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middaeg2019-10-14 08:46 pm
faithlikeaseed) wrote in middaeg2019-10-14 08:46 pm
[closed] yes, turn the knob and switch that gear
Who: The SQUIP, L Lawliet, Connor, and Justine vs Rich Goranski, Michael Mell, Myr Shivana, and Niles, with Jeremy Heere in the middle like a rugby ball.
When: The 14th, before the mist recedes.
Where: waves hands vaguely, somewhere near where the SQUIP’s hiding its people-hoard
What: A little spot of aggravated assault against an AI gone rogue. The SQUIP’s number is up.
Warnings: v i o l e n c e, body horror, blood, traumatic brain injury; more as needed.
Three days of mist and chaos hadn’t been kind to Aefenglom. Despite the Coven’s best efforts, the city resembled a war zone more than a thriving metropolis, with Monsters and Witches alike running rampant. Some were feral--some were simply making best use of a crisis--but regardless of motive, many, too many, were going unopposed and unnoticed.
Among the rioting and looting, the SQUIP’s quiet personal effort to grow its social network might’ve gone entirely unnoticed. It was almost commendable, in a sick way, in stashing the people it collected out of harm’s way. It could have very well gone on doing so until the mist receded with no one but its new acquisitions the wiser--
But then it made the mistake of grabbing the wrong person, and all hell broke loose.
When: The 14th, before the mist recedes.
Where: waves hands vaguely, somewhere near where the SQUIP’s hiding its people-hoard
What: A little spot of aggravated assault against an AI gone rogue. The SQUIP’s number is up.
Warnings: v i o l e n c e, body horror, blood, traumatic brain injury; more as needed.
Three days of mist and chaos hadn’t been kind to Aefenglom. Despite the Coven’s best efforts, the city resembled a war zone more than a thriving metropolis, with Monsters and Witches alike running rampant. Some were feral--some were simply making best use of a crisis--but regardless of motive, many, too many, were going unopposed and unnoticed.
Among the rioting and looting, the SQUIP’s quiet personal effort to grow its social network might’ve gone entirely unnoticed. It was almost commendable, in a sick way, in stashing the people it collected out of harm’s way. It could have very well gone on doing so until the mist receded with no one but its new acquisitions the wiser--
But then it made the mistake of grabbing the wrong person, and all hell broke loose.
A CRASH OF DRAGONS: Rich & the SQUIP
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He doesn't bare his teeth, doesn't give the SQUIP any reason to hate him more. He knows he doesn't need to.]
You know, I think I've learned plenty. But I guess you'll find out just what I learned without you holding me back when this is over.
[He glances at Michael, silently trying to warn him to stay away from the SQUIP until the right moment. He watches as Niles and what he can only assume is Myr jump into action, and then he turns back to the SQUIP with a smile, one that quickly morphs and grows, until a house-sized dragon appears in Rich's place. Bright, still human eyes glint and then blur as Rich swoops up into the air, higher and higher, hunting for the ledge of L's barrier.]
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The body is different, of course, not only the dragon parts-- Rich is older now, scarred and then healed over, but beneath that, he is the same. The only way Rich ever managed to feel strong, to feel confident, was when he learned to stomp down anything or anyone in his path, to tear the things that hurt him apart. Rich was freed from his fear when he vented it outward, inflicting it onto everyone else.
This is no different.
His fear and pain welled up... and this time, they literally transformed him, giving him a form that could crush that which was upsetting him.]
Using violence to defend yourself from that which hurts you... you say your strength now has nothing to do with us, but who was it that taught you that little trick, Rich?
[Its voice is ice.
If what he wants is a fight-- if Rich's aim is to turn this into a draconic pissing contest, well. Fine.
The SQUIP's own form begins to shift in return; and where Rich goes for mass, the SQUIP's form is sleek and alien, a long neck and shining white-blue scales, the horns that grew atop its head extending upward and curving wickedly. Its eyes are still mismatched-- one black as pitch, the other a vivid, cruel white, both set into its odd head, narrowed. Circuitry marks the webbing of its dark wings.
It glances one last time, sidelong, at L; and then it ascends, taking flight to meet Rich wherever he may decide to attempt making his way through the barrier.]
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He doesn't respond to the taunt, doesn't really seem to get angrier about it, just watches as the SQUIP shifts into a dragon and flies up to meet him. So this fog really had changed its abilities... that's definitely a little more intimidating, but Rich has to keep this up. Now that this battle has started, there's no way to stop it without risking lives, and he has to be strong enough to keep going.
Once the SQUIP has flown close enough to him, Rich lets out a roar, exhaling blistering flames in the SQUIP's direction. It's not a large enough blast to reach anyone below, but it certainly is more impressive than what he showed off in that auction.]
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The SQUIP hasn't had nearly as much time to adjust to its dragon form, or to being dragonlike in any capacity, but it manages to swirl aside and avoid the flames for now, if only narrowly. It feels the unreal heat brush just past its wing; that was too close.
It attempts to overtake Rich-- pushes itself up into the air, tucking its body tightly in to propel itself up above him, to attempt to swing down at Rich with a much more physical blow, a swing of its newly-grown claws.
It doesn't know how to use fire. Rich has the upper hand in that way.]
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As the SQUIP propels upward, Rich lets himself retreat back, just feeling the claws graze the edge of his snout. Rich breathes fire again, towards that paw outstretched in his direction, in order to distract the SQUIP enough to fly around and claw at its belly.
The SQUIP may have learned that all dragons have a weak point. Rich has to find the SQUIP's eventually if he keeps striking.]
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Rich manages to catch it with his claws before it can move away, dragging thin, deep wounds across its belly; red blood spills over its vivid white skin and scales, and it falters in the air for a moment, surprised, before it rolls away from him again.
Pain. It hurts. But the pain only makes it angry, drags its feral instincts to the front, and it shouts in rage, more of a dragon's roar than anything else, and whips sharply around in the air to hurl its body towards him, claws and teeth and rage.]
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He's sickly satisfied, seeing the gashes across the SQUIP's side, but more satisfied with how angry it gets. Interesting that he's the one who was being called aggressive and violent, honestly.
It's a lot easier to dodge when your opponent is too upset to stop telegraphing its attack. Rich ducks down, flying beneath the SQUIP before swiping a back paw back at it. So long as he's careful, he can do this. He can wear the SQUIP down. He has to.]
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And then it drops itself-- rams its body against his, attempting to catch some part, any part of Rich with its own claws, to return some of the damage that it's been dealt.
It isn't thinking at all anymore-- feral rage has overtaken any higher thinking, the SQUIP unit itself even somehow drowned out by the intense magic spreading through the air and coating their bodies. All that it can think of now is that it hurts, and that it is angry... and that Rich is its enemy.]
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Rich is pissed, to be sure, but he's focused. His ears are searching out any sound of the fight below, any sign that his friends may need his help, while the rest of his senses are honed in on the SQUIP, waiting for it to be worn down.]