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interstellar55552015-12-07 05:47 pm
interdimanagers) wrote in interstellar55552015-12-07 05:47 pm
Entry tags:
- !edward blanche,
- !event,
- !lesedi santiago,
- aramat drawdes,
- bumblebee,
- finnick odair,
- genos,
- greg universe,
- jamie hemeros,
- jecht,
- johanna mason,
- koumei ren,
- lenneth valkyrie,
- luce,
- luci,
- mai,
- maki nishikino,
- maxxie oliver,
- nia teppelin,
- sans,
- shotaro hidari,
- stampy,
- steven universe,
- superbia squalo,
- terrance ward,
- the doctor,
- the psiioniic,
- tsubomi kido,
- tsunayoshi sawada,
- xanxus,
- yosuke hanamura
☆TRACK V: I WILL TWIST THE KNIFE PT. 1
Who: Everyone that isn't an opt out!
What: Naomi Rivers throws a terrible holiday party.
When: December 7th, 2054
Where: Naomi's ocean side mansion.
Warnings: Violence, poisoning, various murder attempts, mind control, general uncomfortable lack of consent. Also, probably drug use. Maybe sex? Who knows what you'll get up to.
What: Naomi Rivers throws a terrible holiday party.
When: December 7th, 2054
Where: Naomi's ocean side mansion.
Warnings: Violence, poisoning, various murder attempts, mind control, general uncomfortable lack of consent. Also, probably drug use. Maybe sex? Who knows what you'll get up to.
“I will burn for you; Feel pain for you. I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart, And tear it apart.” ☆I WILL TWIST THE KNIFE  The first two hours of the solstice party are surprisingly normal. Members of both labels arrive by private sky shuttle, and are invited into the ballroom for food and drink. It’s even more surprising when both Lesedi Santiago and Edward Blanche arrive as well, and spent most of that first period speaking quietly in a nearby lounge area. Lesedi’s body guards and Juno watch the space around them, keeping anyone of lesser important from interrupting what looks to be quite the serious discussion. After food, the ballroom stage is taken over by a number of increasingly impressive entertainment pieces. It seems to be obligatory for everyone to stay and watch (not that it’s a struggle – the talent involved is unmistakeable), but not long into it Lesedi and Edward can be seen disappearing outside together, and show no immediate signs of returning. And that’s when Naomi Rivers takes the stage. To the Virgo that have heard it before, the song is more viscerally familiar than anything you’ve only heard once should be, and it awakens the ideas that were implanted there the night before. You have a job to do here, tonight. One that is only fair – almost righteous. Lesedi Santiago and her ilk will suffer for her transgressions. The performances end, and everyone is released out to the rest of the grounds, to mingle and celebrate at their leisure. While things may seem civil on the surface, beneath that something dark is brewing. You gradually begin to notice that almost none of the more veteran members of either label are present. ► BALLROOM: The central nexus of the party, the ballroom is the location of the buffet table, the stage, and the dance floor. There will be music available all night, even after the official “performances” have ended. There are tables set up around the edges of the room for eating and relaxing. ► LOUNGE: Where Lesedi and Edward were having their meeting earlier, the lounge is filled with comfortable chairs, classic art, and a large, ornate fireplace. If you figure out who to ask, there are a number of chemical vices available to all guests. ► BALCONIES: There is a generous series of balconies that line the exterior of the upper floor. The ocean can be seen from one side and the gardens can be seen from the other. ► GUEST ROOMS: Down the halls from the ballroom there are a few generous guest bedrooms that have been left open for use. ► GARDENS: Out towards the back there are a wide variety of plants, and a well kept stone path and manmade waterfall. The plant life is on the sedate side due to the winter, but it’s still green. ► OUTDOOR POOL: There’s a pool out front with a shallow and a deep end. The water is clear and artificially warmed. ☆OOC CONSIDERATIONS Please remember that any attempted assassinations are meant to remain covert, and if your character is incapable of being stealthy then you must assume that any attempts you make are happening towards the end of the evening – let’s say around 11PM. The spell compelling people to do this does not want a riot or a bloodbath – what it wants is for people to die before the rest of the group can realize that anything is even going on. Of course, this isn’t exactly going to work out, but if you are finding yourself getting into the realm of intense physical violence you might want to stop and slow down a little.Virgo members that didn’t hear the song the night before are free from any compulsions, and so are all members of Pride. If non-mind controlled characters start clueing in to what’s going on and start trying to evacuate in large numbers, that is where you’ll want to wrap up threads and wait for Part 2 of the log, which will contain the end results and will be triggered by any large amount of chaos. If any characters attempt to escape earlier in the evening, they’ll find that the shuttles have all been grounded, and wandering in the woodland nearby just seems to result in them getting lost and ending up back at the mansion. It’s a real pickle. If you’ve got any question about what’s going on please leave them on the original plot post and they’ll get answered! The opt out event will be posted ASAP. “I will lie for you; Beg and steal for you. I will crawl on hands and knees until you see: You're just like me.” |
03+04
At first, Squalo isn't particularly concerned by the... well, increasingly suspicious atmosphere. Some people sauntered off to more private areas - normal. Some looked completely baked or drunk - also normal. Some were actually falling over by now, maybe not entirely normal, but also not unheard of. Greenhorns who didn't know how much they could handle, most likely.
Except, oh, there's Johanna marching across the hall with a butcher knife.
He's probably talked to her earlier. Maybe even offered a dance before slipping away to socialize with others, who knows. He generally likes her, really. So at first he watches with some curiosity, but then something else gets his attention --
And when he finally looks back, Aramat's on the floor, bleeding, and Johanna's standing over her looking all ready to finish his old teacher off. For fuck's sake, is the whole party going mad?
He'll be there in an instant, and do what seems reasonable at the moment: grab the young woman by the arm to keep that knife at bay and pull at her, making her face him instead.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
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Her instincts jump in at this point. Without hesitation, she lets the knife drop from her hand, and adopts a frightened expression. "This isn't what it looks like. Look, I'm not crazy, okay? Why would I hurt this lady? I don't even know her." She tries to look as small as possible, waiting for his grip on her arm to loosen in the slightest.
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...he should really finish this conversation quick and check on Tamara, though.
"You were holding a knife," he points out, not letting go yet.
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He's not really, but how else is she supposed to get rid of him if he doesn't loosen his grasp?
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What she says not unreasonable, and it really does look like he's hurting her. No, seriously, that wouldn't be the case for someone capable of stabbing someone, right? Looks like brainwashing comes with buying excuses more easily for him.
"Right," he says. Not quite an apology... but he's letting go of her wrist and starting to turn away. The other woman is still on the floor, after all. "...Tamara?"
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"Come on, Squalo. Let's make this easy, okay?" She's shifting her balance from one foot to the other like this is a game, smirking a little. "Just put your hands up and step away from the lady."
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"The hell's your fucking problem, Mason?!"
His other hand instinctively flies to his nose to check for blood. He's not stepping away, though. Instead he's grabbing around for something he could use -- offense is the best defense, right? -- unfortunately there's barely any utensils on this particular table and the best thing he can reach is a soup lid. Fucking hell.
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Except he's still standing there, grinning at her as if he was actually in charge of the situation, as if there was nothing to fear at all. "Guess you could try and find out, eh?"
He's throwing the lid at her knife and then leaping forth to make a grab at it, while bringing his left arm up to shield himself somewhat.
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“Good aim,” she teases as the lid clatters to the ground, but she doesn’t stop moving towards Tamara as she speaks. “Want to try again?”
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He reaches forward and tries to grab her by the forearms again, his left going right for the knife as if he's expecting it not to get cut. Guess they didn't clean out some of the more mechanical reflexes.
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And then she goes straight for his chest.
cw: more hand to chest impaling i guess
No time to dwell on it, even if it leaves him more out of it than before. Just as Johanna pulls the knife back, he draws back his arm as well. He actually looks fucking surprised to see the blood and the stab wound. He's actually muttering something like "But this is not supposed to bleed..." while giving her another opening --
As the tip of the knife sinks between his ribs, he's suddenly seeing something else.
A battlefield. A decayed, undead-looking but steel-firm hand embedding into his chest fingertips-first, and he can feel his own blood splattering on his face, welling up his throat and his own heart bursting from the impact, but it's fine, that's fine because there's someone of utmost importance behind him and this hit might have been meant for them. The creature withdraws its arm and he falls like a rag doll, his sword shattered. He hits the ground and stays here. 'Real blood, huh. Guess I didn't kill an illusion this time.' Shit, he thinks. Shit, this is such a bad time. Boss might still need him --
And then there's another voice. It's painfully familiar, to the point it makes his whole being vibrate with a fuck, I know this, I definitely know this but he still can't put his finger on it. 'Hey, shitty shark. Get up.' Low and demanding, it leaves no room to argue. Squalo's always obeyed this person's commands. Always. No matter how bad a shape he might have been in.
But this one time, he can't. His body's not listening anymore. It's cold, and the world goes black.
And that's when he finds himself back in the noisy, colourful mansion, still standing up, but that is sure a goddamn knife sticking out of him. Stabbed pretty skillfully, he notes calmly. Just the right twist to fit between the bones and go deep. Not that he'd know anything about that.
He stares down at it for a moment, wide-eyed as if confused about how it got there, and staggers backward. Reaching his already injured hand toward the handle in an attempt to pull it out, but it's lodged too tight in there.
And if Johanna's let go of the knife by now, he's just going to fall, toppling a table and breaking multiple plates in the process, and lie there motionless as red slowly pools around him.
cw: axes in chests :')
She sees the young girl's face as the life drains out of her, tastes the salt in the air as she falls back into the water. Johanna lunges for another weapon, angry at herself. More dead bodies, all because she'd been relieved instead of suspicious when Nuts had fallen silent. Her fault, more blood on her hands.
Now wasn't the time to get caught up in her own thoughts. She wrapped her hands around another axe, hefting it in her arms as she took stock of the scene around her. One of the other attacking boys had taken an arrow to the head. Two of them were running back to the beach, and Johanna snarled, running around the golden horn to pursue them.
And that was when the entire world started spinning--
She slammed back into the present moment so violently that it hurt, heart pounding as she stared down at Squalo's motionless body. It took a few moments for her to remember how they'd gotten here, why Squalo was bleeding out on the floor, what she'd done.
"Holy-- fuck, holy shit." Johanna hates it, but her voice is shaking as she kneels next to Squalo's body, not particularly caring about the blood getting over her dress. She presses her hands to the wound, trying to put pressure on it, but it's obvious that this isn't something he's going to recover from. At least, it's past her own abilities to help him recover from it.
"Fuck, I'm--" Sorry. She's sorry, and frightened as to what made her do this, and angry that someone took her control away from her. She gets to her feet, staggering away from the body, clutching her stomach as it rolls. Fuck.
She's got to find help.
[ ooc: We can wrap it up here and assume that Pt. 2 of the event happens 2 seconds later? :) ]
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