deathsdoctor | 008 [Accidental Video] PLAYER EVENT, forward dated to the evening of July 6th

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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.))

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[This is a surprise.

Usually the bots come so quickly and work so efficiently that their targets have no ability to escape. But here, Law seems to have been able to hold many of them off. Granted, it doesn't appear to have been any easy task.

Kunai appear in Itachi's hands as he makes his way onto the scene, Sharingan activated.]

Law. [Abrupt, no honorific.]

Give me direction.

[Katara watches this whole thing, very very still. And when it ends and he's still there but he's hurt and he's still there she doesn't waste any time.

If he can hear the journal he'll hear her say "I'm coming," and she's not waiting to hear back. Instead she's taking the shortcut, which is the river, and bending her way up towards his community building, from which point she runs, to the building, up the stairs, alert and focused.

Katara notices the small details - like the fact that half the building is gone - and the scattered bits of metal, and the smell of smoke - and it doesn't stop her. She takes the stairs two at a time, running towards Trafalgar and Bepo's apartment.

What will she find there?]

[For a surprising length of time all she can do is stare at this. This destruction. And someone's been injured, hasn't he?

Which is, in the end, what makes her say something]

Is...is anyone still there?

[and maybe, hopefully, whoever it was that spoke will still be able to hear her.]

[Spartans had been trained with the purpose of doing the impossible, and finding weaknesses in their enemies, but this act

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.]

LAW!? OI, LAW ARE YOU ALRIGHT!? WHAT HA--!

[Are those... are those ANDROIDS on the ground? There's no way... no way he could've...]

Are those-- [The Malnosso's robots? Aren't they supposed to be unbeatable?] Hey! You're okay right? Did they attack you?

[Argh, wait dumb question. He managed to do a quick glance around the entry and sees you've talked to a few people at least.] Do you need medical attention? If anything is broken I know some healing magic. [Actually healing magic might not be the best thing for broken bones now that he thinks about it.]

Now there's a familiar speech. [Spoken so blase.]

You're the rookie with the submarine, ne?

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One hour mark - and things turn bad to worse