Log: Ongoing

[bitingnightmare]

When; March 3 (night, into midnight)
Rating; R (language, violence, mild gore)
Characters; Joshua apostleofhope, Rosette bound_by_time, the Corinthian bitingnightmare, Cassidy beer_over_blood, Elle Driver venomouselle, now with a dash of Doumeki monsterepellant
Summary; In retaliation over this, Team Dirty plans a strike just outside of the Cathedral.
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[apostleofhope]

[This dream is far better than the others that have plagued him, having been resting for two days after that little run in with Faye. But he's not sure if it's even a dream... He just knows Rosette's calling him, and he's confused, so with a rustle of sheets and blankets he's slipping out of bed to follow the voice.]

[beer_over_blood]

[Cassidy held her for another minute, just another, before she wiggled out. He couldn't help it - he wanted to have some respect for her]

Shite!

[venomouselle]

You little fuc--!

[Elle didn't tumble, thanks to keeping a solid footing. She did stagger back. If Cassidy wasn't going to grab her, then hell someone had to. The assassin fought through the pain of being winded to leap at Rosette again.]

[bound_by_time]

[Hitting the ground nearly knocked her silly, white stars flashing in front of her eyes as the gun dropped from between the two, and she rolled to her side, snatching at it as she tried to drag herself back to her feet quickly, bolting away from the two aggressors as she tried to clear her vision enough to get in a shot at them, stumbling.]

JOSHUA!

[beer_over_blood]

[grabbing the gun and tossing it to Elle]

Oy, I'll take the girl, run her back to town. You go help Cor!

[reaching for Rosette]

[venomouselle]

[A good toss and a good catch. Elle tucked the gun into her belt, but not before ensuring that the safety was on.]

Roger that.

[Gladly, Elle turned from them both.]

[bound_by_time]

[Like she was going to stay still to be grabbed, and the girl skitters, on one hand and flailing feet, under his reach and back towards her brother. Shit shit shit. Joshua was hurting, and she couldn't do anything more then shout at him, and shoot at the man pursuing her.]

JOSHUA! GET UP! GET UP!

[beer_over_blood]

[grabs her and takes off towards the City]

Sorry, luv, can't let you.

[apostleofhope]

[Surprisingly, Joshua is perfectly still at first, the shock of it and being woken up by it keeping his brain from properly registering at first. It's the sound of the gunshot that makes him snap to the present, right eye opening just in time to see something bloodied being pulled away.]

Ro-

[No, not Rosette. It was...that fucking nightmare, and he was holding... Oh God. Stumbling back a few inches, both hands fly to cover his eye as he screams, both horns now visible as he hunches over.]

[bitingnightmare]

[He backs away immediately, following the sound of gunfire and just smiles, tossing Joshua's eye up by its severed nerve endings to catch it by the sclera in the palm of his hand.]

Horns.

[The Corinthian says in warning to both Cassidy and Elle.]

[apostleofhope]

[He's not even fully aware of who else is in the area yet. Joshua's far too focused on the pain and God oh God why can he heal everyone but himself? And then he's focused on the one who caused the pain, but wait, he has to tilt his head more now to see him properly and that's even more frustrating. Joshua recognizes him, even if all he can see is red, and eventually the screaming forms words.]

Corinthian!

[And he's now the one lunging, but no one can even tell until the Corinthian's on the ground and Joshua's on top of him, ripping the knife from him. Already the air around him begins to thicken and swirl, a light purple haze in the breeze. Anyone trying to touch him know will know what it's like for time to truly stop.]

[bitingnightmare]

[Does he have to say his name so loudly? He thinks Blue might even hear it, and he wishes the golden boy didn't have to. Nevertheless, he pockets the eye safely, a wrong move because within a fraction of a second Joshua's on him.]

Shit!

[Blade torn away, his fingers hurt from the wrench alone so his teeth eyes rasp, that characteristic hrrschh at Joshua, horns or no horns. Just like the conjuring purple, the Corinthian reaches for his fears, nothing but pitch black as is the nightmare's function. It doesn't last long however as he balls his fist and slugs it straight for Joshua's temple.]

[apostleofhope]

[He could have dodged. Would have... But the sudden fear had left him frozen. All he could feel were sharp pricks all over his body, and he could smell the rust and hear that scraaaape. The punch knocks him off of the Corinthian to collapse on the ground, screaming all over again.]

I didn't do it, I didn't do that! I'm not the jackal!

[bitingnightmare]

[He rolls aside, to put distance between them. Shit he hasn't heard nary a mention of the Red Horror in almost a year, but Cori remembers him well too, his counterpart in that world. The White Horror drags his hand along his side, mimicking the large knife the butcher would carry, and his teeth eyes copy the ominous scraping. He motions as if to cut Joshua down with his phantom sword.]

[venomouselle]

[She really didn't know what the fuck was going on. Elle didn't exactly care. Faye suffered under some manner of brutality at the hands of this kid lucky enough to have magic growing out of his skull. Elle Driver didn't fucking care as she unsheathed the Hattori Hanzo sword and to Cori's aid.]

[apostleofhope]

[The mimicry it was perfect, and it made Joshua shudder...but there was something different now, because this was not the little boy that had been brutally tortured for crimes he couldn't remember. It took a minute for him to recover, but then once again he had his eye pinned on the Corinthian, a low animalistic snarl escaping him. He's moving again, barely leaving behind a blur as he swings his fist, not even sure who he's seeing right now, but he knows both of them deserve it. He hopes it breaks the bastard's helmet, but when he hits he doesn't feel anything metal, just skin and teeth, and possibly a broken jaw instead.]

You--!

[He stops and spins when he hears Rosette again, just in time to see a swinging sword. Once again he's moving too fast to leave a trail, grabbing the katana right out of the woman's hand and plunging right back into her. It's his lack of depth perception that saves her, pinning her to the tree just beside Cori, with the blade through her breast, but not her heart. And he doesn't care, because he's