|ʀᴏʙʙɪᴇ ʀᴇʏᴇs 💀 (ghostrider) wrote in themandalay,|
@ 2017-07-02 16:16:00
|Entry tags:||!complete, !plot, daisy johnson, robbie reyes|
WHO: Robbie Reyes & Daisy Johnson
WHAT: Robbie unleashes Ghost Rider, Daisy tries to stop him... Shit goes down, yo.
WHEN: 2nd July, Evening
WHERE: Outside the Excalibur Hotel → Robbie's Room
RATING | STATUS: High for Violence, Sex (Fade to Black) | Complete
The feeling had tugged at him for days. Every morning, every evening; every time he had walked past the Excalibur. He didn’t need to be near that hotel to know what was going on -- he was able to hear the noise from down the block; the screams, the violence -- and it had gotten too much to ignore. Even from this distance, he’d known there were bad people in there, made worse by the flowers cropping up in every single hotel. He’d seen them, the first time he’d heard the noise.
The metal chain was wrapped around his torso, hiding it after he had left for work that morning. He hadn’t wanted Daisy to see that he had it. She’d told him to control the other guy when he’d first mentioned the violence, but there was a limit to how long he could see bad people and keep ignoring them. Especially after the deal he’d made. Being pulled toward those people was like a tether; he could try and ignore it, but it would always win in the end.
And it had won now.
His eyes started to glow, going from dark brown to fiery red and vibrant orange. The flesh on his face burned off, revealing the horrific countenance of the Ghost Rider. An empty skull, filled with unquenchable fire, marked with horrendous scars; its eyes were little more than holes inside the skull. An echoing roar erupted from his chest, the only sound the Ghost Rider could make.
He wound his hand around the end of the chain, yanking it free from around his chest. Fixing his attention on the murderous people around him, some covered in blood, he found those who had called to him -- to the other guy -- like a light in the dark. They were the ones who needed to pay.
The chain infused with fire, its links flaring an angry red; a man charged him, he swung the chain forward and a hole burst through the back of the man’s head. He didn’t wait to see the body fall, another person rushing toward him. He blocked the swing of a weapon in the person’s hand -- a sword, maybe an axe -- and gripped them by the neck with his free hand. Their hands weren’t clean either, he could see that. Fire burst from underneath his hand, incinerating the person in a few seconds flat; the clatter of the weapons hitting the ground sounded like a dull thud now.
He was ready for the next assault before it even reached him; this time, though, he couldn’t see a reason to kill them. He felt no urge to make them pay. With a solid punch to the side of the head, he rendered the woman unconscious. There were plenty of sinners left for him.
Daisy knew something was going on already, Robbie had mentioned it days ago. They thought they’d had a solution by putting them to sleep with the poppies from the Mandalay. But that had only been a temporary solution. Robbie had known that too. Still, letting Ghost Rider out could create some serious issues. People were pretty accepting of what was happening here, but a flaming skull might be pushing them too far. Not to mention the damage he could do. And how Robbie would feel after.
She had to do what she could to control the situation, particularly if Robbie couldn’t. She told him to keep him under control. He couldn’t do that. Robbie wasn’t to blame though, it was the Other Guy. He was so strong and with what was happening at the Excalibur there was no way he’d be able to keep him contained.
By the time Daisy got there, the fight was already in full swing. She had to use her powers on some of them, they just wouldn’t stop. And she could already see the Other Guy fighting too. At least right now it didn’t look like he was killing anyone. Yet.
She fought her way over. “Robbie!” She called, hoping she could get her friend to take some control again. Reasoning with Carrot Top would not be easy and she didn’t particularly want to fight him. But she would if she had to.
And they just kept coming. Driven forward and murderous because of the effects of the pollen in their veins, each and every person from inside the Excalibur was focused on a single purpose: to destroy everything in their path. And they showed absolutely no signs of stopping.
His eyes, practically non-existent other than holes, saw the soul of each person that attacked him -- judged the souls of those that had yet to reach him. A great many of them possessed souls that were striving to do good in the world or were penitent in the face of whatever ill they had done, regardless of the effect the flowers had on them currently. Those individuals, he incapacitated as quickly and with as little violence as possible. But those who possessed souls that beckoned him like a beacon, there would be no mercy for them.
Through the clamour of the fighting, he heard someone shout at him. The voice was familiar, and he knew the person whom it belonged to, but he paid no heed to what she said. There was not a chance of stopping him either, now that he had been unleashed, and he was focused entirely on the uncontrollable individuals that charged towards him.
An axe swung wildly at him and he dropped to one knee, the weapon flying in an arc above his flaming skull harmlessly. His hand reached out and wrapped around the thick handle of the axe, yanking it and the woman holding it towards him. He imbued the axe with fire, causing it to burn the hands and arms of the woman, and he took the opportunity to snap the woman’s neck while she was very briefly distracted by her own burning flesh.
The body hadn’t even slumped to the floor before he was entangled with another, blocking blow after blow that came at him. A punch caught him across the jaw but did little to impede him, and the man responsible for the blow wasn’t reacting to his burning knuckles but attempting to land a hit again. He didn’t let the second punch land but retaliated with a hit of his own, making the man stagger back slightly, then lashed out with the flaming chain and wrapped it tightly around the man’s neck. A powerful yank backwards and the head separated from the body.