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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.
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You... you gotta fight it! It's...
[ His eyes finally tear away from Jeremy and scan out over the scene- chaos, but there's the pile of papers. Spells. What was it Myr had said? Something like that.
Determination sets hard lines into Michael's face and he bolts for them, snatching one up and running back toward Jeremy, hoping and praying he doesn't get noticed by one of the more dangerous beings here. ]
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But he's... coming... back?
Something flutters inside him but it doesn't show, except that Jeremy leans back from Michael's direction with a sneer, as if Michael's giving off some terrible odor. What is that?
He recognizes a spell like the one he gave to Connor. A knock-out spell, then. Michael's trying to get him unconscious. That's fine--it might be better for everybody to not have another body getting in the way between the attacking group and the SQUIP.]
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But only for a second. He grits his teeth, fist clenching tight around the spell. Please work, he thinks, almost a prayer to the paper itself.
He gets within feet of Jeremy and then slows, as if worried the statue of a boy will suddenly lash out if he gets too close. A few more steps. A hesitation.
Then he's smushing the paper right to Jeremy's forehead. ]
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His eyes water. Do this and leave, Michael. Don't get caught in the crossfire.
Michael approaches with the knock-out spell and Jeremy clenches his eyes shut. It doesn't come. After a long moment, Jeremy cracks his eyes open again to see what's happening--right as Michael shoves the paper on his face. Jeremy involuntarily sputters, stumbling back before his spine rights itself to a rigid line again.
It doesn't work...? Jeremy's still awake. He can feel something in the paper, warm and sharp against his forehead as it pours into his mind, but it doesn't make him fall back or go unconscious or anything.
He tries to say something to Michael, a half-thought.]
Why isn't i--
[It gets aborted as soon as it forms. Jeremy's still trapped, but at least his expression has changed. The smirk is gone. He's clearly dazed and worried now.]
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Maybe the anti-charm will help? He hopes. Michael is not a religious boy, but he prays, because what else can he do?
Hope dawns. Jeremy reacts, a normal, Jeremy-esque look on his face. ]
Dude, are you in there? Michael Mell to Jeremy, paging Jeremy Heere.
[ Come on, you spoke, you looked like yourself. Come back! ]
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He can't function when eyes are on him. Everyone knows that.
Normally Michael is the one person that doesn't apply to--the only person Jeremy's actually relaxed and totally un-self-conscious around. This is the first time Michael's ever given Jeremy performance anxiety.
But out of all the people to see Jeremy controlled, to see the SQUIP--Michael is the most important person to hide that from!
Jeremy's shaking like a leaf. His mouth is saying something but it's only stammering, and his body's still stuck in the stupid SQUIP good-posture-badass-attitude idle animation.]
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Maybe... maybe if he sidles up to his side and gently nudges, he can get Jeremy to move. Maybe they can get somewhere safer, maybe distance from the SQUIP will break the charm... ]
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Somehow Michael always knows the exact best way to respond to whatever's going on in Jeremy's head. Such a little gesture, a shifting of the eyes, is a blaring signal that he knows Jeremy better than he knows himself and that he's trying to make things better.
Jeremy doesn't deserve Michael in the least.
His eyes are wet and his armpits are wet and his palms are wet and it's so, so good that Michael's not watching him right now. Jeremy's shoulders are starting to slump. His spine is still unnaturally straight but he's staring in the middle distance, lost in thought about Michael instead of actually looking at him, so Michael's plan might actually throw him off.]
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Even if all he feels right at this moment is panic and fear and love. Love for his infuriating best friend who won't seem to want to save his own ass right now.
He feels thise shoulders slump and tries to take his chance, wrapping fingers around Jeremy's arm and starting to drag him sideways away from the fighting and out from under the two airborn dragons.]
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As they move, Jeremy finally gets a glimpse of the two dragons in the sky. His jaw drops.]
What the hell?
[He doesn't realize that, by virtue of saying this, he's officially able to speak.]
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Then Jeremy actually says something, and Michael feels tears in his eyes. How fucking ridiculous, crying in relief. But here he is, doing exactly that.]'
Welcome back.
[He quips, trying to play it lightly. He's going to try to get Jeremy as far away from the danger zone as possible. As far away from the SQUIP as possible.]