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Entry tags:
- post: npc,
- thread: tim drake,
- thread: zatanna zatara,
- † amaterasu,
- † amelia wil tesla sailune,
- † annabeth chase,
- † ariadne,
- † arthur,
- † arthur curry,
- † bruce banner,
- † castiel,
- † damian wayne,
- † dean winchester,
- † dick grayson,
- † dorian gray,
- † finnick odair,
- † garth,
- † jack frost,
- † jane shepard,
- † jason grace,
- † johanna mason,
- † kaldur'ahm,
- † king richard,
- † kon-el,
- † kyle rayner,
- † leo valdez,
- † leonardo (2012),
- † livewire,
- † lord henry wotton,
- † marian carlyle,
- † mavis dracula,
- † natasha romanoff,
- † ororo munroe,
- † percy jackson,
- † rikki barnes,
- † rose tyler,
- † steve rogers,
- † stocking anarchy,
- † tazendra,
- † tony stark (mcu),
- † una persson,
- † vanessa cleveland,
- † victor borkowski,
- † zelgadis greywords
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.
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.
Tag from Portlandia!
Famous last thoughts.
Most salvage is surrounded by chaos, but the block they happen to be on now is quiet and dark. Leo stays on high alert, and his only order for his brothers to follow suit is a wordless glance.
Then, even as they flow through the shadows with native ease, Leo hears it: a familiar tone set in an animalistic growl that stops him cold. Goosebumps prickle and a chill drafts under his shell, feet halting as if suddenly riveted even as he abruptly holds up one fist: Group stop. The vocalization bubbling up from the darkness-shrouded satellite junk evoked a glimmer of familiarity; despite fervent wishes to the contrary, a part of Leonardo insists on recognition. Without seeming to move, his posture sharpens as if graced with a whetstone.
Leo knows who that is, can identify the voice behind that rough growl as easily if it came from his own throat. He would recognize that tuning-fork hum inside his own soul, answering his dimensional twin's presence, if he was half-dead. But it's twisted; that isn't how Big Leo would utter a snarl and it's not a sound Leo himself would ever make. It's ugly with malevolence, and it feels wrong.
Already Leo's brain is in overdrive, figuring out what it will take to bring his double down. He'll use a tazer charge, and they'll need to maneuver a clear shot...
But first they need to know more - what is Big Leo's condition, what's he doing, and most importantly where is his red-masked brother - not to mention visual confirmation. Certainty aside, one growl isn't much to bank on. With a quick chop he indicates an angled path of approach, directing his brothers to the shelter of a half-fallen wall that will afford both cover and a vantage point on the locale from which the noise issued.]
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There's three of them, though; he, Leo and Mikey can take one of them, he's sure of it. They're not that much better, and even with the Donnie-shaped hole in their formation, they'll manage. They already know how to bring the things down, which is more progress than Raphael had expected without their genius brother; all they need to do is subdue him, or corner him. Get off a clean shot somehow.
Leo signals for a stop and he stops.
He slips both his sai from his belt; the hiss of metal on leather is near silent. He exchanges a look with Mikey when Leo signals for their approach before falling back into familiar formation. Leo takes point, Leo always takes point, and Raphael brings up the rear.
They're not always this practiced, this silent and efficient. It comes and goes depending on their moods, but everybody is tense and everybody here has something to prove. They're disciplined tonight, and it might be the only thing that saves their lives.
Raphael turns as soon as they make it to the wall to watch their backs, sai brandished before him like a shield. That sixth sense Splinter tries so hard to cultivate with so little success is telling him that there's danger here, and he knows, but it feels like more. Something else.]
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Stopping without a sound behind his other brothers, Mikey glances at Raph and nods, pulling his 'chucks from his belt and snapping them silently between his arms and shell. He takes a deep breath and lets it out.
He's not quite as disciplined as his brothers, always had a hard time keeping his attention focused during Splinter's lectures. He's got skill and talent on his side, but it makes it so much harder for him to stay in place and remember exactly what to do when push comes to shove, so he follows his brothers wordlessly and lets them take the lead. ]
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[But it has no patience for these games. The host's lean muscles speak of a strength wasted in the darkness; the blades on his shell carry with them an imposing burden. Leo's senses are honed for the shadows, but his body is built for war. It savors its own anger again, flowing through the host like a river of boiling poison.]
[It will not play hide and seek with filthy intruders.]
[The spectre draws up from the black shade of a crumbled pillar, stepping over dilapidated stone and into the dust-swirled pit of light offered by the night sky. The host's body is slightly worn - long, patchy burns stretch across his inner arms and down his left side, and there's slight bruising on the right side of his head, mottles of olive brown and light purple settled against green flesh. If it slows him down, there's no indication of it as Leo's head angles up towards the shadows, his teeth grit together, brow furrowed in nothing short of absolute irritation. ]
[One arm reaches up and grasps the tsuka of a katana. His body tenses, muscles coiling tightly against bone.]
This is not your place. Leave.