☆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

[loveconservative]

[She holds onto him tighter, which is... a feat, really. And for the record, if Tsuna cares to notice she still smells like chlorine. She got pulled into the pool again :|]

I hope that everyone else is, too.

[... Maybe they should check to make sure that guy isn't still locked in the freezer...]

[dame_tsuna]

I think.... I think most people will be okay. Lesedi will definitely save as many of her people as she can.

[She was already worried about her power level or numbers or something. At any rate, it seemed like she still needed her performers for something. And it's the same here.]

And... as long as we do as he says... Mr. Blanche will protect us too.

[It hurts that they really can't do anything except quietly follow orders. But for right now, they don't have enough information or power or influence to do otherwise.]

[loveconservative]

I don't want to hurt anyone anymore, though. [And he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't order it again.]

[dame_tsuna]

[Tsuna bites his lip and tries to suppress a shudder. It almost works. He doesn't want to have to hurt anyone again either. Actually, he doesn't even want to think about it. After a moment, he trusts himself to speak.]

I know. But... I don't think we'll have to. At least not for a while.

[Blanche probably won't do something flashy like this any time soon. Especially not after that mess with Lesedi just now.]

[loveconservative]

[Or it could be a precedent. All out war.]

S-so long as we stick together, it'll be okay. I think.

[dame_tsuna]

Right. We can't trust the executives and we can't trust the senior artists.

[Naomi proved that.]

But we can trust each other.

[loveconservative]

Even if there is no one else, then there will be us. It will be good if we stick together.

[dame_tsuna]

[He nods.]

For now we should stay quiet. Just do as we're told.

[He's not happy about it, but what else can they do? They don't know enough about what's going on, or what Lesedi and Mr. Blanche are after to do anything else.]

[loveconservative]

Maybe we can figure things out if Mr. Blanche likes us more...

[Though she's incredibly nervous about being anywhere near him...

[dame_tsuna]

Possibly. And he might let his guard down a little if he thinks he can trust us.

[All the more reason to be good. It might even help to try to over achieve a little. Enough money or publicity for the label could at least make Mr. Blanche want to keep them around.]

[loveconservative]

Then we'll make him think he can trust us. [She nods, soberly.] If we work together, I think we can do it.

[Meaning: Please don't make her do it alone, she's scared.]

[dame_tsuna]

[He would never make her go it alone. Also he's way to scared to do this alone too. He takes a deep breath, trying to seem as steady as possible. It's mildly effective.]

That means we'll have to focus on better songs, better shows... that kind of thing. It's what he wants out of us, anyway.