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multiversallogs2011-05-27 08:05 pm
synergismus) wrote in multiversallogs2011-05-27 08:05 pm
Entry tags:
- # operation: bio,
- @ brock marsh,
- @ mog hill,
- @ mog hill: valhalla inn,
- @ sobek croix,
- @ ~ gross tar river,
- alucard,
- anna demirovna,
- dean winchester,
- hellboy,
- ilde decima,
- integra hellsing,
- jones,
- marie-sixtine st. vincent,
- martel,
- rachel conway,
- raylan givens,
- sonja garin,
- { boromir,
- { nazca barsavi,
- } adrian veidt,
- } allen walker,
- } balthier,
- } cassandra of troy,
- } clark kent,
- } edward nigma,
- } gabriel gray,
- } ianto jones,
- } jo harvelle,
- } jysiri,
- } katherine pierce,
- } kriv scorpion-tongue,
- } lex luthor,
- } mabel albans,
- } max guevara,
- } michael anders,
- } mina barrett
plot } the creatures descend.
Who: Everyone!
What: Creatures descend!
Where: All across the city, although attacks will be most fervent at its heart.
When: Friday/Veerdi evening and into the week.
Notes: Slow and back-tagging is, as always, permitted. If you are confused, look at these two posts for more information.
Warnings: Violence, creepiness, swearing knowing these characters.
On Veerdi, the presence of the creatures reaches a fever pitch. Something has provoked them into launching an all-out assault, though it is one that begins slowly. The pipe-crawlers, generally harmless though they may be, are seen across homes in Baedal, sneaking up through the pipes and into bathtub drains or sinks. They come by the dozens, and their keening makes most homeowners nauseated--but it's their appearance that leads to a number of distressed Network calls.
This is just the distraction for the rest.
The call of the crawlers draws in the armored, sickly creatures with the tiny primates carried inside of it. They are inelegantly lumbering, but much faster than one might expect, and certainly hostile. They trudge across the city, barreling over anyone who gets in their path and leaving them half-crushed in the street. They're certainly unsettling in their obvious unhealthiness, and the disease-ridden animals they carry are downright vicious, especially once they escape (messily, bloodily) from their fleshy cage.
It's the birds that are the worst, though; the cleverest, and the cruelest.
These strange black birds are resistant to typical attacks and flying in large groups. They descend on pedestrians, picking at their eyes and faces, ready to rapidly tear flesh from bone until there's nothing left but skeletal remains. They fly out of range when they can, only to divebomb anyone who might think they've escaped.
This is just the distraction for the rest.
The call of the crawlers draws in the armored, sickly creatures with the tiny primates carried inside of it. They are inelegantly lumbering, but much faster than one might expect, and certainly hostile. They trudge across the city, barreling over anyone who gets in their path and leaving them half-crushed in the street. They're certainly unsettling in their obvious unhealthiness, and the disease-ridden animals they carry are downright vicious, especially once they escape (messily, bloodily) from their fleshy cage.
It's the birds that are the worst, though; the cleverest, and the cruelest.
These strange black birds are resistant to typical attacks and flying in large groups. They descend on pedestrians, picking at their eyes and faces, ready to rapidly tear flesh from bone until there's nothing left but skeletal remains. They fly out of range when they can, only to divebomb anyone who might think they've escaped.
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"Oh, boy," he mutters to himself. The creature perks up one ear at the ringing metallic sound of Hellboy drawing his sword, but its attention isn't fully drawn until he calls out, "Hey! Ugly!"
Something about either his weapon, his aggression, or possibly even just his size sparks something in what passes for the creature's mind. Its keening picks up into a higher pitch, and it charges Hellboy, rearing up when it reaches him with the intent of crushing him. Hellboy, however, had set himself for the charge, his hooves dug into the street, and thrust Excalibur into the underbelly exposed by the crushing attempt. The beast was heavy, but Hellboy was strong enough, once he brought his large stone Right Hand in to support where the sword went in, to flip it over on its side instead. He drew the sword out, then thrust it in again, at an angle better planned to take out the creature's brain.
"There. That's all for you."
But that wasn't all. With the beast dead, its burden went wild, tearing themselves out of its innards by expanding the hole created by Hellboy's first sword thrust. The first monkey to come out was dressed in a wetsuit, and the absurdity of it froze him for a moment in a stunned flashback to the Bromhead/Guarino case of 1999.Behind the first monkey, a couple dozen more boil up out of the tear, and Hellboy only barely has time to utter an aggrieved, "Aw, crap," before they swarm upon him.
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Okay, well then. More things in heaven and earth, as they say, and she's pretty sure this place is neither. And there's no time to be wasting.
Her hands start moving in familiar patterns, shaping the spell—and it's simple, really. All she needs to do is rearrange some molecules. All the materials she needs are already here. Hydrogen, oxygen, all kinds of wonderfully flammable things. And the Obrimos think they have the monopoly on firepower, haha. "Here we go," she mutters, and lets the spell go with a snap of her fingers in the back of the crowd. There's a satisfying whoosh of sudden flame and a chorus of simian screams as several of them catch.
And then another four turn to look at her. Oops.
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Anna (or the Huntress, currently - whichever you please) smirks and forms another arrow, though this one doesn't strike quite as true, instead throwing the monkey she has targeted back several meters and stunning it for the moment. The body startles a third monkey, which thinks better of joining this particular fight and turns to flee.
And, once it does that, it has really doomed itself. Something seems to trigger in the woman, and with a burst of speed she falls upon the animal, and rips its throat out with her teeth.
The taste of blood on her tongue startles Anna back into herself, and she calls out to the strange red man:
"Can you toss them away from you? I can kill them easily enough, but I'm not confident that I can't hit you while I shoot at them."
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Aside from a couple of monkeys that fried enough to die right away, most of the others cling tenaciously to him, making it difficult to get at them with his sword. He decides to take it out of the equation temporarily, and stabs it down a few inches into the cobblestones that make up the street, thus freeing up both hands to start plucking the little beasts off of him. With his head finally clear, he looks over at his surprise backup just in time to see Anna chow down.
Okay, then. Unexpected, but what the hell, he's not so picky as to not take help from vampires... and... whatever Jones is, he hasn't really had the time to puzzle the matter over.
"Heads up," he says, and he directs his monkey removal efforts to toss them all into the open space between the three of them.
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The space around her is momentarily overtaken by a strange sensation--the world seems to shift in color, light and shadow invert, and the ground itself feels like it's liquefying.
It's gone as quickly as it happened, though, and then the air explodes again, this time catching a couple of the monkeys in flight, lighting them with colorless flames.
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She plucks several more arrows from the ether, and lays them still crackling at Jones's feet.
"Pretty please?" Come on, Jones, you know you want to.
Then she's off again, still moving with a speed that is just a little too fast to be anything human. Lightning is crackling around her fingertips and through her hair as she forms more arrows. Two more monkeys shriek and die.
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Hellboy grabs hold of the last monkey that was on him, draws his sword from the cobblestones, and runs the monkey through. Now fully free to move, he stands on the opposite side of the monkey kill box from Jones and Anna. "Herd them this way!" he calls to them, picking off stragglers and preparing to kill any who run towards him from the fire and the lightning.
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Well, the results will certainly be good to know, either way. She blocks out a section of the ground in her mind, trying to get as many of the monkeys as possible without getting any of her allies in the killbox, and with her fingers traces the alchemical symbol for copper--what the area she chose will conduct electricity like.
"Anna, aim for the ground between them!" she yells.
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She aims quickly: she may still be working to master the feats that her other self can accomplish as easily as a mortal breathes, but the ground, at least, Anna knows she can hit.
The area Jones has indicated can't be more than a few yards away, so the effect when the arrow hits is all the more spectacular: the entire area seems to pop with the sudden influx of electricity that spreads over the ground in sparks of light, and there is a terrific shrieking as nearly a dozen monkeys unfortunate enough to be in the area convulse and die.
Anna flashes a delighted smile at Jones.
"That was brilliant. How long will it last?"
Then she looks to the strange red man -- he looks like some sort of devil, she thinks, but who is she to judge one who openly reveals his nature? at least it's honest, and besides, from the way he's been tossing those monkeys he is clearly more than capable -- standing on the opposite side of the kill-zone of sorts, and calls out to him:
"Between the three of us, if we can chase them to that patch of metal Jones just made, I think we can do some real damage!"
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"Jones," she says, by way of introduction. "Erm, sorry about the trenchcoat." She flushes slightly. "I'll make you a new one, if you like."
In any case, the situation seems well enough in hand such that she can finally get to Anna's arrows; she runs a hand over them, murmuring words that will make them fly true even without the aid of the Huntress's archery skills.
"Zone lasts as long as I'm holding it," she calls over to Anna, meanwhile gesturing to the newly-enchanted arrows and giving her the thumbs-up. "You've got plenty of time."
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But there would be time for religion later.
"I am Anna," she adds as she retrieves her arrows from Jones. "Thank you," she says, addressing the mage. "This will work beautifully."
She aims the arrow at the conductive area again, waiting a few moments as Hellboy shoves more monkeys into their newly created deathtrap. Then she releases it, smiling with satisfaction as Jones's enchantment kicks in: the arrow lands directly in the center of a cluster of monkeys, which only shriek for a moment before collapsing.
"...We may need to start clearing out the corpses, or soon you'll have to enchant another area, Jones."
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For now, though, he gives what passes for a small grin on his craggy face. "Nice to meet you. This area's mostly played out anyway, though." There are, after all, only so many monkeys that can fit even in a giant armadillo, and they've killed a lot of them already. Indeed, after he beheads one more, he knocks the remaining three back into the conductive patch with a swipe of his tail.
"Don't worry about the coat," he adds offhandedly to Jones. "This is far from the first I've had wrecked. I have an arrangement with a tailor down in Sobek Croix." This is why his Hellsing badge is actually attached to his belt, rather than his coat. Bad enough that he had to get the tailor to reproduce the BPRD patches on the sleeves; Nuala would probably not be pleased if she had to replace his badge every time his coat was destroyed.
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"Erm..." He did have a badge, so maybe he would be a person to ask—"What else is there that I can do here?" She glances in Anna's direction. "I mean, I was looking for you, Anna, but I guess now I've found you..."