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deercountry2022-01-02 05:41 pm
droptheious) wrote in deercountry2022-01-02 05:41 pm
Entry tags:
- ahiru: timmy,
- albert wesker: ref,
- ange ushiromiya: jelle,
- ariadne: wizera,
- darth maul: shade,
- dipper pines: jami,
- kyle broflovski: emma,
- lance: charley,
- luz noceda: pedro,
- manabu yuuki: elle,
- orpheus: qv,
- reaper: vette,
- richie tozier: effy,
- takashi "shiro" shirogane: red,
- the abomination: alba,
- the medicine seller: greenrivers,
- usagi tsukino: jax,
- varian: tf,
- zib: taku
[Open] Keep it locked up, keep it sealed tight
Who: Varian and YOU!
What: Varian's final corrupted days, his beasthood turn and the aftermath. See his corruption/monster page HERE!
When: First 2 weeks of Jan- before the event.
Where: Around the city!
Content Warnings: Applicable content warnings go here. Mentions of death, corruption, dissociation.
Hope you've stocked up - Last days of corruption
Anyone who's close to Varian will have noticed his slow corruption growth over the last two months. By the time January rolls around, things have gotten worse instead of better. By now his skin is made of a thick, black rock. This same black rock has turned his teeth into sharp fangs and his nails into claws. two amber horns sprout out from his head, and his elbows and one remaining ankle have spurs of the same stuff- as is the tail he's since gotten, flicking nervously as he paces around- firey red eyes darting around furtively.
He'd largely been keeping himself out of sight, trying to handle this alone, but his hallucinations have driven him onwards. He stares at things seemingly only he can see. If he comes across you, he'll grip your arm tightly (sorry if those claws hurt, he's not even thinking about it). He points at an empty spot of nothing, worry on his face.
"Eugene!" you are definitely not Eugene, but it's clear that's who he's seeing right now. "We- we gotta deal with these rocks before they take over everything! There's...there's got to be a cavern around here somewhere so we can cut them off, right?"
It's a long night - Monsterdom (Gaze and surrounding area)
Regardless of how much or how little help he gets in his final days of corruption, eventually, Fern decides enough is enough and the best way to handle this is to Fistfight God. Which is to say, he goes off to confront The Tower about this and gets himself killed by Never Mind in the process. Varian got there too late, and being the driving reason behind his boyfriend dying again was the final nail in the coffin for him.
The transformation is quick and sharp, and what's left is a a ten-foot rock monster spewing fire everywhere. His leg is still missing in this form, at least, which should help anyone with a quick ID-check. Varian himself rages through the city, slamming against buildings and breathing fire at anyone foolish enough to come close. It's definitely attracting the attention of nearby hunters- so perhaps finding a way to talk him back down before there's another death today would be for the best?
Nothing good is meant to stay - Aftermath
Eventually, Varian lets his friends in, lets them talk him down and the best hood fades. Parts of corruption still cling to him- his skin is still an unhealthy grey colour and his nails aren't quite back to normal yet. He's also sitting in a ball on the floor- partly out of shock and partly because he can't go anywhere without his leg - if someone could fetch him that, that would be awesome.
Or perhaps you come to him in the days that follow. He mostly stays near the Disaster House in Cassandra, as he waits for Fern to come back to life. He can be found inside the house, or sometimes sitting on the front porch, people-watching. Though he's certainly not better yet, day by day the signs of corruption lessen. Any visitors will get a tired smile, he's still a little withdrawn, but he's getting there.
"H-hey, thanks for checking in," nothing has changed how awkward he is at least! "Um...how are you doing?"
Because obviously, you're here for him to check up on you. Obviously.
[[OOC: The monster battle is intended to be open to any CR who want to take part. No ONE character will be responsible for talking him down from monsterdom, it is intended to be a team effort- hammering home that Varian is able to rely on his support network. Feel free to make separate threads, team up with other players, thread hop, etc. Do what you like, and we can wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey it so it happened around the same time- to make it easier than players trying to keep to one concurrent thread! Go nuts! As always please hit me up onteeeff for anything! ]]
What: Varian's final corrupted days, his beasthood turn and the aftermath. See his corruption/monster page HERE!
When: First 2 weeks of Jan- before the event.
Where: Around the city!
Content Warnings: Applicable content warnings go here. Mentions of death, corruption, dissociation.
Hope you've stocked up - Last days of corruption
Anyone who's close to Varian will have noticed his slow corruption growth over the last two months. By the time January rolls around, things have gotten worse instead of better. By now his skin is made of a thick, black rock. This same black rock has turned his teeth into sharp fangs and his nails into claws. two amber horns sprout out from his head, and his elbows and one remaining ankle have spurs of the same stuff- as is the tail he's since gotten, flicking nervously as he paces around- firey red eyes darting around furtively.
He'd largely been keeping himself out of sight, trying to handle this alone, but his hallucinations have driven him onwards. He stares at things seemingly only he can see. If he comes across you, he'll grip your arm tightly (sorry if those claws hurt, he's not even thinking about it). He points at an empty spot of nothing, worry on his face.
"Eugene!" you are definitely not Eugene, but it's clear that's who he's seeing right now. "We- we gotta deal with these rocks before they take over everything! There's...there's got to be a cavern around here somewhere so we can cut them off, right?"
It's a long night - Monsterdom (Gaze and surrounding area)
Regardless of how much or how little help he gets in his final days of corruption, eventually, Fern decides enough is enough and the best way to handle this is to Fistfight God. Which is to say, he goes off to confront The Tower about this and gets himself killed by Never Mind in the process. Varian got there too late, and being the driving reason behind his boyfriend dying again was the final nail in the coffin for him.
The transformation is quick and sharp, and what's left is a a ten-foot rock monster spewing fire everywhere. His leg is still missing in this form, at least, which should help anyone with a quick ID-check. Varian himself rages through the city, slamming against buildings and breathing fire at anyone foolish enough to come close. It's definitely attracting the attention of nearby hunters- so perhaps finding a way to talk him back down before there's another death today would be for the best?
Nothing good is meant to stay - Aftermath
Eventually, Varian lets his friends in, lets them talk him down and the best hood fades. Parts of corruption still cling to him- his skin is still an unhealthy grey colour and his nails aren't quite back to normal yet. He's also sitting in a ball on the floor- partly out of shock and partly because he can't go anywhere without his leg - if someone could fetch him that, that would be awesome.
Or perhaps you come to him in the days that follow. He mostly stays near the Disaster House in Cassandra, as he waits for Fern to come back to life. He can be found inside the house, or sometimes sitting on the front porch, people-watching. Though he's certainly not better yet, day by day the signs of corruption lessen. Any visitors will get a tired smile, he's still a little withdrawn, but he's getting there.
"H-hey, thanks for checking in," nothing has changed how awkward he is at least! "Um...how are you doing?"
Because obviously, you're here for him to check up on you. Obviously.
[[OOC: The monster battle is intended to be open to any CR who want to take part. No ONE character will be responsible for talking him down from monsterdom, it is intended to be a team effort- hammering home that Varian is able to rely on his support network. Feel free to make separate threads, team up with other players, thread hop, etc. Do what you like, and we can wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey it so it happened around the same time- to make it easier than players trying to keep to one concurrent thread! Go nuts! As always please hit me up on
teeeff for anything! ]]
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...Also he's not in his SDF blues.
...Also that wouldn't matter because no one knows what that even is.
This is already pointing south, but it could go even...souther. So Manabu has to think quick, take advantage of this response he's getting from this creature. At his side, Magnet barks, frustrated with his person and his person's lack of ability to just instantly sense that this beast is one of his buddies!
"Okay, okay never mind them - hey!" He hastens to move himself into the monster's peripheral, pistol lowered and free hand out, palm open.
"Hey! They're trying to keep you from hurting people! Do you really want to do that? L-let's get somewhere without people! Okay?
"...Can you even understand me?" Is this a Pthumerian thing? Doesn't feel like one, but as if he has any intuition about that at all!
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He does seem to move forward, following Manabu. The hunters are getting closer and he doesn't like that, and his attention keeps getting diverted to them, snarling when they come too close, before turning back to Manabu with a what now kind of look on his craggy face.
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"Uah, Magnet!" Bark. "Somewhere without people, okay?" Bark bark.
Magnet trots out ahead of them, curly tail in the air. Manabu follows in a kind of sideways pace, glancing ahead of him periodically, but his focus stays mainly on the monster. The monster getting more familiar by the second in a weird way.
"Easy...easy...we're just gonna get you out of these guys' territory, and it'll be less annoying, okay?"
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But hey, Magnet's a smart doggo, maybe he can lead them where there's a bunch of people prepared to handle this. They're definitely calling for him. . Or maybe they're calling for Varian and he's lost in the city and obviously not the monster. Could go either way!
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It's definitely a dice roll herding them toward other Sleepers, but seeing as Magnet is a dog and has never rolled dice in his little omen life...
Varian?
Manabu picks up on the echo between the crunching and rumbling of this creature's plodding gait, feeling his heart skip a beat as he stops. That's...a lot of young voices. He is not leading a monster to a pack of kids that is stupid.
"Ah! Uh!" And other halfbaked noises spilling like spaghetti as Manabu holds up his arms to try and halt progress. "Wait! Wait--bad call. Sounds like there's a lot of people this way! We gotta, gotta find you a safer place, you know?"
Magnet stands at the corner looking toward the pack of kids in one beat, then at his person and the Variant on the other and just.
Grumble-whines.
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Varian was definitely turning towards the sounds of those kids- because he recognises the sound of his own damn name. He pauses when Manabu makes the dumbass noises, waving his arms in a desperate attempt to halt his progress. He lowers his head, focusing on Manabu, then looking in the direction of the kids, then Manabu again.
He idly flicks his tail as he starts to scrape past more buildings, sorry Manabu, you're...probably right in the line of fire of that tail. Enjoy the huge, rocky slab to your chest. It's probably fine.
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Manabu goes sailing into a still-standing slab of wall and gets knocked the fuck out. Because he may as well. THIS IS WHAT COMES OF TRYING TO HELP TEENS.
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