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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.

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[ ... well ew. That sounded rather--

He tries to pinpoint the source of the noise, and quietly raises a hand without speaking to wordlessly tell Barnaby to HOLD ON.

Also did he just hear that. Listen. ]

[ That doesn't sound pleasant at all, wow.

He sure hears that, so he nods slightly at Adam and waits to see if any other noises are made - or if they can catch a glimpse of something. He's tempted to activate his Hundred Power, but if there's something there, then it's all the better to wait until he'll need it. ]

[there's just a bit of a warning sound – some kind of whimpering, throaty noise – before thick metal and bone is soaring out of the black and toward the both of them. the source, Martin – rattled, panicked, and furious because of it – scuffled and shuffled backward from the sight of them, eyes wide.

they're coming to kill me, he thinks. because of what happened. it's not my blood, it's not...]

[ WHOA HOLY FUCKING SHIT ~~rooftop showdown~~

Yeah, Adam had a feeling they hadn't been careful enough about this whole affair, but that's not something he's gonna think about now.

So Adam's gonna dodge that, instinctively-- by jumping to the side and, incidentally, off the roof, and this happens. And because it's always better to be safe than sorry, he activates the stun wave upon impact, hoping it hits whatever was just hurling that shit at them. ]

[ Barnaby doesn't stop himself from reaching instinctively for the Hundred Power this time, body and eyes flaring an electric blue. He leaps out of the way inhumanly quickly, frowning as he sees just what the projectile was - but he doesn't waste too much time on that, leaping down as well and landing shortly after Adam does./

Five minutes, then. ]

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[the wave incites an unhappy cry in the dark, with Martin lit up in its glow, recoiling. the light was painful in his eyes – pain was frustrating now. and in frustration...]

NROH–! [blind, the lance sails without much precision as he staggers backward, tripping over himself.]

[ his stupid ass retinal prostheses don't really come with night vision, but he still sees enough. before engaging in combat (or interrogation, whatever it will be) Adam activates the image capture function, though--for later reference. nothing is being publicly broadcasted just yet; just recorded. good thing he'd had the Initiative modify his infolink to accomodate for exactly these kinds of situations.

He's audibly unsheathing one of his blades now--means that it extends right from his arm, but he chooses to keep his distance for now, because he has no fucking idea what they are even dealing with here. it's definitely got to be their culprit, though.

also damn, he's really quite glad he's not alone right now, something that occurs to him when he notices Barnaby joining him seconds later.

--sounds like something being dropped and clattering to the ground. Adam instinctively follows that noise--might be a weapon--while quite loudly but moderately calmly demanding,]

Step into the light, and show yourself. Slowly.

[ hey no on can blame him for not trying to negotiatiate without sharp pointy things, at first. ]

[ Barnaby is surprised at Adam's attempt at negotiation, remembering only a moment later that he too must be used to it. He's all the more glad that it's the two of them that found the scene and this trail and not someone more - well, trigger-happy. If their culprit agrees to turn himself in (or at least stop before anyone else gets hurt, since who could he really be turned in to?) without any more violence, then all the better. ]

Careful.

[ He says it softly enough that he can hope it doesn't carry to whomever's in the darkness, keeping his eyes trained in the direction of the sounds. Then, louder: ]

We're not here to hurt you. As long as you cooperate and explain your situation, you don't have anything to worry about.

[ He's all too reminded of rogue NEXTs he's seen, people who'd just discovered their powers or got discriminated against so much that they snapped, too angry and afraid of both other people and themselves. ]

Gyegh awayh! [his words, pleading, are mucked up and warped by the teeth and swollen tongue.] Pgrh... [PLEASE.

the sound of metal in motion and the footsteps drawing near make him shudder, panic gripping him tighter and tighter.]

Gyoh–!

...

[ Yeah that can't really be counted as an answer, as unintelligible as it is. Doesn't sound too friendly, though.

What is this...?

Adam really doesn't want to repeat himself. Maybe it's best they just subdue it and figure shit out later? As long as there won't be more victims. By now, Adam has picked up the lance. ]

Can you knock it out?

[ directed at Barnaby, obviously. ] I don't have my stun gun with me.

[ Wow Adam he just got done saying he wasn't going to hurt it.

He listens for words, tone, anything, but it's hard to make anything out, much less any kind of agreement. The lance in Adam's hand only serves to drive that point home, and he nods. ]

If necessary.

[ That said, he goes ahead and takes a few steps forward, still emitting that blue glow, to close in. ]

Nouh–! [all this glowing business makes it even more terrifying; Martin's very sure they're out to kill him for what he did. i didn't mean to–!

but it's what he deserves.

but he doesn't want to die.

the closest footfall sounds like a thunderclap in his ear, sparking an overly violent response: he screams, launching lances – two, one per hand – ahead of him, the force of which pushes him, heels skidding, backward and further into the dark.]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[Martin shrinks away, taking the blow to his shoulder and is sent into a wall. he's too light to leave impact on the thing itself as he crumples, fallen like dead weight, wheezing and whimpering.

it hurts. why're they hurting him. glowing – power...monsters.

his breath stops short as his body begins to tense up in his place, feeling his lungs and veins burn.]

[ excellent, this might be a good opportunity to drive their opponent into a corner. what- or whoever it is, they're clearly not in a right state of mind right now.

would be easier if they were out cold already, though.

so now Adam will approach himself -- still warily, but quickly, and Martin will be getting a faceful of blade that'll hopefully stop him from moving too much. ]

Gonna be reasonable now?

[ Barnaby carefully gets closer as well, drawing level with Adam and trying to get a closer look at Martin.

(See, he wonders, if this is the person - the thing - whoever did all that damage to the car, then where's that power now?) ]

Sthh– [he wheezes, starting to turn himself, pushing on the ground with his palm. he freezes, seeing himself reflected in the metal. his breath catches and chokes, and his eyes dart up to the owner, petrified.

why–?!

another beat. the drumming in his ears gets heavier. fear begins to wash into anger, his mouth tugging, exposing those growing, sharpened teeth.]

You killed a man. Are you aware?

[ that doesn't look good, and Adam is more than tempted to take a step back. Several steps, in fact; he's had to deal with heavily augmented humans before but this is entirely new and such an unknown factor. ]

Can you even talk?

[ good thing he has Barnaby right next to him because fuck he's actually a little nervous here, not that it shows. ]

[ That really doesn't look promising, no.

He tenses, readying his stance to spring into action if necessary. His Hundred Power's still active, so he's not worried about having the speed or strength should it come to a fight, but there's still the time limit to consider. ]

[he's gotta breathe sometime, and so he does – a sharp intake, enough to slide his other hand underneath him and push himself up, eyes darting from the blade to the...

glowing guy.

monster.

Martin's muscles coil, and he springs, launching himself at Barnaby, claws and teeth bared.]

Son of a bitch!

[ yeah well his intimidation tactic didn't turn out to be very effective, it looks like. does he really have no choice but to drive those ceramic blades through that boy--

either way, he hopes you're prepared to deal with this, Barnaby. ]

[ Well, this is embarrassing. He'd been leaning his weight forward to intercept any possible attacks for Adam or attempts at escape. Ths means Martin may just reach his target, because Barnaby loses seconds that could've gone into something a little more sophisticated than taking a few steps backwards and realizing that if he does more than that, he opens up an escape route. ]

[better and better. small as he is, Martin easily darts through that opening, twisting himself and pointing his palm toward the pair he'd just escaped.

really, two birds, one stone: in launching that lance, Martin is pushed further away, while giving malicious parts of him the satisfaction of at least trying to skewer something as he escapes.

but he isn't wasting time to find out; he's more scared than anything, and flee takes the forefront.

and so he does.]

--!

[ Adam's reflexes are augmented, and he's used to dealing with people that are a little more than human, but this is still something else. He doesn't even think about going after Martin; right now he's just focused on keeping the damage as minimal as possible.

Again, on all sides. So he's going to play the hero here by instinctively pushing against Barnaby to get them both out of the line of fire, and that seems to work, for the most part. Nobody's skewered--but the lance does graze one of Adam's mechanical arms and then his waist.

The latter is a little bit painful, and the damage registers immediately and is displayed for him. ]

Shit--

[ So now all that's left to do is watch the boy flee and hold his side. ]

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