The Normpocalypse!

[thepull_mods]

Who: OPEN LOG
When: 12/12/12, beginning at 12:12am and ending around 10pm at night.
Where: Siren's Port, across all sectors
Summary: Everything detailed here is going down, citywide. Panic and chaos ensues as shortly after midnight, everyone in Port loses their special abilities. Is The Core playing a cruel doomsday trick? Or is it something even more sinister?
Warnings: Violence & Civil Unrest. Angry swearing inevitable!

Comments

Open to anyone in need of a hand, anytime between sirens

[freeholding]

John found himself holed up somewhere through the night. As soon as the Darkness sirens go off, he's on his bike and on his way home. To say the citizens of Siren's Port are taking this badly is an understatement. He manages to avoid most of the panic with the simple boon of rocketing past it on his bike.

He does keep an eye out for anyone who might need help, though. He's not completely apathetic.


((OOC: If anyone wants a rescue, there is a older gentleman with a 12-gauge shotgun and motorcycle-with-sidecar who may be able to get you home.))

Open to anyone in Phancyhive!

[motioned]

In a city like this, expecting the unexpected is always an asset. Still, she can't say that awakening like this was anywhere near a pleasant surprise.

Once she realizes the vial of water she normally keeps on her person isn't doing anything, she takes a while to manage to get out of her room (lack of opposable thumbs makes turning doorknobs a bit more difficult, after all!). Even once she's found a way out, she tries to keep out of sight as she moves through the manor, but... Well, ducks aren't creatures typically known for their stealth.

[ooc: pick a location and time and I'll roll with it!]

yes here we go probably somewhere in the late morning in the hallways. second floor.

[ferventknight]

Elliot has been cooped up in his room the last few days and hasn't necessarily had anything to eat, so! Figuring that today was such an off day for everybody-- with the trouble in the Port, the power outages, etc etc...-- now would be a great time to stretch his legs and actually get something from the kitchen. He'd ask Gilbert but knowing his brother, he would be busy with the rest of the residents in the house.

Plus, he can take care of himself! He doesn't need him, tch. He'll make his way around a corner before he sees a small flash of yellow go by on the ground. Uh..?

Curiosity seemed to get the best of him since now he's peeking around said corner to see what the hell that was. Squinting, he .. wait.

Was that--..

"..A duck?" This was spoken pretty loud, so.. Sorry little duckling, your stealth isn't going as well as you planned it.

[cantshakethisfeeling]

Ahiru isn't the only one who's having a rough time. Kyubey's been dragging his tail as he walks down the hall, ears flattened against his head. He seems almost...upset.

Don't mind him, Ahiru. He's too caught up in himself to notice you yet.

[retraced]

[Since Break yelled at him half the night, Gil sleeps in a while this morning. Without any powers, he's forced to sleep eight hours like a normal person needs.

Troublesome!!!

Zzzzzzzzz...]

[faking]

Without any ceremony, and like this is completely normal, Alois catches up to her from behind, and crouches down near her, both of them close to a corner. His fingers are draped over his knees and he's got this subdued smile, kind of like, found you. "Only you'd run like that, even as a duck."

through the haaalls

[iudex]

[no, tiny, cute ducks are definitely not known for their stealth - oswald knows this well. he's had ducks try to be stealthy, but he always notices them and they always waddle their way over. he loves birds, really; they're the only ones who understand him compared to jack -

well.

we don't speak of jack. birds ;n;

oswald's traversing through the halls anyhow, unsure how to feel with this sudden development all around him. if it wasn't crazy before, it certainly is now, and he's a little... unsettled. he doesn't particularly like it, but he's not doing anything to stop it either. they'll do as they wish; he'll take no part in it - until he sees a tiny duck in the halls and wonders. and

he

kneels somewhere near her, if he can. hello tiny duck lemme stare at you a moment i don't recognize you from the other ducks i've seen... mo_om]

Near Core central, afternoon, copper's got to do her job, human or not

[bloodthirsts]

[This is more tiring than Seras remembered, even spending a week in Ino's body. It's hard work pushing back the crowds, there's no time to be discriminate. She's got what protective gear they had to spare and keeps running out of handcuffs as she pins down rioters and then gives them over to the police vans.

This is chaos, pure and simple.

She forgets how frail humans can be, forgot how frail she was way, even though she'd been a healthy enough woman as a human.

No time to think, she has to work, try and maintain order.]

[madeinoblivion]

[You can't depend on the cops for much around here... maybe because most of them aren't so dedicated to doing the job fairly as Seras.

So that's where the vigilantes come in.

It's not much super in the heroing today, but Red Robin's trained them in stuff that makes use of their powers, and stuff that doesn't. Scaling fire escapes and using trick wires in the costume to pull off city mobility? That's all just skill, skill the Titans have taught him.

Today the practice pays off... hopefully?

Not that many people bother to notice a kid in a blindfold-style mask, swooping over the crowd in a ratty cape to try and figure out where to even start being a Good Guy, here.

It looks like a mass of angry people who don't really know what they're doing, being battered by armored corporate security guards with full sized plastic shields.

What a mess. He speaks into the communicator on his wrist]

open to the phancyhive household, all day, natch

[faking]

[Stumbling across Alois won't prove particularly difficult. He's made a flickering fortress in the drawing room out of very many lit candles, some of which rest on the floor with no proper holder, quietly dribbling wax into the spaces in between the floorboards. He won't let a power outage get to him this time, he swears. Open spaces and fervent candlelight; he tells himself he's ready.

There are two tea trays close by him. This means three kettles, each with a different tea; more than one picture of cream; sugar cubes everywhere; cakes, biscuits, and carrots, too. Cherry tomatoes. A small, disjointed feast, looked to be picked at by birds.

He's singing sometimes, too, in a murmuring voice. He loves me, he loves me not, or, Today he's hungry, today he's not. More importantly, though, if you get close enough, you'll see little spider bodies around him. None of them have legs. He sits with his back to the doorway, but it looks like his hands might be busy.]

[princeofpictionary]

[ Soma's essentially unaffected by this whole 'losing your powers' thing, but that doesn't mean he feels any less uneasy. And even though it's day time, the eerie darkness of the mansion without any power, as well, is spooking him. He knows there's no monsters wandering about at this time of day - or well, there shouldn't be... but with all the other odd things going on, who knows what could happen!

Thus, the glowing flicker of candle light emanating from the drawing room catches his attention and he peers inside. He quickly looks left to right, checking every inch of the room for signs of anything creepy.

Nope. Only Alois! Which is substantially more appealing than a group of hungry darkness monsters! So, rather determined not to be alone during all of this, Soma tip toes over and makes a surprisingly quiet introduction for once in his life. ]

Hey, Alois. I am going to sit here with you, alright?

SERO Detention Center - Late Afternoon

[cruelties]

Funny that he get picked up by the scientists when he doesn't have access to his Chains. He has a feeling his Abyss-given powers are also voided. He is nothing but a normal man. Someone with nothing to offer but some witty conversation and a nice smile.

He sits on the floor with a peeved look on his face. He was caught while trying to look after his older brother. Does this mean even with everything else gone the misfortune remains? His red eye still looms in his face. Is he still a distortion even now?

He sighs and as they all wait to talk to the interrogator he takes a pair of earrings out of his pocket and mindlessly tosses them up and down in his palm.

near core central and in the streets - OPEN

[awakenings]

[Re-l's out with the rest of the force, mostly to provide 'backup' for the SWAT team. But no one has powers, not the officers, not the rioters, and it's as if everyone's forgotten how to be sane because of it. Even she feels off, the world too silent and her body feeling almost heavier than usual. It doesn't stop her from being there and it certainly doesn't keep her on the sidelines. She simply doesn't know how to proceed very well.

When fighting starts to break out, she lets the SWAT handle it...at first. But all it takes is for one of them to be struck before she's jumping ahead and pushing back against the crowd to keep people from moving toward the Core. She grabs up a shield until her fellow officer can get back up.]

We don't have to use force--

[What other choice is there, Mayer? is all she gets as a response, and she winces when she realizes it's true. There's nothing else they can do.

Especially when the rioters start producing weapons...as do the others trying to keep the Core safe. Shit.]

[terminates]

[ It's not something he wants to be doing.

The entire city is going off the chain, and the last place he wants to be is in the thick of it.

Except he can't get in touch with her. It shouldn't matter, not really, but it's like a nagging itch he can't quite scratch.

Finally, he goes out, armed to the teeth though his clothes conceal it well. It takes a little while, but eventually he finds her -- exactly where she ought not to be.

Pushing any others out of the way, he grabs her by the arm. ]

We're leaving.

Sector 4 heading to Sector 3, morning and early afternoon, open to all

[pullsheavendown]

[This is weird. This is really, really weird.

Except the weird thing is that they're...not. No one's weird, no one's more than human. Today, they're all normal. Roxas has never been normal, and it feels—well. Weird.

With the electricity off and the water coming out of the tap pretty disgusting, there's no point staying inside. There's no point going to work, either, so Kahve remained shuttered today. But he can't stay in. He's far too rattled to stay, and besides, he knows too many people who are even more non-normal than he is; how are they coping?

All he can do is head out from their apartment and around the neighborhod, then toward his shop. All the usual spots. And hopefully things stay normal and don't get crazier than they already have.

Yeah, right.]

Sector 4 - Morning; pre-riots

[hikari_no_kundou]

[ If the older wielder looks grey, wane and somewhat washed out, it is still far better than the fevered exhaustion Eraqus was left in after his fight with Vanitas days before.

Everything aches against a background of numbness, brought about by the disconnection of senses that have been ingrained into the very fiber of his being since he was very very small. Though that same void-numbness has cancelled out the damage done to his heart, it does little to help with having swallowed more than his fair share of darkness-tainted sea water.

This 'normality' is weird indeed. It worries him beyond measure, frightens him beyond anything he'd willingly admit to - and drives him outdoors to find out what has happened to those known to him.

He'd have tried calling but his NV's battery is flatter than a pancake.

Some streets are emptier than others, panicked bubbles of people ignored in favour of his own destination. When he does see a familiar blond mop of hair ahead of him, however, he is quick to call - and stumble into a cough first before he can clearly say the younger keybearer's name. ]


--Roxas!

closed to prue, morning

[upstairsbrain]

[ Sam's at Prue's place, as he often is nowadays. This particular morning he's up early, shuffling around her apartment in sweatpants (and, just by happenstance, without a shirt.) Still sleepy-eyed, he yawns as he reaches for the coffee pot, oblivious, for now, to the loss of powers that are sweeping the city. ]

[astralling]

[Unfortunately, that coffee maker won't work, nor will anything else that runs on electricity, and the sink water will be half as dirty and gross as it usually is at night. Prue doesn't bother with any appliances yet, opting to just run a brush through her hair and take a swig of mouthwash for morning breath, so she doesn't know what's going on. She wanders into the kitchen as well and takes a minute to stop and appreciate the view. Sam shirtless is always a good thing.

Actually, she'll just stay here. Appreciating. And regretting nothing.]

Newcommer Community Center -roof

[infromthecold]

[Barnes had woken to his artificial left arm dead and the emergency broadcast scrolling on his NV. He managed to get dressed with some difficulty. Shortly after he headed straight to the community center to try to be of some use.

After assuring people he was fine with just he one working arm, he'd been sent up the the roof for lookout duty. From one corner of the roof he had a decent line of sight on the baseball field and the events unfolding. Every one in a while he's spot movement on other roof tops in the distance. He picks up the radio to report in.]

Heads up they're full out rioting on the field now. Continuing to monitor the situation. Also if someone could spare a moment some coffee would be nice.

sector four, keeping out of streets and close to buildings -- for the most part.

[seclusion]

[Once he'd woken up, and heard about everything, and listened to people talk about how they couldn't do certain things anymore - well. Please don't fault him for trying, but... He'd waited until no one else was nearby, and then he'd crouched down and taken off his blindfold. And he'd looked at the grass.

It wasn't very nice grass. Kind of... dead, due to winter. But it was also actual grass, not frosty stone taking grass' place, and Emil covered his mouth to stifle a gasp, and ended up falling backwards a little. Grass, grass. This was grass!

Don't fault him, either, for stumbling out into the wider world - for staring at everything with wide, naked eyes, for holding his face in absolute awe sometimes. And fault him not for flinching a little, just in case it comes back— just in case those birds on the power lines suddenly turn into lawn ornaments, or those passerbys into statues.

But more importantly, he can't find his dear friend Nana, and it's causing him to be a little reckless. Is she here? Is she there? It doesn't seem so, but at least now he has the chance to look, and although he's not gone very far, he's certainly trying.

Whether you stumble across him nearer to or further from safety depends on how late in the day it's become. But he's very small, and he shouldn't be wandering.]

[mouthbreathing]

[Watching the crowds of protesters, Warsman is starting to wish he hadn't left his apartment.

Which is terrible in a way, isn't it? He'd come out here to help people- what sort of person is he if he's only been out here for a little while and already wanted to get out? Maybe it's just the atmosphere getting to him: that heady undertone of hysteria he could feel rising between tightly-packed bodies like steam, breathed raggedly into lungs on cold air to tense muscles and curl fists. Try as he might to resist it, even his own reflexes seem heightened.

But he's not going to fight or flee. He's here to make sure things don't get out of hand for a while- not too long with his newly cut strength, he has his night patrol to consider- and that no one gets left behind.

He's keeping to the edges for now to save his stamina. If he wasn't, he'd maybe miss the small blonde boy working his way along. He certainly doesn't look like part of the protest, and that immediately has Warsman worried.]

Excuse me? [He makes his way over quickly; it's strange, how their difference in height might have felt much more significant before the cut.] You should keep away from here- things could get unpleasant.

Just after the voiding hits | Closed to Frau

[icy_heavens]

Something like this had happened over a year ago. Death had become mortal and had cut off his powers in the process. And then, just as now, the effect had terrible timing.

Or even worse, this time. He was in the damned sky. Or he had been. The only saving grace was that he hadn't been very high up. Because landing on the wound that the monster had managed to score on him the second his power flickered out certainly wasn't helping.

His blade sliced through the creature as it tried to come in for a killing blow. If nothing else, he was still a swordsman; he could still defend himself.

Pain thrummed through his side as he tried to force himself to his feet. He could feel the slick texture of blood against the ground as he moved. Come to think of it, he should do something to close that wound, right? He felt a bit dizzy. And not just dizzy.

... Cold? That couldn't be right. Even with his power gone, that couldn't be right, could it? Had to be something else. The blood loss was just messing with his head. Just stand here a moment, with his sword used as a crutch, and the feeling would pass. Right?

[ibreakrules]

For once Frau hadn't been out hunting that night. In fact, he hadn't even gone out to take down a few darkness monsters. He'd ventured out the night before for the first time since returning and while nothing too bad had happened he'd returned home utterly exhausted. Not wanting to push too hard and overdo it, he'd stayed home.

Lucky him.

If he hadn't been home he would have run into quite a bit of trouble. Frau was rather vulnerable without any of his abilities, especially since he'd spent all of his adult life with a body that was more resistant than a normal human's.

The second his powers had flickered out, Frau had startled awake. The scythe was always present, even when he was asleep, so suddenly not feeling it was... weird. Almost disturbing. And yet it was a weight off his shoulders all that the same time. He'd been up wandering the apartment, reveling in the feeling, when he spotted Hitsugaya outside. Something didn't look right, though he couldn't put his finger on what it was.

Closed to Harry and John

[freeholding]

((after this))

John's dropped off the doctor at the clinic and makes his way back to the Tower Apartments to pick up Harry. His mental map of the island is being put to the test as he weaves around blockades and dodges police, AGI, and SERO goons. It's fast becoming dangerous to be in Sector Four, and he needs Harry out as soon as possible.

[forzare]

All things considered (the power being out, which means the elevator didn't work - which was painfully ironic considering Harry hated that elevator but would have rather been subject to its mercy than that of the stairwell with a bad leg), he makes it outside without much fanfare. The authorities are busy, and he's managed to dodge the one or two who noticed that his NV didn't run on batteries and thus was considered an "asset in time of crisis". Haha, no. That was his only method of keeping in touch with John.

Keeping a distance from the police (who, by then, had cordoned off the area and set up camp) and the growing animosity that hovered in the distance (seriously, he might have been without magic, but he wasn't blind), Harry kept the weight off his bag leg and readjusted the bag's strap where it lay across his chest. The moment he catches sight of John, he sticks his thumb out -- christ, he's playing hitchhiker in a time like this. At least his eyes look serious enough.

"Soooooo -- you going my way?" Ah, but there's that cheek of his.

Open to Phancyhive

[littlest_lord]

<sub>[While Alois may be fretting and upset that his tongue lacks its damming tattoo, Ciel can't be more giddy with glee. His eye is unmarked. The contract erased. He can see properly now with two eyes, although he's not foolish enough to stop wearing his eye patch.

For the first time since he was ten, Ciel Phantomhive's eyes are both the same matching, striking shade of blue as the usually visible one. There's a power outage to worry about, amongst other things, but Ciel can't bring himself to be too worried. They've more than enough supplies stored away. They're not going to run out of food and water in a day.

He's being indulgent as he sits in the sitting room with a large slice of apple pie, licking bits of crust off his fork. He's smiling, he can't stop himself. He's dressed in something simple today as well - a long sleeved blouse with a dark blue ribbon tied at the front, along with dark black tights and modest shorts atop them. To say Ciel seemed like a cat with cream would be an understatement.

And so he sat there eating his pie in silence, staring toward the window, smile ever constant. It'd be an eerie sight, but Ciel's never truly been alright. He's unhinged, just as much as anyone else in this house. He's just good at hiding it. Well, most of the time.]</sub>

[psychopath]

[jack is sulking.

a) Vincent shot him,
b) Vincent loathes him,
c) Vincent, and
d) his bloody contract is gone again.

he's sulking pretty magnificently, and he's drowning his sorrows in oranges, restlessly going from room to room and leaving peel behind. he comes into where ciel is, and he wordlessly crosses the room and goes to pat ciel on the head. and mess his hair up. w/e.]

10 AM - The Beach: Along the Coast of Sector 7

[aslandish]

[ He's wounded.

It's an odd, almost surreal feeling -- the sense or mortality he now has and the lack of connection to everything around him. His power failed him like all the others, and the monsters, by now familiar with his usual skill set were disinclined to show him mercy.

It's why he limps now, his shoulder and side torn, his usually shining mane stained with crusted red. He's made it to the edge of the sea from the depths of Sector 7, and it's there his strength gives out.

Flopping in the salt water, he winces as the searing cold washes over his injuries. It doesn't even occur to him to call for someone's aid. ]

[moveslikestrider]

[But aid is coming even if it doesn't know it is.

Dave Strider had been using by ways and back alleys to cut through the city to get to places he needed to be. At this very moment he's using the beach, racing along as the wind off the sea ruffles his clothes. He's been all over as fast as he can go, and while he's seen a lot, a large lion of all things is odd.

His approach is cautious, but he makes sure he's heard as he comes to his side. The water is cold but he's made sure these boots won't let it or anything else in when he made the damn things. He draws back the hood of his cloak as he surveys the damage. He'd talked to a cat today, so maybe.]

Hey. Can you hear me? You're still alive, right?

After morning sirens

[blackmoonrising]

[There are about a hundred and one different things Ichigo is calling himself in his head, and all of them are incredibly rude and insulting and thoroughly well deserved.

Idiot.

Reckless.

Stupid.

Possessed of a death wish.

And then he promptly tells himself to shut the hell up because how was he supposed to have predicted that he would suddenly lose his Shinigami powers in the middle of the night? It's around this point that Ichigo reasons that blood-loss is probably making him a little loopy.

The way it had happened had been like dunking his head into a cold bath; the accute awareness of spiritual powers around the city, the thrum of reiryoku through him, the solidified spirit particles beneath his feet, all of it had suddenly dropped away and left him deaf and dumb, unable to sense any of it. And then he had literally dropped several feet out of midair onto a group of garbage cans with a yell and a curse. It hurt. It hurt way more than it should have done. Feeling battered and bruised, he got to his feet and fished about for where Zangetsu had landed. The sudden loss of heightened senses was jarring.

And then the noise had attracted company.

Ichigo had had experience with being powerless and he had hated it, had hated knowing that there was a whole secret world happening under his nose that he no longer played a part in, and he had loathed it despite all those years he had spent wishing that his life had a shred of normality to it, but even for those seventeen months when he had been sidelined watching Chad, Inoue and Ishida carry on protecting Karakura-cho from the otherworldly, he had never once found himself feeling so completely and utterly helpless as he had at that moment, when the sheer act of holding his Zanpakuto made the muscles in his arms burn from the sheer weight of it and he found himself staring down a brace of Battlesoul Hounds.

Robbed of his superhuman strength, speed and agility and aching from the fall, it had been one of the most gruelling fights he'd ever taken on as a mortal. His timing was off, he'd managed to daze the first by a fluke through knocking Zangetsu against its skull and stunning it long enough to cleave its head from its body, but the second, learning from its partner's demise, had been an altogether different story. It had gone for his throat, but a last second dodge from the boy had led to him getting caught on the shoulder with Zangetsu too large and ungainly to assist.

Ichigo still didn't know how he'd managed to escape with his life. He chalked it up to adrenaline, dumb luck and sheer determination to get away alive. He'd gouged one of its eyes out with his thumb, and in the confusion he'd been able to get Zangetsu to finish the blow.

He'd spent the rest of the night huddling against a wall on a crappy fire-escape, shivering in the cold and trying to staunch the bleeding with a makeshift blanket torn from his sleeve.

Which is why, as soon as it became light enough to move without fear, he makes his way to the hospital, covered in blood and completely ashen, and is now woozily going in search of a doctor before he does something embarrassing like pass out.]

[retraced]

[He'd only gone to check on the bakery and make sure that food was sealed away properly (or at least as well as it could be without power) and the building was secure in case the talk of outrage and civil unrest happened to spread to the storefront. Gil has a feeling that he'll have enough messes to clean up at home; the idea of spending a day cleaning the store instead of baking new product frustrates him.

...Actually no that's a complete lie, he'd probably be glad for the chance to do such a deep cleaning on the shop, but without his powers he'd probably be in trouble if he cut himself on broken glass. And with the way that the Core acted out, there's really no telling when this will finally wear off and the city will be able to return to normal.

When he comes across the bleeding boy, he's standing on the other end of the alleyway. With all of the talk of frustration and outrage, he hasn't seen anyone injured yet. He hasn't heard anything either, so there's no telling just how long this poor kid has been walking around bloodied up like this. His quick footsteps echo down the alley as he hurries towards him.]

Hey! Are you -

[But the closer that he gets, the more it occurs to him that no, this kid isn't okay at all.]

For Agni (and anyone at Phancyhive who wants horribly ungodly curry?)

[princeofpictionary]

[ After much hunting and inquiring, Prince Soma and Agni had finally managed to track down a place that could sell them fresh herbs and spices. Such ingredients were absolutely necessary for cooking the curry of the gods - an ability which Agni prided himself on. This thing called curry powder.... no. Never again. The prince never wanted to taste anything containing that so-called ingredient again. All he wanted was Agni's curry - cooked just for him, with fresh spices selected by his blessed right hand of Kali.

He was almost drooling just thinking about it!

But, he wasn't getting it. There was no blessed bowl of curry before him or divine aroma drifting though the kitchen. Why? Because the power was out. ]

This is not fair, Agni. I want my curry. I have waited far too long.

[kalicurry]

I am hurrying Prince Soma! [But, something doesn't feel right. It doesn't smell right either.

He twists up his nose.]

Open to other housemates!

[smallestsaiyan]

[Goten finds this whole thing a bit frustrating and weird. He can't fly anymore! It stinks. So he's occupying himself by trying to find the kitties instead. Wandering around the home, looking under furniture and trying to look on top of things that are up high but he can't really jump up that high anymore.] Kittiiiies! Where are you...?

[hybrid_prodigy]

[Fortunately, any scrapes and bruises Gohan got after suddenly being voided on patrol last night are easily covered by good old ordinary winter clothing. He really doesn't want Miss Nelliel or Goten to worry about him.

[Especially since he's going to be heading back out again tonight, whether his powers are back or not. Which may not be the smartest thing, but he's still got his training, right?

[And . . . uh oh. What's Goten climbing on? Without their powers, falling from that could hurt.] Hey, Goten? I think you should get down from there, just in case. If you're looking for the Szayel cats, they're probably not up too high without their powers, either.

[Okay, that doesn't really make sense, does it? Cats like high places. Well, maybe they're too freaked out to climb on things. Or something. He doesn't even know, man.]

Sector 2: Detention Cell, SERO Laboratories

[maddeninghatter]

[ SERO has been "rescuing" people from the chaos of the city-wide power loss. They've also been using the disturbance as a cover to quietly capture certain "persons of interest": individuals with particularly powerful or useful powers, but who have proved difficult to apprehend, whether from the strength of their abilities or their personal connections.

Break has a "person of interest" of his own, on that list.

But right now, he's got a clipboard in hand, critically examining SERO's catch of the day. He's seeking test subjects for a little pet project of his. ]

[debtor]

[By this point, Allen's already spent a fair amount of time yelling at his captors and demanding that SERO release everybody and can't they see this is wrong (etc, etc). And kicking the walls of his cell for good measure. It hasn't been effective in the least, so now he's decided to just sit and sullenly glare at the door, waiting.

His feet hurt.

And he's been captured by scientists, he has no depth perception and his left arm's as stiff and heavy as it had been when he was a kid. Wednesdays suck.]

Open to anyone

[mikhail_in_me]

Teito has been desperately trying to keep people calm. He doesn't really understand what all of the fuss is about, but he knows that he is powerless and that is an issue. He can almost always feel the god's presence inside of him so it worries him that now he can't and that even his zaiphon is apparently gone.

"Please! Everything will be fine..just go inside!" Why were people so hard to deal with when things go wrong? He gets shoved aside by someone and stumbles a little. He's starting to lose his patience but he can't just have innocent people getting hurt by any monsters that might see this as a perfect time to take advantage.

"EVERYONE NEEDS TO CALM DOWN!" But sadly, Teito was starting to lose his cool. Unfortunately he doesn't realize that being powerless also means that he won't be able to stop the monsters. Some of whom are now lurking very close by and getting closer.

12:20am-ish | Sector 4 | Raphael and Mary

[servingmichael]

[He hadn't know what had happened. One second he was...normal. Fine. Blowing one of the darkness mutations to pieces, one of the Bitter Children. They offended on a deep, personal level and he occasionally spent a night wiping out the smart ones. Even whatever they were...they flocked to him.

And then everything was wrong. His powers where gone, he felt trapped, frightened, heart pounding in his chest and his lungs screaming for air, and before he was to realize what had happened, the was swarmed by them.

Luckily, Donnie had had a physically demanding job, and he wasn't completely out of shape. But his suit was getting torn to shreds, and his right bicep was bleeding.

He was bleeding.

Raphael needed help.]

[momchester]

[All Mary notices is everything going cold. Suddenly she's freezing fucking cold and her t-shirt isn't enough against the winter chill she hasn't been remotely feeling. She shrugs on the sweater around her waist that she takes with her in case of Voids and does a rapid 180. Whatever is that way, she wants no part of it.

It doesn't help. Maybe the Void is following her. She speeds up to try to lose it, and presently hears a commotion somewhere nearby. Sounds of distress, of pain, someone getting hurt. Without thinking, she runs towards the noise, suppressed handgun at the ready. She'd use her powers, but she's still shivering and her teeth are still chattering so she's pretty sure that at least one power is out of commission, so she's not about to rely on any of them.

Mary bursts in on the scene, takes a second to assess (Bitter Children, unfortunate bleeding guy), and fires. She fires until the things scream and scatter and then she fires some more, then shoves the gun in her belt and runs to help him, getting a hand under his elbow and turning on her flashlight to-]

Raphael?!

[jaw: dropped.]