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welcome_rpg2012-06-30 02:37 pm
mayfield_mods) wrote in welcome_rpg2012-06-30 02:37 pm
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welcome to mayfield: day 2
[Day two of whatever this place is dawns bright and cheerful. Not much seems to have changed; the carnival is still standing, the town still empty of drones, the sky still bright blue and --
-- hang on, what was that? Did some sort of crack just appear in that patch of sky?
...oh, it's gone now. Must have just been your imagination. Anyway, there's no time to waste staring aimlessly at the sky, not when there's more friends showing up! Lucky there's more than enough food to go around, eh?]
OOC: If your character damages or affects the carnival or town in a noticeable and normally permanent way, please comment here.
OPEN! If your character was on the list of characters arriving on Day 1 or Day 2, they may comment here. All questions belong here.
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[he holds the bag up, a marshmallow already pinched between his forefinger and thumb.] These? I've had them with me for a while now. I don't think they've gone bad.
[he pops it in his mouth.]
Mmf. Theyf donth tafth liketh theyf gone bafth.
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[She groans.] That's not what I mean, ya idiot. What if that stuff kills ya?
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[he swallows.]
- I meant that I brought them with me from my house. I've been eating them all afternoon so if they were going to kill me, I think they would have done the job by now.
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[Ah. A little awkward.]
... So whaddya think about these burgers here?
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What's there to think about? Don't eat them. [after all of ten seconds of intense contemplation, he rolls his eyes and walks towards her with the bag.] Since when has this town ever done anything nice for us?
[he taps her on the wrist, gesturing for her to open her palm to him.]
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[... Wait, what is he doing?
With a skeptical glare, she holds out her hand for him.]
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Shame the dress is ripped at the front where she has three extra arms sprouting out of her chest, and in all five of her hands she is holding a very large and sharp knife.
All of which she throws abruptly at Clover and Once-Ler, aiming for her stomach and his kneecaps.]
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[he's about to pour a few marshmallows into her hand when he sees the little girl appear out of the corner of his eye. nothing too out of the ordinary. he's already established that they're not the only two around here; plus, there were a ton of kids in the funhouse, if Clover herself is any indication. they'd start coming out of the woodwork sooner or later.
it's when he notices something wiggling out of her chest that things start feeling sour. and, by the time he registers it as another arm, she's already arching her wrists back.]
Oh no.
[it comes out as a whisper, but he doesn't hear himself say it because he's already grabbing Clover by her wrist, dropping the bag of marshmallows as he throws himself and her to the ground beside the food stand.
something hot and sticky and wet is starting to pool at his leg. without realizing what he's looking at, he trails his fingers against the hilt of the knife buried in his knee.]
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Then things happen way too quickly for her to fully comprehend. She glances back up - waitin' for those marshmallows, dude, - spots a blur of too many arms and Once-ler pulls her down and something sharp pierces her spleen and sure her face hitting the ground hurts but it's the least of her problems now.]
Wh-what the f...! [Still on the ground, she tries to pull the knife out, but she's shaking and not entirely sure about it and she barely manages to move it before deciding it hurts way too much.]
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She leans over the fallen Once-Ler and attempts to wrap two of her hands around his throat, while a third tries to drive the knife through one of his eyes and into his brain.]
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he doesn't know if he should scream or try to pull it out. it's buried in pretty deeply, almost up to the hilt. his first - and maybe last - mistake is taking his eyes away from the girl to look down at his knee, eyes frighteningly wide, tinged with tears that have already started sneaking up on him. it hurts so bad, what can he do, oh gosh, what can he do -
- and then he feels himself knocked on his back as the thing starts to wrap her filthy hands around his throat, bearing down, trying to literally choke the life out of him. the glint of the knife comes as a silvery blur, and instead of trying to stop her from choking him, one of his hands flies to her knife-holding one in an attempt to hold it back.
his other gropes around for his axe. he doesn't even think when he grabs hold of it and (oh please, please work, please) swings it down on her head.]
Threadjack with permission
Lucas's PSI is primarily defensive in nature, but there were some limits to his compassion. Ungodly abominations just about stampeded across the line and smashed it to smithereens.]
Hey, you!
[The blast of psychic energy surges towards the little girl from the side, aimed to slice those arms off right at the source.]
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She doesn't hang around any longer, glaring malevolently around the three of them before sprinting off with inhuman speed.]
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Her forehead scrapes against the ground, but she doesn't even care.]
What... Ugh, what the hell was that...?
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he can still see spots of light dancing in his immediate vision, courtesy of the big ball of energy Lucas sent surging towards the girl. he'll just focus on those for a while; they're quite pretty.]
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What was that?! Are you two alright? Did she --
[The pools of blood quietly collecting on the ground was enough to answer his question. Lucas's face blanches for only a brief second before he's slid to his knees to examine the extent of the injuries.]
Hold still. Don't either of you try to move.
[Who's worse off? The man had had the strength to heft an axe; the girl has a knife buried in her abdomen. Lucas will turn his attention first to Clover.]
...The knife is probably staunching the blood flow. I'm only going to take it out when I'm sure you'll be OK. Just be very still.
[Lucas's whole body flares with light. Hopefully, this is pretty enough for the Once-ler. Beginning from his chest and rapidly tracing its way up and down his body, a series of geometric patterns begins to pulse softly with a soothing, blue-tinted glow. He holds his hands over Clover's wound, and the aura they radiate is almost blinding to the sight.
He had recently regained Lifeup Gamma. But that would be pointless while the knife was still stuck inside of her. He'll begin with a Beta, to slowly stem the flow of blood and alleviate the massive trauma the knife had inflicted on its way in.]
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No, wait. Maybe this is what a near-death experience feels like. Flashy shit and relief? Sounds about right, from what everyone says -
Nah, that's not what dying is like. Dying is more painful, yes. And much, much more infuriating, like every inch of you is on fire and what does the shoulder even matter you are about to explode you just want to get out and rip her apart--
Wait, what the hell is she going on about now?
She blinks hard and that seems to help her think more clearly.
She sees the vaguely familiar face of a boy she met in the park one day and speaks still in a weak - afraid - mumble:]
... Can ya get that knife outta there now?
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not now, though. he feels silly and weak, Clover has it so much worse than he does and you don't see her falling to pieces, but that's just the kind of person he is, he supposes. still, he won't blink; he still has his pride.
he cranes his head in her direction, looking for something new to focus on.]
Are you...okay? [it doesn't even sound like his voice. too raspy.]
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Not yet. I have to stabilize you a little more.
[If he said 'yes', she would tense up. Despite having no medical experience whatsoever, in his two and a half years at Mayfield - not to mention all of his fights back home - Lucas has healed a large number of bizarre and inexplicable injuries. This is not the first time he's treating a knife wound to the stomach, and it probably won't be the last. He'll glance over towards the Once-ler with a worried smile.]
You're both going to be fine.
[He'll leave off on Clover for a moment and hold his hand towards the man. Refresh was, paradoxically, his most powerful healing PSI despite being the lowest in strength. That was because it worked gradually over time, continuing to heal automatically even if more wounds were incurred. The Once-ler should feel his pain alleviating slightly; this was just to tide him over until he was done with Clover.
The boy will lean over to whisper briefly in the Once-ler's ear.]
Please distract her.
[And his hands will shakily reach for the hilt of the knife.]
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Y'know, I think I'm pretty fuckin' stable as it is. Ya don't hear me... screamin' in agony or anythin'. [Okay, she screamed when the knife went in. And made a lot of vague noises afterwards. But whatever, she's making a point here.
Not that she isn't afraid of getting the damn thing out, of course. Just touching it earlier hurt.]
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Tch. L-Lucky. [he tries to pull himself up, hissing and biting down on his lip to keep him from crying out when a bolt of pain shoots up his leg.] Didn't ya hear me? It was like I'd turned into a...a...a biffer-baum bird or something. All shrieky an' stuff.
[if he can keep talking, it means he's okay. and if he couldn't, then, well. it means it could've been a whole lot worse.]
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[Lucas's 'professional' diagnosis was that the Once-ler was far less likely to die than Clover. ...But that didn't mean 'OK', exactly. There was something he had treated once before, a certain stubborn little tissue called the anterior cruciate ligament.
But it was far from life-threatening, and the damage was done already, anyway.
Lucas grasps both hands around the knife hilt and pulls upward in as smooth of a motion as he can manage. He tosses it aside as quickly as possible and presses both hands against Clover's stomach.]
Lifeup. γ
[A wave of PSI surges forth from his body and into Clover. He can only hope it's enough.]
SORRY FOR THE DELAY AAAAA
She ends up hitting the back of her head against the ground in her breath of relief, but if that was supposed to hurt, she couldn't feel it at all.
It's just not the same as being stabbed, is what she's getting at.]
... Now focus on Mister... biffer-boom bird here, or whatever. Pretty sure he's gettin' delusional.
I'll just... stay down here if ya don't mind.
I'm pretty good down here.
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[there's no malice there; just weak sarcasm, shaky as the smile on his face. his eyes are skittish and wide, and with the way they keep moving from her to Lucas to the nearby stands to the left of them, it's clear he's keeping an eye out for any other monsters. or suspicious little girls. can't rule those out anymore.]
...Did anybody see where she went? [because someone had to bring it up.]
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Lucas will quickly examine the Once-ler's knee injury. ...Given how alert the man was, there really wasn't any chance of taking him in a relaxed position. Refresh ought to have done its job well enough at this point that he thought he could work directly.]
Ah, um.
[His gaze will flicker briefly towards the two severed arms still on the ground.]
Part of her is over there.
...Mister, will you be alright if I...
[His hands will hesitate over the knife.]
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