[He'd been having a good time, surprisingly. Nyx gave himself the day to just....not deal for awhile. His mind had already let go of the Salvatore family, and for once (with some help from Luna and Crowe) he figured he'd stop dwelling on how it felt to forget them.
As the screams rip through the afternoon breeze, however, he regrets that he didn't just stay home where he had his damned gear.
A shriek pierces his ears from the rooftop, echoed by a hundred more in the surrounding streets, and Nyx's mind locks down. It's not unlike the cry of monsters on the battlefield, of daemons crawling out from their hellish plane as night falls, and all at once it's like he never left the war. He jerks to face the nearest creature, leaping down upon the party, and he lifts a hand; doesn't think, only reacts as he's been trained to. Reaches deep inside himself and calls upon the well of power that was only waiting for this moment.
Clear, interlocking hexagons appear in a dome between his hand and the monster, and it crashes against it like a wall; its claws violently scrabble for purchase as it slides down the barrier to the ground. The magic shudders from the impact. Nyx shifts gears, dropping the barrier to call up lightning instead. A violent blue bolt of electricity thunders from his palm into the monster's chest, blowing it back against the house.
It's not dead, he can tell by the way it moves, but it's also not alone. More of them are jumping into the fray, and as he turns to survey the scene he can see that several people have already fallen in just the first handful of seconds. Between the screams he can hear others marshaling the survivors, trying to get people to safety. Wasting no more time Nyx vaults over a table to get to his bag and fishes out his kukri. He has no armor, barely any clothes, a single blade, and an arsenal of magic.
It almost feels like home.]
Armor would have been great right about now... | For Ibaraki
[These bastards are stronger than he expected. While it's still daylight, and they look almost human more than daemonic, he's admittedly having a harder time killing them than he'd like. They're fast, and they work together, and the longer he fights the less effective his lightning is.
Nyx warps across the street, ducking behind the dubious cover of a row of bushes to catch his breath and rethink his strategy. He's doing little more than slowing them down at this point, and in the chaos he's lost track of almost everyone. He has to get home to get his gear before he can start to really help these people. Decided, he moves into the backyard and hops a fence to get into the next block.
He hears it almost too late; a creak of sound, a whisper of air displaced by something large and heavy passing through it, and it's only by virtue of his training that the creature leaps over him when he throws himself to the ground. The delay doesn't slow it down at all. It twists the split second its feet touch the grass and is on him again. He casts a barrier, but the magic is too weak. It shatters on the second hit.
Nyx does his best to dodge claws and teeth, blocking with the blade of his kukri, but his skin is vulnerable and this one knows to avoid his hands. Short of electrocuting or freezing himself, his magic isn't going to help. Swearing, he tosses his kukri into the air, warping up after it in an attempt to stab the creature in the back, but it's too fast. The blade cuts into its shoulder instead of its spine, and suddenly there are claws digging into his side, throwing him to the dirt. Pain bursts like fire, and Nyx throws his arm up to keep teeth from closing around his throat.]
Well that could have gone better | Open to Nyx's House CR
[Nyx stumbles through his front door, saved only by Ibaraki's love of all things violent, and tries to stop himself from shaking. He'd thought he was prepared for something like this to happen. He was wrong. Nyx drips blood as he moves to the kitchen. The claw marks on his side had already soaked the fabric he'd stolen off some other unfortunate victim, but doing little to explain the blood that's staining the rest of him.
He takes a moment to turn on the tap, peering out the kitchen window to see if any of the creatures were nearby. He knows that Ibaraki has likely scared them all off, but he can't help the wariness. Rinsing his hands, Nyx splashes his face and breathes. Tries to ignore the lightheaded feeling encroaching on his senses. Then he grabs a towel to press against his wound with a hiss.
He's not sure if anyone's even home, but he makes his way back through the house to his bedroom anyway. There's a first aid kit in his bathroom, and more importantly: no windows.]
The push to safety | Open
[Once geared up and bandaged, Nyx feels like the soldier he used to be. He's fought monsters way bigger and way deadlier than these things all the time. He might not have been born to it, but battle like this has been his purpose for far too many years.
He heard the call on the network and makes his way towards the hospital, more intent on allowing others the chance to get there than making it there himself. Now that he has his armor he's less wary of getting up close to these things; warps directly onto any creature attacking someone to either take its head off or send it flying with a bolt of electricity.
It's no surprise to learn that they don't like fire, either. Very few things, he's found, actually do, and it explains why they are avoiding Ibaraki like the plague (not that it's seemed to help save their lives). He hasn't cast fire since he woke up in Wayward Pines, but there's nothing like a battle for your life to find out whether doing so will kill you again, is there?]
Hospital/Patrols | Open
[Nyx doesn't sleep after getting to dubious safety. He knows he should. Knows that while he's not on patrol there's little else to do but rest. He should get his wound seen to, at the very least, but Crowe is good with her hands and the bandaging will hold until he settles. He's tired, but it doesn't feel important. Like the adrenaline rush from getting here never quite eased; it's fueled by the sounds still filtering in from outside. The screams of those who didn't make it, and those that took advantage of the town's complacency.
He'd known there was danger, and he should have pressed harder. Maybe then there could have been a way to help stop this from happening.
He doesn't stay in the hospital the whole time. During the next day he goes out to help bring survivors to the hospital and carry supplies to survive what had turned into a frightening siege. At night he sits on the roof, watching Magnus's ring of fire and taking pot shots at anything that decides to get too close.
By the last day he's shaking. The magic use, the injury, and a lack of actual rest building into a cocktail of unpleasantness that tells him crashing is imminent, and that he'd better be somewhere flat if he doesn't want to just fall over.]
Nyx Ulric | He's all over the place | Open
[He'd been having a good time, surprisingly. Nyx gave himself the day to just....not deal for awhile. His mind had already let go of the Salvatore family, and for once (with some help from Luna and Crowe) he figured he'd stop dwelling on how it felt to forget them.
As the screams rip through the afternoon breeze, however, he regrets that he didn't just stay home where he had his damned gear.
A shriek pierces his ears from the rooftop, echoed by a hundred more in the surrounding streets, and Nyx's mind locks down. It's not unlike the cry of monsters on the battlefield, of daemons crawling out from their hellish plane as night falls, and all at once it's like he never left the war. He jerks to face the nearest creature, leaping down upon the party, and he lifts a hand; doesn't think, only reacts as he's been trained to. Reaches deep inside himself and calls upon the well of power that was only waiting for this moment.
Clear, interlocking hexagons appear in a dome between his hand and the monster, and it crashes against it like a wall; its claws violently scrabble for purchase as it slides down the barrier to the ground. The magic shudders from the impact. Nyx shifts gears, dropping the barrier to call up lightning instead. A violent blue bolt of electricity thunders from his palm into the monster's chest, blowing it back against the house.
It's not dead, he can tell by the way it moves, but it's also not alone. More of them are jumping into the fray, and as he turns to survey the scene he can see that several people have already fallen in just the first handful of seconds. Between the screams he can hear others marshaling the survivors, trying to get people to safety. Wasting no more time Nyx vaults over a table to get to his bag and fishes out his kukri. He has no armor, barely any clothes, a single blade, and an arsenal of magic.
It almost feels like home.]
Armor would have been great right about now... | For Ibaraki
[These bastards are stronger than he expected. While it's still daylight, and they look almost human more than daemonic, he's admittedly having a harder time killing them than he'd like. They're fast, and they work together, and the longer he fights the less effective his lightning is.
Nyx warps across the street, ducking behind the dubious cover of a row of bushes to catch his breath and rethink his strategy. He's doing little more than slowing them down at this point, and in the chaos he's lost track of almost everyone. He has to get home to get his gear before he can start to really help these people. Decided, he moves into the backyard and hops a fence to get into the next block.
He hears it almost too late; a creak of sound, a whisper of air displaced by something large and heavy passing through it, and it's only by virtue of his training that the creature leaps over him when he throws himself to the ground. The delay doesn't slow it down at all. It twists the split second its feet touch the grass and is on him again. He casts a barrier, but the magic is too weak. It shatters on the second hit.
Nyx does his best to dodge claws and teeth, blocking with the blade of his kukri, but his skin is vulnerable and this one knows to avoid his hands. Short of electrocuting or freezing himself, his magic isn't going to help. Swearing, he tosses his kukri into the air, warping up after it in an attempt to stab the creature in the back, but it's too fast. The blade cuts into its shoulder instead of its spine, and suddenly there are claws digging into his side, throwing him to the dirt. Pain bursts like fire, and Nyx throws his arm up to keep teeth from closing around his throat.]
Well that could have gone better | Open to Nyx's House CR
[Nyx stumbles through his front door, saved only by Ibaraki's love of all things violent, and tries to stop himself from shaking. He'd thought he was prepared for something like this to happen. He was wrong. Nyx drips blood as he moves to the kitchen. The claw marks on his side had already soaked the fabric he'd stolen off some other unfortunate victim, but doing little to explain the blood that's staining the rest of him.
He takes a moment to turn on the tap, peering out the kitchen window to see if any of the creatures were nearby. He knows that Ibaraki has likely scared them all off, but he can't help the wariness. Rinsing his hands, Nyx splashes his face and breathes. Tries to ignore the lightheaded feeling encroaching on his senses. Then he grabs a towel to press against his wound with a hiss.
He's not sure if anyone's even home, but he makes his way back through the house to his bedroom anyway. There's a first aid kit in his bathroom, and more importantly: no windows.]
The push to safety | Open
[Once geared up and bandaged, Nyx feels like the soldier he used to be. He's fought monsters way bigger and way deadlier than these things all the time. He might not have been born to it, but battle like this has been his purpose for far too many years.
He heard the call on the network and makes his way towards the hospital, more intent on allowing others the chance to get there than making it there himself. Now that he has his armor he's less wary of getting up close to these things; warps directly onto any creature attacking someone to either take its head off or send it flying with a bolt of electricity.
It's no surprise to learn that they don't like fire, either. Very few things, he's found, actually do, and it explains why they are avoiding Ibaraki like the plague (not that it's seemed to help save their lives). He hasn't cast fire since he woke up in Wayward Pines, but there's nothing like a battle for your life to find out whether doing so will kill you again, is there?]
Hospital/Patrols | Open
[Nyx doesn't sleep after getting to dubious safety. He knows he should. Knows that while he's not on patrol there's little else to do but rest. He should get his wound seen to, at the very least, but Crowe is good with her hands and the bandaging will hold until he settles. He's tired, but it doesn't feel important. Like the adrenaline rush from getting here never quite eased; it's fueled by the sounds still filtering in from outside. The screams of those who didn't make it, and those that took advantage of the town's complacency.
He'd known there was danger, and he should have pressed harder. Maybe then there could have been a way to help stop this from happening.
He doesn't stay in the hospital the whole time. During the next day he goes out to help bring survivors to the hospital and carry supplies to survive what had turned into a frightening siege. At night he sits on the roof, watching Magnus's ring of fire and taking pot shots at anything that decides to get too close.
By the last day he's shaking. The magic use, the injury, and a lack of actual rest building into a cocktail of unpleasantness that tells him crashing is imminent, and that he'd better be somewhere flat if he doesn't want to just fall over.]