Player Event - Chaos Plot

[folklorist]

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!))

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[risingshepard]

[Not a flinch, not a grimace, not even a look away from the other redhead--It may very well be obvious, that years of war have hardened her into a terrifying presence on the field, up close or otherwise. Her posture is solid, telling of someone rearing to completely ravage anyone who decides to play the fool, try to piss her off, or what have you.

She merely watches him, poised to drive her fists in his face at the slightest twitch on his part, apprehensive of his capacity to summon those monstrosities at will. She would have to caution herself while fighting against him, as a misstep would surely lead to her being his victim.] Sorry, but I'm not interested in becoming a sadistic bastard's trophy. Go find someone else who cares.

[relictusdeus]

[He answers crisply, his voice low.] You have made your bed, woman; now lie in it!

[Having gotten a telling taste of her physical strength, he knew to keep his cool, calculating eyes on her, perpetually searching for some opening, some vulnerability to exploit by any means. Morals were shackles on the battlefield as far as he was concerned – he wouldn’t feel the slightest twinge of guilt or dissatisfaction slicing through a man’s Achilles’ tendons or spitting in his eye if it meant securing victory.]

Ah~

[His features assume a look of pleasure as Abel’s transition from a wisp of matter to solid flesh and bone occurs quickly and a horned, humanoid beast with feathered wings appears before them. It glowers at her, circling them both from above.]

I am glad the two of you could meet; 'tis a pity you shall not last…

[Without further delay, Isaac raises the Chauve-Souris, but this time to slam it into the ground as if wielding a hammer. Between his own strength and the properties of this spear forged from many strange and ethereal raw materials, the impact produces a shockwave that ripples outwards in a radial formation. It can be cleared with a jump – and that is in fact what he's counting on. If properly coordinated and all were to go as anticipated, a swooping Abel would then ram into her from the side or the back.]