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[Semi-Closed]
Who: Merlinatural the Vampire Slayer and friends (Merlin cast, Supernatural cast, Buffy, and anyone who has plotted threads with them and wants to do them here instead of new log)
What: DARKNESS EVENT
When: Day 128 through 131
Where: All around Asgard
Rating: PG-13 to R for death, violence, language, and whatever else
[[ooc: This is a giant log for all the shenanigans of the casts so that we don't spam the log comm. Anyone with planned threads with anyone in this group is welcome to join in here or make their own logs for them, whatever you like!
Everyone please put in the subject line of your threads what day it's taking place, and (tentatively) the characters involved, as well as open or closed and anything else that seems relevant.]]
What: DARKNESS EVENT
When: Day 128 through 131
Where: All around Asgard
Rating: PG-13 to R for death, violence, language, and whatever else
[[ooc: This is a giant log for all the shenanigans of the casts so that we don't spam the log comm. Anyone with planned threads with anyone in this group is welcome to join in here or make their own logs for them, whatever you like!
Everyone please put in the subject line of your threads what day it's taking place, and (tentatively) the characters involved, as well as open or closed and anything else that seems relevant.]]
[CLOSED TO CASTIEL] [NIGHT 129]
It was rule number one of hunting with the Winchesters, but Sam had been on his way home from work, and he hadn't thought it necessary to have a tag-a-long buddy. Still, when the lights flickered and Sam had the sudden sensation of being watched, he had run.
It, of course, had been too late, but at least Sam had given forth a good effort.
He had knocked three or four people off on his way down the street, an uneven gait as he quickly moved toward some unnamed location, Ruby's knife dripping with blood in his hand. Sam wasn't sure what motivated him or why he needed to continue killing, but every little thing in his path needed to be destroyed. It needed to just go away.
And this time, unlike with Lucifer, Sam could not seize back control.
Anyone in his path was going to die.
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He carried a flashlight, his pistol, and his sword all on him as he left the house, on the way to the hospital where he'd been called in on emergency due to the attacks springing up around the city once again after the odd events of the night before. It was much worse this night, however, and his nerves were on edge as he raced quietly through the streets.
But there was no missing Sam, giant as he was, and Castiel slowed and diverted from his path to go toward his friend. "Sam." He said, but as he neared, it was clear something wasn't right; a bloody knife was no shock, but he wasn't moving right, and something hung in the air almost the hunter. Castiel stopped, suddenly, warning bells going off in his head, but he didn't think to draw a weapon just yet.
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[CLOSED TO MARY] [NIGHT 129]
Waiting for the next victim.
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So of course she had to go look. Jo went with her, possibly prompted by the unsureness in her eyes or by how obviously Mary didn't believe them. How could she, when everything from the last seven hours was a haze?
But there he was, a looming figure in the darkness, familiar in silhouette. She shifted closer to Jo and gripped her gun tight. Something about him was obviously off even from this distance- the shadows around him were wrong, the light and dark shifting in ways that set off alarm bells bad.
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[OPEN] [DAY 132 ONWARD]
day 133 8(
Well, the time for being irrational is over. They both killed people, while lucid and while Taken, and they need to deal with that. Somehow. Day 133 finds her calling in sick and popping over to TFW's neighboring apartment, letting herself in and quietly knocking on his bedroom door.]
Sam?
[Softly.]
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[ post-cas. whenever that is. lmao dis post ]
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[OPEN] [DAY 129 - 132]
Night 129, late
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[OPEN] Day 130 onward
Day 130.
Soon, he manages to make his way into the street just outside of his house, an odd sense of panic settling into his chest as he looks around, somewhat disoriented. He doesn't really know the finer details of what had happened but he remembers what he did. For the most part.
He needed to find Castiel.]
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[CLOSED TO ARTHUR AND MARY] Night 129
Clearly his array wasn't enough. Maybe a more stealthy knife, or maybe a crossbow. Or a pike. Something.
He was quiet and cautious as he made his way from the Palace after awakening there just minutes before, memories of what had happened flashing through his head. He needs to find Sam, but not right now. Right now he needs to regroup, and so the Citadel it is.
When he reaches it, he steps inside carefully, all nerves, and doesn't speak just yet. He wants to figure out who's here first, and if they're still themselves.]
closed to MY FIST AND YOUR FACE o9
Worry works its way through his battle psyche eventually. The rest can hold their own for awhile, he needs - well, it's under the guise of a break, resting feet that've been on the move since the very first signs on the darkness plague, but he's really got to check on those left behind.
Which is why Arthur is back at the Citadel, sword sheathed but there's a dagger at his belt just in case. There's no telling if these things tire, but he's hoping it may've simply left Mary. He stays quiet as possible, hand hovering above his blade as he approaches the locked door to his office. ]
Mary?
RUDE
COME AT ME, BRAH.
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[closed to Arthur] evening 129
By the time she gets there, she's lost something essential. There's darkness swirling all around her, clinging close to her skin, and her face is held in a chilling caricature of her usual cheer.
The first person she meets will die.
When she sees someone with golden hair walking down the street away from the building (the familiar one), her face splits into a ghastly rictus.]
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We have learnt that, like most animals, horses do not take kindly to supernatural presences. Storm might've been a good ally in getting across the city quickly, particularly with the injured, but when Sir Horse says no, he means no. Arthur's ribs can attest to this. But it's only one or two, really, he's quite all right.
So when he sees someone approaching, someone ... indistinct, shrouded in that now familiar dark cloud, he doesn't head for safety as he likely should. He's only just rounded up the weapons he needed to supply the others, he doesn't have time to - ]
Mary?
[ Oh, for the love of -
Arthur sets down the crossbows and quiver he had slung over his shoulders (wincing, his free hand clutching his abdomen, gaddamn) and wraps his fingers around the grip of his sword and approaches slowly. ]
Are you all right?
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[ OPEN ][ DAY 128 - 131 ]
Day 131 STOP BEING STUPID.
You're hurt.
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I'M A MAN IT'S WHAT I DO.
WHY IS EVERY MAN IN HER LIFE AN IDIOT oh right she married into the winchesters
yes w2g there mom sure did pick a winner :|b
he's cute what can she say
it's dem baby blues. Arthur knows how that goes. /kanye
castiel's are prettier C:
wow rude w/e w/e
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DAY 128
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[Day 130 (I think) Open to debate!]
8| dammit, Conan!
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Morning Day 130
[ OPEN ] [ DAY 128 - 131 ]
But it's not easy, she's beaten up, bruised, bloodied, but she's alive. She's probably going to be snippy, bossy, basically anything you can think of as long as it saves her ass and the ass of those she cares about. Killing Taken? Not a problem. She'll shoot them first and ask questions later because they people behind them are gone.
Jo's not stupid, though. She's going to be in groups for the entirety of the event - team ups, larger collections, anything as long as she's not alone or on a specific mission to find certain people. There aren't many she would go out on a limb for - and most of them are here - but it's still a possibility.
Come at her, bros.]
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Guns. Pft. ]
Joanna, was it not?
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oh I......should've specified a day. downtime D130, why not.
works for me. c:
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[ NIGHT 129 ]
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Afternoon D130 and onward
[ OPEN TO NEW CAMELOT ][ DAY 132 ONWARD ]
a manservant to be murdered, and a general tension about the house.Feel free to mark your own closed/open threads underneath this one! ]
day 132 :'|
Today, that's included staying out of the house. Scouring the city to make sure the Darkness is gone, to bless holy water and pour it over her own skin over and over again, to waste an hour stealing more rock salt for her shotgun shells. By the time she gets back home, it's late afternoon and she can't think of anything else to do with herself. Morgana is awake, at least, and that alone is a light in so much darkness, but.
Arthur is still here, still mourning his friend. Something about the way he's been looking at her since she came back to life (and god, what a scary thought that still is) has made her want to stay away.
Eventually, though, she does wonder. Morgana is back while Merlin is gone, and she knows Uther was Taken as well. So eventually, she peers inside Arthur's room and knocks, holding a bottle of what is, in fact, tequila.]
Arthur?
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day 132 >_>;?
C:
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HOLY CRAP why didn't I see this X(
(´ε｀ )
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[OPEN] to whoever, day 133
OPEN night 128 onward
She'll pretty much be in groups the whole time, whether sticking with Citadel people, checking in at New Camelot or Team Free Will, or teaming up with people to hunt down Taken.
AFTER the event, she'll be spending day 132 creeping in various parts of Odin, Loki, and Sigyn. After that, choose your own adventure. She'll be creeping, moping, and will need serious hugs. 8|]
Which death is this now
He's crouched behind a bush waiting for the coast to clear when he sees a familiar face. Hesitantly and softly, he calls out to her.]
Mary?
idek man
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so this is going to be horrible
sobs mary you're so lucky his wife isn't here
Day 130
omg rude, merlin
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[OPEN] Day 132 forward
So he's mostly lurking in his room, though he'll stagger out every so often to look for something he might actually want to eat or to see how others are doing.]
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[It's mildly scolding as she presses a hand lightly against his ribs with a frown. She half sitting on his lap, partly for a better angle, partly out of comfort, and partly so he can't run away, carefully trying to heal what she can and to fix the rest with traditional medicine.]
My hands aren't that cold -- and the sooner I fix this, the sooner you can go to sleep. Stop fidgeting.
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[Closed to Lancelot | Night 128] There will definitely be an open thread sometime, though, it's ok
Not that it really matters if nothing happens or if he needs to run around and make sure he doesn't get killed but, honestly, this certainly makes him forget about any exhaustion. When things go wrong, he's supposed to know what to do, although this is like the work of sorcery and he has no Gaius to tell him what it is.
But who knows if even Gaius would know.
What he does know is that they're still just people, no matter what they're affected by, and it's possible to fight them off. So while he tries to figure out how to efficiently get rid of them, fighting them off is what he'll be doing as he tries to find familiar faces. Or, more important, Arthur and Morgana.
There's someone familiar in the corner of his eyes as he skids around a corner and catches his breath, hand firm around his sword as he squints to... to see--
Ah.
Well, he can't say he's thrilled to see that face, not entirely but at the moment, it's something and at the very least the man can fight. And there's no reason Arthur shouldn't be nearby and he needs to find Arthur.]
Lancelot!
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And then, a familiar voice. One he knew was here, but had not encountered personally just yet - a situation he wasn't keen to remedy, if he was perfectly honest with himself. Nevertheless, he cannot ignore a call from his king, especially considering their current predicament, so he turns towards the voice and fights his way towards him.]
Your Highness - [he wants to send him back inside, but knows better than to suggest it - the king is far too proud a man to listen to a mere commoner such as himself.]
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( OPEN ; days 128 through 130 daytime )
This is the first time she's really had to buck up and be the Slayer. Truly the Slayer. Not just Buffy anymore. Her demeanor is drastically different. It's more serious, more militaristic than it's ever been, and those who are used to her perky bubbly self will be in for a very bossy change. She doesn't take orders. She gives them. She leads.
Day 128, she'll be on alert and a little high-nerves because of the sudden changes and that weird gut feeling she gets when something's off, but nothing big. But... Day 129 and beyond, she'll be armed at all times. A couple of smaller knives strapped to her boots under her pant legs, a crossbow complete with quiver strapped to her back, and a big sword on her hip, to be specific. She's not ill prepared, to say the least. The first shadowy place she sees will have set her off, she may have stumbled upon a dead body. Whatever the case, something has her on extremely high alert.
You may stumble upon her fighting Taken, killing Taken, shooting Ravens out of the sky, or swinging swords at them madly and trying to beat them back. And also being really, really good at it. Frighteningly good at it. It's her job back home, anyway.
She's just going through the motions, though, really. ]
some fighting day idk
But that doesn't mean she doesn't need help, and swinging swords happens to be his area of expertise. He loads his crossbow and expertly shoots at one of the Ravens before charging in to help her beat back the others as he makes an attempt to pull her way as soon as he sees an opening to do so.]
yes good.
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( CLOSED ;; d130, NIGHT. // sam & jo ))
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So, with a shotgun, he sets out into the night.
It's only by a crazy random happenstance that he finds Jo, too, and is impatiently pulling her into an alleyway, annoyed.]
What in the hell are you doing wandering around here by yourself?
[He doesn't mean to sound so... well, big brotherly, but goddamn, Jo. >:(]
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( CLOSED to pendragons ;; early nighttime, d129 )
She's surveying a particular area of street when she sees familiarly dated red clothing below. Buffy watches closer. It's Arthur, and not!Giles, and then suddenly behind them comes a group of three Taken. She jumps down as fast as she can without injuring herself and takes aim with her crossbow. One of the Taken is closer and closer to Uther's back with its knife as time passes, and she's getting very, very nervous that she won't get there in time. ]
Uther! MOVE! [ She fires two arrows in a row, hitting the one closest to him once through the neck and another through the temple. It thuds to the ground, and the other two turn their attention on her. At least Arthur will be safe. ]
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He's taking a moment, just a moment to catch his breath because it seems safe, and Buffy's voice startles him. But he does move, knows it's coming from behind and turns around just as the Taken fall.
And already he moves to take care of the rest.]
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mithian ❧ open any day and to anyone who needs patching up, food, or just a moment of company
She will fight if she has to. But mostly, she's here to help, to bandage wounds (a skill she learned quickly), to bring food to those who need to it, or even just a kind word of support. She wants to fight, to do more, but knows that she does not possess the necessary skills to defend herself in hand to hand combat, let alone against... monsters who go creep in the night.]
morning D130
So he makes his way back home, dropping his sword belt near the door before making his way to Morgana's room. The sight of her still form aches in his chest, but he comes to sit near Mithian with a somewhat humourous groan. Pay no mind to the tears in his chainmail or the blood and grime caked across his body. ]
I fear this may be a bit more excitement than we'd bargained for you in your first days here, your highness.
Re: morning D130
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Night between 129 - 130 or something
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morning D130 -- after Arthur's thread!
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late day 130
<3
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... I was missing a word in that last sentence. whoops.
VOTES OFF THE ISLAND X(!!
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Day 129 // Closed to Kilgharrah
Funny, despite Merlin being without his magic here, that he'd be the one coming to Kilgharrah's aid instead of the other way around.]
Kilgharrah, you here?! [Merlin fumbles, adjusting the bow and quiver across his back as he searching the Odin Welcome House's common room for any sign of him.]
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Merlin.
[He moves from the window towards Merlin, surveying the warlock with a critical expression.]
I am uncertain of what assistance I can be to you.
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Day 129 - 131 // OPEN
Come see him if you needs your wounds tended to, or if you simply need back up!]
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Right now, he pulls his friend into an open door, shutting it behind them. They both need a moment's reprieve from the fighting to regroup and tend to whatever injuries they sustained.]
Are you hurt?
[He struggles to catch his breath, looking out of the window.]
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Day 130 let's do dis shit
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Day 132 AFTERNOON // OPEN
Hence, you have said warlock sneaking back into New Camelot in the early afternoon, going about his business like nothing has happened. You'll probably find him mindlessly cleaning the living room or cooking something in the kitchen to take his mind off things.]
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And when he slips, he slides all the way down.
Arthur's out like a light, in the same torn trousers as the day before and starfished around his pillows. He doesn't so much as stir until the shifting of the mail hits the wood of the desk. His eyes open slowly, adjusting to the new light and thank the gods, what a relief it is to see light after those endless hours of dark - what a relief it is to see that large eared idiot sitting right there.
He watches Merlin work for a few seconds before closing his eyes again and hugging his pillows closer. ]
Make sure to clean each and every link. I'll notice if there's any blood left on it.
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evening
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judging u
OPEN? night 129
Perhaps improvising does. The spear and the sling shot have been weapons of her people for a very long time, but Regina still approves the spear. Her eyes have been on this one for a long time that's been approaching her, after the woman successfully given one a high kick and the second was impaled. Perhaps it's because of her growing and desperate situation and the fact it becomes draining that she has enough. She's in her right mind, when she does it, lunging forward and purposefully sinking her teeth in this one's neck and snapping their head.
There's blood in her mouth, but she doesn't care, licking the corners of her lips.
Night 129 | Open
Concentrated evil, on the other hand, was something more recent. He felt it behind him when the Holy Grail overflowed with evil, and things which had been tainted by such things were irreparably corrupted. And so, the first man to have become a Heroic Spirit fought his way through with a feeling that was not quite glee, but rather, almost relief. He might not have been able to simply dispatch anything with a mere thought and a rain of swords, but there was something to be said for a good old-fashioned bludgeoning.
A pity Enkidu was not there beside him this time. He would have loved it.
[OPEN TO TEAM FREE WILL HOUSE] Day 132 and onward
day 132!
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Er. [Merlin freezes, then gives a weak, little wave.] Hey--what've you got there?
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