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maskormenacelogs2016-10-11 04:40 pm
pillz) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-10-11 04:40 pm
Entry tags:
- !event log,
- abigail hobbs | n/a,
- fuu hououji | zephyr,
- harleen quinzel | harley quinn,
- jaime reyes | blue beetle,
- john constantine | con man,
- tohru adachi | n/a,
- xion | no i,
- † aerith gainsborough | the ancient,
- † alec lightwood | shadowhunter,
- † aurican | what is a hero?,
- † billy kaplan | wiccan,
- † brianna | the breeze,
- † chato santana | el diablo,
- † clara oswald | n/a,
- † clark kent | superman,
- † clint barton | hawkeye,
- † commander shepard | blasto,
- † daryl dixon | the angel,
- † dipper pines | n/a,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † edward elric | the fullmetal alchemist,
- † elliot alderson | mr robot,
- † emmett brown | doc,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † genos | demon cyborg,
- † hartley rathaway | the pied piper,
- † hazel lockwood | n/a,
- † hinami fueguchi | n/a,
- † jacob taylor | the protector,
- † jang junseo | n/a,
- † jessica jones | n/a,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † jonathan joestar | n/a,
- † kagerou | n/a,
- † kanaya maryam-lalonde | psychopomp,
- † kaneda shotaro | n/a,
- † kara zor-el | supergirl,
- † karen starr | power girl,
- † kaworu nagisa | tabris,
- † ken kaneki | one eyed king,
- † klarion bleak | n/a,
- † leonard snart | captain cold,
- † mako mori | n/a,
- † mark vorkosigan | peter michael kane,
- † max caulfield | n/a,
- † mick rory | heat wave,
- † miles vorkosigan | admiral naismith,
- † namine | n/a,
- † nike lemercier | n/a,
- † rachel duncan | n/a,
- † reggie mantle | n/a,
- † riku replica | n/a,
- † riku | darkeater,
- † roronoa zoro | who cares,
- † ruby lucas | red,
- † saint walker | n/a,
- † sam merlotte | n/a,
- † sarah manning | n/a,
- † sasha blouse | n/a,
- † shinji ikari | third child,
- † skeets | n/a,
- † ted kord | blue beetle ii,
- † tetsuo shima | n/a,
- † thaddeus 'rusty' venture | doc,
- † the (twelfth) doctor | n/a,
- † the iron bull | the iron dragon,
- † tobias matthews | n/a,
- † yuichiro hyakuya | n/a
PUNKTOBER PLOT: Memory Lane (forward dated, OPEN)
WHO: Ensemble Production (open to all characters)
WHERE: Downtown Maurtia Falls, an alleyway
WHEN: Approximately October 15-31 (forward dated)
WHAT: Memory share plot. Expanded OOC information post, including timeline, is here along with a fairly extensive Questions thread. Feel free to continue asking questions on either post.
WARNINGS: Potential triggers for trauma, mental manipulation, disturbing mental health themes, etc. Please mark your subject headers appropriately.
[October 15-31 (General Starter)]
WHERE: Downtown Maurtia Falls, an alleyway
WHEN: Approximately October 15-31 (forward dated)
WHAT: Memory share plot. Expanded OOC information post, including timeline, is here along with a fairly extensive Questions thread. Feel free to continue asking questions on either post.
WARNINGS: Potential triggers for trauma, mental manipulation, disturbing mental health themes, etc. Please mark your subject headers appropriately.
[October 15-31 (General Starter)]
[it's a downtown alleyway like any other. concrete on the ground and a couple of permit-only parking spots, dumpsters along the sides, more full behind restaurants and emptier at the boutiques and dedicated apartment buildings. fire escapes zig-zag up the brick walls up to barred windows. in the daytime, you have sour smells and sunshine and swearing sounds from the kitchens; at night, sour smells and a higher proportion of knife-wielding lunatics trying to get your wallet.[Trauma Night: October 25]
it's like any other, right up until the first echo of memories past begins to play. was it a gunshot? the rhythm of ocean waves? a familiar voice? whatever it was that happened before, it's suddenly happening all over again. it floods the alleyway with sight and sound, maurtia falls vanishing from sight.]
[the air over maurtia falls is dark and heavy. that's not magic, just pollution and a recent wash of rain. the kind of ambience that that you don't enjoy so much as you get swallowed by it like a boa constrictor. the alleyway is more foreboding than usual.
by now, you've probably heard the rumors. a thief who turned himself in sobbing, after he saw an apparition of an old victim. old men and women who've come with candles to commemorate their lost beloved, children who run screaming about ghosts. maybe that's why you're here-- to investigate or out of morbid curiosity. to see what the narrow lane might hold for you. perhaps you're even here to end it.
but then the music from a distant concert starts to strain through the air. heavy, angry beats, a young woman's voice reverberating through the walls. and the scuttle of emotion down your spine isn't like the rumors-- it's rage and grief and blazing hope.
when the memories begin, the rush of thought and feeling might not even be your own.]
A: October 16
That changes when she sees Jaime, and Max trots over to him, worry evident on her face.]
Hey, Jaime. Are you here to investigate, too?
[We'll take "Obvious Questions" for $500, Alex.]
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(He couldn't.)]
I just figured that this has gotta be because of an imPort, right? But nobody's fessed up so far.
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[Max steps closer to him, glancing at the ground. She's been taking photos like crazy, but nothing she's found has really seemed to help.]
Yeah, that's what I'm guessing, too. Any ideas?
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[Secretly, he hopes that his forays into here never give away his secret ID. Otherwise, he's fine with showing off his memories, he supposes; the worst his memories in plainclothes get are embarrassing or a little painful, but nothing terrible. He thinks, anyway.]
It's always one of us, huh? I wonder if it's affecting the locals too.
[OOC: HEY THERE, would you like jaime to show off a memory, or would you like max to show one off? c:]
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[It's times like this that she almost wishes she does have a mask.]
I hope not. They already have enough weird shit going on, what with us here.
[ooc: Hello! How about a Jaime memory? :3]
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[He has to grin at her a little bit at that, even if he's half-serious about it. Maybe for some, they've lived here their whole lives, but after one thing and another, wouldn't some people figure it's too much, pack up their bags and leave? Hometown loyalty only counts for so much.]
[ooc: excellent, I'll fire one in next tag! c: any preference between family reunion after a year's absence or visiting the guy who injured his dad in prison?]
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[ooc: The second one sounds good to me!]
GOTCHA, I apologize in advance for HOW DIALOGUE HEAVY COMICS ARE oh god
[Whatever Jaime was going to say is quickly interrupted by a memory, one that never occurs to him to share with anyone, least of all a sweet girl like Max.
He's in a prison waiting room, getting thoroughly checked out by the staff.]
No touching, [one guard reminds him.]
That's not going to be a problem, [Jaime tells him right back before entering in a place that's hardly even a room, filled with plastic chairs and tables that are firmly bolted to the ground. As Jaime sits in the chair, arms crossed, waiting for his visitor, it's clear that this isn't a good visit for him; his expression is uncharacteristically sour, his foot tapping against the ground as if it has personally offended him.
And eventually, one mustachioed guard brings a prisoner in, a man about Diablo's age, his face tattooed and facial hair unkempt, a red bandanna wrapped around his forehead and bandages on his arms.
He offers Jaime his hand. Jaime hesitates, unable to help the furrow of his brow, but accepts it.]
Surprised you're here... you never liked me much, [the man says.]
Don't get it twisted. I don't like you. And I probably never will. But I do need to talk to you.
About what? I ain't never had anything to say to you before.
I need to understand why.. why you're the way you are.
[Jaime's smaller than him, a good dose less intimidating looking, but he doesn't seem to notice it. He sits there, arms still crossed, and stares right into his eyes, not looking away for even a second.
Luis does, though.]
Your Dad make you come here? He's a good man, and this sounds like --
How do you even have the nerve to talk about my dad? You almost got him killed! [Jaime exclaims, finally uncrossing his arms to jab his finger in his face, evidently unaware of how the guards in the background begin to tense up as tempers begin to rise.]
I never meant for that to happen, okay?! He gave me a job!
I'm sure that makes him feel a lot better when he's not running around with my sister.
You don't understand.
Make me understand. Tell me why you attacked that guard.
How did you--
Is that really what matters right now?
You ever been hungry? I mean really hungry, like you didn't know if or when you'd ever eat again? The kind of hunger you think you might die from. You ever feel something like that? That's how I feel all the time. That's how I feel right now. And it's a hundred times worse in the tank, 'cause they don't give a fuck how... hungry you are. I was two seconds away from a fix when the guard found me. All I could think right then was nothing was getting between me and that fix. Guard was just in the way. [Luis' voice begins to escalate, slowly and steadily until he seems unable to contain himself, rising to his feet, hands planted on the table.] And now there's some crazy spook that's killing cons who rioted, any con who killed anybody, and that guard might not make it... and all I can think about is a damn fix! This is bull. I'm going back to--
I forgive you.
What?
I forgive you, [Jaime says, as if Luis' rage has made him calm, hands folded neatly on the table.
Maybe they would have had a moment. Maybe he wouldn't. It's impossible to know, because the minute he's gone, the Spectre appears, cloaked in white and green, an otherworldly glow surrounding him.]
There was murder in his heart and murder in his hands, and there is no forgiveness for the scions of Cain!
[Jaime doesn't look as frightened as he should in the memory, perhaps, though he certainly looks startled. There's no telling what happens next; shortly afterwards, the memory ends, leaving them both staring at nothing but empty space.]
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But then some asshole shows up and talks about Cain or whatever. She can't feel pity for him.]
... Holy shit.
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[Jaime blinks hard and shakes his head, as if he'll just get over it that way. It hadn't been a particularly good day - although it certainly wasn't his worst either - and while he's not exactly traumatized by reliving it, he's not exactly thrilled about it either. Once he's finished putting himself back together again, he looks at Max.]
Yeah, that's not a bad way of putting it. Um, freaky stuff kind of happens a lot in my world.
[Mostly to him.]
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[And worse. Max has been pretty traumatized by some of the awful things she's seen - and her investigations don't appear to be doing much good, either.]
It's okay. Freaky stuff's been happening a lot here, too.
[Exhibit A.]
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[Which Jaime is... or may be, anyway. The idea of God's vengeance watching him, judging him, telling him that the moment he puts a toe out of line he'll be there to wreak holy vengeance on him isn't a comforting thought. But Max isn't and will never be on the receiving end of the Spectre's wrath. That much, Jaime's certain of.]
Let's just hope that he never shows up here.
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[It makes her kind of glad she's not religious. She'd just as soon live and let live.]
Yeah, I hope so, too. What an asshole.
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[The Spectre is all-seeing, all-knowing. Maybe he's operating on God's will, maybe he's not, but there's one thing Jaime knows for sure, and that's that they can't treat the Spectre like a human being. They can only reason with him, and hope beyond hope that they never do anything to piss him off.
He sighs, leaning back against the alleyway wall, propping one foot up against the wall.]
But this place has nothing like them, or like some other people from my universe. No gods walk around with us. There's just us.
[The imPorts.
And a surprising amount of atheists. In his universe, where gods walk among them, the only atheists are in denial.]
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[Because he pretty much just seemed like a psycho from where Max was standing.]
I don't know; I'm pretty sure Thor was on the network a while back.
[Max is agnostic, herself - but she can't deny that it was pretty cool.]
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[Thor probably wouldn't take kindly to being called small, but he hasn't got shit on the Spectre, Jaime thinks. And that's not something that he finds impressive. It's scary, and humbling, that's all.]
He calls himself the vengeance of God. And he knows everything about everyone. He knew everything about those criminals. Knew everything about me too. I don't think Thor can do all that.
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[She still really doesn't know how all of this works. Oh, well.]
Seriously? That sounds creepy. I sure hope he doesn't show up, here.
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[Sure, they have the Kryptonians and the Bats, but there are a lot of remarkable people missing too. Most of the Green Lanterns, most of the Justice League and Society, hell, even most of their truly terrible supervillains... Crane aside. When it comes to people from his world, they're doing okay.]
I guess you don't have anything like that back home, though, huh?