Log; Ongoing

[1eye-sees-all.livejournal.com]

When; Dec. 01 (evening)
Rating; PG-13 (violence, language)
Characters; open
Summary; and The Host arrives in the city square, refer to this for guidelines
Log;

Almost four hundred pounds of cyborg puppeteer was flung haphazardly into the brick wall, through the brick wall. She bounced along, meat and metal, every part of her throbbing with a maddening pain no other puppeteer could bear to fathom. Her fur was matted, marked by sweat and blood. Something felt dislocated. Her right foreleg was numbing. Despite the assurances of the advanced, top-of-the-line musculature melding that prevented most primitive projectile weapons from puncturing her vitals, she still could be mangled, like now. She wasn't sure how long she could last. Maybe she deserved this, could have foreseen this; she was stupid and headstrong enough to fight the beast bare hoofed. She should have brought a blade, a small projectile weapon, spent her free time trying to construct a basic harmful laser, something. Instead she had launched herself at the thing, over the gaping maw, between the two withered, leathery necks, trying to tear into its wrinkled back flesh with her clawed hooves. There was her enhanced strength, and then there was the creature's reflexes, how what was once its back leg was held like an Earth scorpion's. That was careless.

Unfertilized gametes still leaked out of the hole in her belly. It had tried to impregnate her, pumping her gut full of the slime while the other one that would assuredly turn her into a vessel of infection was held off with both sets of teeth. The other two prongs had been trying to tear her open. She got away then and had been running ever since. There was fear, and then there was the basic Fear that had gripped her people ever so tightly. Never had she been so scared for her (second) life.

It caught her. She fought back, but it was a futile attempt: It was insanely strong. Unbelievably strong. No creature could be that strong.

The sickening scent of ill puppeteer musk came closer. She could almost feel its horrid, humid breaths as it homed in with a slow, agonizing sureness; it knew where she was. Her remaining two legs uselessly swung against the crumbles and tile; she could not crouch away, her legs weren't built for it. A cornered herd beast, Guardian threw both heads back and gave a cry of alarm, an ancient noise of pained, panicked trumpets that carried a message that she begged was universal.

An oily voice. Low notes slithered through the air in her native tongue: "Yes... Sing for the humans you love to despise. They shall come to the beautiful sight of me crushing your proud Guardian bones. Let your demise mark my departure from your wretched, terrified race.

"Die in terror, disposable little Warrior."

The great shape could be seen crawling. Those teeth could be heard, clacking with an ill glee anticipating her battered body. Maybe it flickered gold. Golden tentacles. Many golden tentacles reaching for her, promising a second death.

Comments

[m1jac0ge0.livejournal.com]

"What do you WANT?" Mulder was heading for the square, pulling his gun, even though he already knew he was low on bullets and it was pretty pointless against something this big anyway.

He came relatively close and then just...gawked.
He'd seen some weird shit in his day, but this took the cake.

To Mulder

[1eye-sees-all.livejournal.com]

The creature briefly stopped for a moment, a head turning back to the newcomer. The anthill was struck and already the first of the little, little ants were pouring out to defend it all.

His original prey was down, so it turned, ready to charge.

watch me rape the monkeys you fantasized destroying yourself, little Warrior.

to The Host

[rubyred-sight.livejournal.com]

Kantarou had known instinctively when and where The Host had arrived and once within sight, paid reverence to the creature with a low bow.

Behind him, several monsters he had enlisted from the underground, three in total, including Heartless-kun, followed him in tow.

"....You have come," he whispered with awe as he took in all that was the great Host.

Re: to KanKan

[1eye-sees-all.livejournal.com]

There were more than just three monsters, for the rest of the children had come. Some were human, some less than that. A few sported the bruises of broken necks, and others perfectly healthy, all of one mind. All for the host. They gathered with the boy who had red eyes. All of one mind. All of one goal. What smiling children. Many of them bowed to Kantarou in kind.

"Respect--" said one woman.

"--for respect," said a not quite human man.

To Kan-chan

[kendogrl.livejournal.com]

"So, you are here." Her words were icy cold. Motoko stood, facing Kantarou, sword drawn. "You say you wish to protect Fuyu, and so to find power you cling to this...filth? I will not forgive you for this. I'll give you one chance! Come to your senses, for Fuyu's sake!" She slid into her stance, waiting for his reply.

(Subway)

[ex-janvalent852.livejournal.com]

After Luke's warning, Jan and the assorted non-humans armed themselves and gathered at the Subway's Entrance, looking outside at the City....waiting for the slimey horde to arrive.

It did, but by another route.

A muffled sonic boom in the Men's Room and seconds later the door exploded off it's hinges by the tidal wave force of slugs.

Re: (Subway)

[10thdiv-haineko.livejournal.com]

Ran suddenly appeared next to Jan, her blade unsheathed and in her hands. She didn't speak, but closed her eyes and allowed her reiatsu to flare along her consciousness, pulling her power to her call.

Finally, she glanced over at Jan. "Sorry I been a bitch lately. Where the hell are..."

She was cut off by a loud noise.

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

Greed had seen about enough. This thing had been pissing him off for too long as it is. He donned his second skin and bounded to the town center, drawn by the scent of the beast.

He would show this upstart not to face a homunculus.

"Yo, amigo. Back away from that morsel. It's time for the "

In a flash, he was already in the air, trying to come down on the beast's skull.

From Mulder's Post, To Mulder, To Greed

[1eye-sees-all.livejournal.com]

The bullets hardly phased it. As a matter of fact, they seemed to be spewed out by the flesh, rejected. Adaptation. Eventually the mallable cells had adjusted themselves to the concentrated impact and it bounced off.

"Little ape is no longer amusing," the Host snarled through one stalk head, the third leg, pronged tail, whipping at the tiny little man-snack. "Perhaps this creature might serve as more ample entertainment," growled the other.

Both seemed to openly grin, or somehow as they perpetually did, when this other newcomer came down, ready to grab him with wicked teeth.

(above the Square still)

[heartxofxcruxis.livejournal.com]

Mithos, no, Yggdrasill broke into a predatory grin when he saw the creature down below, rampaging in the square. He'd had thoughts, doubts about joining the creature's cause (and how he had the thought of doing so, he couldn't have been able to explain to anyone), but seeing the massive, positively powerful being, Yggdrasill's doubts all but disappeared. This thing was powerful, worthy of his respect, and if it went against him, he was going to destroy it anyway. Just like everyone else.

Yes. He was only biding his time. Later, when all the filthy things were wiped out, destroyed and the city, the world was cleansed, he would deal with the thing's kind. For now, he was going to protect it and destroy all who stood before his path.

Re: to yggdrasill (now above the square)

[gunofdis.livejournal.com]

Cobray was still hanging onto one of his Gun Slaves, flying high above the area after retreating from the monster. Then he spotted HIM. Yggdrasill. Lounging around with not a care.

"You! Thinking of your perfect world right now?"

((your writing makes me feel inferior))

[lightningknife.livejournal.com]

Her curiosity sparked by all the noise, Larxene entered the square. The scene there startled even her. That... giraffey horse alien thing- Guardian, right?- was dying, whatever, she'd seen plenty of things die- the apparition with all the tentacles drew all her attention. Tentacles, two heads, lots of teeth- the grotesque form was like nothing she'd ever seen.

Hmm. So is this that Host they were talking about, then? Larxene watched intently from the shadow of a building. She'd love (in an apathetic, heartless sort of way) to get her revenge for those damn slugs and all, but it would be stupid to run in without knowing what she was up against.

It looked like this thing might be more than even she could handle, though, even if she could still call lesser Nobodies to her side. After all, if this Host could throw Guardian around like she were light as feathers...

(Above the Square.)

[captainshort.livejournal.com]

Holly was on her way to the Underground, eyes scanning for a good entrance point when something else caught her eye. It wasn't below ground anymore, that much was for certain. She didn't understand how she could have missed it from the rooftop earlier.

Gritting her teeth, the elf crossed her arms over her chest for speed as she dove towards the creature, thoughts already racing through a rough plan, magic buzzing and laser at her hip.

"Hey, Mud Worm!" she shouted, just as she stop dead in the air to let loose her first shots. "Play time's over!"

Re: (Above the Square.)

[heartxofxcruxis.livejournal.com]

Yggdrasill fortunately spotted the woman shortly before she could let loose any of her shots and he cast a quick barrage of lighting spikes at her, hoping to wound and not kill. It would not be good to kill someone so quickly.

He laughed.

"Why, hello, filthy human. Wings on your lowly kind? How disgraceful."

to host or anyone.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

Faye hadn't really been looking for a gunfight, but at this point she was so irritated that she was liable to blow the head off of anything that so much as gave her a funny look. With Ed running around like her regular wild child self, Faye's nerves were frazzled enough.

A walk had seemed like such a lovely idea, too. She hadn't expected Mister Eyeball to be out and about, though, and that put a little damper on her plans. But that didn't matter. She'd taken to carrying the Glock around with her fully loaded. This could be fun, she thought.

She fired three shots in the direction of the creature, not bothering to wait and see if she hit her mark before leaving her spot.

Re: to host or anyone.

[1eye-sees-all.livejournal.com]

Not enough bullets to adapt. The flesh absorbed the little annoying pinpricks, then spewed. The mouth, although drill-shaped but hardly a drill in itself, although they served a similar fucntion, was pounded into the ground, tearing up pavement and street. It was a matter of moments until it had disappered into the hole.

to host and anyone

[gunofdis.livejournal.com]

Cobray, from the temple, bent space to the square. He heard about everyone else, and now he appeared.

He looked at the creature in awe. He had never seen anything so disgusting. Cobray frowned though, remembering Jr. He stalked forward, angry about it's previous actions.

To Cobray

[1eye-sees-all.livejournal.com]

A rumble, then an eruption, a rain of pavement and dust as the massive creature exploded from under his feet from the concrete below. The maw clicked open as soon as it was sure that it would be eating more meat than soil.

EAT. EAT. FEED. EAT.

[lady-turk.livejournal.com]

A target. She had a target. The thing that had hurt Jr. so badly had finally shown itself and damned if Elena was just going to sit by and not do anything. She wanted a piece of it, but she knew better than to rush forward and charge in, bullets flying. At the very least though, she'd see what the others would do and hopefully, she would see someone become the thing's executioner.

But if she saw an opening, any opening, to do damage to it, she was going to take it. No thought involved. Just going in and attacking in the style that had made her a Turk. Quick and deadly.

Standing aside, close enough so that she could see everything, Elena stood. Gloves pulled on tight and pistols loaded, her mouth set in a thin line and her stern eyes watching and waiting.

Re: to Elena

[1eye-sees-all.livejournal.com]

Guns? GUNS? Several of the slugged could not help but chortle from their gaping mouths, tongues connected to minds that no longer understood how easily they could fall from a bullet. Bullets meant nothing. The children were everything. They walked towards the blonde Turk, aimless and yet she was the goal in their eyes. They walked without fear of death, wanting to attack her, consume her.

[magistervenenum.livejournal.com]

For several days after injuring his leg in the initial earthquake, Severus had been hiding from the activities.

He had made a few batches of slug antivenom, and some Molotov cocktails.

Snape hadn't had much going for him since arriving here, but then, this hadn't bothered him overly.
He was a solitary person, usually, and had decided upon learning he was trapped here to make the best of it.

So far the only people he'd met were the ones who had come when his leg was hurt (hadn't even got their names!), Evey and Maude (well, & Draco and Tonks, but they're STUDENTS).
Evey'd been hurt.
This pissed him off.

He was overhead, flying on a rather unwieldy broom, dropping little bottles of explosive potion.

There was no way his spells would work on the host, he was sure, but that didn't stop him from drawing his wand and having a zap at it's army.

"Contego contra prodigium," he called, making shields around the injured and, when he could draw close enough to the monsters, he had no qualms about using the killing curse. "Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra!!"

to Severus and The Host... anyone -_-;

[for-destiny.livejournal.com]

Jowy had followed Severus in confusion, but being unable to fly, he was stuck in the mayhem on the ground. He'd never seen anything quite like this... even the chaos at Muse after Luca Blight had unleashed the Beast Rune wasn't like this. This.. he had no words. It was a battle, but not quite. The ones fighting; they didn't look like soldiers at all but ordinary people, children, parents, mothers and fathers, old women...

"What's happening?" he yelled in confusion, one hand gripping tightly on his staff, ready to defend himself but not quite to inflict harm on anyone.

Beware anyone in the immediate vicinity around him

[strawhat-hater.livejournal.com]

"Miserable, fetid spawn. They've ruined many a meal for me."

Crocodile strolled throught the chaos, puffing lightly on his cigar and assessing the multiple possessed denizens aiming for him. Luckily, he didn't really care that much about collateral damage.

"Tch. So bothersome."

He placed a hand on the ground and began to concentrate.

"GROUND...DEATH!"

((ooc: This move drains all the moisture from the earth and things touching it within a limited radius around him. People are reduced to husks, buildings crumble, plants turn to dust. Evasive action if you don't want to become a withered mummy!))

Re: Beware anyone in the immediate vicinity around him

[lightningknife.livejournal.com]

((Is there any visual cue to the radius of the attack?))

[heavensentkillr.livejournal.com]

A large figure perched on the edge of one of the rooftops, a safe distance away from the fight.

"What a lovely show." No.9 grinned to himself, watching the mayhem unfold before him. So many people were ready to try and kill the creature in such a reckless manner.

Such a pity. They should have took their time and gathered information.

That was exactly what the GOLEM was doing right now. Watching and learning. He, too, had made that mistake back in his own world. Rushing into battle without truly knowing his enemies' abilities or weaknesses.

But No.9 did come prepared.. just in case. Clutched in his right hand was his trusty Gunblade. He had even packed a few magazines, incase he actually needed to use the gun part of his favorite weapon.

Now it was time to sit and enjoy the show.

to No. 9

[1eye-sees-all.livejournal.com]

Sit and watch? Think not. Those that had been reduced to reanimated husks crept along the buildings, towards the voyeur. If he was not with them then he sure as hell was against him, wasn't that the way it went? Four of them couldn't even smile with the cunning they thought they had as they attempted to tackle the man and pull him off the edge of the building. They didn't care about their own deaths so long as he had his.

[igotadisease.livejournal.com]

The woman sat perched on the open window sill of a building that hadn't yet collapsed. Husks, husks waiting to be reanimated, oh what had the Crocodile man done to them? She caught a trace of sand in the air, sand that hand once been human flesh. The poor darlings. She kissed the dust in her hand then blew it back into the breeze.

"Rise."

Pestilence filled the corpses with plague, with disease. Rise again they would. And howl so achingly dry.

[strawhat-hater.livejournal.com]

Crocodile stopped and reassessed the situation. They usually stayed down.

"Can't a man go for an evening constitutional without being flagged down by the local vermin?" he sighed to himself.

He cast his discerning eye around, taking in the various denizens before alighting on the unconcerned woman standing on the window sill and looking at the reanimating corpses.

"You're awfully calm, madam."

[ex-janvalent852.livejournal.com]

The never-saw-this-shit-before change in Ran and havin no fuckin plan of attact made him want to vent.

Suddenly everything went racin past, shit no he was movin??!!

Quick glance back and saw the shrinkin Morlock's grin. He put it together in time to skid to a stop without crashin from the creature's helpful 'nudge' into action.

Too much fuckin ground covered to turn around and go back for Ran - SHIT!!

But plenty close enough to see what was happenin in the Square and something else....no, fuck no, NO FUCKIN WAY??!!

The vampire screamed, an inhuman puma-like sound of rage and grief, as he beat his way thru the fringe of slugged crowd gathered around Greed and Rudolph. Narrowly missing Crocodile's range of drying in his dogged goal of reaching the downed dragon-horse.

To Jan

[singingguardian.livejournal.com]

Guardian had felt as if she had been in these sorts of situations before; she had been conditioned to anticipate them always, for this sort of moment would usually indicate the end of a soldier's loyal service to the Herd.

She listened to the rage and battle outside. How her blood ached for it. What torment it was to be excluded, dying here instead. But she knew that the creature's demise was near. That warmed her breast with a glowing satisfaction. Her goal would be accomplished but not through her hooves.

Go, little humans, fight for your city. She would have smiled if it were not for the welcome blanket of pain.

no safe place to stand in a massacre

[snarky-padre-v.livejournal.com]

Father Vincent had woken from his dream and feverishly began to write down the things he had read, when he heard an earth shattering rumbling sound.
These had been going on for days, and made the creatures below nervous and, ergo, him nervous as well.

There was no sign of Xuchilbara, Henry, or Alessa; they were, no doubt off together. (leaving him out...but that's another tale entire.)

He wandered below, not daring to go far; the creatures frightened him, and without Scarab he was unsure if he'd be in danger were he to encounter Pyramid Head.

Not to mention Maxwell had caught him down here last time...

Back upstairs then.
Well, there was no one there to tell him he shouldn't go out, was there?

He slipped outside, and headed into the City.

There, he could only stand and stare stupidly, in abject horror at the goings on.

second wind

[magistervenenum.livejournal.com]

It took Snape a few to recover a bit of his energy.
So much for flying AND zapping things.

He got up and began to walk, zapping at the slugridden as he passed them.

He passed Father Vincent, just standing there.

"For God's sakes, man, make yourself useful or get out of the path!"

:healers??::

[m1jac0ge0.livejournal.com]

((OOC:))

Re: :healers??::

[captainshort.livejournal.com]

[ooc; Holly's a healer and is currently fixing up Faye Valentine a few posts up. She could find him, if you like?]

To the Host, to the Slugged, to One and All

[mechanicalmice.livejournal.com]

Spiders. There were spiders everywhere. Little eight-legged creatures with shining black eyes that said they were here because they had been summoned. They were in everything, creeping out from the sewers, even falling and trailing against peoples’ hair. They skittered in by the thousands, towards the Host, some being crushed under foot before they could make it, but most of them did. They spun their cables of web from all directions, from the street lights to the Host. Cables that could hold a bridge, hold an alien. Hold it open.

Vrrrrrrrmmmmm!!!

The sound of a motorcycle peeling through the streets at speeds too high to even measure tore through the square. Mouse rode like a professional, goggles over her red eyes, a blinking device strapped to her, a device made of wires and explosives. Highly sophisticated really.

“INCOMING!!!!”

She warned the crowd, or was it her colleagues? The alien itself? Before the motorcycle screeched to a stop against the wreckage of a building, flinging the woman straight into the largest mouth of the beast. She was lost in there, but not for good.

The little fucker had gone too far, that's for certain. King wasn't usually
all for this save the world crap, but with all those humans around? Sure,
why not. Sounded like a good idea to begin with, if he had an audience.
Besides, Mouse had come up with a way where it would actually make it
fun to destroy the Host. If things exploded, then King was in. It
was, of course, his favorite game to play.

As King stepped into the square with Maemi trailing behind him, he could
almost consider this being 'stylishly late'. Only they weren't exactly late,
but they did look nice, as always. But he could only snicker at the people
trying to fight the Host, most of the others about them not having time to
stop and look.

Refraining from shouting “We're here to save the day!”, the deity took to
stopping so he could observe the Host with a curious gaze. And he briefly
wondered if Kyuu would want it as a pet, seeing as how she was into that
creepy-but-cute shit. But they were there to make it blow up, not to put a
leash on it and let it roam free in the forest. Because, quite frankly, it
was annoying to a certain extent. Even though he was more amused than
anything else, however it was messing around with his cockroaches.

“Eh. Piece of shit.” King, with a flick of his wrists, raised his arms up as
a large Crack echoed throughout the City square, the sound quite
similar to that of a jolt of lightening. A spark or two of shining ice was
seen before it shot out – the jet of frost barely avoided many of the City
folk who pressed on and attempted to demolish the Host before them.

Re: To the Host, to the Slugged, to One and All

[for-destiny.livejournal.com]

Jowy hadn't noticed the jet of frost until it was right behind him and he was able to dodge it, but not before it could graze his hip and leave a large gash on his side.

He screamed in pain as he collapsed to the ground, curling up instinctively while his hands struggled to close the wound.

[maemihatesyou.livejournal.com]

Maemi, of course, followed suit. However he didn't look as excited, and instead stood there with a rather bored look upon his features. Though that was, along with immobilizing the thing, a signal for the final blow.

As the ice solidified too hard for even any of the attacks to penetrate, the beast was rendered motionless, just long enough for the child-like deity to let the slightest hint of a smirk show.

And then Mouse's bomb let loose, and chunks of the slug Host flew every which way. It could be enough to injure people, but if they were too slow to get out of the way, that was their own fault. At the very least, the ice kept it from being a gooey mess. But it's minions, however, were a little more messy, exploding only moments after the Host did. All over the City, any that remained were gone, leaving a puddle of goo in their wake.

And in the center of the explosion, the four and the giant spiders were gone, leaving no sign that they had even been the ones to 'help out' at the last second.

To anyone nearby

[lady-turk.livejournal.com]

To say that Elena was not a happy camper would be undermining the situation slightly. She had landed, after one of the wall-crawling creatures knocked her off her ledge, just as the deities had done their work. So while she didn't hit the ground as hard as she could have, it wasn't exactly the softest landing either.

Wincing as she made it to her knees, gun clenched hard enough to leave prints in her palm, Elena's arms began to tremble, the strenght going out of her due to the fall. Her wrist ached something fierce as did her ankle and chest. Her arms and legs were just numb and her head felt like chocobos were breeding inside her skull.

Probably broke my wrist again, as well as my ankle. May have cracked a rib or two. I don't think I broke my legs, but I'm not going to rule it out until I can get a look at it.

Giving herself one final push upwards, Elena sat back with her legs bowed out behind her and let out a deep, shakey breath. She wasn't moving anytime soon. Maybe after a little breather though.

[1eye-sees-all.livejournal.com]

Those who had been long dead before the slugs reanimated their corpses collapsed in puddles of red, a little purple, and so many other sickening colors. Those who were lucky to be alive when slugged would have felt a most excrutiating pain as the slithering things were forced from their heads, from the ear, from the nose, anything. They were forced out at the death of their master and left to shrivel and die on the ground.

[m1jac0ge0.livejournal.com]

Mulder came to, feeling rather like he'd been hit with a mack truck.
Of course, had he actually been hit by a mack truck and got up to tell about it, he still would have been disappointed.

He had missed most of the fight.

The first to arrive, it looked like he might be one of the last to leave.

No little banged up, undeniably punchdrunk, and probably in need of medical attention, he wandered away.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Earthquakes didn't scare Elle. She was used to them, being born and raised in California helped that out. A little shake up of the appartment wasn't anything huge. What was disressing was running out of cigarettes.

She stepped into the street and didn't walk far before meeting the remains of the epic struggle. "What the fuck happened here?"

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

"Hey, big mess huh," he said to the One Eyed Snake as he stepped over a slain corpse or two.