[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough

Comments

[fiammadellira]

[Honestly, if he were still set on attacking her directly and messing up his other hand, he'd just move forward and drag Squalo. They both know what they're doing is pointless, right?

But... Huh. To hear that power could've been lethal...

While it doesn't necessarily calm Xanxus down, it does lessen his resistance as his attention's brought back to his hand. Of course it hurts, but not nearly that much. That's kind of insulting, isn't it? Her using nowhere near what its full potential should be...

Well. He could keep thinking about that, but why bother when it seems like that moment is all it took to be released? The first thing to do, then, is jab an elbow back to hit Squalo.. wherever. He isn't turning around to look. He'd rather keep staring down the anomaly. So that dealt with, he raises that same, undamaged arm to wipe some of the blood off his face, before adding on to the order:]

Now.

[She'd better not think he won't grab the table again to push her out the door with it.]

[phaseshifter]

No.

[ That's to both of them. She doesn't sound remotely ruffled - her voice is as serene as that masklike fucking face - but she doesn't seem to be enjoying being a defiant little shit either.

Even though she totally is. Man, having power really can be kind of intoxicating, huh? She never really got to appreciate it before, what with the bunker and the shock collar and the dying. But now she can do whatever she wants with it! Cool. ]

I'm not leaving alone. I was promised help, and I'm here to collect. Preferably without anyone else getting hurt further - I'm sure you understand how this could get very bad, very quickly. If someone trips, or something, and hits their head against me? Ouch.

[ She could just. Reach out and poke someone with a finger or something. Just as a demonstration. Right in the forehead. Eridium spike through the brain.

But, uh, she won't. Because that would be bad. But she could! Neat!! ]

[sharktrash]

[ Oof, that kind of hurts and he begins to double over a little, but doesn't react otherwise instead of just glaring a bit. ]

[ Okay, well, fuck. He sees where this is going. And this is a fucking awful idea, hands down. Probably his worst plan ever, and that's saying something. Abso-fucking-lutely terrible. ]

[ But this, all of this, is kind of his fault, isn't it? Nobody's pulled him by the tongue. He's told Angel he'd help her. He'd put his goddamn dick in it, alright, and sure he had no idea it would result in this very situation, but ultimately? ]

[ This is on him. Xanxus is in danger and it's on him. Angel too, though some part of him also blames her a little bit for somehow making the monster Angel into existence because how else would it have happened? Still mostly him, though. ]

...fine. [ He croaks, almost surprised at how un-loud that comes out himself at first, before scowling and fixing it. ] Fine, I'll go and we are leaving here, right now, and you [ he points at the others in turns ] are staying put and a long way away from... whatever the hell this is.

[ He turns and takes a step toward wherever direction their stuff is at. Time to get packing? ]