Watching the people get lairy/ Is not very pretty I tell thee

[loves_war]

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: The evening of March the 4th and through the night
WARNINGS: Violence
SUMMARY: The City has been saturated in haterade hate gas for days, and the emotions of those affected have hit critical mass. Rioting, fighting, looting, and heroism are all about to break out.
FORMAT: Whatever works

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[mightymortal]

Captain Marvel has spent the better part of the hour zooming around the riots, just trying to save Cityzens from themselves... which is not easy when none of them want to be saved.

For now all he can do is confiscate their weapons, pluck them bodily out of dangerous areas and try to talk them down... all the while doing his best not to get disheartened by the constant swearing and disparaging of his outfit, his perceived sexual orientation, his manner of speaking and everything in between. He's not even bothering with the looting right now, he's more concerned about the people hurting themselves and each other, hoping every time he flies back up above the crowd - a big red and gold blur - that he spots another hero... or at least anyone else not filled to the brim with hatorade.

Also he could kinda use a hug. And he hasn't even spotted his first vampire yet.

OPEN! fight against or alongside him, s'all good

[notadartboard]

As of about five, Sanji decided to close All That Jazz for the night. Not because of rioting or anything, but because he couldn't stand to look at the faces of his employees for a minute longer. It was bad enough he had spent the entire week screaming at Zoro, Luffy, and Usopp whenever he saw them, not to mention getting into scuffles with arrancar, but the kitchen at his club was starting to resemble Gordon Ramsey's tv show. Everything everyone else tried to cook was wrong, and Sanji was getting tired of snarling at them and throwing pots around. The minute another chef pulled a knife on him, he decided they had to close

[unastregadoro]

And with that, there will now be several stakes of light flying at Sanji to prevent him from wreaking any more havoc than he'd caused already. After some hesitating on her part, and more so due to guilt and all kinds of existential angst, Beatrice finally found it in herself to come out of her condo and see the results of her handiwork with the Major.

----Needless to say, it all got pulled off without a hitch. Good for the Major, Kkkkkkkinda for Beatrice. A part of her was filled with excitement and glee at the sight of all the chaos, the mayhem, and a pissed-off Sanji (who would make for a challenge), but another part of her was still with Bakura, who became a casualty as a result of her own selfishness and foolishness.

So now, she would have to do some damage control. But she's going to come off as arrogant and haughty as ever, letting out a loud cackle when she finally addresses Sanji himself:

"Hoh! Quite a change of heart you're undergoing, Sanji. I wonder...is this the real you?"

OHAI BEATO

[notadartboard]

It took some fancy dodging, dancing, and darting to avoid being skewered, but Sanji managed somehow, spinning his way back up the street a few yards in the process. He skidded to a stop and looked up, his scowl fading into a harsh, cold look. "You," he noted. "Miss Beatrice. Do you have a hand in this, or something?"

He straightened up and threw back his shoulders, glaring. "I won't hurt you. Come at me if you will but I'm not going to fight you." It was said through clenched teeth, but the anger raging inside him went completely contrary to his nature as the love-cook. He still refused on principle to hurt women, but it was getting harder to control the surface impulses and stick to his ethic. He hadn't harmed a single female so far. If Sanji wanted to keep his head, he had to maintain that tiny shred of civility in the face of unnatural rage.

'SUP SANJI

[unastregadoro]

Beatrice, deep inside, is a little taken aback by Sanji's newfound cold, harsh attitude---she's used to him semi-flirting with her, and she was honestly somewhat touched when he lended her a bit of moral support during the whole Keith fiasco and Bakura's demise. On the surface, however, she's all bemusement and smirks. She lets out a chuckle, saying coyly, "take a wild guess, my dear. All I can say is, the Major is a man of his word."

Indeed. She can see the unbridled rage struggling to force its way out of Sanji's subconscious. And she's going to make a game out of it. To forget. To forget all that she has done.

She will test the limits of his restraint, woman though she is. She snaps her fingers once more, and out come her spears of light---seven of them.

"Lock away that rage, that anger, all you like. It will only make your itch harder to scratch. Don't be silly, Sanji. At their core, humans are animals, and they will give in to their primal instincts

Open!

[newbvampire]

Damn it! Seras didn't know what had gotten into these people, but this was completely out of control and now there were vampires on top of it. Thankfully she'd thrown the Harkonnen in the SWAT truck when she'd left the precinct to respond to the riots. Hopefully she could take out all of the freaks before they killed too many people.

Loaded up with the Harkonnen and a grenade launcher loaded with tear gas for the civilians, Seras kicked open the back door of the truck and waded out into the chaos.

For Selina!

[improvesmorale]

The Narrator had been homeless for the last three days. He looked it with those bloodshot, tired eyes, that minimal stubble, that sweat (and blood) caking his clothing. In the end, he didn't look much different from his first days in the City, stumbling around in a half-dazed stupor, bleeding on every surface he passed by, grasping for reality wherever he could take it. This time, though, he wasn't half dead, but living. Every part of him was living like he had never lived before.

And he hated it. That anger pushing through his skin. Refusing release no matter what he did. No matter how much he ruined. He put his fist through a glass window and the sirens wailed and cried and even though he couldn't stop shaking with rage, even though he couldn't keep himself from hitting into it again, he wasn't saved.

[meowminx]

There had been riots before and there would probably be more before too long. And Selina did what she normally did in these situations: damage control. Helping the people who couldn't fight back.

Some of them were fighting back this time, though. Fueled by a fury that had to be artificial. She learned quickly to pick her battles. She didn't like hurting people who were out of control because of someone or something else.

And it was on the streets she spotted a familiar face. One who looked much like he had the first time she'd seen him.

"Jack?"

[improvesmorale]

At the sound of her voice, he wheeled around, his expression shifting from bewilderment, to recognition, to a mask of ugly, violent hatred. Selina. She stepped into his life and reminded him of what it would be like if Tyler weren't there. The promise of his own life. The promise of control. And it was all fake. It was all a lie. Her cold eyes were misfiring cells in his brain.

She wasn't here to save him.

He didn't want to be saved.

He tore himself away from the window. He couldn't feel the glass in his hand, but it didn't matter. For now, he watched her, sucking angry breaths between his teeth. He could power a whole windmill, the way he breathed.

[meowminx]

"You okay?" She'd have to be blind to not know the answer to that. Selina didn't know if he was ever fine, but he was a lot further away than usual. What would whatever the hell was happening to people do to someone who was already unbalanced?

"You're bleeding."