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Dr Jonathan Crane / Scarecrow ([personal profile] anxiogenic) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2015-08-15 10:11 am
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Fearfest 2k15

WHERE: De Chima University; exhibition center and campus grounds.
WHEN: Saturday August 15th, 4.45pm start.
WHAT: A registration at the annual technology fair, with a fireworks display!
WARNINGS: Non-consensual use of fear toxin, disturbing mental images, cannibalism and violence. Characters are going to be a psychological mess.

"A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more."
- John Steinbeck, East of Eden.

Disunity had been the aim of last month's game. Secrets and lies and truths in fiction. Suspicions in minds. Doubts on tongues. Gossip block-printed in rags. Newspapers, from tabloids to broadsheets, had carried the news; some left-leaning publications had made a greater dinner of the expose than others. Scandalous magazines and imPort celebrity weeklies showed versions of the same 'exclusive', and many daytime shows pandered to the demographic who believed there was nothing to worry about if you had nothing to hide.

The last swearing-in of the summer has people gathering in the Exhibition Center of De Chima University, where certain imPorts have worked before. Spread out over the campus, every imPort will rub shoulders with the local students and faculty of the School of Applied Technology. Inside they will see a staircase with an events banner strung over the atrium. Outside there are modern interpretations of classical statues, on square plinths, and inside there's metal sculptures of scientific and technological principles. Rules discovered by those who studied the world they lived in; procedures and concepts of both organic and inorganic forces. Next to them are standing banners flapping in the breeze, tied to weights, to which blue, purple and silver balloons have been tied with thin string.

The Exhibition Center, located next to the park, is hosting the annual highlights of scientific progress this Saturday evening. The spacious Exhibition Hall that occupies most of the interior space serves as the focal point for the annual technology fair, and expects a smart-casual dress code. The focus of this evening is on medical technology and the benefits imPort involvement can bring. People are free to wander in and out of the building as they wish. The forecast is for a warm, clear evening, with no coastal wind or rain to bring cool relief. People are also free to wander around the center to explore rooms and corridors not locked and bolted to the crowd. Everyone is free to investigate for troublemakers or to cut through the crowd - or to see what isn't locked down and there for thieving. But try not to be caught by the security cameras!

If you climb upstairs or catch a lift to the upper levels of the Center, you will be able to access the grand and expansive glass floor that gives you a bird's eye view of the Exhibition Hall far below - if you've got the guts! There's a stack of supplies stored behind a large exhibition banner attached to the far wall, and you may peek inside to check them out. There's nothing that seems suspicious. A couple of anti-flammable canisters, containing nothing more suspicious than foam. Just try to enjoy the sights beneath your feet.

MEDTEC - the National Exhibition for AMERICAN Medical Technology

With the minutes passing by, with hundreds of figures in the crowd moving between the Exhibition Hall and the various function rooms, the event seems to pass without celebration or accident. That is no promise the evening will be uneventful.


The doors are thrown open to the crowd, who are free to collect their passes in advance from any available kiosk, or by digital means; electronic tickets on their phones to hard passes collected from the mailman or the University's box office. For those last-minute registrations, passes are available just inside the doors. Feel free to arrive early or wander in ten minutes before closing. It's all good!

MEDTEC - 4.45PM - 8PM

Get out on the floor. You are free to watch any of the displays local companies and R+D have to offer. This is a good time to watch the crowds or to slip out for a visit to the rest of the center. If you wander upstairs, you'll find locked corridors and rooms. But feel free to wander towards the glass ceiling that's above the Exhibition Hall.

Companies who provide to both civilians and the military are here - though you'll notice a lack of high-level technology for the latter. There's a hexagonal stage at the back of the Exhibition Hall that's standing ready for the imPort displays coming later. Please do not touch the tech if signs say not to. But don't think that means you can't try.


The stage is lit. You may want to head over if you wish to see what your fellow imPorts have cooked up - or even to put on your own show! You'll get an explanation about the cash prizes on offer, and the scholarships. Or you'll wonder why you're watching this ass-patting when there's hardly an inch of space anywhere around the stage.


The Exhibition Hall is closed. The function room next door is thrown open for imPort milling. Make friends around the tables and order free food and drinks from the bar. Sit back, throw your feet up and take a load off. Lighten up! You're here to let your hair down. Please listen out for the public address that announces the upcoming awards show in Conference Room 2, and the fireworks display that's scheduled at 9:10pm outside. You'll get a good view of it from the park.


To those exploring the grounds outside the center. Have fun. The balmy night is perfect for walking around without a jacket. Feel free to sling it over your shoulder and enjoy the hot summer air. How the hell is it this warm, anyway? Don't jump in the fountain by the park, kids. Don't put bubble-bath or soap in it, either. Go past it and check out the park, or not. 7You may like to step back into the city. Just be careful of the traffic.

You are free to avoid the main roads for smaller side-streets, but that won't help you. The trash bins hold too much litter. You may wish to investigate them, but will find nothing. But much of the urban area and parkland is turned to a new, sinister purpose. There are minute bombs hidden in drains, or in flower baskets. In every miniscule place in the corner of your eye that escapes your notice. Timed devices primed to detonate in sync with the green and yellow fireworks overhead.

At 9.30PM, the earth will seem to split open and rumble. People screech and shriek about a range of hallucinations; from finding their loved one's body in the city morgue, to being the meal for a pack of monsters, to a flock of crows diving from the railings and rooftops to rip them apart. Those terrified of spiders see nothing but; on the floor, in windows, crawling up the walls. Some folk cough and splutter. Unable to breathe, they suffer a heart attack and can die on the spot. Others are given to a frenzy by the gas, and some experience flashbacks to hideous crimes - except they are the lunatic responsible for murdering children, or the killer stalking people through the streets at night.

It smells of pollution. It smells of fireworks. It smells of street food. There's the sound of blaring horns due to the traffic. There's the smell of fire, caused by the delirious rioting, and blood spilled by those around them, whom they cannot see. The gas enters cars, apartments and buildings with their windows open; the chaos echoes indoors as much as out. Those driven to a murderous lunacy pursue other victims of the gas through a twisted, nightmare version of their neighborhood, and violently resist any calls to cease and desist.

The gas hangs heavy on the air and fills the campus, engulfing the streets, entering the university buildings and student apartments. People around you are panicking, violent, delirious. You might experience what they do. You might hear the screaming, the illegible yelling and see cowering people talking of spiders, ghosts and scarecrows. You might rush indoors to help. You might meet friends who you wish to kill. Or you might run off in a manic state - unable to realize you're running into open traffic. Oh dear.


Celebration time. The University has arranged a judging panel that has deliberated on the technology imPorts put on offer - this is the hour where your contributions to local society are being noticed and celebrated. Between the floor and stage, to the assembled chairs and technological displays dotted around the vacant exhibition hall, there's little standing room. You're free to stare down from the glass ceiling high above, or to stand at the back of the crowd below, but don't crowd the doors.

At 9.30PM, with the judges leaving the hexagonal stage so the Head of Applied Technology can present the first award, you might hear a loud hiss of air. A gas leak! The particles are colorless till they meet the oxygen in the room and form a grey cloud that fills every inch of space, from the upper echelons of the ceiling above the glass, to the chairs and the floor down below.

It doesn't smell, and the effects are instantaneous. All noises and images will twist and warp. You might find the neon lights burn as hot as sun-fire. You might see the room on fire and hear the horrific screaming of those trapped and dying in the ruined building you now find yourself in. Perhaps you smell ashes. Or perhaps you smell saltwater and brine - you're drowning! Or you might be one of the few. The brave. The unaffected. Look around and you will see some in the crowd clawing their faces to oust whatever they think is wriggling beneath their skin. They scream and they cry. Others devour their own skin, suffering from hunger - or they eat the flesh of others. They turn on each other. They turn on you.

If that's not enough there's a different show in store. You might be unfortunate enough to be on the glass floor when it kicks off. Enjoy it or don't. It's all the same.

GOGO - 9.30PM - 10PM

At 9.30PM, you may think the metal warping around you is just another part of the hallucination. But it's real. The expo hall groans as the walls react to another power, and the displays twist as if a greater force is squeezing them and pulling.

Before too long, the smaller things rattle and jump back and forth across the room. Pens, instruments, small change, etc; even piercings will tug at the skin with increasing force until they may just rip out to join the rising storm of metal. You can stay and test your luck, dodging unpredictable attacks, or you can risk escaping into the night, out from underneath an increasingly unstable roof. Just pray the decoration in the hall doesn't crash into you as you flee.

At 10PM, the stress of the chaos is finally too much for the expo hall. The supports have twisted beyond recognition, the walls damaged by their own warping and displays crashing into them at force. There's a loud crack as one of the supports snaps under the weight of the glass ceiling and with a heavy shudder the whole network starts to unravel and sends the ceiling crashing down. Anyone on the second floor may be lucky enough to get out of the way before it drops, or perhaps they can grab hold of a railing that will creak under their weight.

Or maybe you are one of the unlucky ones who rides the glass from above, all the way to where it shatters across the floor.


Ten minutes past the hour, as a loud bang echoes for each firework shot into the night, the sky over the park is filled with the sort of brilliance one would only see on the Fourth of July. You might ask what's a nighttime event without fireworks, anyway?

For that charming couple on their date, to the curious student, an extravagant display comes on the rocket-propelled tails of rockets and bombs and flares. Look to the sky and lose yourselves in the colors as they appear - crimson stars and butterflies, and the pink crackling comets that leave behind a tail of effects. A red geometric circle of lines and dots glitter and break apart into smaller circles, then scatter and disappear, their fuel and powder spent. Memories of the sight are left behind; the smoke barely visible overhead; the smoldering gunpowder - and the warm company of whoever you're with. Perhaps you're one of those unafraid to visit such events alone. Perhaps you have a brilliant memory and the sight has burned itself into your eyes. One display follows another till the last; the end of a 25 minute display mentioned over the public address and published in the brochure.

At 9.30PM, the fireworks fizzle out. The display is over. It should be over. Then there's one more show - a collection of rockets and flares colored in yellows and greens, the colors one associates with poison and sees in cornfields. The colors are sickly and nausea-inducing as they explode in the night sky. It's just another display, right? Then cracks appear in the sky itself! All the yellows and greens, blacks and blues run into the white, hollow emptiness.

Perhaps you believe those eyes in the firmament are real. Or you're part of the crowd who believes the entire sky is falling down. A stampede breaks out. The slow are trampled underfoot. Students, faculty and guests stand shock-still. Some are clawing at their eyes. Others cannot contain themselves and empty their lungs with unfocused wailing. From the sky fall shards of glass. A flood of color threatens a deluge, even as the smoke and particles of the toxic gas contained in those green and yellow fireworks are carried by the wind over the locality.


There's a collection of police, emergency services and reporters in a boundary around the university area and affected streets. Safe on the edge of the gas cloud, they are evacuating the surrounding areas. Ambulances and stretchers are ready for the wounded; RISE and any relevant factions may be helping with the chaos - or caught up in it themselves.

You might be trapped within the gas, cowering in fear. You might irrationally run into the lights you see in the haze, not knowing what you are seeing or the faces that watch you scramble by, screaming illegibly. You might be directing others in the chaos. You might be one of the people driven manic by it all. You might emerge from the mist with blood on your hands. You might recall how it got there. You might not. But you won't forget this night, will you?
notasaviour: (human - annoyed - serious)

Teddy (Hulkling) Altman | Marvel 616 | open

[personal profile] notasaviour 2015-08-15 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)

[The last one of these Teddy came to had ended in a brawl, so it's no surprise he's cautious about this one. And what with being very, very Unsettled, he's also here as Teddy, just another teenage boy in the crowd, albeit one who's a little taller and wider than most. Tech isn't really Teddy's thing, but people watching is, and that's what he's here for.

He'll be pretty friendly to anyone who says hi, although a little wary about approaching people himself. And mostly, he's here for the free food, so he'll be around there quite a lot.]


[He feels the first few effects, heart racing and breathing seizing up for a moment, tendrils of panic reaching into his thoughts as he loses his physical sense of self, his shifting slipping out of his grasp. But it doesn't last, his alien physiology just a little too inhuman to be affected and his healing shifting the poison from his system fast, leaving him shaken but himself. Shifting to Hulkling seems like a bad idea, so he stays Teddy, although he ducks to one side to take his outer layer off, leaving himself in his costume just in case he does need to change.

He'll be trying to help, mostly, carefully approaching the affected and trying to contain the violent, attempting to rescue the people whose fear leaves them helpless and cowering, carrying the injured to any visible medical attention. He won't really fight back if he's attacked- it hurts, sure, but he can heal injuries, and he might hurt someone if he hits back, so he'll take the blows and attempt to talk them down, remove any weaponry they've cobbled together, or if really, really necessary grab for the wrists of the most violent in an attempt to stop them hurting anyone else.]
superposition: ((beings of strategy))


[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-16 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[After breathing in the toxic gas for long enough, Qubit no longer knows what to think. At first what he was seeing made sense to him, even if it was the worst possible thing that could happen, but the visions were gradually turning more and more surreal, to the point where they were messing with his subconscious suspension of disbelief.

Still, he's lost in terror. Not for himself, no - Tony promised to kill him last, and Qubit has no doubt he'll make good on that, if only to make him watch helplessly as he tears the world apart again. And that's what he fears. He runs like a man possessed, he has to find Tony, to talk him out of it somehow -

- oh. And there he is.

Well, it's a guy with muscles and blond hair, and apparently that's close enough for his brain right now. Qubit skids to a stop, almost tripping over a large piece of rubble. He's certainly a sight right now - his hair's a mess, his suit stained and partly covered in concrete dust, and a smeared stream of blood running down his face from forehead to chin. Eyes wild, voice desperate, he shouts-]

Tony, enough! Please, you have to stop!
Edited 2015-08-16 19:44 (UTC)
notasaviour: (human - surprised - profile)

[personal profile] notasaviour 2015-08-17 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Another victim, more hallucinations, and this time apparently he's being seen as someone else. And the other man looks... terrified, in a way Teddy really doesn't like. Terrified desperate people don't listen all that well, after all.

Teddy's first response is to back up a step, hands held up in front of him, palms out in the standard human body language for "hey no I'm harmless I promise", shaking his head. Maybe he can still talk this one down, or at least keep him busy and not running around.]

You have the wrong person. I'm not called Tony.
superposition: ((the part where he kills you))

[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-18 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, really. And who's going to stop me? You?"

Only if you make me. I can still help you, Tony. [Even so, his hand rests on his computerwatch, but he doesn't press anything yet.] You wanted a second chance, didn't you? Now you've got one, and you're throwing it away like it's nothing.

It's still not too late. I - I can make this go away. No one has to know it was you. Just stop this.
notasaviour: (human - unsure - uncertain)

[personal profile] notasaviour 2015-08-19 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[...this is not going well. Those responses have nothing to do with what he said at all, and he can tell standard hero dialogue: evil team-mate edition when he hears it. They'd had Nate on the Young Avengers, after all.

He keeps being called Tony; the only Tony he can think of is Iron Man, but he's pretty sure he doesn't recognise the guy he's facing now, and he knows all the Avengers. Even the obscure ones. If it was Stark, he'd have some idea what he's being accused of, but he doesn't.

If it was an Avenger, he'd also have some idea what he's about to be hit with, but he doesn't know that, either. It's just not his day, today.]

I'm not doing anything. Please, whatever it is you think I'm doing, whoever you think I am, I'm not.
Edited (whoops.) 2015-08-19 22:31 (UTC)
superposition: (And here is mine)

[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-20 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Whatever answer Qubit was hoping against hope to hear, that wasn't it. He closes his eyes for a long second, then opens them with new resolve. It's killing him that it's come to this, but he's completely out of options.]

No, to be honest, I figured you'd probably say that. So here's Plan B.

[A couple of sharp taps on his watch, a tiny beep to confirm, and a portal opens... between Teddy's chin and shoulders. Abruptly, he'll find his head about three feet away from Qubit's (and slightly below, deliberately), while his body stays where it was. Technically, they're still connected, but it's probably pretty disorienting. Qubit straightens up and glares down at him.]

Leave this universe alone, or I'll scatter your molecules so far across it even you won't be able to find them.
notasaviour: (shift - Billy)

[personal profile] notasaviour 2015-08-20 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's both disorientating and really, really creepy, and Teddy's first reaction is to shift, find a form that gets him out of this. Green runs across his skin, but being taller isn't going to help, and it's probably not going to calm the situation down any either.

But- shorter might. He shrinks, shorter and slimmer and dark-haired, becoming someone else. It's a little weird being his boyfriend, admittedly, but he sees Billy often enough to be able to do it easily.]

Look, I'm not trying to harm anyone. I don't know who you're seeing, but it's really not me. My name is- Hulkling.

[Even his voice changes, a little higher but louder, Billy's more forceful way of talking coming through, a little catch because it's strange to call himself his own name in someone else's shape.]
superposition: (And yet you start to recoil)

[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-20 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately, the portal's anchored more to his body than to a fixed location in space, so changing size or ducking out of it isn't really going to work. The real Plutonian could move faster than the speed of light, so he isn't taking that chance.

The shapeshifting makes him visibly hesitate, though. It's something Tony could do, but never bothered to, and it throws him off just enough for a crack to form in the illusion - a crack just wide enough for one errant, clear realization to slip through.

That's not Tony.]

But that's - I - what?
notasaviour: (human - surprised - profile)

[personal profile] notasaviour 2015-08-23 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[He half-expected the portal coming with him, honestly. But at least the shift seems to have helped a little, confused his captor, and even if he's not all that happy to still be separated out like this, at least he can try and build on that.

He holds his hands up in front of his chest, palms out, clearly not attacking, very, very sincere. He'd rather not see if he can regenerate
if the portals close and permanently separate his head from his body. He suspects not.]

Listen, okay? There's something in the air, some kind of poison. I'm resistant, for- reasons, but it's affecting what you see, maybe what you hear. It's making you afraid, isn't it?

[He's gambling a little on that one, but if he caught the edge of the physical symptoms, maybe they're affecting everyone else, too.]
superposition: (What difference does it make?)

[personal profile] superposition 2015-08-24 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[The words come to him like light waves through a slit, diffracted and self-interfering, but he understands enough of it.]

The gas. [There's a growing horror in his voice. How could he have forgotten about the gas? It's everywhere. He's been breathing it for like an hour.] It's... it's a hallucinogen. Oh my God.

[He frantically taps his watch, putting Teddy's head back where it belongs and harmlessly dissipating the portal.] I- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I almost...
dreamshades: (23 crossbow ready)

post toxin

[personal profile] dreamshades 2015-08-18 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Peter had watched Teddy for awhile, trying to talk the insane down and disarm them of their makeshift weapons. The boy decides just watch and wait for the right opportunity. Then he see's it. Someone rushing the alien while they're busy or doing something else.]

Careful! [ Peter shouts in their direction and he flicks a hand at the crazed gas infected man. They held a gleaming piece of glass in their hand, blood running through is palm having cut themselves on their weapon. They had it raised high ready to strike, but they couldn't do anything. Frozen in place and completely immobile behind Teddy, Peter approaches. ]

Watch yourself, mate. Never know when one of them will come at you.
notasaviour: (human - unsure - thoughtful)

[personal profile] notasaviour 2015-08-19 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[He looks up, surprised, and then twists to see the man behind him. Honestly, the glass probably isn't enough to hurt him seriously, but he's glad for the help anyway. It's the work of a few seconds to take the glass away from the frozen man, shatter it under his heavy work boot.

He manages a friendly nod, one person trying to help to another.]

Thanks for the save. I've been doing okay so far, but I guess I've been lucky so far.

[He looks at the frozen man, lips twisting down a little. He has a few questions, but the most important is probably-]

Is he still conscious in there?
dreamshades: (40 how dare)

[personal profile] dreamshades 2015-08-20 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
You can never be too careful, my friend. With everyone losing their mental faculties it's a wonder no one's been brutally hurt yet.

[ Probably not true, but Peter's going with the whole blindly optimistic tone right now. In his head he figures there's a good hundred people lying dead somewhere in this tomb. ]

He is indeed still awake, but harmless. It's the best I could do on short notice.
notasaviour: (Default)

[personal profile] notasaviour 2015-08-23 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Or we just haven't found them yet.

[Yeah, this isn't Teddy's first search and rescue, and if no-one was hurt when the glass came down it's a miracle, let alone the people attacking each other. And given most people don't heal like Teddy, it's pretty much impossible no-one's seriously hurt.]

Is there any way of making him sleep? Only I can't- being stuck with your fear in your head and not being able to move? It's pretty horrific.

[He knows. He's been there. And it's not this guy's fault he thinks Teddy is- well, whatever he's seeing, whatever he's afraid of.]
dreamshades: (47 im totally not going to tell them thi)

[personal profile] dreamshades 2015-08-24 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, this is the best I am able to do if we want to avoid a bloody mess. My magic has its limits here now. I can move him outside if you prefer. Unless, you know of someone who can accomplish such a feat as magical sleep?

[ Peter does question what this man is seeing, how gruesome it must be and not being able to do anything? Simply thrilling. ]
witchplease: (☈ нєaятslєaf)


[personal profile] witchplease 2015-08-19 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A little taller and wider than most-- this is how Wanda catches sight of him in the chaos. The toxin only begins to seep into her lungs, her skin. But her own horrors are lost in the hall, the nightmares of others screaming as loudly as any voices. One moment, water splashes around her calves-- the next, she's stumbling atop bloated corpses as she pushes her way towards the young man. ]


[ Drawing nearer, red flashing at her fingertips as she blocks a piece of falling debris, it's impossible that, through the cacophony that rings in her ears, the screams of loved ones and misery, there's nothing she reads as Teddy. Breathless, her head tilts with curiosity as she approaches him. ]

Teddy-- You do not fear?
notasaviour: (human - unsure - concern)

[personal profile] notasaviour 2015-08-19 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[He recognises the voice, looks up and around to see Wanda coming towards him.

It's not a time to smile, not at all... but he looks a little relieved to see someone familiar, someone who knows his name and sees him,not whatever horror their imagination cooked up.]

Wanda? Are you- is it getting to you?

[He holds out a hand, in case she wants to take it to prove that he's actually here, looking a little concerned.]

Not like most people, no. It's some kind of something in the air, I'm not sure what, but between what I am and my healing, it's not working on me. How are you holding up?
notyourfathersosborn: (pic#8440834)

Post Toxin

[personal profile] notyourfathersosborn 2015-08-20 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Normie's trying to stay off to the side, clutching his head in pain. His eyes go wide.]

N-No. Teddy you have to stay back... It lied. It's been lying to me this whole time. You have to tay away from me. Please!

[Cries out as he grabs at his head with renewed vigor, as if something is inside it trying to get out.]
notasaviour: (human - unsure - concern)

[personal profile] notasaviour 2015-08-20 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)

[Teddy doesn't leave his friends when they're struggling. And whatever it is, it... probably can't hurt Teddy much. He doesn't think so, anyway.]

You need to tell me what's wrong. Maybe we can get you some help outside?

[He actually takes a couple of steps closer, concerned, wanting to know how to help.]
notyourfathersosborn: symbiote (pic#8797833)

[personal profile] notyourfathersosborn 2015-08-21 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Holds out his hand, hoping that the gesture will keep Teddy back. Something black appears to be sliding out of his sleeve, only it is his sleeve, changing, pooling around Normie's body in inky waves, surrounding him. The terrified expression on his face is one of the last parts of him to be covered.

Unlike the version of the symbiote Teddy's previously come across, this one has gone old school--large, hulking body, huge mouth and lolling tongue. Unlike what they previously claimed, they're Venom.

What'sss wrong isss that your brain looksss deliciousss!

[Now fully transformed, Venom lunges at his prey.]
notasaviour: (human - annoyed - serious)

[personal profile] notasaviour 2015-08-22 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah. Well, that explains a lot. But this symbiote isn't looking as interested in talking as the last one, even if they're probably the same, and Teddy braces for impact. He can't let it get away and hurt anyone; not just because of the potential victims, but because Normie probably won't cope well either.]

There's something in the air, and it's affecting how you think. This isn't you, okay? Don't let it make you hurt anyone.

[He holds off on the shift for now, hoping he can talk them down. But he keeps it ready, just in case.]
notyourfathersosborn: symbiote (pic#9472390)

[personal profile] notyourfathersosborn 2015-08-22 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
We happen to like the way we think... and we think your brain would be better with usss.

[The tips of their fingers start shooting forward, transforming them into blades. They slash at Teddy... only their movements might seem a bit slow for the speeds the symbiote is capable of moving.]

Stop moving and let usss eat you!
glowsferatu: omg (What The)


[personal profile] glowsferatu 2015-08-23 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ It seems simple, at first. Whatever's beginning to affect the people around her is airborne, she can see that from the clouds of gas. She just needs to not breathe and she'll be fine, she can try to keep everyone else safe, separate them and contain them if she can. That, at least, is the goal when she leaps into the crowd at the awards ceremony, fighting in vain to pacify them.

But simply deciding not to breathe isn't as easy as it sounds, not when there's air all around her to breathe. Surviving without air because one doesn't need to breathe in space or in the ocean are one thing, but to consciously cease breathing demands active suppression of automatic systems. A stressful situation like the one she's just thrown herself into doesn't tend to allow her the room to spare that kind of thought, it's too much to do at once. Inevitably, she will breathe, and she will take in all of the toxins around her.

It starts in flashes of green and purple. Someone at the corner of her eye is suddenly blonde. She's looking into a pair of violet eyes, black-rimmed and puffy from swelling. She can see the blood on her hands, red as scarlet and spreading up her now clawed fingers, threatening to engulf her completely.

Her lungs fill with a gasp, tasting the bitter flavor of blood in her mouth as the full dose of toxin follows. The glimpses were enough for her to recognize, but the picture is so much clearer now, Rose's battered face on every person around her. She only says one word, fighting through sobs and shrieks of pain, but just in hearing Rose say her name that way, Kanaya hears her pleading, begging her to stop, to remember herself, to realize what she's doing.

She feels frozen, unable to move, just croaking out apologies that she knows are meaningless, only words that can't erase anything. She falls over backward, trying to crawl away, trying to fold into herself. She claws at her arms, black nails leaving long bloody streaks of green down them as she tries to tear off gloves she isn't even wearing. She's not Kanaya anymore, she's the Hobgoblin, trapped beneath the mask as a nightmare is carried out before her by her own limbs. She has to fight it, to stop it, to hold herself down or else she'll be unleashed.

But they keep getting closer, no matter how tightly she clutches her arms around herself. If she just lets them go, she knows that she won't be able to stop herself from beating each of them into the ground. The only thing she can do is warn them.

Stop. Stop, PLEASE! You can't-- I never wanted to. YOU HAVE TO GET AWAY!

[ And as she holds herself tighter, her glow rivaling every light in the room for brightness, the crowd, which is decidedly not consistent entirely of Rose Lalonde, threatens to trample her. ]
notasaviour: (human - unsure - concern)

[personal profile] notasaviour 2015-08-23 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, the glowing definitely gets his attention; too white to be Billy, and Billy's not here anyway, but also probably not a good sign. Glowing means powers, means imPort most likely, and if it's a prelude to any kind of attack then he needs to stop it before anyone gets hurt. And if it's not, well, a quick glance is enough to tell him that whoever it is, probably not a good idea to stand too still in this crowd. He uses his bulk to get closer, shouldering people out of the way as carefully as he can, trying not to knock anyone down.

He recognises Kanaya from their interactions when he's a little closer, though. He might not know what she's seeing, or what's going on, but he can definitely recognise distress when he sees it. His first reaction is to reach for her hands, trying to stop her hurting herself and also provide an anchor against being knocked down by the crowd.]

Kanaya, right? Can you hear me?
glowsferatu: smile, ashiah (Shyness That Is Criminally Vulgar)

[personal profile] glowsferatu 2015-08-26 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Unfortunately, he isn't quite the blond he should be, not to her eyes. The hand that reaches toward her is crooked and bent, hanging limply from a fractured humerus. Wherever that arm means to pull her, it must be grim and painful, the very depths of hell itself.

She shrinks back from him with a screech, scrambling to her feet to back away, shouldering her way through the crowd, pushed and jostled in every direction. She can see Rose screaming at her in each of their faces, and clutches tufts of hair between her fingers, still screaming as she finally feels the wall against her back.