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

[theguideless]

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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[theguideless]

[at the shoulder, a louder impact against filthy, coated bone. the creature feels nothing, only veered slightly off-course by the momentum of the tiny bullet. the noises are aggravating, pushing him forward.

he drops his body, as though somehow ducking under range and bullies through the volley, mouth dropping open and snapping out at closest limb or sleeve.]

[rota]

[Aiming for the shoulder obviously doesn't work, and Naoto would have gone for the legs to immobilize him, but she's not prepared for the lunge at her leg-- in fact, it's only the warning from her Persona that she manages to react at all.

She rolls to the side quickly, but that doesn't stop sharp teeth from nicking her trousers and the skin underneath.

Naoto aims her gun lower now, looking for a shot at a leg or an arm. She's still loathe to kill, especially when she knows that this boy wasn't always like this.]

[theguideless]

[it's pretty damn awkward for him; no means to bend and push himself up by way of the front, efforts to scramble and scrape with his legs hindered by bullets. it's a messy, writhing crawl, trying to inch toward her regardless of blows, snapping at the air for a chance at flesh.]

[rota]

[The scrape and new cuts on her legs shouldn't be hindrances to her, she thinks. If the teeth have been poisoned, she may be fine for a bit. After all, she's survived far worse, and has even managed to wait till the end of a battle to be fully healed after minutes of being on the edge of life and death.

She just needs to be more careful now, and not let him get higher than her waist.

Naoto moves back, looking for higher ground so that she would at least be safe. But she always keeps an eye on her attacker and never turns her back. That would just be suicide.

Higher ground comes in the form of crates stacked against walls, and she wastes no time climbing up the nearest one.]

[theguideless]

[there's gurgling and growling as he scrambles and scrapes forward, a bit at a loss when his quarry climbs out of reach. he needs to get up...and so he rolls onto a side, flinging an arm out to try and snatch the edge of a crate, a bit of wall, any leverage with enough strength to help him to his feet. it's a graceless, slow process, and every second seems to make him more frantic and livid. apparently, it's worth wasting the energy.

when planting both hands on the crates and pushing yields no results one way or the other, he starts thrashing, intent on making mincemeat of the height obstacle.

he roars in growing frustration.]

[rota]

[-- Should have known he would do something about that, and not the typical climbing as well. Should have known.

However, the gash on her leg makes itself known at a very inopportune time, and not for the first time, Naoto wishes she knows some healing skills instead of being overly specialized in battle skills. ... That is, if she ever manages to summon her Persona again.

Naoto scrambles for the next crates, but stumbles and barely manages to to avoid crashing to the ground and bashing her head by rolling but her situation is clear-- she's in big trouble if she doesn't get on her feet.

Cue scrambling.]

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira has been searching for Martin ever since he left Ico with Ashraf. He's frustrated by the lack of progress in this regard, but also determined--relentless, as always. He's about to turn and head in a completely new direction when he hears the gunshots.

Swearing to himself, Koltira hurries towards the sound, but it takes him time to reach the scene. Too much time. He sees Martin, enraged, and then he sees the girl--wounded, bloody, a gun in her hand.

He shouts.]

Stay down, girl!

[and then he rushes towards her, standing in front of her, brandishing Byfrost.]

Martin. I'm here for you.

[theguideless]

[the trespasser only enrages him more, gives him something more substantial to lash out at. ignorant to the blade or the force wielding it, ex-Martin twists away from the mess of crates and conjures, no longer the massive projectiles he'd struggled with in the past. just the bare-boned basics, hardly refined for anything but a fast throw with a sharp end. it suits his needs – piercing and impaling, pinning meat into place for convenience. he intens much the same now.]

[rota]

[When the newcomer places himself between her and the boy, she thinks ruefully to herself that she's the one who's been needing saving ever since she arrived in Exsilium and she's rather tired of that. However, she knows it cant be helped, and she grits her teeth in irritation.

She wipes her cheek clean of blood as much as she can.] He's far beyond any rational thought.

You know him as well I take it? [Or is it knew?]

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira blocks the initial attack with the flat side of Byfrost's blade; however, it's clear that Martin's speed and agility have increased exponentially since their last encounter. He grits his teeth as he's pushed back from the force, and then makes to advance, to fill Martin's entire line of vision with this hulking elf. A frigid gale kicks up around him, swirling ice and rime around his body, forming crystals over his skin and armor.

He glances over at Naoto.]

I do. Please, try not to move.

[Koltira turns back to Martin, his legs apart, his body oriented in a defensive stance.

Focus on me. Let me bear your hunger, your rage. I will be the bloodied shield.]