the head | the hand (
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 experimentally flexes the fingers on his heavily-bandaged right hand, trying to curl them into a fist, but scowls when they barely twitch.
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"Alright, I've got supplies in my room, it's probably the closest first aid you're gonna get. Can you climb, or do we have to take the stairs? Neither of us should be wandering around on our own right now."
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"Stay behind me. I'm on the top floor, but they could still come at us from downstairs." She keeps her voice low, though she suspects with the technology available here the robots probably have heat and vibration sensors. She waves for him to stick to the wall as she creeps to the stairwell door and turns the knob in near silence. Her back is to the door frame as she pushes the door gently open, waits a moment, then peeks through. The stairwell is totally silent, so she waves him to follow her up the stairs.
The process is repeated at the door into the hall, but it's all clear until they're safely inside her room. She locks the door behind them before digging into the closet, as comfortable in the darkness as though she were working. In a way, she is. The backpack she pulls out holds her first aid kit, but it's also where she keeps her Batgirl gear. She sets that aside for now. She may need some of it, but she hasn't decided how much. The first aid kit is all she needs right now.
"Alright, sit. Let's take a look."
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At each landing he waits for her signal and then plods up the stairs after her, his legs feeling just a little heavier each time. He's damned grateful by the time they've finally reached her room, and when she offers him a seat he settles down into it heavily and lets out a long exhale.
The wrappings around his right hand were sticky with drying blood. It takes a little coaxing to find the end and begin to unwind them, but he manages eventually. The pain is ... it isn't less than it was before, but it was duller. More distant.
It wasn't necessarily a good thing given he'd had a hole stabbed through the center of his palm.
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"This shouldn't hurt," she warns him, "so tell me if it does." The blood left under the bandages is cleaned off with (alcohol-free) wipes up to a point where she can see the wound itself. She hums thoughtfully at it.
"Could be a lot worse. What did he get you with?" She starts cleaning what blood she can from the wound itself before she can apply pressure to try to stop the sluggish bleeding.
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She peers at the injury more closely, half hoping she'll be able to tell by sight what sort of gunk got into it from the knife.
"This'll need stitching," she adds as an aside.
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Hopefully something in this gods damned city will be able to heal the wound cleanly, though. Without the aid of someone can knit flesh with magic, wounds like the one on his hand tend to have a lasting effect.
"As for feeling differently ..." He shakes his head. "No. Nothing that I've noticed, at least, but it hasn't been long."
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"If the city wants to hurt us there are easier ways than failing to treat blood poinsoning. Setting loose killer robots, for example."
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Surprisingly, the guy from a world where everything is trying to kill him is a little paranoid. Even if he's being a touch sarcastic about it at just this moment.
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She pulls Aleifr's hand away from the top bandage, making sure he keeps pressure on the bottom. Then she starts stitching, piercing the skin quickly but taking her time to set each stitch properly. She doesn't have so much experience with this that she can afford to get careless.
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Her idea, though ... that makes sense.
"You think this was a fuck up, then?" He asks. "The doubles weren't meant to get loose?"
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"Though I have to wonder how they could have gotten out accidentally. If a power outage could do it all they'd need are backup generators." She finishes the last stitch on this side and sits back with a sigh.
"I've got a bad feeling about this." An idea is forming about what exactly has happened here, and she doesn't like it.
"Flip it over, and keep pressure on the finished side. No sense taking chances on blood loss."
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"Either the Machine prepared poorly, or there's bigger problems in the works."
Neither possibility is particularly appealing.
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She finishes up his hand, presses the gauze back to the wound and sets about wrapping the thing with fresh linen.
"How did the streets look when you were out there?"
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"Of course they did." Because her life can never be easy. She secures the new bandages in place and tosses the trash from the whole operation. That done, she gets up to riffle through her utility belt. Some of the items will be useless against a bunch of robots, and she's already removed the electronics that don't function without Batman's network. She fills the remaining spaces with still more first aid supplies and all of the knives she swiped from her own double.
"I need to change. No reason not to bring a little extra protection." She can always wear a jacket over the bat symbol. Secrecy is a difficult habit to break.
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"Got any weapons to spare?"
She won't be doing it alone, though.
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"Mostly projectiles. But I'm sure we can get you a good bludgeon somewhere."
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