April Catch-All

[onerthes]

Who: Vira-Lorr, Equius Zahhak, Neopolitan & You!
What: Event Log Open and General Open OPtions for the Month
When: April, out and about
Where: Various Locations around Trench

Content Warnings:
Vira-Lorr - Xenomorph/Alien Horror, Acidic Blood, Possible attempted abduction, blood, potential transformations and temporary insanity, character death is possible
Neopolitan - Severe Hopelessness, Corruption Issues, Reckless Behavior
Equius - General, Mind-Boggling Stupidity, being rescued by a big sweaty idiot, towels.
So many towels.
Too many towels.
Burning orbs of light depositing towels everywhere.

Individual character prompts will be put inside with options

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Equius Zahhak | Homestuck (OTA)

[alternia_strength]

Too Many Towels...

[alternia_strength]

The flaming light had passed by Equius, and he'd been following it, curiosity having gotten the better of him. Really, he should just be staying at the forge, minding his own damned business, building one of the several projects he'd been getting lately, but there was a possibility of strife if he chased flaming balls of light, was there not?

And so he did, and was rewarded as one of those lights passed dangerously close to him. It smacked him in the face, thick, wide and fluffy. There was a glimpse of the city of Asgard there, the home shown within viewing the far reaches of vast medieval city of muted colors. But what was disturbing was that the home had towels galore. So many towels. There were just so many glob damned fluffy towels everywhere in the house that they began to collapse out of the pathway and nearly drowned the troll in the process, along with oddly ... a pair of clawed gloves.

"Ah. I had forgotten where I put all these," he growled as the light sped off, turning to look at whatever person was now staring at a mountain of towels. "I require assistance."

All Work and No Play Makes Equius a Happy Troll

[alternia_strength]

Perhaps one of the odd, unexpected things that protected and immunized Equius from many of the worst elements of corruption was that he ... just didn't actually get out that much. He spent day after day pounding away at an anvil, drawing on a piece of paper and using his blood magic to produce yet another part for a client, or designing half-baked, insane looking weaponry before throwing the paper away, unused.

He was easy to find, and if you were working with him on anything, easy enough to work with, even if he was as usual kind of an uncomfortable and sweaty creature. Yet, for whatever reason, he seemed happy and sociable in his gruff way while he was working on something.

"Give me the spanner. I need to check the measurements on this device..."

Sweaty Idiot to the Rescue

[alternia_strength]

He did not trust these moths. But they also did not fight back, so there was no strife to be had in them. It was maddening. Equius wanted a fight, a real one, but there was nothing in this world that was going to give him a proper workout, so he was usually giving the moths a wide berth.

That is, until he saw someone just standing there, looking transfixed, like something was fading in their eyes. He couldn't figure out what exactly that meant? But he knew it was trouble, and so the sweaty idiot charged in. Rather than attacking the moth like some lame-brained murderous sea-dweller, he opted to grab them by the waist and start running with them.

"Hold onto me if you want to live!" He might be a little overdramatic.

because the mental image is hilarious

[obeir]

The Moonlit Butterflies had started to appear throughout the city while K was hunting for some technological bits and bobs in the Willful Machine. After exiting one of the shops, he was pulling on his backpack when he first noticed one of the glowing creatures, caught off guard by its deceptively captivating beauty. He couldn't help but stare. And all too soon, he found himself unable to actually look away, and was rapidly succumbing to feelings of despair — until he was quite suddenly and bodily carried away from the threat.

It took him a moment to realise what was happening, and still dazed, he automatically held onto Equius as he was instructed to do. Not that it was entirely necessary with how easily the troll seemed to be carrying him.

Wait. Why... why was Equius carrying him? Did it have something to do with his very special interest in robots?

"What are you doing?" K finally asked in a baffled tone once his wits had returned to him.

priceless!

[alternia_strength]

He lunged away with a fierce jump, gripping onto K as he did so. It caused the moonlit butterfly to fade off into the distance rather abruptly as the air whistled past them. When they were landed, he grunted sourly and shook his head. "Fluttering arthropods are not trustworthy. They're taking something away from us, but I'm not exactly sure what. Getting distance."

He might not really have been in tune with the concept of hope even when he had it.

There is no fear in this dojo!

[alternia_strength]

So. This was a thing. Equius had joined Cobra Kai. Why? Well, they valued strength and he was obsessed with it. They were ruthless and he liked to think he was still ruthless deep down even though he hadn't actually culled anyone in ages. They struck swiftly and without mercy, and that's just how you were supposed to fight? Besides, Johnny seemed ok, for a human.

So here he was in the dojo, either cleaning up and trying to do chores, or training with all of his off hours. A hundred push-ups. Fifty pull-ups. A hundred squat-thrusts. It was like watching a Hanz & Franz video, if one was being honest. Someone might want to remind him that he was supposed to be training in karate, not simply strength training.

Wildcard

[alternia_strength]

(OOC: So, Equius is my easy-going one. I'll be tossing him into things during the month, but if you want something specific, just toss up the starter and I'll roll with it. No death please. Troll dumb dumb is safe from that mistreatment this month.)

Neopolitan | RWBY (OTA)

[threelayers]

Hopelessness

[threelayers]

The hunters had warned her to be careful about the moths. None of them were out looking to attack them, and Neopolitan was confused by that. These things were clearly monsters, though at the least they weren't causing obvious harm, so there she was, staring at the strange creatures, wondering what to make of them.

Of course, there was a danger in this. One of them was dangerously close, unknown to her, and she could feel it. It was like a cold, icy finger clawing its way inside of her. She swallowed and her fingers flexed. Why did she feel so ... like everything was futile? Her eyes knitted and she frowned.

Maybe someone should get her to ... not stand here?

Stabbing Moths

[threelayers]

After the first incident, Neopolitan was on guard. She stopped trusting the great moths and wanted nothing more than to see them gone. But when she saw someone that she actually cared about just sort of staring? She gritted her teeth and stalked her way out to grab them by the shoulder, to yank them out of the feeling.

It was at this point that she was standing there, brandishing a parasol as if it were a spear, between them and the moth. She was pushing one of those lights in their direction, but she looked like she was trying to decide if she needed to stab a moth.

Which... would be a very bad idea.

Dust and Grimm

[threelayers]

When the lights passed by, Neopolitan was, to say the least, a little nervous. She wasn't showing it, but about the time that what looked like a gorilla made out of black ooze and exposed plate appeared, she didn't even seem that surprised. It roared at her, just about the time that a couple small crystals of different colors hit the ground and she got a little grin on her face, looking at her current partner and winking.

Wanna have some fun?

Wildcard

[threelayers]

(OOC: I'm leaning towards any corruption incidents being short-term, temporary things, ones that she can be brought back from. I'm open to her getting killed, but I may have some plans on this one. So, otherwise, feel free to just hit me up with any old prompt if you like!)

Vira-Lorr | Record of Agarest War | OTA

[onerthes]

Wonderkind has an Admirer

[onerthes]

Vira-Lorr was looking at a vial of blood in her hand quietly. Anyone nearby would get an unsettling feeling about the stuff. It had been one of two gifts she'd received during the 'games' that had transpired. Supposedly, blood of a genuine Pthumerian, or so the note with it had told her. As for the other prize, it was hovering over her, ringing quietly in amusement. It and her litwick were getting along famously at this point, but her attention wasn't on it. No. It was the blood.

She was so focused that she barely saw the meteor of light descending. When it was almost on top of her, it bathed her porch momentarily in light, just as another soul happened to stumble upon the sight. What was there didn't last for long, but it was ... definitely memorable. A man, standing in a gorgeous purple and red doublet with a mane of steel gray hair barked, laughing on the other side of the nimbus of light, making no effort to enter. "Haskill! Haskill! You're missing the show! Oh blast, it will be gone before you know it. Tut tut. But so good to see even you lovely mortals appreciate the aesthetic beauty of a good lark. And just for that, take this, the Wabbajack!"

"Ok, it's just a replica, but who's keeping track?" and the man hurled what looked like a stick with a screaming face at Vira-Lorr. She didn't have time to properly digest before it struck the vial, causing it to break the seal and spill its contents onto the gnarled wood, whose eyes glowed for just a moment. "You be a good little seer, whack a few knobs on the head with that. It'll show them a thing or two. And tell them Uncle Sheo said hi!" He was cackling, waving in some undefinable direction as the nimbus of light shifted and the ball passed on, leaving them standing there, Vira-Lorr holding the strange stick.

"What the hell just happened?" she said. "What did the blood do to this?" Did she even really want to know?

(OOC: Looks like the Wabbajack, but it's just a replica. Still, it's technically a weapon, as a cudgel, and it is now enchanted to cause madness when it strikes or shots at someone. Say thank you, Uncle Sheo.)

Migration Woes

[onerthes]

Vira-Lorr was not having the best of times this month. Her infuriation about the moths was mounting. She'd had at least one quiet, moderately unpleasant encounter, but whether or not people were actually listening to her, it was starting to feel like they weren't. She had just pulled one more away from them and was trying to bring them to a ball of light, though the look in her face was unusually stern. "You need to be more careful," she growled, before turning and glaring towards the moth.

These were not like Argonaut. They were anything but safe. What Vira-Lorr might not see, that it might have been possible her current companion might have noticed, was that the motes of light were being siphoned from her as well, the two not quite out of range yet. Her mood, and its steady worsening, were being pushed along by the moths themselves, as hopelessness began to settle in.

[tempredmental]

"Oh... thanks..." Keith had been tracking some of them and catching orbs, but it was still easy enough for him to get caught up in the thrall. That said, he did look and notice some lights being pulled from her as well. He reached over and gave her arm a light tug.

"Maybe we should move, huh?" He gave a subtle nod for her to look up. "Might be safer." For now. Once he was able to get his head back together, he was going to go back and see if he could catch more orbs, but a break would be good at the moment, he figured.

[onerthes]

She growled in response. There was a determined, angry, almost desperate look in her eyes, all considered. For all that she was trying to tug him away herself, she seemed not to notice the damage that was going on for her at the same time. However, the thanks did register and she nodded. Just afterwards, when he recommended what she was already wanting, she looked almost a fraction relieved.

She was grabbing his arm, hustling. It was easy to get away from the thing, from its draining effect, but the fact that she was in this state was a bad sign that something wasn't wrong. It might not have been easily obvious, but Vira-Lorr without hope was a very angry person by nature. "We should hurry. I still don't know what to do about those ... things." She wasn't fully gone yet, but the effects were starting to show in her mood.

When Hope is Almost Lost (Body horror/acid blood)

[onerthes]

The cracks and fissures were showing on her skin. Anyone close enough to see those cracks that came from her now glowing three eyes could catch a sight of rubbery black skin just beneath. She twitched with animation and anger in her step as she stormed towards them. An acrid odor on the air, like sulfur and citric acid, was burning the nostrils as beads of bloody tears leaked from the edges of her eyes, sizzling when one fell to the ground.

"None of you are paying attention. Even if they seem harmless, they are not!" she said, not really noticing whether or not the other person was actually listening to her at the time. her hand shot out possessively, protectively. "Come with me," she hissed. "It isn't safe here."

Funny, there weren't any moths around.

(OOC: Vira-Lorr is severely corrupted at this point. I would prefer, however, that she manage to get ahold of a ball of light somehow, to begin repairing the damages. I have specific plans re: Beasthood this month. But we can definitely play around with corruption here.)

[entreats]

At least Vira-Lorr's state - her terrible state - is easy to explain, considering just how many people seem to be having trouble this month.

But while it isn't a surprise to see anyone like this during this month, it's still a surprise when Ange sees it happen to someone she's actually close to - and even moreso when she doesn't even have a moment to process the surprise, instead only barely managing to pull her arm away before Vira-Lorr latches onto it.

In any other situation she may have allowed it, but when the other clearly doesn't seem to be doing well, and doesn't seem to be making any sense either--

"Vira-- What do you think you're doing? Who are you talking about?!"

[onerthes]

"You're not listening to me!" she shrieked the moment that the hand was snatched away. A tear of something green leaked out of the corner of an eye, running down and sizzling as it brushed her clothes. The cracks widened a little, but they didn't break. It was just very obvious something was not right, especially when she did something so uncharacteristic as to shout and flail her arms back as if in frustration.

"The moths! People think they're harmless, but they're not! I can see it, see the harm that they do. I can see all of you transforming, turning into beasts, losing your minds! They have to be killed!" Of course, she didn't seem to realize that her vision wasn't showing her what would happen if that occurred.

[imaglyphwitch]

When Minako had put out that bulletin, Luz had sped over to Viras as quickly as she could, more than a little worried about what she would find there. Once she reached her destination her fears were confirmed: Vira did not look good, her skin seemed to be splitting a bit, and she was crying blood.

Oh boy. What was happening to her friend?

"Vira," Luz said, her wand in hand. "What's going on here? Why do you have Minako against her will?"

[onerthes]

Vira-Lorr's reaction was to whip around and look at Luz, her eyes wide with alarm and a mixture of alarm. "Luz! You shouldn't be out! They'll see you! You're in danger!" she shrieked, taking a step in closer. The cracks and darkness that were covering her in patches very obviously unnatural. Whatever it was Luz had said? She wasn't paying enough attention to clearly determine or understand, much less reply to yet.

"Get away from her!" - Closed to Minako Aino

[onerthes]

And this was the thing that tore it. It didn't matter if Minako was at a safe distance or not. Vira-Lorr thought she saw one of the moths drawing too close to her lover, and she snapped. People had warned her about the possibility of there being real danger in harming the moths. She'd managed to go back and forth on the corruption and hopelessness in this month, but all it took was seeing Minako even remotely close to one of those things and her most unhinged protective aspects came out.

She rushed forward, her blade out, a shell loaded into the gun. "Get away from her, you bitch!" she shouted, not even realizing the irony of the statement as she leveled the gun and took aim. "Minako, get down!"

Oh, this was not going to be good when she shot the moth, not in the slightest.

(OOC: Just let me know if you prefer corruption or beast-mode for this, or if y you want a different prompt)

[loveandduty]

Venus had simply been on patrol. She had been unsure as to what to think when it came to the moths and the situation as a whole. but so long as they didn't seem to pose much of a threat so for the most part she had just planned to continue walking.

At least until she had been told to get down. Confused she looked to see what the other was doing before ducking. She had a gun and she wasn't just ging to stand there when she could accidently get her or something.

"Vira, what are you doing? They haven't done anything."