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sirenspull_logs2013-01-04 05:25 pm
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[Open Event Log] Everything in this world dies alone
Who: Open to all Surviving Newcomers
When: September 4th, Late Afternoon through Darkness
Where: City of Missionworth (Specify in Thread Header)
Summary: The end of an era explodes into a torturous fate worse than death. But a special few remain curiously untouched, to survive and tell the tale. However, that doesn't mean the next three nights will be easy on them.
Warnings: Violence, Explosions, Annihilation of life on a massive scale, Darkness Monsters
[Threads may take place before, during, or after the Event explosion. Start where you'd like! In the moments Pre-Explosion the island is still heavily embroiled in chaos- Both military groups have turned on each other, civilians are fighting them blindly for control of the core. Some have sheltered their families within the Stone Quarry mines underneath Sector 9, where they will be sealed in following the explosion. And many are climbing into boats or makeshift flotsam unfit for a sea journey, trying to flee the island while they have the chance and braving The Pull's effects in the hopes of it's power lifting.]
At the height of the nightmare that is a citywide clash of civil war, there is some kind of minor explosion underground, unearthing large chunks of ground at the site of the trampled squash patch and causing tremors that can be felt throughout the island.
Is it the detonation of a military weapon, some revolting miners with crude TNT, part of Winthers' grand experiment, or something else?
Shortly after, there is a harsh, tearing and unearthly sound, which rises in volume as a large blue-white glowing blob rises from the ground and brightens, only briefly visible to those in the near vicinity. It is amorphous, composed of crystalline solid, liquid, and a swirl of plasma gasses, and for a moment it brightens and seems to condense itself before shooting out white whipcord arms that reach out in every direction.
Then a sonic boom, and a rush of searing white light that engulf everything. For newcomers, it is only temporarily blinding, they'll be able to see again as the dust clears. For everything else that crawls, walks and lives?
Every living being on the island and on many tiny ships dotting its outskirts are mysteriously gone. Clothing is left in piles in the streets, dust billows past untouched buildings. With the exception of the Core's strange visitors, no other human or humanoid, domestic or wild creatures were spared. Even the bugs are turned to dust. Most of the vegetation has also evaporated, leaving only a few old trees and weedy plants standing weakly. Aside from a cave in at the mines, no building is harmed, no vehicle or non-living object seems tarnished or rotten, as it does after siren in the present day. All is left standing and eerily barren of life, litter left out to decay by time.
Descending underground in the collapsed chambers in attempts to reach the core will show a deep crevice in the ground where its pod once slept. Deep, deep down, too deep to be reached, it slumbers again, softly glowing.
The darkness is young; hot, bloody and angry, when nightfall finally comes without the herald of the usual Sirens. It is not thick with the scent of decaying rot yet, as it is in the present day. Instead, there is an overwhelming stench of fresh blood and death.
The once-living return as newly-twisted and tortured creatures by night, perhaps not as malformed and haggard as the monsters which will appear in future nights. Most of these will one day be called "mutation". Some carry fresh burning boils, or scuttle on broken limbs. For now they resemble something slightly more human or beast than their modern counterparts, something less adapted for deadly killing. Their animalistic rage is fresh and hell-bent on destroying anything that lives, however, and blind to any efforts at communication, compassion or reasoning. They are in far too much pain for anything more than brutality toward anything that has cheated this fate worse than death.
When: September 4th, Late Afternoon through Darkness
Where: City of Missionworth (Specify in Thread Header)
Summary: The end of an era explodes into a torturous fate worse than death. But a special few remain curiously untouched, to survive and tell the tale. However, that doesn't mean the next three nights will be easy on them.
Warnings: Violence, Explosions, Annihilation of life on a massive scale, Darkness Monsters
[Threads may take place before, during, or after the Event explosion. Start where you'd like! In the moments Pre-Explosion the island is still heavily embroiled in chaos- Both military groups have turned on each other, civilians are fighting them blindly for control of the core. Some have sheltered their families within the Stone Quarry mines underneath Sector 9, where they will be sealed in following the explosion. And many are climbing into boats or makeshift flotsam unfit for a sea journey, trying to flee the island while they have the chance and braving The Pull's effects in the hopes of it's power lifting.]
At the height of the nightmare that is a citywide clash of civil war, there is some kind of minor explosion underground, unearthing large chunks of ground at the site of the trampled squash patch and causing tremors that can be felt throughout the island.
Is it the detonation of a military weapon, some revolting miners with crude TNT, part of Winthers' grand experiment, or something else?
Shortly after, there is a harsh, tearing and unearthly sound, which rises in volume as a large blue-white glowing blob rises from the ground and brightens, only briefly visible to those in the near vicinity. It is amorphous, composed of crystalline solid, liquid, and a swirl of plasma gasses, and for a moment it brightens and seems to condense itself before shooting out white whipcord arms that reach out in every direction.
Then a sonic boom, and a rush of searing white light that engulf everything. For newcomers, it is only temporarily blinding, they'll be able to see again as the dust clears. For everything else that crawls, walks and lives?
Every living being on the island and on many tiny ships dotting its outskirts are mysteriously gone. Clothing is left in piles in the streets, dust billows past untouched buildings. With the exception of the Core's strange visitors, no other human or humanoid, domestic or wild creatures were spared. Even the bugs are turned to dust. Most of the vegetation has also evaporated, leaving only a few old trees and weedy plants standing weakly. Aside from a cave in at the mines, no building is harmed, no vehicle or non-living object seems tarnished or rotten, as it does after siren in the present day. All is left standing and eerily barren of life, litter left out to decay by time.
Descending underground in the collapsed chambers in attempts to reach the core will show a deep crevice in the ground where its pod once slept. Deep, deep down, too deep to be reached, it slumbers again, softly glowing.
The darkness is young; hot, bloody and angry, when nightfall finally comes without the herald of the usual Sirens. It is not thick with the scent of decaying rot yet, as it is in the present day. Instead, there is an overwhelming stench of fresh blood and death.
The once-living return as newly-twisted and tortured creatures by night, perhaps not as malformed and haggard as the monsters which will appear in future nights. Most of these will one day be called "mutation". Some carry fresh burning boils, or scuttle on broken limbs. For now they resemble something slightly more human or beast than their modern counterparts, something less adapted for deadly killing. Their animalistic rage is fresh and hell-bent on destroying anything that lives, however, and blind to any efforts at communication, compassion or reasoning. They are in far too much pain for anything more than brutality toward anything that has cheated this fate worse than death.
closed to alice
But there was no safety here, monsters were rampant and there isn't anywhere to run. But there's nothing Jasper can do but run.
He hadn't meant to step away from Alice. But the stress of their current situation had been taking it's toll. She hadn't been able to feed as much as she could, and he had moved away to try to ease both her sufferings and his own terrible inkling that she could have easily attacked him.
Of course now he regrets even that thought.
Each breath he takes burns through his over exerted lungs, and his muscles are quickly beginning to protest. But it's the choice between continuing to run, or getting torn to pieces.
So he runs.]
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She doesn't even see Jasper separating from her, with the Darkness warping her vision so bad she's got a headache. He's long gone by the time she's able to come out of a particularly bad wave of pain.
Shit. Nononononononono he can't be on his own, he's human and soft and fragile and-
No. No time to panic, not now when he need her. There's a scent trail, she can follow that and he'll be safe, right?]
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So there's pain. Terrible, blinding pain as the monster tears at him. Blood begins to seep, hot and sticky across the pavement.
But he doesn't scream. There has been a worse pain than this. All he thinks about is Alice, whether she's safe]
wooooo relevant use of this gif finally
Then she smells it. Blood. His blood. It doesn't take long to find him then, and the creatures huddled around him are dispatched even quicker. She's running on full instinct now, it's not difficult at all.
Once the monsters are dead, she can finally calm down and tend to Jasper's wounds. However, what she finds is....well, if she could vomit, she would. Blood is everywhere, on him, on the ground, on the dead things. On her.
God, no. Please no.]
Jasper? Sweetie, I'm here.
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[His eyes wheel blindly, without any actual focus on his surroundings. Everything is oddly muted, his vision spotty. Jasper's breath gurgles and rasps in his throat and he lets out a blood spattered cough.]
G-get away from here...
[Couldn't she see it wasn't safe?]
;;
I'll be fine, I promise. We're safe for now.
[She smiles weakly and pats his hair, and immediately wishes she hadn't. Her hands were covered in red, and now it's smeared in his hair and-
Deep down, there's a part of her longing to reach out and taste it. Just one, nothing bad will come of it. There's no harm in a little taste, right?
Thankfully (if anyone could be thankful at a time like this), something about seeing her mate in so much pain and danger shoves her hunting instincts down so deep, she wonders how she could even contemplate it in the first place.]
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I'm...sorry.
[He isn't even sure what he's apologizing for. For everything that's happened in Port, or for every time he's caused Alice pain over the decades they've been together by slipping up, by shutting her out.
His chest heaves painfully, and blood trickles from the corner of his mouth. Jasper reaches with a trembling hand to grasp's hers, but falls short.]
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[Alice continues stroking his hair, and takes his hand, the one that couldn't quite reach, into her own.
He's lost so much blood, maybe too much. There's no way she can get him to Carlisle or any other kind of help in time, so she's only got one option if she wants him to live.]
Japser? I don't think I can get you to help, so I'm going to bite you. Okay?
[It might be too late, she has no idea, but the has to try.]
it is hard to find an icon to convey this ;_;
But he can't seem to find the breath to form words. Jasper chokes, his eyes desperately trying to meet hers, to say everything he can't. His gaze finds her for the briefest second, locking onto her lovely face.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you. Be strong.
A single shudder passes through his broken body, and Jasper goes still.]
OH GOD MY HEART
But unfortunately, she's not fast enough. She hasn't even got her teeth near his throat when she hears it slow to a final stop.]
J-Jazz?
[No.]
Jasper? Baby, [She shakes him, trying in vain to wake him up.] say something. Please.
[No. This isn't happening. This isn't happening.]