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MISSION 1
Participants: Hanako, Amami, Clamor, Lucifer, Meng Yao, Shinobu, Gundham
Location: Courtyard
Date: 08/07
(ooc notes: I will state any possible content warnings in the subject line of the mod response when it comes up. If anything makes you uncomfortable, please tell me so I can back off and refocus the thread.
There will be no tag order, and a mod response will come after at least 6 player responses OR the next day, whichever is earlier. Please note this means that if you're absent for a day or more, the thread will move on, but I will pace things so that people aren't missing large plot beats.
For this mission, characters will icly split into two groups, and there may be an opportunity to remix groups later in the mission.)
Location: Courtyard
Date: 08/07
(ooc notes: I will state any possible content warnings in the subject line of the mod response when it comes up. If anything makes you uncomfortable, please tell me so I can back off and refocus the thread.
There will be no tag order
For this mission, characters will icly split into two groups, and there may be an opportunity to remix groups later in the mission.)
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cw death death death
A blue butterfly and then another float by them, drawn down the same path towards that building as if guiding them, before they drop out of the sky onto the ground. The three probably smell the reason much sooner before they see: a student in all black lies on the ground with a hole punched out through her chest, blood soaked grass poking out at the center of skin and fat that's the only thing keeping her upper and lower halves together, no spine or ribs to give her body shape. The blood is fresh, her eyes still bright as they stare up into the sky.
Not too far from her lies another student, the muscle over his stomach and thighs stripped clean off the bone that lays bare from sternum to ankle, parts of the femur crunched through and sucked dry of marrow.
Near him is another student, bright red lips parted in surprise beneath a pointed nose and a cavity that once held a brain and eyes.
Another with missing arms and shoulders, left with a leg and a half.
Another with mangled flesh, lower body chewed up and spat out and left to rot.
A pile of shredded clothes that once covered a person, nothing else of them which exists.
Another and another and another pile up in the outskirts of this building the closer they get to it, hidden in the shadows of the canopy. ]
cw more gross death mentions, also ch 16 obey me spoilers?!
The only reason this school has ever phased Lucifer before is because he personally can't escape from it, and maybe because some of his favoured people have disappeared or died otherwise. Which is to say... his only reactions to the dead are to close his eyes and shake his head, nose crinkling against the scent.
He's no angel. That phase was over two thousand years ago. The dead are just dead. Humans die. Humans will always die, whether by natural causes or their own hands or something ostensibly worse, it's a reality he's known. But still, even he can grasp the horror of the situation, even he can't help but feel disgusted by the piles of half-mangled corpses.
There's nothing to be done about it, though, and he presses on. Forgive him if his pace is a little more brisk than before.]
cw emeto mentions, still thinking about corpses, so much fun happening in the murder woods rn
but adrenaline says he needs to stay attentive, needs to be ready to react if something else goes wrong, so... all he can do is clamp a hand over his nose and mouth, try not to show how badly he's taking all of this in addition to the persistent pounding in his skull. just focus on the sounds, the whistling and the wind, footsteps, anything but the rest of what his senses are telling him...
don't let this be them. don't let whatever's in these woods get the jump on them.]
cw mentions of death just in case(?)
All they have to do is make it out alive, she tells herself. ‘All,’ like it’s just a matter of making the right turn or finding the right door. Like they’re not just as likely to end up a tally and join the other corpses on the ground. ]
How much further do we have to go?
[ For all the urgency in her voice, she’s not trying to come off as impatient. She’s more worried about how vulnerable they are out here, rather than under the cover of a roof and four walls. ]
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The door and walls bear deep scratches, dirt kicked up around the outside perimeter, a familiar dark shadow spread over the garden like fog. If anybody from the other group is reading this, those inside the building can see Shinobu, Lucifer, and Clamor come out of the woods, but the doors and windows of the building remain locked. Which is maybe just as well, because there's a deadly man-eating shadow in between the two groups. ]
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this whole situation continues to be alarming but hey, this is progress]
... I don't think we should go near those shadows. [it's hard to know for sure if it's the same thing that chomped that boy in half and killed all those other students, but. he can make a wild guess, and he doesn't like the feeling this place is giving him.
cautiously, he flips his spellbook open]
I can try to illuminate it... unless one of you has a better idea. [chances are this shadow isn't going to go away that easily, but hey, maybe it'll help...?]
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[But he's also not going to put Clamor down for a fucking minute, because in that time Clamor might die, so. You know.]
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[ And that mass of inky black… something-or-other doesn’t look like it’ll respond well to stabbing, so the floor’s all Clamor’s. ]
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... Would it be easier if you let me down? I can stand just fine.
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.......maybe....... maybe it would be..................
Reluctantly, Lucifer gently sets Clamor down, but he's still hovering nearby. I'm sorry he's just like this, he's literally the most obnoxiously-overprotective person.]
If you need help standing... [Lucifer please.] ...Do your thing.
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but anyway, right. Time to try... something. Clamor turns his attention to the clearing before them, taking in a steadying breath before looking down at his spellbook. Just don't think about what might happen if this doesn't work, or if it only enrages whatever that shadow is hiding...
yeah. no pressure at all. it'll be fine.]
I'm going to make a light up ahead. Try not to look at it directly. [because it's going to be blinding, we're going for the magical flashbang route (sorry to Amami's eyes, he'll attempt to warn him in advance by waving his spellbook and gesturing with a hand over his eyes, if he doesn't catch on then uhhhh Clamor will apologize later sorry)
With one hand tightly holding the spellbook open, he points his other hand forward. There's a glow among the pages of his book as a circle draws itself in the air over his palm, then a fast streak of white light shoots out, collecting into a tiny ball above the centre of the garden. It shrinks in on itself, then bursts outward into a brilliant little star, showering smaller star-like lights as it slowly starts to burn away.
if he was better at celestial magic he could probably make that hurt, too... but he's not, so it's just pretty fireworks.]
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Shinobu gets her wish of fighting something tangible. Darkness rises before them, spreading out as if to wash over them like a wave and swallow them whole. ]
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If this is anything like the last guy they fought, it's sound-aggro, and Lucifer
turns his tank stance onwould prefer to be the one dealing with the biting jaws of death than have Shinobu or Clamor do it. Shinobu is speedy enough to take this thing out if its back is turned, so...Even though Amami was waving from the window at them like, "shut the fuck up guys"...
Lucifer is not a man who knows how to shut up. First thing's first, though, this thing is not allowed to move.]
"Hear my voice and heed my command..."
[It's just that same spell over again because I don't feel like writing out a variation of a binding hex, my brain's sleepy.]
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A distinct feeling of wrongness. ]
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Shinobu’s eyes sting with unspent tears, but she blinks through the burn. They dart to and fro, desperately searching for a way out. Is there anything she can see in the dark that she might think to attack? ]
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But there is nobody else with them, no single hostile presence any of them can sense. The darkness that envelops them is like night, like cold fog, doing no direct hard other than giving off a sense of foreboding.
The world shifts beneath their feet, sweeping them along towards where they may recall that building being. Their stomachs feel hollow, and their hunger grows with the sound of scratching claws on wood that fill their heads. ]
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the darkness hits them first, plunging them into lightless fog. an uncomfortable aura, sensations and thoughts and urges not their own, pressure that builds and claws against his mind, drawing them forward into further uncertainty
... but he's dealt with illusions before. these aren't his thoughts, he's scolded Noah enough times about not losing sight of what's real to let that be the end of him. he can still fight the currents, he's not ready to just give up and let it take them.
Clamor sucks in a breath through his teeth, drawing out as much mana as he can muster before pouring it into his spell. There's a faint glow from his book, and if successful, a shimmering bubble of protective light will expand outwards from it to envelope their group.]
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What they do see now are shapes within the darkness, short, tall, thin, wide, all distinctly human, wandering the space as if lost and adrift. Some travel alone, some huddling in groups over half a dozen, some noticing the light and approaching and placing inky hands upon the barrier that shines no light upon their features. Most don't care, heads bowed, already surrendered to their fate. ]
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