Luceti Valley - The Second Log

[lucetimods]

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.

Comments

[misterbrief]

They aren't who they appear to be. They're a bunch of phonies as far as I'm concerned. [He keeps his gaze locked on the officers who are visibly becoming more and more angry, and looking more and more prone to attempting to restrain the two of them.] I believe these men have a bone to pick with me. No matter. If a fight's what they want, then that's what they'll get.

Fly home. I'll handle this. [He's not surprised to see her fly. He'd discovered that earlier himself.]

[fashionably_strong]

But what about you?

[He's always been physically fit, and if she has powers, it's not surprising that he has them, too. Still, she doesn't feel good about leaving him behind. He's a businessman, not a warrior. His fights are fought through harsh business negotiations, not through physical force.

...or are they? There's a moment of doubt, there, saying that maybe he is a fighter and just out of practice. Or something. Maybe he boxed in his youth and just neglected to mention it to her. But then, that isn't right, either. For a moment, she recalls cheering him on as a little girl in a tournament, but that's a fake memory, isn't it?]

I don't want to leave you behind when I could do something to help.

[misterbrief]

I'll be fi- [But he doesn't get to finish because they've decided they have waited too long. One of them throws a punch, thinking that Vegeta was distracted by talking to his daughter. Thankfully he sidesteps it, grabbing the man's arm and bringing his free elbow squarely into the nose of the offender.

Unfortunately, the others are now also going after Bulla.]

[fashionably_strong]

Hey!

[Two of them grab her ankles, pulling her down to the point that two others can grab her wrists.]

Get your hands off of me!

[She kicks one foot up as if she was trying to kick off a particularly disgusting mud-encrustred boot and sends the police impostor flying back. More move in to try to restrain her.]

Leave us alone! We'll sue you for everything you're worth!

[misterbrief]

[He knows they aren't going to listen. He goes after the nearest one attacking Bulla, grabbing him by the shoulder, spinning him around and bringing his knee right into his stomach. Unfortunately, the cultists had heard about Vegeta's earlier mishaps and were alerted that the man and possibly his daughter were far stronger than a lot of the other residents- so more reinforcements show up, bigger and stronger than the rest to take on the Saiyan duo.]

Great, more company. [He'll try to get the remaining cultists off Bulla. He needed her free for this.]

[fashionably_strong]

[Cheerleading and ballet are amazingly useful for agility and flexibility, and with one leg free, Bulla's able to swing it around to kick the one who's got her other leg square in the face. The result isn't pretty, as her kick knocks out a couple of teeth and draws blood. It does make the false police officer release her, though.]

Just what is their problem with us, Dad? ...aside from us fighting them, I mean. I didn't do anything to make them try to grab me at first and they didn't even tell me why they were doing it.

[She wonders if it has to do with their powers. But she didn't use any (or know for certain that she had any, for that matter) until after they already tried to grab her. She's freed of the two cultists holding her arms, courtesy of her father and she gets ready for a fight, moving so that she's back to back with him. If they're surrounded, she'd rather not show her back to the police, who have clearly lost their minds.]

This is seriously weird.

[misterbrief]

[His eyes dart back and forth, keeping an eye on all the fakers surrounding them. He doesn't show it, but he's a little worried- these guys are tougher than the ones he took on earlier that day.]

I ran into some problems earlier with these imposters. Let's just say some of them aren't going to be going home for dinner tonight.

[fashionably_strong]

Are you going to kill them? Or just beat them up really badly so that they have to go to the hospital rather than home?

[She's not sure why it occurred to her that he might do such a thing. It is self-defense, yes, but that it seemed so natural that he'd kill someone who attacked him or his family is a little weird.]

Either way, let's take them down quickly and go home, okay? This is scary.

[misterbrief]

I don't know who these morons are, or who they really work for, but I can tell you now they don't deserve to have the privilege of living. And I'm more than happy to take that away.

[His words seem to spark anger and fear in the faces of their assailants, making them tense. They had been warned of the man in the business suit with the black spiky hair.]

You're not doing anything. Stay behind me and I'll take care of them.

[But there won't be much time for talk. They're starting to organize to attack the two of them.]

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla watches as their attackers carefully surround the two of them. More of them may be moving in on her father, identifying him as the greater threat, but after seeing her own display of powers, they haven't counted her out as being dangerous. Just less so than him.]

Um, Dad? I don't think they're going to give me the option of staying behind you when they've got us surrounded.

[Indeed, the imposter police officers begin to move in. Bulla gasps.]

Aah! Looks like they've got powers, too!

[misterbrief]

I knew there was something fishy about this. [The cultists in front of him, however, have decided that it's been enough time and go in to attack the Saiyan. He parries one and cracks him in the side of the head, but the other manages to get a sucker punch in, right across Vegeta's face.]

[fashionably_strong]

Dad!

[Bulla turns to try to help him, which proves to be a mistake. One of their foes takes this opportunity to move in and knee her in the stomach.]

Agh!

[Winded, she coughs to catch her breath, but isn't given much time to recover.]

That's no way to treat a girl, creep...

[misterbrief]

Hey! [He hears her cry, turning from his own hit and running his fist right into the stomach of the one that had just hurt his daughter. No one touches his family and gets away with it.

However that allows one to get behind him and restrain his arms, making him growl. He's got a solution for that though.]

Fool! Let go before I break those arms of yours right off!

[fashionably_strong]

[This time, there's no hesitation. Bulla charges in and decks the one restraining her father's arms. She stomps her foot into the imposter's kneecap, and there's a slightly sickening crunch sound as the bone fractures.]

Hey dad? After we beat these guys, let's try and figure out how we're pulling this off.

[It's kind of weirding her out, but she can't deny that it's proving very useful right now.]

[misterbrief]

[He's let go, and to follow up Bulla's blow to the man's kneecap, he swings and lands a backfist right to the side of his face, sending him flying.]

You don't have to tell me twice. [Because now he's really peeved. And the next guy that decides he wants to take on the Saiyan promptly receives a back kick to the midsection, sending him through the closest two buildings.]

[fashionably_strong]

[Part of her is still reeling that they're assaulting police officers, but the officers did get physical right away and they didn't explain themselves or present their badges, so her father must be right. They have to be impostors. It makes it easier to hit the next one that comes near her to seize her. She sends him flying with an uppercut, and it's weird how natural it feels, considering she can't clearly remember ever throwing a punch before today.

Then she notices that they've called for backup and even more are arriving.]

...should we try to fly away, or should we keep fighting?

[misterbrief]

Flying away isn't going to do us any good. They're after me, and they aren't going to stop until they've got me detained. So it's not going to matter where we go. I know this might be a little bit of a shock but death is the only escape, and I don't plan on either of us volunteering our lives for this.

[Needless to say, he's ready to take on the backup. And to start it off, he's going to raise his hand- and put a hole through the first one that gets close. With an energy blast he'd learned to do earlier when he and Vash were fighting.]

[fashionably_strong]

[She's a bit shaken when she sees him actually kill the imposter police officer.]

...t-that's not in my plans either, but...

[Just the day before, Bulla's jaw would have dropped at seeing her father do this, but with those other memories that seem like they're another life and yet so real, plus powers she didn't know they had, she only looks mildly surprised. Now she's wondering if she can do that too, or if that's something only he can do.]

Aah!

[She's not given much time to think about it, though, because another cultist comes lunging at her. She punches him in the chest and sends him skidding down the street, giving some very nasty road rash on the way]

[misterbrief]

[His expression is unwavering when he kills the man. Like it was nothing. The backup is now coming at them full tilt, a group of four taking on Vegeta. Whoever these ones are, they're a lot tougher than the ones he'd faced earlier- and two of them manage to slam him down onto the ground, one pinning his arms as he saddles the Saiyan who's found himself on his back.

The other is preparing something else; a sharp wooden plank telekinetically being broken off of one of the buildings. It creaks and cracks under the pressure of the cultist's power. It's not off yet, but he's preparing to impale the Saiyan Prince.]

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla manages to get away from the cultists grabbing at her just as one of the four stronger ones manages to pull the sharp plank away from one of the buildings. There's no time to think. Only time to act.

She flies at full tilt toward her father, intending to pull him out of harm's way. She grabs at him to get him out of the path of attack, but in doing so, all she's really managed to do is get in the line of fire at the last split-second. She doesn't quite clear the sharp wooden plank, and it pierces right through that durable half-Saiyan body of hers, going even through the bone of her shoulder-blade.]

Da---!

[Bulla doesn't finish that sentence. Nor does she continue flying. Her flight has been abruptly grounded thanks to the wooden plank that's presently impaling her. She crashes, landing face first.]

Sorry, this is going to be long. Hope it's ok 1/?

[misterbrief]

[The cultist holding him down suddenly jumps off, allowing the object to fly at the target without putting itself in danger; and Vegeta's face is nothing but shock as he views what he now thinks to be the end of his life being hurled at him.]

[That is, until he sees his daughter fly into the path of the giant wooden construct, ripping her out of midair right in front of his eyes, landing near him. He hears the crack as her jaw slams into the concrete, making him push his upper body up to get a good, clear view of the severity of what had just transpired.

Bulla, with a large hefty sharpened wooden plank piercing the left hand side of her body, clear through with blood dripping everywhere around her. He can't see how far down it's gone from her shoulder, which is the only thing he can make out from here. But from this angle, it looks as if it might of not only gone through the shoulder, but through her heart as well. He can't tell. What he does know is that she's not moving.]

2/?

[misterbrief]

No... [All he can think about is that he just saw his little girl take a hit for him, someone he should have been able to protect but was on the ground like a helpless child, and she'd just saved him...

Is she dead? He doesn't have time to check to see if she was breathing, but even so everything seemed to have stopped. Time had reached a dead halt and all he could do was stare at the heap of a body lying there, impaled...]

3/?

[misterbrief]

[He can feel his entire body shaking with rage and despair at the sight of what he believes is his now deceased child. She's not moving. It can't be. It just can't be. How could this have happen, how did he let her suffer this fate, why, someone tell him why. How dare they, how dare they do this to her. Who do they think they are, those insufferable worthless pieces of trash, they'd not get away with this, not if he had any say, no, they'd perish at his hands and he'll not sleep until every single one of them suffered for what they'd done...]

4/?

[misterbrief]

[He picks himself up, standing with both hands clenched. An unnatural wind picks up with him as the center, electricity flashing and crackling around his body. His hair begins fading in and out from black to a shining gold, eyes now a bright emerald. The rage he felt consumed him, teeth gritting as he turns on their assailants, looking upon them with a particular death gaze that he'd given only once before, to a foe long gone for a son he didn't even remember.

All the fury and sorrow finally bursts to the surface, starting as an internal storm that erupts into his own scream, a scream he doesn't even hear himself. The ground gave way underneath, shattering the pavement into a crater around the prince, the very stones broken from the road floating up into the air by some unseen force. Familiar yellow flames lick around him, rushing to find an escape from the core of his body. His hair, now a fantastic glowing yellow that illuminated him, highlighted the folds of his enraged expression from the light emanating downward.]

5/5 doneeeeee

[misterbrief]

[He cared only now to destroy the ones that took his precious daughter away from him. And he's going to start doing just that. Starting with the first one in front of him.

There's no sign of his attack, only the sight of him disappearing into thin air and suddenly reappearing in front of the cultist as he runs his fist through the man's stomach and out the other side, eyes cold and intense as he let this abomination know that he would make each and every one of them pay.]