![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
- *mission log,
- addison parker [original],
- angel [borderlands],
- aoba seragaki [dramatical murder],
- bellamy blake [the 100],
- clint barton [mcu],
- ilde vilmaine [original],
- kylo ren [star wars],
- lexa [the 100],
- nathaniel horn [original],
- nirad,
- rhys [borderlands],
- sam alexander [marvel 616],
- sam wilson [mcu],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- the darkling [grisha trilogy]
EMPTY CHAIRS AT EMPTY TABLES
CHARACTERS: All
WHERE: Concordia - VEN DIAGRAMS HQ + BOUT IT OUT PARLOR + BEARINGS APARTMENT BLOCK
WHEN: Late Day :022 + Early Day :023
SUMMARY: The results of all your hard work - for better or worse. One win, one draw, one loss. Anakin Skywalker bites the big one.
WARNINGS: Violence, non-graphic character death.
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY. Unfortunately, that’s not about to change any time soon. In the late hours of the evening, two things are happening: the final round of the Bout It Out expose between Kun-Kun and The Darkling is spooling up; meanwhile, the infiltration team at Ven Diagrams is working to retrieve information on H+H1 from the company’s security drive. Unfortunately, neither is going to reach the natural conclusion.
At the REGAL STREET GAMING PARLOR, emotions are running high. After a long day of simulation violence and the reveal of Kun-Kun’s new automaton fighting avatar, the crowd has been stoked to a few pitch. The music’s loud but the crowd is louder: cheering and booing, shouting for every landed or evaded strike. There’s an electric pulse of excitement in the air-- and then there’s a very literal one as an electromagnetic pulse rocks the Regal Street Parlor. The Bout It Out ring shorts and the entire parlor is pitched into total, window-less darkness. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for the crowd’s excitement to melt into panic. Pushing, shoving, shouting - a piercing shriek as one of Kun-Kun’s representatives is stabbed. The nearby hosts (Lexa, Sam Alexander, and anyone in their faux attachment) should be able to help Kun-Kun and his reps to safety, but the crush of the crowd tangles up everyone else. When a rudimentary bomb goes off in the center of the parlor, it catches plenty of people in the crossfire.
There’s a white hot flash. A pulse of heat. A sizzle of agony. It’s a pain that guts, that persists long after the flash of the bomb and extends all the way to the infiltration team at Ven Diagrams. It’s like a limb badly severed. Anakin Skywalker is killed by the blast and every host knows it before they’re aware of anything else.
Unluckily for the infiltration team, they won’t have much time to recover. News of the bombing hits Extraspace in a matter of seconds, which triggers Ven Diagrams - paranoid from the recent attack on their own properties - to lock down their headquarters. All systems are tightened and security clamps down before the infiltration team can access the private servers. If you’re somewhere you’re not supposed to be, now’s the time to get the hell out of dodge.
Retreat, regroup. Upon returning to the Bearings apartment block, the hosts will find that two of their previously comatose friends have woken up: Hux and Aoba Seragaki will probably need to be briefed on the current situation.
((OOC NOTES: Here it is, your wrapup log for the event! You may have noticed that the Hosts didn’t succeed at the Ven Diagrams infiltration. We thought this was a better way than asking everyone to handwave a huge amount of plot or simply having the NPCs get the evidence. Don’t worry though - there will be other mysteries to unravel soon. Very soon, in fact.
There will be an NPC top-level for the escape with Kun-Kun, but otherwise you’re free to make your own top levels! If you have any questions please feel free to ask them in the event OOC post.
Thanks everyone!))
WHERE: Concordia - VEN DIAGRAMS HQ + BOUT IT OUT PARLOR + BEARINGS APARTMENT BLOCK
WHEN: Late Day :022 + Early Day :023
SUMMARY: The results of all your hard work - for better or worse. One win, one draw, one loss. Anakin Skywalker bites the big one.
WARNINGS: Violence, non-graphic character death.
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY. Unfortunately, that’s not about to change any time soon. In the late hours of the evening, two things are happening: the final round of the Bout It Out expose between Kun-Kun and The Darkling is spooling up; meanwhile, the infiltration team at Ven Diagrams is working to retrieve information on H+H1 from the company’s security drive. Unfortunately, neither is going to reach the natural conclusion.
At the REGAL STREET GAMING PARLOR, emotions are running high. After a long day of simulation violence and the reveal of Kun-Kun’s new automaton fighting avatar, the crowd has been stoked to a few pitch. The music’s loud but the crowd is louder: cheering and booing, shouting for every landed or evaded strike. There’s an electric pulse of excitement in the air-- and then there’s a very literal one as an electromagnetic pulse rocks the Regal Street Parlor. The Bout It Out ring shorts and the entire parlor is pitched into total, window-less darkness. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for the crowd’s excitement to melt into panic. Pushing, shoving, shouting - a piercing shriek as one of Kun-Kun’s representatives is stabbed. The nearby hosts (Lexa, Sam Alexander, and anyone in their faux attachment) should be able to help Kun-Kun and his reps to safety, but the crush of the crowd tangles up everyone else. When a rudimentary bomb goes off in the center of the parlor, it catches plenty of people in the crossfire.
There’s a white hot flash. A pulse of heat. A sizzle of agony. It’s a pain that guts, that persists long after the flash of the bomb and extends all the way to the infiltration team at Ven Diagrams. It’s like a limb badly severed. Anakin Skywalker is killed by the blast and every host knows it before they’re aware of anything else.
Unluckily for the infiltration team, they won’t have much time to recover. News of the bombing hits Extraspace in a matter of seconds, which triggers Ven Diagrams - paranoid from the recent attack on their own properties - to lock down their headquarters. All systems are tightened and security clamps down before the infiltration team can access the private servers. If you’re somewhere you’re not supposed to be, now’s the time to get the hell out of dodge.
Retreat, regroup. Upon returning to the Bearings apartment block, the hosts will find that two of their previously comatose friends have woken up: Hux and Aoba Seragaki will probably need to be briefed on the current situation.
I. THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS
In the Regal Street Gaming Parlor, a pulse flashes. Electronics sizzle. A fight reaching rhythm is shattered and darkness consumes the parlor in its entirety. There’s something like a collective inhale - and then the panic sets in. Screaming. Pushing. Elbows in the dark and a wave of bodies forcing their way toward wherever they think the exit is. Parlors like this one are supposed to be shielded from this kind of problem, but today that doesn’t matter. In just a few short moments of panic, a bomb - basic compared to the one that blew out the Ven Diagram warehouse only days ago - goes off.
There’s a buzz. An electrical hiss. In the wake of the explosion - in the wake of the agony of Anakin’s death -, the parlor’s fire systems go off flooding the upper and lower levels, the spectator balconies with flame retardant powder and coolant. The emergency lighting kicks on, throwing the carnage into stark fluorescent light. The probable intended victim has escaped, along with his entourage, but there are plenty of wounded - groans and weeping permeate the chemical stale air. In addition to Anakin, three people have been killed and two androids have been rendered into scrap by the explosion. Countless others could use help; maybe even a few other hosts have been wounded by the blast.
II. MEANWHILE...
If you’re part of the infiltration team, you’ve officially overstayed your welcome. Security tightens to a chokehold; if you’re somewhere you shouldn’t be, it’s time to leave. An alarm blares through the development laboratories. The building is evacuated and then sealed throughout. The powerlifts cease operation. All networked systems go offline.
III. FROM THE JAWS OF DEFEAT
Back at the parlor, the evacuation continues. The parlor is half-collapsed, there are injured to tend to and local authorities to deal with. In a matter of minutes, the the parlor is swarmed by public security and medical personnel. If you’re able bodied, you’re welcome to assist with rescue efforts - or try to find a lead on who could’ve been responsible for this. Some evidence, some sign - anything to make this worth it. During this time those with Kun Adetokunbo will have the chance to make their case.
It’s a long, protracted clean up and triage; it’s absolutely possible that some of the infiltration team members might make it to the site of the explosion to assist or care for their friends.
IV. WE TEND OUR WOUNDED, WE COUNT OUR DEAD
In the early hours of the morning on Day 023, the hosts limp back to Bearings. Maybe it should be achingly quiet, but it’s not - there’s a murmur of activity in the mental air as Hux and Aoba muddle out of their way from out of their comas. From here, it’s up to to the hosts to recover, to discuss how they want to proceed, and come up with a way to recover from this setback - and from Anakin’s death.
((OOC NOTES: Here it is, your wrapup log for the event! You may have noticed that the Hosts didn’t succeed at the Ven Diagrams infiltration. We thought this was a better way than asking everyone to handwave a huge amount of plot or simply having the NPCs get the evidence. Don’t worry though - there will be other mysteries to unravel soon. Very soon, in fact.
There will be an NPC top-level for the escape with Kun-Kun, but otherwise you’re free to make your own top levels! If you have any questions please feel free to ask them in the event OOC post.
Thanks everyone!))
( ii. - b )
That's fine. They aren't important to her either. She has always taken matters into her own hands, she isn't stopping now and if she wants answers, this is as good of a starting point as any.
Getting inside the building undetected was not easy, but it was not unfamiliar. If anything, it is the most familiar thing she has done in this place. What isn't is the feeling that spreads over her when something goes wrong and it's weird an disgusting and it's not hers and she wants to peel it off of her. Focus, very hard, on getting it off her head. Blocking out everything. This extension is not part of her. This is not her.
It takes her a while to get used to it, trying to focus on other things. It doesn't help there's some idiot shouting in her head and it's an added effort to keep it out.
Maybe this combination of too many things in her brain is what makes the tackle so surprising. Which is only another reason to absolutely hate this whole thing, can't focus, someone always barging in, and so she will keep trying to push it all away, put up walls, block off everyone.
Parker grunts as she hits the floor, ready to stab her knife in the holster of her leg under the ribs of her attacker, but stops when she recognises the young woman on top of her. It annoys her more when there's her voice in her head, now louder, and she grits her teeth under her hand. It's very unkind, the way she tries to shove her out, even worse what she does actually physically shove her off of her. Lifts her hips up, using the momentum to roll them to the side and ending on top of her, pushing her down on the floor. Teeth gritted, face too close for comfort.
Don't tell her what to do. ]
Get the fuck out of my head.
[ And she doesn't let her say anything else as she pushes herself off to her feet and slams herself against the wall as the footsteps become quicker, Who's there! as the guard appears around the corner, gun pointed at Angel on the floor. But before he can do anything, Parker slides up behind him, quick and vicious, pulling his head back and an arm around his throat, crushing it under her arm. He gags, trying to claw at her face, but she keeps distant from him until he finally stops and passes out. She drops him on the floor and he falls limp and useless.
Parker crouches to pick up his rifle, swinging it over her shoulder. Glaring at her as she does. ]
Are you going to stay there like an idiot?
no subject
Then it turns in her stomach. He'd seen her - the cameras obscured their forms but he'd actually seen her and that was -
She swallows, turns herself away as Parker springs up behind him, arms over her head, body tucked in small in case a stray bullet went off. But when it doesn't happen, she looks up to see her crushing his throat enough to knock him out and his body slumps heavy with a thud to the ground and Angel only takes the next second to look up at her in disbelief. Swallows, trying to recalculate as quick as she could. A exhale after, thick and heavy and the air feels like it's sizzling with the adrenalin and she finally staggers to her feet. An uneasy process, rolling over onto one knee, hand against the knees.
She's shaking still, her heart is beating too fast, her head is swimming and she has only details and she doesn't have the strength in her voice but there's a challenging look on her face. Steps around her then as steady as she can and pushes the door shut behind them, and presses herself back against the wall. ]
Well? Are you going to finish it? Now that you're finishing compromising me for the sake of your pride.
no subject
Rolling her eyes slightly, like this was a mere annoyance, she takes a step towards the door to leave, but gets interrupted halfway when Angel speaks up. She stops, straightening her back without looking at her, and then slowly turns to look at her in disbelief. ]
What? [ Incredulous, if annoyed, look on her face as she pushes down the hood from her face, hand dragging her hair back slightly. ] Are you insane? We just need to get out of here.
no subject
No, I am thinking about what will happen when he wakes up and tells people that he saw me. Which if you thought about anyone else but yourself you might have realised what I was trying to do. No one is supposed to know we're here. But that's gone now, isn't it?
[ She won't risk it, she won't risk the hive. All it takes is someone to not be stupid, to start asking questions about why she doesn't show up properly on camera and it could risk everything - their IDs did the job so far as they had to but she wasn't sure how far that would take them. ]
So, are you going to finish it?
no subject
So Parker slowly steps between Angel and the guy, clenching her jaw as she keeps her eyes on her. ]
What's wrong with you? [ Other than she's willingly part of this hive people, that is. ] No, I'm not, and neither are you. So get moving. [ She points to the door, shoulders tense. These people are way too willing to kill for a cause they don't even know what it is. ]
no subject
She breaths out, forcing herself calm again where the agitation sits in her skin. ]
Fine, if you insist. But help me move him out of sight. It should buy us some more time before we're detected.
no subject
Her eyes darts side to side as she stares at Angel, trying to read her face. A moment of hesitation, before she sneers some sort of agreement. If that gets her moving, she will do it.
She bends down to slip her arms under the guard's, surprisingly stronger than what she looks like as she starts to drag him over. ]
no subject
But first - she stills, jerking her head to the side as if she's heard something. ]
Can you go and see? I think I heard something.
no subject
It's then, she notices the slight glow in her hand and nearly drops the guy. She doesn't, but she does slowly straighten up, eyes narrowing at it. Of course. Figures the people high up on their own shit are also those that are used to have powers. Of course.
She makes a disgusted face at Angel before stepping around her. Gives her a look and frowns. Didn't hear anything. ]
What, can't check it yourself? [ She asks, giving her a up and down look but regardless heading to the door to take a look. Parker knows how to be sneaky. When there isn't someone shouting in her mind. ]
no subject
Nothing, nothing, nothing. As soon as Parker's back is turned and she's heading for the door, Angel leans forward, her marked hand going to the man's chest. Has to pass through, that was the key, to cause it to spasm, and she concentrates, glowing brightly again, and she draws the electricity out of metal plates in her mind, down through herself, into her fingers. Lines her fingers up, thumb below and fingers above. Arches her fingers up and she sends the electricity in the loops she creates within the sphere of her fingers. Shoves it through hard and feels the spasm where she's set so close, the jerk of the body, the way his mouth goes slack and then his whole body passes out -- and then away completely. It's gone in a matter of seconds. One last twitch of life and she forces her breath even - never been so close before, killed plenty, but it's something to feel it so close.
Breathes in, out, her hands are shaking, her mind is on the edge of the scientists scream before and she allows herself on second of almost guilt. Then he's gone, and her head turns back to Parker as she begins shoving his legs underneath the desk of the forgotten storage room they're in and straightens up. Smoothing her hands out flat against her pants, like she was doing no more than straightening herself up. ]
Anything?
no subject
She would not be happy.
Parker doesn't even spare her a glance as she opens the rest of the door, only enough for them to sneak out. Following the line of the wall, stops abruptly when a bunch of guards turn the corner. Shit. She turns around and gives Angel a shove, gesturin for her to hurry the hell up to the opposite direction. ]
cw: a dead guy in this thread
A brief jerk of her head that indicates this way. ]
whose fault is that
Parker pulls her hand back quickly after Angel tugs her sleeve. No talking, no touching. What a delight of a person. She glares at her and makes a sharp, brusque gesture with her hand, palm flat, pointing to the direction she's sending them to. Fine. After you. Be a meatshield. ]
picks at nails innocently
no subject
The only thing to do is focus on getting out and ditching her aa soon as they are out of harm's way.
Parker keeps low, eyes flickering up to the clear fire exit sign. Wouldn't be her first option, but at least it's the right direction. She pulls the rifle around her better, letting it rest against her back. When she walks, she is fast - telltale sign that this isn't new to her. Leans against the wall and keeps an ear on it. Waits, patient, holding a hand up to Angel. Two beats, and she motions for her to come to her, moving across towards the fire exit. ]
no subject
cooldown in 5, 4, 3, 2, -)But she darts when prompted, new to it but she'd be an idiot of she didn't pick up on the hundreds of things she'd watched over the years observing a hellscape of a planet. Atlas, Dahl, Hyperion, some things were universal - quite literally.
Handy, but not perfect, not quite as fast as she needs to be yet. Almost made it, when she hears the call - Hey! Whose that? Stop! and - ] Fuck, run.
[ Nothing for it now. Wishes she had a gun, beginning to understand why they kept them so tightly on Pandora. ]
no subject
It should be an easy exit. She would have made it without incidents (at least, that would be her assertion). Slip out of a window, use the cityscape as a playground, from rooftop to rooftop, until she had enough distance to walk down the road like it had nothing to be with her. But nothing can ever be easy.
Parker grits her teeth, mumbling something rather unkind that's impossible to hear, and stops for a second, letting her take the lead. She does have the gun, so she has to provide cover, so she takes the risk and stays behind until the guards turn the corner. Just as they do, bullets start flying. Parker hisses as they graze by her leg, but the chance proves to be useful as she aims for the lights of the ceiling, dislodging them with a loud cranking sound. They break off, glass shattering and showering down on them, and then the structure collapses on top of them. Should give them a small amount of time more for them to reach the fire exit.
She's right by Angel's side then, fast on her feet - human as she might be, she runs every day, habit from her days on the tracking team and a good stress reliever for her. Gives her a little shove to get her faster, glancing behind her back. ]
no subject
Even then - there's something familiar to it. She knows what to be like, to swallow her panic with a task at hand. Slams into the door and reaches for the handle in the same breath, jerking at it hard as she tries to get it open but - ]
Shit, shit - [ Drops down then, and she's glowing again and it's going to give away their position in the dark, where her eyes go bright, bright, bright and the markings flare white and clean - ] - cover me until I get this done.
[ Closes her eyes, leans in close and wills herself into the mechanism. ]
no subject
Parker gives her an unkind look, what do you think I'm doing, and stops not too far off from her. She has no idea what she is doing, but she could probably offer a sarcastic insight of how surprising it is of her to make herself useful, but that's just her winning personality showing. She figures she is some kind of engineer or something.
Whatever she is, she better hurry up.
Planting herself in front of Angel, covering her both with the gun and her body (old habit, back in the rebellion, should think twice about risking her life for any of these idiots), Parker puts the helmet hanging from her belt on and locks it in place, activating the infra-red lights so she has a better line of sight in case she needs to open fire. Good thing she does as while Angel does her thing, time goes by way too quickly and the guards catch up. Parker shouts a warning to Angel. ]
Hurry up!
[ She takes one step back, planting her feet firmly, and takes a shot to one of them, the unlucky one at the front, but clearly meant to be a set back, not a dead shot. She aims for his leg, and even in grim conditions Parker manages to hit it clean. There's a cry of pain and he falls down in front of the rest of the guards, making them all stumble. She shoots in front of them, forcing them to take cover. Another moment gained, but they have little to no time. One of them makes an attempt to shoot. She sees the hand peek around the corner before it's too late, shoving Angel down just in time for the bullets to graze the wall where she was. ]
Angel!
[ The urgency is palpable. She's going to shoot her ass if she doesn't hurry up. ]
no subject
She's eyes closed, head bent over the console, the white orb of light built up in her fingers and around the console. The bullets are background noise, easily ignored, up until they're not, and Parker shoves her away, jarring her out of the connection with the console. Pushing her consciousness in that whether or not it's true, it's frustrating to deal with Parker's impatience. Doesn't need the distraction, and the irritation of that sound makes her dig back the fastest way she has worked out in this short time to make Parker recoil, because even if she wasn't keen on the link, didn't stop Angel from feeling the hiss of them like muffled from another room, and just, just grating enough. ]
( Shut up and let me concentrate! )
[ Her turn to shove Parker off and scrambling up to her knees to get the angle she needs, slamming her hand up to the console again. ]
There.
[ The door springs free, and she pushes at it with her shoulder as she forces herself through it, all forward scrambling momentum. Only going so far, though, stumbling and catching herself on the bar of it seemed a long series of stairs down the side of the building of the fire escape. ]
no subject
But there is no time to further improve on this riveting discussion as a) they're still shooting and b) Angel got the door open.
Parker doesn't even hesitate as she rushes after Angel, kicking the door closed behind her and shooting the data board on the other side to scramble the circuit. It will barely give them enough time. Well, Parker could most likely jump to the other roof, but she has a feeling Angel couldn't (the thought of leaving her there does cross her mind, but she's not that much of an asshole). ]
Great. [ She takes a peak over the bar and groans. That's a long way down. A really... Long way down. Grrrreat. Behind her, the door budges from the force they're using on the other side. Shit. ] Shit. [ Shit.
No way they have time to go up or down. Parker groans again, mentally readying herself. Takes a seat on the bar as she yanks Angel by the back of her collar to her, very unkindly grabbing her head to shove against her neck. No time to explain. Maybe part of it is because she wants to scare her. Maybe. A tiny bit. ]
Hold on.
[ And then she drops, keeping her arms tight around Angel to protect her, one around her head, the crossing her back. ]
no subject
What are you -
[ her breath is short and quick against her neck, can hear the thud, thud, thud of Parker's pulse against her ear and her fingers grip in tight and scared in that moment - a wave of it that cannot be helped even if she wanted too in the closeness. ]
no subject
Or getting arrested in an alien world over a cause she has no interest in fighting for.
The sudden wave of a feeling that is clearly not yours bothers her. Parker nearly gags at the nausea of fear pressing into her and shakes her head. This-- is a bad time to push one's fear onto another. Considering the another is about to do what she is about to do. So she focuses on her own, tries her best to ignore, instead pushing an overwhelming sense of self-reliance to overlap it. Has the sense of mind to grab Angel's arms firmly and tuck them between the two of them. What does she think this is, a hug? Unless she wants her arms crushed, it really isn't.
Then, she leans back and drops down, falling, falling, falling, keeping her arms tight around Angel, ready to take all of the impact. Ain't gonna be pretty. ]
no subject
-- falling --
and the scream Angel makes right in Parker's ear isn't even meant, but she couldn't hear it really over the sound of the air rushing in her ears, is as much surprise as fear. Just clinging onto Parker's shirt of dear life, shutting her eyes tightly and the scream is only muffled when she presses her face into Parker's neck to hide away from her fear. ]
no subject
Still, she keeps her arms tight around Angel. Side of her helmet carefully against her head, arms around her shoulder keeping her there, the other hand grasping her back so she doesn't fall away from her. The drop seems to never end, long distance. Parker closes her eyes, readying herself for the impact that is coming. Relaxes her body, loose shoulders. Takes a deep breath to steady herself, knowing it's coming.
It's sudden, the way the fall just stops. The asphalt underneath is hard and unkind and the sound she makes is not even anything but silent pain. Sees white under closed eyes, gasping for air that has been robbed from her lungs. Underneath the flesh, she can feel it, the way the metallic spine engulfs every bit of impact and sucks in the vibrations, preventing any bones from cracking or internal ruptures. Needle-like feel down her back that is something she has grown somewhat accustomed to, constant annoyance that has long become a normal thing.
It doesn't, however, stop the pain from spreading. Feels it like wildfire, and that is going to leave one back-shaped bruise on her skin, back of her legs. Beneath the ground has cracked slightly under the shape of her. Parker groans in pain and pushes Angel off of her slowly, because it's hard to use any of her muscles right then, wheezing as she does. ]
Go.
[ She's going to... stay there for a second. Ow. ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)