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ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴜɴᴅʏɪɴɢ ([personal profile] necrolord) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-06-29 12:31 pm

(closed) the captain called all hands and swore

Who: John and friends. This is the CLOSED log.
What: A boat trip.
When: 7/05
Where: Out on the sea.

Warnings: blood, violence, murder of helpless victims, drowning, grief, body horror, eldritch bug monsters.

[ It's time for BOATGATE, a player plot full of murder, corruption, and vengeance. This log is closed to John's close CR. Here is a timeline.

PART 1 - BOAT FIGHT
1.1 - The Preparations - John invites his friends out sailing.
1.2 - The Trip - They have a briefly pleasant time.
1.3 - The Raid - John asks his kids to capture some NPC pirates.
1.4 - The Sacrifice - John asks his kids to execute the pirates. This goes wrong quickly.
1.5 - The Sinking - Mariana rebels and the ship goes down. Waves, Beasts, chaos.

PART 2 - BEACH FIGHT
2.1 - Washing Up - Characters make it to shore, react to the chaos, and decide to fight or flee.
2.2 - Fight Fight Fight - Several new combatants enter the scene.
2.3 - The Immediate Aftermath - Survivors limp home.

Participants, feel free to mingle and tag around below. Everyone else, please see the OPEN log for PART 3 - CONSEQUENCES. ]
frogfear: (103)

[personal profile] frogfear 2022-07-04 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[The fury of the battle, and swarming beasts, including their Captain's Omen making an appearance for the first time is sufficient enough distraction that Willow barely registered the rifle shot when it goes off.

It's the movement of someone dropping to the ground that catches her attention, and she turns, assuming it's one of their number who might need assistance. Instead, she sees Chara with the knife raised, ready to strike.]


OSCAR!

[She thrusts a hand towards the beast she's been fighting, an oversized crab that skitters back and forth, clacking its claws menacingly as it prepares to strike, and a blast of energy catches it right in the face as she abandons the fight to try to defend the boy on the ground.

She is just barely a fraction of a moment too late.

The fireball forms in her hand as Chara drives the knife into Oscar's chest, and she screams with rage as she releases it.

She might be too late to save Oscar, but she's not too late to end the little monster that killed him.]
the_obedient_servant: (* The parting line in a final song.)

[personal profile] the_obedient_servant 2022-07-05 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[They look at the fireball, the scream more than telegraphing Willow's intentions. Ah. Well, that'd make sense. People do tend to get angry when you kill their friends. They didn't imagine they'd stay on the same side as this witch for long. She's hardly Beatrice, and she reacted to the sacrifice with uncertainty and buried moral objection.

Oh well. One more to add to the body pile. The fireball approaches them but it's slow enough to dodge. Chara's been here before, standing in the halls of their mother and their father, and they guided Frisk's soul and body away from the flames.

But when they leap out of the way of the fireball, it only follows them. Great. They dive back to Oscar's hiding place and allow the fireball to slam into the tree with a flaming explosion of heat. It catches them, but the effect is lessened, even as their cloak catches fire.

95/110 HP.

They recall their knife to them - it is, after all, a part of their soul and cut through the space between the two of them in an instant until they are right before her with their knife primed for the attack.]


Well, Rosenberg. If you're so eager to follow him, I won't deny you.
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[personal profile] frogfear 2022-07-05 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[The fireball was a mistake, it's not fast enough, and it's clear even as it zooms after Chara as they dodge behind the tree Oscar had chosen for cover. Frustrating that it's just the wood it slammed into and ignited instead of the child hidden behind it, but at least it buys Willow valuable seconds to gather her power for another attack.

They appear out of nowhere directly in front of her, and it's not at all what she expected, but she's lucky Chara chooses to try to taunt her first instead of just attacking. She can feel her blood boil with rage, as a ball of energy glows white in her hand and she throws it straight at her attacker.]


Oh, I don't think so! When I'm done with you, you're going to wish you never crawled out of the ocean!
the_obedient_servant: (* I like to wear disguises.)

[personal profile] the_obedient_servant 2022-07-06 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
[They're far closer now, so dodging is less a matter of timing and thought and more a matter of instinct. However, Chara isn't a being of instinct and feelings in that way. They're a creature of numbers and statistics.

Every time a number increases. That feeling. That's me.

0.32% of dodging from point blank range. So don't dodge.

They raise their dagger, feel the hatred surge in their blood and they rip the ball of light in half in a horrific flash of red. She's stronger now. She wasn't this strong on the ship.

They leap back, having fun despite themselves. Their hubris is, as always, their undoing.]


Hmmm. Bold claim.

How about I help you reunite with your friend first? [One more attack should do, and then they'll finish this pathetic excuse of a witch.]
frogfear: (104)

[personal profile] frogfear 2022-07-06 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
[The knife cuts through the energy ball, dispersing it effortlessly and it only feeds Willow's frustration. That knife is a problem. Or at least the wielder is.]

Kind of pesky, aren't you?

[It's fine (it is not fine, it is very annoying!), she still has a couple tricks up her sleeve. The key is preventing Chara from using the knife, or hopefully, eventually, destroying it entirely.

Willow lifts a hand and an unseen force tightens around the child to keep them from moving and lifts them off the ground. Her other hand rises towards the clouds as the storm rages, and she pulls the lightning down from the sky to strike.]


Let's see if you can dodge now, you little shit!
the_obedient_servant: (* To the darkness inside my head.)

[personal profile] the_obedient_servant 2022-07-08 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[They smirk.]

An understatement. Not very impressive for a witch, are you?

[But then the air around them becomes their prison, binding them. It's not an unfamiliar feeling to them. Undyne pulled this trick on them often. They know their soul has turned green, but this time they have no spear to block the incoming attack.

So, instead, they sneer, about to talk more. Almost certainly it would have been some jeering remark.

But it doesn't prepare them for the lightning lancing through their system. The overwhelming force and static lancing through their body doesn't cause them to scream, but it does make them shudder. It isn't painful. Dying covered in filth with flowers that acted as razors inside your throat in front of the weeping faces of the only people in your entire life who had ever loved you is painful. Fading away as you realize it was all for nothing is painful.

Becoming everything you ever hated in the first place is painful.

But all the same. Their face melts into a grotesque caricature of humanity, black liquid leaking from their eyes and mouth and nose, as if this pitch black tar has replaced anything in their body that once was natural. That once was living.

* But it refused.
* 1/110 HP.
* [CHECK]
* High offense and versatility. But low defence.
* You know what to do.


They tighten their grip on the knife, and create a tear through sheer power of will. A shortcut by force, with all the ugly brutality of tearing the ribcage of a dead world and ripping out it's unbeating heart. Because, in some ways, that's all that they're doing.

When they're right in front of her, there's little that this stupid girl can do to stop them from plunging the knife right into her chest.]


M̴̰̌y̶̢̐ ̶̱̎t̶͎͛ǔ̶͚r̸̫͊ṇ̵͒ ̴͗ͅn̷̖̓ó̸̬w̶̼̅.
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cw: blood

[personal profile] frogfear 2022-07-09 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Willow grins as the lightning strikes - it's about damn time she find something this kid couldn't escape so easily. It doesn't get any screams, which certainly would have been satisfying, but at least it shuts them up.

It's already been clear that Chara isn't an ordinary child, but her face warping, and melting into black tar sure isn't what she expected. It's absolutely horrifying and a little intriguing at the same time - What is this? Some kind of possession or something? Does it matter? She's got them right where she wants them, and she's pretty sure she can just shock them to death.

Until suddenly, alarmingly, Chara is right in front of her again with that horrible knife raised again. She reaches for a spell to throw a barrier up between them. It's a last ditch effort that she knows will buy her only a moment, but it doesn't matter. The child - no, the monster - with the knife is faster.

There's a sharp pained cry that cuts off as the knife slips between her ribs to puncture a lung and rob her of her breath.

Willow sinks to her knees in the sand as the blood flows freely from the wound, and she turns her focus inward, to slow her heartrate, slow her breathing. To survival. It was a mistake, underestimating them. Perhaps a fatal one, but she hadn't seen the kid fight before. Only murder.

Oscar is dead. Oscar is dead after she said she would have his back. She might not be able to kill Chara, but she may still be able to hurt her.]


Tougher than I thought... Still... still got a couple tricks up my sleeve, though.

[With no moon in sight, the blood that spills between her fingers is red instead of pale, but the instinct is still the same. She lifts her gaze to meet Chara's eyes - or where their eyes were before the lightning attack, and she shifts her focus to their emotions. The manipulation is subtle - it doesn't even require an incantation to inflict an unexplainable, intense feeling of terror on them.]