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Kageyama Shigeo ([personal profile] centile) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2023-03-15 12:10 am

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Who: mob, yoichi, daniel larusso, robby keene, sunny, jun, deku, peter + others
What: mob loses control of his powers, destroys part of crenshaw, hurts several people and makes future karate practice pretty awkward. a semi-open log/plot
When: 15th of march
Where: crenshaw near miyagi-do, potentially fallout threads elsewhere

Content Warnings: potentially large scale destruction (of some buildings,) injuries and violence, kid characters injured and in danger, beast violence, potentially heavy spoilers for mob psycho 100
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[personal profile] strongroots 2023-03-15 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Things are looking promising, is Robby's mood that day. Life still has problems, his own included, but after working with Mob last night and the boy's mood today, Mob isn't the only hopeful one. Any feelings are responded in turn, gratitude with pride. He's smiling a lot during class, glances taken at the younger guy.

He's not worried. Mob's good at taking his omen out, and he's got incense (well, who lights that up during the day near the dojo, right...), and his and his brother's problems will work themselves out in time. He's not worried about the boy disappearing either (typical), and he's talking to Mister LaRusso at the time, talking about how practising with bloodmagic right now isn't a good idea for him; disappointed, but resigned to how Trench life is. ]


I keep trying to get a handle of what I'm doing, but it changes, [ he's in the midst of explaining; troubles Mister LaRusso already somewhat knows about, they live together, but attempts at steadying what's going on has been failing.

He's cradling his wrist with the blood band around it, smile light, when--Robby blinks. His expression lingers in its positive-to-neutral state, though his focus seems distance as inwardly, he 'listens' to the bond. Confusion can be anything, it's probably not worth his attention, until that alarm kicks in.

His own confusion takes the form of Mob's name down their bond, even if an actual answer can't be anything but emotions. Mob will let him know though if it's anything bad, and now Robby's looking to the side, distracted entirely.

And then his eyes widen as that burst of fear comes through. ]


--Mob? [ Fear, panic colours his tone. He looks at Mister LaRusso once, but he doesn't really see him before he darts--out through the side garden door, feet exposed to the concrete the front of the house offers. His omen's already come out from where it watches the front, and it runs ahead where Robby follows. Mob was going to see his brother, they know which way he'd go.

And he feels his omen's signal, hears the howl meant to bring alarm to him and Mister LaRusso's omen--and he sees his omen standing there, growing larger and shrouded with shadows with the desire to protect, next to a body on the ground.

Mob's body.

The colour of blood-orange. ]


No no nono-- [ The sight stopped him dead, but Robby sprints faster than he had before, planning to reach Mob, come down by his side. He's been learning from Miss Uchiha, he needs to be careful, he needs to see where he's hurt.

So is the plan, the one that carries his feet. ]
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[personal profile] bankvault 2023-03-15 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Things had been going very well up until suddenly they weren't, and now a Beast creeps with alarming quiet through Crenshaw. Its focus is absolute, following the only thought it still had that was anything like coherency - Find Mob. It had been more extensive earlier on the thrill of temporary success, he'd have to find mob and tell him it works!

That any thought remains at all is astonishing. Keeps it from rampaging freely, keeps it driven by its singular goal. It's long and vaguely serpentine, winding its way carefully through territory neither it nor Yoichi knew, its body made up of some sort of strange thick silvery fog or mist and held together by wrappings of bandage, chain and sturdy metal plates. The plants the foggy wisps touch as it passes wither and die, corroding away into blackened stumps.

It should be immediately obvious. There are guards and hunts for this exact problem, beasts loose in inhabited areas. But it's hard to look right at it and as soon as eyes move away it's hard to pay attention to it again, and so it creeps on. Find Mob.

And then that one singular goal is met. There's Mob, thinking in the street, and the beast stretches up like a cobra in a low scrape of chain and metal dragging on stone, satisfied. Mob has Been Found.. and as soon as that thought occurs to it, all remaining dregs of rational thought fade away to hunger and instinct.

As soon as the young psychic so much as twitches, the beast strikes with gaping jaws of mist and metal, serrated sawblade false teeth a brief flash of gleaming silver.]
Edited (this is why you practice partial beast transformations with people around to help out.) 2023-03-15 13:03 (UTC)
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2023-03-15 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Something is up.

Even aside from the way Robby suddenly calls out Mob's name out of the blue like that, Daniel knows the other wouldn't just storm away in the middle of a conversation with him like that. Not without a good reason. The fact that Robby doesn't even try to give an excuse for running away makes it even more obvious, especially since that name seemed to slip from his lips more instinctively than as anything that was really being said to Daniel.

The man shoves aside questions about why Robby would know something might be wrong with Mob. They feel irrelevant now, especially with the alarm he briefly saw flash over the other's face. His gaze lingers on Robby's quickly retreating back for a moment, but then Daniel shifts gears, focusing more, glancing out over the dojo's courtyard and the students still lingering there after practice has been winding down for the day. ]


Everyone, careful! [ Daniel calls out to anyone who's left to hear it, the man's expression suddenly growing deadly serious, even as worry still rests in his gaze. He's already moving over towards the gate, but stops just to hold out a hand, palm outward, and add: ] Don't go out unless it's safe!

[ Because Daniel has no idea what the hell is going on, but surely it can't be good. And he'd rather always be overly cautious than risk any of his students getting hurt.

(Though, you know, anyone is free to ignore that advice when Daniel himself seems to be doing the same only a moment later, dashing out of the gate to follow where Robby had gone. Because he can't leave Robby alone out there if there's something dangerous, and if something bad is truly going on with Mob--)

Any questions Daniel may have are quickly answered by the sight he finds though. Mob's body on the ground, looking nearly lifeless, all the blood everywhere, Robby running up to it. He spots Robby's Omen, and even Daniel's own Omen already standing next to the scene, having dashed ahead while Daniel was warning everyone else - and now in its full shisa form, no longer just a puppy, expression deadly serious. ]


Robby! [ He calls out, just a little bit behind on account of his momentary delay of the warning. ] Shigeo!

[ Can the latter even hear him? Is he even still alive, considering that pool of blood? ]
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[personal profile] strongroots 2023-03-15 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's the tinnitus to Robby's brain that stumbles the boy to a stop, nails against a chalkboard choking him on his own breath. He doesn't register the breaking ground, though its shaking rocks at his body; he doesn't see when his omen gets whipped apart by the crackling energy, where it goes, doesn't know what's happened to it.

He's grabbing his head instead, the rush of feeling and something more pushing against him, dizzying his vision, a pulsing sensation going through him before his body finds some kind of adjustment to what's going on. An uncomfortable adjustment: the emotions continue to press into him like an unnatural force, he can't quite hear the world around him well, but--

he does see. The white dots leaving his vision, the back that's turned to him, the arm that extends. His heart feels a contradiction, both frozen and yet pumping the dread that chills his body.

'If I turn into a beast, can you stay away from me?'

They're not prepared, he's not prepared--a realisation that dawns on Robby with what he sees now. Their bond buzzing through him, the reason he got it at all. So he could be there, so he could save Mob from himself-- ]


M-Mob. [ Robby activates the tattoo on his shoulder, unseen energy gloving him entirely. The world is impossibly loud, as loud as the noise inside of him. There's a fear that clasps on him tightly (What if Mob gets hurt-- what if he gets killed--? He needs help, he needs help--), that tightens his throat, but Robby starts to move towards Mob, trying to reach him by voice and emotion.

Reaching out through the pressure pushing back on him--pleading, desperate, worried. ]


Mob!
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2023-03-15 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Somehow the situation is turning from bad to worse - when it was already starting out awful to begin with. The sheer amount of concern in Daniel's chest for Mob is unchanged, though its nature shifts, from worrying about the boy potentially being dead to-- to whatever this is. It could be something to do with this place, maybe corruption, or it has something to do with Mob's own powers, though Daniel only now realises he knows so very little about their nature.

Either way.. it's dangerous. The way the infrastructure right around Mob shifts and cracks and crumbles, like it can't even stand the sheer pressure of his presence. The way Daniel only now spots the beast, having been too distracted by his student's crumbled form, and how the beast is crushed like it's nothing.

This has to be fixed somehow. Daniel can't imagine this is something Mob is consciously doing. The image of his student - quiet and a little awkward with his lack of emotion, but always earnest and kind in nature - just doesn't fit with any of this. Mob wouldn't just ignore Robby's distress.

But Daniel doesn't know how to fix it. Not yet. All he knows is that things can't continue like this, especially as he spots Robby attempting to move closer to the boy - or whatever the boy currently is in this moment.

So he forces his own body to move closer as well, more quickly than Robby's own body is moving. It's not an easy feat, but it's not like this is Daniel's first time voluntarily throwing himself into a storm - though one of an entirely different kind - to save someone else. And if he was a seventeen year old doing that for a stranger.. then why wouldn't he be a much older man doing the same thing for a boy he views like a son? For a student who clearly needs help, even if he doesn't know how or what to do about this?

Daniel at least pushes himself through it enough to reach Robby's side, a hand falling onto the teenager's shoulder from behind, putting some force into it to try and stop the other from moving any further. ]


I don't think-- Robby, he's not himself!
Edited 2023-03-15 21:22 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bankvault 2023-03-15 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[It would be a mistake to think the misty creature's pause is in reaction to Mob's voice, but the timing does somewhat imply it. In reality it's simply reorienting, whatever method it uses to see, lacking eyes, requires a moment to regain a bead on its target, and Mob is no longer quite where he'd been before.

The only sound it makes is the rattling and scrape of metal and chain as it flips its tail around to try form a foggy circle around and behind Mob to hopefully prevent another dodge. If the boy is going to stay still and not retaliate, that's simply an opportunity. The tail lashes briefly in a clang of plate against stone, and at the same moment the beast strikes again, from the opposite side in an effort to seize Mob directly; and if those steel and fog teeth can catch hold, shake the psychic like a terrier with a rat.

Plants wilted at its touch. What it might do to flesh surely won't be pleasant either.]
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[personal profile] strongroots 2023-03-16 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ The pull from behind startles Robby into stopping, confused. He probably should've known the man was there, but instead he looks back dumbfounded, thoughts quickly returning to Mob. The environment doesn't wait for them, the chaotic stirring of winds dragging up debris and grit; Robby feels the specks of some poke at his face, pain dodged even on some miniscule level, with the interference inside his own person a different matter. ]

Mister LaRusso, [ he starts, like a plea from his throat. But he doesn't get to speak between the thickening pressure, that faint presence of familiarity inside his being. That might not be entirely Mob in there, maybe, but isn't he there? He feels him, he knows he does--and Robby knows he can't leave him, though even getting close to him is impossible. Robby can't fight against a brewing storm, with hs legs buckling, body bumping into Mister LaRusso's.

It threatens to knock him down entirely, but he stops himself. Not just by the way his feet move out to balance him, but by the shift of his energy--his chakra. Incomparable to the energy whirling around them already, but it's enough for Robby to ground himself, just to keep standing; his vision blurring worse than the previous night, but he doesn't care about that. He feels Mob there, somewhere, and he's trying so desperately to search for him, pleading, come back, come back.

Words also spoken out loud. But who knows if even Mister LaRusso can hear them in the growing storm? ]
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[personal profile] fugu 2023-03-16 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He Xuan has felt this sort of power before: those few times when a mortal ascended to a god, or a god faced a calamity to ascend through the heavens — and once when he cracked the mountain crucible with the force of his emergence after consuming the thousands of ghosts that had been trapped within with him. To him, it's what the ocean outside Trench feels like all the time, a massive chaotic pressure of power, Mariana in her truest form.

He's been lighting incense daily since he arrived; it's in her name that he travels towards and not away from the pressure that is cracking the buildings of Crenshaw, all the new vegetation rustling in one calamitous sussurus. He Xuan doesn't find it difficult to track that violence to his source β€” and then he pauses.

Just a boy. He thinks he might even recognise the kid, though there are a surprising amount of Japanese youths running around the Trench streets. His own energy feels pulverised by the psychic waves emanating off him now, like Mob really could exorcise him after all.

In response, he bites his own hand open, blood smearing across his mouth, and clenches his fist around that offering to his own new power. His sense of self solidifies again, and the black hole of his empathy field flexes wider. Resentful energy and blood corruption intermingle a little in his veins and throughout his meridians, his already dark eyes gone black, his hair and robes lifting as though he's beneath the sea again.

Determined, He Xuan takes a step forward, towards the epicentre.
]
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2023-03-16 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ No matter how many times dangerous situations like these seem to come out of nowhere in this place, it feels like a nightmare every single time. The storm around them feels like it's growing overwhelming, and yet Daniel's concern doesn't go out to himself as much as it goes out to both of the boys here. Robby right here next to him, who shouldn't be here, and Mob, who's.. something seems to have come over him that Daniel isn't sure how to fix, even though Robby seems to wish that frantically hoping for it is good enough, if the mumbling he can only faintly pick up between everything else is anything to go by. (Not to mention the other kids-- Daniel hopes they listened, that they stayed back, except god, is the dojo even safe right now when there's so much chaos so close to it?)

It's hard to think of what he can do in the middle of this chaos. Steadying himself seems to be a good first step, especially when he sees Robby basically doing the same thing. Daniel inhales, focuses until ice crackles at his feet, freezing the soles of his shoes to the ground temporarily. His blood magic hasn't been coming easily this month, but it seems like it pulls through for the moment, the crescent moon necklace he's wearing underneath his top feeling heavy against his skin. ]


Shigeo! [ He calls out, trying to raise his voice loud enough to be audible over all this chaos, even if it basically means he's shouting now. Mob still definitely isn't himself, but if Robby has an idea that the other could return to himself, then-- maybe he'd know better, especially since he seems to have spoken to Mob a lot more about the other's power.

Daniel doesn't approach though. It'd be difficult enough in the middle of all of this, if not outright impossible, and he can't leave Robby's side when things are this dangerous. It's why he's still touching the boy, and when some glass from a shattered window flies in their direction, Daniel raises an arm to protect them, ice forming in front of it like a shield, glass clashing off it.

A whisp of smoke passes by, turning back into Daniel's Omen's larger form - apparently having been blasted into its smoke form earlier - and managing to sit next to the man despite the storm, entirely on guard. ]


You have to stop this! You can do it!

[ That last statement isn't something Daniel knows for sure, not when he has no idea what the hell exactly is going on here.

But he has to believe in it. He has to believe in his student, right? ]
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[personal profile] possessum 2023-03-17 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
character: Peter Graham
involvement: Peter (who is a student at Miyagi-do) will be present when Mob initially Loses It, and will witness Daniel LaRusso / possibly others getting hurt. He is Severely Possessed by a traumatised demon that is very sensitive to shifts in energy, so naturally Paimon will be having a bit of a Demon Freakout in response to all the chaos and will probably get hissy at Mob / anyone else in the nearby vicinity. He can be a pretty powerful force to be reckoned with if left unchecked when he's in Horror Demon Mode, but there are plenty of ic ways we could cut that off at any point! I definitely don't want it to get in the way, and is mostly just an added Chaotic Factor. The one good thing is that Paimon also has telekinetic abilities, so will be able to keep himself/Peter from getting injured by flying debris. (The thing here that will stick with Peter is that if he were more in control of his own situation, he could maybe have utilised this demon to help protect other people too. Things he will be thinking about after all this is said and done, as well as how upsetting it is to witness someone else lose it, and on such a monumental scale!) But I do think Peter is really going to just try to help out however he can, while also not wanting to Add More Problems to the mix with his unstable ass, so after his demon gets restrained again, I can see him staying behind to help any injured people / things related to that? But I'm honestly wide open to ideas and filling in any spots folks might need for something.
handwave or threading: I'm good for either! Paimon getting a bit feral at people, people maybe getting hit by the debris that he sends flying away from Peter because he's just adding to the stress of everything fjdk;f, Peter trying to help injured folks, all those types of things could be easily handwaved, BUT I'm absolutely down to thread stuff out too.
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[personal profile] icanhearscreams 2023-03-17 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Jun wouldn't normally head towards the scene of something like this. He's smart enough to know that this means avoid danger. But he saw sensei heading this way and from what he knows the man isn't good at any sort of superpowered thing. Karate can only take you so far in Trench, after all.]

[There's a worried knot in the pit of his stomach, but he pushes forward. If sensei dies he'll be really angry at him -]

[He arrives just in time to see him get knocked out and he lifts his head to look at the figure at the center of this. Is that... ? That's definitely Mob. Shit. He knows the other boy has psychic powers - they must be going haywire somehow. He firmly plants one foot in front of the other as he steps forwards, lifting his voice so that (hopefully?) the older boy can hear him over the wind and pressure.]


Mob? Mob! Shigeo! Whatever's going on, we can talk about this! I know you wouldn't hurt people if you could help it!

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