Who: Keleios versus Crane (narrative) What: Fear toxin When: Early Saturday morning Where: Somewhere in the hospital Warnings: Character death
Keleios was out on patrol when her left hand started to itch. She hadn't been sleeping well; she'd been using dreamless sleep potions to try and help with that, but that always left her twitchy after more than a few days. She had a flash of deja vu as the man brushed past her, and stepped into her path. She stopped, but not before he blew a puff of powder in her face.
She felt herself begin to panic, saw a demonic smile twist the man's features as she backed up against the wall, and he loomed over her. For an instant, he was Barbarros, the demon who held her mark. The next instant, he was Lothor, with his ice blue eyes, and his leering grin. Another heartbeat, and she felt a tingle as the toxin was expelled from her system, and her mind began to clear.
"I am Keleios Incantare, and your poison cannot hurt me," she intoned, like a mantra; grounding herself in that knowledge as she pulled the glove from her left hand and grasped her attacker's throat.
His veins turned a sickly green color at her touch, and he gasped for breath. "Impossible," he wheezed, clawing at her hand, "I'm immune to poison."
"This is no poison," she said, releasing him to stagger and fall, dying, against the opposite wall. "It's demon magic."