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maskormenacelogs2014-05-16 08:36 pm
dissemble) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-05-16 08:36 pm
Entry tags:
- kang | n/a,
- knock out | n/a,
- loki odinson | n/a,
- † ace | n/a,
- † annie leonhart | n/a,
- † barnaby brooks jr. | n/a,
- † billy kaplan | wiccan,
- † cu chulainn | lancer,
- † eiko magami | n/a,
- † gabriel | trickster,
- † gilbert nightray | n/a,
- † greed | n/a,
- † jacob taylor | the protector,
- † kanaya maryam-lalonde | psychopomp,
- † kate bishop | hawkeye,
- † kay faraday | great thief yatagarasu,
- † kotetsu t. kaburagi | wild tiger,
- † kristoff bjorgman | n/a,
- † lightning | the savior,
- † lucifer | n/a,
- † miles edgeworth | n/a,
- † phoenix wright | feng,
- † rose lalonde | seer of light,
- † roy mustang | the flame alchemist,
- † sam winchester | n/a,
- † starscream | the true leader,
- † t'challa | black panther,
- † thundercracker | josh boyfriend,
- † tony stark | iron man,
- † touma kamijou | n/a,
- † uzu sanageyama | n/a,
- † violet harmon | n/a
- then put him back again -
WHO: Lucifer, monsters, and you.
WHERE: Various places around the country, NOT in Heropa, Cape Canaveral, Nonah, De Chima or Maurtia Falls.
WHEN: Saturday 16th - Sunday 17th
WHAT: Lucifer tried to go home. It didn't work out as planned. Now there are monsters! Looks like America is in need of some heroes. See the ooc cut below for more information.
WARNINGS: Violence, monsters; things that happen when violence and monsters are in the same place. Please tag your threads if anything extra is needed.
Over the past month Lucifer had been systematically making his way through Northern America, stopping in specific locations and making sacrifices. Neither the people he had killed, nor the places he had chosen had been random- and the evidence of this was that he now stood in the center of a spell which spanned most of North America.
The center was, as luck would have it, a graveyard somewhere near Lawrence, Kansas.
There was something about this world that limited Lucifer- the encounters he had had with heroes so far had shown that he was neither as durable nor as powerful as he was used to. He had no desire to stay here any longer than necessary. He had been told that what he was trying was impossible- and honestly, that was probably true for humans. But if people were being brought here there had to be cracks in this world that he could tear open to escape.
Since the full moon had risen on Thursday he had been in place in the cemetery- summoning the spirits of the sacrifices he had made and one by one using them to power the spell. He took his time, confident that no one would interrupt him, and careful- doing this twice was not an option.
The eastern sky was turning grey as the final soul was put in place and Lucifer started on the words of the spell proper. It was complicated, designed to seek out weak spots in the fabric of the world and rip them open so that he could slip through. It probably wouldn't break this world- not that Lucifer cared much either way.
The spell almost immediately began to slip out of his control. The power contained in the souls of all the humans he had killed tried to pull the spell apart, fighting him as he attempted to unify them and force them to do his will. Slowly they came together, and anyone sensitive to such things would have felt him testing the limits of the world.
The world held together.
Lucifer was not the kind to explode with rage. His anger burned cold- and the knowledge that he had been wrong- that even this would not get him home- made him seethe. Very well. If he was to stay here, then he might as well put all that power to good use. Make his captors regret they had ever thought to bring him here.
He worked quickly, to avoid losing the power he had spent so long to build up. Resurrection was a simple spell, comparatively speaking. Transformation was a little harder- but turning humans into reflections of their true natures was a speciality of his. He spoke the words and the spells were cast.
The sun was just clearing the edge of the horizon when he was done. Across the country people would be waking up to a pleasant surprise- ghouls and ghosts raised, corpses resurrected and transformed into creatures who would seek out and kill any humans in their way.
Lucifer stayed in the cemetery, gathering his strength.
[ooc information]
Characters can:
- help wear Lucifer down (reply here)
- search for and destroy monsters either together or individually (make your own thread as a reply)
- get turned into monsters themselves! T'Challa can turn them back, or they can be killed (which will need mod approval)
- keep track of where monster sightings are and direct heroes to them (either here, or make a network post)
- stay at home and watch it all on tv!
Monsters are:
- Zombies: your standard walking dead, rotten, smelly, groan a lot.
- Vampires: blood-sucking, pale, sharp pointy teeth, able to go into sunlight,the boss vampires sparkle.
- Werewolves: not the nice kind, shapeshifting, eating/biting people, very hairy.
- Ghosts/Ghouls: typical ghost type creatures, cannot be hurt by physical attacks, can possess people, all of them jerks.
- Wendigos: monsters that specifically eat only people, creepy eyes, their spines shouldn't really bend that way. omnomnomnom
- Chupacabras: blood drinking, animal shaped, extremely creepy howling, keep your goats and children inside.
See the full plotting post here!
Have fun!!
WHERE: Various places around the country, NOT in Heropa, Cape Canaveral, Nonah, De Chima or Maurtia Falls.
WHEN: Saturday 16th - Sunday 17th
WHAT: Lucifer tried to go home. It didn't work out as planned. Now there are monsters! Looks like America is in need of some heroes. See the ooc cut below for more information.
WARNINGS: Violence, monsters; things that happen when violence and monsters are in the same place. Please tag your threads if anything extra is needed.
Over the past month Lucifer had been systematically making his way through Northern America, stopping in specific locations and making sacrifices. Neither the people he had killed, nor the places he had chosen had been random- and the evidence of this was that he now stood in the center of a spell which spanned most of North America.
The center was, as luck would have it, a graveyard somewhere near Lawrence, Kansas.
There was something about this world that limited Lucifer- the encounters he had had with heroes so far had shown that he was neither as durable nor as powerful as he was used to. He had no desire to stay here any longer than necessary. He had been told that what he was trying was impossible- and honestly, that was probably true for humans. But if people were being brought here there had to be cracks in this world that he could tear open to escape.
Since the full moon had risen on Thursday he had been in place in the cemetery- summoning the spirits of the sacrifices he had made and one by one using them to power the spell. He took his time, confident that no one would interrupt him, and careful- doing this twice was not an option.
The eastern sky was turning grey as the final soul was put in place and Lucifer started on the words of the spell proper. It was complicated, designed to seek out weak spots in the fabric of the world and rip them open so that he could slip through. It probably wouldn't break this world- not that Lucifer cared much either way.
The spell almost immediately began to slip out of his control. The power contained in the souls of all the humans he had killed tried to pull the spell apart, fighting him as he attempted to unify them and force them to do his will. Slowly they came together, and anyone sensitive to such things would have felt him testing the limits of the world.
The world held together.
Lucifer was not the kind to explode with rage. His anger burned cold- and the knowledge that he had been wrong- that even this would not get him home- made him seethe. Very well. If he was to stay here, then he might as well put all that power to good use. Make his captors regret they had ever thought to bring him here.
He worked quickly, to avoid losing the power he had spent so long to build up. Resurrection was a simple spell, comparatively speaking. Transformation was a little harder- but turning humans into reflections of their true natures was a speciality of his. He spoke the words and the spells were cast.
The sun was just clearing the edge of the horizon when he was done. Across the country people would be waking up to a pleasant surprise- ghouls and ghosts raised, corpses resurrected and transformed into creatures who would seek out and kill any humans in their way.
Lucifer stayed in the cemetery, gathering his strength.
[ooc information]
Characters can:
- help wear Lucifer down (reply here)
- search for and destroy monsters either together or individually (make your own thread as a reply)
- get turned into monsters themselves! T'Challa can turn them back, or they can be killed (which will need mod approval)
- keep track of where monster sightings are and direct heroes to them (either here, or make a network post)
- stay at home and watch it all on tv!
Monsters are:
- Zombies: your standard walking dead, rotten, smelly, groan a lot.
- Vampires: blood-sucking, pale, sharp pointy teeth, able to go into sunlight,
- Werewolves: not the nice kind, shapeshifting, eating/biting people, very hairy.
- Ghosts/Ghouls: typical ghost type creatures, cannot be hurt by physical attacks, can possess people, all of them jerks.
- Wendigos: monsters that specifically eat only people, creepy eyes, their spines shouldn't really bend that way. omnomnomnom
- Chupacabras: blood drinking, animal shaped, extremely creepy howling, keep your goats and children inside.
See the full plotting post here!
Have fun!!
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A few hoard of monsters seem to be coming from the suburbs and making their way towards the cities. A few Western suburbs have already been hit, but the locals have mostly been evacuated. Sam's hope is to get rid of this hoard at the edge of town before they reach the city and wreck more havoc.
He sent out a call for help and his location, but he wouldn't be surprised if he was on his own in this. It sucks not having the backup he would usually have in his big brother, but there's not much he can do about it now. There's a train track that cuts halfway through town, and he managed to convince locals to stop a long freight train there, effectively walling the monsters in.
Standing on top of one of the freights, the sun all but set behind him, he still manages to get a clear view of the approaching monsters. He's got his gun in his hand and a rifle by his feet. As soon as a werewolf comes streaking towards him, he takes a clear shot, killing it dead. But there are plenty more monsters behind that one, coming up on the dozens. Sam continues to calmly shoot, over and over - but he's not sure he can take on this many on his own.
B: May 18th 2:00 AM - Pittsburgh, Philadelphia
Most of the monsters in the city have been rounded up and dealt with, but Sam's main concern now are the ones who the monsters tried to convert. He requested for all monster bodies but the vampires to be burned, just to be safe. Just because the rules are different in this universe doesn't mean he wants to risk any nasty biters coming back to life.
Currently, he's at the medical center that's been set up, trying to find the victims that vampires tried to convert. Unlike those bitten by werewolves, these people can be converted back to humans with an antidote Sam knows. But he'll need help. He needs to find the body of the vampire who converted the person and get their blood, needs to gather ingredients to get the antidote done as soon as possible, needs to get the people who were converted by the vampires restrained so that they don't drink any human blood. Around twenty ended up being converted to vampires, and he won't be able to handle them all on his own.
Worst of all, he needs to kill the humans who were bitten by werewolves before they turn. Sadly enough, there is no antidote for them, as Sam knows all too well from trying to find one in the past. Unfortunately, some people can't be saved. It's a fact he's known for a long time.
b
And whilst he would have been expected to go running to his brother, Gabriel makes sure to go the opposite direction. He doesn't even know Sam is there originally, the symbols on the kid's ribs still doing their job. The archangel is more drawn to the medical center, to see what he can do in a limit capacity. There'd been word about werewolves, always a nasty business. Gabriel can at least do that part, already rolling his sleeves up and pausing as he spots a familiar, moose-like person nearby.
Sometimes Gabriel has to wonder just how he manages to run into the Winchesters time and time again, even when he doesn't want to. There's going to be some bullshit sermon about not stopping his brother, and all that blah blah with a side of self righteous irritated yadda yadda. At least Gabriel can keep Sam away from Kansas this way, last thing anyone needing was Lucifer's vessel showing up. He needs to get Sam's focus and attention in some way that would hold it.
Gabriel pauses in what he's doing, making eye contact with Sam before rolling his eyes and shrugging with an irate expression. And then he quite simply just turns his back on the kid, already making a move to pick up a box of supplies.
"moose-like person"? really, gabe?
He's currently leading a handcuffed man to the pile of vamp bodies, most of which are, thankfully, not beheaded, thanks to the rules in this universe. He hates to traumatize the guy more, but he needs to know which vamp bit him if this antidote is going to work. He'd just asked him if he recognized any of them, really hoping that he does, when he spots Gabriel by the tents. He pauses a bit, staring, unsure as always of what his plan are doing here.
He sends the guy back with two guards once he's indentified him, and Sam pulls out his machete to quickly cut an artery or two open and gather as much blood as he can in a jar. Once he does, he carries it back over to medical, but cutting over to Gabriel on his way.
"What are you doing here?" He hisses, putting the jar of blood on the table to grab and empty box to gather ingredients in. His voice isn't accusatory, but it's not exactly pleased. For all Sam knows, Gabriel planned this whole thing out with Lucifer.
big brown and hairy, that's a moose
When Sam actually catches up with him, Gabriel still has a few boxes in his arms, raising an eyebrow at the kid and looking thoroughly unimpressed. "What does it look like, Sammy? I'm helping out. Heard through the grapevine that crap was going down, and thought I'd take a look. Or is that against your hunter code or whatever it is you guys like to follow?"
i think moose would take offence to that
He grabs a few bowls while leaning over to talk to the shorter angel. "Did you have anything to do with this? With Lucifer?"
is it moose, or meese?
"What does it look like, Sammy? I'm carrying things, that's helping." The ex-trickster huffs when Sam cracks the next question, looking extremely put out. "You guys couldn't get me to pick a side back home, what makes you think I'd suddenly do it here?"
A
Touma was here thanks to the distress call sent by the man above him. He wasn't exactly sure how helpful he can be, but he knew for certain that he couldn't just ignore him. This person was reaching out for help and the cavalry has answered in the form of a single teenage boy.
“I got here as quickly as I could. Mind if I come up?”
A!
He'd decided to head for Chicago after hearing Sam's call for help. A little bruised and battered, and not in a very good mood after a few people had thought him to be one of Lucifer's monsters and attacked him (luckily with no bloodshed on either side), he wielded a sword found in an evacuated antique shop with his left hand. He would never be as good as he used to be, but he was still better than the average human, and in the increasing dark, his vision was far superior.
"Heard you could use a little help," Kang said as soon as he was within earshot of Sam, neatly slicing the head off of another werewolf. He cursed in Nerakese at the sight of a trio of chupacabras appearing from behind another freight.