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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.))
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And Marco would be in danger if she takes any longer.
The voice of her humanity resonates. Team goes above everything.
SPARTAN-023 stands up, sees the masses of droids piled strategically around the village. Her entire body moving swiftly like a trebuchet, she launches the artifact a long distance towards the forest.]
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... by now, Law has been bagged. There is smoke rising in the distance.
... if not, well, the attack starts now...
With all the shock of being dumped in the ocean. Oh don't worry, if you fall, you'll be caught. And once they have you...]
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[Mumbles slightly and he's grateful the tiniest hint of pink won't show up through the blue. He swerves off the other direction from which she threw the head to take her down somewhere safe to land.] Sorry I couldn't buy you more time, eh.
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Her eyes slowly return to normal.
Daisy-023 wants to drop on her knees to recover her breath and her heartbeat, but she continues to stand. Even her hands barely shake. She holds Marco with a weakened grip as she is sent down along with her helmet and tools.]
... Don't mention it. [Looking at Marco.] I would've got us both hurt if I had kept going.
[That, and she was dealing with unknown technology. If it was shifting technology as she assumed, she didn't know what would happen had she tinkered its' insides as the droids hunted them.
And Daisy hates the thought of people getting hurt again because of her.
The Chief turns her head. Where Law's house was, there was now smoke rising.]
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Find anything useful? [Slowly lands down in front of her apartment building after keeping a look out to make sure all the droids were leaving.]
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She turns back to Marco, trying to focus on the matter at hand.]
I recorded all I saw. It's not standard Earth tech what the Malnosso work with. It's a lot of power. Very advanced stuff. Like watching hyeroglyphs without a Rosetta stone.
[Her head turns back to the forest.]
I bet it's shifting technology.
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Shifting... that's the experiments?
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Shifting could have countless uses in a lot of fields. Maybe they rely on alternate laws of reality. [A shrug.] It's just a thought.
[Her white wings contract with a thought.]
Law...
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[Quietly grunts and lightly nudges.] He'll be all right.
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I hope so.
[Her mind turns back to the task.]
It isn't much. But all I recorded... it's something.
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[Marco isn't nice to "rookies" generally. They tend to have inflated ideas of their capacity and then suffer greatly in the New World, but he already respected Law for joining in the Marineford fight when it wasn't his to have to stick his neck out in, and a little more for his loyalty to nakama. He wasn't sure what the Malnosso would do, but for a rookie, if he couldn't survive things like that, he'd never survive the New World. Nevertheless, it all seemed better to keep her mind off it for now. Nothing more they could do here, and might as well put Law's intentions to use.]
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[Something even Daisy knows they won't get the chance soon enough.]
Probably something to post on the locked network.
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...Classified information.
[Military terms.]
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You'll know when you see it. Linking it through the journals can warn the Malnosso. But I know who to talk to, to put this up.
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All right, I'll make sure to read it, when you have it going, eh?
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[She holds the helmet. It wasn't much information what they got, but for the following days... ]
... Watch for Law.
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It's too early in his career for him to lose yet.