Wednesday, December 21st, The Midnight Channel (Last Night!)

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Who: The Port's Latest Shadow Televisions Stars! And Thousands of Home Viewers!
When: Midnight, Wednesday December 21st
Where: In front of your Television Sets or Streaming NV TV. (Digital Cable? You'll still get the analog effect.)
Summary: Full Plot Details Here
Warnings: Please Put 'em In the Subject Lines As Necessary, Kids?

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[paterelohim]

[Finally it's too much and Chuck runs out from his hiding place, screaming at the top of His lungs with an unhinged vehemence.]

Get the fuck away from him, you freak!

[The Shadow, already angered by Chuck's powerful internal denial and rejection of It, responds by telekinetically hurling Chuck into a wall and continuing to torture Lucifer's wings, moving from the first to the second pair, then the third, eying the fourth and final set. From beyond, Chuck picks Himself up and staggers closer, looking up at the towering Thing with considerable fear in his eyes.]

Leave him alone.

[It looks up from Lucifer to focus its flaming gaze on Chuck.]

You have no right to be here. [Pause.] Or every right.

[Whatever It's about to say next, Chuck knows it'll blow His cover. Silently, without any movement at all, Chuck lets Lucifer pass out from the pain. It's less cruel that way, letting him escape the horror while Chuck can fight with this monstrosity on His own.

So He does.

By the time Aslan shows up Chuck has already gotten into it. He's already balled his hands up into fists and glared and said you hurt my children and been told with a growl that they were never yours. He's already shouted down the horrible thing with yells that you aren't me, that I was never that hateful, that I love them and would do anything for them, only to be sneered at, anything but get off your ass. You don't care. You always wanted to be like me, just a little. To have this freedom to tell them to go fuck themselves and watch the world fall to pieces and burn. You already do it. Look at you. Small and pathetic in your filthy bathrobe watching the world destroy itself, you're already me. You shouldn't have to embrace this.

Chuck lost it then, screaming at the Thing that It doesn't know anything, that He loves them, that He loves Lucifer and always has and how dare he tell them otherwise how dare he touch His children. The Shadow has already pinned him to the wall with a terrible fist and snarled that you are pathetic, you are small and weak and let yourself be used and broken by that abominable mistake. He's already gotten into a shouting match with the mirror-thing and traded blows, drop-kicking the Shadow only to be slammed into the wall hard enough to break bones and rupture organs, to be picked up by the collar and shouted down. I will rip this world apart like the Sodom it is, I will destroy you and take this filthy stain back and rip through the universe to get home. I will do what you're too weak to do.

When the lion comes near the Shadow has Chuck against the wall, bleeding from everywhere possible and skin rent open in several places, eyes red with blood, mouth bleeding, eyes unfocused and spine crushed, leaving the lower half of his body useless. Still, He has one hand fisted in the shadow's face, fingers ripped right through the "skin" of the thing's cheek and teeth gritted with the effort of pouring wrath and Might into the thing to try to rip it to shreds. It isn't that Chuck is weaker- he's actually perfectly capable of destroying the thing, with no small effort, but the amount of power required to destroy God would tear the Port to pieces. The Shadow might be willing to use enough power to destroy the world, but Chuck isn't. He would rather risk death than see the world torn apart.

So it is that Chuck is pinned to the wall and dying, while still using more power at once than he's ever used in this place. More pure Godly might and wrath than Aslan has ever seen pour out of Chuck, and it still isn't even scratching the surface of enough. Even as the lion closes in, the shadow is snarling about the end of the world and angelic abominations, about Chuck and what an insulting worm of a man he is, how It can be the God that Chuck has forgotten how to be.]

[aslandish]

[ It's not what he expects. Having been torn from his world the first time, one might think he would be more accustomed to being summoned thusly. The fact is, he's not -- it's still an alien feeling to be drawn to another place, any place without willing it himself. He remembers, though, and having said farewell to those in his own world after setting all to rights once more, he arrives, not with heaviness, but a lightness that is almost expectant.

Or at least, until he perceives what is roaming about the Port. Finding the thing is easy -- the shadow that has no right to that face or identity -- as its stench reaches to the very heavens. Streaking across the city, a beacon in a decaying world, he stops for nothing, his teeth bared the closer that he draws.

It's not the first time he's done so. The first night he roamed the city after sirens, he was forced to prove himself greater than the creatures dwelling in darkness. Later, in protecting others, there were moments when it was called for. In taking a stand with the children of heart against Xehanort's dark ambitions, he once again showed his might, the weight of fang and claw, and finally, in beating back the miasma, the overwhelming wrongness lurking beyond the fringes of this world, he gave his life to save a fallen angel and the rest of the city with him.

However, not once during his entire stay in the Port has something ever provoked him to anger.

Until now.

A terrible sound rips into the air, the earth itself shaking with it as a streak of light and thunder hurtles into view. He slams into the Thing, the demented fragment of a much greater whole, tearing at it furiously as he bears it to the ground. ]

[paterelohim]

[Chuck collapses like a rag doll, no time to register Aslan as his savior before he hits the ground hard and groans, head spinning.

The Shadow is roaring, fighting for its life against the Lion and honestly, having a very good chance of winning. Chuck rolls over with a pained groan, rubbing his head, before his vision resolves again and the fight comes into focus. When He realizes what's happening He's all instinct. He reaches a hand out towards them and concentrates on the door in His head, the door that holds back all His power and Might from like a dam separating God from man. He thinks on it hard, on how that door is cracked a little here, with the small uses of power - alcohol for the angels, pouring peace into Magneto's mind, knocking Lucifer unconscious, keeping the plants at home alive, keeping His own body from failing too quickly in this fight - and the power of the Shadow, whose strength can only match His own. He thinks about it then clenches his fist in midair, mentally wraps a hand around the Shadow's throat, and pulls them both hard through that Door and slams it shut behind them, closing off all more-than-human power where even Chuck can't get it.

Abruptly Chuck loses any Power he has and collapses hard, arms giving out under him, body suddenly losing blood even faster, damage from the spinal injury draining him until there's blackness creeping into the edges of His vision. He can't keep his body going any longer than a normal human, and how long Lucifer stays unconscious is up to pure luck and how close to death the angel is.

However, the Shadow loses strength too, though not as much. It's still reflecting the God in Chuck, so it has much more power than He does, but it's weakened enough for the Lion to take it.]

[aslandish]

[ It's a battle the likes of which has never been seen -- the Shadow of the Father fighting the One who could pass for his Son. The very air crackles with it, the magnitude of their conflict enough to destroy entire nations and worlds if only their focus was elsewhere. Tooth and nail, thunder and lightning, it makes no difference, the brightness of Creation sharp and deadly as the Lion rages against the aberration. His fur is singed, poisonous dark tearing at his mane, but he gives no thought to it. He knows what it is, the truth of the creature before him, and as scale of power tips in his favor, he rakes his claws across the monster's face and torso. The thing shrieks in rage and pain, an almost pitiable sound, before it withers away and flees.

He only watches it for a moment, just long enough to ensure it's truly gone. Satisfied it has no intention of returning, he darts to Chuck's side first and kisses his cheek, healing warmth spreading quickly from the point of contact. Once he's certain Chuck can sustain himself, he'll see to Lucifer as well. ]