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EVENT: Witch Attack on the City!
Characters: Everyone and anyone
Location: Anywhere in Death City!
Rating: PG-13
Time: August 23
Description: There's a Witch attack on the city and, to make matters worse, there's a dangerous individuals while Meister powers go completely out of control
The evening before there had been a PSA going around the network and the radio to watch out for an individual causing trouble in the city and a reminder to please stay indoors if possible.
Then around midnight something distinctly...strange happens. At first, Weapons probably won't notice, because it's only Meisters who suddenly find their powers flaring up for no apparent reason even when they're not trying to use them.
There's a two hour window where the abilities become stronger until it's practically impossible to control before the alarms in the city sound.
Kishin Eggs have been spotted entering the city in droves and this time they haven't come alone...
((OOC: Please put [Character | Location | OPEN/CLOSED ] in your subject header. Also, please specify in the subject header if you've signed up for a Witch encounter!))
Location: Anywhere in Death City!
Rating: PG-13
Time: August 23
Description: There's a Witch attack on the city and, to make matters worse, there's a dangerous individuals while Meister powers go completely out of control
The evening before there had been a PSA going around the network and the radio to watch out for an individual causing trouble in the city and a reminder to please stay indoors if possible.
Then around midnight something distinctly...strange happens. At first, Weapons probably won't notice, because it's only Meisters who suddenly find their powers flaring up for no apparent reason even when they're not trying to use them.
There's a two hour window where the abilities become stronger until it's practically impossible to control before the alarms in the city sound.
Kishin Eggs have been spotted entering the city in droves and this time they haven't come alone...
((OOC: Please put [Character | Location | OPEN/CLOSED ] in your subject header. Also, please specify in the subject header if you've signed up for a Witch encounter!))
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Diablo reveled in the sheer terror the pitiful human displayed. That pleasure rumbled in his chest while he watched as flesh was torn from the man's arms. The metallic scent of human blood filled his nostrils. That fear he gave was beautiful to the demon, and his burning gaze fixated on the way that the man's fears created the small black bugs to crawl out of the many deep injuries he was inflicting on himself. The man screamed, the sound piercing through even the panic and terror flooding the area around them, and Diablo continued to watch in satisfaction when the body began to convulse and yet the human still dug out his own skin and flesh.
It was true beauty for one such as himself, and Diablo took extreme pleasure in devouring that rush of fear before that soul emerged with his dying breath. Diablo reached out to take the soul, savouring the feel of the fear still trembling inside of it before he brought it up to him and ate it. The power flowed through his body causing it to tremble in desire. He needed more, craved it, and he would devour every last human soul he could to bring this world to ashes.
The stench of life drew Diablo's attention from the meat at his feet. Eyes that burned like the fires of hell turned to lock onto the next human. The panic and mayhem all around him went unnoticed as he remained entirely unperturbed by all the violence and blood. His large form turned to his new victim, and the ground seemed to tremble beneath his weight as the deceptively slender demon lord began to advance.
"Let us see how you fare in my Realm of Terror," Diablo's dark voice rumbled as he stretched out his clawed hand towards the human and stretched out his terror wavelength. "Can you feel your death approaching?"
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It was nearly impossible to look away from the scene; though L's legs wanted to bolt, to move now would have been foolish, as his partner would only be drawn to the bakery's store front with that urgent text. Hopefully, he'd arrive quickly... though L questioned how effective even a strong partnered pair could possibly be against what looked, honestly, like the Devil.
The scream that was Diablo's true beauty was like an icy knife in L's stomach, and the urge to flee was stronger than ever. He reached back for the door of the bakery, channeling his barely-controlled panic into getting inside... but it was locked, barring his access and leaving him outside, in the street, to witness a man's horrific death.
He swallowed, the phone slipping from his fingers and clattering to the ground as the chillingly calm monster turned fully toward him. Though his face and eyes remained blank and rigid, every other inch of the man was in minor but constant motion; he was trembling. Words failed him. Everything failed him. Despite L's famed arrogance and confidence in his own abilities, he was a slender mortal that those hands could snap like a toothpick if their owner willed it.
Death is not approaching. Death is here...
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The world around the small and weak looking human seemed to melt away. All of the carnage, all of the blood and destruction gone to be replaced by the darkness of his Shadow Realm. Diablo's entire body seemed to turn black when it appeared to be encased entirely within shadows, and yet he still approached the terrified mortal.
Diablo's body seemed to just mysteriously disappear in the blink of an eye. In his place, a creature seemed to tear itself out from the ground with a blood-curdling screech. Its arms clawed at the asphalt to pull itself out of the depths of hell below. The creature moved to stand up, and when the shadows cast away from it, the light revealed a faceless creature ready to take the shape of L's worst fear as it began to stalk its way over to the weak human.
[ooc: feel free to have L change it into his monster that wants to devour him :D tl;dr as much and as long as you like to get to the point where someone will come in. Diablo will just be watching. If you want me to NPC the creature, then leave me a note at the end of your reply and I will :) ]
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It was a death he'd had time to plan for; mere hours, but it had been enough. This was so sudden, and the most frightening thing about it by far was the fact that L knew he wasn't ready. He had no friends, he had no career at the moment outside of his work with the Watch, but he had a partner who understood him better than he did himself. They were the same kind of monster, to the point where every glaring, hideous flaw, every moment of selfishness and self-destruction and ego, was reflected back at the other. As seasoned liars, both of them, a stark canvas was needed to see the truth.
It wasn't a good time to die, because while he and Light consumed each other, at least neither of them could hurt anyone else. To leave would be to leave the City in the hands of the mass-murderer who had cut him down.
He was in darkness, now. The world around him, the city, its lights and screaming voices, melding into shadow as the skeletal beast continued to stalk toward him. And then he was gone, snuffed out like a candle, leaving only a blank, featureless thing that remained motionless for a few counts. Then, it began to shift and morph, tar-like, into something hulking, amorphous yet solid.
As its maw spread in a slow, razor-toothed grin, L's own hands covered his mouth, pressing against his lips until he could feel his teeth through the skin.
[ooc: If you could NPC the creature for a tag, that would be fantastic!]
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"La..li...t....La...w..." The creature sounded, its attempt to speak almost primitive in nature while its tongue got used to forming shape and sound. Its long arms shifted and began to shorten, taking the appearance of something more human as the creature began adapting at frightening speeds. "La...li...t... La...w...liet."
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As it took its shape, popping and cracking and twisting into its new form, it also gained a new voice, saying the last thing that L wanted to hear from anyone.
Stop. No. You can't, that's mine...
The words stuck in his throat.
The thing started to advance, emaciated, nothing in the dark, hollow eyes but bottomless hunger. A long, red tongue snaked out of the mouth, licking the teeth and drawing black, sick blood from the prehensile muscle.
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As if recognition came into place, a creature that was beginning to look eerily like L seemed to come to a realisation. "I-- am Lawliet. I am you," it said before its teeth riddled mouth pulled up into a bloodied toothy grin. "You are nothing. Lifeless."
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It was a vicious cycle. Running away from the blanket of darkness wasn't possible, so he transformed his arm into a length of chain, gripping the handcuff with his remaining hand and setting his jaw. If death was here for him, it would have to earn the privilege of dragging L Lawliet into its frigid embrace. If there was another thing that wanted to look like L and wear his face in mockery or parody, then it stood to reason that taking it out was his grim responsibility. Hadn't that been the very definition of handling Beyond, drawing his fixation to prevent him from harming others? It was the least a monster like L could do.
Holding the chain in front of him like a shield or net, he narrowed his eyes and stalked the hateful thing in return. His plan was to use the slender length of chain, and every ounce of his strength, to attempt to choke his warped fascimile into submission. Without a Meister to wield him, he was limited, but hardly without conviction.