Curse Descending

[dreamshades]

WHO: EDIT: Everyone!
WHERE: Heropa
WHEN: January 2nd 2016
WHAT: Klarion is causing havoc so you all get to bathe in some ominous green mist.
WARNINGS: some fighting and a curse

It's a fine day in Heropa, isn't it? The new year has come and so far nothing horrible has happened....

well, it's time to break that streak right off the bat. Something is going down in Heropa and causing some mayhem that only imPorts can stop! Oh no! Action must be taken against this threat! Clearly upstanding heroes will take flight and restore order. However you hear about it, from the locals, being there yourself or through the network news of this will travel.

Good, because that's exactly what it was supposed to do.

Because when the first problem settles....a new one begins.


(ooc: update: everyone may participate. Please refer to this update for the reasoning. Apologies for the confusion.

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THE RUSE

[beneathbluerafters]

[ A certain section of Heropa is stuck in a weird, quiet tableau this morning. The only noticable sounds are beeping car alarms, running water... and the slurp of Klarion drinking a strawberry milkshake as he walks down the street, milkshake in one hand, crackling ball of magical energy in the other. Every civilian within a square block of the witch-boy has been turned to stone (a few of the more annoying ones even have 'HAPPY NEW YEAR' scrawled across their faces and torsos in sharpie marker), and he's left a trail of smoking destruction in his wake. Glass storefronts have been shattered in, broken fire hydrants shoot jets of water into the street, and several empty cars have been blown to smithereens.

Klarion had stayed up all night trying to magically track his familiar, but no matter how hard he tried, he hadn't been able to pin down the cat's location, or even get a vague sense of where he was. Teekl shed enough fur to power a dozen tracking spells, but Pan's magic was stronger, blocking off their connection and hiding the cat from his senses. Even though he looks strained and exhausted, Klarion's face is set in the grim, determined look of someone with a job to do, no matter how tired. He'll move heaven and earth to get Teekl back, and if that involves being blackmailed into raising magical hell and putting a target on his back, then so be it. ]

[bindsthedead]

[When Sabriel got a distress signal and learned an imPort was causing magical havoc in Heropa, the only thing that stopped her from going there immediately was taking the time to don her armor and bells.

The trail of destruction is almost too easy to follow, and Sabriel wonders if some new imPort who's either too self-centered or frightened to care about anyone else is behind this... only to spot Klarion. Her expression hardens, even as she reaches for her sword.]

Stop.

[crapbearer]

[ Max enters the scene from a different direction than Sabriel — he emerges from an alley to face Klarion head-on, spotting Sabriel behind him reaching for her sword.

His expression tanks as he spots the magical chaos Klarion's causing, and the clear evidence left in his wake. He raises his hands, eyes wide, at a loss for words for just a moment. Max stops in his tracks, not wanting his boosting power to give the kid any more ammo. ]

Whoa, now, Klarion. Hold on. Let's talk about this.

[beneathbluerafters]

[ Klarion stops in his tracks and glances back at Sabriel over his shoulder, taking an irritatingly slow (and loud!) sip of his milkshake. His job here is to be a distraction, stall for time until Pan does... whatever it is he's going to do. That will be significantly harder if he's injured or missing any limbs, so his first priority is to do something about that sword of hers.

Max is less of a problem, now that he doesn't have green lantern powers. There's... something weird about the kid's presence that Klarion can't quite place, though, so he takes a step towards him, still giving Sabriel the side-eyes.]

No. [ He throws a crackling stream of magicks at Sabriel's sword, aiming to turn the weapon into a dead fish. ] I'm really not in the mood for conversation.

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel's not in a mood for conversation, either- she sidesteps the blast, moving forward.]

How dare you. [How dare you treat these people like playthings, how dare you use magic to do so]

Change these people back, and get out of here, before I arrest you and hand you over to RISE.

Curse Descends

[dreamshades]

[ Once Klarion has been dealt with and the citizens returned to normal, things seem to be back in order again, don't they? A well earned breather is in order...but it won't last long. It only takes moments for some citizens to scream out and point off in the distance at something approaching. A fine green mist pours out onto the streets filling the air and raising high. The mist crackles with green light and lightning as it rolls ever forwards not stopping for anything anyone. Thick and heavy, anyone trying to look into this cloud for people or buildings will find it impossible as everything is lost within it. You could always go in to try and find out what's going on but all those who enter don't seem to come out.

Flee or stay it's up to you, all you need to know is this eerie fog will not stop until it consumes all of Heropa. ]

Open

[followorders]

[Locus outright breaks into Felix's apartment when he can't find him after searching for him for days. It's the reason he's out in the streets of Heropa when the fog suddenly descends on the city.]

Felix. Where are you?!

[He tries his headset one last time before something suddenly collides with him head on.]

--!!

[pushtheboundaries]

[something? someone. someone who's regretting stepping in to town for what now seems like a waste of time; it's long past when he should be out.

the chaos, however, makes it difficult to navigate. the saving grace is that the world isn't on fire like it was all those months ago when there was a dragon...but he's only so much sure this is better.

Robert Callaghan grimaces as he stumbles back, putting a hand on the nearest wall to steady himself as he stammers an apology. said apology cuts off when he catches a good look at whom he's run in to- his eyes immediately move up to the helmet]

Military?

[none he's familiar with, but he'd be more than happy to defer to someone with far more recent experience than he when it comes to live situations]

[followorders]

[ . . . . . ]

Ex.

[He takes an armoured step forward, while a hint of suspicion comes through amid the filtered voice.]

Who are you?

[pushtheboundaries]

[Robert's got his black coat on, but under it he's wearing one of his sweater-vests - that, and his hands quickly moving palm-up by his chest, could easily flag him as nonthreat. he certainly seems as though he's trying to make it clear he's far from a danger, speaking quickly.] Sorry, the armor- my name's Robert. There's some kind of gas spreading through the city-

[as if to emphasize this, there's a distant scream, and he doesn't flinch so much as stiffen. whatever that gas is, it's not good.]

Open

[insatiableinappetite]

[Kira Yoshikgae was just an average man, going about his daily walks through a city of his choosing and people watch. Average people always eye other stranger's hands, don't they? So why should an average have to deal with unusual weather like this? Do average cities have green fog? No.

Kira stops, more put out than anything. He has to say, this really messes with his daily routine. In vain he attempts to navigate through the streets with a glazed, annoyed expression.]

This isn't done. I'm due back from my lunch break at any minute.

Open

[timecapture]

[Max has no idea what this is, but she knows well enough by now that this is bad news. Remembering what Jaime told her after the last time shit went down, she hastily packs a couple of light bags, not forgetting her beloved cameras, and starts running. She doesn't know what's going on, but she can help think of a game plan later.

Right now, though? Her instincts are screaming for her to get the hell out of dodge. She calls various people as she runs, leaving voicemails and warning them to do the same.]

Bravely ran away away...

[justanotherlink]

[Pacifica was standing outside of her house, on the sidewalk, frowning up at the sky. Whatever that network post had been about (and she wasn't stupid, she knew what had happened, she just wasn't processing 'someone was murdered' properly) it had clearly been important. And a threat.]

[So she'd come out to see what the heck was supposed to happen, and there was the giant evil cloud of death off at the other end of the city. Well. She didn't have any of those lovely flight responses so many others did. So she was just...gaping.]

ihu. <3

[timecapture]

[Who was that kid standing there? And why the hell wasn't she running? Max swerves, her breath hitching and sides aching, and grabs Pacifica's hand.]

Come on! Run!

[justanotherlink]

[She was nearly yanked off her feet when the girl tugged her along, and frankly, Max was lucky she didn't actually stop and demand to know what was happening. So she let herself be pulled.]

What? What's going on?!

[She was running while demanding. That was a step up, right?]

Where It Once Stood

[dreamshades]

[ However, you managed to avoid the mist, by powers, fleeing or just plain luck you escaped in time. The citizens of the city who managed to escape in time back away in fear of the green mist that hits the edge of the city limits. Like smoky water trapped inside a snow globe the cloud bounces off and fills to the top. The Emerald cloud spins inside it's confines, crackling with it's mysterious green light until it starts to dissipate. It only takes a glance to realize just what has taken over Heropa once the mist finally vanishes: a Jungle. Where once stood a mighty city home to so many people now held a gigantic, green jungle. People back in fear, whispers and murmurs spreading about them wondering what has just happened.

Clearly some time must be taken before heading on in. ]

Kang | OTA

[governorkang]

The Mist

[It's pure luck that Kang happens to be so close to the city limits that day, checking on a project for work with a coworker. With his superior senses, he's the first in the area to catch on that something is wrong, lifting his head in the direction of the green mist and frowning.

The mist gets closer, and doesn't seem like it's going to stop any time soon. He curses and shouts for everyone in the area to get out of there in a clear, authorative voice, and shifts to his natural form as he and his coworker run towards the city truck they'd driven over in. Once there, he rummages in the back seat to get the sword that, also by pure luck, he'd stashed in there to show his coworker that day and hops in the bed, urging him to drive.

He watches as the mist starts catching up, cursing in every language that he knows. Then, the mist stops as if it hit an invisible wall.

The coworker rolls to a stop and climbs out to stand next to the bed as everyone who managed to escape stares.

Kang lets out another round of curses at the jungle that's revealed.]

This is new.

Handling the Crowd

[Some are injured from their mad dash to safety, and everyone is frightened for themselves and their loved ones. Kang straightens his shoulders and gets to business bringing some order to the situation.

One: Call 911 and get emergency responders to the area.

Two: Gather the wounded in one spot and find anyone with any medical experience to take care of them until said emergency responders arrive.

Three: Check the network for information on what's going on.

Four: Keep people from foolishly running into the jungle and getting themselves killed.

He's obviously got more than enough experience handling situations like this, but he'll welcome any assistance.]

Anything Else

[What it says on the tin!]

[thegriffinofdeath]

[While Kang is busy trying to keep most of the crowd away, one young woman in long black skirt and dark green hoodie strolls right past him, intent on the jungle itself. She is, however, rebuffed a few feet from the edges of the massive trees, stumbling back a step as she walks into whatever mystical barrier was keeping them all out.]

Hmm.

[She reaches out until she touches it again, tracing along it for a moment. Well, she hadn't been expecting this.]

[governorkang]

[He's distracted for a moment, but after dealing with a particularly belligerent man, he notices the young woman and moves over to her.]

Ma'am, you shouldn't be so close to it.

Sabriel | OTA

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel can smell the mist as she approaches, her intuition screaming at her to get out, even as she reaches into the Charter, winding a protection spell around herself.

When the mist touches her, the marks flare, and suddenly Sabriel's not running so much as being pushed, the marks of the spell burning brightly in her mind as they fight against the green mist, and by the time Sabriel's pushed to the edge of the spell's radius, she's wreathed in golden fire that quickly dies down as she stumbles away, the faint glow of her baptismal mark lingering like an ember after a bonfire.]

This is- [It's not Free magic- not exactly, anyway, but it's scent, for lack of a better word, sets her teeth on edge. Sabriel stands, her fingers reaching for bells and sword.]

This is an Abhorsen's duty to help remedy. [She seems to be talking to herself, more than anyone around her.]

And if an imPort's responsible, it's RISE's problem too.

[unwiseheart]

It stinks of tainted power, of course an imPort is responsible.

[ And speaking of stinks, Nicolas, having found, as the mist begins to clear, a cursed jungle between him and where he lives, has decided to take his smoke break here and now. Better to stink of nicotine than nasty green mist.

He's standing well back and away, not at all intent on getting any closer to the cursed ground unless he has to. Although, he did take a step towards Sabriel when she first came stumbling out, torn between going to help or not.

She seems fine, though, so... ]

I would not go back in there, were I you.

[bindsthedead]

You can sense it too? [Sabriel looks over, a little surprised. Perhaps she shouldn't be- the spell isn't subtle, anyone with a trace of supernatural awareness probably knows what's going on.]

It's vile, but... I may have to. It's not going to go away on its own, and- not everyone got away. The people inside. [Sabriel knew what Free magic could do to unprotected minds and bodies. She brushes a bit of nonexistent dust off of her armor.]

The people of Heropa don't deserve to lose their homes because some fool decided to meddle with things he shouldn't.

for Traci!

[beneathbluerafters]

[ Klarion is sitting on a hill just outside town, knees drawn up to his chest, breathing raggedly as he watches the mist overtake Heropa. Teekl is nestled into the space between his torso and his legs, and he's holding on to the cat as if it might disappear any second.

It's been a rough couple of days, and all he wants to do is get as far away from here as possible. He'd barely escaped Sabriel, there's no way he's going to go back in there and take on Pan when the monster is at full strength and he's exhausted. First though, he needs to rest before making his getaway.]

[booyahh]

[ None of this was fun. None of this was good. That probably went without saying for everyone that had been touched by this and Traci was no exception. When she first sees Klarion she doesn't immediately go over. How completely downtrodden he looks isn't lost on her and so she walks over and offers something of a half quirked smile. ]

You look like you could use a nap for the next ten years.

[beneathbluerafters]

[ Everything is awful, everything sucks and Traci is absolutely right, Klarion wants to sleep for the next decade or two. He grumbles something indistinct, and rests his forehead against his knees. ]

To be honest, that sounds incredibly appealing right now.

... You're not going in there, are you? Did you get caught up in his mess?