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NIGHTMARE PLOT: BATTLE LOG

Who: Nightmare Plot participants!
Where: THE BASEMENT (dun dun dunnnnn)
When: Wednesday, October 30
Summary: IT'S NOT CHERNOBOG. But you still have to fight it.
Rating: PG-13 in general; please mark threads that go higher accordingly!
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YOU ARE HERE. IT LOOKS LIKE THIS. YOU'RE FIGHTING THIS. (IT'S NOT CHERNOBOG.)

ALSO, MOOD MUSIC.

KEY:

• RED areas are inaccessible regions! This time, characters have a little less discretion in what they perceive as the reason for the inaccessibility; it'll either be something like a broken or crumbling wall, a locked door, an archway overgrown with dangerous-looking vines, thick fog, or something else of that nature!

• The GREEN area is the set of stairs you used to get down here in the first place! Again, this is here so you know where your starting point is in relation to everything else.

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[The sound of rain is louder and louder.]

[Blake has had days of being jerked around by this place. He's been ground down by fighting back against the constant undercurrent of exhaustion and fear.]

[He's had enough.]

[When he gets to a huge room like one of those damn sketches people who think they're smart put on their walls, and he feels the dark, wet mass in the middle turn its eye on him, he's not scared anymore.]

[He's mad.]

[Good, old-fashioned, strong, clarifying anger, washing his tiredness away and filling him with purpose. It'd never made him glow red before, but who gives a fuck about the details right now?]

[He sees a wave of creatures rise up and rush toward him. He stands his ground.]

Come on, you sonsa bitches!

[He'll clobber them with his bare fists, but his real power isn't for him: anybody he touches will find their strength renewed and their powers supercharged as they are filled with the might and courage of a raging jackass.]

[All of this was pretty much right up Bro's alley. Now that he had a weapon, a fucking katana, he was fucking set. More than that, he had his speed back. The ability to flash step. It was fucking wonderful.

What wasn't wonderful, however, was the monster. It was really kinda unsettling. It reminded Bro of the creature he'd been fighting in SBURB before ending up here after scratching the beat mesa. He didn't like it at all. Which obviously meant he had to kill it.

But the loud yell from Blake is a pretty good distraction for the moment. He turns his attention to him, eyebrows raising when he sees the man glowing.]

Holy shit. Dude, you look like a fuckin' gothic nightlight over there.

[And while Blake's holding the monsters' attention, this will charge in, the force of the impact sending most of them flying, several of them falling down the pit in the center. The creature stops on a dime in front of Blake, looks over at him, and promptly fades away in green motes of dim light.

Slaughterhorn are awesome. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.

The source of the slaughterhorn is of course Domri, who's ended up nearby from the flow of the battle. He currently has a giant six-eyed cat watching his back, who's looking a bit tired until Domri holds out his hand, palm facing it and fingers splayed. Tendrils of green energy run over the maaka and it gets a burst of strength, fighting off the monsters with renewed vigor.

Domri notices Bro now too and makes his way over, spear in hand. He looks a bit tired, but also like he's enjoying himself.]

You having fun?

I'm not taking shit from anybody with a ninja sword!

[Dirk was moving around faster than a human should be able to, that damn punk kid is pulling giant spiky rabbits out of his hat, and Blake is all out of fucks to give.]

[Blake flings a creature away. They make a wet squish every time he hits one. He's breathing hard and his muscles are burning.]

[He yells toward Domri] Get your damn housecat over here to help me!

[There's a whole swarm of these things. Blake stumbles back and grabs toward the nearest thing for balance. That happens to be Dirk.]

[The instant he touches him, Dirk blazes red.]

[Bro doesn't quite know what the things Domri is in control of are, but he's damn well impressed by them. Even if he's come close to being trampled by one mid-flash step. He lets out a low whistle as it charges at the enemies, which to him look vaguely like puppets.

Of course this place would try scaring him with his own damn puppets.]

Hey, I ain't the one giving you shit, it's-

[He stops as Blake stumbles into him, and suddenly it's himself glowing red. He feels... energized. Stronger. It's a weird feeling, but damn he suddenly feels like he can take on even more of these bastards.

So he flash steps away, swinging his sword through a group of them, killing them all before coming to a stop next to Domri.]

I'm having a fuckin' blast. Hey Carter, do your little glowy thing on Domri and give him a piece of the pie.

Don't tell me what to do!

[Domri sidesteps and spears one of the monsters as it charges for him, then uses its momentum to swing it around so that it comes off of the spear and knocks over another one. How many minions does the big one have? And here Domri was unable to use his best summons. Why did this battle have to take place inside an enclosed space that was too small for half of Domri's creatures to be able to fight effectively in? Or even fit in, in a couple of cases.

But he supposes that he could keep Blake from dying. He's keeping the maaka with him though.

He spins and stretches out his hand in Blake's direction. The air above Blake ripples and a giant camel spider drops down, legs impacting the ground all around him while its body hovers above like an extremely creepy cage.]

Kill everything around the old man!

[The Giant Solifuge immediately begins doing so, with extreme prejudice.

With Bro having provided a breather for a moment, Domri takes the opportunity to glance around and get a better sense of how this chaotic mess was progressing and complain.]

There's not enough space here to summon anything really good! I'm stuck with just the small animals here!

[No, the wide platform around the pit isn't suddenly a narrow ledge and yes Domri has the world's largest cat and spider at his command. Domri just has a very different idea of what constitutes "small".]

[Blake sees whatever he did bolster Dirk and send him slicing through the things like a hot knife through butter, and he feels a spark of something kind of like pride.]

[He doesn't have much time to spectate.]

Jesus fuck!

[Blake hits the ground as something huge warps into existence above him. It smells like a wild animal and has a whole shitload of legs that it uses to skewer the monsters around them and, somehow, not Blake.]

I'm not old, you little punk!

[He scrambles to his feet and darts out between the thing's legs. He does not want to be under there if it falls down.]

If that's a fuckin' small animal, leave the little bastards to me and tell it to hit the big daddy!

[He gives that some emphasis by slapping Domri on the shoulder.]

[Bro isn't really one to be afraid of spiders. He really isn't. But when there's suddenly a gigantic spider, it's a little hard not to stare at it in abject horror. He knows it's Domri's, which is why he doesn't attack it. But god the temptation is there. It's enough to distract him for the moment, so he doesn't quite hear the banter between Blake an Domri.

When he turns his attention back on them, Domri is being slapped on the shoulder and is then turning red.]

Fuckin' spiders... [He shakes off his little moment and gets his head back in the game.] We shouldn't be worryin' about these small fry, we need to focus on the big daddy.

[Any complaint that Domri might have had about the slap is overridden by the sudden rush of power flowing into him from Blake. He throws his head back and lets out a yell of exhilaration before refocusing on the here and now with a grin.]

Why did you say that there was no such thing as magic when you can do something like that? This is great!

[He glances around again excitedly, pausing to raise his hand and give a boost to the spider, who is unfortunately rather fragile despite its power. If he lets one of his summons die they'll just be a corpse and he won't be able to summon them again later, so he needs to keep an eye on them. But back to the current topic.]

None of the animals I can summon can fly. Ragebeasts wouldn't be able to get around all these stairs, and most of the wurms I can summon wouldn't be able to fit in here and still fight. We would all get crushed by it along with the big one.

[Well maybe not him, if he went out into the hallway before the wurm appeared, but killing everyone and everything in the room probably wasn't the best idea. He'd prefer that the wurm didn't die. So does he have anything else that could work?

...Well there's the small wurm, if he can find a place for it to support itself while it reaches across to the big monster. There's also that, but it... huh... what if...]

Could either of you run across something like a thick rope and climb on that thing to attack it?

[Blake isn't thrilled with his luck when it comes to these magic power things, but he has to admit making the kid do an old-fashioned rebel yell is kinda great.]

Cause I've never been magic before!

[Oh shit he did not think this through, a giant glowing pissed-off spider is not what he envisioned. But as long as it's on their side, it's not all bad. Blake just hopes it uses up all its energy on the monsters before it decides to get revenge for all its little brothers Blake has ever swatted with a magazine.]

[Blake doesn't get most of what Domri's talking about besides something about being crushed. He picks up on the last part.]

Yeah, no problem. If you can pull a tightrope out of your ass, now's the time to do it.

[Kind of overstating his powers of balance there, but dammit he'll try.]

[[OOC: This thread is a bit hard for me to keep up with so with this tag I am going to bow out! Sorry guys, large scale fights are just apparently not my area of expertise.]]

Yeah, I c-

[Bro stops, something catching his attention out the corner of his eye. When he turns, he notices a group of the minions creeping up on someone he knows a ways away.]

Yo, y'all have fun with that, I got a thing to do.

[And then he's flash stepping away, off to slice through those bitches like a hot knife in butter. From there, he gets distracted fighting and doesn't return.]

Where are you...

[Domri trails off; Bro's already flash stepped away.

He glances around, then raises his hand, facing his palm towards a clear section of Escher stairs nearby that juts slightly closer to the big monster. The air distorts and a bizarre insect skitters out. While it reorients itself, Domri continues to hold up his hand, fingers shifting slightly. The insect suddenly triples in size, and Domri lets his arm drop to his side.]

Hold on tight and stab that big thing!

[The insect grips the stairs with its legs and opens a maw that runs the entire length of its body. Two long tentacles with sharp tips emerge from it, wave in the air for a moment, then launch themselves across the chamber to stick into the giant monster.]

Keep holding on and keep them tight!

[He turns to Blake.]

There's your ropes.

["Rope" isn't the best description anymore; since Domri enlarged the skylasher the tentacles are at least as thick around as Blake's arm.]

[Blake yells after Dirk] Keep those things off our ass!

[When he turns around he's face to mandible with a giant bug with a face like a wheat thresher.] Holy fuck!

[The giant bug spits some kinda harpoons out of itself. They jab right into the big mama.]

[Blake's eyes go wide enough to take up most of his face.] You gotta be kidding me.

[The punk kid is looking at him expectantly. And you know what? Blake isn't backing down. He's not that kind of guy.]

[When the going gets tough, you don't crawl away and cry.]

[You scramble up the giant bug's tentacles and punch the monster right in the fucking face.]

[A wild laugh comes from Blake's right and Dave appears, carrying his heavy blade and wielding it as if the weapon weighed nothing at all. Then he vanishes, four monsters falling as they're suddenly split in various ways.

Time slows down for any monster close by as he returns into visual, red power washing off him like fog off a vast lake. He salutes the cop and looks to the side where another Dave is dancing between his opponents and carving them to shreds.]

Told you I'd find you when everything went crazy again. You got moxy, I'll give you that.

[He side steps something attempting to come at him, letting it charge past and into the path of a third Dave who butchers it with a swordsman's finesse.] I will be your knight of time this evening. Dishing out all the time you'll ever need or want because I got all of it.

Sup.

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[Blake's eyes dart between the blond kids with swords on every side. He looks right at home, too, flashing around like a fish in water.]

[Moxy, the hell is this kid, James Cagney?]

The fuck are you doing?! [The bigger injustice hits him] How come I can't do that?!

[One of the monsters lifts its head. It's one of the ones that looks like a guy in a dark suit with the long, spindly fingers and the bones that jut out at the wrong angles. It leaps forward right toward him and it's too damn fast]

[But as soon as it gets near Dave, its motion in midair turns sluggish, like it's moving against a current]

[Blake grabs it and throws it down. He smashes its head against the floor until the black glass of its face shatters.]

[He yells to Dave]

I got no idea what you're doing, but do it more!

[Wow, that's some violence going down right there. Dave ducks around something that looks dog like with long wings and cuts left to right, chopping it in half with his blade. He side steps a swipe at his face while the Dave to Blake's left laughs.]

You can't do it because I'm operating with what I can do outside of poke world. Or maybe because you don't know The Rules. [He emphasizes the words and flashes past a monster that tries to strike low. He kicks it in the face. Another Dave takes up the explanation as if it isn't a big deal that they're all talking.]

Big tm on that because they're the important thing anyone tossing around or walking through time has to follow. You don't and,

[He makes a cutting gesture at his throat. The one at the left, whirls and sweeps his blade at one creature with a blade, pressing a bit against the dark blade locking his in place.] Time won't tolerate loose ends.

Bet you can guess the rest.

[Blake's head whips around as the thread of conversation leaps from one Dave to another.]

Kid, you lost me at time travel.

[One of the ones that looks like a pale, spidery man with black pits for eyes throws itself at Blake, howling child of Satan. Blake drives his fist into its stomach.]

Shit, all that matters is, which one is the real you?!

[No time to wait for an answer. Blake smacks the nearest Dave on the shoulder.]

You're missing the point, [It's like a fun house in here with how they all laugh. Creepiest shit this side of town. Dave to the right snaps a kick at the thing Blake's taking on. He draws back, letting the cop handle it.

Dave on the left gives a squawk of protest at the swat as he is knocked off balance and nearly gets his head taken off. Or so it feels like. His shades got a little knocked askew.]

We're all real. Question you should be asking is which one is the furthest ahead in time. [Left Dave drops down and rises in a rising strike that takes care of the baddie he was dealing with.] Rude. Can't you see I'm warding off evil over here? If I was a priest making unholy spirits gmf you'd be screwed. So screwed.

[Creepy isn't the half of it. The kid's laugh echoes all around.]

[Whichever one is Dave, that kick from one of them got the monster looking in the wrong direction for long enough that Blake had the perfect chance to tackle it and punch it in the face over and over, until it howls and bursts into mist.]

[Blake's getting pretty good at this.]

[He levers himself to his feet and gives the Dave he smacked a smirk.] Just wait for the kick.

[Whatever's going on with this glow around Blake, it doesn't do a damn thing to him, but anybody he touches gets lit up and sure as hell acts like they got a supercharge.]

[Whatever is going on with Blake is like high octane gas injected into a eight cylinder engine. In other words, the smacked Dave breathes in and laughs in a way that's entirely different from the rest. The boost is like a flood of color into a darkened room.

It's exactly what he needs.

He tips his shades down, giving Blake a look at eyes burning with time's power, the gears in his irises turning rapid speed.] Sure. Keep watch, copper. This is what I was born to do.

[Then he's gone and in one heart beat to the next, monsters are falling a lot faster than they had been. He's at the center of the destruction, cleaving his blade from left to right. Side to side, as the fight dictates in that point in time. The Dave on the right whistles appreciatively.]

Shit.

What did you do. Make us the energizer bunny??

[Usually Blake would be humiliated to have a teenager fighting his battles for him, but seeing him tear through those monsters like a mouthy comet...well, that's a kind of pride.]

[There was something weird in his eyes that Blake can't begin to deal with, so instead he goes to pick off a couple of the ones the multiple Daves aren't covering]

Hell if I know! I guess I'm just a fuckin' inspiration.

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