Down once more [Active/Locked]
Who: Mary, Knuckle, Terezi, Nahollo, Klavier, Orihime, The Riddler.
Where:Unknown Location
When: Night 003
What: The people with bracelets are taken.
Warnings: General trigger warning for this thread, discussion of damage.
Even as Nahollo struggled on the surface, six more of the white clothed beings appeared in the house. They did not pause, or seem to care much for the houseguests. Each seemed to have a target in mind, and none would be stopped by anything. They moved together, terrifyingly graceful. As they swept past, those with powers would feel weakened, their powers far out of reach. The houseguests would find themselves as helpless as a bug in the face of a can of raid, utterly terrified ants in the face of gods.
Each of the remaining targets with bracelets would be relentlessly pursued and cornered, heedless of terror or rage or resistance--their only concern was for the capture, not their targets' comfort. Those who offered no resistance would find the trip easy, even gentle, less an abduction than an escort--but those who fought would find force matched by force, their own ferocity mirrored by only just enough violence to subdue them and allow them to be taken. There seemed to be no way to fight these strange beings, not effectively--their strength was unbreakable, their speed incomprehensible, their very existence as mutable as the nightmare they were enacting; even the full strength of their victims' attacks seemed to slip right through them, as untouchable as a sunbeam or breath of wind.
But though they remained untouchable, they were certainly able to touch their targets--eventually, everyone would be seized by such an iron grip, lifted and pulled through a floor or wall that yielded to them like a swimmer slipping into the water. They traveled through impenetrable darkness, the roar of wind around them the only indication of speeds that should be impossible to attain--and even then, the trip seemed interminable. Minutes? Hours? Days? It was difficult to tell.
Finally, the trip would come to an end, the literal light at the end of the tunnel. Each would be greeted by blinding fluorescent lighting, a sterile whiteness that was almost painful to look at in its purity, a hospital-clean smell of chemicals and medicines that seared the nose. Each would find themselves deposited in one of the small cells that lined the walls of the room they were brought to, soon to be joined by Nahollo as their numbers increased. There was little room to move about in their confinement, but they could at least pace or lie down if they were so inclined, or even reach through bars spaced just barely widely enough to allow a hand to pass between them--whether they intended to try and touch each other. or reach the locks on their cage doors. It had been a long enough trip, but as uncomfortable as their cages were, the few amenities provided for them--a toilet, and a hard white bench--suggested that they might be there for some time to come.
Whatever they had been marked for, they would now find out.
occ: This is a general mingle post, feel free to talk to each other. Mary will be the first one taken out of the cages.
TC will be doing Mary, Orihime, and Klavier.. Infy will be doing Riddler and Terezi. Cait will be handling Nahollo and Knuckle. Feel free to message that mod for any questions, notes. Each will be done in its own thread, though characters can feel free to react within the mingle post. Please remember that there is a general trigger warning over this entire plot.
Where:Unknown Location
When: Night 003
What: The people with bracelets are taken.
Warnings: General trigger warning for this thread, discussion of damage.
Even as Nahollo struggled on the surface, six more of the white clothed beings appeared in the house. They did not pause, or seem to care much for the houseguests. Each seemed to have a target in mind, and none would be stopped by anything. They moved together, terrifyingly graceful. As they swept past, those with powers would feel weakened, their powers far out of reach. The houseguests would find themselves as helpless as a bug in the face of a can of raid, utterly terrified ants in the face of gods.
Each of the remaining targets with bracelets would be relentlessly pursued and cornered, heedless of terror or rage or resistance--their only concern was for the capture, not their targets' comfort. Those who offered no resistance would find the trip easy, even gentle, less an abduction than an escort--but those who fought would find force matched by force, their own ferocity mirrored by only just enough violence to subdue them and allow them to be taken. There seemed to be no way to fight these strange beings, not effectively--their strength was unbreakable, their speed incomprehensible, their very existence as mutable as the nightmare they were enacting; even the full strength of their victims' attacks seemed to slip right through them, as untouchable as a sunbeam or breath of wind.
But though they remained untouchable, they were certainly able to touch their targets--eventually, everyone would be seized by such an iron grip, lifted and pulled through a floor or wall that yielded to them like a swimmer slipping into the water. They traveled through impenetrable darkness, the roar of wind around them the only indication of speeds that should be impossible to attain--and even then, the trip seemed interminable. Minutes? Hours? Days? It was difficult to tell.
Finally, the trip would come to an end, the literal light at the end of the tunnel. Each would be greeted by blinding fluorescent lighting, a sterile whiteness that was almost painful to look at in its purity, a hospital-clean smell of chemicals and medicines that seared the nose. Each would find themselves deposited in one of the small cells that lined the walls of the room they were brought to, soon to be joined by Nahollo as their numbers increased. There was little room to move about in their confinement, but they could at least pace or lie down if they were so inclined, or even reach through bars spaced just barely widely enough to allow a hand to pass between them--whether they intended to try and touch each other. or reach the locks on their cage doors. It had been a long enough trip, but as uncomfortable as their cages were, the few amenities provided for them--a toilet, and a hard white bench--suggested that they might be there for some time to come.
Whatever they had been marked for, they would now find out.
occ: This is a general mingle post, feel free to talk to each other. Mary will be the first one taken out of the cages.
TC will be doing Mary, Orihime, and Klavier.. Infy will be doing Riddler and Terezi. Cait will be handling Nahollo and Knuckle. Feel free to message that mod for any questions, notes. Each will be done in its own thread, though characters can feel free to react within the mingle post. Please remember that there is a general trigger warning over this entire plot.