The Normpocalypse!

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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!

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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.]

I am SO sorry it's taken me this long to get to this! Holiday amnesia is a terrible thing orz

[blackmoonrising]

'm okay.

[His teeth are chattering completely against his will, and even though he knows he's not okay, he's far too stubborn and used to surviving far, far worse than this, but he keeps telling himself if he thinks himself okay then he will be okay.

Unfortunately, he's giving his human body far too much credit.

He stops, trying to drive Zangetsu into the asphalt to have something to lean on, only he's losing strength and the blade, which would usually slide easily into the ground like a hot knife through butter, skitters away and falls as he puts his weight on it. He falls, the jolt sending a spasm of pain through his wrecked shoulder, and like a robot he tries to push himself up again with little success.]

I'm fine.

[He's really not, but unfortunately there's no cure for stubborness.]

it's all good, I'm still in a chocolate cookie coma

[retraced]

[He keeps his distance until the young man falls, and all at once he's at his side, kneeling down on the pavement to help support him. Though he's not sure which part of him is injured; there's too much splattered, half-dried blood to really tell where it's coming from.]

It's obvious that that's not true! [He snaps back, not unkindly, just to point out the facts here.]

Were you attacked? Are they still close by?

[As this could be from a person or the Darkness at this point in the day, and either would be a plausible explanation.]

[surgicalshot]

[The hospitals were packed. Honest to god packed, mostly because the problem was the hospitals in this city were filled with doctors who, while had great medical training and diplomas to show for it, also used their powers. In fact, most of them had gotten so used to using their powers to help their work. X-Rays done by people with actual X-Ray vision, sedatives injected into the bloodstream by having someone lay their hands on another, even broken bones fixed just by someone concentrating hard enough.

That was actually weirder to Tenma then all of this. He'd been working in a hospital during the problems with the Berlin Wall, he'd seen people come in hurt and unsure of what to do now that they were in a safe place. But everyone losing something they'd had since they were born? It was like losing sight.

Some people had lost sight, actually. Tenma was just hoping they could hold out until whatever was causing this stopped, and things went back to normal. If they went back to normal. For now, triage. They had to group everyone. The emergency room was filled with tagged people, mostly yellow and green, with a smattering of red. Anyone with a black tag had already been moved, so not to worry everyone else.

Whenever Ichigo gets there, Tenma will be the first to check on him, pockets filled with different colored tags. Literally, as he comes in the door.]

Sir, can you walk anymore? [Because if not, that helped him figure out even more.]