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ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2013-05-23 08:01 am

Event | Satellite | Spectres!

Characters: Any and all!
Date: May 23 - 26, 2013
Location: Keeliai, turtleside, ARSHEPHELIOS cluster remains
Situation: Repairs and salvage operations operating innocently have triggered an invasion of spectres that possess and wreak havoc upon all they see.
Warnings/Rating: Please put CW in your subject lines

Satellite Crash Event

Crash Landing | Salvage Party | Shocking Spectres


Questions | Keeliai | ARSHEPHELIOS


Salvage is sweet, but not all is well on board the ARSHEPHELIOS cluster. The seamless cylinders salvaged from debris and the cluster, now being frequently traded, turn out to be pods the first time one is penetrated or cracked open. Each breached pod releases a flood of energy-based apparitions hellbent on world domination -- or, more accurately, person domination (and it's not the fun kind).

These apparitions -- spectres, if you will -- are driven by a need to protect the technology of the satellite cluster that their pods are associated with. They will stop at nothing to see this through. Each is immune to physical attacks, but seem to be injured or dissipated entirely by things like electrical shock or other energy-based projections. If people touch them, there is also a brief window of vulnerability, but it acts also like a door that swings both way. Through contact, these spectres can and will invade one's psyche, take over their body and cause them to attack friend or foe alike! Should the possessed body be subjected to sufficient electrical shock, the possession should fade. Strong natural will can also drive the spectres out, but it is no walk in the park to do so. Possession is not the only tool in the arsenal, for these spectres use electricity as their main offensive weapon. They'll leave deep-tissue burns on anyone they fight, and show no degree of fatigue after constant use of it.

Ten thousand of these creatures will be freed from pods, resulting in a veritable flood of Keeliai, the turtleside, and the satellite cluster. With such a driven enemy, it comes down to killing or being killed.

Meanwhile, those taking shelter indoors may notice that the spectres will get into the biomechanical functions of Keeliai. Consoles will be malfunctioning during this time, with lines of mysterious code and strange, ghostly images. One might hear people screaming for help or hours of patchy radio static.
afirewithfashion: ([pensive] look askance)

[personal profile] afirewithfashion 2013-05-30 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Why does everyone think he's helpless, just because he came from the Capitol? Cinna can't fight like the rest of them, but he's not an idiot. He knows, for instance, that something is horribly wrong the minute Finnick smiles at him.

It's not that he's never seen that smile before. It's that this is another place, another time, and those days are supposed to be behind them.]

Finnick. Fight it off.
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[personal profile] insecrets 2013-06-01 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[He's tried, but only when it came to Katniss. What does Finnick have to fight for? He's dead, anyway. He's dead, and there's no Annie. Katniss and Johanna, they don't need him. Why fight?

Why?

There's a tilt of his head, as if surveying Cinna. The spectre, that is. Cinna should run. If he knows about the possessions, he should be running.

He circles around the man, keeping a careful distance for the moment.]
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[personal profile] afirewithfashion 2013-06-03 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[For himself. Because he is too strong to submit to -- this.

Cinna doesn't run. He stays where he is, his eyes intent and focused on Finnick as he reaches for him.]

Finnick. I know you're there. You're strong enough to fight this.

[Cinna's voice is always so even, always so soothing. Even moreso now, when he's trying to reach the man behind the possession. He refuses to believe you're this weak, Finnick.]
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[personal profile] insecrets 2013-06-04 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
[The voice, Cinna's voice, it is calming. Different than Katniss's. Finnick fights back, forcing his body to stop moving and stand there, but it's still the spectre really in control. They both stare back at the stylist.

Is he strong? Finnick's not sure. There's a lot of different types of strength, but mentally, he's felt less sure of himself lately.]
I - I can't.
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[personal profile] afirewithfashion 2013-06-04 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes you can.

[Cinna speaks the words like he doesn't doubt it at all, his voice pitched even lower.]

You can. Trust yourself.
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[personal profile] insecrets 2013-06-08 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Trust himself? Does he? Sometimes. Definitely. Not right now, no. The spectre is strong, stretched into all of his corners, using his body. He struggles, and a frown tugs at his mouth, fists clenching. Unclenching. Clenching again.

And then there's a stillness. For a moment, Finnick thinks he's won, but then he's slammed back into the corner of his mind, almost gone.

He goes after Cinna, ready to rush him, attack him, hand going for his throat.]
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[personal profile] afirewithfashion 2013-06-10 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Finnick --

[Cinna isn't stupid enough to think that he can take on a tribute, any tribute. He's not a small man, and he's strong, but he was never trained to fight, and he doesn't have much stomach for violence. Katniss has a good reason to think he's weak and useless.

But he can't just give up when he knows he saw Finnick there. Just for a second, but he's sure the man regained control. So he dodges, and does his way to stay out of Finnick's grasp.]

Please. Try.
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[personal profile] insecrets 2013-06-12 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cinna escapes his grasp, and there's an inhuman growl that starts in his chest and rumbles out. The spectre is coldblooded, but not very calculating, not really. Prey gone, he stumbles a bit before turning toward the man again as he pleads, but that's not going to work. Not right now.

Finnick realizes he should struggle, if not for his own sake, then Katniss at least. Katniss wouldn't take Finnick harming Cinna well, possession or not.

Not that it matters. It's entirely possible he'll never be free again, swallowed up by the violence that this spirit is.

His fist swings now as he closes in on Cinna again.]
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[personal profile] afirewithfashion 2013-06-13 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cinna's not fast enough, and Finnick knows how to throw a punch. As soon as it lands, Cinna can feel the pain radiating out from his jaw. He stumbles away, raising gentle fingers to check -- he's fairly sure it's just a bad bruise, nothing broken. It may not even show, under the stubble. But it hurts like hell.

(As a Capitol citizen, he should get points for not rolling on the ground screaming hysterically. Most would.)]

Finnick.

[There's a clear note of anguish, there -- he wants to help, but he also realizes that staying around will only result in further injury. The smart thing to do is run --

Leaving a friend behind to suffer.]
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[personal profile] insecrets 2013-06-17 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[There's part of Finnick that is surprised by how well Cinna takes the hit, but then again, he probably got much worse under the Capitol's hands once Snow had decided Cinna was a pawn worth sacrificing in his war games.

There's also a part that feels bad for this, because Cinna has only tried to help in his own way, since arriving. And Finnick can't even do anything in return.

So he tries, for Katniss and Johanna, and he tries for Cinna.]
Run!

[It's almost guttural, his own voice ripping through his throat. Run. Just run, Cinna. It's okay. Finnick's a survivor, and he'll find a way out.]
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[personal profile] afirewithfashion 2013-06-18 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[That's Finnick, there for a moment, and it makes this that much harder.]

Take care of yourself.

[It's almost a whisper, and then he does what Finnick says: he bolts, hating himself for it, but too afraid to stay.]