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MarinaNova NPCs (marinanova_npc) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2016-04-04 11:02:00

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370 - Fear Itself: The Revenge

(OOC: EVENT INFO | RAFFLE THREAD)

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foreverjack
2016-04-07 11:01 pm UTC (link)

"No," Jack agrees, and he's cursing himself too even as he aims his Webley in the direction of the approaching noise. Even without seeing the creatures, the sound they make has the hair on the back of his neck standing up.

And then they're in view and, damn, they're fast. He fires off a couple of shots and sees one fall to the ground, but the rest are still coming for them, quite a swarm of them. And he's getting low on bullets.

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chipswiththat
2016-04-08 05:48 am UTC (link)

Kind of wishes he would've kept the flaming torch he fashioned at the start of this night. That would've been absolutely perfect now but no, he had to leave that behind. He instinctively falls into a position with his back to Jack, in some feeble attempt to at least sort of look out for each other once the wasps come a-swarming.

He gets a couple of punches out, but only manages to barely graze one of the wasps. This is... this is really bad. If it was just him he'd bolt right about now but abandoning Jack after that talk seems like a shit idea even to him and so he stays put long enough for the inevitable to happen.

"Sh- fuck!"

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foreverjack
2016-04-08 09:06 am UTC (link)

A flaming torch would have been an excellent idea, but unfortunately, Jack didn't think of it, so he's left with standing back to back with Spike trying to pick off a swarm of giant, laughing wasps in the dark. This really isn't going to go well. On his own, he too probably would have made a run for it, but not with Spike there. Spike has always got his testosterone pumping anyway so he doesn't want to lose face, and now - now they finally seem to be getting along - he doesn't want to leave Spike to get hurt.

Two more shots (and one dead wasp) and he has to pause and look down to reload, but there's no time because the wasps are on them. He hefts his knife, feeling that perhaps a baseball bat might be more appropriate in this instance, and hears Spike curse behind him.

"You all right?" he asks sharply, swinging the knife as if it is indeed a bat and actually managing to slash a couple of wasps, who limp away, injured.

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chipswiththat
2016-04-08 11:10 am UTC (link)

His initial instinct is to shake it off and respond with something cocky and nonchalant - of course he's fine, it'll take more than a lit'le wasp to bring him down - but the venom works fast and before he knows it it's prickling over his skin. He has his back to Jack. He has his back to Jack.

"Fine." he spits out, turning swiftly, eyes locking on Jack with great apprehension as if he's just waiting for him to pull out a stake and solve this whole conundrum for good. He doesn't have enough bodily functions for sweating but he can still feel it crawl over his skin, making him scratch at it like a junkie looking for a fix.

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foreverjack
2016-04-08 01:46 pm UTC (link)

It's obvious Spike's been stung but Jack doesn't know the stings have any effect other than normal venom, which he assumes probably isn't so effective on an undead creature anyway. So it's a moment, as he continues to slash at the wasps, before he realises that Spike has turned and is staring at him. He glances round quickly, turns back to stab an approaching wasp, and then looks round again, puzzled and alarmed by the way Spike's staring at him.

"What?" he demands, and then ouch, he knows he's been stung too. "Come on," he urges, grabbing Spike's arm to at least draw him back againt the wall, so he'll have something at his back even if it's not Spike.

An odd, unexpected giggle bubbles up inside him, rather freaking him out.

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chipswiththat
2016-04-08 02:04 pm UTC (link)

"Don't touch me!" he snarls, all fangs and feral yellow eyes, violently pulling himself free of Jack and taking a step back. Wasps don't seem to be the problem right now but rather that he's out here in the dark with a man who's doomed him to eternal torture, who would probably have been just as happy to kill him and who now has even more reason to do it.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he continues, voice tight. "Get me out here in the dark... no one would be the wiser, would they?"

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foreverjack
2016-04-08 03:15 pm UTC (link)

Jack stares at him, frustrated and increasingly bewildered. "What?" he demands again, and then sighs, moving back to the wall himself, at least, even if he can't convince Spike to follow him. He swats at a wasp and giggles again, for no apparent reason, which is equally bewildering and worrying. What the fuck is going on?

"Spike, get out of there," he says urgently, watching the giant wasps hovering and darting around Spike's head. They're coming for him again, too, and he instinctively throws up an arm to ward them off, forgetting that it's not covered with thick wool as it usually is but unhelpfully bare. He feels another sting and gasps as he feels the venom go through him. "I'm trying to stop you getting killed!" he gasps, his own skin prickling much like Spike's is, and even as he says it he abruptly he finds himself wondering why he's trying to help this man. Let Spike get himself killed. Who knows, it might stick? And then his problem would be solved.

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chipswiththat
2016-04-08 03:47 pm UTC (link)

"I'm dead already, you moron!"

His voice cracks a bit from the strain of keeping his attention on both the wasps and Jack and where he previously felt about as safe as he ever was fighting back to back with Angelus, he's now very exposed. He can't stay here. There's no reason for him to stay here.

"You're not trying to stop me from getting killed, you want me to lower my guard! That's what you do, isn't it? I'm not falling for that!"

He starts to back away, swatting at the wasps as he goes.

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foreverjack
2016-04-08 08:54 pm UTC (link)

"Don't be stupid," Jack spits back at him, in pain from the stings, and starting to feel decidedly hot too, which all adds to his irritation. "Go on. Let yourself get stung if you want to!" Another giggle erupts, ruining any hope he had of sounds the more grown-up of the two of them. He starts to edge along the wall towards a doorway, slashing at wasps as he goes. "If you end up covered in stings, maybe Ianto will think twice about wanting to shag you again!"

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chipswiththat
2016-04-09 06:31 am UTC (link)

"Oh yeah? His standards can't be that high if he keeps shagging you! Oh wait - he isn't."

Okay, it's time to get out of here. The wasps aren't helping and although there's a significant increase in distance between himself and Jack, he no longer feels safe around him. Something will happen. This is a trick, to get him to lower his guard and before he knows it he'll be nothing but a pile of dust on the ground. Finally he turns on his heels, bolting into the darkness.

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foreverjack
2016-04-09 09:28 am UTC (link)

That outburst leaves Jack almost speechless, so Spike's almost gone by the time he manages to come out with even a "Fuck you!" to yell after him - barely even aware of the irony of such a remark given what they were talking about mere minutes before.

He's half-relieved, half-worried by Spike's departure. On the one hand, he can relax and run inside to get away from the damn wasps, but on the other, who knows where Spike's going? That's not a concern that's going to grow any less as the day (if you can call it that when it's pitch dark outside) wears on.

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