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isleofavalon2021-06-09 04:14 pm
forgeabettertomorrow) wrote in isleofavalon2021-06-09 04:14 pm
Feel it right behind you, a grinning monster out to kill
🧙 WHO: Darin Altway and You!
⚔️️ WHAT: Caster has cursed Darin and now he's using Familiar Fusion and going berserk
🕒 WHEN: Right after Caster's declaration against Archer and the aftermath a few days later!
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot and Darin's Forge
⚠️ WARNINGS: Potential Violence/Blood/Gore/Mild Body Horror
[He doesn't know how long it's been since he passed out. He remembers Caster's message. He remembers meeting her at the edge of Broceliande Woods. He remembers...]
[Pain.]
[He comes to in a sweat. Not from pain or nightmares or anything of that nature, but because the forest around him is currently ablaze. He tries to jump to his feet but his senses are off. Skewed. Something was very wrong and he could feel it. It felt like oil seeping into him, slowly gripping the very cockles of his heart.]
[Rationale gives way to panic and he's stumbling away from the treeline. He had to get back to Camelot. He had to get back for...some reason. Something inside of him screamed that he had to.]
[But his footsteps slowly grind to a halt as he crests that final hill. As Caster's dark curses finally find their hold and grip his very being, altering every bit of his perception and reasoning.]
[The witch's curse was a powerful one. In her grief, she hexed Darin to see his greatest fear. And to act on the rage that he spent his life tamping out; the one fire in his soul he refused to stoke.]
[He falls to his knees, staring at a ruined Camelot. Everything he'd come to know, the happiness he was so desperately seeking. You see, if Darin was as much of a monster as he claimed, then his fate should match that of the monster, the witch of betrayal, that he sought to defend. It's only fair, right?]
[There would be no peace. Not while monsters walked among the people of this world.]
A - Transformation (CW: Blood/Mild Body Horror)
[Camelot was gone. Or at least, Caster's curse made Darin believe that it was. And Darin, on his knees, was slamming his fists into the earth with all of his magical given might; each blow sounding like a cannon shot as it cracked the stone beneath his fists. Inconsolable, he screams, believing no one will hear him.]
[However, anyone making their way to the woods to try and stop Caster or the fire she's set might stumble upon him. Calling out to him draws his attention to you, but there's something...off...about his eyes. They're clouded over with a dark haze. And while he might be looking at you...what he sees is something different altogether.]
You...it was you!
[Enraged, Darin pushes himself to his feet, magic coursing through his body so sharply that it crackles in the air. The air becomes stifling. Oppressive.]
You've taken everything from me, Dromas! Everything! So, you want a monster?! I'LL GIVE YOU ONE
[His giant antlion familiar bursts from the ground behind him and latches onto Darin's back. For a moment, it looks like his familiar might actually attempt to subdue him. Unfortunately, those enormous, terrifying mandibles find purchase in Darin's back and, for a horrifying moment, the familiar begins to burrow. Writhing in pain as his magical power skyrockets faster than his body can compensate, Darin lets loose a blood-freezing scream. But just as quickly as it had begun, his familiar disappears into Darin's body as the two merge.]
[Darin slams his hands into the ground as he begins to grow and change. Two horns erupt from his temples, black and glinting in the light of the burning woods behind him. His torso swells; muscles grow massive as chitinous plates form around his extremities like armor. His body contorts, his back arches, until finally he's a hulking beast, towering at over ten feet tall.]
[Green eyes glowing ominously amidst the haze, the newly transformed Darin lets loose a bellow that sounds like it's three voices screaming in cacophonous harmony.]
[And then he rushes to attack.]
B - City Escape (CW: Blood/Violence)
[Believing Camelot to be nothing but wreckage, Darin storms the city chasing...something. In his cursed state, every person he sees looks exactly like the person he believes to have brought about this disaster. Unfortunately, in this state, Darin isn't much for conversing. He's barreling through Camelot, tearing through buildings like they weren't even there. And any person, resident or not, that crosses his vision is likely in for the fight of their lives as he presses the attack. After all, in his mind, Camelot is in ruins.]
[He tears up a chunk of the street and hefts it towards a group of terrified people, all of which scatter. Or attempt to. It might be too late for some.]
C - Lockdown
[It had been several days since Caster's message. Several days since he'd lost control and was set upon the good people of Camelot. He'd been keeping to himself in the forge almost the entire time, only going out occasionally in the evening for food or groceries. When he did, he wore a cloak with the hood drawn to hide his blue hair and he barely spoke.]
[Of course he did his best to help the city recover from the damages. For the first two days, he worked tirelessly to get supplies and forge tools for whatever reconstruction needed to be done. But he would always send then out anonymously or send them to whoever needed them via a proxy. It's clear that he's doing everything he can to avoid going into town himself and he hasn't been spotted in town since the incident.]
[He threw himself into his work after that but...he still seemed off. Anyone who stops by the forge might find him struggling; hammering away at something that just isn't taking shape properly or tinkering with, and subsequently screwing up, some detailed work. Finally, in frustration, Darin pitches his hammer across the forge with more strength than intended, burying it into the wall across the work space.]
[Frustrated, he sits down and buries his face in his hands.]
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⚔️️ WHAT: Caster has cursed Darin and now he's using Familiar Fusion and going berserk
🕒 WHEN: Right after Caster's declaration against Archer and the aftermath a few days later!
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot and Darin's Forge
⚠️ WARNINGS: Potential Violence/Blood/Gore/Mild Body Horror
[He doesn't know how long it's been since he passed out. He remembers Caster's message. He remembers meeting her at the edge of Broceliande Woods. He remembers...]
[Pain.]
[He comes to in a sweat. Not from pain or nightmares or anything of that nature, but because the forest around him is currently ablaze. He tries to jump to his feet but his senses are off. Skewed. Something was very wrong and he could feel it. It felt like oil seeping into him, slowly gripping the very cockles of his heart.]
[Rationale gives way to panic and he's stumbling away from the treeline. He had to get back to Camelot. He had to get back for...some reason. Something inside of him screamed that he had to.]
[But his footsteps slowly grind to a halt as he crests that final hill. As Caster's dark curses finally find their hold and grip his very being, altering every bit of his perception and reasoning.]
[The witch's curse was a powerful one. In her grief, she hexed Darin to see his greatest fear. And to act on the rage that he spent his life tamping out; the one fire in his soul he refused to stoke.]
[He falls to his knees, staring at a ruined Camelot. Everything he'd come to know, the happiness he was so desperately seeking. You see, if Darin was as much of a monster as he claimed, then his fate should match that of the monster, the witch of betrayal, that he sought to defend. It's only fair, right?]
[There would be no peace. Not while monsters walked among the people of this world.]
A - Transformation (CW: Blood/Mild Body Horror)
[Camelot was gone. Or at least, Caster's curse made Darin believe that it was. And Darin, on his knees, was slamming his fists into the earth with all of his magical given might; each blow sounding like a cannon shot as it cracked the stone beneath his fists. Inconsolable, he screams, believing no one will hear him.]
[However, anyone making their way to the woods to try and stop Caster or the fire she's set might stumble upon him. Calling out to him draws his attention to you, but there's something...off...about his eyes. They're clouded over with a dark haze. And while he might be looking at you...what he sees is something different altogether.]
You...it was you!
[Enraged, Darin pushes himself to his feet, magic coursing through his body so sharply that it crackles in the air. The air becomes stifling. Oppressive.]
You've taken everything from me, Dromas! Everything! So, you want a monster?! I'LL GIVE YOU ONE
[His giant antlion familiar bursts from the ground behind him and latches onto Darin's back. For a moment, it looks like his familiar might actually attempt to subdue him. Unfortunately, those enormous, terrifying mandibles find purchase in Darin's back and, for a horrifying moment, the familiar begins to burrow. Writhing in pain as his magical power skyrockets faster than his body can compensate, Darin lets loose a blood-freezing scream. But just as quickly as it had begun, his familiar disappears into Darin's body as the two merge.]
[Darin slams his hands into the ground as he begins to grow and change. Two horns erupt from his temples, black and glinting in the light of the burning woods behind him. His torso swells; muscles grow massive as chitinous plates form around his extremities like armor. His body contorts, his back arches, until finally he's a hulking beast, towering at over ten feet tall.]
[Green eyes glowing ominously amidst the haze, the newly transformed Darin lets loose a bellow that sounds like it's three voices screaming in cacophonous harmony.]
[And then he rushes to attack.]
B - City Escape (CW: Blood/Violence)
[Believing Camelot to be nothing but wreckage, Darin storms the city chasing...something. In his cursed state, every person he sees looks exactly like the person he believes to have brought about this disaster. Unfortunately, in this state, Darin isn't much for conversing. He's barreling through Camelot, tearing through buildings like they weren't even there. And any person, resident or not, that crosses his vision is likely in for the fight of their lives as he presses the attack. After all, in his mind, Camelot is in ruins.]
[He tears up a chunk of the street and hefts it towards a group of terrified people, all of which scatter. Or attempt to. It might be too late for some.]
C - Lockdown
[It had been several days since Caster's message. Several days since he'd lost control and was set upon the good people of Camelot. He'd been keeping to himself in the forge almost the entire time, only going out occasionally in the evening for food or groceries. When he did, he wore a cloak with the hood drawn to hide his blue hair and he barely spoke.]
[Of course he did his best to help the city recover from the damages. For the first two days, he worked tirelessly to get supplies and forge tools for whatever reconstruction needed to be done. But he would always send then out anonymously or send them to whoever needed them via a proxy. It's clear that he's doing everything he can to avoid going into town himself and he hasn't been spotted in town since the incident.]
[He threw himself into his work after that but...he still seemed off. Anyone who stops by the forge might find him struggling; hammering away at something that just isn't taking shape properly or tinkering with, and subsequently screwing up, some detailed work. Finally, in frustration, Darin pitches his hammer across the forge with more strength than intended, burying it into the wall across the work space.]
[Frustrated, he sits down and buries his face in his hands.]
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He feels useless. Nothing he's done has helped either of them, but if he can just get them somewhere far away from this monster pursuing them, he'll feel he's done something right. Gokudera's boss will be mad at him for putting himself in harm's way.
There are chunks of the buildings in the alley coming down around them and he curls up to protect himself, already sporting wounds from an oddly similar situation. Narrow passageways are generally really great areas for him in combat, but he has no idea what he's up against, and how long this enraged thrashing will continue.
Gokudera pushes a shield up and over his head, imagining it holding like a lifted cloak, guarding his back as he crawls over to get to Adela. It's a slow, quiet, and dangerous move, but well worth the risk. If he's lucky, Darin can as easily assume that -if his strikes hit the shield- it is little more than chunks of the building he's caused damage to.
He hopes to make it to Adela, to cover her, but until then, she may notice a bubble-like shield forming over her. And then right next to her, a toy-sized plesiosaurus slides up to her and blows a few more bubbles, sliding along on a pile of marbles before hopping off. The marbles roll forward towards Darin, and the little creature clicks at her, ignoring the commotion entirely. Larry does not care]
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Any startled noise that wants to come out of her is quieted to a gasp, and she seems more bewildered than anything at the creature next to her. She's not steady on her feet, glancing between it and Darin (and noting that it's sliding a bunch of orbs towards Darin, possibly to trip him up?) before she catches Gokudera's eye again. ]
Are... You all right?
[ Yeah, they should probably be running instead of wasting time talking, but at least asking is probably a good idea. Once they regroup, they can figure out what to do from there. Now it's looking like he's hurt too though... Damn, she knew this would happen.
She's probably going to have to apologize to Darin later for all of this, too. ]
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[He turns his head to the sky and clutches at his temples n frustration. This area has become too much trouble. He crouches and leaps, blasting off into the sky and over the city's wall.]
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[So his shoulder hurts? Big deal. It'll just be a matter of relocating it, which will hurt, but he's been through much much worse. Larry is staring up at them, flapping his little plastic flippers before Gokudera scoops him up and puts him in his inner shirt pocket. Gokudera offers her his uninjured side to lean on if she'd like, but if she won't take it, it'll be a slow trek to safety.
Darin howling lets Gokudera know that the monster is there, but when he blasts off, the silence that follows makes him uneasy. Is he gone? Really? Gokudera won't allow himself relief yet. First thing first, he's taking out his device and contacting Nobunaga]
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But, suddenly, she's just so... Tired...
Her adrenaline is finally wearing off and she can't help leaning more of her weight on Gokudera than she's intending to, especially with everything catching up to her now. Now her head's pounding, everything hurts a lot more than it did, and she's visibly exhausted by that point. ]
Hope... No one kills him...
[ It's about the only thing she can say, but now that they're... apparently? Out of danger, they need to find a safe place to rest. They can figure out what to do about their arms later, and she'll just have to deal with her chest hurting for a while. That's going to be a pain if it doesn't go away, though. ]
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[He doesn't mean to be rude, but he has no idea that monster was Darin. Gokudera just thinks it came into New Camelot and started attacking unprovoked. If he knew it was an acquaintance of his, he'd obviously be more concerned.
Instead, he's just getting them somewhere out of the way of the bustling streets, but not together hidden, since he wants Nobunaga to find them as soon as he gets Gokudera's message.]
I don't think I got your name...
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[ When they can finally stop she collapses, leaning her back against whatever's nearest so she can just rest and focus on breathing. She doesn't really remember being hurt this badly before, but it's not like there's not much to do about it. ]
... Adela is my name. And... Thank you, for helping me.
[ That last bit was a little harder for her to say, and she's keeping her head bowed just so that she doesn't have to meet his eye. She's still frustrated that she got hit at all, but she can at least be grateful for the aid. ]
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[And now he's concerned.
He's not going to stop helping Adela, even if she seems like she wants to be independent and stubborn. Gokudera gets it, really he does, considering the number of times he's been hurt and pushed through it just to throw himself into more dangerous scenarios.]
You're welcome. You got pretty beat up back there. I'm going to call someone with healing magic, since it seems like most of your injuries are internal. [Well, that arm is clearly injured, but the way she's weak suggests that there may be breaks or even worse going on that he can't see.]
I've been a nurse in another world. I can't heal you, but I can at least help until you don't need me to anymore. Is that alright? My name is Gokudera, by the way... Try to stay awake for as long as you can... if it's too hard to talk, simply nod or grunt, alright?
[Gokudera is looking over scrapes, scratches, and none seem terribly deep. His shoulder hurts and he's irritated, but it'll be a bit too difficult to pop it back in place without help, and she doesn't look like she could push it back even if she tried her best.]
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[ And she's frowning now, though now that they're not moving she can at least breathe and even converse (mostly) normally. It at least doesn't seem like she's going to get worse out of no where.
She feels like she's getting a little bit of deja vu though, she's sure she knew his name from earlier... Well, that's not important right now. ]
I think the worst of it is that I still cannot move my arm. Something happened to my shoulder, similar to yours. [ Because she definitely noticed that he's hurt too. ]
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[It's at least safer for the people of the city. He just wonders now if Darin will return to normal, or if they should get a group together to locate and subdue him before giving him some kind of cure.
If he introduced himself, he's not even certain. Gokudera may have, but there was a lot going on.]
I just landed on it poorly. It's dislocated, and if it weren't, I'd help you set yours. Heh, together we have a working set of arms.
[He sits next to her and pulls out his device to check on Nobunaga.]
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[ She huffs out a hoarse laugh, which she immediately regrets because ow it hurts to laugh, but unfortunately the moment of levity doesn't last long. ]
... He really hits quite hard.
[ But now she notices Gokudera going over his phone, and something occurs to her. ]
Do you think there might be some clue of what happened to him on there? I was told that people could send messages to everyone else here on that thing.
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[Gokudera isn't on the network consistently. He usually just checks to see if his boss has said anything, or if anyone mentions him. For the most part, he minds his business.]
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[ She was just told the smart phones are for communication and some colourful little games on there! Gosh Gokudera don't scare her like that! She's at least quick to shake it off. ]
But maybe someone on there knows something about what happened to him and has said something. It may be worth a look.
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Do you know who he talks to? I really don't bother with most people on the network...
[Unless it has to deal with his boss, he keeps out of it all as much as possible. There are some things, of course he has to get involved in, and then there are friends he feels he needs to talk to, but for the most part, it's all idle chatter to him.]
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... Not really, but I also do not know that many people here in general. I just thought someone on there would talk about why he is like this, and what happened to him. I thought the people who have been here longer would know.
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[Gokudera hasn't heard anything. He wasn't anticipating that he'd see any of this going on in his daily life, but he wasn't just going to stand by.]