(closed) the captain called all hands and swore

[necrolord]

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. ]

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[frogfear]

[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]

[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.

cw: blood

[frogfear]

[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.]