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TEAM SNOW WHITE LOG
READY: START Team Snow White roster: Davey Jacobs, Eleanor Lamb, Fang, Kasen Kanesada, Malik Ishtar, Mari Ohara, Riku, Ritsu Kageyama, Ryoji Mochizuki, Toushiro Hitsugaya, Yuri Plisetsky. The city's been under siege for what feels like hours. It's only on August 3rd that you learn it's been a matter of days. Monsters begin pulling Retrospec users through portals left and right, large gaping holes in reality that spit you out in any given location around the city. However, just as you think you're finally getting away, a large blue portal opens and you're snatched up. No amount of fighting and struggling will free you and soon the pressure is too great to ignore. Darkness fills your vision and the last thing you may remember is the sound of many bat wings... This is the Team Snow White Event Log. You are free to toplevel and thread as you choose on this log, but only team members may utilize this log. Important links to mod toplevels are: Mod Questions & Participation Reporting. Please be aware you are responsible for reporting your own participation & objective completion efforts with links; the moderators will try to keep up with threads, but as we are currently running several teams with participation, we require you to keep us up to date! Please read each of the toplevels and instructions!
The schedule for Team Snow White is as follows: 3RD: Objective 1 posted (9PM EST) | Objective 1 Part TwoObjectives will be given in mod toplevels to this post with instructions; please check the log currently for Objective 1 to see how this will work. |
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[The tall woman stumbles suddenly, her shoulders going slack. She stays slumped like for too long, given the dire circumstances, then rigidly shooting upright, one of the ghosts' unearthly wails peeling from her throat.]
[And she's lunging at the party with her improvised spear.]
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[Dante notices the moment she stumbles, the too-long pause before she straightens suddenly, the wail that comes from her throat...]
Freya, no!
[It doesn't matter that he's got no way to fight her--as she lunges toward them, Dante's throwing himself at her, determined to tackle her to the ground before she can properly attack one of the others. Unfortunately, he's got no way of defending himself, so he's pretty wide open to an attack.]
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[She screams furiously again, her fists beating down on Dante's back and side in fire-coated blows, as if she were determined to shatter him into bits.]
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Yeah, he's definitely going to be scrambling up and away from her, coming up with... a piece of crown molding as a weapon to defend himself with? Okay, he'll take what he can get.
To the rest of their team, he's yelling:] A little help here?! Anyone know how to deal with crazy possessed teammates yet?
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[No thought, no strategy, only violence.]
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Dante lets out a yell as he blocks the first couple strikes, taking the chance to try and make a couple of attacks of his own on her too. After a moment though he's crying out in pain as he takes the metal rod directly into his side--but Dante's arm snaps down immediately, pinning the rod against his side. He drops the piece of molding, grabbing hold of the rod with his other hand so that he can pivot, putting his back to her, and shoving backwards in an attempt to either get her to let go of the metal rod or to drive her back into the wall.
First priority is to get this weapon away from her. Second to figure out how to get that ghost out of her!]
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[Fuck, he hadn't been anticipating that; Dante's too used to thinking about people and how they behave, not this. He squeezes his eyes shut as her hand comes around, jerking his head to the left so that her nails might only get the side of his face. All right, not-Freya, he's sorry for this but...!
Dante takes hold of the pole in both hands, thrusting it backwards toward her abdomen. He hasn't had time to reverse it yet, so it's probably just the blunt end directed her way, but if nothing else maybe it'll free him, unless this spirit is just able to ignore all of the pain that's coming to its host?]
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It's worth a try!]
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[As Dante punches at her, the spirit stabs wildly.]
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Davey! Throw me one of the thermo--
[Pain.
Dante's cut short as the makeshift weapon pierces his side, something that should never be able to hurt somehow weaponized and piercing through skin and cloth. It's not a piercing sensation; it's a hot, burning one, the coarseness and irregularities of the wood grating against his flesh. It drags a ragged scream from his throat and for one horrifying moment Dante feels his head swimming, but then that moment passes and it's adrenaline that floods his system instead.]
Davey! Thermos!
[His voice isn't as strong as it was a moment ago, but Dante drops Freya's pole and lunges for her, gritting his teeth against the pain in his side. His goal is to get her to the ground by whatever means possible, no matter the damage to himself and no matter how he's forced to keep her there. (Though one thing's for certain: his dick is going nowhere near her face, thank you!)
Once he's got her on the ground, he can use the thermos against her. He's just gotta get her down first.]
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.... Not that. Dante was doing a very good job of it it.
He'd like to say later he doesn't freeze at the event but there's a moment he stops, staring wide eyed. It takes the second shout to blink out of it and he's charging over before he thinks about it, hoping the sudden attempt of tackle will distract enough to throw the thermos at Dante safely. ]
Here!
[ One ghost buster, coming right up ]
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But he'll manage, and he'll turn the thermos toward Freya, hoping desperately that it can pull a ghost out of a human as well as turn them to their side. If the thermos won't pull the ghost out of her, he doesn't know what to do!]
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Time's up!