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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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"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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At least, by some divine intervention or other miracle, she keeps those thoughts in her head for now. Instead, she focuses on that mumble, rolling her eyes and missing any slight visual warnings as she starts to reply.
“Maybe, but-“ And then she’s cut off with a startled yell, a pained hiss and heavy exhale following. “Fuck, man! I thought you said you were a doctor-! Even still wet behind the ears medics give some kind of warning first!”
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"I'm a doctor. A neurosurgeon specifically, but ER medicine is a secondary specialty. And you earned it."
Yeah, he's definitely losing the 'first do no harm' thing here. This place didn't need it. She could find a clinic for that. Or someone with healing magic.
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"I've earned praise and celebrations, not surprise needle attacks!" South insists, but even with her loud fussing and complaining, she's holding still and steady. She's not going to start squirming or shit, the less she moves the quicker and easier it'll be over.
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There is no praise, no celebrations here. The night doesn't call for it. He's too worried about who didn't make it after all of this. But soon enough he's finished the stitches. After the first push of the needle he's quick, efficient, and minimizing pain. No reason to overly punish her.
"You really need to be more considerate to the people around you."
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When he's done, she leans down more to peer closer at the stitches, narrowing her eyes a second as she nods.
"You sound like my brother." She says offhandedly, the words just slip out on their own without thought but she can't unsay them now. Fuck.
"Hey, alright, I'm at least gonna say 'thank you' before I head out." Just going to ignore what she accidentally said a second ago, brother, what brother, she didn't say shit-! "And I will admit that you...didn't do a bad job at this."
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He knows better than to ask about the brother.
"Too much to ask you to stay out of trouble?"
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"Hey, I'm not running around looking for trouble from murderbots, alright?" She starts with first, shoulders heaving in an exaggerated shrug, "Not hiding from it either, but. Like I said, someone's gotta fight back before the whole city is demolished."
Then, after a brief, quick second, she exhales heavily, sagging her shoulders as she finally says, "And. Yea... Thanks."
It's not a whole lot, and less wordy than her usual, typically mean, chittering. But she does seem genuine when she looks to his face and tries to make eye contact. She doesn't like needing someone's help, she doesn't enjoy the way it makes her feel...weaker for it. And she'd wholeheartedly insist she's fine, she would've been fine, it just makes a bit more sense to get patched up so she's closer to being tip-top, that's the only reason she's sat here for it. If she hadn't sat here for it, she would have still been entirely fine-!
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"Let me see those knuckles so we can get them cleaned and wrapped. Promise to actually be gentle this time."
Because he does care about keeping people safe. And if this is a way he can do it, then he well.
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If she had more time before the power was cut- and any indication she’d be fighting tonight, she would’ve preemptively wrapped her own hands to avoid or at least minimize this kind of damage. Well, wrapped her hands and grabbed a weapon or two. As it was, she’d been looking forward to a lazy night lounging in bed, then maybe going out again in the super early morning hours. So much for any of that.
“You have anything on you or around here weapon-wise?” She asks suddenly, “And that needle doesn’t count, it has to be at least a scalpel or something...”
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"No, I don't carry weapons. The body is its own weapon," David answers, taking more gauze to finish wrapping her knuckles. Once that's done he pats her uninjured leg again as he stands.
"Be careful out there. Find a chair or something and break the leg off."
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"I wasn't asking for myself." South replies simply, giving a testing flex of her hands as she stands up with him, "You gonna be fine alone here waiting for people to show up?"
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"Oh, you're... worried about me," David smiles, stripping his gloves off and putting them into a trash bag. "Thank you for that. And I will stay here to wait. I don't need to worry about being alone."
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But she decides to just nod, shrug again, and be all kinds of smooth and casual. "Well the comms are open again, so, hit me up if something tries to melt your face off or something."
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Because keeping people alive here mattered to him.
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"Yes, sir!" She gives a grin and half-assed, lazy salute to him as she starts back out. With all this shit going, a teeny, tiny dash of silly isn't bad. "But I want a lollipop next time, maybe a cartoon sticker, too."
South is tempted to warn him to barricade the door and only let people he knows are human in, but... She's not his mother, he's not a child, and he keeps insisting he can handle himself, so, he'll probably figure it out fine.
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"You look like a lime lollipop person. I'll make sure there is one."
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