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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.

MOD NOTES

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.

PLEASE INCLUDE IN YOUR TOP-LEVEL SUBJECT LINE: Character Name, date, location, and open or closed, to help keep things a bit more organized.

If you have any questions regarding this event, feel free to ask them here!

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Option a.)

[Laura has had a lot of pent-up feelings, since Logan vanished. It only gets worse when she wakes up the morning of the 19th and feels every muscle on her grow tense with the lingering fear behind nightmares that aren't truly nightmares; memories from her life — her real life — begin to trickle in through out the day. She skips school again (again, because it's more and more normal to skip now that her father is MIA).

She wanders the edges of the forest, restless, angry, confused. She should tell her sister, or someone she trusts, but she just can't. She couldn't. Remembering is... awful. Knowing her dream of her father is real? Is awful, heart wrenching, and she angrily claws at some of the trees edging the town with a red face and tears on her face. She only calms when confusion strikes her — on one tree she's about to slice into, there are already slice marks.

It confounds her. She runs a thumb along it, wondering if there's someone else like her out here, cutting into anything she can that isn't human.

But then the screams happen as she starts home.

Shadows pass around her. Her nostrils work wildly and her pupils constrict.

...So that's what the screams are.

Laura will be making a call out to everyone in an attempt to warn them of the creatures, but it's much too late to spare most people from the sudden attack. You may be in the process of getting attacked right now — but perhaps you're fortunate to have Laura around. Indeed, just as the beast moves to slice you apart and consume you, there's a wild feral scream, a battle cry, before Laura comes flying off the nearest roof, or maybe off the top of a car, to land on the thing's back.

She'll start wildly slamming her claws into the thing's neck or throat, blood spraying everywhere.

.... Hello.

I'm your frightening helper.]

Option b.)

[Maybe you'll find Laura in the midst of battle as it is. Maybe she's accidentally cutting through and knocking over a light post after slashing at one of the horribly fast monsters. Or maybe Laura might need your help; after all, she's quick, but she's not someone who can run 30 miles an hour; indeed, she's a little in over her head out in the open, and it would be wise to drag her back in to safety.

It may seem too late, to your character; she may be under one of the beasts, getting slashed apart, blood splashing the asphalt or grass or cement. Despite what they may think, she'll walk it off, no worries. Just give her a moment to compose herself, you know?

... She just may need a new shirt.]

early: [ If anyone would notice when all the birds stop singing, it's Kal. Not just because he's used to catching little details like this, has far too many years of noticing the unnatural to miss it, but because he can tell that it's all of the birds instead of a patch here or there. And that's what has him heading for his locker, pulling out the black and white costume that he'd been handed back on his first day back in town.

It has him listening further, catching the additional heartbeats with something very much like a chill before he walks out of the firehouse dressed in what some people might think of as ridiculous pajamas. But then the scream sounds-

And when the first blood hits the air, he smells it. Smells it with a heart cluched and his fists clenched as he makes a decision and pushes himself up into the sky. He's not sure this is a job for Superman, but it sure as hell isn't something he's about to sit back and watch.]

around town: [ Where is Kal?

Wherever he's needed.

At first, he'd used his heat-vision extensively, since it seemed like the creatures were very averse to the heat and the burning, more so than the physical beat-down he might dish out. He still packed enough of a wallup to send them fleeing with their tails between their legs, but the fire in his eyes was something else.

...then he'd taken a look at the DNA of one of the fallen and almost been sick.

Now, though, he's responding to any call for help, any scream of pain or anguish or fear he can catch in the cacophony. The creatures noises are an interference that he's a little too rusty to work around easily but it's not too hard to find people who need the assistance when he heads to the air. Less with the heatvision, now that he's seen that they were at least once human, that there's a kind of semi-sentience to them. But he doesn't pull his punches much; these things are vicious and if it's between the peaceful people of this town and the monsters trying to feed on them, there's just no competition.

So if you see a perhaps-familiar gentleman with a potentially familiar symbol on his chest flying through the air and punching creatures hard enough to literally put them through buildings, well... he'll deal with the consequences of that later. For now, he's working on saving everyone he can. ]

[ Lantar CAN hit a top speed of over 30 miles an hour. In peak form, he can hit higher. He is not in peak form, but it doesn't stop him from body slamming one of the monster clean off of her after clearing the half the length of Main Street in three seconds flat. ]

Fuck!

[ It's too late. That's a fatal wound. That's a fatal wound and he's got no way of fixing it. He reaches out and tries to pick the little human up but he gets piled on by two more of the assholes. One gets gutted by a set of long talons to the gut, entrails spilling onto the tarmac. The other staggers off with a matching set of gaping wounds to its throat.

Lantar pushes himself back up, getting his feet under him and-

And... the girl's getting up too? ]

[Laura does stagger up to her feet, dribbling blood as the wound on her stomach starts to close; she holds it with her hands for a moment, and when the skin starts to tether back together under the mess of tattered shirt and blood she snarls up at the monster that's trying to stagger off. It's doomed anyway, but she's pissed off, and she shoots the claws back out from between her knuckles and lunges forward, sliding the adamantium-coated blades through the underside of the beast's jaw, no doubt cutting into its brain.

When she jerks her claws back out of the creature and turns to Lantar, she looks ready to lunge at him — until she realizes he's not one of them. She stares.]

¿Un mutante?

Edited (spelling ashlee pls) 2017-06-19 06:57 (UTC)

shelter/supplies (earlier): [ At first, Randel doesn't want any part of this, any of it. The scream sounds out and he closes his eyes, closes his ears, and starts closing the shelter early because he can just feel it, the tension in the air, like a battlefield before the first shots are fired. The scream... he wishes he didn't know what it was, what it really was. He wishes he could think it was like any of the other screams, but there's something in his gut that tells him different.

He knows a signal when he hears it. And the creatures that pour out from the shadows confirm every fear he might have had.

And the thing is, the thing is that he knows he's a coward. He knows what he should do, what he'd do if he was back in his own world, the real world, the world he's been running away from his entire time here. He knows that there's a lantern on his hip and that the switch is his to flick. But he can't quite do it yet. He can't quite let go.

If anyone needs food or shelter, he has it, at least right now. ]

TÖTEN SIE! (around town): [ Randel didn't want to do this.

Randel never wants to do this.

That's why he'd gone to the hospital. He'd hoped he had the right idea, but of course he hadn't. And he'd hoped he'd learn something useful, but all he'd gotten was more questions and greater fears. But while he was trying to make his way back to the shelter, the inevitable had happened: he'd been attacked.

And the lantern had been opened.

The creature hadn't expected the massive shears to slice through it's arm. It also hadn't expected to feel the barrel of a massive handgun against it's forehead.

Though it'd only felt it for a second before the trigger was pulled and it's brains were splattered across the pavement. The next one didn't come for him. He'd gone for it, his anger and his frustration, his heart and his soul screaming as the blood spattered against his face. He didn't know if it was his or the creatures; it didn't matter, ultimately, as long as the thing died.

It died. The next one died too. All of them would die, all of them, kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill Töten Sie Töten Sie Töten Sie TÖTEN SIE!TÖTEN SIE!TÖTEN SIE!

Was he bleeding? Probably. He might even be dying. But it doesn't matter, it would never matter. There was an enemy before him. There was something that needed killing. There was a battlefield, the only place he was useful, the only place he could do anything, where he knew how to function at all. And even broken as he was, this was at least something.

He would kill until there was nothing left to kill.

He would kill until something managed to kill him first.

So if you see a blood-covered monster with hollow eyes, a handgun as large as a sawed off, shears like something out of a nightmare? He won't save you. But he might just kill what's trying to kill you. ]

aftermath: [ You might assume from the massive wounds all over his body, cuts reopened, nasty gashes in more than a few places, a stab wound or two, a broken arm... well, you might assume that the giant man is crying because he's in pain.

And you'd be right. As long as you don't think it's the physical pain.

Because he's mourning the dead. He's mourning the monsters. He's mourning all of the blood on him, the blood in him, the blood in his nightmares, and all the new hands reaching out of his guilty conscious to try and drag him to hell. He's mourning the feeling of safety, a feeling that had been on it's last legs, but now... now it's gone. It's gone and he feels like he's a child again, listening to his father, begging him not to kill, never to kill, and that only makes it worse. Everything makes it worse. Why should he ever expect anything to ever get better? ]

Edited 2017-06-19 07:06 (UTC)

[ Guess who DIDN'T skip school because he's trying to be good to makes sure that his foster mom doesn't get into any kind of trouble over him?

Yeah, you guessed right. Which is why he's trying to get home NOW. Not that he makes it without trouble, namely one of them jumping out of the woods at him. And of course, he has exactly one reaction to that.

...the problem is that while he may have broken it's arm? Iiiiit's getting up. Help? ]

Edited (edited to reflect phone conversation elsewhere!) 2017-06-19 07:21 (UTC)

a: First screams | Near the pool party, at the beginning

Iris had thought this would be her chance to take a break. Things have been... well. ‘Not good’, to put it simply. First the accident, then the trickle down of memories that made her realize exactly what happened to Clarus back home, then the failure in the barrier when she had been camping… there’s just a long list of weird stuff going on. So she had thought a pool party was the best way to charge batteries, to go back to her old self, to see the glass half-full.

But the only thing attending the pool party accomplished was that she is now running around trying to defend herself while wearing a cover up over a swimsuit, which is definitely not ideal. She’s not fighting the creatures, not yet anyway, she’s simply trying to reach the next house over to try to find something to defend herself with, bit doing so while trying to dodge the invaders is proving to be pretty hard.

“Take cover!” She will yell to anyone in her way, possibly while jumping over them. But if whoever gets on her way looks weak or like they can’t defend themselves she will definitely go out of her way to try to protect them or bring them somewhere safe.

b; Gonna kick some pokemon ass | Around the city, the first day

Once she’s managed to get to her house and change clothes… well, she’s not going to just sit and wait this out. Not when she saw so many people in danger, so many people who couldn’t defend themselves. She’s not a fan of projectile weapons- she’s not a fan of weapons at all, but it’s very clear her fist aren’t going to help in this situation. So she made do with what she found in the kitchen.

She’s carrying some knives, but she doesn’t seem to be jumping to attack the invaders carelessly. She was trained as much as her father would allow, yes, but part of that training is knowing when you shouldn’t jump into battle recklessly. Especially when you’re on your own.

“Hey!” She will yell (or whisper, if the person is hiding) to anyone who seems to need help. “Come with me! I’ll show you a safe place.”

Sadly, as the night goes on she becomes more tired... which in turn makes her more and more reckless. It’s only a matter of time before one of them got a hold of her, and eventually she lets out a pretty loud scream as one of them hit the back of her leg during one of her parkour-style jumps over the invaders. Luckily for her the invader seems distracted by attacking someone else so she manages to run slash crawl into a hiding place, but if anyone spots her... it’s very obvious she’s in pain.

“I… may need a little help.” She tells to anyone who approaches.

c; The other kind of shield | The hospital, after the first night

After that no one will allow her to go back to fighting the invaders, and she respects it. It takes her a few moments, but soon she’s just as determined to help in the safe haven Cain and others had set up in the hospital as she was to fight against the monsters.

She’s slow, her leg is all bandaged up and sometimes she will need to grab the crutches, but overall she isn’t letting most people see how much pain she’s in and she keeps trucking along.

“Are you hurt? How can I help?”

June 19th

ʜᴏᴍᴇ (ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ: ʟɪɢʜᴛᴡᴏᴏᴅs)
[Magnus is certain that the only reason he senses that anything might be wrong is because he's home, close to the wards he'd been slowly weaving into the walls of the house ever since receiving his spellbooks. There's a shiver in the periphery of his awareness as something brushes against the invisible barriers around the property, not trying to break through as much as gently testing the wards. Normally, he'd write it off as some sort of wild animal, especially when the birds go quiet in the trees, but there's something not right about the presence.

It's not until he hears the screams that he's on his feet, his book left behind as he reaches for his phone to call Alec and Izzy. He splits his focus between dialing and weaving through the house, descending into the basement for a weapon even as he murmured into the phone while listening to it ringing on the other end.] Pick up, Alexander. Pick up.

sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs (ᴏᴘᴇɴ: ᴍᴇʟᴇᴇ/ʀᴇsᴄᴜᴇ)
[Once the message goes up that people are heading to the hospital for shelter, Magnus along with the Lightwood siblings decide to join them in hopes that they'll be able to do the greatest amount of good for the most people possible. The only problem is that the hospital is literally as far away from their home as it's possible to get in the small town, which wouldn't be much of a hassle if it weren't for the packs of murderous monsters picking off anyone stupid enough to be on the streets of the town.

Unfortunately, Magnus is one of those stupid people. He's running through town with a very definite goal, but that doesn't mean he won't stop to help anyone in obvious need of it. Offering a hand, quite literally for those who might have fallen, he'll give a tight smile.] Are you alright? Can you make it to the hospital? We'll take you there.

[Half of the time he's wielding a guandao, as long as he is tall with a wicked blade on the end. But even when he loses it somewhere in the fray on Main Street, he can be seen casting magic in direction of any intruders. He'll be relieved once someone tells him about their weakness to fire since it's a specialty of his.]

ʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ (ᴏᴘᴇɴ: ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ/ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴsᴇ)
[Finally making it to their destination, Magnus is quick to find those who have been put in charge of defensive strategy. He figures that someone must be organizing the operation, given the network announcement, but finding anyone to guide him in the midst of the chaos taking over the hospital is difficult at best. He keeps getting sidetracked or slightly lost thanks to the sterile white sameness of everything. After some moments of frustration, he catches someone's attention.]

Excuse me, do you know who's organizing defenses? I can help, but we need to hurry.

[Though he could offer himself for offense, he has enough experience and strength in him to put up magical wards around the hospital, ideally in the form of tamed fire that won't spread beyond his control. Such a large area would require all of his concentration to raise, let alone maintain, and he'll need somewhere quiet to work if he wants to hold any kind of useful barrier for more than a couple of hours. He might even suggest sectioning off a smaller wing of the hospital for everyone to retreat to, decreasing the range of territory everyone needs to defend and patrol. Once he finds anyone remotely in charge—the name Roman is floating around—and given permission to continue, he'll be too focused to defend himself lest something sneaks inside during his preparations.]

June 20th

ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ (ᴏᴘᴇɴ)
[With the intruders retreating in long enough stretches of time to let down the strongest of their defenses, Magnus turns his attention to healing anyone in need of immediate medical attention. He knows that he needs to conserve what strength he has, and he really should be using this time to restore his energy, but there are people in dire need of assistance. Luckily, he can tell the difference between a shallow cut and something potentially fatal, and he'll do his best to stop any bleeding and infections even if he can't make wounds disappear entirely. He also, unfortunately, isn't sparing any strength to minimize the pain of mending broken bones or stitching skin back together.] This is going to sting a little, dear.

ᴡᴀʀᴅs (ᴏᴘᴇɴ: ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴡᴇɪʟᴅᴇʀs/sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟs)
[On the second day, Magnus' strength is flagging. Though he's been able to draw from both Alec and Isabelle, he needs more support if he's going to be keeping up his portion of the defenses around the hospital. He looks slightly gray as he wanders around, checking the wards but also looking for any source of strength that might allow him to stay useful for just a little while longer. There are sparks of energy in some the people around him, though he can't identify specifically what they are for some reason—he chalks that up to how exhausted he is rather than anything stranger that might be at work. All he can tell is that certain people have extra energy, most likely supernatural, that could be useful now that he's running low on his own magic. For those sparks bright enough, he doesn't have enough shame to stop himself from asking for help.]

Apologies for being so forward, but you wouldn't happen to know magic, would you?

[He might also put out a request for help, either through Alec or Roman, with an emphasis on finding people who are able and willing to lend Magnus a bit of their strength when necessary.]

June 21st

ᴇxʜᴀᴜsᴛɪᴏɴ (ᴏᴘᴇɴ)
[In the morning, Magnus collapses. He's already been forced to rest when possible by an over-protective husband, but he's weakened to the point of passing out entirely due to both physical and magical exhaustion. Unfortunately at this point, no amount of strength lent to him will restore his ability to raise wards, or really do anything other than not die. Hopefully his timing isn't terrible because his wards will be useless without him able to function as a direct source of power for them. Once he regains consciousness, he tries to struggle to his feet to get back to his post but will ultimately wobble and, if he manages to stand, slump against the nearest surface.] How long was I out?

ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ
[What it says on the tin! Magnus is available for action anywhere in town during the 19th but will be confined to the hospital for the remainder of the event.

June 19th. Hospital.
That's me. More or less.

[ He shakes his head, gestures a bit like it's clearing his head. Starting over. Take two. ]

I'm Roman, I've been putting a lot of the pedal to the metal here and keeping things organized.

[ The face looks familiar but right now isn't the time for reunions. As for himself, he looks completely unharmed. In a pair of borrowed jeans and a scrub top because really, better than what he'd had on when all this started at the pool party, but at least he only looks a normal sort of frazzled rather than overwhelmed. ]

How can you help, and what do you need?

( see starters below )

[ jyn and poe are bickering outside go ask alice (having taken it outside because their bickering got too loud for the like two patrons that didn't attend peter's party), both too busy arguing to notice the sudden silence from the birds, when the first screams happen. less than a second later cassian has joined them, phone in hand, after hearing laura's message.

it doesn't take long for them to spring into action, war is pretty much their lives after all.

after sprinting home to collect their blasters and as many steak knives they can conceivably carry for spare projectile weapons, scribbling notes for housemates about calling cassian's cell for help, the group has only a couple of objectives: find and collect friends and family and, much to jyn's excitement, violence. after a rendezvous with pietro, the plan becomes adjusted: find and collect friends and family and escort them to the hospital safe zone and, still, so much violence.

if you want to be helped or collected by cassian, jyn, or poe on the first day, this is the place for you! feel free to request a specific character in the subject line if you'd like a one on one thread. ]

Edited 2017-06-19 21:29 (UTC)

[ so it turns out, these things are fucking scary. they literally tear people apart, horrifying in the sheer strength and violence of their dispatch of citizens and shrubbery and wayward deer that had earlier sought refuge in the town lines. it's a massacre.

night brings some respite, time for blasters to recharge, time to bandage wounds and scrapes, time to salvage any weapon possible from the confines of the hospital. (time to teach people to keep fire from the oxygen tanks, god damn.)

the next day they're out again, running through town trying to find people in danger and hustle them to the relative safety of the hospital and trying to defend and maintain the safety of the hospital.

if you want to be helped or collected by cassian, jyn, or poe on the second day or rendezvous at the de facto hospital base, come on down! feel free to request a specific character in the subject line if you'd like a one on one thread. ]

[ jyn shifts back and forth on the sidewalk in front of the hospital, eyes flickering around with the keen familiarity of someone who has been in a fight before. this is like jedha, scarif, tamsye prime and skuhl and pretty much anywhere she'd spent any time under the rule of the empire. which roughly adds up to... her entire life.

she taps her blaster against her thigh, agitated by the lull. there were just a handful of the monster approaching but they had slunk back into the shadows upon the blaster fire aimed at them. jyn would rather they be right in front of her than literally anywhere else. at least if they're in front of her she knows how to deal with them: violently.

instead she's fidgeting in discomfort, patience has never been her virtue. ] They don't even give the star's daughter a name! She's just called the star's daughter!

[ and arguing. she is still arguing with poe. ]

Blaine was enjoying himself at the party, chatting it up with those who were attending and slowly working his way to a drunken state. But then shit hit the fan. Those things literally crashed the party and people started scattering. Blaine staggered a little at the chaos unfolding around him. It was terrifying for sure, but also unsettling in its familiarity. The strength of these creatures, the speed, the way they would thrash and claw at anyone who came close.

He could smell the smoke, feel the heat, see the blood... A familiar voice cut through the jumble in his mind.

"Iris?" His eyes were wild as they locked onto her.

Around town. Early 19th.
[ Roman is being stupid, and he knows it. Given the chance, however, between being needlessly safe and distressingly reckless, he'd rather go with the second because reckless doesn't mean the same thing for him as it does for basically everyone else in the whole town. All it means for him is potential downtime before he'll come back and carry on.

That's a lot of what he does while he makes it across town. Finds someone, or is found by the monsters, fights back, gets varying levels of injured, recovers because immortality has nice perks sometimes, gets back into the fight. Over and over again until his brain finally finishes forming that plan he was considering.

That said, he could do better during an invasion of degenerate monsters than just a steak knife he grabbed during the pool party. He could definitely do better than swim trunks and a loose tank top that's already got some rips and shreds to it from working his way through the monster crowd. Doesn't matter overall. He's going to push his way through and listen or look for anyone in need of help while on his way across town. About halfway there, more sense kicks in and he hotwires a car parked along the sidewalk before flooring it to the hospital. ]

Hospital. 19th-22nd.
[ Once he's there, Roman takes charge. Not that there aren't problems here, too, but instinct and faint memories and just vast amounts of nebulous experience spur him to work with what feels natural. He works with anyone who's already there, starts forming plans, reaches out as soon as he can, and gets the place in order. Thankfully he also ends up with jeans and a scrub shirt. Look, it's important, okay???

He doesn't know everything, but a united front is better than keeping the town scattered in small, easily-decimated numbers. For the rest of the invasion, he's more or less found in varying states of awake and exhausted while trying to keep the perimeter safe, people with all their unique skills organized, and maintaining as much calm and rationality in the building as he can. Bother him at your leisure, really. ]

Edited 2017-06-19 23:26 (UTC)

That was weird. [ He will concede the point. ] But so was the part in the first one when Santa Claus said wars were ugly when women fight them. Didn't get that, unless it was a compliment.

[ He doesn't think it was a compliment.

Poe stretches, arms overhead, apparently at ease even though he's as alert and wary as Jyn. These things like ambushes, they've learned that much. Poe does not like ambushes. Unless he's the one doing them. Then they're okay. ] But what about Reepicheep? And it had Edmund and Lucy--don't start, I like Lucy. But you're lying if you don't think you and Reepicheep would get along. Either that or you'd kill each other.

[ Reepicheep is smol and fighty and reminds him of Jyn. ]

Edited 2017-06-20 00:14 (UTC)

.• wanda's prologue ( tl;dr )

[ Once upon a time, she was the monster. A "witch" is the most highlighted words her returned memories had given her, the witch who could only destroy all that was around her with a wave of her fingers. She'd hid her tricks, avoiding any red glow from her hands while in this town, in an outreached attempt at not bearing the same reputation she had worn in her past. But then the true terrors arose, angry nightmares storming through the town in what felt like the speed of a hasty breath. One by one, they clawed at the innocents, glass-shattering screams following after every strike. Just like her fingers could make red, so could these creatures. Except, while she could create wisps of light, they could only bring about blood —

She marches into the streets, waving her hands to call forth her magic. The waves of energy that flow from her fingertips float through the air towards the shattered debris of destroyed doors and fences, picking them up with a simple thought to crush together into a thickened shield of boards. It isn't meant to be unbreakable but as the invaders rush towards running civilians, she tosses the various concocted pieces in front of the creatures. It won't stop them but it's a temporary obstacle for the sharp claws, allowing the innocents to make their escape, to have enough time to stop being targets.

Time and energy become things she stops trying to count and measure as it becames an endless game of using her magic to push them away, all the while running for cover during every opportunity she's able. As far as Wanda can tell, their interest in her is little. The magic doesn't seem something they're pleased with, but there's still plenty of defenseless flesh for them to tail. She doesn't know how long she's been at it, only that she can't stop. Even with harsh breaths, she conjures up spell after spell. Distractions, distractions, she thinks, all in hopes to let people escape, to give people time to run.

There are faces she recognizes, but there's little chance to chat in the midst of the fighting, not a single second wasted to pause. Except for one —

It's the familiarity of silver hair, the blurry sight of a zipping figure. Pietro is fighting them, as she would never doubt he'd attempt to do. He was always the stronger one, she believed, but perhaps it was more than he was just the most stubborn boy, always barging into battles whether he was able to win them or not. Even now, with a pipe in hand, hopelessly waving it around madly, trying to sneak hits from behind.

But even with his speed, he sometimes never paid close enough attention to all that went on around him. Because the claws (the claws) she sees them make a rushing swipe at him, sharp nails closing in towards his neck.

— she can't lose him, not again, not again, he almost died once, he was dead once, no, twice, pietro, no, not my brother, please — ]

.• wanda's rescue ( open )

[ Wanda screams. A wide span of red light escapes from her fingers and speed fast at the creature, one end curving around the neck, the other around the arm that reaches out for Pietro, and in her mind, she pulls, merely by a thought, by an instinct.

She hears the harsh cry of the creature as its arm rips from its body, but soon the head follows, the rough pull of the neck tearing it separate. The others stop in their tracks, their eyes fall on their fallen brother only for a second before they fall upon Wanda. Out of breath, she stands there, her legs frozen with a concoction of drive and fear, eyes wide as she looks upon them all.

They begin to move and she thinks, for a brief moment of imaginary victory, they're leaving, it's done, this was a message, she thinks, but she knows she's a fool immediately. Because just as her heart pounds brutally in her chest and her mind stops, there's suddenly more than she remembers. In front of her, beside her, behind.

( a ) The one right before her is large, scraps of wood pierced in its skin with little bother to it. It crawls on all fours, walking over the bloody corpse of its kind, with death in its eyes.

( b ) Several in the buildings on either side of her heard the deadly cry from before. They slip out of doors, out of windows, settling on their next target.

( c ) From behind, she can hear more at the other far end of the street, clawing at broken debris and fallen corpses, fighting cheap obstacles. It's hardly enough to slow them down.

( d ) Even from the rooftops, she can feel the piercing glares from above. With her at the center of the street, a simple jump is all it could take to take her.

Of course they wouldn't leave. She was a killer. She was their killer. Such a threat couldn't be left alone. ]

( OOC NOTE: according to mod input, wanda's powerful magic makes her a big target for the creatures! if you're interested in helping her out from getting attacked, you can go for any of the options above. don't worry about doubling or mixing timelines! ♥ )

Edited 2017-06-20 00:53 (UTC)

June 19th

Fighting through Town/Rescue mission

[Alec knows that this is dangerous. They should hide in the basement and wait out the invasion. But that's something that any of them can do. Especially when Alec and Izzy were trained to protect the world from monsters and their safe little town is overrun with the kinds of nightmares Shadowhunters are supposed to defend Mundanes from.

There's a hint of various memories that spurs Alec on as they head for the hospital. Another town, a city, under siege. Max and all the children who had died during the war keep him moving forward, fighting as if he has his parabatai's grace and power. The blade in his hand glows brilliant white as if it's on fire. The long dagger in his other hand is plain steel but sharp and strong.

He always keeps his husband and sister in sight or at least in the range of his awareness, hacking through the monsters to make a pathway to the hospital. When he sees someone in trouble, he runs to their side, using the blades to either drive off or maybe even kill the monsters around them. He's not getting close enough to see if he's landed a mortal blow.]

We have to hurry. There's more of them coming.

Inside the Hospital

[Once Alec's sure that his family is inside, he makes sure that there's no serious injuries among them, and then he's off searching the building as quickly as possible. He's looking for whoever is in charge of defenses but he's also learning the layout of the building.

Occasionally he stops, waiting until he's noticed or until he isn't interrupting something that looks important.]

Do you know who sent the message to get everyone to the hospital? Roman Fletcher? My family and I can help keep those things out.

[He's not going to say 'monster' or 'demons' unless he's certain that the person he's talking to isn't going to freak out.]

June 19th and 20th

Hospital - Patrolling

[Eventually the monsters, whatever they are, are going to try to get inside. The wards and magic can only do so much so he's walking the lower levels of the hospital and even risking the grounds and rooftops to get a better grasp of the situation. When some of the stragglers come into sight, Alec leaves the safety of the wards, confident that Magnus' magic will let him through without harm.

The arrows he uses aren't his usual red fletched ones; these flicker with flame as he takes aim. Each arrow hits the target. If he sees the monsters are too close to the refugees, Alec moves with more than human speed, at their side in a blur, seraph blade flaring with pure white light.

As soon as there's no immediate danger, he scans the area and the person he's trying to get to safety.]

Can you make it on your own?

Hospital - Downtime

[His time in the hospital is becoming routine. He patrols the halls and ground regularly. At specific intervals, he goes to Magnus, offering what strength his husband will take to keep the wards powered. He makes sure to always look like he's not running on stamina runes and bad coffee, knowing that he might be one of the only people who can help Magnus keep up the magical barriers.

When he's not patrolling, he offers what limited help he can give. Mostly it's basic first aid or helping those who are exhausted or wounded to those who can care for them. Occasionally he stops next to someone who looks like they aren't in shock to ask questions.]

Do you need help?

[Towards the end of the night and into morning, his steps are a little heavier than usual, his movements more clumsy. Someone might see him mostly hidden in a corner or in one of the waiting rooms, slouched against a wall, getting what little rest he'll allow himself.

Someone may want to suggest that Alec should sit down or get something to eat.]

June 21st

After the Battles

[Once Alec's certain that the only thing wrong with Magnus is exhaustion, he grabs a blanket to wrap around his husband and then stumbles to a nearby spot to sleep off the weariness that even runes or magic can't dissipate. He'd still be beside Magnus if he wasn't certain that Izzy would yell at him if he tried to do anything that might allow Magnus to take more energy from him.

Someone may be able to wake him, but it's probably best to be careful since he'll still be in attack mode if he senses any sudden moves by anyone that isn't family.]

OTA all throughout the town

[Skye happens to be out when things go to hell. She hears the screams, and despite how many times she’s heard it by now, it’s still not something she can get used to. Then there’s more than one, and it’s suddenly a choir of screams. It’s clearly coming from the other side of town, which doesn’t exactly make her feel any better, but she does finish with what she had to do before she could go home.

That was cut pretty short when someone goes shooting past her yelling at everyone to run. Daring to look back in the direction they had just come from, Skye instantly realized why and instead of freezing up, she started running as fast as she could. She had never seen anything like that before, but it was very clear that whatever it was, was not friendly. She needed to get home and get her gun that came in the mail a few months ago.

Skidding to a halt when she sees someone frozen in fear, Skye quickly runs over to grab them roughly by the arm, dragging them if she has to, whatever it takes to get them to move. She can hear screaming in the distance and it isn’t long until she sees someone being torn apart. Somehow she manages to get the hell out of there without the creature paying attention. Or maybe it was just too distracted with its meal.

Finally at home, Skye slams the door shut and locks it, as if that will matter much. Grabbing her gun from its hidden place in her house, Skye is on the phone asking if anyone has any bullets that would fit her gun.

She would be a coward if she just chose to stay in her house, and she knew even there that she wasn’t safe. Which is why she goes back out once the coast is mostly clear. It’s not long before she’s using her gun one of the creatures to try and get them off someones tail. She offers help where she can, and is more than willing to team up with others.]

Closed to Mike

[She’s been fighting off these creatures to the best of her ability for god knows how many hours now and she’s exhausted. Not to mention she’s got blood and other bodily fluids on her from others she’s either managed to help save, or that she’s watched die. The past couple of weeks have been hell for her, with the incident at her mother’s party, and then her mother suddenly disappearing? Yeah. This is just the icing on the cake for her.

She’s managed to find a hiding spot now, as she had quickly realized that they didn’t seem to care about going into buildings. She just needed a quick break before she went back out there. You know, some time to cry and try not pass out from exhaustion and witnessing all of that terror.]

Got your six!

[ It's probably not a good idea to yell with so many of these things around, but Aranea's seen enough to note the magic the other woman's slinging and on balance? She'd rather take her chances with the creatures than with a blast of that stuff if she catches her unawares. So Wanda will see a woman in armor running towards her at what's little more than a casual jog before she jumps, hefting a spear that's nearly half her height again and driving it through the midsection of one of the intruders as it jumps off the roof.

A spatter of gore and the angry, pained cry of the creature, and Aranea doesn't land again. At least not on the ground - the jump carries her clear above the rooftop, and when the dead creature falls from the wickedly sharp end of her spear she twists it to bring it down on another as she lands. The blades are barbed, and tiles come loose and clatter away with the force required to yank it out of the body it's buried in. ]

Loving the light show. You out here alone?

I don't think Reepicheep and I would get along, [ jyn answers blandly. she'd much rather he compare her to edmund than literally a rodent. maybe poe is reepicheep she often debates if she enjoys him enough to not kill him... ]

You only like Caspian because he's a seafarer. [ stop projecting, poe, gosh. ]

June 19th

The Wayward Boutique

[Izzy's busying herself around the shop, helping anyone that needs a hand, folding clothes, straightening shoes, sticking things on hangers, and arranging manequins. Basically, she's going about her normal day at the boutique, initially none the wiser about the impending danger. It's the screams, not one and not two, but dozens that put Izzy on alert. The fact that they can hear them from inside the shop obviously isn't good.

Never one to shy away from danger because of what she is, the petite shadowhunter moves to the door, heels clicking, and giving those around her reassuing nods and murmurs of 'I'm sure everything is okay, but let me just see what that was'. Once she gets to the door, though, it's far from okay. She's not sure what they are, but she can see the creatures on the roofs and surrounding them and they're not staying put.] Get away from the windows and the door! Go out the back! Move! [The order is out immediately as the shop phone begins ringing and Izzy beelines for it, ducking behind the checkout and trying to gather what the hell is going on.

Her pendant isn't glowing...so no demons, but that doesn't fully prepare her, either.

It doesn't take long to figure out that people are scared, in danger, and that she's got to do what she's capable of doing. First, though, she's got to get to her family--they'll work better together than not. So that's what she does, helping any lingering shop-goers as she goes, as well as anybody on the street.

By the angel, she's glad that she wore her bracelet today; the normally beaultiful silver wraparound bracelet is no longer dormant on her wrist, instead having slithered out into the whip form ready to lash out at the creatures necks, or whatever exposed tenderbits that Izzy can get to. She's not letting those things near her or anybody that she comes across along he way.]

Streets (Melee/Rescue)
[Crack. The sound of Izzy's whip slices through the air, a distinct difference from the various sounds of the creatures and the people that are being attacked. The sharp, stacatto sound is followed by a pained snarling that gurgles from the mouth of creature whose throat Izzy just sliced with her trademark weapon.

Her family is making their way to the hospital, but doing everything possible for whoever they can help along the way. Including this, saving someone from an impending mauling. They make quite the group, actually. And this feels...more familiar than a lot of things have so far.] Move! [Izzy winds up again, striking for another soft spot, this time engaging the electrical current, the buzz permeating through the air until zap! The smell of blood and burnt flesh greet Izzy's nose and she doesn't waste time, going for the final blow, another mixture of the one-two punch that is the sharpness of the whip and the electrical current that she wields along with it. The creature finally falls dead...smelling of charred skin and blood, but it's gone.

Turning her attention to the person now off the dead monster's radar, Izzy flashes a smile.] We're heading to the hospital, if you want to talk along you're more than welcome. [It's truly a shame how far she, and her family, live from the hospital, but...the distance...in this case is almost a good thing because of this.

June 20th

Hospital (Rummaging through the Chemicals & Experimentation)
[It's a shame that electricity hadn't been quite as effective as Izzy'd hoped. Still, her whip had come in more than handy on the trip to the hospital, but not efficient. Now that she's here, though, there's a plethora of supplies readily available. She's not sure what possesses her, exactly, to begin gathering and rummaging through the cleaning supplies, medicines, and all forms of chemicals that she can find in the hospital. If they can mix up a few different combinations it might help in the defense of the hospital, and they might find a quick and efficient way of taking care of the monsters.

At least that's the hope.

Izzy's got bleach, toilet cleaner, and several other bottles in her arms as she walks the hall. The click of her heels is only prominent in the quiet areas. She deposits the bottles in the room that she's currently working out of (feeling as if this is one of the best ways that she can help people at the moment); it's on the trip out of the room after more supplies that she spots someone standing there, her braid whipping as she turns to face them.] Hey, you looking for something in particular? [Her tone is friendly, despite the seriousness of the situation, though, she doesn't manage a smile because of that fact.] Or are you looking for somewhere to pitch in? I could use some help, if that's the case?

Hospital (Wee Hours, Downtime, and Musings...oh my!)
[Izzy's tired. She can't help it. She's been going since all this began and she still doesn't quite want to stop. Somehow...she's still on her feet...heels and all. The clicking stops only once she nears a door, peeking out the windows, but not even trying to head out.

She's tired, not stupid. And definitely not forming any sort of death wish. Like this she's not sharp. She wouldn't stand a chance. Plus, even though there isn't a monster snarling at the door...she knows that they aren't gone completely. Damned if she doesn't wish one would pop up, though.

Just one. By the Angel, she'd even take a piece of one...it'd help solve questions. Izzy isn't going to question her certainty in that fact, or the fact that she knows she could do something with that. She's too tired. Not so tired that she doesn't hear someone behind her. Leaving her arms crossed and remaining still, Izzy speaks, voice tired, a little husky, and not filtering herself.] I almost wish one would pop up now...it'd only take one to figure out a hell of a lot about them.

[Reaching back, Izzy moves to rub the spot on her shoulder that Magnus treated for her, more out of a habit, and because her entire back could use a rest, than it still causing her problems. She'll rest....eventually, but not right now, there's plenty more she could be doing...after she takes this moment, anyway.]

June 21st

Hospital (Post-Battle)
[Izzy's not quite dead to the world yet. She's pretty close, though. For someone that knows her it's probably easy to tell because of one detail: she has her heels off. She can do everything in heels that her brothers do in their comfortable shoes without much worry, or effort. However, after the past coupe of days she's just....done.

Her pumps are lined up next to her and Izzy's curled up, working her fingers through her hair to finally undo the convenient braid that she threw her hair into while she was running around doing whatever she could to help defend the hospital, help her family, or help those injured or needing another set of hands. Now, though, she's pretty much completely out of steam.

Working her braid out, and unsnagging the serpent bracelet on her wrist when it snags on her thick locks, Izzy takes in the various exhausted people around her, including her brother and brother-in-law. If nothing else, they all came together to protect one another, to defend their town to the best of their ability. But itdoes sort of...disrupt the idyllic nature this place had before. As her braid is worked out the curls escape and Izzy offers a tired smile to anybody who passes, approaches, or wakes up in the area surrounding her.

She can't wait to get home; with her hair completely undone the petite shadowhunter yawns, lips devoid of the trademark red color that she's famous for, wondering if she'll be able to catch up on some rest....especially knowing that despite the battle being over...there's still a hell of a mess to clean up.

When she wakes a while later, her body has shifted and her bracelet is caught in her hair. As she works the piece of jewelry free she calls out--to whoever might happen to hear/be near.] Can I get another hand, please? [She can't quite free her hair...or her wrist.

Fun, right?] Guess I shouldn't have fallen asleep in that position. [There we go, the tired, charming joke, despite everything. None of this can effect Izzy, though, she won't soon forget it. And now...there are some more questions brewing in the back of her mind.]

[As soon as Alec hears the screams and realizes something's wrong, his first thought is Izzy, and then Magnus. His husband is safe at home, but his little sister is at the shop, without the kinds of weaponry that Alec has stored upstairs.

As soon as his seraph blade is in place, he's moving for the second floor. Catching the strap of his quiver from its place near the cash register, he slings it and his bow onto his back, glamours shivering over them as Alec takes the stairs three at a time. Once there, he starts loading up for weapons, ignoring thoughts of another attack, of blood and demons ravaging a city. More arrows in the quiver, blades slipped into boots and strapped into sheathes. His stele is tucked into the special pocket in his jacket after he activates every rune he can think of.

Suddenly, he's almost dizzy as he turns around, expecting Jace to be beside him, teasing him over being obsessive over details. Shaking off the memory and the ache of his parabtai being so far away, Alec heads out of the shop, searching the street for his sister.

Drawing his seraph blade, he names the blade so that the bright light will surround him. It'll work as a signal as he moves through the crowd. Izzy will recognize it if she can see its light and find a way to show him where she is.]

[For a few minutes, Alec will allow himself to rest. He knows that runes and magic can only do so much and if he doesn't sit down and eat, he's going to burn out faster than he should, which is something he can't really allow since Magnus needs him to help power the wards.

Sitting down next to the guy who seemed to be coordinating everything, Alec offers him one of the cups of coffee he's balancing while keeping the plate of sandwiches for himself. He'll share once he's had enough calories to be able to keep going for the next rounds of patrols, ward maintenance, and fighting.]

It was a good idea to have everyone come here. It's probably the safest place in town.

[Mike's been struggling with memories - that is, little pieces of a bigger picture, slowly eking into Mike's brain and leaving him all twisted up in the wake of the violence and bloodshed. He sees images of a girl and a monster, and the thing rips into her stomach. He sees corpses hanging in a rocky, decrepit room. He sees a girl collapse to her knees, and outside the door, he sees a man's head, rolled up on the porch--

He jerks back into alertness where he's also found himself hiding. There's a citizen nearby he doesn't recognize who has been ripped a-fucking-part, and his stomach does awful flips. Go figure, the week he gets his stitches removed, this all happens, huh? He still feels sore and stiff on his feet, but now that he's got a shotgun courtesy of the sheriff's department, he can at least keep himself a step ahead. Alive. That's what matters. Stay alive.

He's made a bolt for an open door, where he's pretty sure someone had ran out only to get dragged off; he just needs... somewhere. To recollect himself. His mind is all fractured, fucked up, and he feels like he's on the verge of hysterics if he doesn't stop to compose himself.

Not much later after he goes inside, he hears the door again.

...

Wait - the monsters don't use doors. Do they?]

Who's there??

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( june event ) who's that pokemon?

Laura (co-starring a lot of gore and blood) | In Town! But also vague for max threading | OPEN

Kal "Clark" Kent | Various Locations and Times | Open

b!

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Randel Oland ✄ Various Locations ✄ OPEN [minor tw for descriptions]

Option A

Iris Amicitia | all through the event | Different places in town | Open

Magnus Bane | all over town, all the time, all the pain

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open ✧ cassian, poe, & jyn | june 19-21 | various

open ✧ june 19 | between town and the hospital

open ✧ june 20 | between the hospital and town

closed ✧ june 21 | the hospital & aftermath

a

Cain (Roman Fletcher) | In Town, Hospital | OTA

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wanda maximoff .• june 19th, streets, O P E N

Alec Lightwood | Fighting through Town | Inside the Hospital | Hospital Grounds | Open

Skye | Agents of SHIELD | OTA | TW for gory death later on in the comments

d

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Isabelle Lightwood | Various Locations at Various times | Open

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Hospital

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