Everything looks better when the sun goes down...

[redhotsummers]

WHO: Alex Summers and YOU!!
WHAT: Saving people, killing shit, hanging with the bros
WHEN: Friendly Reminder event day 1-3
WHERE: all over promenade!
WARNINGS: Injuries, monster death blood and gore.

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DAY 1 - wherever

[shifts]

[ To be quite honest, Eames doesn't have the time to analyze what so much disruption - and the nature of it - means in terms of the dreamscape as a whole. While some of it serves as explanation for more night terror than anything else - it's too wholly unnatural to try and explain away in any psyche, at least, in his own - it is more important at this point that he manage to survive than get all philosophical about it.

It's a little hard, after all, to sit down and write notes when something is trying to rip your skin off or various appendages - furthermore still to begin a debate when he can't seem to bring a weapon to existence that actually works. Anxiety manifests in curious ways in the dreamscape - but Eames would rather wholly do without.

He'd used his hands for the first one. Having four more decide to give it a go is far more problematic than he thinks he'll be able to deal with at current, so Eames does what any other grown ass man would do in this sort of situation.

He sweats a bit. ]

[redhotsummers]

[Seeing the man in trouble (despite taking down one of the monsters with his bear (lol) hands, fuck), Alex starts to book it towards Eames, projecting as loud as he can in his mind.]

Get down!

[He needs a clear shot, and as he slides to a stop he takes a deep breath and lets off a blast; with luck he'll take out all of the monsters without singeing Eames.]

[shifts]

[ Eames doesn't hesitate - spend as long as he has around certain hazardous objects, you tend to follow warnings without a large amount of questioning. He, more or less, dodge rolls out of the way as he spots out of the corner of his eye something akin to a thick laser coming his way. There's a half-second moment where the monsters shriek in something akin to pain but it's quickly followed by another more comforting sound- them dropping. Eames picks himself up from the ground, casting a cursory glance toward them, then his savior. ]

Cheers. That's useful, innit?

[redhotsummers]

Yeah. None of them seem immune to it, at least.

[Alex is flexing his hands, trying to work a cramp out of his fingers. They've been damaged already once today; luckily he doesn't need anything but his chest to use his power.]

Has your apartment been breached?

[He walks forward; he'll get this guy inside--the voice, is familiar though, at least. Alex pays attention to voices, always had. In solitary when your world is seen through a tiny slit, voices is what you learn to recognize, more.]

Think we've talked before.

Day 3

[notglitching]

[This creature is. A problem.

Long. Sinuous. It had fallen from a twisting limb, dropped on the enforcer as he passed below a tree. And started growing. He'd severed several portions while it was small, but the thing was hard to strike while it coiled around his outer code-and now that it's large enough, separate enough to be easily targeted, it's armored. Massive.

Fortunately for the program, size also makes its grip more avoidable-and for the most part, he's now clinging to its side as the creature shifts to entrap him. Rinzler stabs out, stabs up, trying to drag himself towards the thing's head as it twists, coiling and flipping with disorienting speed. It slithers over a rooftop, drops down to the streets below with a cracking impact before turning on itself, trying to crush the program between its lengths.

Rinzler's experience of events is entirely less precise-motion, fall, impact, squeezing pressure as he moves to evade. And something else. There was a flash of redness, bright familiar energy, not far, but directed

[redhotsummers]

[Alex isn't really paying attention two who friend or foe is right now; there are just people and there are monsters.

Running towards Rinzler grappling with the creature, he lets off a short blast, taking the head (or what he thinks is the head) off the creature, trying to give the Program some time to get away.]

[notglitching]

[Taking the head off definitely solves some of Rinzler's problems. The flash of vivid red shoots past overhead, and the dark helmet snaps around, lights pulsing unsteadily blue-white before mostly returning to dim orange.

Ah. The maybe-program. Rinzler disentangles from the corpse, jumps off as it slams down on the ground, small fissures spreading in the pavement underneath. The program tilts his head in assessment of the unexpectedly helpful arrival, scans the streets peripherally for more threats.]

[redhotsummers]

Watch for the cracks. Shit will grab you if you're not careful.

[There is already a tear in Alex's pants where one grabbed him.]

We have to work together, do you understand?

[Truce for now.]

[prophetize]

[ The last description Ben would use for himself is 'hero,' yet instinct draws him right into the thick of the city's chaos. He's useless offensively, unable to shoot laser-beams or cast magic spells, but there certainly is one exceptional thing Ben is capable of, something that Alex is intimately familiar with-

Healing.

Ben's kneeling over the injured body of a young girl. She trembles, crying out in pain. Ben places a hand against her chest, fingers shaking. The sharp screams of a giant spider scrapes against the air, but the sound is not offensive - it's pitiable, a wounded creature screaming in pain. It seems ensnared in an invisible web, the hurt keeping the spider restrained to disjointed, jerky moments. The wounds on the girl are quickly disappearing.

Life cannot be born from nothing. There must be an exchange.

Crazed and distressed, the creature momentarily regains control, desperately rushing forward as it aims one sharp leg at Ben and the girl. Ben hears it coming and tries to grab the girl, but he's not fast enough. ]

[redhotsummers]

[Alex has been running ragged all over town, doing his best to assist and get people out of trouble. When he sees Ben in the midst of the chaos, trying to help a girl--he knows exactly what his mutant (even if he doesn't like that word) friend is doing.

It's dangerous, and leaves Ben vulnerable--as evident by the bug starting to lash out towards him.]

Stay down!

[Alex lets that thought project out, even as he's sliding to a stop, sending a blast of plasma towards the spider, watching it explode backwards.]

[prophetize]

[ For a moment, Ben might say his heart stopped. His nerves are a lit, his whole body shaken by the sudden shock of a near death experience. He wipes splashes of bug juice off his face as he drags himself up from the ground.

Ben can't help but gawk at Alex, if only for a minute. Having been privy to an assortment of supernatural experiences doesn't make Alex's powers, the force and sight of them, any less amazing. ]

Thanks.

[ And he means it. What else is he supposed to say? ]

Meanwhile, the girl, now fully healed, tries to grab onto his wrists as to seek comfort in her savior. Ben rips his hands away abruptly, yelling at her to get up and run. He won't allow her the time to ponder miracles; he won't allow himself the discomfort.

He goes back to staring at Alex.

What a hypocrite. ]

[redhotsummers]

[Alex runs over, touching Ben's shoulder lightly. His eyes keep searching for other threats, but for the moment they're okay.]

Shit that was close.

[It isn't to rub Ben's close call in--it's more in disbelief that he manages it.]

Got anyone else to heal?

[Alex will stick by Ben while he does so. Giving him cover, protection. It's the least he can do--it's what he wants to do.]