[OPEN DARKNESS EVENT LOG][DAY/NIGHT 130]

[furrows]

Who: ERRYONE IN ASGARD
What: All of Day 130, day and (early) night!
When: Day 130, day and night
Where: EVERYWHERE
Rating: PG-13, if any worse let me know

[Day: You survived. That was... horrifying. And you don't think you've ever been so happy to see the sun rise the next morning. Things are worse for wear, and you need to get more supplies just in case something else comes.

But wait- halfway through the day, and suddenly the sun is gone? Where did it go, and how is it night so early?

Night: Careful. The terrors of last night are back, and now are even in more of a frenzy than before. More crazed, more dangerous, and wanting to destroy everything they come across. Hope you can keep your eyes open.]

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ODIN DISTRICT

[thetaken]

[furrows]

[Oh goddamnit here we go again- he really didn't need this. Alan is on the prowl and more on the offensive now, since people have a general idea to stay in the light when darkness hits.]

[ofthursday]

[Castiel is not one of those people. To be fair, he does know that he should be in the light, but he's using a different tactic; he looms in the darkness and surprises taken instead, then dispatches them with a combination of a maglite and his sword. It's been working relatively well, though he wishes he hadn't lost his gun when he'd been killed the night before.

He recognizes Alan from his post the night before, which he'd only had a chance to actually check at daybreak, and he doesn't want to startle him into shooting at him. So he calls out from the shadows first.]

I am not taken. Don't shoot me.

[He's already been shot once in the past few days and that's more than enough for forever.]

[furrows]

[For an instant, Alan whirls, reflexes very sharp for a man who suffers from insomnia. But that could just be because of his paranoia. When Castiel speaks fully, he lowers both the gun and the light.

Somewhat. Moreso the gun than the light.]

You shouldn't be in the shadows, the Taken pretty much can get to you easy if you do that. It's what the Dark Presence wants.

[ofthursday]

[He steps out fully from the shadows once Alan lowers his gun a bit, silver sword in one hand and a mini-maglite in the other. He's pale and clearly tired, but otherwise pretty much unharmed despite that his jacket has a distinct bullethole in it and is streaked with blood.]

Noted.

[He'll remember that, and has apparently been lucky. Unfortunate though that the tactic might not be safe to use, as it's been pretty successful so far. Oh well; he'll figure something else out.]

You said in your post that this is something from your world.

[compressed]

[It's nighttime, guys, Here we go again. Damien is slowly wandering throughout the streets. One might expect the usual face from him, but this time, he's shrouded in darkness just like a Taken that you might have seen before.

He's holding something that looks like a glass knife, but it's actually made of ice. It doesn't hurt his hand because he made it. He actually has two of those--one in each hand.

For the passing bystander, they might hear footsteps in the midst of the chaos--step, step, step. And when you turn around, you might see him. He doesn't say anything. Instead, he might be walking at a decent pace towards you while hiding the knives behind his back.

But wait, was that blood on his knife?

ooc: Capture/Death/Mercykill is locked to Argenta and Sophie only! The above prompt is open to everybody. ]

sloooooooow.... poooooke....

[blossomgale]

[ After checking on Asbel and the others, Sophie had taken off into the streets again. Her closest friends in Asgard were the next people on her list to check on, but every now and then, she had to take some detours and escort people to shelters if they needed it.

She knew that staying in the shelters would be safer, but she had the power to help others. She was willing to take some risks. And even going around weaponless, she already knew how to fight with her fists and legs.

Hearing footsteps come close, she turns to see a familiar face approaching her... familiar, but off just like the rest of the Taken. But Sophie doesn't want to accept it so easily, so she calls out to him. ]

Damien?

slow everywhere.... argenta will be tagged in later

[compressed]

[Damien doesn't say anything. Instead, he only looks blankly at Sophie and doesn't really waste his time. With the ice knife that he holds behind his back, he quickly brings it out and throw it, aiming at where Sophie's foot should be.]

slowkaaay......

[blossomgale]

[ She shifts back slightly, the knife landing right next to her foot. A close one, yet she steps around it and slowly, cautiously approaches Damien. ]

Damien, stop!

[ Despite hearing Alan's warning over the network, she refuses to kill her friend. She tried foolish attempts talking to the Taken before, and she's trying it again in hopes her words would reach... ]

We're friends, remember? We shouldn't hurt each other.

[compressed]

[Despite the mention of friends, he still moves, taking a step toward Sophie. Step, step, step. His movements look a little sluggish compared than his usual leisure walking pace.]

˙˙˙pnoן s,ʇı

[His voice sounds distorted as if it's mixed in with radio static. Ice starts growing where Sophie's feet are, with the intention of keeping her in place.]

[blossomgale]

[ While she could focus on using her powers to easily break out of the ice, she allows the ice to grow around her feet. And Damien to continue approaching.

She already knows her friend has become a Taken, yet she continues trying to talk. She has no desire to fight. ]

It's me, Sophie. We made a friendship pact at the park. Please stop, Damien...

[requisite]

[ he... really doesn't like this. he really, really doesn't like this. supernatural things rarely spell good news, and honestly, people have killed over less. but when half the city suddenly turns into a zombie apocalypse, you start to wonder about things. mainly what the hell are you doing out there standing around in the dark in the middle of the street?

this is the question that kaito asks himself as he jogs down the street, keeping a careful eye out for strange, ghastly figures wandering down alleyways, because the last thing he needs right now is to bleed out on the side of the road somewhere. he has to remind himself that he has a good reason for sticking his neck out like this. there are some people who aren't picking up their bracelets, and a few people that he knows will just head out into trouble regardless, despite everything, and him being the kind of person he is, he simply can't sit around and wait for everything to blow over.

because that's just the thing. it might not blow over.

at the very least, he's equipped with light sticks and canisters of water (and a dove, for precautionary measures) and he can maybe make a little bit of a difference. as Kaito. which is completely revolutionary in all sorts of ways. but this isn't the time for that, because he spots the back of a very familiar head, and-- ]

Oi! Brat! What are you doing out? [ -- finds someone who definitely shouldn't be wandering around after dark. ]

[compressed]

[He hears it. It's a familiar voice, but in the state that he is in right now, all the voices sound the same: loud, noisy, and unwanted din. Damien slowly turns. He's away from the lights, particularly the streetlamp that Kaito is standing near.

But that doesn't stop him from walking closer and closer. In fact, the more steps he takes towards Kaito, the streetlamp near him seems to flicker.

Flicker.

Flicker...

Until the lightbulb shatters and its shards fall to the ground.]

[requisite]

[ ......... okay, this suddenly took at turn for the worst. he had thought the black shroud around damien was suspicious and was wary of it, but seeing the way damien's moving-- kaito has an eidetic memory for people's movements, and that definitely isn't what he's used to seeing from the boy. it makes him stop cold in his tracks with a sinking feeling.

when the lightbulb shatters, he doesn't even flinch. ]

... can you even hear me anymore?

[compressed]

.˙ɹɐǝןɔ puɐ pnoן noʎ ɹɐǝɥ uɐɔ ı

[His voice sounds distorted like the sort of thing you hear on edited backwards audio of songs and there's a certain glow in his green eyes. And as true to his words from before, Kaito...

... He makes it rain icicles from above.]

evening; open!

[deputychief]

[Koizumi had stayed inside and watched at first. Then, as things got worse, he decided that he needed to practice to find effective methods against these things. Combat with his weak fire skills was difficult, but it wouldn't get any easier by avoiding it-- and as the conditions became worse, it was hard to believe that it wasn't his moment now, before things became completely impassable.

Practice. And perhaps checking on one or two of his friends. He's making his way towards the castle now, his hand lit with a small fireball, a flashlight in his pocket, and a lighter tucked away in his jacket. Be prepared.

From the castle, he's planning to go to all the other districts where friends, allies, compatriots might be. Catch him on his way to Heimdall and Freyr in particular.]

[corona]

[ She's higher him, running where the light falls down the small cross street a little ways up. It's not clear whose blood is on her clothes or where it's coming from, but if she's wounded she isn't wincing and if she's broken (inside, of course) you can't tell for her sprinting.

The approaching figure stops her in place, putting a cap on the excellent headway she'd been making and putting an edge of irritation in whatever she mumbles. It doesn't take long for her to recognize the purposeful stride or to connect it with the small fire she can see though the darkness, though. ]

Partner?

[ Her voice is only loud enough to be heard, friendly enough, but...she doesn't come any closer than she has to. Two hours ago Rapunzel would've been happy to rush him. Now she simply holds tight to the flare gun in her hand. ] Itsuki, it's Rapunzel.

[deputychief]

[The voice is immediately recognizable. But the stillness isn't, and so it's actually quite welcome, the clarification and the name. Indeed, though, he's also extra on his guard. Luckily, these enemies are pretty easy to tell -- unsubtle -- dangerous, but not in the way that he most fears; they won't be outwitting him anytime soon.

So he can trust that this really is Rapunzel, even before he takes the flashlight out, flips on the bracelet (just a little extra passive light), and keeps going towards her. The relief in his voice is carefully minimized, but quite clear.]

I'm really glad to see that you're still well. I was on my way over to Freyr House.

[But is she well? That's hard to tell with her like that. The bleaching glow of the flashlight reveals dark stains on her clothes. Very hard to tell. Very worrying.]

[glistens]

[ Her relief is a show of it's own: palpable, fast, and waking her up perhaps more than if she'd found him changed. She lets go of the second object she'd had fingers around, stowed away in one of many pockets on a vest much too large for her and smiles neatly. ]

What were you heading that way for? I'm - ah - really glad to see you too. [ As that pause to catch her breath shows well. The closer she gets, the better things seem. And if not for the bracelet she's flicking on and holding up for him to see (or the five others up her forearm), it could be any normal night in Asgard. ] Flashlight. Want one? They're brighter than the bracelet at longer distances.

[deputychief]

[What was he--Come on, girl.]

To make sure you were all right, of course.

[He's not in a very smiling state himself -- he's been at it for these last days, trying to prepare himself best for what he's sure is to happen tonight and tomorrow and perhaps the next day and... well, it could go on forever, couldn't it? As for the flashlight...]

I do have one of my own, [And he briefly flicks it on.] but I'll keep that too, if you have extras. [He pauses and looks at her, with a small smile.]

There's reason to believe, I think, that the situation is only going to get worse before it gets better. I hope you don't mind if from now on, I don't let my ally out of sight until it does get better.

ota

[notscared]

[The daylight suddenly vanishing catches Stiles off-guard, but it's a good thing that he was caught attempting to prepare for the night. He's holed up close to the library in the Odin District but he's in a bit of pickle.

There's Taken just...pacing, waiting outside the barrier of his nice pool of light and screaming at him, threatening to tear him apart and it's all he can do to shine his flashlight at them to ward them off.

He doesn't have a gun or any kind of weapon aside from his power. But honestly what can a little frostbite do to these things?! He's so screwed and pushing back a familiar tightness in his muscles in favor of not dropping his flashlight.

Stiles - in the back of his mind - wonders if he's dead and this is just punishment for being a pretty spectacularly shitty person.]

/sliiiiides in here and tl;dr's apparently

[predators]

[ This whole sudden darkness everywhere thing would be a little easier to deal with if Derek still had his werewolf mojo. With both his sense of smell and sight weakened, he's forced to be more careful, treading through the Taken-roaming grounds as quietly as possible.

Still, a few tight spots here and there are taken care of with quick, powered strikes that don't stop him from eventually making it to the Odin district. It's there that he catches sight of light -- of someone being crowded around thanks to a flashlight.

Moron is the first thing that rings in his mind, because to let yourself get into a situation like that? Good luck.

About to leave whoever it is to their own devices, he stops in favor of a familiar scent -- weak, very weak thanks to his muted senses -- coming from the source of light. Weak as it might be, Derek knows that scent, has spent one too many times being trapped with it thanks to the Kanima, and of course it would be Stiles because getting into trouble is apparently the only thing the teen is good at.

He honestly still considers leaving the kid, just for a bit.

So what ends up happening is this; a quick approach and Derek grabs two of them, throwing the trashing Taken as far off as he possibly can with his Thor-gifted strength, and then a quick punch at the closest remaining one should leave it stunned long enough for him to turn to Stile and grab the teen by the back of his neck. ]

Move, and don't lose the flashlight. [ Let's go, let's go, let's go. ]

this is a good thing.

[notscared]

[Stiles at first, cows at the sight of the prowling Taken being tossed around like rag-dolls. His first concern is dealing with whatever is bigger and badder out there but then he registers that it is Derek kicking some serious ass and he sits there with a slightly gobsmacked look on his face.]

Uh -

[Is all he has to offer before squawking indignantly as he's hauled to his feet. His legs are shaky but he stands and walking isn't nearly as much of a problem as he thought it would be.]

Wait! Wait! [Stiles quickly scrambles for the box of supplies he had been collecting for the impending night. Once he has it he moves like Derek told him to.]

What are you doing?!

[His voice is hushed to avoid attracting any more of those things but his flashlight will do that on it's own.]

\o/!

[predators]

[ Wait, wait is not something Derek wants to hear during a situation like this but the only thing he does is let out a frustrated growl. Still, the box of supplies might prove useful later, so the few extra seconds it takes for the teen to grab them are allowed until Derek is back to very much dragging the other away from the place. ]

Come on- [ The words are a hissed whisper. ] Can't stay here unless you want to be torn to shreds. [ Or become one of them, which would be worse, if you ask him. ]

And turn that off. [ But keep it. Light is a valuable thing, but yes, also an attraction they can't afford right now. ]

[notscared]

Are you kidding me? This is the only thing I got to protect myself!

[A little illogical at the moment but it probably wouldn't surprise Derek. Stiles may have been used to the supernatural aspect of his life now but that didn't mean a good old fashioned freak-out at almost being killed by shadow possessed people couldn't happen.]

[Still he's going along willingly with the dragging, even though he's half tripping over his own feet every other step and Derek could honestly be taking him to feed him to some epic monster he didn't particularly care at the moment. Right now anywhere was better than right here.]