★ OCT. (CATCH ALL); open your eyes -- don't let them feed you with their lies.

[opheliac]

Who: jinx & YOU
When: all of october
Where: all throughout trench
What: things that will happen with her during this month. some will be open & some will be private. all jinx's top-levels, her phone texting, and her one-on-one will permanently go here for the month.
Warnings: jinx suffers from mental illness. such as the following - schizophrenia, hallucinations, PTSD, & separation anxiety. these may or may not happen in this log. BIO, PERMS, & OP-OUT: Here







►OBLIGATED TREEHOUSE VISITATION.◄

WEEK 1 (10/01 - 10/08)
█ JINX ➜ 10.08 ➜ EVENT.

WEEK 2 (10/09 - 10/15)
N/A

WEEK 3 (10/16 - 10/22)
N/A

WEEK 4 (10/23 - 10/29)
N/A

WEEK 5 (10/30 & 10/31)
N/A

code credit to: thisismanx

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[possessum]

( While literally... everything about his behaviour might suggest it, the demon has no harmful intention, here. Not yet. He's tense and taut and confused, but moving closer to the girl is driven by a curiosity — to understand, to make sense of this bizarre situation. Paimon is a master of illusion, Lucifer's most loyal king; he can make impossible things appear, and yet... this is throwing him for a loop. Is this a trick? An illusion? Is the young woman some sort of witch who has spun his memory into something unfamiliar? This is not his treehouse, but it must be—!

She's there, and then she isn't.

He feels the sweep of her energy, inhumanly fast. At first he thinks teleportation, but then he sees it, the glow of pink like a neon trail, from here to there. The demon startles, crouched low to the ceiling, all long teenage boy limbs and a tangle of wild hair, and suddenly — there is a weapon aimed at him and firing.

If Paimon weren't already familiar with guns and what they can do, he might have stayed right where he is, and Peter.... might have met his first Trench death. As it is, he's been exposed to human weapons in this place and the Dream before, and he knows what they will do. He moves, with a quick, skittering movement, scrambling across the ceiling too fast. Working his host's body past its human limits, and at times he almost seems to fly more than anything, an unnatural floating motion, fingers clawing and propelling himself through the air, upside down.

He launches onto the opposite wall and clings there, neck snapped backwards and black eyes flashing at her. Lips peel back to unleash a sharp, reedy hiss, furious and snake-like. And he sends a wave of abrasive, white-hot energy at the young woman (witch? Enchantress? Something powerful), a swell of force with the intention to send her backwards and hit the wall furthest from him. But he can't be sure he'll succeed; maybe her speed can propel her through such attacks. He isn't sure what he's up against. )

[faceblocks]

[there are sounds she writes off (fireworks) when they come from upstairs - and there have been many sounds in the last few weeks - this one turns her head and makes the hairs on her neck stand up. it's...

it's gunfire

...she doesn't know. it's hard to tell what's the worry in the blood and what's real intuition, but better safe than sorry and she's too anxious to leave it alone because fuck that. so she's out the window and making her way up the branches of the weirwood (fuck a walkway) until she reaches the edge, hauling herself up to peer into the window, which doesn't show her anything.

so of course, she's going to just let herself in through that window. if she takes a bullet for it? she heals fast and she's halfway versed in first aid. she fumbles with the window a moment, cursing, before managing to slide it up. if she broke it, she'll fix it. she calls out once as she slips in.]

Jinx?

[opheliac]

(just what the hell is this thing? could this be the beasts the city would constantly warn her about? do they even venture around this area? all of these questions she has very little time to think about. the main focus here is to kill it before it strikes at her. and she can't believe she missed all three shots, either. damn this blood effect crap. despite it however, she doesn't lose sight of it. jinx's been trained and fought against the firelights with their stupid hoverboards zipping along. so keeping her target is a piece a cake.

there are two things she didn't expect. one, her big sister climbing in. she hears the window slid open but not making an effort to see who it was. one target at a time. and two, this weird energy of this beast throwing her back. her eyes widen at the sudden harsh breeze as she is tossed backwards; her back and head hitting the wall in a loud thud. this immediately breaks out her omen out of her chest -- a spider monkey immediately large in size. he slaps his paws against the floor in pure rage, shrieking, and then sprinting in full force to the demon on the wall.

and jinx? she isn't out but she is in a big daze from the hit to the head from the wall.)

[possessum]

( The sweep of energy does what he'd hoped — manages to send her back and away to the opposite wall, and there's a loud sound that tells him she's struck it. But there's barely time to process anything, because more things happen, more disruptions in energy — a voice calling out, a second young woman. The demon's head snaps that way with a fresh hiss aimed at her, before there's a scream from the Omen that appears, heading his way in a rage.

The demon, surprised, loses his unnatural grasp against the side of the wall, and drops like a thick spider with a loud thud to the floorboards. He's scrambling against himself, long limbs attempting to uncurl and flee, but the Omen is big and fast and upon him. There's scream against scream as the monkey makes contact, and Paimon's thrown onto his own back, trying to kick at it with his feet, trying to keep any angry teeth or swiping hands from his vessel's face and throat.

(Because that's where he would aim first, and where he has aimed in the past — teeth or nails catching against a jugular and ripping outwards; it's an easy way to silence a thing in mere seconds.)

They're a mess of two pairs of long dark arms rolling on the floor, and the demon's wail rises in pitch, an inhuman sound forced through human vocal chords — too many voices rising, indecipherable languages and sounds that shouldn't exist on this plane. The very air around them all will fizzle and buzz like static electricity, an oppressive tightening thrum that may begin to hurt in its alien abrasiveness. Ear drums and blood and the fluid inside of eyes may feel too full, too tight, on the verge of bursting. )

[faceblocks]

Jinx!!

[vi barely has time to take in what's happening - scratch that, she can't begin to before jinx strikes the wall with force - before the shadows burst into a weird tangle of shapes - too many arms - something about the angle is all wrong and then---]

What the---

[she has seconds to act. jinx shooting isn't a sure sign that there's a real threat - but mr. bananas? he wouldn't attack unprovoked. she could be wrong, but in all her time in trench, she's never seen an omen affected by a curse tossed at a sleeper. that's all she needs for confirmation before she charges into the fray, getting between this person? thing? and her sister. it's hard to move, the air is thick and resistant to her intrusion, and her hairs stand on end as she reaches between them, her ears popping as she reaches for the omen and---]

Peter?!

[w h a t.]

peeks....in....several days late.

[opheliac]

(the demon is correct to assume he would go for the throat because that's exactly where mr. bananas is heading for. but the kick jabs him right at his stomach and he shrieks in agony. he doesn't want to let go of this demon but the pain he is enduring his forcing him to. so he rolls off of him; holding onto his tummy and in a wheeze.

jinx is trying to come to (hearing all the ruckus is snapping her out of it) but the hit on the head is putting her such in daze. she might black out again but is fighting it. she has to help her omen, he's in pain. and... her sister, too? at least, she isn't hallucinating that she's there, right? or not. there's too much happening.)

AND I AM SO LATE as I play tag catchup.... (cw: bone breaking)

[possessum]

( He hears the shriek of pain from the creature, feels it falling off of him, but the demon's energy is now focused on attacking, and he's snarling after the Omen again, pupils blown huge and black.

But there's an interruption, one that snatches his focus from the Omen and right onto the other girl, the one with darker hair. A name spoken aloud — Peter

The demon freezes. Eyes wide and locked on, for a moment seeming... stunned. Perhaps even caught by the name. But then that flurry of upset and anger swells again, as he catches sight of a flash of blue behind the red-haired girl. The one he'd thrown against the wall.... and his anger re-finds its original source. She'd attacked him, and he needs to get to her— but the other girl stands between them.

He can't think, can't reason, anymore. All he wants is to get to the (perceived) source of his rage and upset, and to tear through any obstacles in his way. Peter's blunt nails scramble against wooden floors as the demon quickly scuttles at Vi, but his energy reaches first. Like before, it's a sweeping flood of power, telekinetic prowess that sometimes manifests as flame — thankfully, this time it does not, but it becomes something else instead. Something brittle and sharp and unforgiving, and maybe it's what his eyes lock on first that gets the brunt of it, targeted that way. The first limb he sees, stares at: one of the girl's arms.

He doesn't hold back. The bone will snap in one single motion, with a sickeningly loud sound like a tree branch broken in two.

If this doesn't get her out of his way, he'll break other things next. )