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maskormenacelogs2019-11-19 01:09 pm
maskormods) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-11-19 01:09 pm
Entry tags:
- !event log,
- anathema device | n/a,
- anders | n/a,
- archangel gabriel | n/a,
- archie | broceidon,
- brandon heat | n/a,
- cecelia ardenbury | n/a,
- conner kent | superboy,
- darin altway | n/a,
- david alleyne | prodigy,
- david wayne loki | seeker of truth,
- donna troy | wonder girl,
- erik lehnsherr | magneto,
- finn onaru | the dragonborn,
- guzma | big bad guzma,
- harry dresden | the magician,
- jane porter | n/a,
- kang | n/a,
- knock out | n/a,
- kurt | the reptilian,
- laurie collins | wallflower,
- leia organa | huttslayer,
- lucifer morningstar | the devil,
- lucina | n/a,
- martin darkov | darkov,
- nathan summers | cable,
- quentin beck | mysterio,
- roland crane | n/a,
- ruby nakamura | candlelight,
- stephen strange | doctor strange,
- tenno | zephyr,
- tina belcher | n/a,
- xellos metallium | a secret,
- † anthony crowley | n/a,
- † bruce wayne | batman,
- † lance | champion,
- † peter parker | spider-man,
- †: adam young | n/a
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WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Jeopardy -> Heropa
WHEN: Nov. 19
WHAT: A resolution and a swear-in
WARNINGS: Please label threads
Somewhere, in a place that is and is not Jeopardy, time has passed. To some, it may have felt like mere hours; to others, days. For time doesn't truly touch this place. Only fate exists here, for imPorts to change or allow to proceed as it will.
Somewhere, the sisters look into the hearts of those with the power to decide the fate of this entire world and know their choice. A blinding light grows, forcing even the strongest to close their eyes, and as they do so, a vision of what could have happened appears in their minds. A world wreathed in flames, fire and screams echoing ceaselessly as they depart; a peaceful world, healed and whole and well—and a certainty that another world has paid a heavy price.
And then there's the sensation of three powerful forces leaving, two taking an unwilling third with them to wherever they are going. This world will be left as it is now, and its future will be whatever the people here make of it.
MEANWHILE, IN HEROPA
One week into the mysterious storm that has enveloped much of Jeopardy, citizens across the nation are losing hope. The government continues to monitor the situation at a safe distance, but cannot enter the affected part of the city, though one SEAL team did make an attempt, only to become lost in the wind for hours before emerging without ever making it through. While the storm hasn't grown, neither has it shown any sign of changing.
The heroes who bravely charged into the storm have not officially been given up for lost, but with no news coming from Jeopardy, few believe they will emerge unscathed. To honor their sacrifice (?) and offer sorrowful natives a means of coping, a candlelight vigil kicks off outside Heropa City Hall at 4:30 PM EST.
Speeches are given. Commemorative t-shirts are sold. It is at this point that a large portal of light opens up in front of the building and deposits all imPorts who entered the storm, as well as a confused but unharmed Layla and Sally Clapp. A stunned silence falls over the crowd — followed shortly by an eruption of cheers.
Organized chaos quickly reigns over the occasion. Medical personnel are quickly called in to aid any imPorts who might need it, and government officials quickly descend, one thing on their mind: what the heck happened, heroes?! ImPorts are asked to state, for the record, exactly what they experienced — which leaves a lot of room open for the more creative among them. Just what each imPorts is willing to confess to or lie about is up to them, but there are other imPorts at hand to refute or support all statements.
While imPorts are technically free to go, all are encouraged to enter the building for a debriefing with government officials. Those who care to share their story begin to paint a picture of what happened, and a flurry of transportation begins to move between City Hall and the local porter outpost, as Jeopardy will certainly require some aid now that it is fully accessible. Reports begin to filter back that while there have been some casualties and collateral damage to the city, it is far less of a disaster than the government anticipated during the storm, no doubt due to imPorts' efforts. Additionally, news from other porter cities begins to arrive; with the dissipation of the Jeopardy storm, all dimensional anomalies elsewhere have ceased.
Following the briefings, ImPorts may go home and get some rest, although they may have trouble shaking off the crowds — which are largely ecstatic that the people who apparently saved the world are in front of them.
While imPorts were occupied with the post-disaster debriefings, locals have used the time to launch an impromptu celebration of their defense of this world. Local restaurants, breweries and nanas have hustled their finest wares over, and free food and drink are flowing for the homecoming heroes. A local party & events organizing company has strung up some lights and tents in the park across the street from City Hall, lending a festive atmosphere to the area. T-shirts being sold to honor the assumed-fallen heroes have been 'edited' with permanent marker, going from 'FALLED HEROES' (there was an error in the print run, given the notice of less than a week) to 'RISEN HEROES' and are, regretfully, being given away for free.
For those who stay, an impromptu party breaks out, and the occasion quickly becomes the latest swear-in, albeit with a more casual emphasis on the actual swearing-in than usual; a card table is set up with the usual seals and documents, but it's a bit haphazard.
Along with tasty libations, local musicians start jamming on acoustic guitars in the park's gazebo, setting up some cheerful background music—or maybe you're not too tired to dance? A local physical therapy school has rolled in multiple portable massage tables, with free sessions for sore heroes!
The locals who haven't dispersed yet are also around, likely to seek autographs from the world savers, while podcasters, BlueTubers and regular nosy nellies might lean in with a recording device, asking for the real story of what happened. For imPorts who become too intoxicated or exhausted to porter home, many locals are offering couches to crash on — although the pillows they use may later show up on ePay.
WHERE: Jeopardy -> Heropa
WHEN: Nov. 19
WHAT: A resolution and a swear-in
WARNINGS: Please label threads
Somewhere, in a place that is and is not Jeopardy, time has passed. To some, it may have felt like mere hours; to others, days. For time doesn't truly touch this place. Only fate exists here, for imPorts to change or allow to proceed as it will.
Somewhere, the sisters look into the hearts of those with the power to decide the fate of this entire world and know their choice. A blinding light grows, forcing even the strongest to close their eyes, and as they do so, a vision of what could have happened appears in their minds. A world wreathed in flames, fire and screams echoing ceaselessly as they depart; a peaceful world, healed and whole and well—and a certainty that another world has paid a heavy price.
And then there's the sensation of three powerful forces leaving, two taking an unwilling third with them to wherever they are going. This world will be left as it is now, and its future will be whatever the people here make of it.
One week into the mysterious storm that has enveloped much of Jeopardy, citizens across the nation are losing hope. The government continues to monitor the situation at a safe distance, but cannot enter the affected part of the city, though one SEAL team did make an attempt, only to become lost in the wind for hours before emerging without ever making it through. While the storm hasn't grown, neither has it shown any sign of changing.
The heroes who bravely charged into the storm have not officially been given up for lost, but with no news coming from Jeopardy, few believe they will emerge unscathed. To honor their sacrifice (?) and offer sorrowful natives a means of coping, a candlelight vigil kicks off outside Heropa City Hall at 4:30 PM EST.
Speeches are given. Commemorative t-shirts are sold. It is at this point that a large portal of light opens up in front of the building and deposits all imPorts who entered the storm, as well as a confused but unharmed Layla and Sally Clapp. A stunned silence falls over the crowd — followed shortly by an eruption of cheers.
Organized chaos quickly reigns over the occasion. Medical personnel are quickly called in to aid any imPorts who might need it, and government officials quickly descend, one thing on their mind: what the heck happened, heroes?! ImPorts are asked to state, for the record, exactly what they experienced — which leaves a lot of room open for the more creative among them. Just what each imPorts is willing to confess to or lie about is up to them, but there are other imPorts at hand to refute or support all statements.
While imPorts are technically free to go, all are encouraged to enter the building for a debriefing with government officials. Those who care to share their story begin to paint a picture of what happened, and a flurry of transportation begins to move between City Hall and the local porter outpost, as Jeopardy will certainly require some aid now that it is fully accessible. Reports begin to filter back that while there have been some casualties and collateral damage to the city, it is far less of a disaster than the government anticipated during the storm, no doubt due to imPorts' efforts. Additionally, news from other porter cities begins to arrive; with the dissipation of the Jeopardy storm, all dimensional anomalies elsewhere have ceased.
Following the briefings, ImPorts may go home and get some rest, although they may have trouble shaking off the crowds — which are largely ecstatic that the people who apparently saved the world are in front of them.
While imPorts were occupied with the post-disaster debriefings, locals have used the time to launch an impromptu celebration of their defense of this world. Local restaurants, breweries and nanas have hustled their finest wares over, and free food and drink are flowing for the homecoming heroes. A local party & events organizing company has strung up some lights and tents in the park across the street from City Hall, lending a festive atmosphere to the area. T-shirts being sold to honor the assumed-fallen heroes have been 'edited' with permanent marker, going from 'FALLED HEROES' (there was an error in the print run, given the notice of less than a week) to 'RISEN HEROES' and are, regretfully, being given away for free.
For those who stay, an impromptu party breaks out, and the occasion quickly becomes the latest swear-in, albeit with a more casual emphasis on the actual swearing-in than usual; a card table is set up with the usual seals and documents, but it's a bit haphazard.
Along with tasty libations, local musicians start jamming on acoustic guitars in the park's gazebo, setting up some cheerful background music—or maybe you're not too tired to dance? A local physical therapy school has rolled in multiple portable massage tables, with free sessions for sore heroes!
The locals who haven't dispersed yet are also around, likely to seek autographs from the world savers, while podcasters, BlueTubers and regular nosy nellies might lean in with a recording device, asking for the real story of what happened. For imPorts who become too intoxicated or exhausted to porter home, many locals are offering couches to crash on — although the pillows they use may later show up on ePay.
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It's outside the realm of his imagination, Gabriel in anything other than a perfectly tailored outfit. Looking anything less than impeccable.
"What? Oh, fine, we all took a nap together," he says (a lie, they didn't sleep through it, technically, they just mostly holed up in their house and tried to teach Adam to play chess). He waves a hand vaguely, in the way he's wont to do, and it's possible that a glint of light catches on the ring - Aziraphale's rather stodgy, angelic ring - that he now wears.
"Why do you suddenly pretend to care?"
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"...I had to go. I was made to fight." He crosses his arms over his chest, "I'm not a nice person and I'm not a ...propaganda piece." Anymore.
It's on the tip of his tongue to ask about that ring but instead he drags a hand to his face and drops his arms at his sides. He even sounds tired.
"...I went and fought. Sorry to steal your thunder as apocalypse stoppers." He can never know, this demon, except-
"I had to get out of my head. I'm not a nice angel I think we've established that and I needed a chance to hit something. And rather then make a fool of myself I went where I was...needed. Instead of..."
No. No no no. Crowley can never know. If he found out about Lilith and the fire-
"You weren't afraid of the world ending?"
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“I wasn’t especially worried, no. Humans are rather good at solving problems, by and large. And I was right, wasn’t I? They figured it out.” He gestures at the celebration going on around them.
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Gabriel sounds sincere, it rises above the exhaustion and he looks at Crowley.
"It was difficult to be there and battle different Gods then our own but they all did well."
He sighs, actually sighs when normally he doesn't breathe. He stares at the ring again before looking at him and shaking his head.
"Being on the other side of an apocalypse was an interesting experience."
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Crowley actually raises an eyebrow at that. Is the Archangel Gabriel learning... empathy?
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He thinks of the woman he healed and Sal and the cat woman, and how angry she was and wandering through memories like prayers and...
And Marco - and Mysterio. It is a lot.
"...I almost died. And they ...did not want me to. It was concern for someone they saw as an equal even if I'm set above them. They put their lives on the line to protect this dimension and me. Only other angels have done that. And in the church, when that thing opened up their memories they walked me through them."
And they saw his too. But he's not going to share that. He looks at Crowley with hollow eyes.
"They are people. It was humbling. To see the evil they fought in their worlds and the good they protected."
That's...all the answer he's going to get unfortunately as he stares at him before someone walks by with a rag and offers it with their very sincere thanks. Gabriel stares at it before accepting it and offering a tentative smile before shakes his head trying to rid himself of some memory.
"...I'm probably not making any sense to you. Let me rest. I've taken up a new method of healing...sleeping?" He nods, "Let me finish here and we can speak when my head is clearer?"
Mostly because he fell asleep in the desert after Lilith tossed him there post their fight.
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"You never make sense to me," he finally says. "You probably never will. Do whatever you like."
Gabriel probably hasn't fallen all that far, as surprising as the idea of him sleeping is.
How did I not get a notif for this.
He frowns at that, trying to puzzle something out, "...That's weird. That we agree on something and have the same opinions on each other."
Looking down at his shoes and realizing they're covered in viscera and gore he closes his eyes.
"Am I not doing it right? You sleep when your corporation feels like it won't work anymore. You could at least tell me that much. I learned how after that last even when I was possessed."
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"Yes."
It's a shame that their dimension missed out on the dinosaurs because he's doing a real impression of a brontosaurus with one brain in it's butt and the other in it's head.
"No matter how much you might not care, not consider me a threat. I would think you would want to take any opportunity to make me look stupid to protect your husband wouldn't you?...Even if you don't care...and I believe you don't. I made a truce with Aziraphale, but you...you know what I did. Despite that. Why not come after me? I'm defenseless and vulnerable. I can't heal and I can't do miracles here."
He doesn't sound angry, just very confused.
"It's...decent of you."
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“You tried to take him from me. You failed. You won’t try again if you know what’s good for you. So why in anybody’s name would I voluntarily choose to seek you out, even for some well-deserved revenge, when I can instead spend my time with the being I love most in the universe?”
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He still looks slapped however because on the one hand he can't imagine only loving someone who isn't her-
(But is it even really her. Has it ever been Her or is it just himself...)
No. It is her. He can't fathom just loving one person and Aziraphale returns that...one person can't be a whole world and-
And he just nods. Slow.
When he speaks his voice sounds dead.
"Yes of course. I will leave you be here. Enjoy the festivities." He is nothing if not polite as he nods and staggers out and away and doesn't look back.
It's too much to think about. He shouldn't seek out any of these festivities he's not some sort of party creature - he should just go back and sleep and just...
It was fine to be alone. he needed no one else. Just her and himself.
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Part of him still definitely believes that - especially the bit about being loved.
The fact that Gabriel has yet to say anything along those lines, even in confusion, is - well, confusing in and of itself. But he's also not about to start the argument. Especially not here and now. Right now, he's going to let the archangel walk off (a relief) and go hunting for Aziraphale.