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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.
AFTERMATH: Ensemble
for i see what i destroy (ota + prompt for justine)
In the immediate aftermath of the fight--before the memory of that awful screaming has yet to die--Myr staggers back to Linden's side and collapses there with his limbs tucked beneath him. He will be up in a minute to check on anyone still standing, ever-solicitous, ever-worried-- But before that can happen he needs to catch his breath.
And if he should rest his head just so beside Linden so he can listen to the other man's breathing and take thin comfort he's yet alive, what of it?
ii. for justine
Myr is careful in approaching Justine and Connor, once the others have dispersed--careful as a deer treading the edge of a meadow. He had not caught but glimpses and shouts of the fight with Niles, but what he had was enough to conclude she was a formidable mage in her own right.
And very, very rattled by all of this. It would not do to upset her further.
"May I help carry him?" He dips his head toward Connor; the gesture would almost be graceful but it pulls at his burns and he winces. "Once I've moved Linden."