10/29 --- Δ Haggard Traveler’s Reprieve?????

[gluttoning]

Who: ??? & you!
What: Something's starting...
Where: Δ Haggard Traveler’s Reprieve (Twilight Shoreline)
When: Sunday, 10/29
Warnings: Will be added as needed.

( Perhaps intrigued by the mail allegedly sent by CC Corp, perhaps visiting the Shoreline by chance, gating into the Area goes as it always does, until the music stays cut for longer than it should, and the black, liminal transition screen lingers for a little too long. The seconds tick on. They near turn to minutes. You can't struggle, you can't argue— you can only simply be, and it occurs to you that maybe you'll be trapped midway here, conscious, for maybe forever.

And then you hear static. Your vision warps; pixels strain into words, blurred and unstable. You see them combat for your attention; you see— )



( And then you load in. )

( POST NAVIGATION )
( Sign-in Comment (Mandatory) • How to Play • Mechanics

Phase 1 • Round 1 • Round 2 • Round 3 • Round 4 • Round 5 • Round 6

Phase 2 • Round 7 • Round 8 • Round 9 • Round 10 •
Round 11 • Round 12

Epilogue )

Comments

[tablescraps]

( And from behind the Tarvos boundary, Macha's voice carries across the battlefield— crisp, clear, and haunting. )

I'll keep that one.

( Though exhausted from injury and combat, suddenly, Kara begins to stagger back up onto her feet. She's still run pretty ragged; her gait uneven, her breathing heavy, but there's something strange about her as she heaves her body up—

her eyes are black.

And despite her exhaustion, she's quick on her feet as she leaps forward, thunder sparking around her fists. With the rage of a storm, she executes Storm Rage (20) on Hector— a flurry of blows that beat his body and leave sensation of electrical burns in their wake. And yet, she isn't done— she sinks into a second stance, clearly about to combo into another attack to take Hector down.

Behind her head, a black halo frames her, not unlike Macha's.

Kara is charmed. The debuff icon lists the dispel condition as "???". Her HP is exceptionally low. )

[secondthoughts]

[ Ganymede scampers off (valid), and Hector turns his attention to Kara.

She begins to speak, and he doesn't pay much attention to it. She's just charmed, confused, whatever. Surely nothing a good bonk to the head can't—

But as he's fixing his grip on his staff, everything comes to a halt.

He watches with wide eyes as her own go black, as she leaps forward at him with the intent to kill. For a second, he doesn't know what to do, but much like Misteaks before her, the answer comes easy: nothing. He's not going to hurt Kara, not now. Even if this detestable AI program is encroaching on her.

His whole body aches, tingles. One of those blows definitely aggravated his shoulder. But he grits his teeth, and he doesn't let it show. ]

You're better than this, Kara. [ He chuckles as he sits up from the sand, staff splayed uncomfortably over his body clinking ever so slightly as he casts Ap Vorv for himself, protecting himself for whatever is inevitably coming next. ] Whatever Lily says to you is a lie, and you know it. Wake. Up.

[legendofthelion]

Hector! [Why is he just standing there?! Swallow was right they need to get everyone back to their senses, she didn't realize that was also going to be people who had no sense of self preservation.

The movement buff slows her ability to run so Dehya spins and launches her broadsword straight at Kara (19) instead.]

[tablescraps]

( The greatsword hits— and it's painful as hell, actually. At the site of impact, Kara's body bends back, like a damaged doll— and stays that way, backwards contorted, her body limp.

She's still.

The halo persists.

She snaps back up. Her eyes are black.

Then she turns on her heel, and dashes away with a speed hard to match; Tribal Grapplers are no joke. It looks like her concern isn't with Hector or Dehya anymore, but something over here. )