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deathsdoctor) wrote2011-07-05 06:20 pm
deathsdoctor) wrote2011-07-05 06:20 pm
Entry tags:
- bite me luceti,
- don’t touch the nakama,
- enter the surgeon of death,
- for my nakama,
- goddamn droids,
- goddamn malnosso,
- hope’s the cruellest thing of all,
- one piece big no,
- property destruction go!,
- shouldn’t you be dead from that?,
- supernova alert,
- the doctor needs doctoring,
- the first mallynap,
- this will not end well,
- yes he’s human – no really he is
008 [Accidental Video] PLAYER EVENT, forward dated to the evening of July 6th
[Good evening, Luceti. Good evening, Community Housing Unit Two.
How is your night going? Are you with loved ones or friends tonight? Having dinner? Working? Perhaps, just perhaps, you’re contemplating turning in early for the night. It’s peaceful, as evenings go, after all. The stars are bright, the winds soft and perfumed with the scents of the nearby forests.
And over the journal, there it is…
… the sound of glass breaking. A book falling and thudding open… a snarl.
Here we go, that same old song and dance.]
Wha--- [ka-chink] WATCH OUT, BEPO!
[It happens with brutal speed and the journal window is obscured in blinding blue flaring light and shouts and screams and panic are drowned out in the sound of crashing and the ever rising roar of destruction and tremors that crescendos with an explosion. An explosion that tears out the exterior walls of Apartment 40 and most of the roof above it upwards and outwards in a cloud of concrete and twisted metal and other debris to fall like rain below.
Michael Bay would be proud.
And then a soft voice, horrified:]
Bepo…
[The voice changes then, becomes cold and unyielding as something looms into view. It is limned with blue fire and heavily bleeding, and it wields a sword.]
… listen up and listen well, you and your masters eavesdropping, because I’m going to say this only once. No one fucks with a man’s nakama and should expect to live. You want me?
[Death beckons.]
GET OVER HERE.
[And everything is drowned out in light and fury and rips outward from the apartment, ripping and slashing through the walls to the rest of floor eight and through the floor downwards to leave gaping rifts and wreckage in its path all the way to the sixth, and the roar only rises and the building shakes again.
Then it stops.
Eerie silence reigns.]
B-bepo? [COUGH. HACK. The sounds of someone dragging themselves across the floor.] … still alive. [The voice is wavering, relieved, before steeling.] Still alive.
[Bloody tattooed fingers pull the book closer, and something drips on the pages, and the man makes another wet, hacking sound.]
That can’t be…
… all of them…
[ And through that crimson veil, NOW you see it, in amidst all the wreckage and blood splattered everywhere, the remains of droids. The undefeated droids. Now empty eyed and shattered and reduced to no more than useless pieces. They don’t even twitch… just spark. Impossible, isn’t it? But long moments pass and yet…
No more come.
Look. The impossible is impossible no more.]
((OOC: For the sake of keeping the timeline somewhat together, I ask that there’s no multiple people arriving first at the scene in the action threads. I will be providing scene descriptors as necessary. The droids will be returning in one hour, wherever Law and the rest of the characters may be, and they cannot be stopped and they will do anything and everything to stop your character from halting them from catching their prize. I’ll be keeping a countdown of time left until they swarm like the zombies of The Night of The Living Dead. Please threadjack all over the place here.
As a bonus, here’s the music that would have cued up in the middle of the attack.))
How is your night going? Are you with loved ones or friends tonight? Having dinner? Working? Perhaps, just perhaps, you’re contemplating turning in early for the night. It’s peaceful, as evenings go, after all. The stars are bright, the winds soft and perfumed with the scents of the nearby forests.
And over the journal, there it is…
… the sound of glass breaking. A book falling and thudding open… a snarl.
Here we go, that same old song and dance.]
Wha--- [ka-chink] WATCH OUT, BEPO!
[It happens with brutal speed and the journal window is obscured in blinding blue flaring light and shouts and screams and panic are drowned out in the sound of crashing and the ever rising roar of destruction and tremors that crescendos with an explosion. An explosion that tears out the exterior walls of Apartment 40 and most of the roof above it upwards and outwards in a cloud of concrete and twisted metal and other debris to fall like rain below.
Michael Bay would be proud.
And then a soft voice, horrified:]
Bepo…
[The voice changes then, becomes cold and unyielding as something looms into view. It is limned with blue fire and heavily bleeding, and it wields a sword.]
… listen up and listen well, you and your masters eavesdropping, because I’m going to say this only once. No one fucks with a man’s nakama and should expect to live. You want me?
[Death beckons.]
GET OVER HERE.
[And everything is drowned out in light and fury and rips outward from the apartment, ripping and slashing through the walls to the rest of floor eight and through the floor downwards to leave gaping rifts and wreckage in its path all the way to the sixth, and the roar only rises and the building shakes again.
Then it stops.
Eerie silence reigns.]
B-bepo? [COUGH. HACK. The sounds of someone dragging themselves across the floor.] … still alive. [The voice is wavering, relieved, before steeling.] Still alive.
[Bloody tattooed fingers pull the book closer, and something drips on the pages, and the man makes another wet, hacking sound.]
That can’t be…
… all of them…
[ And through that crimson veil, NOW you see it, in amidst all the wreckage and blood splattered everywhere, the remains of droids. The undefeated droids. Now empty eyed and shattered and reduced to no more than useless pieces. They don’t even twitch… just spark. Impossible, isn’t it? But long moments pass and yet…
No more come.
Look. The impossible is impossible no more.]
((OOC: For the sake of keeping the timeline somewhat together, I ask that there’s no multiple people arriving first at the scene in the action threads. I will be providing scene descriptors as necessary. The droids will be returning in one hour, wherever Law and the rest of the characters may be, and they cannot be stopped and they will do anything and everything to stop your character from halting them from catching their prize. I’ll be keeping a countdown of time left until they swarm like the zombies of The Night of The Living Dead. Please threadjack all over the place here.
As a bonus, here’s the music that would have cued up in the middle of the attack.))
[Voice]
After a few seconds of hesitation, trying to make of what had just happened, the Chief Petty Officer focuses back on what they had now.]
This is SPARTAN-023. Mind if I come over?
[They're going to need those pieces. They could reverse-enginner those parts... Every bit of power they had could be useful. Tech beyond the residents or not, it was worth trying.]
[Voice]
Quite frankly, he doesn't like this. At all. Pirates are territorial creatures by nature, and he's already had his home brutally invaded, his nakama knocked unconcious, and been personally injured severely. His instincts are on edge and he knows another fight is incoming. A fight he's likely to lose.
He does. Not. Like. This.
But as much as he doesn't like it, this, as with so many other decisions tonight, is a necessary thing. It doesn't end with this and this is a chance to strike back... maybe not now, but in the future. A Captain's own personal feelings should not interfere with the objective. And if nothing else, Trafalgar Law is a practical man with an eye on the long term.
So... this must be. Even if it causes cost to himself later.]
Sure.
Two. Top level.
[Action]
[With that done, Daisy grabs her pistol, her knife, a little medical gear, and a bag. Then runs towards the location in question, but having seen the footage does little justice to what she sees once she sees the Second Community Housing.
The unarmored Spartan scans the area... And the damage the building took. She tries to find threats, seeing only on the lower areas the ones that survived the onslaught. One of them a bearded man that had the looks of a civilian.
The looks, SPARTAN-023 reminded herself.
The tall woman recovers from her brief shock, and nods.]
Sir. [She eyes the higher parts of the building... Then the wounded.] Will they need treatment?
[Her quest to get and research Malnosso tech could have to wait. There are wounded.]
[Action]
Actually, judging by those wounds of his -- should he even be alive? A man with that amount of cuts and bruises should be passed out from the bloodloss at least (you'll find a nice bloodtrail leading up, and plenty of his blood staining the carpet and splashed around what's left of the room with the droids). He is still concious and responsive though, and by the way he grips his sheathed sword, not quite out of strength yet.
They call men like him monsters back on his world for a good reason.
Oh no, Daisy, he is not a civ. But you may recognise the voice. His is the one of the doctor who organized the response after Mu's rampage and asked for help over the journals.]
I think we'll live.
[Action]
Law.
[She mutters to herself. Then turns back to her duty.
The woman is not fazed by the sight of blood. She had been borne witness to more gruesome deaths. But the man's Spartan levels of durability show that he is not a civilian by a long shot.]
You're injured, sir.
[She understates. Her empty bag is held on to higher on her shoulders, and her hand hovers over the first aid resources she carried.
In a way, he's still a superior officer -in medical matters, on what was concerned-, and it'd be his orders whenever if she stood and helped... Or if she went on to loot the remains of the encounter.]
[Action]
[He shifts a little.]
Katara has me. I'll be fine. This is not enough to kill me.
[Frighteningly enough, he's telling the truth and not sugarcoating any of it. The stronger you get in One Piece, the greater the act of God, or Admiral as the case may be, that is required to snuff you out.]
Right now you need to grab what you can from my apartment. Before they come back and remove any evidence.
[Action]
The Chief knows a pyrrhic victory when she sees it. Things would turn ugly with this incident. She had just recovered from her injuries from her encounter with Mu-12, so facing the droids without armor, and without supernatural abilities...
A part of her does not want to find out. She suppresses the memories of her kidnappings. All she knows is that the remains could be studied. Reverse-engineered
After the Spartan rises the stairs with caution trained into her, she arrives at the apartment. She ignores the disaster, and quickly grabs the mechanized remains to stuff them in her bag. There is a sense of hurry. For enemies like the droids, this was too easy. Confidence led to ambushes. Ambushes led to deaths.]
[Action]
The rest is rubble. Scant traces of this being a home and refuge for the two pirates that dwelt here, there are now only echoes left of that here. A shogi board and pieces laying strewn across the floor. A piece of black cloth on one wall - shredded. It might have been a flag at one point - who can say? And curiously enough, looking untouched in the middle of the chaos, a goldfish bowl with a very terrified looking fish peering out with great bulbous eyes.
Be careful where you step, Daisy. The floor might be unstable; rifts in the ground open wide to peer down to lower floors. They look to be caused by sword slashes - massively powered sword slashes. Law did have a sword. But some of the other damage looks outright unnatural, as if some strange supernatural force had its way up here.
But Luceti is home to strange things. And strange people.
And that sighing throught the apartment? Is just the wind.]
[Action]
But not to all.
Daisy-023 does not trust the area. It had taken far too much damage, and even outside her armor, the floor looked as if it could collapse at any second. Law had good reasons to abandon this building.
A sigh. She removes the lock of her pistol.
The woman looks around the area. Then walks back towards the stairs with the remains she carried in her back.
Why did she still feel danger in this place?]
[Action] 40 min mark
Just... the type of silence that had turned suddenly, inexplicably watchful.
But there's no one there. Just no one.
And nothing moves, except the swaying bits of debris in the wind.
The top floor is empty.
But, do you feel that slight prickle at the back of your neck? Where your barcode is?
Are things going to stay peaceful?]
[Action]
She knows this feeling. Kurt had once told her of this. The feeling of something watching her, beyond what improved eyes and ears could ever feel. Instincts dictate her to fight and kill, or shoot and never look back; but with no known presence around the area, all the Chief wants is to leave the building ASAP, and unusually so, avoid combat. She runs down the stairs with an unusual rush.
She needs to get to Law. She needs to get to anyone. Someone's following her.
If she comes out of the building, the rest would note that apart from the droids she carried on her back, her position had shifted into that of a soldier at the ready. Daisy-023 will try not to show it, and will try diverting that emotion into a drive to continue her objectives.
She is afraid.]
[Action]
Perfect for hiding in.
Law blinks and instantly becomes wary at the sounds he hears approaching. Not droids... he is becoming to know those footsteps by heart, but he knows what fear sounds like. He's caused enough in Marine soldiers to know the difference in beat from a normal rush.
But he can't detect any presences. That doesn't mean there aren't none however.]
Miss Daisy?
[He, at least, looks better than he was. Small favours, small favours.]
[Action]
[When spoken by Kurt, these three words alone were enough to make a SPARTAN-II team turn cautious. The fact she is not the one supposed to have these feelings unnerves her further.]
Someone's following.
[She sounds neutral, but it is fear diverted into a drive to fight; a fight against something she cannot see. And now the shadows... Luceti had taken away some of her eyesight, but she knew shadows wouldn't be the way they were in that area.]
[Action]
Can you tell from where?
[Everyone's expecting the droids to make a return sooner or later. Are they coming now?]
[Action]
[A pause. She remembers John and CPO Mendez hated when their men did not give out all information. As frivolous as they could initially sound.]
I felt something in my neck.
[Action]
The barcode. [It's not a question. He felt it too.] We better expect company soon then. They're taking note of who's present, I wager.
[Action]
But she doesn't like the thought of leaving someone to his luck. Even if they were odds they would simply not be able to win. Spartans were attracted to impossible fights like moths to the fire.]
...
Any plans, sir?
[The Spartan's expression hardens, and her hold over the bag of parts increases. They could come for them as well. If they come for them, Daisy doesn't know how much could she gleam for less than an hour.]
[Action]
Those parts will probably be a secondary objective... [And now he considers... what would be best, her going off on her own and hopefully evading the droids for a while, or staying here, where there's safety in numbers. Both plans have their flaws.
... wait. Marco the Phoenix is here. Marco flies. And Marco?
Marco is a hundred times stronger than Law himself.]
But there is a way to possibly keep the the droids off you for a time.
[Action]
To hell with it. They were not the toys of the Malnosso. She was not their toy. They fought against a juggernaut that seeked humanity's extinction. A Spartan fought against anything. Impossible or no, they had to resist. To leave a message.]
I don't know for how long could I get to study the droids, but I think I could record things with my helmet. Off the journal network. [Even seeing what were the droids like on the inside could let her know later what were they dealing with.]
Maybe a quick study, and then return to the postion. What were you thinking of, Mr. Law?
[Action]
I'd like you to meet Mister Marco. He could get you to your equipment faster than anyone else present. And he'd be able to buy you time if the droids attack. He's the strongest of us here.
[Action]
Yo.
[Okay, so he doesn't look like much. In fact, he looks like a freaking scruffy pineapple on the body on a lazy tattooed pirate. All that would be correct. However... he's also a phoenix. The flames won't damage anyone ever, they'll just heal and maybe feel mildly ticklish if you're sensitive like that, but he can kick and he's fought magma, ice, and a being made of light all on the same day. Did someone call for avoiding and possibly even trolling things? That he can do.]
Is there anyway you can do all that studying in mid-air?
[Action]
Don't think so, sir.
[At least not outside Zero G-Ops or in the back of a Pelican. Things would fall off the sky and she doesn't believe she can levitate.]
It'd take too long to get into my armor, even with people helping. [She usually gets on her armor with half an hour of anticipation. Maximum.] But if I got the helmet and tools to pry these droids apart, maybe I could glean something.
[Action]
How heavy is your armor?
[Action]
[Daisy holds on to his body, leaning down somewhat to compensate for the height.]
Have the droids ever catched someone that flies, or teleports?
[Action]
[Action] 50-55 min mark
[Action] 50-55 min mark
[Action] 50-55 min mark