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Entry tags:
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- thread: michaelangelo,
- thread: zatanna zatara,
- † alcuin nó delaunay,
- † amelia wil tesla sailune,
- † amon,
- † arthur,
- † arthur curry,
- † assorted characters,
- † carol danvers,
- † finnick odair,
- † jack frost,
- † james buchanan barnes,
- † jason bourne,
- † javert,
- † johan gustav dååhd,
- † kaldur'ahm,
- † king richard,
- † korra,
- † leonardo (2003),
- † leonardo (2012),
- † livewire,
- † marius pontmercy,
- † mark grayson,
- † peter parker (animated),
- † prussia,
- † tazendra,
- † toro raymond,
- † una persson,
- † victor borkowski,
- † wally west,
- † zelgadis greywords
Event | Satellite | Crash Landing
Characters: Any and all!
Date: May 21, 2013
Location: In and around the city of Keeliai
Situation: The early morning hour brings unexpected devastation to Keeliai and the outlying areas. Emergency response and damage control follows!
Warnings/Rating: Fires, minor violence; please put CW in your subject lines
Satellite Crash Event
Crash Landing | Salvage Party | Shocking Spectres
Questions | Fire Sector | Earth Sector | Metal Sector | Water Sector | Wood Sector | Outlying Areas
The early morning hours of May 21st are broken by the sound of a low lying explosion and a veritable rain of fiery bits and bobs such as molten hot metal and space debris. Those out and about in the very early morning (three hours before dawn) see a meteoric shape streaking overhead and leaving a debris trail. Those interested in following it may find themselves distracted by the debris raining down across Tu Vishan, starting fires and damaging buildings turtlewide. Tu Vishan certainly is, for the great turtle grinds to a halt amidst all this and a trace of concern for the little ones on his shell can be felt in the minds of many.
Date: May 21, 2013
Location: In and around the city of Keeliai
Situation: The early morning hour brings unexpected devastation to Keeliai and the outlying areas. Emergency response and damage control follows!
Warnings/Rating: Fires, minor violence; please put CW in your subject lines
Satellite Crash Event
Crash Landing | Salvage Party | Shocking Spectres
Questions | Fire Sector | Earth Sector | Metal Sector | Water Sector | Wood Sector | Outlying Areas
The early morning hours of May 21st are broken by the sound of a low lying explosion and a veritable rain of fiery bits and bobs such as molten hot metal and space debris. Those out and about in the very early morning (three hours before dawn) see a meteoric shape streaking overhead and leaving a debris trail. Those interested in following it may find themselves distracted by the debris raining down across Tu Vishan, starting fires and damaging buildings turtlewide. Tu Vishan certainly is, for the great turtle grinds to a halt amidst all this and a trace of concern for the little ones on his shell can be felt in the minds of many.
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This time he's gone straight for the throat from the get-go. Holding some stupid, imaginary superiority complex over his head...separating them into two islands so far away they can't even see the smoke from one another's fires. It's the biggest chink in his armor. And somehow he falls for it, every time.
"It does matter, Raph," he bites out, lowering his hands from his face. He stares into the scattering ashes, gritting his teeth and standing up. His eyes lock back onto his brother, framed by a halo of shadows at the fire's edge. "It's been months. Don't you think this has gone on long enough?"
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Their family, what they have is sacred. Sure there were times in his life he'd wished there were more mutant turtles in the world. But after spending a lifetime learning that they'll always be alone and die alone, that loneliness, that special bond he has between his brothers... that's all he has. It's his identity. And this place has violated all of that.
None of it is his anymore, and he hates it. He hates what they are, how they look, how they talk. He hates that little wide-eyed kid with the chip in his shell is so much like him and everything he's not all at once. He hates feeling robbed, replicated, invaded. He hates how they remind him of brothers he hasn't seen in months, but they're just not his.
"It ain't right."
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'So why are you pretending it is?'
"No one's asking you to roll out the red carpet!" He bites out, not quite managing to keep the growl from his voice. His hands bunch into fists at his sides, but it's an empty show of self-control. He's already entered the hurricane. "You haven't even given them a chance." Then Leo sneers; it's pure ugliness and spite, and later on, he'll hate himself for it. "Or would you rather the other Raph let us starve?"
His own accusations are there, printed in seething blood - Is that what you would have done?
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So instead, that point pries into him, rips the lid off the temper he was barely making an effort to contain.
"We would've done just fine without him!" He snarls, lunging forward toward his brother, close enough to the fire it sets his old burns ablaze with stinging pain. "We don't need them, and I don't need you tryin' to tell me what to do!"
He wants so badly to just jump him. Duke it out with fists instead, show Leo how he really feels.
Far away, in the city that's nothing more than firefly lights winking on the horizon, the sound of screaming echoes through the night like packs of howling wolves. Nothing like the errant yelp and yell of lingering crime from before.
Raph almost misses it over his heartbeat thrumming in his ears, doesn't react until he sees something... Something like weird lightning, like silver clouds drifting over the dark shadows of buildings. Something drifting their way.
Shaken from his rage, all Raph can do is stare over Leo's shoulder at the thing flying blindingly quick in their direction.
"Uh, Leo?"
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Leo is ready to give it to Raph. He sinks his feet, preparing for the first blow...
...that doesn't come. There's an explosion of noise from a drowsy city, a series of screams that cut off at just the wrong time. It sets off an entirely different string of alarm bells in his mind.
Raph's instant change in body language seals it. The moment his gaze flits over Leo's shoulder, everything is dropped from his mind but pure, ingrained instinct. He barely registers his brother's words above the electricity jolting through his body, his brain telling him to move.
Without thinking, he strikes out hard against Raphael's chest with his palm, trying to knock him back from whatever's coming at them. Then he's turning on his heel, lunging for his swords as his eyes feverishly slash into the direction Raph was looking in - he doesn't see it, where's the threat coming from -
Then he catches it streaking towards them, like an underwater shadow in reverse. Blacker than the night itself, but shimmering in bright metallic tones when the light glosses over its form; fast and deadly like a predator, a living cloak of lighting headed straight in their direction. A perfect bolt of pure, menacing danger. Leo's heart beats once in his throat before shattering into ice.
He's not going to make it to his swords.
The thing slams into him at velocity, lifting him off his feet and pitching him clear over the fire into the fringes of darkness at the edge of the campsite. He lands hard on his plastron, banging his head against the cool earth, but he doesn't cry out - just lies there prone for several seconds, dead silent against the crackling fire and distant city echoes.
Then suddenly he gasps, sounding like he'd just surfaced from underwater. Leo dizzily makes it to his elbows and knees, clutching his head and groaning. He makes no further effort to move after that.
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He can't get there fast enough, his feet skidding for purchase in the lose dirt. Leo's hurt. Leo's dying, for all he knows. His heart is pounding out of his chest.
That moment of deathly silence is filled with a blur of white-hot terror. Leo's dead. That thing killed his brother. Now he's alone. It's selfish but fuck, don't leave him alone!
What the shell was that thing!?
Raph falls to his knees at his brother's side, their argument forgotten. He grips his shoulders, pulls him up, cradles him against his chest. He has to see his brother's face. He has to be okay.
"Come on... Talk to me, bro. You gotta be okay."
At least he's groaning. Groaning is good. It's better than nothing, right? Yeah, better than nothing. His hands are shaking, his eyes blurring with panicked tears. He has to get him somewhere safe. Has to figure out what the heck is going on around here. Nobody hurts his brother and gets away with it. He'll make them pay.
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The muscles in his throat convulse as he chokes something unintelligible out, bites his tongue, enamel slicing into flesh and drawing warm blood. His fingers grip his brother's bicep with bone-splintering ferocity. For a heartbeat, he's nothing more than a frozen deer in headlights. Then suddenly his heels start kicking out against the ground, grappling for a hold in the soft dust, his spine arching as far as the shell will allow; pushing himself away like he's trying to struggle out of Raphael's arms.
He may have been as silent as a corpse moments ago, but now he's like a caged animal, a panicked beast. Trying to escape.
His gaze turns on his brother, pupils wide and dilated behind the mask. The tendons in his neck jut out from beneath his sweaty skin with every harried word. "Raph, geh...gehht...awa -"
His jaw snaps shut with an audible click, head wrenching to the side. Then he peers back up with a vicious snarl, forcibly yanks himself away from Raph's grip, rolls onto his knees with perfect capability. "Get...my swords!"
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He's strong, not dying. At least Raoh doesn't think so. But that thing did something to him. Something wrong.
The snarl in his brother's voice makes his stomach sink like a rock, lights another angry fire in his chest that burns until it dulls everything else. It doesn't scare him away. Nothing Leo says or does can make him leave now. It only makes him want to hold on tighter.
He grits his teeth, getting back to his feet and crouches next to his brother again.
What would Leo want with his swords at a time like this? He pauses, eyes flicking over to where they lay against a rock not far from reach. The word seppuku seeps into his brain like poison, makes him sick to his stomach, crushes his heart in his chest. "No," he answers through gritted teeth. "I'll hold onto them. We gotta get you someplace safe, all right?"
But they can't go home, he realizes, another wave of panic rising in his chest. The whole place's been burned out, and he can't drag him that far anyways. Maybe Mike'll help him. Maybe...
He's never felt so freakin' alone.
But it can't be that bad. It can't. He won't let it. They just need some time. He needs to think, get some help. But all he can think about is getting his hands on whoever's responsible.
When this's over, he swears he'll kill every last one of them. That's a promise.
His fingers brush his brother's shell, his voice a growl despite the tenderness of his words. "I'm not goin' anywhere."
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Then he snickers. It starts deep and breathy in his gut, then trembles forward until there's wicked laughter choking out from his mouth like rolling waves at sea. He shakes his bowed head in amazement, then lifts it to angle a piercing gaze at Raphael. There is nothing quite so disgusted as the sneer on his face.
"You looked like the stupider one."
In the next heartbeat he rams into Raph with his shoulder using all of his weight, trying to shove him away. Then he leaps from all fours in the direction of the campsite, landing in a mad sprint towards the abandoned katana.
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Ain't gonna happen.
As the thing that's not his brother makes a leap for the swords, Raph lunges forward, roaring like a savage thing. He reaches for a grip around his shell, intent on using his full weight and muscle to slam him brutally into the ground. It's not pretty, but who really gives a damn? He needs to put him out of commission. He will not let that thing take control of his brother's body. He'll beat it out of him if he has to.
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When he realizes that he can't overpower Raph, Leo stops yelling. Instead he twists around, trying to break his arms free with barely any degree of finesse - as though the skill is still there, he can just barely touch it, but he's too clouded by fury to access the simple muscle memory. He's snarling again, this time his words dripping with absolute hate.
"You're in my way!"
Something goes wrong in the air around them; it starts to bend and tighten, static filling the atmosphere and pressing down with suffocating might. Leo's skin explodes into a sharp buzzing, like thousands of tiny invisible needles jabbing up out of his flesh, and he bares his teeth in warning.
Better let go.
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"Let him go, you body snatchin' creep," he growls. Do your worst. He's not giving up. "C'mon, Leo, I know you're still in there! Fight it!"
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"Leo isn't here!"
His jaws snap together and every muscle in his body wrenches against bone. Then pent-up static explodes from his skin in a jolt of electricity, discharging from every pore of his skin, surging into the heavy air and searing from one body into the next.
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Everything vanishes into white.
It isn't until it's over that his vision clears and his body releases its iron grip. He rocks forward, gasping for air. Too stunned to move, his head is full of a thousand screaming voices. On the horizon, the city falls into madness.
Leo struggles in his grip until they're left grappling clumsily in the dirt. But the tingling in his limbs make them numb, leaves him with the coordination of a toddler.
When the thing that's not Leo manages to break free, Raph catches only the last streak of shadow and quicksilver before it's upon him. Faster than lightning, a second specter bursts from the dark and plunges into his chest, scorching fiery spiderweb paths through his veins. His head erupts with pain and heat, making him howl like a wounded animal as it sinks long fingers into his mind, whispering songs of the dark between the stars. Singing lullabies of conquest.
It lets itself in.
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He staggers to his feet and turns around to see the turtle on its knees, bellowing like a wounded animal. Without flinching he turns again, navigates around the fire, and picks up the swords. Now that he's not struggling with the host's kin, he's digging his roots deeper into the blue one's mind and body - the swords slide into the scabbards on his back on the first try.
He glances back towards the red-banded creature, face hard as stone. "Let's go."