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maskormenacelogs2016-06-17 05:24 pm
catalysmic) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-06-17 05:24 pm
people that you've been before
WHO: Betty, Daryl, Malms, Tony, Jeff, Kanaya, Bruce, and anyone else on the scene - Jo, Kotetsu, Ed, Dorian, tbc.
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN:The wee hours between June 17 and 18th
WHAT: Red She-Hulk goes on a rampage the commercial area of De Chima and a group of heroes steps in to stop her. Associated plotting post.
Note: the fight is closed, but there's an open mingle because this is totally how you'd want to meet people, right?
WARNINGS: Violence, pretty much.
Time wasn't lining up. Betty had stayed later to make up for the past few days, trying to make sense of the things her alternate had been doing, trying to understand why she was the impossible one, trying to live within the space of three realities. There was dissonance ringing in the darkness behind her eyes, like a toothache of the brain. She had been upset by the end, frustration eating away like acid under her skin and she hadn't wanted to go home like that, hadn't wanted him to see her, so she'd gone to walk it off, and then...
And then she hadn't.
The poisonous feeling spills out instead, flesh warping, skeleton stretching, and red on her skin. She knows what this was, she knows what comes with it, and fear feeds back into panic and reason goes with it. She runs, and as she runs, she keeps changing.
ooc space . mingle . building . streets . forest .
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN:The wee hours between June 17 and 18th
WHAT: Red She-Hulk goes on a rampage the commercial area of De Chima and a group of heroes steps in to stop her. Associated plotting post.
Note: the fight is closed, but there's an open mingle because this is totally how you'd want to meet people, right?
WARNINGS: Violence, pretty much.
Time wasn't lining up. Betty had stayed later to make up for the past few days, trying to make sense of the things her alternate had been doing, trying to understand why she was the impossible one, trying to live within the space of three realities. There was dissonance ringing in the darkness behind her eyes, like a toothache of the brain. She had been upset by the end, frustration eating away like acid under her skin and she hadn't wanted to go home like that, hadn't wanted him to see her, so she'd gone to walk it off, and then...
And then she hadn't.
The poisonous feeling spills out instead, flesh warping, skeleton stretching, and red on her skin. She knows what this was, she knows what comes with it, and fear feeds back into panic and reason goes with it. She runs, and as she runs, she keeps changing.