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

[doitrockapella]

I don't want to die.

[It comes out quieter than she'd intended, but the surprise doesn't show on her face.]

[explosivecombat]

You're not going to.

[It slides out in Drachman, far more easily than it should.]

[doitrockapella]

[And again, she's quiet a minute, dwelling both on the sound of the unforced vowels and on the meaning that follows along behind them. It's hard to place, really, what it is she's just seen; it's not the fact that some of the mania seems to have faded from his demeanor, or the proof that he's not so far gone that he won't remember to speak Drachman to her. Or maybe it's a little of both, combined together into something else entirely — something that's brought back the simple recognition that he doesn't lie to her, and when he's given his word, he doesn't go back on it.

Even in this chaos, even with alchemy at his fingertips, even high on power and the thunder of battle, he's still Nietzsche. There's still...something.

Whether or not she's afraid of what he can do, she doesn't have to be afraid of him.]

You know what they'll say about you.

[Before she can think better of it, she darts forward, catching hold of the folds of his scarf just long enough to land a kiss on the corner of his mouth, and yet she doesn't stop moving, even then; as quick as she's there, she's gone, taking the last few steps to the edge of the ledge at full tilt and pivoting on the last so she careens over backwards with the ease and fearlessness of someone who's made that same dive a thousand times before.]