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dualislogs2019-10-19 06:55 pm
headandhand) wrote in dualislogs2019-10-19 06:55 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- adventure time: finn mertens,
- dc comics: cissie king-jones,
- dc comics: jason todd,
- dc comics: stephanie brown,
- dc comics: tim drake-wayne,
- destiny: drifter,
- detroit: become human: hank anderson,
- ff7: sephiroth,
- ff7: vincent valentine,
- ff8: nida nomura,
- freakangels: arkady,
- mass effect: thane krios,
- mcu: loki odinson,
- mcu: pietro maximoff,
- mcu: wanda maximoff
we’re ready to make you one of us.
WHO: Open to all Dualizens
WHAT: When Roboclones Attack
WHERE: Anywhere in the city!
WHEN: The night of Oct. 19
WARNINGS: Please use these if applicable! And if you happen to end up dead by roboclone, please fill out the death form!
It’s an ordinary night in Dualis, until it suddenly becomes a very dark and stormy night in Dualis. There hasn’t been a single day of unpleasant weather since any of you arrived, but soon after the sun begins to sink behind the city’s skyscrapers and the neon lights intensify for the night, storm clouds begin to gather overhead and unleash a cacophony of thunder, a deluge of rain, and brilliant spikes of lightning arcing across the sky.
It’s a violent storm, to be sure, but surely severe weather is no challenge in such a technologically advanced city as Dualis, right? As long as you stay indoors, you can keep safe and dry until the storm passes.
Except … less than an hour after the storm begins, the power all across the city goes completely out. All buildings are dark except for the illumination cast by lightning across brick and steel and glass. All electronics - including phones - are dead, all biometric locks are disabled, and no attempts to call, text, or reach the internet or the network succeed. Eerily, the streets are silent and empty.
Under normal circumstances, such a widespread blackout would merely be odd and inconvenient, but tonight, circumstances are anything but normal. About half an hour after the blackout begins, something approaches you, wherever you are. In the dark, you’ll be able to make out that its shape is humanoid, but maybe its motions are jerky and mechanical. As it draws closer and you get a better look, by candlelight or flashlight or flash of lightning, you recognize the face staring back at you.
That face is your own.
The face, like the rest of the body, is likely some degree of incomplete, an incongruous jigsaw of metal and flesh, but it’s definitely yours. And this machine doppelganger’s mission is soon made apparent as it launches a targeted attack on you:
It’s here to kill you.
After nearly four hours, the storm subsides and the power is restored and the city falls back into its normal rhythm. Will you survive until then?
May the odds be ever in your favor, friends.
WHAT: When Roboclones Attack
WHERE: Anywhere in the city!
WHEN: The night of Oct. 19
WARNINGS: Please use these if applicable! And if you happen to end up dead by roboclone, please fill out the death form!
It’s an ordinary night in Dualis, until it suddenly becomes a very dark and stormy night in Dualis. There hasn’t been a single day of unpleasant weather since any of you arrived, but soon after the sun begins to sink behind the city’s skyscrapers and the neon lights intensify for the night, storm clouds begin to gather overhead and unleash a cacophony of thunder, a deluge of rain, and brilliant spikes of lightning arcing across the sky.
It’s a violent storm, to be sure, but surely severe weather is no challenge in such a technologically advanced city as Dualis, right? As long as you stay indoors, you can keep safe and dry until the storm passes.
Except … less than an hour after the storm begins, the power all across the city goes completely out. All buildings are dark except for the illumination cast by lightning across brick and steel and glass. All electronics - including phones - are dead, all biometric locks are disabled, and no attempts to call, text, or reach the internet or the network succeed. Eerily, the streets are silent and empty.
Under normal circumstances, such a widespread blackout would merely be odd and inconvenient, but tonight, circumstances are anything but normal. About half an hour after the blackout begins, something approaches you, wherever you are. In the dark, you’ll be able to make out that its shape is humanoid, but maybe its motions are jerky and mechanical. As it draws closer and you get a better look, by candlelight or flashlight or flash of lightning, you recognize the face staring back at you.
That face is your own.
The face, like the rest of the body, is likely some degree of incomplete, an incongruous jigsaw of metal and flesh, but it’s definitely yours. And this machine doppelganger’s mission is soon made apparent as it launches a targeted attack on you:
It’s here to kill you.
After nearly four hours, the storm subsides and the power is restored and the city falls back into its normal rhythm. Will you survive until then?
May the odds be ever in your favor, friends.
David Alleyne | OTA
The darkness doesn't matter. That's not what worries him. His greater concern was that people could hurt themselves in the dark. So he makes the stupidest mistake. He heads downstairs and pops his head outside. Only to see the horror he wasn't ready for. Him but not. Him by the skin not covering its jaw. Him but with metal hands that immediately lunge for his throat and close around it.
David's been trained to take on a number of different kinds of robots. None of them were about ones that looked like him. Not one without support, without a team. And the pain... Oh the pain. And darkness already closing at the edges of her vision given he can't breathe.
Patching People Up - OTA at Dorms
When all is said and done and the power comes on, David sends a quick message out on the dorms' internal messaging system.
If you need immediate medical assistance, come to the lobby. I've got my gear set up for assistance. Look for the black guy with the yellow glasses.
Meanwhile he's definitely set up with all of this, his medical kit open and ready to go, preparing to patch up just about anyone who could need it. Not that he looks in great shape himself. There's a nice ring of bruises around his neck, not to mention a few other scrapes and scratches. But he's doing his best.
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"You okay, baby?" she asks David, managing a smile as his robot clone attacks him. "Nothing here's ᴡʀᴏɴɢ?" The silvery word hangs in the air after she speaks it, manifested and metallic, and after half a second she flicks her hand toward the robot and flings the letters into the robot's body. They sink deep into the double's body and she smiles as it sinks to the ground.
"Hang in there."
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He should be okay now, right? The woman, powered clearly, should be the primary threat, right? He should be fine. Except it immediately starts reaching out for David again, a hand gripping at David's ankle. He's too week to kick the guy off.
"Help," he rasps out, his throat too damaged to have the words really carry.
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The woman looks at him and her smile fades as her outline blurs, her appearance changing. The silver pigment on her lips and chin disappears, her braids turn into loose wild curls, and Jane's face shows more concern, frowning as she reaches an open hand out for David.
"You okay? I can get you to a hospital."
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"I'm a doctor. I'll be okay. I... how did you do that?"
Sure, he knows people with powers, but he'd never seen such a visual change to them.
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Jane kicks at David's roboclone, fairly disgusted by the doubles and their insidious, pathetic symbolism. She gets blood on her boot, which bothers her less than she expects.
"Do what? Cut the motherfucker up? That was Silver Tongue, not me."
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Then he regards the woman. And... tries not to look puzzled or intrigued. Just take it in stride, he has to remind himself.
"Well, I hope she is aware that I appreciate the save. Usually the robots trying to kill me are taller than buildings. I wasn't expecting this."
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She doesn't mind either puzzlement or intrigue, and seems a little puzzled herself.
"Sounds like these ones should be a breeze then." Or maybe the guy was just lying about his robot-fighting skills. Either way, he was safe now. "Okay, catch you later, doc."
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Wait, she's going already? David definitely looks confused.
"It's dangerous out there."
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"I know, I just saved you."
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She's definitely frustrating him, but he can accept it.
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She frustrates everyone. But she is good at taking care of herself.
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"If you find anyone that is hurt and here is closer than a hospital or clinic, bring them to me."
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Patching Up (I'm late to the party so def feel free to ignore/not reply if you don't wanna)
She's only here to see if anyone has any information on what the holy fuck any of that was. She might snag a bandaid or two, but she's here on recon not medical help, don't mind any of it.
"Hey stranger," She huffs out when she spots a familiar face- oh, name, fuck, naaaame, uh. Oh! David! Right. "Any chance you know what the hell is going on?"
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He looks up and meets the gaze of the woman. Oh. Her. Great. And injured.
"Sit down. I want to look at that eye of yours. And your knee. No arguments."
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"I'm entirely fine, it's hardly a couple scratches." She argues anyways.
But, hey, she isn't totally being defiant. She does move to sit so he can give the super totally superficial wounds a look. Not because they are throbbing with ache, and not because her pant leg is sopping wet with knee blood. Just because maybe, just maybe, playing somewhat agreeable for a few seconds could help with the information gathering. Of course.
"Got anything for stitches in there?" She asks as she wiggles fingers into the hole of her pants and starts ripping the material to get better access to the unnecessarily large and deep gash on her knee. Okay. Maybe that one particular spot does need some medical attention, but only so she knows she's top of her game for the next fight.
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He reaches for his kit and starts by reaching for gauze to clear up the blood so he can figure out just how bad it is.
"I've got my suture kit. I'm a doctor. Not here, but I am back home. I'll get this patched up."
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"Figured that much, but why now? The storm?" Rig a blackout during a storm so people initially write it off to the weather, cut off communication, strike when it's dark... Obviously, but she is mildly confused and incredibly frustrated by the whole mess of bullshit.
"What I wouldn't do for biofoam or a healing kit right now." She grumbles and leans back to give him space. She considers a thanks or expressing the tiny bit of happiness at snagging an actual doctor with a real suture kit to handle this, but. Eh, it can wait. "If you're gonna force medical treatment on me, might wanna see what you can do about these knuckles before I get back out there."
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Biofoam? David's confused by the comment because he's never heard of it. What he wants, though, is his friend Josh. The guy healed with a touch.
"Knee first. Then I'll make sure your nose has stopped bleeding. Then I'll bind your hands for boxing if you insist on going back out."
He's got priorities. And her fighting more isn't one of them. He's too focused on the cleaning the wound and washing it with water. A deep cut, and not clean. Yeah, stitches are needed. He sighs.
"I'm going to have to pour disinfectant on this. And suture. I have no sedatives. Would you like a rag to bite down on?"
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"I can say with, like, 90% certainty, my nose isn't broken." She's had more than her fair share of nose breaks, and seen other's with them too. She's no medic or doctor, but it's probably fine. Probably. She sits pretty still as he cleans the wound, it's not fun but it's not the worst she's held steady to endure.
"And yea, I insist on going back out there. I've been itching for some real fucking fighting since I got here- and, I mean. Honestly?" She pauses for a second, considering even hinting at having any soft spots or humanity in her before deciding, fuck it, who's the nerd going to tell? "Honestly. Have you seen the majority of people living here or stuck here? They're going to be slaughtered. If some of us aren't out there fighting any stragglers or hauling back people too fucked up to get somewhere safe, who will?"
Sure, South loves to play the baddass hero for ego and bragging rights, but she's not a heartless monster who doesn't care if people are murdered by robot bastards. Too many of the people here are soft and squishy, she's not. She can fight while they can't defend themselves, she can't just ignore that.
Though his warning and offer cause her to bust out laughing, cracking up as she rolls her eyes, "Buddy, I've had zero sedatives while getting bullets dug out of me, I think I can manage some stringing water and some needle pokes."
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He takes out a bottle and pours the contents over her knee. No warning is the best warning. Then he's pulling on new gloves for the stitches.
"Yeah, I almost died myself."
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The sanitizing isn’t any fun, but it’s not anywhere near the worst pain she’s ever had. She just breathes deeply through that part, waiting for the stinging to stop as she narrows her eyes at the offending wound.
“Color me surprised.” She grunts out, letting free a held breath before nodding slightly, “You find a place to hide until the lights came back on?”
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"It tends to be smart not to piss off the guy tending to your wounds. Getting jumped and choked doesn't mean I can't handle myself."
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She’s watching closely as he preps things, puffing up her cheeks before adding. “Seriously, all I even meant was you don’t look like a hand-to-hand or close quarters fighter to me. Or any kind of physical fighter, more of a tech-head than someone throwing fists.”
Nerd, she means he looks like a nerd. Not exactly in a negative way, just not someone she’d expect to win in any sort of melee fight. Maybe it’s a rash judgement, she hardly even kinda knows the guy, but she honestly isn’t meaning it badly. Hell, even she got pretty fucked up by the murderbots, she wouldn’t be the least but surprised if he had been killed.
“You’re the one who said anything about not handling yourself, not me.” She finally tacs on as she shrugs, rolling her eyes again. “You didn’t die, so, seems you handled the situation fine enough.”
She is being downright nice if you ask her! No reason to be pissed, geez, at least save that for when she is being a dick!
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Not to mention being smart. And that tech-head she assumed. Then again, he might seem a bit more capable if he ever wore clothes that gave away that his whole body was fighting trim.
"You just run on assumptions, don't you?" he mumbles as he sinks the needle in the first time. Oh, no warning? Rude of him. Oh well.
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