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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Comments

[moveslikestrider]

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.

[lieutenantantichrist]

[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.]

[moveslikestrider]

[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??

[lieutenantantichrist]

[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.