EMP: EVENT START - reaction and mingling log

[fixesclocks]

Who: You! Everyone! Open!
When: Night of the 7th.
Where: All over the Port.
Summary: The EMP event has begun. There are no sirens. What will your character do?
Warnings: Violence, please note in comment headers to be added

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[bloodissacred]

Sirens aren't normally the reason he rises. His body knows when the sun sets, a routine he's followed for longer than he cares to admit. The silence is odd though. The nothingness below Fangtasia. While that isn't completely off normalcy, his senses pick up the quietness of the bar above, the street above. The room is dark and with the power out, the vault that keeps them hidden is not working.

Godric checks his NV. Dead.

And so he waits.

Minutes pass as they do. He's unreactive to the clicking of the vault door opening, of the lights flickering on. His first instinct is to check the bar. While he does not wholly approve of the place, he wouldn't want the clientele being massacred either.

However he starts to hear it. The cries of the city. He picks up his head and then he is gone, a blur out the door.

ooc: if anyone needs rescuing, he's pretty good at killing things or maybe a group can be formed of people killing things? I don't know. Feel free to bump into him at Fangtasia or outside. Whatever fits.

[vampingitup]

Eric stood outside, looking west, his eyes wide, his skin prickled with goosebumps--he wasn't cold, even if he was, in fact, completely naked, staring out into the Darkness without moving. The lights were all back on, even if the screaming hadn't quite stopped.

He felt like he'd died.

It wasn't as though he hadn't felt an empathic link broken before, he knew it well, which was why vampires were always careful in who they allowed to share their blood--straight from the source. Matches had drunk from him, and now he was dead. It had woken him, but he had been too late.

The vampire did not move. It wasn't that he cared - no, he lied to himself, it didn't matter - it was that he'd have to hire again. It was frustrating enough the first time, and Matches had been good. Sure, he'd had his own motivations, but mutual use had served them well.

Was that...blood? His own?

Eric brushed his hand across his eyes, smearing it away, and turned toward the sensation behind him.

"Godric."

[bloodissacred]

He felt that all too familiar pain in his chest. Something that stroke to the very core and resounded in his chest. Godric knew it wasn't his own pain. He stood behind his Childe and just watched. He watched him mourn. It was odd to sense his blood.

"I am here." He spoke softly.

It didn't particularly phase him that Eric was naked. He moved to his side though and placed an hand on his arm. "What is it?" He asked. It wasn't like Eric to be like this. Sure, he was emotional. Eric was perhaps the most emotional vampire Godric knew, but blood tears?

No, it was a loss. A loss Eric deeply felt. He wouldn't comment on his thoughts about it. It could only be one of two things. He lost someone he sired, or he lost someone that drank from him.

[boundbytreason]

For Caster, the Darkness hardly posed a threat, but she could keenly understand the screams of fear that rose in response to its unheralded arrival. With a fine surplus of spells at her fingertips, she could tame any beast as her own through as much as a single word. However, she cared not to use those powers to aid any in need. Ever since arriving, she had been waiting for such an opportunity, and she wouldn’t allow any distractions to inconvenience her further still

Open for brief encounters

[isitablurred]

[There's nothing like an EMP on a supersensitive alien, specifically one whose response to solar flares is for his powers to go haywire. This time is no different. The pulse passes through him, and a swathe of sky gets the full effects of his heat vision, blazing out of control, so hot and bright that it burns his own eyes. Temporary blindness follows, and Clark, reaching out for the building, tried to find his balance, to blink away the bright pain, the burning, stabbing fire in his eyes.

He'd been blind before, reliant on sound and memory to tell him where he was, but right now all he could hear were the growls of the incoming Darkness, the thundering sound of car alarms shaken by the EMP yelling into his ears, the lack of sirens--and then the fear.

He couldn't help. He couldn't...couldn't see.

Lois. He had to get home to Lois.]

2am -> 5am - Open

[fixesclocks]

[Some time after midnight, the shadows near you may change and warp. A man draped in the wings of Darkness themselves - Batman's cape - steps out of them. His hands are wet with blood, and it paints his hair down onto his temple. His eyes are black with murder, hunger; the thrill of delicious victory.

And he's enjoying this new power.]

Re: 2am -> 5am - Open

[madannoshashu]

[ Shadows morphing and changing is nothing new to this one so when Sylar appears out of the darkness, the man in a black coat and hood merely tilts his head from his perch on the side of the building.

Such a mess. They'll let anyone have access to darkness corridors these days, won't they? ]

Having fun down there, Sparky?

[fixesclocks]

[His head swivels back, flicking up toward the man in the hood, tilted over to one side in grim curiosity.]

Are you talking to me?

[madannoshashu]

[ He gestures in Sylar's direction. ]

You don't see any other Sparkies around here, do ya?

[ Or anybody else, period. Just the blood-covered killer and the sniper on the wall.

He peers down at the cape and finds it...vaguely familiar. ]

Getting ready for Halloween?

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[whitedarklord]

It was like any other Friday, really; Soma finished up his homework, packed everything away, closed up the windows, and then changed for work that evening. Only problem was, he didn't realize that he was running a little later than usual, and that he would not be able to make it to Fangtasia before the sirens

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[athermercy]

Elaine Belloc knew something was wrong. She wasn't blind to miss the subtle changes in the fabric of reality around her once the sunlight faded. How the darkness intensified and the Darkness appeared, but there were no Sirens. No Warnings. She frowned while she stopped on the middle of a street. She could be anywhere she wanted to. Her mind took her there.

She saw a young man racing on the streets, towards the path she was on.

Something was following him.

"Over here."

It wasn't interfering. It was pointing out the building at her left had Darkness proofed protection and it was open. Now.

[whitedarklord]

Soma let out a grateful noise, changing direction to the building she pointed out to him. He was halfway to her when the monster chasing him emerged from the shadows: a Spitter. It craned its head back, before hacking out a large wad of lava.

Soma glanced back just in time, ducking and rolling on the ground, the tail of his coat just barely getting nipped by the super hot wad. He fumbled back to his feet as the creature repositioned itself, trying to get a better shot at him and taking it, just narrowly missing Soma again as he took off.

"What about you?!" he called to the woman as he got closer, looking like his heart had just leapt up to his throat and was pounding loudly from there.

[athermercy]

When she saw the Spitter emerged, she told herself that this was a good time to become intangible. Elaine Belloc was about to do that. Corporeal forms were just constructs, after all. But she waited until the boy reached her position more or less safe and sound.

Well, that was the original plan. Of course they kept making choices that she wished they didn't do. His question was one of them. She couldn’t make him worried if she disappeared like a ghost, could she?

"I'll be right behind you," she promised, gesturing towards the building. "Go!"

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[aintnorain]

[She'd taken to keeping to herself lately, working on trying to learn more about magic. So the fact that she was in the hotel when it happened didn't mean much.

Except that the building wasn't the most Darkness proofed at night, let alone when it's just sprung on her.

She'd felt something. She wasn't sure what it was, but before she knew what to do, a creeping blackness was on her. Luckily enough had enough instinct to have an axe on the ready in most rooms. Screaming, Fred attempted to fight it, hacking at whatever it was.

But it was strong. She had to use more than her might to try and beat it off. Particularly her agility. It tried to engulf her, but a few stratigically aimed blows and it ceased. It didn't mean Fred was okay, by any means, but she knew she had to get out of there.]