EVENT: HERE THERE BE MONSTERS

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: October 24 - October 31
Location: Throughout Exsilium
Characters: ALL; tag yourselves in
Summary: The Transports return from their mission to find the island crawling with monsters.
Warnings: Violence, possibly injuries (notify a mod if there's cause to add a particular warning!)

The Transports return from their mission to Medieval Russia, but the Initiative Hold is eerily deserted. Normally, their would be a number of Initiative personnel prepared to meet the Transports at the end of their mission for debriefing.

Instead, there is only silence.

That is, until a distant thumping sound can be heard. It is growing closer, and suddenly the beast is bursting into the room. It lets out a roar and charges. Within minutes, it is easily defeated, but damage has already been done -- it collided with the Transporter machine, which is now making a low fizzling sound and lets off a couple sparks. The commotion is enough to draw the attention of the few remaining Initiative personnel who still inhabit the Hold, who arrive immediately afterwards. They are able to tell the Transports two things: that the machine is broken and currently unable to sent anyone back in time, and that the island has been overrun with aggressive, mutated beasts sent by the United Earth. They have been under siege for months, with the island's population reduced to a mere fraction of what it had once been.

Comments

OPEN

[painfeels]

Painwheel had been hesitant to fight against the army from before. Maybe it was because they were still people and she didn't feel right just killing them like that. Or she didn't want to risk the possibility of losing herself to the voices that told her to kill once she got started, and therefore hurting someone else by accident, or worse.

Whatever the reason, she wasn't staying on the sidelines anymore. Those things, those... monsters were attacking the city and it's people. Even if her consciousness was overtaken by what been done to her mind, at least Painwheel would know that she had done something to help. And Maybe, she'd be able to stop herself before anything happened, or someone would be able to do it instead.

The way she fought was frankly rather disturbing. Spears and spikes literally erupting from not just her nails and joints, but every part of her body. Piercing and skewering the monstrosities as the giant metal fan attached to her back took care of any managed to survive. More spears, as her limbs were bent at impossible angles, Painwheel grunting and screaming as her body would continue to rearrange itself into place before moving to the next target.

What injuries she received only served to fuel Painwheel's rage, her relentless attacks ceasing only when there was nothing else to set her sights on. She stood in place, breathing quickly as her glowing red eyes looked around for the next kill.

Indeed, it took a monster to destroy a monster.

Re: OPEN

[lovesgod]

Now that is a fascinating creature. Lucifer stops for a while, hovering out of sight and invisible of the monsters and the battle, studying everyone. It's a fascinating collection of monsters and weapons and powers, magic sparking, divine grace, swords, strange technology - a kind of perfect chaos. But then he sees this - this thing, with swords and blades spitting out of skin everywhere, a massive thing on it's back, and blood and gore. The thing doesn't stop, either, just cuts through the animals like a living woodchipper. It's admirable.

It's then that the devil notices the thing sneaking up on her, all legs, like a giant centipede. He appears, suddenly, near her, drawing his power in and sending the thing flying with a flick of his fingers. Then, he looks over his shoulder at her.

"You should be more careful."

"

[painfeels]

She turns to look the new arrival. The mask makes it hard to really tell what Painwheel is feeling, but that's where the rest of her body language came in. Heavy breathing, some grunting, her arms and legs tense as she looked on.

This one. He didn't look like a monster. Was he like everybody else, then? A transport? Someone else who had to deal with everything that was going on?

Painwheel continues to look on. She knows, she shouldn't attack him.

"I get... carried away easily."

[lovesgod]

"Yeah, I can tell. Pretty impressive way for you to get carried away, though." He looks behind Painwheel, to the mess of animal guts and bits that she's left behind her. "You can sure clear those guys out in no time."

[painfeels]

"It's not something I'm proud of." She was visibly uncomfortable with her body. What it looked like and what it had become. "But I couldn't just sit around and let those things get any closer and hurt the others."

[lovesgod]

"You should embrace what you are," he says, sliding the sword back into the sheath at his side. "Maybe it's not what you wanted to be, and maybe it's not what others see you as - but if it's what you've got, you've got to make the best of it."

A pause.

"But it's still very noble that you're using your powers for good."

[painfeels]

How could Painwheel ever embrace being something she hates? She can barely do anything outside without worrying about someone seeing her, or just feeling awkward about her appearance in general. It sounds nice, but that's about all it'll ever be. For her, any sort of "acceptance" feels like she'd be letting Lab Zero win, and like heck she's going to allow that to happen.

"Thanks. Sorry it's not all that pretty to look at."

[honkalypse]

This is beautiful, okay. Gamzee stops his own rampage of blood and slaughter to stare at the miracle before him.

It's beautiful and perfect and blood and pain and he wants it. He's covered in the spoils of his own fighting--blood and gore-- and loosely holding a pair of blood splattered clubs in hand. They aren't his only weapons, and a few of the creatures left behind are cut up or filled with arrows, but from the amount of blood, they are favorites.

"Sister, you're up and being motherfucking WICKED DOWN IN THE KILLING OF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS."

sorry for the delay

[painfeels]

Another one talking to her. An enemy? No, at least, Painwheel didn't think so. She listened to what he had to say, noticing how pleased he seemed to be at everything that happening around him. Pretty weird that he seemed to thrilled happy over all of that. On any other day, she would've wondered exactly why he was in such a good mood. She could just ask later, once she was feeling more... stable.

"Yeah." Painwheel said, the agitation still showing in her breathing. "They're gonna kill everybody if they make it through. I'M NOT GONNA LET THAT HAPPEN." There she went again. Fortunately, she notices the blood-stained clubs in his hands.

"You've been busy too."

no prob

[honkalypse]

"My beautiful bitchtits sister, you've GOT THE RIGHT OF THAT. Got to be kicking the murder of these invading motherfuckers what fierce."

He steps closer, totally unafraid, laughing and honking and completely unaware of what few injuries he has and the purple blood that drips from them. He feels good, and in a strange way almost at peace. Instincts are sated and the voices in his head aren't urging him to kill, because he already is.

[painfeels]

Bitchtits. What kind of name was that supposed to be? She wasn't exactly in the frame of mind to think much more of it. Probably for the better.

Whoever this guy is, he seems to be really enjoying himself. The laughing, and honking? Whatever, the point stayed the same. "You got some scratches on you." Painwheel remarks, the purple... blood being easily noticeable. "Not gonna take care of those?"

Not that she could really talk.

[honkalypse]

Having them pointed out does make him notice, but he only smiles down at the blood, looking content. "The color is all up and telling at me that I'm still this righteous motherfucker what's being me. They'll get their motherfucking stop on when they're up to wanting to."

Then he claws an older wound at his throat open and investigates the blood on his fingers a moment, like he just has to check and make sure the color is still there or something.

[painfeels]

The guy was covered in his own blood and seemed completely fine with it. On a normal day, or whatever passed for normal there, something like that would've been alarming. It only made Painwheel think of her own blood, how she now had the blood of the Skullgirl, and...

"So it's supposed to be purple?"

[honkalypse]

"It's the blood I was motherfucking hatched with. Yeah, I'm supposed to be purple, but all the human fuckers got looks of being the same, and they might be taking it--"

Who "they" are, he doesn't elaborate, but it's clearly a distressing thought.