folklorist: (Something you're not telling me)
Helios Sprensonne ([personal profile] folklorist) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2012-08-06 01:52 pm

Player Event - Chaos Plot

Who: Helios and pretty much everyone who replied to this post
What: The demon god Apep which affixed itself to Helios’ soul has awoken.
When: August 6th-9th
Where: Starting around house 44 then mainly around town and the woods
Summary: Basically Helios gets possessed and causes all sorts of chaos and destruction that the evil god, Apep, is known for causing!
Rating: R for lots of violence



[ It’s strange how the twist of events of a simple evening walk could change much of everything. In an instant, that was Luceti’s way of things, changing things in an instant. And Helios never even saw it coming. There were still parts of that night and parts of his soul that he never truly understood. But there were always ways of finding out. They say hands on experience is one of the best ways of learning. And this is a lesson he and several others won't soon forget. ]

((ooc; Okay plot is a go! If anyone doesn’t have an out for their character to be saved please PM me or contact me on plurk at pathogenic~ Otherwise have fun!))
redjacketthief: (and he gets angry)

August 7th | For House 46

[personal profile] redjacketthief 2012-08-08 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
NO!

[It was just taunts and just words, playing at his own foolish weaknesses and mistakes. It was a game of insults--and his arm.

But the threat to Shepard and Adele was enough to drown the barest hint of uncertainty that the God's words were starting to draw out. No longer caring about risk or injury, Lupin drew his Walther with his free arm and aims to smack the barrel at Helios. Pistol whip. It was a good standby.]


I will not let you touch her! [There were only two guesses as to whom he meant, and one was armed with high tech ordinance.]
Edited 2012-08-08 05:15 (UTC)
redjacketthief: (k.o.)

August 7th | For House 46

[personal profile] redjacketthief 2012-08-08 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[He grunts as his arm is ripped from its socket and grits his teeth against the blinding pain. It was nothing but proof that he was alive, and enough to give him incentive to keep trying against the thing that had stolen Helios' body. Both guns were useless, physical attacks didn't work--

but that didn't quell his seething rage at the threat against his friends.

Another grunt as he's slammed back against the wall, and this time he can't bite back his cry of pain at the sudden extension of his shoulder and the impact against his wings. There was no chance he could do anything against this monster. None.

That didn't stop the maniacal smirk from twisting his lips.]


That's funny. I do as I please as well!

[Riding high on the sudden burst of adrenaline, Lupin attempts to entangle Helios' legs with his own and apply pressure to the knee, intent on making the man drop. He'd go down too, but on the ground he might have an advantage.]
redjacketthief: (though danger lies)

August 7th | For House 46

[personal profile] redjacketthief 2012-08-08 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[He can't focus enough on doing anything through the searing pain of the god's fingers digging into his arm like claws. He has no base of reference--none. Lupin III, thief extraordinaire, was not a physical fighter.

Every instinct said to retreat and regroup, make distance between them so he could work the terraine--but it was too late. The combined impacts of landing on the floor and being kicked into the wall broke his concentration. He couldn't see straight, couldn't think.

...He was going to regret this in the morning.]
fleurdesel: right, tired, sad (Dead. You. Are. Dead.)

August 7th | For House 46

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-08-08 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[One can only sit and wait in the dark and silence for so long. Adele had her fill of it long ago- Lupin should be back. Artoo should be doing something. Anything could be happening and she'll be damned if she's stuck cowering in the dark again. Not now. Not here. Not when it's Lupin at risk.

She reaches back, pats Shepard's shoulder and jerks her head in the direction of the door, or rather where she thinks it is. That's all she can do before shuffling along, feeling her way across the wall. Found the door.

Pushes through and then there's sound and some light again-

A voice that's familiar but so very wrong for it.]


Soleil?

[Black snakes, a voice that was wrong- a bloody sword and she doesn't think.

It's Helios- but not, and he'll be back in a week anyway.

She lifts her revolver, takes aim, and fires.]
redjacketthief: (it came out...?)

August 7th | For House 46 + Private message to Kimura Saori

[personal profile] redjacketthief 2012-08-08 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Adele??

[He didn't have time to contemplate his misfortune of staring death in the face once more, of wishing that Goemon would just arrive with his Zantetsuken to slice through the darkness, before the gunshot broke the silence.

--There was no time.

Seizing the distraction, Lupin scrambles. His limbs weren't cooperating, and his vision was hazing between the pain in his shoulder and the sudden wave of vertigo. He was losing focus--he had no time.

He grasps at his journal, throws it open, and calls the one person he can think to call in this situation.]


S-songbird? [keep focus.] Emergency at House 46, something up your alley.

Hurry.

[That was all he could get out before the comforts of unconsciousness took him.]
Edited 2012-08-08 23:33 (UTC)
fleurdesel: right, tired, sad (Adele's got a Gun)

August 7th | For House 46

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-08-08 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Stay down Lupin-

[The gust makes her stumble back- the shriek all but deafening after so long in silence. Still, Adele doesn't run. She swore she wouldn't. Not again.

Bullet one missed, two left and no time to think. She aims and fires once more, swearing under her breath. He was close, the kick of the revolver familiar- it should hit.

But it wasn't a man. She can't know for certain.]
fleurdesel: left, sad, shock, tired, angry (bitch let me go)

August 7th | For House 46

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-08-09 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Merde-

[She tries to track his movement with the revolver, braced for one last shot. It needed to count. She had to make it count- but loses him in the shadow and silence. Unable to hear even her own pounding heart or tight breathing she backs up, there as a wall.

Back to the wall- she'd done this before and hadn't it ended so well then?

The silence breaks in a hiss. He's behind her and she can't see or turn to react and the moment there's a hand on her shoulder she reaches up, yanks the hairpin from her bun, leaving her curls a loose mess around her shoulders, and jabs it into the nearest hand.

It's the last thing she's able to do coherently before her vision is blocked out by ice.

She doesn't scream. Because she can't breathe.

Every little fear. Every terrified whisper. Every last waking nightmare crackles through her mind in such clarity, such detail. The crack of bone, the agony of her hands stripped down to the tendon-

falling

falling

falling

and nowhere safe to land. Everyone she knows rent asunder in the worst way. Locked in the dark and forced to listen to them scream over and over. Luke. Lupin. Sabriel. Ben. Gambit. Helios. Rick-

But Rick's gone.

Burnt to death and Rick's not here so this can't be happening, isn't happening-

Two seconds of focus is all she can manage behind the scrabbling fear. Stretching, straining, her hand locked on the wrist that's closest and a spark- a current, lightening in it's smallest and sharpest form race out from her hands across that ice cold skin.

It's all she can manage.

Then she's lost to the silence, shadow, and horror.]
risingshepard: Seriously pissed Shep #776. (Run if you know what's good for you.)

August 7th | For House 46

[personal profile] risingshepard 2012-08-09 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Goddamnit. She'd stopped paying attention for that split second and look at what that caused her. Adele's run off. Thankfully, it doesn't take long for her to track her down.] Goddamnit, Adele! [...Unfortunately for her, it's too late -- the damage well past done, she takes a moment, staring at the broken mess that she is, and what little she can see of a broken, battered Lupin before turning her attention towards the person -- god, thing, whatever -- responsible. And she wasn't about to let what's happened slide. The urge to drive her fist into his throat aggravated her untouched scars a little -- but it was nothing that would really show, in what darkness remains in that room.]

[Still, it would seem you have all three of them in the same room now, Chaos God...only this one might not be what you were expecting, Apep, because she's armed and ready to fire at you -- with a gun the size of a goddamn LMG.] ...If I had to guess, you're the one who did all this.
risingshepard: Show me yours; I bet mine's bigger. // Shep with her gun out. (Big mistake.)

August 7th | For House 46

[personal profile] risingshepard 2012-08-09 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Then I know just the way to deal with bastards like you. [Venom is what he gives, venom is what he will get in return.

...And what amounts to ungodly huge shards of shrapnel made from a grain of metal the size of sand headed his way. She is not going to play bullshit with this son of a bitch.]
risingshepard: Shepard's favorite threat. (Someone's going to get pummeled.)

August 7th | For House 46 [1/2]

[personal profile] risingshepard 2012-08-09 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[These people and their stupid God complexes. Her weapon, although undamaged, she finds well into overheating, forcing her to put them away. And then those tendrils start advancing towards her.

...Not taking bullshit -- and surely, not getting caught in it like her friends. A crack of the knuckles, and then--]
risingshepard: And make it quick. // Shepard when you deliberately piss her off. (Explain.)

August 7th | For House 46 [2/2]

[personal profile] risingshepard 2012-08-09 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Her senses go into overdrive. To the Chaos God, it may seem as if she'd started to move even faster than a human ever should be capable of, even as she storms the room that'd become a battlefield in such short order -- but then, what was she, really? Truly human, as Apep said -- or a mix of man and machine, thanks to her synthetic parts? Not that it ever mattered. She was still Shepard, and she was going to beat the living hell out of him, guns or no guns.]

No. But I'm in the mood to piss one off -- starting with you.
risingshepard: Shepard crossing her arms. Worst sign for whoever gets to see it. (You're awfully paranoid.)

August 7th | For House 46

[personal profile] risingshepard 2012-08-10 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[And yet, he may find that she's more than capable to back up her talk, in the most unexpected of ways, later on. However, that will have to wait.

The spikes are cast aside by the armor she wore, some driving into the plates but not wounding, but the lightning was another matter. She's quickly shocked, and the electricity itself was made more effective by the material -- though it wasn't much different than what she'd dealt with, two years ago, during that fateful war for the Citadel. Grimacing, but soldiering on with the adrenaline still pumping through her veins, she continues storming towards Apep, unyielding, and with a fist primed and sent straight towards his jaw.

She knows her limits, however--and she's expecting this to do little.]
Edited 2012-08-10 05:16 (UTC)
risingshepard: No one else needs to know. // Shepard, shouldering her own woes. (A burden only I can carry.)

August 7th | For House 46

[personal profile] risingshepard 2012-08-12 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Shit.

She was used to abnormal gravity -- no, she breathed in these sudden adjustments without a problem. However, this was too sudden, and too strong, even for her, to fight off. Now the god's heading straight for her with that blade, and she's in no condition to fight it off, nor are Lupin and Adele.

This isn't how it's going to end...! Her struggle is futile, however--the only thing that could really save her, at this point, would be timely intervention.]
thebellthatbinds: (Bell ringing)

August 7th | For House 46

[personal profile] thebellthatbinds 2012-08-12 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Before Helios' sword can get close enough to pierce through Shepard's armour and flesh the peal of a deep, resonant and commanding bell cuts through the sounds of battle. Saraneth, the Binder's voice rings loud and clear from the bell in House 46, fueled by Sabriel's will to try to halt Helios' actions by binding the spirit inside him.

When Sabriel had gotten Harry Dresden's warning that morning she had made sure to bring her weapons, sword and bells, with her when she had first left the house. Upon returning it had been a surprise to find everything silent. The absolute quiet of life had been unnerving until the sounds of a fight, of people suffering broke through barrier that had warped the area.

Walking into the room slowly and calmly, Sabriel right hand holding Saraneth moves in a crescent moon motion while her left holds a silent Kibeth.]
thebellthatbinds: (stern)

August 7th | For House 46

[personal profile] thebellthatbinds 2012-08-13 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Even though she managed to slow him through her bells it was not enough to stop him. Biting back a curse her fingers slide down the silver of the bells to silence their clappers as she ducks out of the way of the weapon. Dear lord, he was fast, if she hadn't seen the attack coming it would have struck her head right from her shoulders!]

I don't know who you are but this is not where you belong!

[Gritting her teeth, Sabriel redoubles her will and flips both of the bells with a practiced hand, catching them both by the handles and ringing them together. Binder and Walker ring out loud and clear; the Binder voice is harsh, fueled by her will to constrict the spirit inhabiting her friend's body while Walker sings a commanding march, willing the Spirit to walk where it would not choose to. She had to expel it from Helios somehow and this was the only method she knew.

Bind the spirit, Walk it into Death and let the river carry it past the Ninth Gate. That had been her plan.

Of course during a battle, plans had the tendency to go terribly wrong.]

August 7th | For House 46

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