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tushanshu_logs2015-08-01 05:41 pm
reconjunction) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-08-01 05:41 pm
You fight me / flat on my lonely face I fell
Characters: Irvine and you.
Date: 1-5 August 2015 (2016 in-game)
Location: All over the city
Situation: This situation looks awfully familiar, and Irvine is convinced that this is all a trick/imprisonment by his canon’s big bad. The solution? Find the ‘people’ that don’t fit the setting and kill them to unlock the exit.
Warnings/Rating: Almost certainly violence.
A: He who fights and runs away … [1ST OF AUGUST ONLY]
The buildings and street faded up from white blankness like a staticky connection – at first in black and white, then in colour, then with sound. It wasn't the place he meant to be. Nowhere near. What was this? They beat the sorceress, why was he walking out of that damned whitespace and into some city he’d never seen before?
Irvine’s heart pounded as he scanned the area, walking long-legged down the street with his coat flapping behind him and his hat shading his face from the sun. Most of the people on the street were humanoid, but some of them have … things, scales and wings and horns. Monsters? Some new junction? Was this the sorceress’s endgame in case she lost, just shoving them into some space filled with monsters crossed with people, as if that would stop them from fighting back?
Damn. In Irvine’s case, she was probably right.
One of them came at him and Irvine’s shotgun jerked up, and they backed away instead. But it drew attention; some of the others started eyeing him, and Irvine decided that discretion is the better part of valour. Even if they were all just constructs, like the fake sorceresses right as the time-compression began, the last thing he needed was to turn the whole setting against him.
And he didn’t even know where the others were, either. Whether they were following. He hoped they made it out. He’d call, but what if there was something else nearby, something that couldn’t see him in among the constructs, and he called attention to himself?
Dangerous. It was all dangerous. So Irvine didn’t yell, and stuck to walking by the sides of buildings, watching and looking for portals. It took about two hours before he realised why he felt so weird — because he didn’t have access to his junctions, just like in the castle. It had taken one of the others pointing it out before he noticed then, too. He wasn’t used to having junctions on the whole day, every day. He wasn’t used to feeling weird about not feeling them.
That definitely meant he couldn’t shout for the others. He had no way to defend himself, except Exeter, and Exeter was a wonderfully advanced gun but she wasn’t made of magic.
So he walked on, not drawing attention—or trying not to, anyway—avoiding anyone who spoke to him, to the point of running if necessary.
[ooc: Irvine will retreat from any prolonged interaction, but feel free to chase him! I would like for him to escape no matter what, before he finds out too many details about Keeliai, for continuity purposes.]
B: … lives to fight another day.
Finding a place to sleep wasn’t too difficult, for Irvine. He made use of the heights, because not many people had a tendency to look up. For all that it was easier to fight on the ground, alongside comrades, he’d always felt safer when he was higher than everyone else. It still wasn’t ideal and he woke up fitfully every couple of hours, but that was good. He didn’t have comrades here. That was fine. He was used to that. Used to waking up every two hours like clockwork, waking up in an instant at the most threatening sound.
It sucked, that kind of schedule, and he hadn’t missed it. But it worked and gave him time to put together the details, and not go nuts from exhaustion along the way. It kept him safe enough until his junctions came back, which was frankly a surprise. A welcome one, but a surprise. Wasn't going to stop him from using them. If he couldn't use his junctions, he was screwed no matter what.
He still didn’t know a couple of things. Didn’t know where the exits were. Didn’t know whether the local were real and transplanted, junctioned, fake. Didn’t know whether this was a city from the past – maybe Centran – or a city from the future he hadn’t experienced. Didn’t know whether he’d meet the sorceress herself here, from some point in her timeline before they killed her.
But Irvine knew about the Foreigners. They were the ones that didn’t fit, the ones with powers, like the seal guardians in the sorceress’s castle who kept the GFs and all their bestowed powers contained until they were dead.
It was pretty obvious, after that. Killing the seal guardians had released the GFs’ powers, one by one. The so-called Foreigners didn’t fit, so they were the ones that were real and keeping this whole place together, whether leftover time-compression or something else. Prison, maybe. Maybe the others were all locked up in whitespace and relying on Irvine to get them out, and this was the final gateway.
Irvine couldn’t let them down. He wasn’t very good at a lot of things, but he wasn’t going to let his comrades down. So he watched. Tracked. Waited. When timing was right, he struck.
[ooc: Skulduggery’s thread in (B) will come, date-wise, before any others, but feel free to tag in whenever. I’d prefer Irvine didn’t die, which is fine because he’ll run away if he’s overpowered, but he’s definitely aiming to kill others, so lemme know if you’re prefer that didn’t happen and we can arrange for some method of escape on the part of either him or your character as needed!]
Date: 1-5 August 2015 (2016 in-game)
Location: All over the city
Situation: This situation looks awfully familiar, and Irvine is convinced that this is all a trick/imprisonment by his canon’s big bad. The solution? Find the ‘people’ that don’t fit the setting and kill them to unlock the exit.
Warnings/Rating: Almost certainly violence.
A: He who fights and runs away … [1ST OF AUGUST ONLY]
The buildings and street faded up from white blankness like a staticky connection – at first in black and white, then in colour, then with sound. It wasn't the place he meant to be. Nowhere near. What was this? They beat the sorceress, why was he walking out of that damned whitespace and into some city he’d never seen before?
Irvine’s heart pounded as he scanned the area, walking long-legged down the street with his coat flapping behind him and his hat shading his face from the sun. Most of the people on the street were humanoid, but some of them have … things, scales and wings and horns. Monsters? Some new junction? Was this the sorceress’s endgame in case she lost, just shoving them into some space filled with monsters crossed with people, as if that would stop them from fighting back?
Damn. In Irvine’s case, she was probably right.
One of them came at him and Irvine’s shotgun jerked up, and they backed away instead. But it drew attention; some of the others started eyeing him, and Irvine decided that discretion is the better part of valour. Even if they were all just constructs, like the fake sorceresses right as the time-compression began, the last thing he needed was to turn the whole setting against him.
And he didn’t even know where the others were, either. Whether they were following. He hoped they made it out. He’d call, but what if there was something else nearby, something that couldn’t see him in among the constructs, and he called attention to himself?
Dangerous. It was all dangerous. So Irvine didn’t yell, and stuck to walking by the sides of buildings, watching and looking for portals. It took about two hours before he realised why he felt so weird — because he didn’t have access to his junctions, just like in the castle. It had taken one of the others pointing it out before he noticed then, too. He wasn’t used to having junctions on the whole day, every day. He wasn’t used to feeling weird about not feeling them.
That definitely meant he couldn’t shout for the others. He had no way to defend himself, except Exeter, and Exeter was a wonderfully advanced gun but she wasn’t made of magic.
So he walked on, not drawing attention—or trying not to, anyway—avoiding anyone who spoke to him, to the point of running if necessary.
[ooc: Irvine will retreat from any prolonged interaction, but feel free to chase him! I would like for him to escape no matter what, before he finds out too many details about Keeliai, for continuity purposes.]
B: … lives to fight another day.
Finding a place to sleep wasn’t too difficult, for Irvine. He made use of the heights, because not many people had a tendency to look up. For all that it was easier to fight on the ground, alongside comrades, he’d always felt safer when he was higher than everyone else. It still wasn’t ideal and he woke up fitfully every couple of hours, but that was good. He didn’t have comrades here. That was fine. He was used to that. Used to waking up every two hours like clockwork, waking up in an instant at the most threatening sound.
It sucked, that kind of schedule, and he hadn’t missed it. But it worked and gave him time to put together the details, and not go nuts from exhaustion along the way. It kept him safe enough until his junctions came back, which was frankly a surprise. A welcome one, but a surprise. Wasn't going to stop him from using them. If he couldn't use his junctions, he was screwed no matter what.
He still didn’t know a couple of things. Didn’t know where the exits were. Didn’t know whether the local were real and transplanted, junctioned, fake. Didn’t know whether this was a city from the past – maybe Centran – or a city from the future he hadn’t experienced. Didn’t know whether he’d meet the sorceress herself here, from some point in her timeline before they killed her.
But Irvine knew about the Foreigners. They were the ones that didn’t fit, the ones with powers, like the seal guardians in the sorceress’s castle who kept the GFs and all their bestowed powers contained until they were dead.
It was pretty obvious, after that. Killing the seal guardians had released the GFs’ powers, one by one. The so-called Foreigners didn’t fit, so they were the ones that were real and keeping this whole place together, whether leftover time-compression or something else. Prison, maybe. Maybe the others were all locked up in whitespace and relying on Irvine to get them out, and this was the final gateway.
Irvine couldn’t let them down. He wasn’t very good at a lot of things, but he wasn’t going to let his comrades down. So he watched. Tracked. Waited. When timing was right, he struck.
[ooc: Skulduggery’s thread in (B) will come, date-wise, before any others, but feel free to tag in whenever. I’d prefer Irvine didn’t die, which is fine because he’ll run away if he’s overpowered, but he’s definitely aiming to kill others, so lemme know if you’re prefer that didn’t happen and we can arrange for some method of escape on the part of either him or your character as needed!]
B
He was difficult to miss, partly due to his full-body armor, and partly due to the unusual machine carrying him through the air. He whistled a little as he flew, stopping every now and then to gaze up and squint. Eventually, he opted to land on the edge of a roof, his Glider flashing back into the form of a giant, Key-shaped weapon and then vanishing in a glimmer of light. He dangled his legs over the edge of the roof and leaned back on his palms.
"I wonder if this place ever gets meteor showers..." The sky still wasn't as starry as he'd like, but it worked. If nothing else, he didn't suspect any surprise attacks. As far as he knew, it was just another night.
5 AUG?
"It isn't real," he muttered. "It isn't real."
Don't forget them.
Quistis, Zell, Squall, Rinoa, Selphie.
Don't forget them. It isn't real. I've gotta get out.
He had to get out. And for that he had to step up his game. He must be doing something right-ish, because the place kept setting him up against kids to make it harder. If he could just keep on for a bit longer, he could get back, put it behind him. He made these choices and he just had to keep in mind that they weren't real, and never, ever wonder--
But what if they are, and they're just prisoners like you?
--that.
Irvine reached into his coat and felt the edges of the journal in the inside pocket, and looked up at the hum and the whistle. A dark shape flew overhead and he tracked it until it landed on the roof next over.
Had to be another 'seal'. None of the locals could do that, turn machines into giant keys and then make the giant keys vanish.
Surprise attack? Maybe. At least this was more ... machine-like, unlike the girl who used water. Irvine was still stiff from that. And machines didn't do well against lightning attacks. Then again, the machine wasn't even there anymore.
At least it was dark. Irvine couldn't see details if it was dark. He needed that.
The figure was small, though, and the only reason Irvine knew it wasn't the dark-clad girl from before was because of the shine of armour and the light hair. Death might do it again ... but Death had never worked around the seals in the castle, and it hadn't worked on the girl. It wasn't worth the risk again.
Not Death, but ... he was closer, this time. Next roof over, and they were on near sides. Irvine was seated against the stack and in the shadows, and the figure's back was to him where he sat on the edge. A lot like the dark-clad girl. Irvine shoved thought out of his head and shifted to the edge of the stack and raised Exeter, under his coat to hide the gleam off her chassis.
Irvine wasn't good at killing ... but he was too good at killing. From a distance. In the dark. This was with a shotgun. At this distance it wasn't likely to be a killing hit, but chances were high it'd be a good one, because he was still a fantastic shot, and he wasn't shooting at a person, just a figure. He'd have problems if there was a shield, more armour, if the figure was a robot ... but he was still a fantastic shot, and his aim was still steady as he pulled the trigger.
works for me c:
Those thoughts crumbled with the sound of the gunshot and the bullet ricocheting off his back. The moment it hit, he gave a startled yelp, teetering forward at first, but in all his years of training, he'd honed in his reflexes. Through a stroke of luck, he managed to keep a hold on the edge of the roof and dragged himself back up after a few seconds of awkward dangling.
He swung his feet forward, back slightly bent, and threw his arm aside to call his Keyblade back into his clutches. His eyes darted beneath his helmet, trying to make out the form of the culprit, before he opted for a more direct route.
"Hey, what was that for?" Somebody had to be there, because bullets didn't come outta nowhere. But while his feet remained firmly glued to the roof and his posture was tense as stone, his heart hammered away inside his chest.
Fighting he could handle, but guns were different from fireballs and lightning. Guns usually meant an intent to kill, and whoever this was must not've meant for Ven to catch on.
no subject
Either way, it was some good armour, if it deflected bullets. Time for something else. Not fire, still too risky with this weather, but lightning in a tin-can ... that might work. It'd tell the kid where Irvine was casting from, so he'd have to move fast if it failed, but Irvine could do that.
Inside of a few seconds Irvine readied and cast Thundaga, a massive lightning-bolt which shot out at the kid, scorching the roof and illuminating the surrounds.
no subject
Only then did it hit him. This man, whoever he was, had a gun. He was attacking to kill. It was just like what happened to Xion. It was the same guy. The same Foreigner who had left Xion so shaken that night.
His chest heaved ragged breaths, and a flash of green light coiled around him, soothing, but not completely undoing the wounds from the spell. If this guy had that much magical power, it'd be careless to engage for too long. Ven knew that, yet at the same time, how could he turn his back on someone aiming to kill innocent Foreigners? His face twisted into a tight grimace.
If he wanted to hit hard, he could unleash Mega Flare. A spell that potent would sweep the area in white-hot flames. It wouldn't kill, but it'd do serious damage. A smart, if ruthless move.
Instead, Ven opted for something a bit tamer, though still potent in its own right. He hoisted his Keyblade over his head and cast, Magnega, a spell designed to draw foes in and hurl them in a violent orbit. At least this way, he'd see his attacker. At least this way, he'd know for sure.
But even then, he was already making preparations to dash off in search of Aqua. After what happened with Xion, he needed to stay cautious.
oops delay orz sorry
So Irvine threw himself back, and then yelped as he was tugged off his feet by the pull of gravity magic. It wasn't like any he'd seen before--it whipped debris up and around, circular around the kid's head. Irvine pressed himself flat to the roof and gripped the chimney stack he'd been using for cover with one hand, the other pressing his hat to his head.
Okay. So it had a range, and he'd been on the outside of it, and missed actually getting flung up--but if he tried to rise or move, he was going to lose his grip and wind up vulnerable in the air. He'd just have to ride it out. It had to end eventually, right? Right?
it's cool! Had to check some things with Aqua's player, so I'm late too. She'll be tagging in after
Instead, he tossed his Keyblade up, transforming it back into its Glider Form. He sprung onto the Glider and sent it blasting away from the roof. All the while, he kept casting glances back toward his spell and down toward the street. A Thundaga from this height risked smashing him into the ground. If it didn't kill him, it'd definitely break some bones.
For now, time was of the essence.