oh, Lazarus, how did your debts get paid? [ OPEN ]

[venatoris]

Who: infractus, lefthemisphere, egyptologist & you!
What: event shenanigans in one fabulous catch all, for all your RP needs
When: Throughout September
Where: All over!

Content Warnings: mentions and gifs/images of blood and dead bodies, death, decay, and trauma, possible suicide ideation, possible R rated scenes of varying degrees, etc etc. will mark as needed







(( ooc; event prompts, various september logs, and tdm continuations will go in this thread. if you have something you'd like to do, pm me or hit me up at pincurls! ))

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dean winchester | spn (endverse)

[venatoris]

𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤;

[ Dean hears about the ritual from the locals. He's no stranger to stuff like that; back home, he's engaged in more spellwork and rituals than the average human. It's enough that anyone outside of the Hunter racket would've called him a witch, though he would've balked and vehemently denied any such thing.

Truth is, angels, demons, summoning, banishing, sigils, purification rituals...it's all spellwork, witchery, and while Dean wasn't the best (Bobby took that honor, really), he was pretty good. Superstitious enough to participate, anyway.

To anyone who may be visiting the cabin, Dean will be out past the gardens and greenhouse in the back, knelt down, frowning as he holds up a bullet, rolling it in his fingers. He doesn't dare bury a bullet from the Colt, that's...well, it is personal, but it's also necessary. He's already needed it once. The bullets are limited and unless someone can help with that, he needs to conserve them.

A regular one though - that should be fine. It certainly signifies the violence in his past, the regrets, the chaos, the death and loss and tragedy of the Winchester family. Dean started life young with death, and he has always assumed (correctly) he'll meet a violent end, so this is the best thing he can think of. Carefully, gently, he buries it, slices his palm and drips bright droplets atop the dirt, watching curiously. ]

𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕥;

[ Never has Dean ever imagine that picking up a ravens feather would transport him back to the rivers of Hell. It isn't an experience he ever cared to repeat - though he expected it, eventually. Nothing Dean has done in his entire life has ever guaranteed him a trip to heaven, especially after telling Michael to get fucked and causing...Well.

Everything.

The bad end, it's on him. It's heavy on his shoulders, the self reflection of all his mistakes stares him in the faces that rot before him. Some he knows intimately, desperately - Mary. John. Sam. Jo. Ellen. Bobby. Cassie. Lisa. Castiel. So...so many more; people he knows and loves and people he doesn't, not yet, probably never...people he thinks he should know, he should've known if he'd made different choices, if he'd called Sam, if he'd worked it out, forgiven him, looked beyond the Ruby bullshit and called his brother home.

They're rotting, flesh sliding off in chunks, dropping in the rider, the waters running red with blood that soaks Dean's hands.

At the end of it, he's hunched over and breathless, deposited back on dry ground but not satisfied with it, a compass in his hand. He's shaking and a little sick, because his past is bloody, it's heartbreaking, and there's very little good. Help him, hand him his newly won compass, take him home or buy him a goddamn drink, Christ. ]

𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥;

[ Dean is no stranger to bloodlust; he's spent five years with a revenge boner for Lucifer, devoting every waking breath to plotting and planning and searching for the one weapon he thought he could kill the archangel. In hindsight, it was fucking a waste, it didn't work, and everyone he knew and loved died, demons tearing them to pieces while Lucifer taunted Dean, eventually throwing him down and cracking the delicate bones in his neck.

That there is bloodlust in Trench is unsurprising, it simmers just under Dean's skin, bubbling beneath the surface; that Trench amplifies it is expected, almost welcomed. He's angry, violent after the river of fuckin' death, and freankly -- he's ready to fuck some monsters up.

If there is a fellow sleeper in the ring with him, he'll resist. He'll pull his shit together and ask if they want to team up, fight together. If it's a monster? Game on. He's ready, coming in hot and furious and angry, shield he didn't know he had exploding around him, protecting his human frame while he twists and punches and kicks and stabs, leaving him a bloodsoaked mess, heaving for air, lost in the bliss of blood. His other party trick is blood manipulation, and he doesn't even realize he's a Trench version of Darth Vader, reaching out and squeezing, watching a monsters heart burst in front of him, collapsing to the ground, a gooey mess. ]

(( ooc; prompts are fairly open - if we plotted something out, feel free to hit me up here, or we can discuss something via PM or over at pincurls! ))

bloodsport

[exorion]

[Cayde's been through a few fights, monsters mostly, and it feels... Well, it feels good. Something Cayde chalks up to being out of the field, of coming back to himself instead of that whole squid situation.]

[There's an inky black snake coiled around his arm, and her tail rattles as he enters the ring to cheers that Cayde has decided are definitely for him specifically and aren't just from people excited to see some fights. Cayde's a theatrical man, fixing his hood when he stops opposite Dean and unholsters his gun with a spin and a flourish that ends with a wink to the man opposite.]

I hear teamwork makes the dream work.

[yes he is going to keep saying that to people until it catches on.]

[venatoris]

[ It's better than the squids, that Dean can agree with. He hasn't come to terms with all..that just yet, but he's probably one of the few people in Trench that's actually glad to be here, so he's not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth too closely.

The snake gets a little bit of a side-eye, but Dean tips his head at the Sleeper in the ring with him, the bloodlust cleared enough to where he isn't ready to act like a friggin' attack dog. ]

That's what I've heard, too. Ready to shake 'em up?

[schoolingfish]

[There's another sleeper in the ring with him all right. A small, trembling, absolutely terrified sleeper. Sure, he was feeling the weird, revved up energetic feeling the same as everybody, but Luca also knows he's a child and that he's totally unprepared for any of this.

He takes a step back, hesitating. The last person he ended up trapped in one of these matches ended up helping him and doing all the fighting against the monster that was released in here with him. Hopefully this guy will be fine with doing the same.]

Um...hi? Do you mind if I just hide behind you and let you do all the fighting?

[venatoris]

Jesus, they're putting kids in here?!

[ He's a scrawny little thing that Dean can't believe has ended up here -- his opinion of Trench might be shifting a little after this encounter. ]

Get behind me.

[ There's not even a question of if he'll do all the work - not in his mind. Dean may be from the Bad End of things, he may be insensitive and rotten on the inside, but he's always had a soft spot for kids and that hasn't changed, not even after everything he's been through. ]

Growing Pains

[demonicbeauty]

Anakin didn't want Ariadne going anywhere near Dean. She didn't entirely understand why, but more importantly, she wasn't one to follow instructions. Especially given the fact that she and Dean had gone through quite a lot in Deerington. They had a history and had saved each other. Between him and little Sam, she felt like she very nearly could have a family of some kind. So Anakin's concerns didn't stop her. She knew what kind of a man he was.

And more importantly, what kind of man he could be.

She picked up his scent as she got closer and followed it around back, just in time to see him dropping something into the earth. There were quite a lot of people completing the ritual around town. Ariadne hadn't taken part herself yet. And she was a little surprised to see Dean doing it. But not...not in a bad way.

Wisely, she decided to wait until he was done with his knife before she slowly approached. "Saying goodbye?"

[venatoris]

Anakin can suck Dean's big fat dick for all he cares; the guy isn't even on Dean's give a fuck radar, honestly. Ariadne isn't Padmé, she's her own person who can make her own damn decisions. If she wants to visit him out in Ache, then she's more than welcome. He told her once that she had a family here if she wanted it, and he meant it.

Eat him, Ani.

He's carefully squeezing his fist over the buried bullet, glancing behind him when he hears her approach, glancing over and lifting a shoulder in a one armed shrug.

"I guess. Isn't that the point, or something? Burying the past?"

bloodsport

[specifiercity]

[Arthur steps into the ring ready to fight. He's got a blade in his right hand — a long dagger or a short sword, one of the two — and an adrenaline-fueled focus in his eyes. He's worked off the first jitters with a couple monster fights but this is the first time he's seen something that looks human across from him.]

[Of course, he's killed enough things that look human at first glance. Werewolves and vampires can start off looking nice enough when you first meet them.]

[Still, he doesn't charge right away. It's more his style to wait and see, turn the momentum of a surprise attack against the aggressor, so he just shifts his weight and eyes up Dean.]

[venatoris]

[ No, not a monster. Dean's been a few rounds too, he feels like friggin Maximus from Gladiator in the ring like this, a million bucks and on top of the world.

But this time it's a Sleeper, he can already tell. This is different.

Dean doesn't...particularly want to fight Sleepers - not if he can help it. He's savvy enough to realize (a realization he brought with him from home) that creating antagonistic relationships with people is a good way to not get the shit you need when you need it. Raleigh dumbass Becket was an exception, because the fool went after Sammy when he was already down and sick, hurt his baby brother when he was already as low as it can be. It was deserved.

This isn't, as far as he can tell.

So he tips his head, studies his opponent and furrows his brow, twirling the twisted blade he'd found in his hand, circling him the way he's circled right back. Predator to predator.

Finally-- ]

What's your name?

river of regret - hope this is ok!!

[wiseass]

[New terrain meant dialing up the patrols to get the lay of the land. This place was big, much larger than Deerington and Claire hadn't even scratched the surface with her frequent trips since the squid travels. Larger didn't necessarily mean better, it meant more of the unknown and a bunch of outliers that were stacked against her. Against them. It wasn't a comforting thought.

Claire's been making three trips a day, morning, afternoon, and night. Her free time has been fully committed to figuring out the new cage they're all in, and it keeps her busy and her thoughts from wandering too far. The idea of possibly missing Deerington has crossed her mind before, better the devil you know, but it didn't do her any good and as soon as it comes it brings with it unbridled rage she didn't know what to do with.

She's in her head walking the perimeter when the messy slosh brings her right back to the bloodbath in front of her.]

Dean!

[Did it really matter what Dean she was dealing with at this point? She'd seen him come and go, from different points in time more than once. There's no version of Dean she doesn't know how to handle and so she runs right into the mess, the blood a sticky slew of crimson that stains her clothes and skin. Claire's much smaller than him, but she's stronger than she looks and is doing what she can to support his weight with the help of the water.]

C'mon, you big baby. Snap out of it.

𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 | LEMME KNOW IF THIS WORKS

[kingoftherats]

[Charlie honestly isn't even sure how he'd gotten here, himself; despite a bit of a, uh, wildcard personality when it comes to bloodlust, he's really not much for fighting or anything like that. Sure, he's had plenty of little scraps here and there with others — if anyone in the Gang betted on someone to send into a violent fight, it'd be Charlie — but he'd honestly much prefer to sit around in a folding chair and drink beer until he got sleepy enough to nap in the sun like a flea-bitten chihuahua.

Instead he's here, with Dean Winchester's hand twisted up in his shirt collar, and he's not having a good time. He scrabbles a little against the guy that towers over him a bit too much as the crowds hoot and holler.]

What the fuck, Dean—! Lemme go!

[A fist hits him in the eye, glancing off his orbital bone, and then another hits him in the mouth, filling it with the taste of warmblood; the shock of pain spirals him into something feral, much like a rabies-infested dog in a corner, and he does the only thing that his mind readily supplies to him: he goes apeshit.

Which means he starts scratching wildly with his fingers at the threat, just before he throws his head forward, sinks his teeth into Dean's forearm, and bites hard. Hard enough to break skin, with all the fervor of a man dead set on tearing away a chunk of flesh.]

Growing Pains

[clawandscars]

[Tsume is just trying to find something to eat and is following where his nose leads him when he finds himself in what appears to be someone's backyard. He stands there quietly watching Dean performing a ritual, something that he thinks he's heard some of the locals talking about. He hadn't been paying attention to the details since it didn't sound like something he'd be interested in.

But to watch it firsthand is something else. He stands there watching all the way up to where Dean cuts himself and sprinkles blood onto the earth.]

Is something supposed to happen now?

evelyn o'connell | the mummy

[egyptologist]

𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼

[ Evelyn doesn't have a horrific amount of past regrets, not like many in Trench seem to. She has, of course, a few important ones - maybe not read from the Book of the Dead, never take her eyes off her son, but...

Beyond that, they aren't as life ending.

Still, when she hears of the ritual, she goes out onto the front lawn of her house in Crenshaw, buries a few strands of hair because that...seems appropriate? She isn't sure what else to use, drops a few little pearls of blood...and is rewarded with a beautiful blue lotus as a result. ]

𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓽

[ Not her idea of a good time, nope.

After that river from hell, Evelyn is quite ready to shake it off, and even goes so far as to offer a thin smile, and say-- ]

I feel obliged towards a glass of wine. Join me?

𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽

[ Evelyn is woefully unprepared to aid in any sort of battle in the arena - because of course, that's where she ends up. It's where most Sleepers end up, it seems, though she is at least aware she'll be illequipped in regards to an environment such as this.

But...maybe not useless. She does, at least, have the memories of her reincarnated self; Nefertiri was exceptionally confident, and with all the visions and dreams and memories...

Maybe she picks up a few daggers and settles in next to her fellow Sleeper, tipping her head with a small smile. ]

Well. Shall we? [ Because as lovely as her husband was and as good at saving her as he was, she'd quite like to save herself this time. ]

(( ooc; all prompts ota! feel free to join evelyn in any of the above, or if you want to coordinate something, message me or hmu on plurk! ]

growing pains

[possessum]

( Peter's not even sure how he ended up out here; he's a fair bit away from his own housing in the Gaze district. But considering the fact he so often roams without having awareness of it, waking up any number of places... this is pretty standard for him. As usual, the demon within him has taken to exploring this place, wandering around to examine its new surroundings and absorb information about it all. Peter's always left with the confusion afterwards.

He's just coming out of his odd haze, vision a little blurry, feeling strange in himself. Looking down, he realises that he's still carrying the small pot with the tiny white daisy planted in it. After he'd completed his own ritual, it had bloomed, something immediately precious to him. The flower means something important, reminds him of someone important. He's been carrying it with him ever since, keeping it safe.

As he's slowly wandering along the unfamiliar place, he spots a woman out on the front lawn of a home that looks like something from a dream. Peter thinks maybe he's seen her before, once, and carefully approaches her, recognising what she's doing. The same ritual he'd painfully worked his way through, reluctant and afraid to partake in such a thing. He stares at the flower that's blossoming, eyes widening a little. The rituals are scary for him, but what comes from them are... really nice. )

That's— really pretty.

nobody saw it okay

[falsify]

[Eames has mixed feelings about all this, but it's hard to ignore the immense satisfaction that comes with fucking up some monsters. Especially with a hecking big battle axe.]

[He's checking said axe for damage when there's a familiar voice that makes the corner of his mouth quirk in a small smile.]

Miss Carnahan. Fancy seeing you here.

river of regret

[thinkfirst]

[ Flynn does not usually drink alcohol—he is, in truth, the lightest of lightweights, which strikes many as hilarious and many more as odd, given that everyone knows those people from the Lower Quarter are all drunken louts—but after that?

After the awfulness of seeing not just Estellise but Yuri and Alexei and his mother?

Flynn nods, clutching the compasss he was given more tightly in his hand. ]

That would be appreciated, yes. Preferably somewhere... not here.

bloodsport

[hedon]

Another option doesn't seem likely.

[Magnus had seen Evelyn before, mostly in passing as one of the many librarians in Deerington before the shift and this new and uncharted world that laid before them. Some of it was eerily similar to some of the oldest and most archaic downworlders he knew and other things about it were entirely unique.

Magnus doesn't have a weapon, he doesn't need one, but he's confident in a way that spoke of experience with his hands in his pockets and an indifferent expression on his face.]

Ladies first or age before beauty?

chuck hansen | pacific rim

[lefthemisphere]

ｒｉｖｅｒ ｏｆ ｒｅｇｒｅｔ

[ Chuck has...

A lot of regrets, to put it mildly. The way he's treated people in his life hasn't always been good (though his aussie tech crew was always fiercely loyal, and Chuck returned that in spades - he might be an asshole, but those who respected him and earned his respected in turn were deeply valued), and Chuck himself, hasn't always been good. He's been unkind, cruel at times, unforgiving and relentless. He sees the faces of people he cares about, loves, and the whole ordeal leaves him trembling and violently shaken, huddled in the boat with his companion, unwilling to uncurl just yet from the ball in which he's twisted himself. ]

The fuck was that.

ｂｌｏｏｄｓｐｏｒｔ

[ The tingling under Chuck's skin has been driving him freakin' nuts. He's been paranoid, convinced someone's watching him all month, frustrated and teetering dangerously close to corruption.

When bloodsport starts being whispered, he can't help himself - he follows, ending up where everyone else seems to end up - in Gaze, in the arena, ready for combat.

What he isn't expecting is any kind of power manifestation - though maybe he should have. The monster smashes into him, fist raised to crack his skull and Chuck panics, brain spazzing out and literally rewinding the moment, which gives him just enough time to scramble out of the way. ]

Bloody--fuck, did you see that?! [ He hollers at his companion in the ring, eyes wide as he scrambles back, groping for a weapon and desperately wishing he had his knives on him. ]

(( ooc; here are chuck's event prompts! if you have any questions or other ideas, pm me or hmu on that good ol plurk! ))

wildcard; The Big Gay Reunion

[righthemisphere]

"We can do this, together. I am never gonna leave you."

Last promises on the shore of a crumbling dream. Hand in hand they said goodbye and swore not to let go. To find the next great something together. Make something real.

Once they hit the water their bodies gave way, hearts full of purpose and mission. And together they swam and swam and swam but they couldn't give up. There was somewhere to go.

Home.

The undertow just as they came towards land cut through their route like a paddle, separating them at the last minute. Raleigh beached in the caves surrounded by ravenous crabs. Chuck found his way onto a ship full of murderous thieves. Both reeling from rebirth, not entirely sure who they are, and shaky in their bodies.

Wu finds Raleigh first, tending to some crab wounds and searching for someone important. The most important person in the whole world. Which, helpfully, Wu has seen and can lead him to. They head off and when Raleigh sees him, he squeezes Wu's shoulder in thanks and breaks away to jog towards Chuck. You, finally. He's been looking for you.

Raleigh doesn't have words for the whoosh of emotion that fills his chest. Relief and gratitude and love. They didn't breach together. He's been so scared.

bloodsport

[wiseass]

[The same trance brought Claire to the tournament of death and she's a whole lot less bothered by it. Grabbing a knife out of her lapel that she knows won't do much good against a monster of this size.

Chuck is just one more fool present for the blood-bath and Claire's trying to figure out exactly how they'll defeat Goliath when Chuck tries to get her attention. She hasn't noticed a damn thing, too preoccupied with their current situation.]

Yeah, ugly over here's hard to miss. Get with the program.

ｂｌｏｏｄｓｐｏｒｔ: The Bad Reunion?

[babyimmortal]

[She's been here for a moment now. Woke up after passing out, and found herself here in the arena. Pitted against another person, actually. As much as she wanted to reach out and rip someone's head off she didn't want to FIGHT anyone. So, it seems the two of them were resisting, and this huge creature was let out. Like a giant, or something.]

[Nile had grabbed a sword someone else had dropped some fight ago. She remembered her training and it felt easy in her hands. The other person she had been in here with got hit by the monster, sent sailing to land on the farthest side of the arena, no longer awake. The monster heading that way, she yelled.] Come at me ugly!!

[And then she saw him. She saw Chuck standing there, then dodging a swing from a giant fist! 'Did you see that' he asked, her eyes staring at Chuck in disbelief. Was it really him? She didn't make him up? Was Ral here as well? He heart raced as she darted towards him, sword in hand, eyes going to the monster. A new desire to KILL it now that there was someone there worth killing for.]

Chuck! Get with the game, it's here to kill us! [Oh my, you have to live through this so she can hug you, damn it!]

River of Regret cw: teenage corpses

[survivalthroughhate]

Get up.

[Maul growls with his usual anger. He's got a ton of corpses on the shorelines, most of them people he'd killed with his own two hands. So many teenagers from the massacre he'd committed at the Orsis Academy, including the first girl he'd ever had a crush on. Some corpses from Deerington like Varian, Usagi, Ben, and Varian. And some of them were those that had died and he merely blamed himself for their deaths, like his brother Savage and mother Talzin. Even Darth Sidious is up there given how complicated Maul's relationship has always been with him.

He shakes Chuck none-too-gently by the shoulder, trying to get him to sit up.]

Come on. You can't lie there forever.

regret canoe

[royalfling]

[ Wu's in the bottom of the canoe with him, huddling with his arms over his head. There's a corpse out there that he recognizes, and a corpse is scary, but the person is even scarier, and he doesn't know what to do about it. And Chuck is scared too, and Chuck is one of the bravest people Wu knows, and if he's scared that can't mean anything good. ]

I don't know! I don't know! There are-- they're dead.

tdm continuations;

[lefthemisphere]

(( original link; ))

for john;

[lefthemisphere]

Well, thanks a lot, mate.

[ He looks like someone took his body and threw him against rocks, repeatedly - which is probably what happened.

The hand on his shoulder does stop him from bolting, so cheers for that. Otherwise, he'd probably take off and go hollering down the beach for Raleigh. Instead, he stays still, giving John a slightly wild look because yeah, Chuck's bleeding, but it's glittery and weird to look at because it isn't...like normal blood.

At all. ]

Uh. Yeah, alright.