[Semi-Closed]

[ofthursday]

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.]]

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[minifridge]

[She walks up to him, eyes glinting oddly, the smoke around her face swirling putridly. Her eyes seem to be looking almost through him rather than at him.]

I'm getting dinner on the table soon.

[There isn't much time to contemplate the odd timbre of her voice before she slams him in the gut with the butt of her shotgun.]

[pratentious]

[ The blow catches him while he's trying to make sense of her countenance, and he doubles over coughing, taking a few steps back. He might be ill - but he forces down the sick to straighten before she can manages another strike. ]

I'll take that as a no, then.

[ He coughs again, the words coming strained, and he brandishes his sword once if only to get his mind off the pain and into battle. A few more steps back towards the Citadel, his eyes trained on the darkness surrounding her face. ]

I don't want to hurt you, Mary.

[minifridge]

[She takes a jerky step closer, hefting her shotgun like a club. Nothing he says seems to get any closer- in fact, she responds by swinging out with the gun, aiming right for his head.]

[pratentious]

[ He ducks beneath the swing and surges forward, driving his shoulder into her stomach to try and use her momentum against her and flip her over his back. The movement earns a loud groan in protest, and Arthur quickly turns to take another step towards the Citadel. ]

You're - you're really not going to make this easy on me.

[ He huffs and just keeps moving back, trying to lure her in deeper. ]

[minifridge]

[Mary comes at him hard with a knee to his chest when he tries to flip her over, and though the blow doesn't make very good contact it does keep her center of gravity from going over his back.

She just snorts and tosses her head at the comment. Something dark glitters in her barely visible eyes as she walks up to him, arms going slack in a seeming cessation of aggression.]

All I ever wanted was a family.

[She grabs his shoulders and knees him in the crotch with every ounce of her strength.]

[pratentious]

[ Oh. Oh, okay. That stops him short, and Arthur stands there trying to breathe through the bright lights going off in the back of his eyes. ]

Ow.

[minifridge]

[Having nothing else to hit him with (and reaching into her pockets for her knife is hard), Mary goes with the respected battle strategy of shoving him in the chest really hard.]

[pratentious]

[ Works just as well for him, it brings her close enough for him cast aside his sword and grab her arm and twist it behind her back, slamming her up against the nearby wall with the full weight of his body. A jolt of pain shoots through his entire body, blinding him once more, but he holds fast to her arm anyhow. The open door to his office is just a short way's down ... ]

[minifridge]

[And this point she starts struggling like a madwoman- not because of the fight going badly, but because of the light in this building. The lights near the entrance are off, but there's light down the hall and it's burning her, it hurts, she can't fucking stand it. She starts twisting and throwing all of her weight back against him as hard as she possibly can to get out of his grip, and generally flailing and twisting insanely to get the hell away and escape, making enraged sounds under her breath.]

[pratentious]

[ Arthur tries very hard not to compare her behaviours to that of a feral beast, because he has adamantly refused to think of the Taken as creatures, but it's there and the thrashing is enough to have him hissing in pain. He pulls her away from the building to slam her against it again, trying to at least knock some of the fight out of her so he can roll her towards the door. ]

[minifridge]

[It works a little, but Mary is still enraged and desperate to get away from him, even as she groans and blinks some blood from her eye. Her thrashing and fighting is weaker now, and he has her at the wrong angle to actually get any good blows in.]

you are way too happy about trying to kill me, Mary........

[pratentious]

[ Arthur sucks his teeth a little, then tightens his grip on her arm to turn and bodily drag her to the office. He releases her with a shove into the room, then kicks at her lower back just to get more time to close and lock the door. ]