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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.
no subject
[ sentinels come to mind. thankfully nida's staff seems to knock the robot off balance. charles lets out a quick sigh of relief. ]
Quickly. We should leave.
no subject
[He watches at the robot, stunned from the blow, starts trying to get to its feet again.]
no subject
It'd be in poor taste to leave you to face it alone.
no subject
[He does respect that the guy is worried about him, though.]
You any good in a fight? Pick up a mod or a spell or something?
no subject
Nothing I have can fight a robot.
no subject
[They need to decide quickly, though, because the thing is getting to it's feet.]
no subject
I'll take that option. Let's go!
no subject
Got anyone around you trust that I can get you to?
no subject
[ he sends out a telepathic message, erik? erik can you hear me? ]
no subject
[He doesn't know what can be done. What he can do is push the wheelchair at some speed.]
no subject
[ charles looks back at the robot before sending out another telepathic message, erik, where are you? ]
no subject
Dammit, if I had some rope or something I'd tie you to me and climb up where it couldn't get us easily. With power out we can't even rely in elevators. Stupid world not having more access ramps.
no subject
Anyway. He heard the second, and immediately soared through the air in the direction of the call. ]
Dammit, where are you.
[ He grumbles aloud because he can't actually communicate in words telepathically, just emotion and sensation. ]
I can't see a damned thing!
[ He shouts louder this time. But then he does sense something.
The wheelchair.
He drops to the ground right behind it and whoever is pushing the damned thing. ]
Where is it?
no subject
[ charles exhales, so relieved to see erik, all in one piece. ]
He's following us. He — It can't be too far.
no subject
[Charles may be relieved, but Nida is only very very vaguely comfortable with the concept of flying. Like, barely even okay with it. And here is this guy, just falling out of the air or whatever. He gapes for a long moment before pointing back behind them, and vaguely around the corner.]
You're the, uh, friend. I think I crushed the servos in one leg, so it shouldn't be following too fast. Who knew that beating a metal body with a metal stick would work so well.
[And if he knew what Erik could do, how he'd been flying, he might offer over said metal stick. As it is, he's just staring.]
How did you...? I should save questions for later. Do you want help, or should I stay with this guy?
[Nida doesn't even know Charles' name yet.]
no subject
[ Sure, we'll go with that. He strides past Nida to Charles. ]
Are you injured?
[ To Nida. ]
I don't need help.
[ The robot approaches, and Erik lifts his hand. It goes flying and slams into a wall. ]
no subject
I'm fine. We both are. You came just in time.
no subject
That was impressive. Seriously, how did you do it? Where did you get that power?
no subject
Of course it was impressive. I'm a mutant.
[ He turns to Charles, kneeling so they're eye-level, his expression much more tender. ]
Well. You know how fond I am of making an entrance. However. [ He glances away, expression tightening. ] I think it's time to make our grand exit. Pursued by a bot.
no subject
I'm quite ready to leave this behind me.
[ glancing at nida. ]
Will you be all right? I should be fine now.
no subject
[But if they need to go, they need to go.]
I’ll be fine. I’m a combat apecialist. I’ll be fine.