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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.
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He clenched his jaw, nodding and forcing a smile that touched his eyes through sheer force of will. "To the holding cells, then. It will be more secure to lock those at any rate."
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The man is led back to the cell and put inside. He is keeping a wary eye on Maggie, and gives her a tentative, "N-nice doggie."
She stalls to look at him, then back at Hank and Loki.
"Maggie, I need you to guard this man. If another double comes in, I want you to run them off or hurt 'em enough that they can't get back here, alright sweetie?"
This time he'll suggest she leaves them alive if they show up. In the station they could be interrogated later. He stoops to pet between her ears after the hard words.
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He watched Hank handle his pet, though he believed it would be more accurate to call her something like a partner, nodding once he was finished. He knew he could easily seal the doors, keep them from being breached, but he didn't know how long the spell would last, or if it was something he was going to need to maintain. If it were the latter, he admitted at least to himself, it wasn't going to be possible.
Still, weary or no, Loki would press on, because it was something heroes did, if his brother was to be trusted, and there were few in the city capable of defending themselves from these doubles. "We should clear the station. I'd be a shame to seal the enemy in with us."