ENVIRONMENT CHANGE -- FINAL BATTLES LOG (PRE-DATED)

[rubycitymods]

Who: Anyone and everyone + various NPCS. Please tag your characters in when you comment!
What: The illusion of the storybook town is crumbling to pieces! And violence is erupting.
When: Wednesday Afternoon -- Night (log is pre-dated)
Where: All about the City
Warnings: PG-13/R if there is violence.
Status: [In Progress]

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--Investigation--

[rubycitymods]

Things are going wrong, and it's becoming obvious. Anyone looking around will surely notice it. Maybe if information is shared, something new can be learned!

[bound_by_this]

     "Some things are too good to be true." He murmured these words as he stepped quickly along the streets, pulling his cloak about him. At the very least it remained quite real despite having been purchased at vendors that no longer seemed to exist.

Something was going on, though. A something he was somewhat sorry for realizing, but knew better than to wish he hadn't.

His suspicions had grown all the more with his second visit to the castle. Once he and Lottie had made it within, the state of disrepair in which he found its interior to be had been quite a shock. It wasn't at all like what he'd remembered, even if his first tour had been short. And where was the supposed royal family...?

"Questions and more questions. I suppose the answers will be coming soon enough," he said as he glanced towards the castle, almost sadly.

[rubycitynpcs]

"Questions... Ques... tions?"

Staring vacantly ahead, one of the nearby townspeople grabbed onto the passing hem of Jack's cloak as he made his way past. The grip wasn't an especially firm one, more the product of empty act of habit than anything else.

[bound_by_this]

     The gesture startled him more than the words; he'd been so intent in his own thoughts that he'd completely missed the figure until then. Pausing, he turned towards the person, smiling weakly.

Not just the castle... he thought.

"Yes, many questions. It seems like the more answers one tries to seek, the more questions you receive for them," he said, patiently grasping his cloak to see if the other would release it.

--Urban Conflict--

[rubycitymods]

As things begin to crumble, the various townsfolk and other people who appeared when the city changed have become violent and will attack without provocation. Additionaly, the fauna in the surrounding area is also headed into the city and is likewise unstable and violence.

[scalethetower]

[The city has a feeling to it today--Naoki can practically smell it in that air, that ominous air pressing down on him. It makes the hairs at the back of his neck stand up, his fingers tense and curve, hands balling into white-knuckled fists. He spends much of the day at home, cautious and protective.

... When evening rolls in and he sees what looks like a wolf, of all things, meandering into the city, he pauses. Stares harder out of the living room window, then ventures to the door. A last glance over one shoulder to the interior of the house before he decisively closes the door behind him and ventures out.

He doesn't get a block from the house before there's a crackle of energy, a pillar of flame, and what was once a wolf is a smoking husk on the ground, jaws twisted and gaping open in the wake of its lunge at Naoki.

He sets his jaw, expression flattening.] ... [So it was all too good to be true.]

[rubycitynpcs]

[Wolves rarely travel alone, Naoki, and they can be rather vindictive. Now that you've killed one, a strangled howl echoes through the surrounding alleys-- Proving that this one had pack nearby. How much of that energy can you loose? You're going to want quite a bit...]

[scalethetower]

[Naoki cocks his head to one side, yellow eyes darting, taking in his surroundings. Not good--they'll converge on him soon enough if they follow the scent of their companion. But he's fought packs before. Albeit packs of demons. He rolls his shoulders and pops his knuckles grimly. It's been a while.

He turns away from the form left on the ground, stepping out of the alley (he knows better than to fight in close quarters), and pausing in the middle of the street. Listening...]

--Final Confrontation--

[rubycitymods]

For those who have fought their way to the Castle stronghold, they will encounter the Princess and a very dedicated squadron of bodyguards. It will be an intense and undoubtedly dangerous encounter.

[mirthfulness]

[Gamzee is running on auto-pilot.

It's not the good sort of auto-pilot, either - the one that takes over and leaves you flying straight and true toward your destination with few worries until you have to land. This auto-pilot is broken, sending the plane into a spin and the inevitable crash and burn.

He's not sober, but he's sleep deprived. Going out for a walk earlier had proven to be a bad idea, as he'd done nothing but run across creatures out for his indigo blood, the color of which now ran down his arms. He now walks vacantly toward the castle without thinking, his footsteps steady but slow and his clubs hanging at his side.

The troll is ready to kill the next thing that he comes across, friend or enemy.]

[bentbowarcher]

[Equius falls into line behind Gamzee, soaked with blue and red blood and sweat, his glasses long since lost in the fighting. He hadn't intended to get involved, initially, but after having been jumped by several heavily armed dwarves, well...

After the first death, it was really hard not to just throw himself at everything that moved. Everything that wasn't Alternian, anyway. It got harder and harder with every punch he threw, taking out hominids with barely any effort. Rage built slowly, patheticness of his ever growing number of opponents wearing steadily on his nerves. If he was going to do this, if he was going to fight, he wanted an all-out death match, worthy of someone with his exceptional abilities.

He didn't know if following Gamzee would take him to that level of an encounter, but even if it didn't, there would be great honor to be had in attending the Highblood in battle.]

[mirthfulness]

[The presence of the other is acknowledged. In the back of his mind, Gamzee registers the blueblood as an ally. He's spared any attack for the moment.

He turns his head slightly, giving Equius a blank stare to let him know he's aware he's being followed, then turns back and continues to walk.]

You're bleedin', motherfucker.