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MarinaNova NPCs ([info]marinanova_npc) wrote in [info]marinanova,
@ 2013-12-17 00:48:00

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Entry tags::mingle, aidan reilly, alex karev, aradia megido, artemis crock, asami sato, bonnie bennett, brian moser, charlotte charles, data, dexter morgan, duo maxwell, duo maxwell (au), eric northman, haruka tenoh, helen magnus, ianto jones, jack harkness, jean-luc picard, kelly-087, kitty pryde (evolution), klara guildsen, korra, lacus clyne, liz forbes, lyle dylandy, malcolm reynolds, martha jones, mgann morzz, michiru kaiou, number one, penelope garcia, piper halliwell, piter de vries, rebecca crane, richie foley, rose, saetan sadiablo, sam winchester, sarah williams, sougo okita, spike, terry mcginnis, tieria erde, ton phanan, toul, trowa barton, tyki mikk, wally west, yuuki kuran, yuuri shibuya, zero kiryuu

250 - Fear Itself Mingle
[ Today is a day where most would be at risk of oversleeping.The dome lies dark like in the dead of night. The sun hasn’t risen today, streetlights casting a dull yellow glow and occasionally flickering out into nothing, only to spark back to life a moment later. There is no electric flicker from the kiosk. The Wardens are still. The wardens are silent.

The dome isn’t silent. There is a rustling of leaves, a snapping of twigs. Claws, scraping against concrete. The inhuman screech of an animal in peril, an animal hunting, an animal hunted. A screech that promises sharp claws and sharper teeth and blood.

The dome isn’t still either. There is something moving, thick as a shadow, tangible as a chill down your spine. Something that doesn’t belong here, something that snuck in when no one was looking. A boogeyman under the bed. A ghost in the closet. A will o’ the wisp, blinking in and out of existence under the flickering streetlights. Whatever it is it’s moving, leaving a trail of cold, dead fear wherever it passes. Something dark. A shadow so pitch black that it blots out the very lights in your heart, dragging your fears out screaming and kicking, reducing even the strongest, toughest man to a blubbering baby.

Perhaps best to stay in bed today, Marina. ]

((OOC: Event information HERE. We ask the winners of the raffle to fill out a simple survey and then tag into the Vapor thread HERE! Happy mingling, Marinanites! ))


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[info]hastohappen
2013-12-26 05:13 am UTC (link)
[ Nearly silent, of course, is not quite silent. Not completely. Whatever small noise was made in his approach is enough to inspire Dexter to tighten his grasp over the handle of the knife, to turn towards it not with his head but with his eyes alone... but the hissing of his name is enough to dissipate a large portion of that increased tension.

He doesn't exactly know Rudy well, but he is someone at least familiar in this, and allies are preferable. They'd clearly been more than formidable alongside one another - a matter which he'll have to come back to examine when he's no longer in imminent danger nor quite as rattled as he is now. Even aside from the strategic advantages, his company is not entirely unwelcome. That is strange, and for now Dexter will have to let it go as an effect of his emotional turmoil. ]

Rudy.

[ His own tone is likewise hushed in response, with almost a shade of relief to it - he's as confused by that as anyone, though it probably is for the best his sister's boyfriend isn't dead, right?

He moves forward, shifting his weight off of the pole, and gives the area as much of an examination as he can - then out of what little light it provides and towards the voice, again into the cover of the darkness. He should ask after his wellbeing - the thought nags at Dexter, an echo of Harry's code that isn't nearly as intrusive as it normally would be, not nearly strong enough to motivate him to act on it. Instead, once he makes out the shape of Rudy in the darkness, he again glances around. It's not the type of alertness he generally practices, it's more... nervous. 'On edge' would be a massive understatement. ]

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[info]cold_dry_pieces
2013-12-26 05:26 am UTC (link)
[Darkness and Dexter and the heavy iron scent of blood. If the fear hits them now, Brian is going to be a goner. Too familiar, even in the face of everything else, everything impossible and insane.

He doesn't look at the other man as he approaches; both of them have good instincts, both of them are alert and on edge. He's still holding onto his own knife-- the point is down but the grip is firm, and he's ever-ready, just in case the dark streets hold any surprises.]

Where were you?

[he asks, after a moment, very quietly. There's a certain shade of what the fuck happened to you? in his tone. That's too much blood, isn't it? He's been no slouch but he has to doubt that Dexter did all of that himself.]

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[info]hastohappen
2013-12-27 04:32 am UTC (link)
[ Though quiet, there is a sharp edge to Dexter's voice - an almost emotional tinge to it, less perfectly steady than it should be. Frustrated. Maybe even unnerved. ]

I don't know.

[ He doesn't and it's a startlingly uncomfortable and unfamiliar fact he has to own. After the encounter... well, he'd lost his bearings. Speaking of that... ]

There's something else out here.

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[info]cold_dry_pieces
2013-12-27 04:00 pm UTC (link)
I know. I haven't seen it, but...

[But he's felt it, which means he understands at least a bit of what Dexter's dealing with. For all that they barely know one another, in some ways-- the important ways-- he knows the younger man better than anyone else, and he knows that sort of terror must have come as a shock. Neither of them are very well-adjusted, emotionally.]

We should go home.

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[info]hastohappen
2013-12-29 12:31 am UTC (link)
We should.

[ His grasp is still tight on his knife, arm tensed - a little too ready, just a bit too hyper-alert. He'd be more effective if he wasn't as on edge, and he knows it, but that knowledge makes no difference. ]

I ran into it when I was on my own... we should be better off staying together.

[ Which is as much as he's really willing to say on the matter. It did go for him when he was isolated - he guesses it's most effective that way, based on what it did to him. That was... personal. ]

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[info]cold_dry_pieces
2013-12-29 12:58 am UTC (link)
[Under other circumstances he'd be pleased that Dexter is agreeing with at least the safety-in-numbers pretense of them sticking together. As it is...well, for various reasons he isn't disagreeing, that's all. He takes one slow step away from their little puddle of light, his eyes darting about-- into the distance, at Dexter's tense grip, at the excessive bloodstains.]

What happened?

[Did Dexter manage to kill it? Whatever it is? He doesn't even have the presence of mind to be jealous of the possibility.]

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[info]hastohappen
2013-12-29 01:30 am UTC (link)
I'm not sure.

[ The blood, the boy in the blood, Deb... but I don't know what any of it means. And how it got inside my head... that might mean that everything here is inside my head. Not that it helps make sense of any of it. It's almost too bad my last shrink didn't exactly work out. Then again, maybe he's down here somewhere.

He's moving too, even as his brain races, eyes likewise darting. Still too alert, almost paranoid. ]

Not just the fear, there were hallucinations...

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[info]cold_dry_pieces
2013-12-29 02:00 am UTC (link)
Take a second and breathe, Dex.

[He's no use if he's in a panic like this. Certainly in no state to be holding a knife. Honestly, he's not sure he is, either. This is awful-- worse than what he's encountered, must be, to leave Dexter in this state even after it's passed.

Maybe he shouldn't keep prodding at this line of questioning but that catches his attention; after the day-- night? He's lost track-- that he's had, it's no wonder..]

What kind of hallucinations?

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[info]hastohappen
2013-12-29 02:16 am UTC (link)
[ He does't want to stop - the look he shoots, vaguely irritated and long-suffering, backs that up - but he does. Fine. Second. ]

Blood.

[ The single syllable is blurted, nearly spat. His frustration is clear. It shouldn't bother him. It's never bothered him. ]

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[info]cold_dry_pieces
2013-12-29 02:38 am UTC (link)
[He steps closer again, more concerned with Dexter than with making a swift getaway. He hasn't stopped glancing around them-- anything that wants to get to the younger man is going to have to go through him-- but his focus is divided.]

Nothing new there, right?

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[info]hastohappen
2013-12-29 03:24 am UTC (link)
It shouldn't be.

[ Stopping. That sharpens his anxiety a bit, heightens the urgency with which he needs to examine his surroundings. It's almost anxiety. How unbecoming. ]

But it was different.

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[info]cold_dry_pieces
2013-12-29 04:10 am UTC (link)
[As nervous as a common human being. Your fake sister would never believe it, Dexter.]

Different how?

[He should be guiding them back toward the apartment, he knows that, but this is important. He can't help his distraction.]

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[info]hastohappen
2013-12-30 04:13 am UTC (link)
[ He doesn't want to go into this. Not now. Not here. Preferably, not ever or anywhere, but he wants to move. He doesn't want to be here. ]

Must have been the effect.

We should go.

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[info]cold_dry_pieces
2013-12-30 05:00 am UTC (link)
I'm trying to help, you don't have to lie.

[He can't help a little twitch of a frown, even if he fundamentally agrees. There's a shrill cry in the distance-- something out hunting. If he could be certain it was just a raptor it wouldn't be so unsettling.]

But you're right. Can't stay in one place. [He glances in what he's pretty sure is the right direction one last time, before catching Dexter's eye.] Ready?

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[info]hastohappen
2013-12-30 05:09 am UTC (link)
[ His glances flickers to Rudy there, but he doesn't respond. Not to the assertion that he's lying, which he both is and isn't. He does't know what's happening to him. He really has no intention of spilling out his confused mess of emotions for Deb's boyfriend, but he has even less intention of doing so standing still right here.

He gives a nod when Rudy catches his eye. ]

Ready.

[ Gathering all the control he's got left, he holds that knife in a more effective grasp - less tension, more ready mobility. ]

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[info]cold_dry_pieces
2013-12-30 05:19 am UTC (link)
[Without another word he takes the lead, moving as quickly as he dares... which under the circumstances, given limited visibility and a questionably in-control Dexter in tow, is not so fast at all. He's quiet-- too quiet, really, even his breathing steady and slow so he can listen to what's around them, outside the meager circles of light.]

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[info]hastohappen
2013-12-30 05:27 am UTC (link)
[ Dexter is keeping up all right, despite the uneasy tension that remains in his core, the slight dryness of his throat. His eyes dart a bit more than is strictly necessary, the nagging sensation at the back of his mind.

The blood. Far too much blood. ]

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[info]cold_dry_pieces
2013-12-30 05:43 am UTC (link)
[Too much, but there's more blood in store tonight.

Brian stops short at a sound off to their right. There's no time for any warning; he manages to turn and bring his knife up and not much more before the raptor is on them. It's a smaller one, luckily, and alone; a few wounds across its narrow, scaly muzzle suggest this isn't its first fight. He slashes at it, barely grazing the beast's shoulder as he twists back to avoid a claw aimed at his gut.]

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[info]hastohappen
2013-12-30 05:50 am UTC (link)
[ Dexter may be initially caught off guard - so on edge that he's easier to startle, ironically - but it doesn't last very long. His grip is confident on that knife, and his movements are quick. There's an efficient brutality to Dexter at the best of times, but that's what it is: efficient. This is not Dexter at the best of times, and though his movements are effective, there is an altogether different air to them. While it would be wrong to say he's not normally vicious, there isn't usually this much visible rage in his actions. They're generally controlled, careful, precise.

Instead, he lunges at the raptor as it aims that claw for Rudy's gut, the knife striking at it in a swift and strong arc that slashes at its neck. Even his expression is twisted in his rage. ]

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[info]cold_dry_pieces
2013-12-30 06:21 am UTC (link)
[He doesn't need to know Dexter all that well to know this is desperately unusual; he knows how the younger man works, through study and instinct alike. They are methodical. Neat. Not like this-- and of course, circumstances make a difference, but there's more to it than that.

If he thought it had anything to do with him, Brian might be touched.

As it is, he notes the raw, raging twists and stabs as something to ponder later, and takes advantage of having an ally. The raptor turns its focus on Dexter, and Brian pulls away from the flailing claw. He can't get in close enough to eviscerate it without risking himself, so he steadies himself, wraps both hands around the handle of his knife, and thrusts the blade into the dinosaur's eye while it's distracted by Dexter's attacks.]

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[info]hastohappen
2013-12-31 11:00 pm UTC (link)
[ Uncontrolled he may be, but not ineffective. When the raptor's attentions turn to him, he dodges, and strikes back again, this time thrusting the knife into its windpipe instead of taking the route of the biting slash.

An instinctive part of his brain, even in this state, notes Rudy's action: going for the eye is sound strategically, but most normal human beings don't have the stomach to follow through on that strategy. While present circumstances don't allow for him to pursue that curiosity - internal and external circumstances alike - it is something he catches on a less than entirely conscious level.

For now, he twists the knife in the purchase it's found in the beast's neck, twists it, and pulls it back with a curve - all the while dodging increasingly frantic talons. ]

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[info]cold_dry_pieces
2013-12-31 11:38 pm UTC (link)
[Not only does he have the stomach for it, he has the strength; the beast whips its head side to side, screaming and lashing out at both of them, but Brian doesn't lose his grasp, though he cries out reflexively as his shoulder is wrenched uncomfortably.

It's a losing battle, though, for the raptor. Between the blood loss and the steel blade working its way into its brain, its struggles become less effective, and soon enough it falls at their feet.

Brian pulls his sleeve over the heel of his hand to scrub a spray of blood off his face, bending to try to retrieve his knife from the raptor's skull.]

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[info]hastohappen
2013-12-31 11:52 pm UTC (link)
[ Dexter is breathing hard when it goes down, coming back to himself after the explosion of anger. He comes back off of it a little more easily than he had earlier, more fresh from his encounter with Vapor. As Rudy gets the knife, he glances around guardedly, watching the shadows for any other movement.

The sound the other man had produced, at least, didn't entirely escape his notice. It would be a tactical disadvantage if one of them were injured. ]

You all right?

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[info]cold_dry_pieces
2014-01-01 12:38 am UTC (link)
[Straightening up, he flicks the blade off to one side to get the worst of the mess off it, but it's not like any part of him is neat by now.]

I'll manage,

[he says with a nod, rolling his shoulder. There's only a slight twinge of discomfort; nothing damaged, he thinks, just sore.]

You?

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[info]hastohappen
2014-01-01 01:43 am UTC (link)
Fine.

[ Since he's only speaking in terms of physical injury, that's not untrue. He's not completely without wounds, but he also hasn't been incapacitated or eviscerated, so he's counting it as fine.

Still on guard, he nods in the direction they were moving. ]

I don't see any others.

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