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.

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[windandrain]

[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?!]

[misterbrief]

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.]

[windandrain]

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.

[misterbrief]

[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.]

[windandrain]

[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.]

[misterbrief]

[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?

[windandrain]

[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.

[misterbrief]

[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?

[windandrain]

[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.

[misterbrief]

[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.

[windandrain]

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.

[misterbrief]

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.]

[windandrain]

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?

[misterbrief]

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?

[windandrain]

[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?]

[misterbrief]

I don't know but if they did something to us, they're going to pay for it! [It's frustrating how he doesn't know, how he can't figure it out. And naturally, that just makes him angry.]

It's like we're their experiments that were let loose and now they've come to round us up! Why else would they of tried to arrest you for having a storm cloud above your head?!

[windandrain]

Oh, they most certainly will regret their transgressions.

[Her voice is hard, harder than normal, and it surprises her a little bit.]

I have no idea why else they would, but...it's clear that something has been done to us, to our minds. They've...probably altered our memories with drugs or something.

[misterbrief]

I guess I'm not going to be drinking the water around here anytime soon then. [He stands up. He can't just sit down now, he's way too pissed off.]

I don't know about you but I'm going to get to the bottom of this. [He lifts off the ground, only a few feet up; it's shaky at first until he manages to relax a little.]

You can stay here if you want, but I'm not going to stand around while this goes on any longer.

[windandrain]

[Saori blinks in surprise, but assumes she can't fly so...she stands up and walks towards her home.]

I'm going to go check on my wife and siblings. I'd do the same, were I you.

[misterbrief]

[She doesn't have to tell him twice. He simply nods, and takes off. He's got to find Bulla. Thankfully he knows Bulma will be home.]