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maskormenacelogs2014-08-10 06:43 pm
glowsferatu) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-08-10 06:43 pm
we are the jack-o-lanterns in july
WHO: Kanaya Maryam Hobgoblin and you!
WHERE: Around De Chima and Heropa
WHEN: Aug 5-9
WHAT: There's a new Goblin in town. More details here!
WARNINGS: Violence, references to brainwashing, will update as needed
ᴀ. ᴅᴇ ᴄʜɪᴍᴀ, ᴀᴜɢ 5
[ trial run. sure, she'd worn the costume before, but putting it on today still felt inaugural. this is her first time truly being hobgoblin in its entirety. now she just needs to make sure everything works.
she uses her portals to mask her comings and goings, making sure whatever door she enters is nowhere near her destination,so when she leaves norman's lab, she steps out on a rooftop on the other side of town. she can feel the wind blowing at her hood, and there's something almost beautiful about being this high up. this must be part of what inspires rose to do it. but it's only the first step to freedom. she steps out on the ledge.
twenty stories up. something flutters in her stomach, but she knows it isn't rational. she's simply spent more of her life susceptible to heights than immune to them. backing away a few feet, she takes a deep breath before getting a running start and plunging her way into the city.
she doesn't make it to the next roof, but she wasn't aiming for it, instead ending the arc of her jump to hit the opposite wall. too much inertia to land, she kicks off across the gap, flexing her fingers to extend the claws in her gloves and slow her descent. it takes a couple more before the downward pull is light enough that she can break into a run along the wall, then crosses to another building before making her way back up.
she'll need practice, she has to be sure to move in a way that doesn't look like her, maybe use her hands more. she can't depend on the portals at all, not out in the open like this. but she has all night. the city is her playground. ]
ʙ. ʜᴇʀᴏᴘᴀ, ᴀᴜɢ 6-9
[ the tests are over. she's ready for the real thing, and she has her orders to fulfill. heropa doesn't have nearly as many rooftops, at least not tall ones, so she sticks more to alleys and backways, though she does climb on a few houses to avoid dogs kept in the yard. she has to find spider-man, but it somehow isn't proving as simple as she'd hoped. she knows what his thread looks like, but simply can't find it. not in heropa, at least. she'll have to look the old fashioned way.
she's not exactly inconspicuous, despite her slinking and stalking about the town. for being a town called "heropa" there are only so many people running around in costumes, and there are few places to really hide. the ghastlier parts of her costume are covered, but none of that changes that it by no means looks friendly, and while she's not going out of her way to cause trouble, she has her directives. "deal with anyone who gets in your way."
the job will be done, she won't disappoint her conductor. spider-man learns fear. anyone else? they will understand the cost of meddling, taught by one who has paid it numerous times. she pays it now, even if she doesn't realize it. ]
ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴ, ᴀᴜɢ 11
[ it's been days of combing heropa with no luck. for any encounters she has had, none of them ended in her being any closer to finding spider-man than when she started. the word had apparently not spread that a goblin is out looking for him, or perhaps the job is already done and he's too intimidated to engage. she wouldn't like that, she'd hate for her conductor's nemesis to be a coward. the task must be completed to her own satisfaction, and that means something more hands-on. she'll have to be more assertive in getting his attention.
it's late in the afternoon and commuters are heading home after a long day of work in orlando when hobgoblin walks out onto the overpass. she doesn't get very far before the first car swerves out of the way and right into the railing, the driver leaning out of the window to spout obscenities as she darts past and into the next lane. of course, that just puts her in the way of another car, so she shoots up into the air and lands hard on the hood, slamming the engine down into the axle. it careens to a skidding stop, the occupants screaming as she leaps on top of the one behind it, throwing it off course as it tries to unsuccessfully brake in time not to plow into the car ahead of it. hobgoblin hops down before impact, bashing her shoulder into the side of the next car, toppling it over and sending it toward the concrete divider.
she hops up on the railing and dives down to a car on the interstate, spreading her blockade further. it's weirdly liberating, creating her own chaos when she's so accustomed to cleaning it up, buttoning everything down and restraining, repressing every impulse. in the mask, getting out of herself, cutting loose from all of her self-inflicted bonds is thrilling. she can do this. even if spider-man doesn't come, she can be satisfied enough with this. ]
ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ɢᴏʙʟɪɴ, ᴊᴜʟ 18
[ the suit isn't done yet, it still needs some fine-tuning and she hasn't finished weaponizing the gloves or mask, but some things just can't wait. one of the things she was most looking forward to out of this is the chance to keep an eye on rose during those times she hasn't been able to. norman told her to watch the green goblin, and she'll take that opportunity as soon as she can. it will be good to pick up some pointers on how this all works before heading into proper practice.
rose is easy to find. if there's one thread kanaya will ever know, it's hers, and she could pick it out of any multitude, though heropa's hardly dense enough that she has to worry about that. she slinks and stalks from a distance, but her gaze wavers little from the other goblin. she watches the way she moves, what manner of things catch her attention, how she navigates her glider. (and she wonders if norman hadn't shortchanged her by putting her on foot.) it's a side of her girlfriend she's yet to see, perhaps an outlet of her older, more dangerous impulses. kanaya would feel conflicted about that. on one hand, it's better for rose that she's calmed down over the years, grown up. but, on the other, that was one of the things that had initially attracted kanaya. in limited quantities, it could be… but she's getting distracted.
she has to keep perspective here, keep her thoughts on the task. rose doesn't know it's her under this mask, and she can't either. keeping it secret from rose is very important, though she still has trouble connecting reasons for why the information would make her so upset. for that reason, it's probably best she keep her distance for now, but she will need to engage eventually. she does have the message to pass along. she just has to work herself up to it. ]
ᴄ. ᴋᴀɴᴀʏᴀ, ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ's ɴᴇsᴛ, ᴀɴʏᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ
[ since the tavern reopened at the start of the month, business has been heavy, which greed has minding his other dealings in the back. that means it's up to kanaya to tend the bar. she's taken pretty well to it over the last few months, though her experience before was limited. she learns quickly, and isn't going to skimp on anything difficult when it comes to her work. about the only real issue is about what you might expect a young woman running a dive bar with poorly mannered patrons would encounter, but she grins and bears it. she has a particularly sharp grin, after all. no employee of the nest is to be trifled with, really. they're all monsters here.
but most of the patrons know to behave, and her nights go without too much trouble. she likes her job, when it comes down to it, and it pays well. so she mixes the drinks as they come, service with a smile, and every now and then even offers a bit of conversation, or just a patient ear. ]
ᴅ. ᴋᴀɴᴀʏᴀ, ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ, sᴘᴇᴄɪғʏ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ
[ kanaya likes to be out as often as the sun's up, usually in heropa or maurtia falls. she can be found shopping, studying at the library, reading in cafes, sometimes sunbathing out on the beach or on her roof. she's also available at her office in heropa residence #001 by appointment for a sewing job. so feel free to come up with something of your own, or if there's something specific you'd like to plot then by all means i'd be happy to discuss it! just drop a note on the ooc post or send me a pm. ]
WHERE: Around De Chima and Heropa
WHEN: Aug 5-9
WHAT: There's a new Goblin in town. More details here!
WARNINGS: Violence, references to brainwashing, will update as needed
ᴀ. ᴅᴇ ᴄʜɪᴍᴀ, ᴀᴜɢ 5
[ trial run. sure, she'd worn the costume before, but putting it on today still felt inaugural. this is her first time truly being hobgoblin in its entirety. now she just needs to make sure everything works.
she uses her portals to mask her comings and goings, making sure whatever door she enters is nowhere near her destination,so when she leaves norman's lab, she steps out on a rooftop on the other side of town. she can feel the wind blowing at her hood, and there's something almost beautiful about being this high up. this must be part of what inspires rose to do it. but it's only the first step to freedom. she steps out on the ledge.
twenty stories up. something flutters in her stomach, but she knows it isn't rational. she's simply spent more of her life susceptible to heights than immune to them. backing away a few feet, she takes a deep breath before getting a running start and plunging her way into the city.
she doesn't make it to the next roof, but she wasn't aiming for it, instead ending the arc of her jump to hit the opposite wall. too much inertia to land, she kicks off across the gap, flexing her fingers to extend the claws in her gloves and slow her descent. it takes a couple more before the downward pull is light enough that she can break into a run along the wall, then crosses to another building before making her way back up.
she'll need practice, she has to be sure to move in a way that doesn't look like her, maybe use her hands more. she can't depend on the portals at all, not out in the open like this. but she has all night. the city is her playground. ]
ʙ. ʜᴇʀᴏᴘᴀ, ᴀᴜɢ 6-9
[ the tests are over. she's ready for the real thing, and she has her orders to fulfill. heropa doesn't have nearly as many rooftops, at least not tall ones, so she sticks more to alleys and backways, though she does climb on a few houses to avoid dogs kept in the yard. she has to find spider-man, but it somehow isn't proving as simple as she'd hoped. she knows what his thread looks like, but simply can't find it. not in heropa, at least. she'll have to look the old fashioned way.
she's not exactly inconspicuous, despite her slinking and stalking about the town. for being a town called "heropa" there are only so many people running around in costumes, and there are few places to really hide. the ghastlier parts of her costume are covered, but none of that changes that it by no means looks friendly, and while she's not going out of her way to cause trouble, she has her directives. "deal with anyone who gets in your way."
the job will be done, she won't disappoint her conductor. spider-man learns fear. anyone else? they will understand the cost of meddling, taught by one who has paid it numerous times. she pays it now, even if she doesn't realize it. ]
ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴ, ᴀᴜɢ 11
[ it's been days of combing heropa with no luck. for any encounters she has had, none of them ended in her being any closer to finding spider-man than when she started. the word had apparently not spread that a goblin is out looking for him, or perhaps the job is already done and he's too intimidated to engage. she wouldn't like that, she'd hate for her conductor's nemesis to be a coward. the task must be completed to her own satisfaction, and that means something more hands-on. she'll have to be more assertive in getting his attention.
it's late in the afternoon and commuters are heading home after a long day of work in orlando when hobgoblin walks out onto the overpass. she doesn't get very far before the first car swerves out of the way and right into the railing, the driver leaning out of the window to spout obscenities as she darts past and into the next lane. of course, that just puts her in the way of another car, so she shoots up into the air and lands hard on the hood, slamming the engine down into the axle. it careens to a skidding stop, the occupants screaming as she leaps on top of the one behind it, throwing it off course as it tries to unsuccessfully brake in time not to plow into the car ahead of it. hobgoblin hops down before impact, bashing her shoulder into the side of the next car, toppling it over and sending it toward the concrete divider.
she hops up on the railing and dives down to a car on the interstate, spreading her blockade further. it's weirdly liberating, creating her own chaos when she's so accustomed to cleaning it up, buttoning everything down and restraining, repressing every impulse. in the mask, getting out of herself, cutting loose from all of her self-inflicted bonds is thrilling. she can do this. even if spider-man doesn't come, she can be satisfied enough with this. ]
ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ɢᴏʙʟɪɴ, ᴊᴜʟ 18
[ the suit isn't done yet, it still needs some fine-tuning and she hasn't finished weaponizing the gloves or mask, but some things just can't wait. one of the things she was most looking forward to out of this is the chance to keep an eye on rose during those times she hasn't been able to. norman told her to watch the green goblin, and she'll take that opportunity as soon as she can. it will be good to pick up some pointers on how this all works before heading into proper practice.
rose is easy to find. if there's one thread kanaya will ever know, it's hers, and she could pick it out of any multitude, though heropa's hardly dense enough that she has to worry about that. she slinks and stalks from a distance, but her gaze wavers little from the other goblin. she watches the way she moves, what manner of things catch her attention, how she navigates her glider. (and she wonders if norman hadn't shortchanged her by putting her on foot.) it's a side of her girlfriend she's yet to see, perhaps an outlet of her older, more dangerous impulses. kanaya would feel conflicted about that. on one hand, it's better for rose that she's calmed down over the years, grown up. but, on the other, that was one of the things that had initially attracted kanaya. in limited quantities, it could be… but she's getting distracted.
she has to keep perspective here, keep her thoughts on the task. rose doesn't know it's her under this mask, and she can't either. keeping it secret from rose is very important, though she still has trouble connecting reasons for why the information would make her so upset. for that reason, it's probably best she keep her distance for now, but she will need to engage eventually. she does have the message to pass along. she just has to work herself up to it. ]
ᴄ. ᴋᴀɴᴀʏᴀ, ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ's ɴᴇsᴛ, ᴀɴʏᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ
[ since the tavern reopened at the start of the month, business has been heavy, which greed has minding his other dealings in the back. that means it's up to kanaya to tend the bar. she's taken pretty well to it over the last few months, though her experience before was limited. she learns quickly, and isn't going to skimp on anything difficult when it comes to her work. about the only real issue is about what you might expect a young woman running a dive bar with poorly mannered patrons would encounter, but she grins and bears it. she has a particularly sharp grin, after all. no employee of the nest is to be trifled with, really. they're all monsters here.
but most of the patrons know to behave, and her nights go without too much trouble. she likes her job, when it comes down to it, and it pays well. so she mixes the drinks as they come, service with a smile, and every now and then even offers a bit of conversation, or just a patient ear. ]
ᴅ. ᴋᴀɴᴀʏᴀ, ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ, sᴘᴇᴄɪғʏ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ
[ kanaya likes to be out as often as the sun's up, usually in heropa or maurtia falls. she can be found shopping, studying at the library, reading in cafes, sometimes sunbathing out on the beach or on her roof. she's also available at her office in heropa residence #001 by appointment for a sewing job. so feel free to come up with something of your own, or if there's something specific you'd like to plot then by all means i'd be happy to discuss it! just drop a note on the ooc post or send me a pm. ]
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she draws her legs in, twisting her claws in his chest before kicking off of him and against the wall, scraping her way down the last ten feet. she rolls off to the ground before landing in a crouch. his own recovery may give him a chance to escape, so she tosses up two pumpkin bombs up at him. if she keeps him moving, doesn't give a moment to get his bearings, it may give her more of an edge.
to exactly what end, she hasn't quite determined. ]
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He can feel the wounds and the growing blood shed, and he looks worse for wear. The Scarlet Spider costume is tattered, and he knows better than to bother repairing it right now. Peter barely knows what he's capable of, and he's not about to grant someone else that insight. So far, it's his ace in the hole, so to speak.
Blinking through the pain within his mask, he kicks off the wall and sends himself down toward her, and when he lands, two spikes appear from his wrists. If she's going to get him bleeding, he's going to return the favor. The spikes' appearance and the action that follows are both swift, with him trying to stab her through her torso on each side. If he can knock her down, he'll escape soon after.
Kaine doesn't trust himself to reel it in much longer after that. (And he even is already questioning himself why the fuck he's bothering.)]
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while this changes the nature of their struggle, it doesn't remove the struggle at all. it just makes it a purely physical standoff, and one she will lose if continued at this rate. the spikes don't break off as easily as she'd hoped, and while she may be stronger than is typical of most alternian castes, and certainly stronger than most humans, he seems to surpass that by a comfortable margin. she can feel every ounce of that margin in the way the points of his blades brush against her sides, in the strain in her biceps and elbows. but she can't let him win, that breaks her most basic directive. no one else on this planet bleeds green, if he punctures her it will all be over.
a growl rises in her throat and only gains volume with the strain. if she can't when by strength, she'll need to prevail in speed. it's a quick, fluid movement as she slides out of the lock, moving her torso back and out of danger in the same motion she brings her foot up hard between his legs. it was either that or a headbutt, and she's always favored striking low instead of high. ]
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But he does recover, standing up and stumbling backward.]
Fuck it.
[After a moment, with some difficulty, he extends a web line up to an electrical post and drags himself up, and moves to swing away with some difficulty. At least he can slip off somewhere invisibly to recover. He can manage that.]
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having an glimpse of who he is, what he's capable of, could be worthwhile information. she'll have to pass it on to her conductor. besides, she can feel her face throbbing, she could use some blood to take the edge off. so she takes off to run in the opposite direction, finding somewhere out of sight to disappear completely.
spider-man, the real spider-man, will have to wait for another day. ]