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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!))
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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-- 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. ]
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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. ]
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So as she rolls off Parker, her body aching even with the other woman's body below her to break the fall. It's a struggle, but she does it with a single-minded focus as stories above them, security bursts out of the fire escape finally. She doesn't take a second's hesitation, shaking, shaking, shaking, as she yanks the gun where it had clattered to the side. Not in the best condition, but it only really needs to do one thing.
She aims up, pulls them into her sight and she's not aiming to hit them, she just needs them to back off - and soon as the first volley of fire hits the ground around them - feels one sting as it cuts her shoulder and - it hurts, it hurts more than anything but she doesn't have time, and she never has time as she lets off her own burst of return fire back at them. Doesn't hit any of them, she's not that good ( one day, she promises, she'll be better than Zer0, better than Mordecai, she'll one shot, on kill and never - ) ]
Tell me when you can move.
[ A second to breathe, as they've ducked back away from the gun shots. ]
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The fact that Angel stays there doesn't impress her. If anything, it annoys her. She has just taken a fall for her. Could at least keep her ass safe after that fall. Parker groans, rolling to her side to plant both hands on the floor. Arms trembling slightly as she pushes herself up, hard to breathe for it. Under the helmet, she winces in pain as she gets up, grabbing Angel by the back of her shirt and tugging her. Gives her an unkind shove. ]
I said, go!
[ Now they both have to run from bullets. She could have used parkour to get them off their backs. Now she can't. She does not like this chick at all. ]
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You've got to be kidding me - [ but she can feel the wash of her rage that says she isn't. Not that she has much time to contemplating it, when another rain of fire comes down, and she shields herself briefly against it. ]
Fine. [ Stubborn - stupid - didn't want to listen and didn't want to ask and so much for trying to help her apparently. ]
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Parker ducks on instinct when a bullet hits the wall, before running after Angel. It's easy to run past her, but she already took the fall for her, so she isn't letting her slower pacing be the death of her. Grabs her hand, tugging her along without much care if she can keep up or not, bullets flying past. Turns a sharp corner, nearly skids on it, but keeps going, still holding on to Angel.
She can see it, all the routes she could do to escape, easy, fast, smooth. But she's bound to the ground, and so she has to find another way out. Another turn, and Parker finds a temporary escape, abandoned creepy building. Only problem is, borded up windows and doors - except for a tall one. She gets under it, linking her hands and bending her knee. ]
Come on. [ Sssso annoying. ]
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It's harder than she's ever pushed herself. She can feel her lungs burning and her legs aching. Her body not at all used to feeling this kind of burn. Aching, aching, aching, alive, alive, alive, it takes a direct sort of focus. Her world is snapped to what Parker is doing, what she's asked to do as the blood pounds in her ears.
Doesn't bother speaking this time, she takes the prompt - doesn't weigh much, small mercies. Using the boost to push herself up, latching her fingers onto the top of window to anchor herself. It's not neat, her feet scramble to find purchase on the old window panes until she can hook the ball of her foot against the window sill. Launching herself up and over the top of the window - but there's no Parker to catch her as she comes over the other side, nothing soft to land on and no knowledge of how to do it neatly.
So she hits the ground hard, angles with her shoulder where the bullet scraped her and the stab of pain is sharp and direct up her arm. Has the sense to bite into her lip to shut herself up and scrambles out of the way as quick as she can for Parker to follow. The sharp pain gives way to aching pain afterwards from the impact and she nurses what feels like a dead weight, waiting for her with ragged sharp breaths. ]
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With Angel out of sight, Parker takes a quick running start and wall climbs up to the entrance with no trouble, slipping through the window seamlessly, feet first, and lands almost without a sound while Angel is still scrambling away.
In safety, she can finally do what she has been wanting to do for a while. She pulls off the helmet quickly (doesn't hand it to Angel to hold, even if it would be a little more convenient, doesn't trust her, and you don't need a mental link to see it), doesn't even have time to set it on her belt hook. Goes straight to the wall and hunches over herself to throw up, holding herself up with an arm on the wall.
She will need a moment, but you would too if you had your organs suffer the impact they did, jumping about with no time to settle before going off on an intense run. There's a whole lunch, breakfast and all the water in her body going out. Sorry, not sorry. ]
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For right now, she just focuses on gritting herself solid once more and then, after one, two, three - she manages to pull herself up the rest of the way to standing again. Nursing the battered arm that she'd landed on and walks up to Parker, and communication has gone so well at this point, she can at least be comfortable not caring anymore if she's rude. ]
I'm going to the bomb site to see if they need us.
[ She could do what she wanted with that. ]