☆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

[scalpedsociety]

They took Squalo away but it doesn't help. This party has been awful and all Tamara can do is sit in a corner with Squalo's blood on her dress as the doctors check her. Her face is unmoving, and frankly she's cried enough about waking up to her student's body.

She just wants to go home.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Flirting over twitter is far, far away tonight as far as Luci is concerned, but she recognizes Aramat from the pictures. Her dress is covered in blood, but she's not with the rest of the critically injured so it's someone else's blood. Explains the blank look on her face.

Luci waits for the doctors to clear out before she crouches down next to her. "Hey, they're going to be okay."

It's easy to tell the lie when she wants to believe it too.

[scalpedsociety]

Tamara wants to believe as well. Squalo wasn't breathing and his body felt like dead weight. But the Doctors pried her off him and told her he would be alright.

But she can't.

"They took Squalo away."

[stylistic_disloyalty]

"I know. They took almost everyone away."

Luci appears to be the only Carnie left standing, a fact that's starting to weigh on her. She has to distract herself, or she's going to start doing something rash.

"You cold?" she asks, draping her arms around Tamara's shoulders and asking her body to get warmer. She's starting to get the hang of this, even if it's just plain terrifying.

[scalpedsociety]

For a brief moment, Tamara is surprised at the sudden... warmth of Luci's body and is knocked at of her state. "You're really... warm."

But she's not complaining, she even comes closer to the humanoid space heater.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

"Yeah. Weird, right?" And that's all Luci's saying on it as she pulls Tamara closer so she can warm up. The woman looked like she was in shock-- some comfort would probably do her good.

Truth be told, Luci couldn't be alone right now anyway.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Jecht thumped his butt against the wall, then slid down slowly to sit next to her.

No words, and on his part, no blood at least. He didn't know what to say, but he could at least be strong for her, so he reached out with arm arm to put it around her shoulders.

[scalpedsociety]

She hesitates a little, but after a few seconds she leans into him.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"You, uh..."

He was going to ask if she was all right, but that was a pretty dumb question. Of course she wasn't.

"You hurt at all?"

[scalpedsociety]

To answer that question Tamara will lift her hair bangs to show a wound.

"Doctors advised me to not sleep for a little while."

Not that she'll have problems doing that....

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Oh, hey."

Jecht shoved fingers in his own tangled mess to flash a bruise and a small pressure cut on his temple.

"Guess we've got more in common than we knew, huh?"

Pretty weak joke, but right now he'll take anything.

[scalpedsociety]

It's a weak one, but it give Tamara a little levity here and he smiles.

"Head-wound twins."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"You actually get knocked out?" He squeezed her with the arm he had around her, a casually strong motion. "Vision okay? All that stuff?"

[scalpedsociety]

"I did. But my vision is alright. The Doctors said I should be careful sleeping for somedays though." It's not like she'll have a problem not sleeping.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Damn it, that's -- " Jecht leaned forward, an inch from finding someone to give a piece of his mind to, but slumped back a moment later with a low growl. Who was he kidding? No one would listen.

"You gotta be careful. That's some serious shit right there. You need someone to look after you?" He'd... be really bothered if something happened to her. More than he could really admit.

[scalpedsociety]

Johanna hits hard yo.

"You have a bandmate in critical condition and you're worried about me?" Granted, both of them care about this bandmate.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Ain't shit I can do for him." Jecht let out a sigh that sounded nothing at all like him, running fingers into his hair out of frustration. "Sitting up with him won't matter. Just gotta... just gotta hope, and trust."

[scalpedsociety]

She merely nods her head. "You're right."

But it's still unnerving.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"So I'm gonna do what I can. And if that's sitting up with you, well. Yeah, it's a little selfish too. I'm allowed." If not for exhaustion, pain, and the fogginess of sedatives still lingering in his system, he might not have been quite that honest, but as shocking truths went, that wasn't really the worst imaginable.

[wounds]

After he's dragged of to the next room, he's back. He'll just have to deal with his broken arm- not life threatening, not enough to get fixed.

He knows Squalo cares about this woman, he was her student or something. So he sits down next to her and wonders what to say. "He'll be alright."

That's better than nothing.

[scalpedsociety]

Tamara shakes her head. "He was bleeding so much..."

"But I want to believe he will be alright."

[wounds]

She was there, then. She watched him get stabbed... He should have been there. He should have tried to do something.

"He will be."

[scalpedsociety]

"I just hope so..." Tamara says weakly.

[wounds]

"It's understandable to be worried. But I know he's going to pull through," he saw what Santiago did- something strange and impossible- but all of them are going to make it out.