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Luceti Valley - The Second Log

Who: Everyone
What: The second part of the experiment. Things begin to unravel.
When: August 7th - August 10th
Where: Luceti itself
Summary: Check out the mod post for more. This covers Day 6-9!
Rating: Varies with thread. Please move explicit stuff to appointments post with appropriate warnings.

Luceti Valley continued in its own merry little way. The rich got richer, the poor got poorer. A new tax hike had ensured increasing animosity between both groups, despite the protests of the every charitable Lord Mayor. But on the sixth day, something happens and people begin to notice things are unusual. Idle thoughts that if thought about too much is bound to get you a visit to the police station for an hour or so. Or worse, it may just get you committed.

Meanwhile, the asylum continues to gain more and more patients. Those that are trapped there will find escaping difficult, but there may be more to this place than they first assumed...

On the tenth, battle breaks out across Luceti Valley. People begin to exhibit powers and abilities they didn't know they had. The police begin rounding up these people to lock up. If they resist, its bound to come to blows. Even though no one has regained their memories of their true self yet, it becomes apparent that some trickery is afoot, even if they might not know the source or why.

Note: This is the second log! There will be a third and final event log for the aftermath. There will also be two separate logs specifically for finding John and defeating Zompano. For those of you that signed up, we'll be randomizing the results and replying to the selected characters later tonight. In the meantime, keep enjoying the event! If you have questions, direct them here.

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[She snorted and made to follow. She wasn't really the killing sort, but the minute a gun was produced she changed her mind. That, in fact, changed everything. If the police were trying for a kill then she certainly had no compunctions about doing what was necessary.

Pointing her parasol, metal tip forward, at the oncoming men she channeled some of the stormborn energy that'd seemed to follow her all day.

And a bolt of lightning ripped past Vegeta and tore through the shooter's chest, leaving a hole the size of a man's fist. For an instant, she nearly panicked. She'd killed someone. With lightning! And that'd just been a reflex...]

Edited 2013-08-14 23:12 (UTC)

[He sees his target go down, a smoking hole now visible. He'd seen the lightning flash past him, with a bit of surprise. Though instinctively, he turns back to Saori for a second, just so he can yell-]

Hey! That one was mine!

[Though in his anger, one of the men manages to come up and deck Vegeta right across the face, before he's even got a chance to consider that Saori just shot lightning out of no where into a man. Then at least three of them jump him, tackling him to the ground.]

[She's about to protest when he's dogpiled! Can't really shoot lightning at that, now can you? So she rushes over to help, swinging the parasol like a sword.]

Get...off!!

[They don't get off him of course, landing punches into his side as he lay there, making him more and more angry...

A few beams of light shine out for a moment before there's a flash and a scream when all of the men get thrown off, revealing a now standing, pissed off man now with a seemingly transparent blue fire licking around him, fists balled and teeth clenched.]

What kind of pathetic attack was that, huh? What a disgrace. [He falls back into a fighting stance.] Now I'm going to pound all of you into the ground.

[That's enough to send half of them at him, the other half watching Saori and Vegeta, debating on what to do...and one, well, he just starts to run away.]

[Saori blinks in surprise at the display of energy. Somehow, she's not terribly shocked that he's able to do that, with the lightning that seems to obey her every whim, but...it's still a little unsettling.

And then the runner triggers something in her. An instinct, like some sort of predator, overrides her usual self for an instant. The spirit within, the being she doesn't even know exists, is furious at being constrained. With a nearly feral snarl she leaps into the air, parasol first...and lands on the man, skewering him to the ground. Whirling to face the others, blood dripping down her makeshift weapon, she sneers at them.]

You're not going anywhere...

[He's a little shock, but at the same time, a wicked smile comes forth at the sight of how brutally Saori had just attacked the man, showing no mercy. Exactly the way he thinks someone should fight...

Why was he thinking like this? He shakes it off, eyes focusing on the pack of cops who were now wondering who exactly was more dangerous at this point. He takes that opportunity to take off, flying at the first one in front of him and twisting around into throwing a side kick, connecting and sending the cultist flying as he hovered there in midair.

Oh what the fuck he can fly. This was just getting better and better.]

[Flight? Well she's pretty certain she can't do that. But she does hurl herself forward with a growl, catching the flying cultist with an arm that seems to stretch and grow. Fingers latch onto him and hurl him into the ground with bone-crunching force.]

No...you leave when I say, worm.

[Another cultist gets brave and charges at her unprotected back to grab her, but as he touches her she spins like a serpent. Her nails slash at him like claws, and he falls back with a gurgle, his throat torn out.

The sight of that is enough to snap her back to herself, the spirit retreating for a moment...]

W-what?! What just...what did I? H-how?!

[He's caught a glimpse of her, ripping the throat out of the man like it was nothing, and felt that he probably should be very grossed out by that, but he's not. In fact, the only word he had for it now was 'good'.]

[Yelling to Saori-] I wouldn't question that if I were you! [He's back to concentrating on his own opponents, bones crunching as he throws all the weight of his fist into one's ribcage, and then grabbing another, flying up and throwing them as hard as he could at the ground, landing with a sickening crash as the ground gave way underneath from the impact.]

[One cultist takes advantage of her shock and grabs her arm, and then screams in agony as a huge electrical discharge sends him flying. Reflexively, the spirit seemed to be channeling her inner bug zapper and using it to defend her.]

What is going on?!

[Snapping her head out of it, she at least advanced on another enemy, lashing out with her parasol. The cultists backed up, trying to keep out of range, and not running. They clearly didn't want to turn their back on either opponent, not with how predatory they both seemed.]

How am I supposed to know?! If you didn't notice I've got my own slew of powers to deal with, but I'm not standing around wondering what's going to happen next! Now get it together and do something!

[Not that she wasn't already, but he doesn't feel like this is a good time to panic. He fights off the last few that aren't surrounding them now, letting whatever this power he had let his aura grow, feeling that they were in for the worst of it soon.]

[She shakes off his words and reaches up, calling out to the sky. It's natural, it's easy, and that...feeling inside her is screaming at her to do it.
Thunder rumbles and lightning crackles through the clouds and stabs down, spears of blue-white light shredding fleeing cultists. Gouts of earth erupt as more lightning strikes, rupturing all around them but never touching them.

This...was instinct?!]

Ah-! [Well, he'd asked and received hadn't he? He shields his eyes as the lighting rips down and fries several of their enemies, jumping back here and there as the ground itself is ripped up from underneath. In fact he's just going to find himself in the air as it all happens, watching through squinted eyes and amazement at the spectacle.

He turns to her, impressed.]

Well, it looks like you've finally decided to be serious about this, huh? [Thank the galaxy she's on his side. He's pretty sure she is at least.]

I'm tired, I'm annoyed, and I want to sit down and think about what the hell is happening to me.

[More lightning follows, striking cultists and smashing into houses and trees.]

I've been grabbed, punched, thrown around, and treated with the same respect one would show a sack of potatoes.

[Her fingers dart out, a spark lancing through the heart of a cultist that got bold]

Give me one reason why I shouldn't just end this now.

[There's a time in a man's life when he finally figures out that if you get in the way of a very pissed off woman, there was bound to be awful things that happened to you.

He feels like this is one of those times.

His hand gestures out, stepping to the side and making sure he is well out of the way. If she wants to murder everything in front of them, she can. He's not stopping her.]

[Well then...don't mind if she does!

Electricity gathers in the air above her, a singularly massive cloud of lightning taking shape. The cultists do try and run, but she's so done with playing nice.

Energy blooms all around her as she attacks, a circle of death that finishes off the remaining enemies.

So done.]

Edited 2013-08-23 01:41 (UTC)

[See, and this is why he doesn't get in an angry woman's way anymore. Bulma taught him well over the years and he certainly has learned his lesson, even though it took a long, long time to pound it into his thick skull.

He surveys the mess of bodies, adrenaline still pumping and silently wishing she'd at least left a few alive for him, but nonetheless it was quite the sight to behold. And he'd be lying if he said it didn't satisfy him. The only thing he'd of changed was that he would have been the one to kill most of them. A thought process that he still hasn't grasped yet.]

Well, there. Feel better now that you've destroyed the entire lot of them?

[She turns from the smoking corpses, stumbles over to a park bench and plops down. That wasn't how she'd wanted this to turn out, but...instinct. That'd just been instinct.

At least, that's what she told herself.]

They won't bother us anymore. Wretches.

[No, they certainly won't, he thinks, walking over and plopping right next to her. He wasn't tired, but that....that was a lot to process and now that he's got a minute, his mind needs to catch up.]

What I want to know is why all of a sudden they want to take anyone in who so much as asks a simple question. It's not any of the business anyhow. [A beat.]

Why were they after you in the first place anyway?

[She leans back, popping her back on the bench-rail and sighs. It was a whole lot to process, really. Probably a bit too much.]

Honestly? I don't know. I was just out for a walk, with that little black cloud following me and they insisted I was doing something wrong. I didn't really know what was going on, until they grabbed me and started hitting me.

[That makes him look up, remembering that part now that the fight was over. There had been a rain cloud hovering above her, and he thought that was odd too.]

Then you're sure you're not possessed are you? You did, after all, rip out the throat of one of those ingrates. That's not a behavior I'd associate with someone of your status.

I...I don't know? [She looks at her hands, fingers trembling and twitching at the thought.]

Something just came over me. Something...angry, that just wanted to hurt them. I-I don't have any idea where it came from, or why. But whatever it was, it reminded me of a predator. When he ran, I just...well...you saw.

Oh, I saw alright. I hope you've got a good handle on whatever that is, because if you suddenly decide that you want me on the menu for your next meal, I'll have no problems sending you through a few buildings too. [He eyes over to where he'd punched that one guy.]

It's gone now...[That's clear to her at least.] But I don't think it'll be gone for good. I wish I knew what was going on, but I guess you're as clueless as I am.

You got shot, didn't that hurt?

Ah- [His hand rubs his shoulder where the bullet had hit him, the fabric of his shirt torn. He hadn't really thought about it, like it wasn't a big deal.]

Yes, but... [He rips the rest of the shirt open where the tear was, inspecting it to reveal only the start of a bruise, tiny and insignificant.] I can't believe it, there's barely a mark! It's not even sore.

[Now it's his turn to look really lost.] What am I that I can take a bullet without so much as a scratch?

[Saori looks at the mark, then at his eyes, her fingers tentatively rubbing her own stomach. There should've been some feeling there, but nothing, no pain.]

Vegeta...[Her mouth flaps wordlessly] I'm not even bruised, myself. What...what are we? H-how? They beat me with a club and shot you...and there's not a mark on us.

[Are we even human?]

Luceti Valley - The Second Log

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we should just do a building of ridiculous things that happen to these two lolol

Yep! Spirit time...

HAHA RAD.

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