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WHO: Mako and YOU, totally OTA.
WHERE: In the city center??
WHEN: 10/9
WHAT: Get bloodbent.
WARNINGS: Check under the cut. But potentially, blood bending can go as bad as you want.

[the fog seems to lay on especially thick this evening, It’s hard to see too far in front of you, and the air seems especially cold. Almost like it’s the dead of December, and not October at all.

In the distance, you can hear the sounds of the city, but really… it sounds far too distant for the busy street you just stepped off of.

The only figure you can see is Mako—who is waiting at the corner for the light to change, and honestly, he looks a little concerned. It’s extremely unusual for the fog to get this bad. They aren’t in San Francisco, after all. And this street is almost never dead, not even in the middle of the night.

He doesn’t extend any conversation—after all, why would he? He’s trying to get somewhere important.

But there appears to be another hooded figure… Waiting.]

((ooc: the figure is Amon, the villain from the first book of legend of korra. And spoiler alert for a 5 year old season, he is a bloodbender.

What is blood bending? It is where a water bender will literally use the water inside of your blood to bend… you! Most often in the show, it is used to knock people unconscious. But Amon knows how to use it to a much more devastating effect. If your powers depend on energy inside of your character, Amon can disrupt the flow of that energy. He can force you to move in ways you don’t want to, break bones, etc.

I am happy to use this to devastating effect, or just to frighten your character! PLEASE, if we have not discussed beforehand, give me a heads up either in your comment, pm to my journal, on my HMD, whatever, of what you’re looking for. I want this to be fun, and I don’t want to leave people going “Awww” who wanted something worse, or people going “OMG THAT WAS TOO MUCH” for people who want just a little scarytimes.

Thanks guys, for letting me make this villain as scary as he could have been.))

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[Minako is on her way home after a late meeting at the community center, walking down the street and towards the light that Mako is waiting at. She recognizes him, but honestly she doubts that he would see her properly through all the fog, even if she weren't too tired to call out and say hello.

When the light changes, she's about twenty feet behind him, her flats making quick clip-clop sounds on concrete as she hurries to cross in time. The fog parts enough that she sees the hooded figure. That alone would make any woman's suspicion spike up off the charts, and so she veers a bit to walk behind Mako, giving the hooded figure a wide berth as she approaches.]

[the figure doesn't move as she approaches Mako, though he does notice her. She looks like she's heading off somewhere important, so he was only going to offer a wave, when suddenly everything freezes.

Or rather... it doesn't. But it feels suddenly like ice is shooting up their veins. It's hard to breathe, and their pulse quickens. But despite that, it's impossible to not be aware, suddenly, of every drop of blood in their body, and how painfully slow it's moving.

But the worse feeling is being lifted, off of the ground, purely by the blood just underneath the skin. Whatever it is, it's shocked Mako too.

The hooded figure, however, steps forward, bringing them both closer to him.]

[The sensation is so skin crawlingly unnatural that Minako doesn't even try fighting the control at first, eyes wide with horror as her mind races to figure out just what the hell is going on-- and then narrowing with anger at the hooded figure as she and Mako are floated over like they're nothing more than sacks of potatoes. What kind of magic is petrifying them like this, why can't she move?

She pushes against the magic, body trembling badly with the effort, but the only thing she's able to do is to twitch her fingers minutely, miles away from being able to reach into her purse for her Evoker.]

N-No--!

[Mako doesn't notice that movement, but the hooded figure? Does. He glances over at her, and his eyes narrow beneath his mask.]

"You aren't the Avatar. How disappointing."

[his eyes slowly trail to her purse, where he could feel her reaching. Mako, for his part? Looks confused. He feels like he should recognize that word. But, Amon manipulates her arm, to reach inside of her purse]

"What are you reaching for?"

[If she could talk, she would make a quip about pepper spray, but as her mouth is essentially clamped shut, Minako glares at her captor instead, heart pounding as she feels her fingers move of their own accord, blindly touching through the purse until they finally close around the familiar, cold metal of her gun-like Evoker.

If he takes the Evoker away from her, she won't be able to fight back at all! And so she desperately tries to move her hands away from it, straining for her pen or headphones instead. But it's pointless. The Evoker is lifted up for the two other men to see, gleaming in the dim street lights near them.]

--!!

[Mako looks a little surprised, but whatever surprise he's feeling is nothing compared to the sudden ice cold washing over both of them, forcing a groan out of Mako, as his body is forcibly contorted in awkward positions.

But as for Minako, her hand pulls tighter around the Evoker, somehow the metal sliding exactly into her hands, with her finger tight around the trigger. Amon had no grudge against her, and in a normal situation, would simply knock her out and be done with it. But... this wasn't normal.

Her hand flings out, muscles and bone straining-- in fact, that was likely to leave a bad bruise once all was said and done.]

"Is that it? That is how you planned to defeat me?"

[Minako cries out in pain when her arm is jerked out, a cold sweat breaking out over her forehead but white hot fury building in the pit of her stomach.

What, are you bulletproof? Any normal gun could easily take a guy like you out, asshole. Luckily for you, it doesn't fire normal bullets.

She turns her head just enough to keep glaring at him full in the face, her lips pulled into a noiseless snarl. If she provoked him enough, maybe she could find an opening to do something instead of hanging here in the air like a puppet...]

[Amon narrows his eyes at her again, and then her arm strains again, turning to point the gun at her. He doesn't need to know the gun doesn't fire normal bullets. After all, he's just a corrupt illusion. The gun's muzzle presses against her forehead.

Mako's eyes widen because he knows what Amon is getting at, and this was going to be bad, for both of them. He tries to flex where he can, but it's difficult.]

"Well, no matter. This can still be used."

[her finger is forced to tighten over the trigger, and then forced to pull it.]

[For one breath before her finger pulls the trigger, she's reminded of that night so many months ago on the beach, hyperventilating in front of Lucian because she isn't sure she can do it, she can't use this, she lacks the courage.

Now, it's her ace in the hole. Her talisman against all evil.

The gun goes off, and Minako's head jerks to the side from the impact. But instead of the sound of bullet casing hitting the ground, glass smashes, bright and glowing shards of blue light flung into the air from the other side of her head.

And she smirks at Amon.

A large peacock emerges from behind her in a burst of wind, a spear wielding warrior riding on its back. Minako tries to convey a look that says "brace yourself!" to Mako-- and then the peacock screeches, the spread of its wings starting a crackle in the air that sets off a chain reaction of lightning strikes down to the ground and toward Amon. The warrior, in the meantime, reaches out to nab Minako around the waist, hauling her onto the peacock and reaching for Mako as well.]

[Noah was on his way home from work. It wasn't too long a walk, but god did he hate having to go through all this fog. It put him on edge after being attacked several times.

But he'll spot Mako at the streetcorner he was heading to, and he'll try jogging over. Safety in numbers, right? He doesn't seem to notice the other hooded figure yet]

[Mako hasn't really noticed the hooded figure either. He hears Noah before he sees him, and turns to face him a little too quickly. Something about the fog has really set him on edge, though he's not sure what it is yet. But he freezes after that initial turning, his eyes going a little wide.

So much for saying hi? It seems a little unnatural, actually.]

[That...is really unnatural. Noah slows his approach, looking a little concerned]

Mako? You okay?

[he would say something-- but it becomes apparent very quickly for why he's not moving, when it becomes impossible to not notice the veins and arteries in your entire body. Noah's blood freezes, the movement slowing, and his pulse has to fight against the effects of whatever is happening.

Whatever is freezing him in place. It feels like ice creeping inside of him, and then lifting him by every cell in his blood off of the ground.

The hooded figure stares at them, uncaring about how uncomfortable it is. But they both float closer to him.

"I told you, I would destroy you."]

[!!!!

He makes a choking sound, as he feels his blood freeze. He suddenly finds he can't move, it feels like ice is spreading all over his body (well, sides that left arm since...no blood in there...but you get my drift). Next thing he knows, he's being lifted off the ground and floated over to a hooded figure he didn't see before]

Ng..?!

[ITS HARD TO TALK WHILE BLOODBENT OK]

[Amon lifts him up, and draws him closer to Mako, his blood drawing closer to his center, putting pressure that is unfamiliar and... well, uncomfortable, to say the least, to his muscles and bones. Worse, the hooded figurer is not even moving to make this happen.]

"This is surprising. I was expecting the Avatar with you."

[he casts a glance at Noah, and his eyes narrow underneath his mask. He's... annoyed.

And the pressure on both of them increases-- it almost feels like something is tearing.]

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[Noah doesn't even know what an Avatar is- at least whatever it's supposed to be this guy is referring to.

He's trying really hard to struggle against the hold, because of course he is. But it hurts a lot. But it's not Noah unless he keeps trying to struggle. In fact, there's some weak crackling of energy coming from that left arm of his-- he's attempting to activate that weapon of his. It's just a lot harder while being bloodbent. ]

[so of course, Amon looks over at the sound of the crackling... And he laughs. What was this? Some sort of weapon?

If anything, his blood freezes, spiking and pushing against his veins, and locking him into a vise. Mako lets out a cry, because whatever he's doing to Noah, he's doing to him too.

Noah lifts up high, just with a nod of his head.]

"You think you can attack me.

[Noah cries out as his blood freezes more. The energy crackling stops for a moment, as it's too painful to even think about activation. And to make it worse, he can hear Mako cry out.

Fuck. This is bad. What is this guy?

But Noah isn't one to give up. He's survived this long, he couldn't let some fog illusion get him. Through gritted teeth, he'll force out words.]

The fuck are you?

[Amon forces his arms back, and high, extending them further than they really should be able to, as if to prove his point on their situation. It isn't just the freezing of blood, but also the total control over his muscles and bones, and how they would bend.

Bending. Heh.

But truly, he has no quarrel with Noah. It's just the cruelty of the fog that really pushes him on, and he steps closer to both of them]

"Who I am does not matter. I will eliminate bending from this world."

[and that's where his look fixes on Mako more firmly-- driving home the point that it was him he'd settle for, even if he couldn't get the Avatar.]

[Noah makes another pained noise as his arms get bend further back. Shiiit, this hurts a lot.

But even with the pain, Amon's words really confuses Noah. Because he's never heard about benders in the way that Amon means. He just knows about what benders meant back in his homeland: getting drunk, or gay people.

Neither of which applies to Mako, at all. Yet Amon seems so fixated on him right now.]

Uh-

[He speaks through gritted teeth, but even then the really confused tone comes through]

Fuck, you really got the wrong guy...

[MAKO HAS A GIRLFRIEND]

[what? Amon and Mako look a little confused at Noah's statement-- but Mako's confusion is temporary. It's a distraction, long enough for him to focus-- calm his mind and...

A bolt of lightning leaps out at Amon with a crack, and he collapses-- which drops both Mako and Noah to the ground unceremoniously. But there's no time to get their bones back in working order.]

Noah?

[Mako pulls himself up, and offers a hand to him]

Let's get out of here.

[I can't believe Noah's stupidity won the day.

Noah makes a thud on the ground, squawking as he does so. He's a bit surprised that Mako just shot out LIGHTNING- was that new? That seemed new.

But he's not going to argue right now, and he'll take Mako's hand to help pull himself up]

Y-Yeah, good idea.

[Derek is out walking at night...again. Why? He really doesn't know why. He is getting sick and tired of running into strange things, especially the dark hooded figure from his memory, yet here his is out at night anyway. He is on edge, the fog is really thick, which only means it could be coming out again. Derek is also annoyed with the increased cold weather, because it was that sudden chill that usually gave Derek a warning that something was going to happen. Now Derek is keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of ice creepy up the walls of buildings and in the windows.

Through the fog, Derek starts to see a figure up ahead. As the distance between them closes he realizes it is Officer Lou. Derek hasn't talked to much him since the police meeting last month and he wonders how he has been handling all this crazy fog stuff. He wonders what has been jumping out at Officer Lou lately. At of the corner of Derek's eye he sees a hooded figure. Crap!It's probably the one from his memories. Great, another person getting pulled into this.

Breaking into a sprint he called out to Officer Lou.]

Officer Lou, behind you! Get away from it! It's not human!

Damn it! Why wasn't there ice this time?

[Mako turns towards the voice, the surprise apparent in his face. What on earth was he talking about? Thus far, he'd been lucky enough to not have to deal with anything in the fog, so it doesn't occur to him that maybe, just maybe, he should be a little bit more careful than usual.

And also, it has the bonus effect of Derek looking like a mad man. Mako starts to answer back, but then the hooded figure steps forward, confident.

It becomes extremely apparent that whatever it is... it's human.

And Derek's running is halted, instantly, with the uncomfortable sensation of the blood in his veins refusing to budge, locking him into place, causing his heartbeat to quicken... and yet the movement through his veins is so slow, to practically feel like ice, like he was frozen from the inside.

He's listed off the ground, his weight stiffly hanging off of his veins. Another uncomfortable feeling.]

[Derek is shocked when he suddenly can't move, but this feeling quickly goes away as it is replaced by excruciating pain. He has never felt this sensation before, the slow movement of blood through his veins, the quickening of his heartbeat. Is he having a heart attack? He looks at the hooded figure and realizes that it isn't the one from his memories and that the being is actually human.]

What? But I thought...

[Derek's thoughts are over come by the pain and he tries to scream out, but all he can manage is a gasp of breath. What is happening to him? He suddenly starts to feel his feet leave the ground and he is being lift up into the air.

He sees Mako out of the corner of his eye and tries to call out to him.]

He-hel...

[Derek wishes he could move to grab his gun and shoot the guy in the hooded figure. If only he could stop him. His head as been pointed to look up and Derek sees a lamp post shining right in his eyes.]

If only I could do something...stop him...

[The light post suddenly snaps in two, the light goes out, and the post falls in the hooded figure.]

[Amon steps back, his concentration broken, and Derek collapses to the ground. In the mean time, Mako's realized something is seriously wrong. And he rushes forward to Derek, primarily to grab him and get him to start running.

Or to fireman carry him, if nothing else.]

What the hell, we need to keep moving.

[Before he starts doing whatever it was again, and Mako can feel that time is of the essence here. It didn't look like it took the hooded figure much time at all to do what it was doing.]

[As soon as Derek hits the ground he instantly tries to get up, but his limbs are so sore he can only crawl. He suddenly feels hands grab him and start to lift him up. Realizing it's Mako, Derek grabs onto him for dear life and attempts to pull himself up. Once finally on his feet, he still needs to hang onto Mako or risk falling down again. He moves as fast as he can, he can only hope it's enough to get away from the person who did this to him.]

Yeah, I'm trying. Still trying to regain the movement of my limbs. Who the hell is that?

I have no idea, but we need to keep moving!

[Mako did not want to get seized by that feeling again. And unfortunately, while Derek was just getting started, Mako collapses to the group, frozen. He's tense-- trapped by an unseen vise, that so far? Has spared Derek. But only for the moment.

Amon is stepping towards them again, unhurried.]

[When Mako collapsed Derek came down with him. There was no way he would be able to stand without Mako's help. Derek hits the pavement hard, scraping the side of his face. Squinting through the sudden pain in his head, Derek sees Mako is frozen and no moving. Is that guy doing to Mako what he had just done to him? Derek's question is quickly answered by feeling the unpleasant familiar feeling of his blood locking into place. Derek can't move no matter how hard he tries and he can see the hooded man come closer to them, he hands stretched out.]

S-st-stop i-it.

[Amon isn't after Derek, but he won't let loose ends go. What he's really after is bending. He holds both of them up with his bending, and the pressure on their bones increases, driving home that they shouldn't resist. Mako doesn't cry out this time, but he's looking for an escape.

any escape.]

"I'm afraid I can't, not until I've cleansed the sin of bending from this world."

[he pulls Mako close, and there's... something. Mako isn't sure what he's doing, but he knows it's bad. He just needs to pull together something-- anything.

Finding calm. The positive and negative chi, like he remembers in his memories.

And channeling that-- through his hands, and to Amon, in the form of lightning. It throws Amon back, and he collapses.

But it frees Mako and Derek.]

[Derek's feels his body become free and fall the the ground. He can move, but he is far too weak to stand. His body is still in a lot of pain. He shakily pulls out his gun, sits up a bit, and aims the gun at Ammon who is getting up again. Derek pulls the trigger and a bullet goes right into Ammon's shoulder.]

Take that you bastard!

[well, that's... effective. Amon steps back, his eyes behind his mask wide. Mako pulls himself up after that, trying his best to not cringe at the sound of the gun. He really needed to get that instinctive reaction under control.

But it does dull his response a bit as he tries not to go back in time with his memories...]

Derek--

[but hey, when Amon tries to bend them again, it's... actually possible to move? If hard. His bending is way less effective]</small?

[Derek barely hears Mako say his name. He's too angry. Six hooded figures, a griffin, a creepy ass ghost, a crazy machete wielding motorcyclist, a werewolf, violent raccoon things, and killer vines in the Retrospec building. This is all he has been through in past ten days. The blood is pounding in his ears. NO MORE! The line will be drawn here! He gun actually works here! His arms are shaking with anger and pain as he tries to stead the gun. Taking aim, he shoots and a bullet grazes the mans other shoulder.]

Damn, I missed.

[Dante out and about in the middle of the night really isn't that strange. He's constantly haunting the city in a normal month; this month, with the fog, it's almost even more important. Dante doesn't know when he developed this strange sense of responsibility toward the other Retrospeccers, but there's no denying--at least to himself--that he feels it.

On this particular night, Dante's wearing the long hooded coat that Retrospec sent him at the beginning of the month, the easier to slide through the shadows with. Seeing Mako standing at the corner is nothing out of the ordinary, but as he gets closer, Dante is struck by just how much quieter the city gets. Quiet enough to be out of the ordinary, to be different.

He's had enough experience with the fog to realize what that means, and he hops down from the building to land next to Mako.]

There's something coming.

[Another hooded figure, conveniently.]

[don't surprise him like that-- in face, Mako leans back from Dante, though he quickly rights himself once he realizes who it is. And he's a little surprised that he'd warn him, especially since he could never really place him... But in the meantime, Mako glances around, and this is the first time he's aware of the other figure. He doesn't recognize him, but there's a strong enough sense of foreboding, that he'd be an idiot to ignore it.]

Yeah. Let's get out of here.

[as he says that, the figure starts walking towards them, calm, unhurried. Whoever it is, they have all the time in the world. And they were expecting something like this.]

I've seen a few of these guys around this month. Keep on your guard.

[It's said in an undertone to Mako, but the flash of light with Dante summons his Keyblade is anything but subtle. But if this is either the hooded figure he fought with alongside Togusa, or the horrifying, chilling being that had been after Derek, he's going to need his weapon. He's not about to let himself be caught unawares!]

[There were a lot of questions about that keyblade-- but Mako recognizes that maybe they should leave first, ask questions later. The light, luckily, turns green, and he starts to walk across, hoping to get some distance between them and this crazy guy... just in case he's some sort of cosplayer or something.

But they only get about halfway through the crosswalk when suddenly, it's like fighting every vein in their body. The blood is frozen, like ice, enough so that even their hearts are working harder to force it through. But it draws closer to their center, putting pressure on muscles and bones alike, in a way that is distinctly new, and uncomfortable.

Worse, it's hard to breathe, as everything constricts as tight as it can...

Mako lets out a shocked gasp, but the only true sound is the steps the hooded figure makes.]

[Dante's keeping pace with Mako as they start to cross the street, but distance doesn't matter when the blood in his body runs cold--almost literally. His mouth might fall open in a gasp of his own, if only it weren't suddenly wired shut, held closed by the blood running through his own body.

There's a rush of panic that sweeps him as his body's function is ripped from him, a terror because this isn't the first time he's felt like this before. He's felt his entire body seized, stretched and used against his will, but that was always in dreams, in nightmares, in memories of that other Dante's life. Never to him, never in the waking world. It's not a darkness that's controlling him now, though; it's the very blood in his veins, sluggish and reluctant, fighting his heart as it pumps. He can't breathe with how tightly everything is winding, with how taut his body feels...

What is this? Dante tries to glance to Mako, looking for some sort of answer, but he's at the mercy of whatever it is that's controlling them now.]

[Amon is tired of this. He's tired of the constant back and forths. He's tired of the running. And he's tired of never finding the avatar with the firebender. He pulls them both up, rough in his bending, designed to be as painful as possible, contorting them into uncomfortable positions that strain against their natural flexibility, against their bones.]

"We are not finished here."

[his voice is practically a hiss, when their blood freezes completely, for just a moment, the most awkward and uncomfortable feeling as all function vanishes until his grip relents just enough.]

[There's a gasp of pain that falls out of him as his body contorts, his spine bent further than it feels like he ought to be able to move, his muscles screaming as they're wrenched beyond his normal bounds of flexibility. Dante's trying to breathe as their bodies are shaped, wrenched, but it's impossible when his blood literally stops in his veins and for an instant it's just his mind, trapped in a shell, a husk that doesn't move or breathe or even beat a heart. For an instant he's dead, both existing and not. ~~Schrödinger's Dante~~

And then the vise-grip on him relents just enough that his heart begins to beat, just enough that his lungs can again inflate, and Dante is alive again, gasping in a breath this time even as his body screams for release.]

What... what does this guy want?

[It's breathless, raspy--but it's audible.]

"What do I want?"

[Amon asks, and as he does so, Dante's blood constricts, pressing painfully close to his bones, trapping the muscles. The sensation is uncomfortable, and really drives home how fragile his insides really are. Amon looks at him through his mask, sensing something, but knowing that Dante isn't the person he wants.]

"I want to cleanse the world of bending, equalize everyone."

[This guy could kill him if he wants. Dante's got no delusions here; if this guy decides he's not worth it, he could be leaving behind a corpse tonight. It's frustrating to feel the web of veins throughout his body, constricting tight like a web of metal, digging into his body even as it flows. He grunts in pain, fighting the loss of breath that would come with a scream, struggling to keep his lungs fully inflated.]

I don't even know what bending is!

[the blood constricts tightly-- some of those veins burst, the skin unable to contain his blood as it's forced around his body for contortions. Which, he contorts his arms behind him, pulling them high, straining the muscles. Mako, he ignores for a moment, even though he wants to "cleanse" him.

Amon steps forward.]

"Then, why are you here?"

[as his eyes narrow, his blood adds more pressure against his frame.]

[He feels each of those veins as they burst, throbs of pain that make him cry out, but they're nothing compared to his arms behind him, high enough that the muscles are screaming and his shoulders themselves feel like they might come out of their sockets if he goes any further.]

What do you mean, what am I doing here? I'm just trying to get home!

[It's a lie, sure, but there's no way that this guy can know that... right?]

Should we really be out this late?

I mean, you know I trust you and everything but it's kinda creepy out here...

[ Bolin is totally not breaching their personal bubble and is just close to Mako because... he wants to make room for that hooded figure! It's polite and he'd rather brush against his brother than this totally harmless stranger??? ]

Look, do you want dinner or not?

[He feels him on the creepy factor, but they need to get to the grocery store before it closes. He hadn't expected some of his other errands to take so long, though.

Amon steps closer while they're distracted.]

Dinner is good, dinner is great. What's not great is this spooky atmosphere.

[ he sighs ]

Let's just hurry up, alright?

[ he nods at Amon though, because that's only the polite thing to do ]

[ unlike others who have been trying to stay out of the fog, souji has been actively going out. armed with a sword and multiple personas, he figures that the least he could do is go out and either escort or help others out there in the fog stay safer. he can't just be sitting around doing nothing when he has the power to help others so it's not that surprising for him to be out at odd hours and when he spots mako out in the street (he doesn't notice the hooded figure just yet), he approaches, with a hand up to greet him ]

Hey, Mako. You're out late.

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15 minutes late with starbucks

20 minutes late with dunkin

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30 mins late with tim hortons