[Session 3] "They're putting up reindeer and singing songs of joy and peace"

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Who: Albert Wesker and... you!
What: December catch-all: His return from the dead, a Krampuslaufen and December event stuff.
When: December 5th onward.
Where: Around the town, in his memoryspace.

Content Warnings: Post-death effects including temporary mutism, stalkerish behavior, event specific weirdness.




November IC Impact Statement - December 10th: Open Link

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Krampuslaufen/Run, Rabbit, Run Open Link


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Wildcard Got an idea to punt at him? Feel free to toss in a top level! Lyrics nicked from "River".

Comments

[kingofsarcasm]

Stiles dares to look over his shoulder and see the creepy guy gaining on him and lets out a very undignified yell. It's under stress that he's able to access more of his powers, but he's not that great at controlling them. On instinct, he swipes a hand behind himself like he's trying to tell it to just go away.

And with that gesture, he slightly slows time in a dark glow of power around the thing, long enough for him to gain some ground and turn a corner. He starts climbing over a fence… man he really needs to learn parkour or something.

[subject_013]

The figure lets out an undignified grunt of their own, their feet slowing on the snowy pavement, the sound warping as time shifts around them. They try to run faster, what would normally look inhumanly fast, but the time dilatation works like a high-speed camera, slowing them down to a human speed.

Stiles might stand a chance to get to the other side of the fence, though the thing is puffing and snarling on the other side, the sound still distorted into horror soundscape noises.

[kingofsarcasm]

Okay, he doesn't want to know why it's suddenly snarling like that, but if there was any doubt in his mind about what its intentions are before… he's sure not wondering now. He clamors his way over the fence and finds himself on some local's property… a local who comes out, kicking his backdoor open butt naked with a crossbow, "Who's there?!"

Stiles yelps, "Not what I needed to see!" In response the Trenchie fires at him and he yelps again and starts booking it to the far side of the small courtyard, "Shit, sorry! Don't shoot and get back inside!"

[subject_013]

By now the time distortion has dissolved and the horned thing vaults over the wall with an unearthly agility that would disqualify them immediately from the Olympics for raising the bar too far for the rest of the competitors.

The butt-nekked Trenchie stares from Stiles to the figure in the goat guise, but takes Stiles's advice and hurries back inside, though not before turning on the threshold, fumbling to load and nock another bolt. The goat-figure lunges at the Trenchie, slapping him backward into his own entryway, before turning on one hoof to dart after Stiles

[kingofsarcasm]

Stiles manages t look over his shoulder to see the man getting knocked back into his home and then the thing starts chasing him again. Holy shit! What's its deal?!

"What's your deal?!"

He screams over his shoulder as he hops over another much lower fence into another person's property and sees the lights in the house start to turn on, he calls to the people inside as he runs, "Nothing to see here! Stay inside!"

[subject_013]

One dweller in one of the houses emerges, a skinny, dark-haired woman in black flannel pyjamas blinking like an owl behind thick glasses, but seeing the young man scaling her fence followed by the *thing* vaulting up to land on the top rail, she emits a panicked yawp and darts back into the house. Someone else in another house opens a window to yell angrily at the commotion.

"Darkblood..." the goat-masked thing rasps and dives off the fence, launching itself toward Stiles.

[kingofsarcasm]

Stiles shrieks when it leaps, and he's not able to react in time. He gets tackled to the ground by the thing and all the while he's struggling, flailing his arms and looking for a chance to slip away again.

"Darkblood?! WHAT ARE YOU A VAMPIRE?!"

[subject_013]

Keeping Stiles pinned with its knees and one hand, the thing reaches inside its robe, taking out an oddly modified syringe, one with what looks like a secondary fluid delivery system connected to an empty cylinder with the plunger depressed, almost as if it were designed to collect as well as inject.

"Close. Vileblood," the thing rasps.

[kingofsarcasm]

Stiles sees that contraption and fights harder. But still… it probably depends on what this thing even wants. Does he want to drain him completely or just take a donation? Damn his darkblood and how delicious and addictive it is!

"Look, I'll- I'll let you have some, just don't kill me to get it, alright?"

[CW: Blood drawing]

[subject_013]

"Not a glutton," the thing growls, almost as if audibly eye-rolling. It holds up the contraption. "One small phial. Thus and no more."

It reaches in and pressing on a vein in Stiles's neck, raises it carefully, before deftly inserting the needle and drawing out one plunger, which depresses another, drawing out a darkish fluid, clearly Darkblood in a suspension. Once the barrel has filled, the creature removes the syringe, sniffing at it and making a pleased rumble in its throat before capping the syringe. As suddenly as it pinned Stiles, it leaps to its feet, freeing him.

"Merry Christmas..." the thing murmurs, as if to say 'Merry Christmas to me.