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โ OCT. (CATCH ALL); open your eyes -- don't let them feed you with their lies.
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
โบOBLIGATED TREEHOUSE VISITATION.โ
code credit to:thisismanx
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
WEEK 1 (10/01 - 10/08)
โ JINX โ 10.08 โ 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
โค JINX'S TREEHOUSE.
Ding Dong!
(comment here to visit jinx @ her home.)
(cw: demonic possession)
The thing that moves is quiet, tall and thin. It looks like a young man on the surface, with its tangle of dark curls and wide stare. A sleepwalker, maybe, in nighttime clothing: flannel pyjama bottoms and a simple white teeshirt. Feet bare. Perhaps he just slipped out of bed, stole away in the night.
But this is no sleepwalker, and something that only wears the visage of a young man.
The demon king Paimon is often drawn out in the night, when things are quiet. He moves through the city, out towards the dark wood. Sometimes he collects things: shiny items, stones, things that fall from trees. Sometimes he finds places to sit and watch the stillness of the night, dark eyes unblinking. Sometimes he just wanders, tipping into a strange lost place, like a child unsure where it is.
Tonight, he sees something up ahead and it calls to him. There's a soft glow through small windows, high up and tucked amongst the darkness around it. Something within the demon exhales softly, eyes widening further, and he moves closer with a strange obedience. There was a place once, a place that he (or maybe a past life) loved. Safe and secure and his alone. His treehouse.
It's here, he thinks, it's appeared here too, and he finds his way to it, up and in with an inhuman capability. He crawls, long-limbed and too agile, and he's slipping through an opening, he's silently uncurling himself to stand. For a moment, but then.... there's some strange awareness that comes seeping in. Something is off, wrong. The inside looks different, feels and smells different. It isn't his, but it should be his. He doesn't understand.
He's afraid in his confusion, and then he's upset by it. The demon's eyes flash and up he goes, silently crawling against a wall, up to the ceiling where he tucks himself into a corner and stares down, elbows and knees bent like a spider's as he attaches himself there. He doesn't breathe, just stares down with eyes swollen black and wide, pupils practically bursting. Is someone here already? Or will they return? He waits โ tense. )
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jinx exits her bathroom after face washing and teeth all brushed -- yawning with a hand rubbing over her eye. under different circumstances, jinx would had notice something about her home is amiss. after all living in a city like zaun, you had to always be attentive to your surroundings in every given second. in her sleepwear and her long blue locks trailing behind, she bumbles lightly in her footing.
all she needs to do is make it to the couch and then she'll just be done with all the other stupid tasks of the day. the plan is to just eat a little, check any messages, and then off to bed. and thank goodness her omen made those crabmeat sandwiches for the two of them (she made double sure he washed those monkey hands of his).
(she plops onto the couch with an exasperating sigh with an arm over her eyes. when will this crap end? she asks herself. being exhausted was becoming exhausting. but with little strength she has left in her, jinx forces herself to sit up and reach for the sandwich. just a few bites, messages, then bed. she can do this. it's a small list.)
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He doesn't know her. He doesn't know this. The interior is wrong, the sights and smells are wrong, she is wrong. Paimon bristles, barely shifting as he stares down at her, watches every motion. For awhile, he just observes like that, frozen in stun: watching her eat, check her Omni Device.
Very slowly, he crawls a bit closer. Not pressed into the corner of the ceiling, but beginning to move across it. He's a dark shadow that blends into the shadows themselves, difficult to see.
But his vessel's body is still that of a human's, not some slippery otherworldly thing the way he might be underneath. It moves awkwardly, at times. His arm shifts, and weight pushes upwards, and the wood of the ceiling gives a soft sound, a creak of movement.
The demon, almost directly above where the young woman sits, freezes againโ staring right down at her. )
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'something is here. something is here. did you hear it? above. it's up above.'
there's a trance-like look upon her face as she listens to their warnings (even though, they are overlapping), but a sharp little head twitch to snap her back to her reality. so someone or something has a death wish. that's perfectly fine. she hadn't killed anything since she got to trench, and honestly it's way overdue. and although she doesn't move her head to rise any suspicions, jinx still tries to gaze up to the ceiling despite not really able to see anything clear.
one.
in her mind, she begins to count as she gradually curls and uncurls her fingers.
two.
jinx sits more upright in her attempt to pull out any cracks she may have lingers on her shoulders and back.
three!)
(and just like that, she activates her shimmer ability. her eyes violently glow pink as she zips off to the dresser nearby where her pistol rests. and when she moves, her body is like a blur to the naked eye, but a trail of her pinks from the glow to indicate where she moved off to. so with the pistol in hand now, she aims it up at the ceiling where the intruder is lingering. one shot, two shots, three. the bullets are souring through with rapid speed and the demon better be quick if it wants to avoid any body damage. so that's the question for the night: is it fast enough?)
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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 โ 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. )
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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?
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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.)
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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 โ 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 โ 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. )
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[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.
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)
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 โ 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 herโ 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 โ 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. )