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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.))
[Video]
[He's still hopped up on enough adrenaline to kill a small elephant. Hard to tell, beyond body lacerated to hell and bleeding heavily.]
Yeah. Some people are coming to see to me.
[Oi. What a night. What a night.
He may have to move when this is all over.]
[Video]
[Argh how does he even approach this. Uuuh. Crap. He can't just ask can he look at the Malnosso bots he destroyed. With a quick glance at the other replies here he says he's in two. So it's either Community Housing Building 2 or House #2. Okay. He can manage that. He's going to go with the Community Building first though. From the video it looks like it's an apartment.]
[Video --> Action at 45 min mark]
[It might take some time to get over to CH2, though where the fight took place is easy enough to see. The top floor is partially blasted out and the lower floors look like they've taken quite a bit of damage as well.
Could one man do all that? Well, Bruce, you know quite well about destructive power hidden within, so it's certainly possible. Tread carefully going up though... the floors may be unstable.
Someone has already been up here when you arrive and removed the parts of droids in obvious view. But that's alright, it only means you will have to look a little harder.
There. Under the rubble. Is that a mechanical hand? Yes it is.
And if you should feel a little tickle in the back of your neck, don't worry. It's just a tickle. It doesn't mean anything at all.]
[Action]
It was enough that this man simply survived an attack, but to still be up and moving was nothing short of a miracle. He made sure he tread carefully up the floors he climbed to Law's room. This kind of destruction... he was used to it. In a way. With all the damage the Hulk causes seeing all of this wasn't completely out of the ordinary for him. But still who WAS this guy?
As soon as he spots the hand he runs over to get a better look at it. So this was one of those infamous robots huh? If he could just bring this back with him, the possibilities, and the new theories he could form would be phenomenal. He would be one step closer to figuring out this place. He'll just... swat at the tickle. Thinking it's a bug or something.]
[Action]
But at least it is silent. So quiet. And still. Nothing moving about except you, Bruce. Except the goldfish in the fishbowl that miraculously survived what went on up here.
It's good for thinking.
Who was that guy? Who knows. You're standing in the rubble of his home, and his life for the last seven months. There are scant clues all around - a shogi board and pieces scattered about, a shredded flag on the wall. But not enough to give a measure of a man.
It is getting darker. It is already black, being the middle of the night, but the shadows are lengthening and the stars, so coldly bright, seem to dim.
Hurry, Bruce. Before all the light flees.]
[Action]
He stayed there for a moment lost in his thoughts until he realized how dark it was getting. Although he probably could've taken his time, he wasn't sure he really wanted to be at the place the Malnosso's robots were defeated for too long. So he started digging the robot's arm out. Come on come on. He needs this thing. It'd open so many unexplained doors.]
[Action] Going all the way to the hour mark
Digging will reveal a torso connected to that arm, and then another arm and legs. The head has been severed clean off (it's lying beside the torso), and the chest itself has been ripped open diagonally in one great slash. It's hard work, but ultimately it reveals such a prize.
Bet you didn't feel another prickle in your neck while you were so hard at work, did you?
It's still unnaturally quiet. The hush is eerie even.
Better get out of there with it, Bruce.
Though... look.
In the dark. Those lights.
Like eyes. Peering. Many, many eyes.
Too late, Bruce. Too late.]