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"Hey, Kazahana, what's u--oh god OW OW OW"

Feb 26, 2010 11:41

Characters: Open to all
Date/Time: 12:01 AM February 26 to evening February 28
Location: Anywhere. Probably not your bathroom.
Rating: Say R to be safe, but no death
Summary: Evil twins are back in town.
Note: Anyone who's indicated an interest (or has an interest now) in having their character run into evil twin Kazahana can tag in here to log or ( Read more... )

d.gray-man: lavi (rabbit), ff4: cecil (paladin), ~ace attorney: phoenix (truth), naruto: kakashi (bell), ace attorney: edgeworth (justice), star wars kotor ii: brianna (handmaiden), dollhouse: topher (genius), naruto: gai (youth), ~gundam 00: allelujah (dyad), bleach: rukia (kazahana), castle: richard (derrick), ~star wars eu: wedge (rogue)

Comments 87

wtk_is_wedge February 26 2010, 17:42:12 UTC

[Early. Somewhere on the 26th, probably midafternoon at the latest. Somewhere public, but without a lot of other people.]

A brain walker picked its way across the ground, six golden metal legs moving clumsily, unsteadily. There was fluid and a brain in the jar set into the underside of the walker, a brain that would have looked human if not for the paired braintails curled around it. The mechanism in the brain, connected by wires to the rest of the droid, had lights set into it. Nearly all of them glowed scarlet.

Rogue's body was tied up, drugged, and squeezed into a tiny box, and he was piloting this - this thing from there. He knew that this wasn't true. But he told it to himself anyway. Anything would be better. Anything.

He could see only through a small fisheye lens, hear only distantly through a poorly-tuned receptor, and feel almost nothing. But when he told himself that this wasn't him, that he was fine and somewhere else and not this, he could almost feel his body. It ached. Phantom pain, probably ( ... )

snowburned February 26 2010, 19:35:43 UTC

She was here for a reason. What that reason was, she couldn't articulate, but that was fine; she didn't need to. All she had to do was move forward like a chill wind, weapon in hand. It would rip apart the bonds that connected people--that horrible feeling of being tied to something else.

It was in the air, in the ground, everywhere. The energy that living beings generated, its strength and shape determined by whoever it belonged to. She was out there somewhere, this one's other self, and they would meet. But that could wait.

The creature drawing near to her didn't even look like a person, but she didn't see with eyes alone, and she knew someone was inside it. A mind, a heart, with constricting ties to others.

Lifting the scythe, she turned to face it; she would sever those bonds.

wtk_is_wedge February 26 2010, 20:39:21 UTC

Weapon. Even with the lens distorting it, he saw and recognized it as some kind of blade. He stopped, took one unsteady step backwards.

But he'd been looking for something like this anyway, hadn't he? There was no point in self-preservation if his self was this. Why try to avoid it?

The decision took about a quarter of a second, and then some of the red lights changed to a deep rose as the walker's legs straightened, tilting the body in such a way that the brain jar was presented to her, like a bared throat.

snowburned February 26 2010, 20:49:19 UTC

A normal human being would have stopped, or at least paused, and wondered why this creature had prostrated itself so. It wasn't a difference of body-language. Her scythe was a threat to any creature with the capacity for intelligence, and this one surely did.

But she wasn't a normal human, or really even very human at all. So she didn't pause for an instant, instead swinging back with her weapon and cutting through the creature's brain, her blade phasing smoothly through and taking all the bonds and emotions and memories it had ever acquired.

Then she left, not looking back for a moment. There was much to be done.

Thread 5

melee island, friday afternoon? redhead_rabbit February 26 2010, 21:05:24 UTC

Rabbit ran a hand through his hair. Damn flowers. They just wouldn't go away and they just had to be pink. Why was it always pink? Did the sphere think he was a girl? He certainly didn't look like one at all, but it wasn't the first time the fishbowl had given him feminine things.

He plucked a daisy and tossed it off to the side, much to his frustration, only to find a pink tulip growing in its wake. "Annoyin' flowers." He sighed, standing in Melee island, hoping to get some more experience at handling the shape-shifting aspects of his hammer.

As he stood in the island, he got the strangest feeling someone was watching him. He pulled the hammer out of a pocket in his backpack and brought it to usable size.

\o/ snowburned February 26 2010, 21:47:46 UTC

This one was familiar--there was a faint tugging sensation when she looked at him that said she knew him. A tie that bound in some way, however lightly.

That wouldn't do at all.

It didn't matter that he was armed, or that strange growth's protruded from his hair. She sailed down from above him and swung her scythe, the resulting shockwave aimed straight at him.

/o/ redhead_rabbit February 26 2010, 22:14:43 UTC

For once, that paranoid feeling was right. Rabbit whipped around, pushing his hammer into a defensive position. Unfortunately an iron hammer won't do much against a shockwave, and the attacked pushed him backwards until he lost his balance, throwing him into a horribly ungraceful backwards tumble, leaving him on his back with his feet somehow above his head in a tangled mess.

The redhead rolled over, untwisting himself, standing up, then brushing the dirt off his white pants, now quite smeared with grass stains. He stared at the attacker. Who was that? She looked like Kazahana. Kind of. "The hell was that for?"

snowburned February 26 2010, 22:27:31 UTC

She didn't answer. What need did she have to communicate with this boy? She had other reasons to be here. Hardly stopping for a moment, she charged forward, flipping the scythe around to aim its bludgeoning and directly at him.

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monoideist February 26 2010, 21:20:02 UTC

[Around mid-afternoon, Stuff inc!]

Once he had gotten used to the idea that gravity seemed to have found him exempt for the day, Dyad was almost enjoying the turn of events. It was better than being a child, and certainly more pleasant than flying with great bulky wings. It just took a little more time and effort to get places, especially when there was a lack of handholds or ceilings to correct himself with-- which made getting to and from the Housekeeping Headquarters a bit of a task.

The rope bridge was easy enough, keeping a hand to the rope and using it to keep himself low and parallel-- it was when he reached the end of it that things got difficult. It was a straight shot from the bridge to the Headquarters, of course, but mis-aiming... well. He didn't want to end up floating somewhere above the islands for a few hours.

snowburned February 26 2010, 21:55:26 UTC

This was a strange one. The way he floated made it appear as though gravity was a mere suggestion, yet he didn't seem to enjoy it. The power she held allowed her to leap farther than the earthbound mortals, but not even that was flying.

There was a stirring when she looked at him, but even fainter than with others she'd seen. Her other self had known this one, and she hadn't. It stirred curiosity in her, something she rarely felt, and when she landed softly in front of the end of the bridge he was crawling over, she didn't attack immediately. She watched, expressionless, waiting to see what he'd do next.

monoideist February 26 2010, 22:20:32 UTC

He paused as she landed, looking confused for a moment. She had been moving through the air similarly-- yet she had been able to land, while he simply held to the rope bridge to keep his momentum in place, occasionally shifting to make sure that he remained upright.

She was vaguely familiar- perhaps someone he had spoken to once or twice, but the same wasn't coming to him immediately. The expression and the massive scythe, though, were enough to put him on guard-- this all hardly seemed like a friendly visit. "...Do you need something?" he tried to keep his tone pleasant- maybe she just had an affinity for massive weaponry.

snowburned February 26 2010, 22:34:53 UTC

The moment stretched out as their eyes met. Had her other self looked at him this way and felt something? There was nothing here, now. That wasn't her purpose.

Stretching her hand out, she pointed a finger at his chest. "Hado thirty-three," she intoned. "Sokatsui."

The blue energy blasted toward him, its destructive power not lessened by the calm with which the spell was cast.

Thread 8

Medical, Whenever this shindig was supposed to start man_genius February 26 2010, 22:48:59 UTC

Genius was doing whatever it is exactly a young intern did on Friday which knowing him was something he found both difficult and yet also beneath him. Things like rolling up bandages--why was this so difficult? Why did he keep almost dropping them! And why god why did everyone insist on bleeding so damn much? He was much better at giving immunizations than he was at basic organization.

What he wouldn't give for a medical crisis right about now. Anything to stop counting weaves.

snowburned February 26 2010, 23:24:03 UTC

This was it--the place she'd been drawn to, cris-crossing the floating islands as she had. Her other self wasn't here, but this building had meaning to her, connection so strong that she would have felt drawn in even if it hadn't been her destiny. Her other self was strongly tied to many of the people inside.

She would cut each and every one of those bonds.

It was quiet when she entered, with her weapon leaning against one shoulder. Everyone doing their jobs, working hard. No one noticed he at first. Her counterpart wasn't here--that would have been perfect, but it wasn't time yet. Energy thrumming through her veins, she stood in the doorway for a moment, scanning the room, searching for recognition.

man_genius February 27 2010, 01:15:13 UTC

Twelve, thirteen fourteen--

The sensation of being watched made Genius looked up in mid count and forced him to double take. There was scary Kazahana looking even scarier by carrying a GIANT SCYTHE and dressed in a not so professional manner.

"Gah! Geez what the hell! You nearly gave me a heart attack--what are you doing carrying that thing like that!! And everyone complains about my bedside manner."

snowburned February 27 2010, 01:21:41 UTC

The child was speaking to her. No--he was speaking to the other her. It was almost enough to make her smile. The fool couldn't even tell the difference.

He'd learn soon enough. Moving so fast she was almost a blur, she crossed the room to where he sat and swung, the point of her scythe aimed for his neck.

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Captain Planet / Park, evening ice_echani February 27 2010, 01:27:39 UTC

It was cold and windy this night, but that did not bother Handmaiden as she went through her evening exercises. She simply ran harder, pushing her body further to keep up her body heat. Her thoughts pounded along steadily with her feet--strange things had been happening all day, and she'd heard overheard one conversation in which someone had described the flurry of randomness as "the Tree sneezing."

A rather strange and silly metaphor, in her mind. But so far, Handmaiden had not noticed anything affecting her personally and counted herself fortunate for it. If she had been affected, at least it was not hindering her.

She completed her run and began checking her pulse when the Force washed over her like a wave in a dire warning--and then she felt it, the strange presence. Instantly she whirled around, hand snatching her quarterstaff from her belt and extending it to face the attacker.

Sorry for the delay! I couldn't brain last night. snowburned February 27 2010, 17:41:02 UTC

This one was practically a stranger, but there was power there. Good. She'd enjoy taking it away. It pleased her when the woman turned and blocked her out-of-nowhere strike with a staff; what satisfaction was there when it was too easy?

For a moment, their eyes met as their weapons pressed against each other, an equal match. Then, eyes narrowed, she concentrated and phased the scythe's blade through the woman's staff. It would cause no damage to the other weapon, but the same couldn't be said for the woman if the blade connected.

It's cool, Evilhana is a busy gal XD ice_echani February 28 2010, 00:59:28 UTC

The clash was strong, stronger than Handmaiden had expected. Pure aggression was visible in the woman's movements, cold purpose, enjoyment even. Darkness swirled around her--had the Force taken visible form, it would have blocked her completely and nearly did cut that sense from Handmaiden. Yet... no anger. Who was this? Handmaiden did not recognize the woman's movements nor her fighting style. Her eyes flicked towards her face. Familiar... but the lavender hair made her difficult to identify. The instant sidetrack of thought was displaced as she felt the dark energy shift.

She could not have predicted what happened next. Instinctively, Handmaiden called on the Force to throw her attacker through the air, but it was too late to stop the scythe's momentum. It clanged around her in alarm, the blade rushing forward towards her neck. Less than a second, yet every detail became sharp, the fraction of time lasting an hour as Handmaiden waited for the pain and then oblivion.

It didn't come.

Did I order you to betray me ( ... )

Also I suck at action tags snowburned February 28 2010, 01:28:07 UTC

She saw it all leave the woman's eyes as the light dimmed and was gone. Her memories, her internal existence, her bonds to others--gone. As it should be. This was what she was here for.

The automatic defensive stance that the woman slid into was meaningless; this fight was done. She gave her a cold glance before turning away. She had no fear of being attacked. There was no danger here.

Another heartbeat, and she was gone.