have been blunt. Then pain hits, sickeningly, all at once. He fumbles out one of his Frisbees, spins it into a defensive position with his left hand, and tries to keep his balance. Every time he moves, it jolts his right side with pain. He doesn't look at the injury. He's a little afraid he might get sick.]


Stop it! We're friends, right? I'm --

[He gulps, and his grip on his Frisbee tightens.] I'm not gonna hurt you, okay?
boughtabookstore: (low: not a great showing)

[personal profile] boughtabookstore 2012-09-09 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ what the hell is on his hands, that's the feeling of blood trickling down her skin isn't it. she jumps back further, staring at him warily, trying to determine the best course of action for next. ]

Martin, you should come with me. The clinic can help with ... whatever's wrong.
effective: (79)

[personal profile] effective 2012-09-09 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Her breath hitches and she runs faster. Those howls take her back to the Games, the first ones, where they gave them eyes like the tributes and--

She shakes her head tries to focus on what she's doing. He didn't chase her immediately, that's good, right? Katniss wants to believe that's good. She turns her body and stands her ground, shoots again. Maybe she can take it out entirely]
healplz: (shock | DBs on the prontera field!)

[personal profile] healplz 2012-09-09 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Ashraf isn't far behind Koltira, looking grim. If Martin has been found, if he's near — then there's going to have to be a decision made. Maybe Bariyan isn't the man to make it, maybe it will have to fall to others, but Martin has to be stopped— 

—And that's when he actually sees Bariyan. He stops dead, eyes widening, shifting immediately into horror. He's a priest, healing is what he does — and as such, he's seen an awful lot of damage. But nothing like this.

Koltira can handle the boy. Ashraf won't be much help there, he's only a priest. So he makes for Bariyan instead, trying to bite back the horror. He can't heal him, but maybe he can do something.

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