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sirenspull_logs2012-06-19 08:17 pm
ace_of_knaves) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-06-19 08:17 pm
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Who: Joker + Open
When: Night of the 20th
Where: City-wide
Summary: The Joker is dead but not gone. He returns in the Darkness to destroy the island he feels has taken so much from him.
Warnings: Violence, possible character death, language
The war path started in sector five where a man had died, feeling alone and bitter. The massive creature bore the man's madness, anger, pain and despair and knew only one thing: Destruction. It thundered down the streets, its long tail lashing about behind it, its hideous, cackling cries echoing to the rooftops. Where it went it disturbed the other beasts and all over the island the Darkness was starting to act up and grow more violent.
The creature took no notice of the madness it produced. It had only one aim: The Core. It was making its way towards Sector Four to destroy the machine once and for all. For Batman's sake. Even in the Darkness, it was all still about Batman.
((OOC: OOC info on the event!. Threading format is "Tagger's Choice": Tag however you feel most comfortable. And feel free to NPC the monsters and civilians as you wish! People fighting Joker will be fighting him at the same time, so go ahead and tag each other. Also, if you'd like to play with one of the optional Core status ailments: Getting closer to the baseball diamond may make you feel queasy or uneasy as if the Pull has become a Push.))
When: Night of the 20th
Where: City-wide
Summary: The Joker is dead but not gone. He returns in the Darkness to destroy the island he feels has taken so much from him.
Warnings: Violence, possible character death, language
The war path started in sector five where a man had died, feeling alone and bitter. The massive creature bore the man's madness, anger, pain and despair and knew only one thing: Destruction. It thundered down the streets, its long tail lashing about behind it, its hideous, cackling cries echoing to the rooftops. Where it went it disturbed the other beasts and all over the island the Darkness was starting to act up and grow more violent.
The creature took no notice of the madness it produced. It had only one aim: The Core. It was making its way towards Sector Four to destroy the machine once and for all. For Batman's sake. Even in the Darkness, it was all still about Batman.
((OOC: OOC info on the event!. Threading format is "Tagger's Choice": Tag however you feel most comfortable. And feel free to NPC the monsters and civilians as you wish! People fighting Joker will be fighting him at the same time, so go ahead and tag each other. Also, if you'd like to play with one of the optional Core status ailments: Getting closer to the baseball diamond may make you feel queasy or uneasy as if the Pull has become a Push.))
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For a brief moment, Sister Mariella lowered her swords and dumbly stared after Dante. Was this demon actually trying to protect her? Why would it do that?
Mariella shook her head. This was not the time for gawking or idle speculation. Regaining her senses, she leapt after him with a fierce cry, slicing at any tentacles that came her way. The Magdalena would not allow herself to be indebted to one of hell's children!
The 8-Hour Death made an inhumane scream-like sound as it was pierced by Dante's claymore. The wound was not fatal, but it was deep all the same. The creature thrashed about, sending all of its tentacles toward him and his sword, intending to hold them still long enough for its powerful stomach acid to cause them grievous harm.
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"What's the matter?"
He spoke to the 8-Hour Death, smirking when he heard Mariella carving her way through the tentacles nearby.
"It's two against one now, you're gonna have to do better than this!"
At "this" he folded his wings back and charged forward with a speed that was nearly blinding, holding his claymore out before him like a lance. He was trying to rip his way out through the beast's side.