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EVENT #13: ADVERSITY 8765546

EVENT #13: THE BEAST INSIDE US ALL


THE STORY SO FAR (click to expand)
-Over time, characters have discovered that the world of Expiation is actually a large, elaborate simulation run by an AI that seems to be intent on helping them atone for their crimes. This news is well-known by the Chosen, enough so that any new character who wishes to handwave this knowledge is able to do so.

-In September 2024, that AI needed to be reset as a consequence of some catastrophic systems failures. So far, there has been no downside to this reset–but the AI has also been strangely absent since then.

-Things have been quiet in Aldrip since September, aside from the routine arrival of new Chosen. The locals seem less than happy with the Chosen, though, as if they have already branded them all criminals. As if they no longer trust them…

EARLY MARCH / MARCH 11TH

Something doesn’t feel quite right, does it?

There’s a strange feeling in Aldrip, something tense and strained, as if something’s about to happen. The black lines outside of the Aldrip travel further into the city and begin to spread the miasma. The fields, crops and the portion of the forest continue to wither away as a result. The signs of catastrophe. The air is thick, as if it itself is waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Very abruptly, it does.

The earth quakes as something erupts from the ground: huge, snakelike heads, towering as tall as a two-story building. These heads seem to circle the city of Aldrip: a ring of threat, keeping everyone and everything within the city limits. These heads don’t change locations, and they only attack if someone gets too close. They seem almost like they’re waiting for something. At first, however, they’re invulnerable to damage. Those who get too close may be injured or even killed if they try…
TRANSFORMATION

As soon as Fauna hears the rumblings of the Beast, detects the presence of a monster, she's off without waiting for any information. Confronting monsters is what she does, after all. She transforms and attempts to destroy the Beast with her full might, but despite the fierce fight, she's unable to land any decisive hits. Eight heads are too much to fight alone, and as the fight drags on, she's cornered, and takes the Beast's attack head-on, canceling her transformation and sending her flying. But as she's blown away, from her pockets, seeds fall- A pair of seeds to grow trees from, or something greater. The seeds, divine items with no divinity to empower them, fall to the ground, and are absorbed into the Beast's black body...


What is it you wish for, deep down? What do you desire?

Those Chosen unlucky enough to be affected by wish seeds may find this wish consuming their thoughts and driving their actions. Slowly, surely, they find themselves…changing, turning into something that is not a human. These changes may be slow and painful, or they may be instantaneous. We encourage you to be creative in these changes, both physical and mental, but also to warn for potential body horror or any body part trauma that might need a content warning.

I wish… I wish…

Driven nearly to madness by their own desire, by whatever’s happening to them and whatever physical changes it brings, these Chosen may be dangerous, with uncontrollable urges or new powers they aren’t used to. Can their aggression be directed toward the coming fight? Time will tell.

SLAY THE BEAST

So much anger, hatred and pain, all rolled into a single calamitous entity, baring its fangs at the entire world. It's almost a little embarrassing for it to be out in the open like that, even if the other Chosen don't necessarily realize it's a part of him. It's not too long after the Black Beast's first appearance that Ragna makes his way to face it, though not before he makes sure everyone else has some information necessary to finish the job afterwards. But first, he would need to ensure they even stand a chance against the monster, and he came up with only one solution that could work ─ and that's to do so from within the Beast itself. And so, with a final sigh, muttering "What a pain in the ass," under his breath, Ragna approaches the giant creature unarmed. The nearest heads turn their attention to the man, immediately attacking and ripping him apart, devouring the remains.


Something has changed. Impervious until now, the Black Beast soon shows evidence of wear and tear: hits land, cuts remain, and its fighting becomes more vicious…but more desperate, too.

If the Chosen have any hopes for defeating this creature, now will be the time. Maybe if they hit it with everything they’ve got, they’ll be able to bring it down–one head at a time.

SAFE...TY?

In the past, there’s been protection. In the past, there’s been so-called “safe houses” that have been created by the environment for noncombatants or those who don’t wish to fight.

But no such thing appears.

Nothing will hold the monsters back, nothing will hold the effects of the Black Beast back as they rain destruction on the city. It seems as if the Chosen are on their own – for those who don’t wish to fight, or can’t fight, they must band together to find protection of their own. Characters who are able to fight may need to help protect these areas where those sorts of Chosen have decided to hunker down for safety. The locals have vanished completely, locked so tight into their own houses that Aldrip businesses come to a halt.

That is, unless Chosen work together to keep it going.

AFTERMATH

The Black Beast is finally put down after the hard and exhausting fighting. The black lines around the city fade away, and it seems the Chosen who have transformed… are unaffected. Those Chosen who find themselves confronting their “wish” will discover that they soon change back, shedding monstrous forms for their familiar forms. However, the Chosen who don’t confront their wishes will keep their monstrous forms, either fully or partially, for the indeterminate future. They might continue to struggle to keep their sense of self and fight against the monstrous urges. Maybe they continue to be more aggressive, have a hard time recognizing a friend from a foe and have a distorted view on what is their wish. Effects don’t wear off over time, this time. There’s no magical “reset” where they wake up one day and find themselves back to their normal selves.

No, either they confront their wishes, or they stay like this for… ? It’s up to the Chosen.

WILDCARD Make your own fun! Just because it’s not in the prompts doesn’t mean it’s not possible. Have at it! Go crazy! Try not to break anything (too much)!
nightwild: (pic#15737830)

[personal profile] nightwild 2025-03-11 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
i. aftermath

[Fauna had gotten cocky. There was no way around it. She had assumed she could handle any enemy... And maybe if it was a single enemy, she could have. But eight heads were too much for her. She was soundly trounced, and sent flying.

Now, in the outskirts of the forest, Fauna lies collapsed on the ground. Unconscious, and covered in wounds- She would be easy prey if the Black Beast followed up. Fortunately, there's someone coming to help her... If you can call that fortunate.]


ii. recovery

[After making a minor announcement about the state of things, Fauna is... well, she's stuck in bed in the clinic. She was pretty heavily wounded, after all, and needs to recover...

For the most part, she'll be lying down and recovering. But once she heard about more of the monsters out, or the lack of safe zones, she'll be trying to pull herself out of bed. Ignoring her own injuries, she's getting up and trying to transform- Anyone else in the clinic will probably need to stop her from only making her wounds worse.]
chimericalclaw: (o: pardalis)

fauna delivery service

[personal profile] chimericalclaw 2025-03-11 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[It would be easy to mistake the crystalline panther that comes to her as an enemy, between its sharp unnatural form and the traces of blood on it. However, after only a moment of staring down at her, it begins to push at her side with its head in a spot she's at least less obviously injured, as if encouraging her to wake and move.

It has other methods of moving her if need be, but this will go faster if she's capable of doing anything.]
nightwild: (pic#15737841)

[personal profile] nightwild 2025-03-11 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[It takes her a minute to stir, but... After a moment, her eyes clench, and then open.

... A monster. Crap.]


Wi- Wild Ch-

[But she can't- She doesn't have the power. She's taken too much damage. If she tried to transform now... It would take her body. She would lose more of her humanity.

But it's better than dying, isn't it?

She grips her brace, unable to move it. But even this beaten, she stares up at the monster defiantly, as if daring it to do its worst.]
chimericalclaw: (o: pardalis)

[personal profile] chimericalclaw 2025-03-11 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Very well, Fauna, have it your way. Its worst is—

Pressing a paw against her face like an annoyed cat.

Its attitude properly expressed, it turns and begins to try to shove its way underneath her. She's not getting out of here on her own two legs, that much is obvious.]
nightwild: (pic#16538818)

[personal profile] nightwild 2025-03-11 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[She braces herself for the attack, ready for the fangs or claws and-

... Instead, it's trying to get under her?

It would be cute if her ribs weren't entirely agony.]


What are you doing....
chimericalclaw: (o: crys)

[personal profile] chimericalclaw 2025-03-11 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Silly girl. Have you never ridden an animal before! Impatient, the creature offers her some encouragement in the form of a tiny, static zap to her middle as it scoots its way to getting her on top of it.

Another crys arrives from within the forest, then another, their forms much less obviously a reflection of a particular animal between the large sharp jaws and tiny hooves. They stop close by, turning their backs to Fauna as if guard dogs on high alert.]
nightwild: (pic#15737831)

[personal profile] nightwild 2025-03-11 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[She stares. Monsters... But they're helping her? Were they minions of another monster... A Wish's offshoots? But... That's not...

Her vision goes hazy. The static zap jolts her up a bit, but once she's on the monster's back... She can feel her consciousness slipping again...

As she passes out again, all she can think is... Why are they protecting her?]
chimericalclaw: (o: cursed)

[personal profile] chimericalclaw 2025-03-11 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Between the panther and its two companions, they manage to keep her balanced enough to travel, and they dart towards the city.

Zekarion has been watching the chaos of the Black Beast's emergence from a distance, theorizing, waiting. One of the crys he'd pointedly left in the wilderness arrives then and points him in a particular direction, and though he's not pleased to be potentially seen in their company, he knows they work on his own will. He orders it to rejoin the others, heading towards the edge of the city.

Before long, three more of his creations are in sight—along with a familiar head of red hair. The monsters see him, as well, and after depositing the girl on the ground, move to disappear into the city, their current task complete. He half mutters to himself:]


Fauna?

[There can be no doubt about it. In fact, the circumstances come to him easily with how terribly predictable she is... His pace increases.]

Fauna!

[He slides to his knees next to her, a hand on her shoulder for the practical purposes of detecting how badly she's injured. Even with her enhancements, he can tell she needs immediate attention...]

Can you hear me?
nightwild: (pic#17451905)

[personal profile] nightwild 2025-03-11 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[After a moment, one eye cracks open.

Zekarion... Did he save her? That makes more sense. The monsters must have been a strange dream.... She looks up at him.

Her body is enhanced, but the Beast was still too strong. It seems like no bones are broken, thankfully, but she's still taken quite a beating. The internal damage is severe- She must have taken quite a few blows directly to the ribs. She's bleeding heavily, as well. So...]


I... What about the monster...?
chimericalclaw: (a: victims)

[personal profile] chimericalclaw 2025-03-11 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[A surge of emotion he thought he'd left behind a long time ago swells in him and he finds himself raising his voice at her, an uncharacteristic sharpness in his gaze.]

Worry about yourself right now, you foolish girl!

[He grits his teeth as he calms himself, shaking his head. After a breath, at a lower volume:]

You went to fight it by yourself, didn't you?
nightwild: (pic#16446299)

[personal profile] nightwild 2025-03-11 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her ears droop. Yeah, that's... a fair reaction.]

'F course I did... I have to fight.

[Her mind is racing, trying to pull together the scraps of memory and consciousness into something cohesive.]

But it's... still out there...
chimericalclaw: (a: difficulty)

[personal profile] chimericalclaw 2025-03-11 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
It is.

[He won't sugarcoat it. That monstrous creature is still raging. Perhaps it's a miracle its form hasn't intruded into the city yet. Perhaps it's by design. He doesn't know.

His voice is quiet but insistent.]


Next time—you ask for help. Do you understand?
nightwild: (pic#16016059)

[personal profile] nightwild 2025-03-11 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
... No way...

[So she says, but it's hard to even talk.]

I can... handle it alone...
chimericalclaw: (o: fracture)

[personal profile] chimericalclaw 2025-03-11 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
and there you have it | information

[After he's made sure Fauna is getting the help she needs, he gets to business. By this time, Ragna has already explained the nature of the Black Beast, and Fauna's warning about her wish seeds has been added, something he can't help but think of as significant. With the nature of that program's questions earlier in the month, he can't help but think—was all this by design...?

At the start of his message to the network is a set of three locations: one near the docks, one near the city center, and one in the northern residential district.]


Anyone who's injured can take shelter at my businesses or home if they're unable to reach the Clinic or somewhere safer. I'll come retrieve you myself if the Arztenritter don't get to you first.

If you're willing to deliver supplies, contact me. Once we make it through this I'll make sure you're compensated.


when the outside temperature rises | recovery

[Outside of conversations on the network, he spends his time moving between where others have gathered to see what's needed and returning to Willow Clinic to make certain those who need to be there stay there. He keeps an eye out for anyone who might be injured and unable to move on their own, more than willing to carry them away. Unless confronted about it, he's not going to bother pretending he cares about the danger of traveling by himself; besides, he has no intention of fighting anything.]

are they trying to tell you something? | interlude; cw: mild body horror under the cut
[It's been a few days. It's hard to know if the progress that's been made is significant, when any of them is at risk of causing further destruction and harm and no safe place seems to be guaranteed to protect them against the beast's rain of destruction. Nevertheless, he continues in his role of the active civilian who knows his limits to some extent; he's retired to his small home for the moment to rest and recharge, though it would hardly be a problem for him to continue, truthfully. Still, he has to admit he's not had to deal with crises like this in some time, always on edge with the promise of violence around every corner.

A slow breath leaves him. He's not supposed to be here; if his plans had proceeded as they were meant to, it would have been over months ago. How much longer must he abide this, clawing for every tiny scrap of information, not knowing what might finally get him something of use and not knowing what might make all his efforts worthless? If only he didn't have to suffer this miserable existence any longer...

Zekarion brings a hand to his face, feeling his exhaustion getting the better of him.

He feels something—damp.

Sluggish, he pulls his hand away with a frown and sees a black substance on his palm, unfamiliar to him, though it reminds him of the way Chaos's corrupted pawns sometimes ended...

—no.

No. Not now. He can't lose control like this.

With much more urgency, he brings his hand back to his face to try to locate the source, as if he might somehow stave off the black fluid seeping from his eyes and nose with enough pressure—

Half of his vision blurs as his hand meets nothing, moving through the space where part of his head has evaporated into dark mist.

He's filled at once with terror and the sensation of his insides dissolving. He chokes past the shadow now spilling from his lips in a futile cry:]


No!

[His attempt to stagger towards the door—towards help, maybe, in his desperate thoughts—doesn't take into account that his leg has melted into shade, and what's left of him collapses into a pathetic heap, a cloud of fluid darkness gathering around him instead of taking its proper place as his physical form.

Zekarion's hand darts into the still-solid inner pocket of his jacket and he scatters a number of Gem fragments, tiny slivers becoming four-legged creatures with giant jaws in moments. With no time to think, he gives them a single order, the last act of an unaltered mind.]


Protect the Chosen—

[He no longer has a mouth to speak. But the crystalline creatures have heard his command; some dash immediately out, breaking doors and windows on their way to complete their mission. The others loyally remain around the dwindling remnants of their master, one attempting to shove its head into the slowly-escaping cloud as if to push it back into a solid man before it sinks into the shadows of the room.

But within seconds, there's nothing left of him, and they too depart to follow their orders.]

[Onyx's creatures made of black stone scatter, moving in packs of two at most. They continue partly as Altius did—searching for those injured and unable to move on their own, the clacking of their hooves slowing as they cautiously move closer to anyone fallen to examine them. Others seek out those affected by the power of the wish seeds, butting their hard heads in strategic places to trip up any aggressive monsters or blocking direct attacks against other Chosen, sometimes to the point of breaking into unmoving pieces, revealing the rings of white at their core.

Despite this, they make no effort to defend themselves from other Chosen, only evading what they can for the sake of lasting long enough to fulfill their master's order. They can't protect anyone if they're shattered.]


i'm coming down with a fever | shade; cw: discussion of suicide in threads

[Somewhere in the city, it's dark. That's an inevitability; even at the brightest point of the day, shadows will be cast under trees, into abandoned buildings, across alleyways.

Anyone passing through this darkness might feel like, somehow, that shadow has become a bit heavier; like a thick fog clinging to them. They may even feel a pleasantly numbing chill where that darkness touches. Then, there comes a forlorn murmur—in a familiar voice to some of the Chosen—in their ear:]


Wait, please...

[There's no source apparent for the voice—no presence detectable through supernatural means nor discernible by looking in the shadows. Even so, the words are too real to ignore, aren't they? Or perhaps that not-quite-touch is enough to provoke a reaction on its own, even before the voice can be heard.]

oh, dear | wildcard

[Want something else? Want Zekarion to rescue or be targeted by your character? Let me know at my plotting comment, or at [plurk.com profile] lumieresdedragon! A note: While Altius himself isn't detectable via magic/etc, his crystal monsters are.]
chimericalclaw: (a: alert)

[personal profile] chimericalclaw 2025-03-11 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Stubborn. Not unexpected, but still frustrating.]

You're not fooling anyone.

[He won't waste any more time; he slides an arm under her knees and behind her back, slow and deliberate with the way he lifts her off the ground as to not cause her more pain than necessary. They're going to the clinic, whether she likes it or not.]
nightwild: (pic#15737811)

[personal profile] nightwild 2025-03-11 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[... Is this a princess carry. She feels confusion- Why her? Why is she being picked up like she's fragile? Like she's weak? Like...

Like she's someone who should be protected?

She shakes her head- and winces, learning not to do that- but...]


I have to. I have to handle it...
chimericalclaw: (o: no more games)

[personal profile] chimericalclaw 2025-03-11 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[He rises to his full height with the girl in his arms and moves with long strides.

His tone makes it clear he disagrees, but fine—he'll allow her the chance to explain herself, if that makes any difference.]


Why?
nightwild: (pic#15737811)

[personal profile] nightwild 2025-03-11 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Because...

I have the power to. So... I have to... So others don't...

[If she doesn't, then who will? People who don't want to shouldn't have to. And... Because she doesn't trust anyone to help.]
chimericalclaw: (a: fact)

[personal profile] chimericalclaw 2025-03-11 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
But you don't have that power; not on your own. Look at what that thing has done to you.

[He's not accusatory as he says it, glancing down at her; merely frank.]

Others will have to anyway, now. You have to accept that.
babilun: (GIL_064)

Gilgamesh | Fate/Grand Order

[personal profile] babilun 2025-03-11 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Observer
[ How boring.

Was what Gilgamesh thought to himself as he observed the chaos from a safe distance. The King of Heroes yawned to himself in pure boredom.

Humanity sure do love throwing themselves into chaos. Why should he bother to help them? That wasn't his role. His role is simply to observe with eyes that saw the deep. Louging around on Vimana, the King of Heroes crossed his legs on the throne as he watched Chosen turn into monsters and fight. Resisting their urges to go rampage.

Well, there indeed were a wide variety of appearances. Well, that was none of his business. He is going to do his usual business.

Standing up from his throne, Gilgamesh walked to the edge of his aircraft and stepped off the surface, into the air, free-falling before landing onto the ground like he jumped off a step of stairs. Vimana disappears back into his Gate as the King of Heroes takes a leisurely stroll in the chaotic streets. Ignoring everything that was in his way. ]


I need more wine.


WILDCARD & OOC NOTE )
( Please forgive me, my brain has enough energy for 1 singular prompt, but also, Gilgamesh is a character that wouldn't help out in this situation. He would simply watch. Please do not expect him to help out. He has no reason to. If you want to plot something out, please feel free to hit me up on plurk! [plurk.com profile] zasshuu )
babilun: (GIL_C000)

@ Dazai cw: death right off the bat

[personal profile] babilun 2025-03-11 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Did you find a nice way to die, Master?

[ Gilgamesh spoke to Dazai in his head. He was in Spirit Form, watching the brunette not that far away. ]
babilun: (GIL_010)

@ Minato

[personal profile] babilun 2025-03-11 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh my, I didn't expect actually to catch something.

[ The King of Hero muses as he was looking at an upside-down Minato that he "fished out" from the pile of creatures and humans with the Chain of Heavens like he was fishing. ]

Why is it that we always meet, Mongrel?
babilun: (GIL_051)

@ Nurashiyadoumanrihyon

[personal profile] babilun 2025-03-11 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The skies were cloudy. Noises and screams were all around them.

Yet this golden king and youkai were simply chilling on Vimana, drinking sake and chowing down on some snacks. ]


A pity there are no stars for us to observe.
followyourstar: (09)

fever

[personal profile] followyourstar 2025-03-12 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[It isn't the chill that stops Dante in their tracks, but the voice reaching out from the darkness. It's familiar, and for a moment they wonder if they should start walking again, get out of the shadows and into the light, but something roots their feet to the ground.

...

They don't like this. But since their body seems unwilling to let them ignore it...]


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