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mods! (wariscomingmod) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-12-23 22:18:00

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alexis castle, allison argent, apocalypse, belle french, captain hook, caroline forbes, christmas douchery, clark kent/superman, claudia donovan, crowley, damien thorn, dean winchester, diana prince/wonder woman, elijah mikaelson, gregory house, hal yorke, harry lockhart, iliana dominick, it's lucifer bitches!, jacen solo, jaina solo, james rogers, john watson, kenzi, kol mikaelson, kon-el/superboy, korra, lois lane, maria hill, myka bering, niklaus mikaelson, olivia vincent, peter vincent, princess adelina, rebekah mikaelson, rebekah salvatore, regina mills, rose tyler, ruby winchester, sam winchester, scott mccall, sidney prescott, stiles stilinski, tinker bell, wesley wyndam pryce

THE APOCALYPSE

This is your IC Threadpost.

Please keep things labelled with character names in the subject line.

I'll be doing a few subheaders. Pre fight, Battle, Hellbound and Aftermath. Tag into any of these and if you want another subthread made ask me or MJ so it looks all tidy and whatnot.

Go forth and thread mah lovelies

I'm also gonna suggest cutting comms from the battle to the aftermath down to bare mimimum communications while the main battle threads go on to keep it a little bit real time. If you have to for time constraint reasons please mark it post battle

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Re: BATTLE - Peter, open to John

imhisblogger
2013-12-24 03:03 am UTC (link)

When the battle started, his emotions turned off. Captain John Watson still existed deep deep down inside, beyond all the emotion this world was determined to bring out of him. This man was precise, every sense was open. Every shot was solid. Rock salt rounds, he'd been making them since he'd been at Khans. He had loads of free time there between caring for the otter and trying to regain his sense of normalcy. He hadn't forgotten they were in a war and it paid off. When Khan wanted him, he had him, but when he saw his friends falling around them he knew where he was needed.

He put the safety on his weapons and left Khan's side, medi-kit ready to deal with whatever came his way. First was Peter. He'd become rather fond of this world, and the people in it. If he were to go home it would probably be the worst thing that could happen. London was empty for him, there was nothing there worth living for. Sherlock was still dead there, Rose wasn't there, his little rag tag group of friends weren't there. He was determined they'd see this war through and remain together. So he knelt down beside him to assess the injuries and began dealing with them in a very methodical manner. "You'll be all right. Just focus on me." He tried to give him some kind of hope, but he knew it was bad and if he didn't work quick enough he would lose him.

Fortunately for Peter, John was still a skilled doctor. Still had steady and quick hands for injuries. Blood wasn't a thing that bothered him, he was unphased by the amounts that stained his hands. Only the amounts Peter was losing. He worked quickly to patch up the injuries.

"Focus on me." He said again, every so often speaking some sort of words so Peter knew he was still there.

[ooc: Tl;DR, Yamis not a doctor, but John knows what hes doing mmmkay :P]

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BATTLE - Peter & John

smokingmagician
2013-12-24 01:09 pm UTC (link)

Everything looked blurry and shiny, and he could kind of hear a voice nearby, hollow and echoing like everything else, like his head was underwater. Hands were groping at his chest, stirring memories of clawed hands holding him down. The tiny flare of panic was enough to make him try to push the person away, but his hands were clumsy and feeble and he could barely move them with any level of control.

Slowly, the voice registered as someone familiar; John. John was a doctor, not a vampire. He was safe then. He relaxed again, limbs going limp. "'m bleeding," he slurred out. He needed to tell John so he could fix it. He was so tired, though. Maybe he could just sleep while the end came. That wouldn't be so bad.

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Re: BATTLE - Peter & John

imhisblogger
2013-12-29 11:47 pm UTC (link)

Things were looking bad. But of course they were, it was Lucifer. What else was there to expect? But still, John hadn't expected this many injuries from their own side. This many deaths. They'd pulled through everything else, and if he was less of a soldier he'd probably have curled up somewhere to hide from it all. But he was. He was exactly that, a trauma surgeon. And so he kept going. People needed him, he wouldn't let them down. Peter needed him, but he needed more than John was able to offer on the field. He knew that just by the few movements he made to attempt to patch up his injuries.

"It's me. It's John. Focus on me." He said again, knowing it was difficult to do so after one had been injured he kept trying to keep Peter's focus elsewhere than on the injury itself. Nobody wanted to see their own blood, much less have nothing else to occupy their mind with. So, he kept talking. Little words of comfort and nonsense, just a direction as he fixed everything up that he was able right then and there. Med kit beside him on the ground, bloodied hands diving in and out of it for various tools. He still had skill. Despite how many times he'd been knocked down, or told otherwise he still was a doctor. He would still save as many as he could.

He was preparing to make the decision whether or not to pick him up and run back toward the Roadhouse when he saw Rose. Only it didn't look like Rose. It was the glowing eyes of Bad Wolf. He didn't understand it, but he knew it wasn't the Rose Tyler he knew. She was something different entirely.

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BATTLE - Peter & John

smokingmagician
2014-01-31 02:27 am UTC (link)

Shock and blood loss had dulled most of his senses, but something twinged and he cried out in sudden agony. The pain chased off some of the haze, enough to ensure that he stayed conscious. Still, Peter's head was so fogged that he couldn't focus. He couldn't discern much beyond the fact that he was hurting bad and that John was there. John was talking, his hands were moving, and Peter couldn't follow any of it.

Then he felt something else, shimmering gold and tingling as it washed through him. He didn't know what it was, but it eased the pain and the open, raw feeling where the wound in his stomach was, and the feeling started to come back to his legs.

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