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EVENT: WHO'S THAT POKEMON?

For the residents of Wayward Pines, the 19th is just your typical boring Monday. The sun is shining. The birds are chirping.

Until suddenly, they're not.

That's the first sign. Maybe you don't even notice — you're far too busy with your nine-to-five, or maybe even by poolside, blissfully ignorant to the trouble brewing just out of sight, or to the fact that SPF 15 is basically just water anyway. Or maybe you aren't quite so lucky. You notice the birds have gone silent. You feel the eyes upon you, unseen but still raising goosebumps on the back of your neck.

And then from the woods, that telltale scream.

No, two screams, then three, then five, then more than a dozen. You can't count them, can't figure out which direction they're coming from. It's like they're all around you now. Even above you. Now you spot them on the rooftops — god, they're huge, you can't even fathom how they made it up there unnoticed.

But they're not playing at stealth anymore. One leaps off the roof, a single fluid bound on long thick limbs, and barely lands on the sidewalk for a moment before it lunges at the nearest person — your neighbor mowing his lawn, or maybe the woman carrying that armful of bags out of French's Grocery — long claws slicing through their flesh like a hot knife through butter. Then comes another, and another. Into the streets, the backyards, and the ill-timed pool parties, tearing through every living soul they can find.

By nightfall, the creatures have retreated back into the woods en masse, but anyone foolish enough to wander too far from the safety of their homes runs the risk of being picked off one by one if they're not careful. The 20th and 21st follow a similar pattern; during the day, the Sheriff and a team of volunteers comb through the woods looking for survivors, and during the night, these creatures do much the same.

The morning of the 22nd dawns with the last of the vicious "murder potatoes" (as Linda had hysterically dubbed them on the first day while wielding a butcher's knife with astonishing proficiency) have fallen, and the danger is gone.

For now, anyway. The questions they leave behind, however? Those are here to stay.

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This is a catch-all for any and all threads pertaining to the Who's That Pokemon event! It covers the battle on the 19th and the lingering danger over the course of the 20th and 21st.

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[While they're collecting one of the more faceless civilians from town, quite a number of the creatures have been rushing in to attack the group; they may find to their surprise a little figures flying out with a piercing battle-cry, as Laura launches herself off a fire hydrant and clamors onto one of the monster's backs. Blades from her knuckles wildly lance into its neck as she continues her feral yell, until the thing staggers and falls. She jams her claws into its skull and twists before looking up wildly at the small group, covered hair to toe in blood.

She's already up and turning toward the other beasts, baring her teeth and holding her hands up into gory-knuckled fists. None of you are allowed to die, alright? Alright.]

¡Corra!

[Laura isn't the one getting healed, but she is nearby during the down time -- when the beasts have been getting pushed further and further back. She doesn't look like someone who should be on her feet, in theory, her clothes tattered and ripped up by the creatures' claws, splattered with blood that is both hers and theirs combined.

But despite her appearance, she watches with silent curiosity. She doesn't seem wounded at all. She's a healthy color and there's no pain in the young lines of her face. When the man's done, she makes herself known.]

Are you a mutant?

[You know. What with the healing.]

Edited 2017-06-20 09:16 (UTC)

( early ) in town, fighting

❰ this is it. the other shoe has finally dropped. the capitol took their sweet time with this one — long enough even that katniss herself had begun to doubt. even after they took peeta from her to punish her subversion, such a transparently 'capitol' thing to do, she still humored the delusion that she'd been... what? lifted away to some far-off land?

katniss doesn't know what she'd thought.

but now they've shown their hand. now they've sent mutts. humanoid mutts — but they did those in the 74th arena, too. if the capitol's citizens are watching whatever mess this is quickly becoming, they're sure to complain about the repeat performance, however much more effective these seem to be. however quickly they brutalize their prey. maybe it's too quickly. she's made it just a block and a half from her home, and already she's seen four separate people torn apart at the seams and summarily devoured. where's the entertainment value in that? it's surely getting old already, and it's barely even begun.

which makes her decision to leave the safety of her home a pretty stupid one, really. she's not sure what possessed her to do it. the breaking of glass from a neighbor's windows, maybe, or the way they screamed while they were eaten alive. katniss refuses to sit and wait for that to happen to her. so now she's creeping along the line of houses, as flush with the buildings as she can manage, taking excruciating care to make each movement silent. she's not been noticed so far, and she has no plans to change that.

until suddenly, she does.

one of them sprints past the shadows she's hiding in. it's chasing someone, and at this range, katniss can't justify just standing by and watching the mutt take them down. in the next moment, she's nocked an arrow and sent it sailing to lodge into the creature's back. ❱

Get out of here! ❰ she shouts, not at the mutt but at the person the mutt was chasing as it lets out an abrupt plaintive screech and skids to a halt, eyes turning on katniss now.

needless to say, she takes off running the other way. ❱

( mid-battle ) in the woods, climbing

❰ maybe you heard her reply to roman's call. maybe you just heard the commotion, the ragged scoff-like shouts of a creature in sore likelihood of being thwarted, coming from a whopping fifty feet up a tree not far from the river.

peering up that tree will reveal one of the monsters in pursuit of a slim teen girl, bow and quiver slung over a shoulder as she scrambles up the tree about as fast as she can. the creature's pretty agile, but the trees are dense and the spaces between the branches are narrow, so she's managing to keep space between them so far...

but eventually, katniss is going to run out of tree to climb. ❱

( dusk ) in town, bleeding

❰ the battle's over.

it doesn't feel over. but then, katniss probably shouldn't trust how anything feels right now. that's twice today she's nearly died, and her desperate scramble up a hundred-foot pine turned out not to be the closest call she would experience today. an hour and a half. that's how long she spent backed into a crawl-space between two buildings, half again too narrow for any abominations to follow her in but one of them sure did try. and while it was too narrow for the beast to climb in behind her, their limbs are just fractionally shorter than the space was deep. its claws barely had to touch her to draw an alarming amount of blood.

but then it left. retreated for the woods, just like all the rest apparently had before it.

and katniss is making tracks for the hospital. realistically, if she rests and hydrates, she should survive these injuries just fine. but those things are still out there, katniss is currently a little too lightheaded to let her pride hold her back from getting help for a wound that might get her killed in battle if they attack again. when they attack again.

but night is falling rapidly, and twice now she's been sure the hospital was around the next bend, only to realize she'd lost track of her navigation somewhere between the dizziness and the fatigue. it's time to suck it up and ask for help. to the next person she sees, she calls: ❱

The hospital. Which way? ❰ it's a little weak and more than a little grudging. ❱

Edited 2017-06-20 10:57 (UTC)

( mid-day ) in town, blowing shit up

❰ she'd gone back for the bullets. and okay, maybe some explosives too, but bullets were top priority. the chick at the sheriff's office was all too ready to give back her confiscated rifle, but it was useless without the bullets they didn't confiscate. the ones sitting neatly at one end of her workbench in crowe's garage.

so of course she went back for them. this isn't her first invasion, and this time around, she plans to fight.

but she wasn't stealthy, not by a long shot, and they followed her home. too many of them — so many more than she could dream of gunning down, even now that she and her bullets have been so lovingly reunited. so as they closed in on the house, she shoved the bullets in her jacket pocket and seized the biggest bomb she'd managed so far.

the long and short of it is, she put out a brief warning to the network (one that hopefully came soon enough) and before a minute had passed, house 5012 and surrounding few meters were reduced to rubble and flames.

now, amidst the smoke, those drawn to the blast might spot raven shoving her rifle out of a broken basement window and dragging her sorry ass out after it. she scrambles to her feet, palm over one ringing ear, and staggers out to the sidewalk before dropping back to her knees.

she's scraped up and bruised, but for the most part seems mercifully intact in light of the blast that brought the house down above her. (man, if anyone needs a spokesperson for the structural integrity of these fucking basements, raven's your girl.) she's also too busy pulling her shit together to pay any attention to her immediate surroundings. good thing the blast seems to have scared off any other asshole monsters that might've been around. ❱

( night ) in the hospital, sniping

❰ it's long after midnight, and raven can't sleep, not even here where it's probably pretty safe. she sincerely tried, for a good few minutes... but then came the lovely soundscape of some sorry fuck getting their guts ripped out in the streets, and she knew sleep wasn't gonna come for a while.

so now she's posted at the window, rifle in hand.

the door to her room's wide open — maybe you see her, gazing out into the night through the scope of a gun.

or maybe you're out in the streets, and her cover fire from the second story managed to scare one off you before it tore you apart.

either way, she could probably use a distraction right about now. if she sits like this too much longer, she's going to end up with the worst sort of crick in her neck. ❱

[ Roman takes it without looking at first, eyes on the small report in front of him. It's nothing formal but a writeup of what the hospital has in terms of supplies, manpower, etc., that someone who's good with lists volunteered to make for him. He glances at the coffee only once he's brought it to his lips, then laughs softly and takes a drink. ]

Thanks. Seemed like the think to do. It's no good if we're all scattered to the winds.

[ He looks over, noticing the food and the tiredness to his eyes and that it's someone he knows. More or less. ]

How are holding up?

[Skye had just closed the door and was walking further into the building, gun raised just in case. Although she had learned rather quickly that they didn't go down for too long even if she emptied an entire magazine on them. She was quickly running out of ammo too, which was just great.

Losing the ability to breathe for about five seconds when she hears a sudden noise, Skye's hand is gripping her gun so tight that her knuckles have turned white. At least until she connects the dots and realized it was someone talking. Not just someone, actually, because it sounded like...]

Mike?

[Moving further inside, Skye spotted him after a few seconds and was more than a little relieved to find someone actually alive. Was that a shot gun he was holding?]

Where did you get that?

Maybe not. [ He'll concede that point too, and he's absolutely not going to deny her accusation. He just grins. ] I like the ship. And the islands. Each of them's like its own little world--and dragons! Imagine being able to fly like that.

[ He scans their perimeter, instinct starting to itch at him. It's been too quiet for too long. ] I'd miss being able to fit in a good ship, but for a little while it'd be great.

[ He touches the grip of his blaster lightly, glad it was so easy to reclaim. ]

[Once he's set everything down, Alec takes a sip of hot, almost syrupy coffee. The sugar will help, anything to keep him aware and upright until he has time to crash for a few hours and sleep off the aftereffects of magic and runes.]

No it's not. I know what can happen when those who can't fight aren't located where the fighters can protect them.

[Now's not the time to think of Max or all the people who had died in the demon attack months ago. Maybe it's good that he doesn't have time to sleep since this will probably set off a few nightmares.

Taking a bite of one of the sandwiches, Alec considers how to answer. Lies are the easiest but that doesn't help make Roman's job easier while trying to plan for the next few hours, or even the next few days.]

Tired. I can keep going for a few more days, maybe longer, depending on how much Magnus needs me to share strength with him. If we can't find people to help with the wards, I'll be out of the fighting in a day or so.

[ That's what Roman was hoping for. Honesty and seriousness rather than trying to play the big, sacrificial hero. They don't need heroes right now, they need fighters and team players.

He does pause to rub at his eyes but isn't more out of an old, weary motion than actual tiredness so far. Stress is high and redirecting it to something useful isn't easy. ]

I'd rather you paced yourself than trying to rush it all at once. There's literally no telling how many are here or what their numbers are outside the town or whether they get tired like we do or not.

[ They can last for a while given proper opportunity and taking care of their resources, material and people both, but if they're just better prepared outside... He's been thinking about that one, too, in the back of his mind. ]

I'll try to.

[Once he doesn't feel like he's going to pass out from hunger, Alec moves the plate over where Roman can reach it, giving him an apologetic smile.]

Fighting plus fast metabolism. There's ways I can keep going without eating, but it'd ruin that pacing.

[He appreciates that Roman isn't pretending that they know what the threat is or saying that it will be a short siege when they don't know what those things are or how many there are.]

I'm not going to intentionally burn out but if it's a choice between that and keeping the wards up, I'll let Magnus take as much as he needs.

[Magnus wouldn't take that step, but hopefully they'd find others that could 'power' the wards other than the Lightwood siblings.]

We might be able to get an idea of numbers or set up methods of attack that aren't going to wear out our fighters. Izzy can think up something if we give her enough information to work with.

[ Roman won't say no to some food, even if he doesn't feel hungry just yet. His body is going to need it anyway, and he takes one, thinks it all over while he chews, swallows, washes it down and eventually sighs. ]

Been working on collecting information. We've got a good vantage with the height of the hospital but actual reconnaissance is too tricky without more surefire ways of fighting back.

What does Magnus take from you to keep powered up? Maybe we can find others.

[ Like universal blood donors. Only... powers. ]

I don't know if glamours would work on them. I don't really want Izzy or me to be the ones testing that. [They would if they had to but it's not an option that Alec likes.]

Have you interviewed the fighters that have been out there? That could give us details on weaknesses, where to hit them, what will drive them back.

[It might not result in much that can help but sometimes all that's needed is one word or some seemingly insignificant detail...

Taking a swallow of coffee, Alec tries to think of the best explanation when he really doesn't have the knowledge needed to explain how Magnus' magic works other than 'genetics'.]

Honestly, I'm not sure. We call it 'sharing strength'. That's what it feels like. He uses my vitality to power his magic or to heal others. He can do the same with others, if they'll trust him to not take too much.

Iris ran to Blaine’s side. Another one who had had to run away from the pool party…

“These things have the worst timing, right?” She hissed out, as always trying to make light of the situation and trying to stay optimistic. But it was kind of hard at the moment. She definitely didn’t get scared easily and thanks to her upbringing she had been in contact with monsters before, but those creatures attacking them right then were frankly terrifying.

“Here, come with me, I saw a hiding place over there.”

Bless her optimism, but it was sadly lost on him. Blaine's mind was still working on pieces of his memory. The alcohol, the water, the party atmosphere, a sudden eruption of chaos and death. People trying to run but were grabbed by... what? Something fast, something vicious and strong that bit down into flesh.

Blaine instinctively grabbed onto Iris's arm. He got a flash of another woman running past him. There was panic in her eyes, and fear, and pain. Blaine jerked his hand away from Iris quickly.

"No. No, you have to run! Don't let them get near you!" She was smart enough to know this, of course, but he felt panicked by the waves of memory.

Edited 2017-06-20 21:34 (UTC)

[ Crowe was already on the way towards her own house, suspecting that Raven had ended up there when shit came down - considering how much time she could spend in the empty house's garage, it's highly probably, after all - but fighting these things is slow because there are so many of them. And even if she can do it, she's sorely missing her (well, the King's) magic just now. Sorely. Especially going by how these things react to fire.

Oh, well. At least that should mean Nyx can do a lot more damage and should be safe.

... she's about three blocks off when the house blows up. And Crowe doesn't even have to look to know.

The upside is that the creatures (she's trying to not think 'daemons' but it's really difficult, especially with that message from Steve and Poe from last month and their 'used to be human') actually clear away from the blast, so Crowe can run the rest of the distance unhindered (save from that bite that the lucky bastard took out of her thigh, but it's not going to be doing anything more), there to witness Raven coming up. ]

Shit. Raven!

[ And Crowe is there on the ground beside Raven, arm coming up around the younger woman's shoulders. ]

Hey. Hey.

[ 'Are you all right' seems pretty irrelevant right now. But she's here. Even if her attention is split between Raven and their surroundings, just in case. ]

Edited 2017-06-21 02:52 (UTC)

[It's only because of the sheer panic and chaos that Izzy isn't worried much about her shop. The creatures don't seem interested in beautiful, tasteful clothes, anyway. And the people that the creatures are after....definitely more interested in running than looting the pretty clothes. She wishes that she'd decorated with a few more weapons, but those aren't exactly the decor of a clothing boutique.

Still, her whip and stele should get her far enough; there are weapons at home, after all, should she need to tack on a few more.

After initially leaving her shop and helping the shoppers that had been there get out, Izzy did take a moment to activate all of her runes (thanking the Angel that the police station had already returned it to her). Now, though, her primary concern is getting home. It doesn't take her long to come face to face with one of those...things. And it doesn't take her long to act either, the snap of her whip ringing out as she lashes out at the creature, driving it away from herelf and someone else, who takes the momentary distraction to run for it. The creature isn't deterred enough to back off, though, which is what causes the second crack.

And that's when the light in the periphiary gets her attention: Alec.

Shifting to change her direction only slightly, Izzy uses her whip much like a lion tamer might for a moment, rappid and quick snaps from the sharp end of the weapon driving the creature back...both to put them closer to the source of the light and to gain her brother's attention through sound and the sight of the line of the whip being thrown out.] Alec! Over here, big brother!

[Izzy calls out only once she is sure she's close enough for her voice to carry, and this time instead of snapping the monster in the face, neck, or body to guide it she catches it around the neck, winding the whip before she snaps her foot into place on the whip, holding it in place with all the strength that she's got....because by the ange that damn thing is not happy!] A little help?

[She nods down to the creature, figuring since he has a blade and all....]

ONE | main street

[ Settling back into a routine feels weird. It's always felt off, obviously, but remembering the fence and the hospital brings it to an entirely new level. David's never been particularly great at acting, either, and the end result is that he looks mildly paranoid or annoyed 24/7.

The sentiment seems justified when he walks out of the candy store just in time to watch a monster tear apart an old lady. ]

Jesus— [ He throws the bag of candy he's holding directly at it, as if that's supposed to distract it or slow it down. All it does is get the thing's attention, and David flinches backwards when it twists on its meaty haunches to stare him down.

He forgets entirely about his powers until it moves. The second it does, instinct kicks in; David reaches out with one hand, focuses, feels the satisfying coil of his power that's like teeth sinking in — then he yanks, and the misshapen figure lifts off the ground before streaking sidelong into a nearby parked car.

He doesn't get a chance to follow-up. Pain screams through his head at precisely the same moment the monster's body pulverizes the car, and David folds over, hands pressed to either side of his skull. ] Christ.

TWO | around town

[ He's been here before. Not him, exactly; there's a muffled sense to the memories, a blinding red filter. But the sound of human beings screaming and the sight of bodies being sliced apart are memories that stick, and the familiarity of it twists the clean adrenaline of self-defense into something bitter and uncomfortably personal.

He's weaker, though. There are a lot of reasons for that, and one of them feels distinctly post-Pines. But he doesn't have a Cary here to fix it, and he doesn't have the luxury of thinking through it himself when the town's having a meltdown.

What should be an exercise in putting monsters through a psychic blender turns out to be an exercise in barely dodging certain death. The telekinesis is only good for one solid hit every few minutes, and the rest of the time he's scrambling for a place to hide. Teleporting is less of a drain, but he's still awful enough at it that the steering's off. Odds are he'll accidentally come back into phase in front of someone as they're trying to navigate the streets or the buildings, flickering into tangibility with no warning and a bloody nose that won't quit.

Which is all to say: maybe you're minding your own business when a monster gets thrown in front of you. Maybe David teleports right into your path while you're making a run for it, or he shows up behind you while you're hiding out in a locked room. Anywhere's fair game. ]

Edited 2017-06-21 03:28 (UTC)

[The smell of burnt flesh is still lingering in Izzy's nose as she struts quickly to catch up with her much taller brother-in-law. If it weren't for the fact that they were all in danger, especially the people with no idea how to handle all of this, she'd be far more inclined to investigate one of the corpses left in their group's wake (y'know the ones that haven't retreated). Once she's in stride with him she peers back, very aware of her surroundings....and scanning for any other danger in the area.] I wish I knew what the hell these things were.

[Again, Izzy peers down at her pendant, but it's still not glowing in warning.] Then it might be a little easier to fight them.

[The petite shadowhunter continues moving confidently, staff in hand rather than her whip for the moment--knowing that it'll be effective...or can be changed quickly if needed. Speaking of her staff, gesturing with it slightly, Izzy decides she better share what she knows from her trip home and then the way thus far toward the hospital.] They're slightly afraid of the electricity from my whip and it has a bit of an effect.

[Sharing is caring. And Magnus has magic, so he might be able to do something with that, after all? It is probably a little telling that Izzy is completely calm and speaking in a conversational tone in the midst of all of this, though.

She may look like someone that can't handle herself in her heels, full face of makeup, impeccably curled hair, and stylish ensemble, but she's very much a warrior.] You noticed anything worth sharing?

I dig the scrub shirt with the jeans. Very fashion forward. [Is Izzy's greeting, though it's devoid of her usual flirt, charm, and the red lipped smile that she alway shas. Instead, she stands before Roman in warrior mode....mostly. The petite shadowhunter stands tall in her heels, hands finding their way to her hips, the serpent bracelet slipping down to rest against the base of her thumb...more than ready to be used should she have to jump into the fray any more.

Still, though, she's in the hospital and ready to do what she can to defend things here. And that's why she's approached the de facto coordinating leader of the hospital. It isn't to compliment him on his shirt choice, unfortunately.] I'm Izzy...you're Roman, right?

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It's not only the screams that jolts him out of his peace, reading through some books while sitting out on the patio. Well, at first, it's definitely the screaming. He doesn't realize it then, but later would notice that so much damage had already been done by the time the intruders reached the main housing area. So much death, pungent stench of blood in the air, wafting in like a poisonous cloud through the streets.

His fists clench, staring out into the streets, trying to make out what's going on the chaos. There's injured people fumbling about, screaming and dying on the streets and he can see faint shapes of unknown beings on rooftops, jumping and leaping at great speed. He watches them, mesmerized for a moment, like it's all so fascinating. But he soon snaps back to reality: How, when did this all happen? What is even happening? The first thing he does is rush to his laptop. Maybe someone might've posted something about it? The moment he reads the latest post on the network, his eyes going wide and a surge of adrenaline rushes through him. Then it comes; He hears a thundering boom from down the block. Once more, he rushes outside to see plumes of dark smoke in the distance.

"Damnit— Yukari! Are you in?"

He hadn't checked to see if she was still home, as she practiced her archery quite regularly and went outside much more often than he did. Whether she's here or not, it doesn't matter. He has to do something... something that isn't barricading himself inside his home like a coward, anyway, but he's defenseless without a weapon.

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With Yukari's help, he'd made his way to the police station and searched frantically for a weapon, he was directed towards his 'belongings' that the sheriff had been holding for him. For him? What? Henry didn't even realize he had any other belongings to speak of, but once he laid eyes on it, he knew.

Once the beam saber was activated, he found that it was much more effective than he gave it credit and while the creatures were enormous and terrifying? He wasn't afraid. Strangely enough, he felt elated, like something in him had awoken as he struck a creature on the arm and left a nasty, searing gash with the strength of the beam saber. It wasn't really phased by it, but distracting enough for him to leap away, then try again.

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He gets carried away with his work. The monster he'd encountered is tough and his body still feels sluggish, like it's trying to catch up with his mind and failing. Then it gears up again, choking the handle of his weapon as he dashes forward then twists his body to nearly avoid a flailing club of an arm. Somehow, he'd gotten separated from Yukari, who'd been doing a lot of healing...stuff? Magic? He didn't really get a chance to ask in detail, but whatever it was, it'd sustained him from minor injuries.

Now, he's feeling a little reckless and perhaps worried for his sudden burst of confidence. Maybe he should retreat... but his carefulness betrays him, as thinking distracts him just long enough to be blindsided by a kick to his side with powerful legs. Sharp toenails cut into his ribs, blood seeping through the shirt as he cries out sharply. The landing is clumsy, kneeling on one knee as he holds a hand to the gash.

"F-Fuck... perhaps I bit off a little more than I could chew, eh?"

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Want a different scenario? Catch him in between fights?? :D HMU so we can just make shit up.

i. pool party; the 19th, afternoon

[ He's got no suit here, none of the armor plating built into it these days, but it's not the first time he's fought in civvies. The T-shirt and swim trunks aren't really the problem; Steve was made to be a weapon regardless of what covering or symbols he attaches to himself, even regardless of the shield, but it doesn't take him long, when the fight starts, to realize even he needs an advantage. Getting to it is another matter. He barely has time, after the small cell phone in his pocket vibrates nearly imperceptibly against his thigh with Laura's message, to get to the stereo and yank out the plug before shouting a sharp command over the sudden cessation of conversation and laughter into mild confusion and protest — Get inside the house, now! We're under attack from outside the wall! The latter isn't part of her warning, precisely, but Steve can put two and two together faster than most men, put words and action to what most would call gut instinct.

For all the good it does them. The creatures swarm almost immediately, and for all his attempts to put himself between them and the people Natasha had immediately begun to try to herd to safety, it's hard to say if the wet puddles he's stepping into on the deck are pool water or blood. He doesn't exactly have much opportunity to check. He hits hard and fast, but they're tougher and possibly faster. He's mostly keeping them distracted until they realize he's not an easy meal. The only reason he's still alive is because he hasn't been enough of a threat to bring them all on him at once while they tear through the rest of the party.

Well, that and the steak knife.

Seconds can seem to stretch out impossibly in battle, and battles are won by making the most of each one, so he can only keep going with what he's got. It's what he's always done.

He's tangling with one but can see another in his peripheral just as he manages to get enough distance to get a good grip on the knife to throw it into the thing's eye socket, a flash of metal in the hot sunshine. Its death throes are what knock the other one into Steve as he turns to meet it, and his lower back hits the edge of the pool before scraping over it as the creature's weight drags them both into the deep end of the water, the force of it on top of him driving the air from his lungs. He has to fight not to gasp for something that isn't there, a chill down his spine that he's not sure the pool is cold enough to account for, but there's enough instinct despite the shock — there's no time to get his bearings if he doesn't want it to have the same advantage, and he finds something like skin, scrambles along the knobs of its spine for purchase, managing to wrap his legs in a vice around its shoulders, preventing it from reaching back for him as it thrashes. And still he can feel the powerful arms straining against his grip. He's got no idea if it will make a difference to these things, but it's worth attempting the choke-hold anyway, and he hangs on until his lungs are screaming and he feels the body — finally — go slack under his hold. He pushes it down and away from him, kicking against it to the surface, gasping and reaching somewhat blindly for the edge.

Maybe he could use a hand up. ]

ii. around town; the 19th, afternoon into night

[ He helps Bucky and Natasha and any others fortify the Quill residence against attack as much as possible before they run the couple blocks to the house (give or take, since they cut across the street and through the neighbors' yards). There he puts on some dry clothes he's not especially attached to and leaves the house with his friends, shield on his arm. Natasha wants to go to the station to see about getting some of the guns they'd spotted on Sheriff Griffith's men and the strangers he can only assume came from the helicopter on the hospital's roof in the distance. Steve goes with her and Bucky to provide cover along the way, but splits off from the station, leaving them to haggle, presumably, while he sees how the shield fares against the intruders.

Turns out it's pretty darn well, though he won't mind a hand then or at any point during the battle. He can be found at various points throughout the town in the coming hours, usually some number of feet between himself and the enemy if he can manage it, to give himself the space to throw it. If he can't manage it, or if he's been able to debilitate one of the creatures enough to get closer, he'll keep the shield in hand and aim crushing blows at a skull or windpipe.

He fights until the end, even past the point where he's distracted by a friend dying as she fights by his side, taking a talon to his own gut. He'll heal fast, but not that fast, so it's a good thing this shirt is no great loss. It slows him, but only somewhat more than the exhaustion already at hand and taking its toll on even him after fighting so long.

It's all familiar, at least, a history written deep into his bones more than this town ever was. ]

iii. hospital; the 19th, night

[ Natasha plows through one of what seems to be the last of the creatures, Steve having been unwilling to give it the chance to run into the woods. It spells the end of the station wagon (and thank God something good can come of this) but knocks the thing right into his path, and he drops the shield onto its head, star-side down, boot following into the curve in quick succession, a blur of motion.

He nearly collapses into the car.

At the hospital, he can be found either getting stitched up by Natasha (the doctors have patients worse off to deal with, at least as far as Steve's concerned), or laying in a hospital bed with her afterwards. Maybe that would indicate a private moment any other time, but the hospital's overrun to a far greater degree than it's ever been at the start of the month — anyone around will be practically tripping over beds and gurneys, and there's only so much intruding possible. Steve's fresh bandaging may be visible between the previously blood-soaked, now dry and stiff slash in his shirt, while Natasha's noticeable bandages are wrapped around her wrist, and she may or may not already be asleep. ]

iv. skirting the woods; the 20th - 22nd, night

[ He takes the opportunity of that night and the next day to rest and, ostensibly, heal, though there's only so much of either he can indulge in when night falls again. He's still hurt, but recovered enough to fight for those who can't, and alongside those who will, patrolling the edges of town that night and the next, alternately sleeping during the day and waiting for reports on the casualties. ]

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[ She's not enjoying herself. Obviously. That would be barbaric. But Aranea's livelier than she's been in some time, maybe in the entire time she's been here. Familiarly awful is still familiar, after all, and after so much confusion and uncertainty there's something almost soothing about this return to what she knows. Find what's causing trouble, and stop it from causing any more; she's done that on two sides of the same war now, and she slides back into it like a favorite pair of gloves. Or set of armor, in this case.

She's not enjoying it, and there's nothing to indicate she's not taking it seriously when she sees Steve in the thick of it and decides to pitch in, making a leap that's higher than the rooftops surrounding them before she drives her lance down through the body of one of the creatures approaching him. But after blades drive through flesh and blood spatters pavement, she turns to him with a grin as she yanks her weapon free. ]

Knew you didn't get all that teaching art.

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[Blaine did not react well to the attack that first night. His mind kept getting assaulted by images that blurred between memories and what he was witnessing. Eventually he had found a quiet place to hole up and pull himself together. A fitful sleep later, Blaine was still feeling shaken but with a fierce determination. He knew, or felt he knew, what these things were.

He let himself into the butcher shop, an idea forming in his mind. But first, a text needed to be sent, directed to Peter Quill]

Let me hear from you, brother.

[His height has always been an advantage in battle, especially while trying to keep track of his overenthusiastic siblings. Instinctively, he keeps part of his awareness on them and if they're in a battle like this one, where they didn't start out together, that awareness keeps him searching for them while he fights his way through whatever obstacles keeping him from his family.

He can't here the crack of the whip over the chaos around him but Alec does hear his sister's voice. It's a relief to know she's okay, but it takes more time than he likes to get to her side. The monsters are tough, more like greater demons than the ones they normally hunted in New York.

As soon as he has the chance, Alec sprints toward his sister, using whatever is available to leap over the monsters or to clear a quick path to Izzy. He almost draws his bow when he sees the monster struggling in the coils of his whip, but Alec changes his mind. Arrows are too precious to use right now and he's not going to lose a knife just to put down a monster that he can kill with a sword.

It lashes out at him, but Alec evades, slipping in close enough to drive the seraph blade deep into one of the areas he'd figured out were a weakness. Moving away from the creature, he automatically places himself at Izzy's back, blades ready as he watches for the next threat.]

We need to get back home.

A. By the pool party.

[When the first scream occurs, Ana just closes her eyes for a second because there's no way in hell that can be a good sign. It's not a fun scream of someone getting thrown into a pool or doused with cold water. Instead, it's the sort of scream that cuts through her core and she just takes a deep breath before she opens her eyes and touches her fingertip to the side of her glasses.

The pokemon is far closer than she wanted it to be, and a hell of a lot faster than any human she'd ever seen. Even Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes. Looking around the pool party, and seeing that everyone is dressed as ridiculously as she is, this seems like the potential for a massacre. Wishing she had a machine gun to get everyone's attention she just yells:]

Get inside! Quick as you can!

After the pool party-closed to Bucky.

[Son of a bitch. That stupid floppy hat that had somehow managed to survive crawling back to town is now gone and Ana has no idea where it's gone. Of course it'd be one of the things she actually liked in her starter closet. But now she's just dressed in her bikini and stupid sandals and it's probably not the stupidest thing that she's fought in, but it's probably close.

At least she looks better than Bucky does any rate. Not that he doesn't look good in her opinion but her swimming attire looks more dignified than his shorts. So, without thinking, she kicks her stupid sandal in the face of one of the monsters, sending him in the direction of Bucky.]

Love the trunks, darling.

June 20th-on the streets.
[The Baroness would give a great deal to have her concussive guns at the moment. After all, if they could blow a hole in the building, she decided, they certainly could blow a hole in whatever the hell these happened to be. And later, she certainly would demand that everyone knew what the hell they were, not just the people who had good weapons and had come with the sheriff.

But for now, Ana swung the flaming stick like it was a sword, trying to advance, and not let any of them get behind her. She had gone to her house and changed her clothing, so she was in an exercise outfit that gave her some protection, but there were places where it had been torn to show smooth skin beneath. One more place was ripped open on her shoulder as the monster behind her got his teeth in, and Ana yelped in pain as she tried to bash the thing over it's head.

Looking around, Ana just called out for help as the thing let go and her nanomites slowly started to close over the chunk that had been removed from her skin.]

The 21st, the hospital, open

[In the end, she had come to the hospital, because Ana Lewis wasn't an idiot and there was safety in numbers. She was good, but no one was that good, and right now, she didn't feel right. Finding a nurse, Ana explained that she had been bitten, and she was sent for a shot which helped. After the shot, Ana wandered around the survivors, looking for people she cared for, people she didn't, and of course, anyone who might have information about whether or not those things were freaking zombies and they were going to be dealing with an outbreak any second.

Little did she know about Carl and what was going on elsewhere in town.

But her voice was soft when she asked:]

How ya feeling?

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( june event ) who's that pokemon?

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June 20th.

katniss everdeen | 19th, town & woods | ota

raven reyes | 19th & 20th, in town | ota

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david haller | june 19 | main street, all over the place

June 19th Midst of Battle

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henry cooldown ★ nineteenth ★ all around town ★ ota

Steve Rogers | 19th-22nd | all over the damn place | OPEN

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Blaine DeBeers | 20th | closed to Peter Quill

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