NIGHTMARE PLOT: BATTLE LOG

[these_balls]

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!
Log:





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 NUMBER TO MEET OR BEAT IS 55 PARTICIPANTS ☆.

REMEMBER: IF YOUR CHARACTER DOES NOT POST TO THE BOSSFIGHT LOG AT LEAST ONCE
(AS A TOP-LEVEL COMMENT OR IN RESPONSE TO SOMEONE ELSE'S TOP-LEVEL COMMENT)
BEFORE 7:00 AM EST on OCTOBER 31, THEY WILL NOT COUNT TOWARD THE 55-PARTICIPANT GOAL!

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QUICK LINKS

THE BOSSFIGHT INFOPOST | QUESTIONS FOR MODS | SUPERPOWERS REQUEST THREAD | BOSSFIGHT PARTICIPATION CHECK-IN

Comments

[capax_infiniti]

[When monsters shrink back and refuse to act, it's easy enough to tell what he's supposed to do. That familiar feeling, the feeling that he's lacked for the past few months... it winds through him again and he pulls. Of course his monsters won't fight... whatever pulled them all there has given him a reprieve.

He lets the darkness bubble up from beneath his skin, giving him an inky black aura, as he calls his blade to him and it comes, a familiar weight in his hands. His mind seeks out, reaching for whatever objects it can find...

Even if it's only temporary, he's going to give this thinga fight it'll remember. Silently he calls the magic to him, winding the words of his favourite spells silently, before unleashing both darkness and frost, leaping in with greater vigour than he's ever exhibited in his time here to strike.]

[usedswift]

[Tenten has to duck to avoid a sudden frost spell, wheeling at the last second to gape at the older man. Wow, that was actually really cool!]

Hey! Old man!

[Pity their conversation had only been over text.]

Think that could stick to some of my weapons?

[Can magic even work like that?]

sorry for lateness, work has been quite busy

[capax_infiniti]

If you would like, I can definitely arrange that...

[Magic is as malleable as molten steel to him, and already he's worked out a means to keep the spell from engulfing more than just the tools of her trade.

There could be time for introductions later.]

Attack, and I will provide!

no problem, I 100% understand!

[usedswift]

You got it!

[She's not completely sure what it is he's using, but it looks dangerous and useful. Crouching, she focuses her Chakra in her feet and uses it to propel herself straight upward, the paper of a scroll wrapping around her as she starts to summon several weapons one after another to throw at the shadowy figure.]

[capax_infiniti]

[And detecting what is flesh and what is tool, a cold coating wraps around each as it leaves her hand that spreads with alacrity when it finds its mark, creating a patch of ice that shatters after a moment. Another brief focus and he raises a hand, calling down a series of lightning strikes before them, before relaxing back into a ready stance. It's draining in a way that it isn't usually... something of a concern. No matter for the moment.]