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wilderlogs2018-03-23 10:35 pm
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BEWARE THE WHEELERS [modplot] [event] [free-for-all]
BEWARE THE WHEELERS
The teleportation spell finally works out its very last kinks, placing them in an area of the city they've never been in before. Placing them here wasn't purposeful, the magic has just been trying its best to just gather them together and properly bind them.
But the area it puts them in is rather unfortunate. On a wall nearby, they can see words graffitied, a warning:
They're in Wheeler territory now, and that's why they suddenly hear whooping around them and cackling, maniacal laughter. The Wheelers start to roll out in force, making their situation go a little "Beyond Thunderdome" in the space of seconds. They're strange and terrible creatures, humanoid but with inhumanly long arms and legs that end in screechy wheels. Many of them wear terrifying masks over their heads that are lowered into place when their heads are down.
Because of their wheels, they can roll very fast, making it easier for them to hunt down their prey. Their wheels are bladed and made of a metal that never gets dulled or worn down, even with being rolled on, allowing them to slash at their victims as they roll by.
The Wheelers aren't working alone. Some of Oz's fairies are working with them, little unpleasant things. The fairies are very bitey, with pointy little teeth, and are able to cast magic. Mostly first-level spells: fire spells, ice spells, and disorientation spells.
The group will have to try to fight and run. The city is completely overrun with these creatures, so there's no way to defeat them all, but there's refuge beyond the city limits. The fairies are very territorial and don't like leaving their hunting grounds and while the Wheelers will follow their prey anywhere, their greatest weakness can be found beyond the city limits:
Very tall grass.
The terrain gets too hard to roll over outside the city. But the group has to get there alive first.
✦ Post in actionspam format. Plots and mod-run events in the game are meant to be in actionspam format to keep a brisk pace.
✦ Free-for-all Post. This event will be in "free-for-all" format, meaning that threadhopping is encouraged and that threading should be treated in the same conversational way as network posts.
✦ Bankable Magic. Alongside other mage types being able to figure out and use their magic for the first time, Archivist mages can start reflecting and banking magic for the first time as well. The fairies will be casting first-level fire, ice, and disorientation spells that can either be reflected at enemies or banked.
✦ NPCing. Players are free to npc Wheelers and fairies attacking within their threads. The fairies cannot talk. The Wheelers will mostly laugh and call out threats that they'll rip the characters apart.
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[He's more about brute force than skill as he knocks the legs of Wheelers out from under them, but he still gets the job done. Unfortunately, they're seriously outnumbered and he's seriously rusty. One of the Wheelers gets in a glancing blow of a blade to his upper arm. It's only a small cut but Kon's not used to being hurt that easily.]
[He feels an overblown rush of rage as he turns to look up at the Wheeler that did it and then something strange happens. His eyes cloud over and turn black. It'd felt his his powers had been locked away and now they're suddenly unlocked - but it isn't his usual superpowers that are called forth. It's...something else.]
[He extends a hand and black tendrils spring out of the ground, ensnaring one of the Wheelers. This causes a pile-up that sends several of them sprawling to the ground.]
[Kon suddenly freezes and stares at his hand.]
What the hell?!
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Yeah, yeah, you were right. Not the time bud.
[Hiccup swings the flat of his blade at a fairy, sending it flying into a wall.]
You think you can figure out how to use whatever's going on with you in the next five seconds?
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I -- I don't know. I have no clue what this is!
[He slams the branch into the gut of another Wheeler. It seems a lot safer to not use whatever weird power that was.]
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Then, might I suggest, not trying to work it out? No offense, I just don't want to experiment in the middle of a running battle with powers that somehow managed to spook Toothless.
[Throwing his shield at yet another Wheeler, Hiccup catches it on the rebound.]
Plenty of time for that after.
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[The darkness over his eyes flickers, clouding them over and unclouding them, like he's trying to will whatever's causing it away.]
[He tries to rely on just brute strength but it's like now that the magic has gotten its taste of freedom, it's trying to crawl out of him.]
It's kind of like -
[Another set of tendrils springs out of the ground and ensnares one of the Wheelers.]
-- it's got a mind of its own.
[It should freak him out more, but it doesn't. It all feels...natural.]
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[Given a little more space to breathe, Hiccup swaps his shield over to crossbow mode. Using rocks, as ammo, he starts shooting away at the Wheelers, attempting to keep them on the defensive. Toothless fires in concert with low-strength bursts of plasma, just enough to knock them out and cause a few first-degree burns.]
Just...try to keep whatever it is from going after us.
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On one end, there is a fallen clump of Wheelers. On the other, a standing Kon with only black eyes. That's - alarming, frankly, but if they've somehow possessed Kon, he's not going to have a j'accuse moment with so little evidence. After all, they're down. Kon is not.
He's just going to act like this is semi-normal, albeit from a good six feet away. ]
Nice move. Was that you? Because if you think I'm going to start saying bum bum bum after your name... [ He smirks slightly. ] I might.
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[Okay, clearly not possessed. Or not fully possessed, at least. Just cranky.]
[He's angry but it's in that way he gets when he's not actually angry but is instead lashing out because he's rattled and trying to pretend he isn't.]
My powers are gone. This is -- this is what was there instead.
[As he uses the tendrils again, knocking some of the Wheelers down, the 'lashing out' anger passes and there's a different kind of anger on his face, one that's closer to genuine - unnatural, uncharacteristic - rage.]
[Something about this is just...sweeping him away. Something strange happens to one of the Wheelers nearest him. He breathes in and there's an aura of light that leeches off of the Wheeler, like he's sucking the light away from them. Kon grows steadier where he stands, the Wheeler weakens where he lays on the ground, trying feebly to push himself up.]
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[ A small amount of smugness at having irritated Kon for something other than being four and hard-nosed, but Tim’s internally smothering it.
It’s not funny, and it keeps getting worse. Tim is willing to consider the benefits of Kon using strange powers, but the second time Tim has a front row seat. He takes it all in: the dark magic, the fading glow around the Wheeler, the look on Kon's face, and – worst of all – the overall impression of the life draining out of someone. It’s a different format, but he’s seen enough people in danger of bleeding out to recognize it.
The smugness is long gone when he clamps a hand on Kon's arm, indicating the Wheeler on the ground with his bo. Now, he's smothering his concern. ]
I think he’s down.
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[He shoves Tim's arm away in annoyance that's far too overblown for what's happening.]
Whatever this is, I've got it under control.
[Except he doesn't. Something else is trying to take the wheel and it's stifling the freaking-out he'd normally be doing if he was in his right mind.]
It's just making them tired.
[More of the vines spring up from the ground and he breathes in and it starts to looking like he can't not breathe the energy in. The black in his eyes also starts to spread, black crawling through the veins of his face around his eyes.]
Nighty night.
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No, he wasn’t letting him consider that response. ]
Look at them. They’re not tired, they’re losing consciousness. You know the difference.
[ Kon looks euphoric and strung out at the same time. Tim has no clue what his friend is doing or how, but it’s not healthy on either end and… Tim will do what he has to to drag Kon to STAR Labs. Doctor Fate's too risky to be a real option. Zachary Zatara? Yes.
The renewed attack, the spreading old blood blister color around Kon’s eyes, the way he’s relishing… that. Time is precious.
Tim’s grip shifts along his bo with crude subtlety. Then his foot is suddenly snapping upwards towards the bigger boy's solar plexus. Apologies will follow. ]
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[That catches him right in the solar plexus and makes him bow over. He doesn't drop because he's taken more than his fair share of hits there and if superheroes dropped every time they got womped that way they'd never make it through a fight. But it definitely knocks him for a loop.]
What the hell?! [He wheezes it.] Rob! What was that for -
[The gesture he makes with his hand is unconscious. It's just an angry, grabby gesture, it's not meant to actually snatch onto anything.]
[But something snags. Magic accompanies the gesture and grabs something inside Tim. Kon breathes in with a sharp intake of breath in response -- pure alarm, cutting through the fog -- and that unfortunately helps pull what he snagged out, like he's sucking it out just like he was sucking the energy out of the Wheelers.]
[It slips out of Tim's mouth, a silvery, fluttery, glittering little orb still connected to his body by a beautiful, delicate thread. Kon knows what it is instantly. Raven showed him his own soul after all, after the Luthor thing.]
[Then the little orb snaps back through Tim's mouth to where it's supposed to be. That doesn't mean Tim's body will immediately start working again, that'll take a few moments longer, but he'll be able to see again properly.]
[The first thing he'll be able to see is the black clearing away from Kon's eyes, chased away by the concern. He'll be able to see the way Kon's blue eyes widen as they trace a line from where Tim's soul'd just been to Kon's own extended hand. Tim'll be able to see the look of abject horror on Kon's face that comes when he understands what he's done.]
[The noise he makes isn't a cry, isn't a scream. It's more of a wheeze, a sharp intake of breath that doesn't make it all the way to 'sob.']
[He lunges towards Tim, ready to catch him if he falls.]
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Blackness. Heavy cotton in his ears and nose and mouth. Disconnected. Drifting. He doesn't experience it, really, so much as have the faintest impression of feeling both isolated and hollow in the void.
It overlaps with the feeling of falling straight down, like his brain can't access his legs to tell them to keep supporting his weight.
Which, in turn, is prioritized below processing the change in Kon's demeanor and expression. It worked, he thought as he fell. Kon snapped out of it.
Kon is only just reaching him when Tim's soul and mind finish rebuilding needed connections, and the world goes from foggy slow motion to ripping along at normal speed in a snap of its fingers. Tim's stomach actually lurches like he's on a rollercoaster.
By the time he's caught, he's gasping like he's out of breath, which he isn't, and shaking with the feeling of wrong/cold/fear that he can't put his finger on. It's none and all of the three emotions at once. ]
... 'm okay.
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[He's panicking. Of course he's panicking. Fortunately, he's not panicking so much that he's lost the ability to pay attention to their situation. They're superheroes, they're used to having emotions and expositing all over a fight while in movement without losing situational awareness.]
[So when one of the Wheelers sweeps in too close and attacks, Kon holds Tim closer to him, a hand protecting the back of his head and neck and rolls them both out of the way. Fortunately, Tim's bo was oriented parallel to their bodies so it manages to roll with them.]
[Unfortunately, there's another Wheeler still coming.]
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The oncoming Wheeler means that he should fight, so Tim undertakes a valiant effort to get free and to his feet. The key word is effort. ]
We can argue later… the good news is I don’t have a concussion.
[ Tim fumbles at his belt, already putting together a plan that doesn’t depend on physical prowess, and three seconds later, he shoots the grappling gun diagonally through the Wheeler's legs. The cable acts as a tripwire. ]
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A concussion's not what I'm worried about! I pulled your --
[He can't say it. A soul is too precious a thing for someone that worried for a while that he didn't have one.]
You need to sit down for a second. We have no idea what that did or what effects it could have.
[What if he hurt Tim's soul? Caused some kind of long-term damage? How would they even know?]
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[ As stubborn as he wants to be, Tim does lean against Kon heavily. He wants to feel less weird, but he can't define what feels wrong in the first place.
He hates having to ask, because he can tell that Kon is freaking out over whatever he - whatever happened. Tim takes a seat on a half-fallen wall. ]
I'm sitting down. [ That's the bargaining chip he's offering. ] Do you know what happened? Has it happened before you got here?
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Like most of his other strategies so far, it had mixed results. But as he's put himself in a position to pull the dumb stunt again, he unintentionally ended up in a prime spot to witness Kon's new powers latch around one of the Wheelers and unintentionally send a good portion of the others raming into each other. ]
Whoa.
[ Leaping down off the wall without a second, Imp bolts toward his friend, and apparently not taking notice of Kon's shock and confusion, starts yelling from halfway over to him, gesturing to the Wheelers he just took out. ]
Since when could you do that?!
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Since I got here I guess. When I dug down deep to try to use my normal powers, this was there instead.
[Now if only he could figure out what this is.]
It's kinda freaking me out.
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Is that something Superman was ever able to do?