☆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

[panspermia]

"This takes a lot less juice, anyway."

Greg doesn't quite look over as she sits, still staring out over the patio. It's weird to think about splashing around in the pool, how recently that happened. It feels like a whole different world.

"You keeping it together?"

[cherishthistag]

She snorts. "I guess so," she says. She's not bleeding out onto the floor, at least – she tries not to think about that. Her face hurts – the adrenaline that was driving her nuts all evening kind of distracted her from the physical fact that she was in a fist fight but it sure is there now. It feels particularly weird that her nose is sore, somehow, and she can't really put a finger on why.

"I got punched in the face by one of the kids from Flashstep," she says, with a sort of dull awe, like she can't really believe that happened, in retrospect.

[panspermia]

His eyebrows go up a little. "Brave kid." Just at a glance, Undyne isn't someone you'd want to tangle with outside of pool toys. And barely even then.

...Then again, if a kid's struggling for his life, that sort of reasoning doesn't matter.