☆TRACK V: I WILL TWIST THE KNIFE PT. 2

[interdimanagers]

Who: Everyone in the last part of the log.
What: Everyone has a terrible night.
When: December 7th, 2054
Where: Naomi's ocean side mansion, followed by a secret Pride laboratory.
Warnings: Violence, blood, and at least one murder. Vague gore. NPCs being unhinged in a threatening way, though it's possible to have your character avoid ended up in the ballroom if you don't want to see this mess.

☆I WILL TWIST THE KNIFE The bubble has burst. The chaos of the night’s violence has finally boiled over into something uncontrollable – blood has been spilt, screams have been heard. No matter where you are in the mansion, you know by now that something is acutely wrong. Multiple members of Pride have been hurt – possibly killed – and you may still have no idea why. Some will try to escape. Some will try to fight back. Yet, as any rebellion starts to descend, a piercing note - a melodic cry - will summon you towards the ballroom. It can be resisted, in part - but only as far as you find yourself frozen in place instead of moving forward, at least while this spell holds. It's drawing you to the source...if you follow it, maybe you can stop it. The compulsion is strong for members of both labels. The cry seems to echo long past its termination point, to be heard wherever you are. If followed, it will bring you to Naomi Rivers in the center of the ballroom, her expression creased with strain. Though you may desperately want to strike her, something intangible is holding you back. "No!" she shouts at any Virgo nearby. "It isn't done! You need to...you need to finish this!" She'll point desperately at the nearby Pride, rendered unable to flee. "Get them now!" You don't want to. "Do it!" The compulsion weighs heavily on you - for Virgo, to act, and for Pride to surrender themselves. All subtly has disappeared. This last effort is unconcealed and nearly hysterical. You feel yourself slipping beneath the soundwaves. Power rolls off of her, the energy thick in the air, like something you can taste and smell. You can't do this. "I command-" The fabric of space-time cracks like a peal of thunder. All at once, the spell shatters.

Comments

[stylistic_disloyalty]

"Shit, Xanxus!" Luci can't see where Yuffie's gone, but it's hard to miss Xanxus slumped against the corner. Yes, she's worried about Yuffie and the other members of Pride she can't immediately spot, but Xanxus is the only one she can see right now-- and he's covered in ice. Of course she remembers what he'd said about his nightmares of ice, that only makes finding him in this condition all the more terrifying for her.

"Sit the fuck down, what are you doing?!" she demands, putting her hands on his shoulders, then on his face. Fuck, fuck he's so cold, his sweater has ice in it.

[variaboss]

A voice. Luci? He's in and out of consciousness as he gets colder and colder. He can't get warm...he'll never get warm. Trapped. Trapped in the ice forever. Forever and ever. They'll forget about him, locked in a forgotten subbasement. He'll never see another sunrise. He'll never see the light of day. He'll never breath another breath, suspended in cold excruciating eternity.

He's having troubles focusing. He's between his memories and this right here. "I can't let him win..." Wait...him? No... A little more forcefully. "I can't let them win! We need to know what the fuck just happened and we need to know NOW!" He's shaking so hard though and he's already using the wall to keep him from falling over.

"Luci? Don't let them win okay. I need to sleep, but don't let them win..." Hypothermia is definitely setting in.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

"No no no no no-- you can't sleep just yet, Xanxus, you didn't see what I saw, I can't do this by myself! Come on, come on!"

Luci focuses on her hands like she had with the chair at the party. Warm, just to keep him warm, that's all she needs right now. She holds his face between her hands, trying to keep him with her.

[variaboss]

Not his fault. He's just cold and whatever Luce had given him was taking hold. He's just so tired. He just wants to rest. He felt like he hasn't slept in so long. All he had to do was close his eyes. But Luci isn't letting him. Luci's got hold of him and is talking to him.

He does his best to focus on her. Her hands are so warm. So wonderfully warm. "Then I won't. Not allowed to do anything without your permission. I promised, right?" Still, it's getting harder and harder. That warmth is helping though. Some color is coming back into his face.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

"That's right, you fucking promised me that you'd run dumb ideas by me before doing them. I say dying is a pretty dumb idea, okay? Vetoed, absolutely vetoed."

But there's will, and then there's hypothermia. Luci looks around, noticing that everyone else was apparently doing alright, but their number was incredibly small. Something must have been done with the people who had been more seriously injured, Lesedi must have done it.

...and Lesedi fucking hates Xanxus. She's going to let him die if Luci doesn't do something.

Sure Lucifer, just go demand things from the woman who just put her arm through someone.

"Wait here, alright? Don't you dare die on me, Xanxus."

[variaboss]

He gives a weak nod at the other. Since he promised, he'll do his best to keep on keeping on. It's so hard though. He's so cold and so sleepy. But if Luci says stay alive and wait, he'll stay alive and wait. He gives her a small, weak, tired little shivering chuckle. "I won't go anywhere then. I'll be a good boy and stay right here until you get back."

He'll just sit on the floor and try to keep awake while Luci deals with Lesedi.