( halloween plot side event . SEMI-OPEN )

[herturn]

WHO: Nina Sayers | herturn , Dexter Morgan | the-human-thing, Blue Beetle Jr | owwmyspine, Nero | fuelblade, Rita Morgan | justasdamaged! Please check here if you'd like to participate/confirm your participation.
WHERE: Throughout the less chaotic parts of the City. Where she will be causing some chaos of her own.
WHEN: Between October 31st and November 1st, during the Fakethulhu plot.
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[creepyshitking]

Dexter feels it before he sees anything, really; that familiar ruffling of feathers. Only this time, it's outside of himself and for a stark and scary moment he considers the possibility that his Passenger has taken Its own form. In an instant, he's already realized the ridiculousness of it, but he still has to turn to make sure, doing a cartoonish doubletake when his eyes finally settle on the woman who is most certainly not his own Shadow Self

[herturn]

There is no running from her whispers, no way anyone can shut their eyes and cover their ears to escape from her illusions once they are within her grasp.

Dexter is close enough to be seen by the others around Nina, alerting her of his presence; he is then greeted by alert eyes and a warm smile, showing teeth. She shows him her hand, black fingers invite him over with words in the back of his mind, urging him, luring him in.

[creepyshitking]

And just like that--hook line and sinker--he's caught. All that's left is to reel him in, and really, he's not far behind the meter. Moving in a slow and deliberately even line to her side; there is no choice in this, only the truth. She sees what he is like he knows who she is instantly, without a word passing between them.

He wonders for a horrible minute if this is what at first sight might mean, though this is anything but love. He's experienced love, if only secondarily, but this is more complete; solid; an anchor to this world. It leaves him craving with his soul out in the open, his Shadow Self on display for the world to see through Nina's eyes.

Dexter takes a moment to catch his breath, though he hadn't known he'd lost it until that moment. All of his deliberacy, all of his masks, come peeling away until he's firmly at her side. "You see me." He wasn't sure he'd said it aloud until he brought a hand to his face to confirm.

[owwmyspine]

Frog-monsters, squid-monsters, ugly...thing-monsters...oh, and dinosaurs. Jaime definitely had to mark off dinosaurs. Except those were the good guys? Which was weird. But that's what was going down. And at least now he knows not to punch out one of those giant...giant things, too. They're in cahoots with the dinosaurs.

Weird.

He had parted ways with Jack Bauer, having left him closer to more hero-congested areas, and veered off for very important reasons. Helping civilians, for one, obviously, because that was his thing. But also his apartment. For some reason or another - maybe the traffic was just really good there? - those bad, not-dinosaur beasties kept zigzagging on their way to places unknown by taking directs awful close to his new place. Jaime wasn't very okay with it...but civilians first. Stragglers were still in a good number, because even though it was an alternate New York City, it was still New York City. And people in that city are made of tougher, stubborn stuff

[herturn]

She stopped in a rare moment of solitude, gaze drifting down, as one would upon waking up, stretching slowly, gently. It seemed the pause for reflection warned her of a new presence: newcomers, a small group of survivors lost in the calm, probably exhausted from running away from those creatures. Her eyes widened with careful attention, perfectly still with a flawless stance, welcoming them with a smile.

Their frowns turned into grimaces when they saw her. Soon enough they became both each others' victims and attackers.

[owwmyspine]

Jaime expected more than the hot-blooded bodies he came across when he flew into the area. He expected to be making a few more abominations explode in a grotesque manner - not very pleasant for his stomach, but it was better than finding more half-eaten corpses a minute too late.

But there were no monsters in sight. Not the variety he was targeting, at least. Not anything Scarab was watching for.

"Whoa...What the hell's going-?" On...? Looting?

No.

"Oh, God..."

Stomach roiling, Jaime dove down to break up the mess of mindless, raging people. So focused, he ignored Scarab's warning about the single, still-standing figure surveying close by; people were getting hurt and took priority.

"Guys, knock it off! Just!"

[herturn]

Jaime's intervention was not enough to interrupt her dance; she was but a shape in a daze full of grace and darkness against pale skin. The civilians would keep attacking each other until she completely left them behind and they realized the absurdity of their actions, staring at Jaime in loss and some hope.