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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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"Oh no." There's concern on her face and just a hint of anger in her voice when she speaks again. "Their minds are different. It hurt a bit. Kinda like if you slammed your head against a big hard wall." She puts her hands behind her back and rocks back and forth for a second and pulls them out and touches her head with one. "I can see inside people's minds. It doesn't usually hurt and it's usually not hard. But this was different. It felt bad. And my nose bled." Which was annoying but at least it had been helpful here. "And it couldn't do what I can do. If it could it would have been filled with big bads." Then she would have been the big bad. Not a fun idea. "Maybe they still needed to grow more?"
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And for a moment he's fucking livid, though he doesn't say it out loud. The irritation rolls off him in waves, and if emotion could be shown in imagery the rain falling on him would be steaming off his shoulders.
He realizes, bitterly, that the Heart had purposefully avoided telling them about this. That they must have known from the things they said, but they used withholding information as a way to manipulate them. A backwards way of 'trust us to know best'.
It doesn't raise his confidence in them, not when they'll trickle information to suit their own ends.
He sets his jaw. "I should have gotten her name so I could check on her later. Come on. Let's make sure some other people are safe."
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"We were always prepared in Whitechapel. We should have been here too." It was life or death in Whitechapel and clearly it was life or death here as well. She let out a frustrated huff.
"I could find her again I think. I'll try tomorrow to check in." It was the least she could do. "I hope there won't be too many hurt because of all this..."
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He doesn't mean to sound patronizing saying that to her, just concerned and reassuring. That rage melts off him and he puts his arm around her shoulders if she'll let him.
"I'm glad we got a way to do a follow-up. Come on. Let's go find someone else, okay?"
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"FreakAngels. That's what we call ourselves." She smiles very gently and leans against him after he puts his arm around her shoulders. Touch is something she never minds. Back home there was always an abundance of touching and it's been strange to be without that here.
"Yes, we should do that. Find more badguys and make sure everyone's okay!"