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The Vanishing
Who: The kidnapees - Bulkhead, Blurr, Wing, Gunmax, Lea, and Sentinel Prime
What: Someone has been kidnapping residents of Haven. The latest batch has just been gathered.
Where: Unknown
When: Middle of the night on Halloween and into the day of November 1.
Warnings: Consider this log rated R for violence and physical and emotional trauma.
NOTES: For this log, each reply should be to the main post rather than any particular tag. This is to help keep things flowing as people will tag when able. This also means there will be no set posting order, though if you're expecting another's character to answer/react to something yours said/did, then be patient and give them a chance to respond.
The Sol hangs dark in the sky. Only one of the two moons currently lights the night, and it hovers at the horizon. It's the darkest part of the night. For some, it will grow darker.
A handful of residents have been singled out. Awake or asleep it will happen the same. Darkness seems to come alive, a black that swallows light, appearing like a hole in space, creeps across the ground towards its victim. If one is awake to see, the blackness will take on the shape of reaching hands sliding across the floor and down the walls. And then the flat shapes will bubble like some thick goop, continuing to reach for the victim.
There will be no escape. The victim will be quickly surrounded and swallowed by the thick muck, engulfing them completely. Those not already unconscious will quickly become so.
The victims wake, their bodies laid out carefully across the floor. The room is cavernous, the ceiling stretching high above even the tallest Cybertronian's head. The ground beneath the new arrivals is covered with markings and designs, looking like some arcane ritual circle. They are not bound down at all, though leaving the circle around them will be like pushing through a few inches of thick, resistant goop. Once beyond the circle, they will be able to move freely about the cavern. There's only one opening into the place, and it is filled with the thick, light-absorbing goop that brought them all here.
There is a strange, mildly uncomfortable sensation in each victim's chest. It's a tugging, a constant pull. The longer they are there, the stronger the sensation will get...and the more painful. Stepping outside of the ritual circle will not ease this sensation at all.
Directly in front of the new arrivals is a raised area, like a stage or altar. Right in the center appears to be a female child. She's clearly a techno-organic of some sort - her alt-mode looks like it would be some sort of bat. Five tall poles are driven into the ground around her at the points of the pentagram drawn on the floor. The lines of the drawing almost seem to "glow" with a black energy. From the top of each pole, a line of the same dark energy reaches down to each of the girl's limbs - one around each ankle, each wrist, and one around her throat. She writhes in pain, though she seems far too exhausted to cry out.
Around the child are four smaller circles, a bubble of dark energy suspended above each. Two of these bubbles contain a sphere-like gem within it, energy swirling within the gem itself, one greenish-grey and one shades of black. Another bubble contains what looks like a small, red dragon, curled into a ball and sleeping. The last bubble contains a familiar Guardian healer, also curled into a ball and seemingly asleep.
Those looking closely may note a stream of energy rising from the circle around the new arrivals and flowing into the little girl, and then rising from that circle and flowing up through the ceiling to some unknown destination.
Behind the new arrivals is a pile of bodies, both organic and Cybertronian. At first glance, they may be taken for dead, but closer inspection will reveal that they are all alive...even if they perhaps should not be. Some have been clearly tortured, bodies gruesomely opened up or limbs broken or removed. The injuries for many of them should be fatal, and yet they live, if only in a seemingly vegetative state.
What: Someone has been kidnapping residents of Haven. The latest batch has just been gathered.
Where: Unknown
When: Middle of the night on Halloween and into the day of November 1.
Warnings: Consider this log rated R for violence and physical and emotional trauma.
NOTES: For this log, each reply should be to the main post rather than any particular tag. This is to help keep things flowing as people will tag when able. This also means there will be no set posting order, though if you're expecting another's character to answer/react to something yours said/did, then be patient and give them a chance to respond.
The Sol hangs dark in the sky. Only one of the two moons currently lights the night, and it hovers at the horizon. It's the darkest part of the night. For some, it will grow darker.
A handful of residents have been singled out. Awake or asleep it will happen the same. Darkness seems to come alive, a black that swallows light, appearing like a hole in space, creeps across the ground towards its victim. If one is awake to see, the blackness will take on the shape of reaching hands sliding across the floor and down the walls. And then the flat shapes will bubble like some thick goop, continuing to reach for the victim.
There will be no escape. The victim will be quickly surrounded and swallowed by the thick muck, engulfing them completely. Those not already unconscious will quickly become so.
The victims wake, their bodies laid out carefully across the floor. The room is cavernous, the ceiling stretching high above even the tallest Cybertronian's head. The ground beneath the new arrivals is covered with markings and designs, looking like some arcane ritual circle. They are not bound down at all, though leaving the circle around them will be like pushing through a few inches of thick, resistant goop. Once beyond the circle, they will be able to move freely about the cavern. There's only one opening into the place, and it is filled with the thick, light-absorbing goop that brought them all here.
There is a strange, mildly uncomfortable sensation in each victim's chest. It's a tugging, a constant pull. The longer they are there, the stronger the sensation will get...and the more painful. Stepping outside of the ritual circle will not ease this sensation at all.
Directly in front of the new arrivals is a raised area, like a stage or altar. Right in the center appears to be a female child. She's clearly a techno-organic of some sort - her alt-mode looks like it would be some sort of bat. Five tall poles are driven into the ground around her at the points of the pentagram drawn on the floor. The lines of the drawing almost seem to "glow" with a black energy. From the top of each pole, a line of the same dark energy reaches down to each of the girl's limbs - one around each ankle, each wrist, and one around her throat. She writhes in pain, though she seems far too exhausted to cry out.
Around the child are four smaller circles, a bubble of dark energy suspended above each. Two of these bubbles contain a sphere-like gem within it, energy swirling within the gem itself, one greenish-grey and one shades of black. Another bubble contains what looks like a small, red dragon, curled into a ball and sleeping. The last bubble contains a familiar Guardian healer, also curled into a ball and seemingly asleep.
Those looking closely may note a stream of energy rising from the circle around the new arrivals and flowing into the little girl, and then rising from that circle and flowing up through the ceiling to some unknown destination.
Behind the new arrivals is a pile of bodies, both organic and Cybertronian. At first glance, they may be taken for dead, but closer inspection will reveal that they are all alive...even if they perhaps should not be. Some have been clearly tortured, bodies gruesomely opened up or limbs broken or removed. The injuries for many of them should be fatal, and yet they live, if only in a seemingly vegetative state.
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His optics flicker on and...he doesn't like what he sees. He's shifting to get to his feel instantly, reaching to check on the person nearest to him.
"Hey! Are you all right? Wake up!"
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He sits up with a sigh and a pounding headache (couldn't have used your Satan-magic to dispose of that hangover, huh?) and stumbles awkwardly to his feet, turning on his two smaller shoulder-mounted headlights to see better. It takes him a second, but eventually he realises there are other people in the circle.
So, enjoy waking up to Sentinel either peering over at you, maybe even holding your arm up by the wrist to see if you're alive or not or standing nearby and facepalming at this entire situation. Luckily he is not vocalizing his thoughts, as most of them are consisted of 99% swearing.
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"What the hell, okay!?" It just gets less understandable from there.
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He woke up to Wing leaning over him asking if he was alright. He could still feel the weight of his Keyblade in his hand, which was good. And probably the only good thing about the situation, really.
He opened his eyes and looked up into Wing's yellow optics. "You know, we really have to stop meeting like this," he said.
He sat up and looked around, seeing that there was more than just himself and Wing present. "That dark stuff got you guys too, huh?", he asked of the group at large though it wasn't really a question. "Any idea where we are?"
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He was also more than a bit freaked out, a feeling that only gets worse when he realizes that he's trapped in a creepy enclosed cave. He starts vocalizing his complains in the same fashion as Gunmax but given his fast speech patter the words are unintelligible.]
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Gunmax and Blurr freaking out made him flinch and turn towards them. Blurr first. He moved to the small, blue speedster. "Blurr. Blurr, calm down. We're going to be okay, we'll find a way out of this."
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"Ya know, this getting old real fast." He mutters, and looks around. At least Sentinel's not yanking his face around this time! Doesn't take him long to be on hius feet eiuther, though. Specially with the paniced babbling going on.
"Whoa, hey! We all need to calm down."
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Not that he trusted this place at all. Even discounting how he'd gotten there, the whole place had that clingy-smoke feeling he associated with Darkness, and the last thing he wanted was to add any more.
"That's right," Lea said as Wing attempted to calm Blurr, though it was directed to the similarly panicked Gunmax as well. "Or if you're going to panic, at least try to panic productively. We need to figure out where we are and what's going on, and that's not gonna happen if we're all freaking out."
Seeking to set an example, Lea walked to the edge of the circle they'd woken up in. "Looks like we're in some sort of magic circle," he said. "See the designs on the floor? And-"
He was about to say more before he spotted something that made him startle for a moment. "And I think we just solved the mystery of where the missing people went...", he said after a moment, grimacing a bit as he indicated what looked like a pile of bodies. This situation was looking less promising by the second.
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"Look, whoever's taken us here probably expected us to not wake up so... yeah, stop with the screeching." Also he's kinda hungover and would like the loud noises to stop.
He waves an arm over the circle edge and when he's met with no real resistance or death lasers, goes to take a step out. WHAT COULD HAPPEN????
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He still totally let Sentinel stroll on out of the circle first, though. When he didn't explode or anything, Gunmax rushed out and over to the pile of bodies for a closer look. Something he'd regretted doing almost instantly, seeing as this was probably the most terrifying thing he'd ever seen in his short life, BUT HEY. Gotta do cop stuff. And pretend to be totally cool while doing it.
The one thing he wasn't expecting to discover upon examining a pile of dead bodies was the fact that these dead bodies were IN FACT alive bodies. Now he didn't exactly have much going on by way of medical training, but he was pretty sure people in the sort of state that some of these guys were in should be pretty dead.
"Oh my God. These people are alive."
God he wished Deckard or someone was here because he was kind of freaking the fuck out on the inside. PANICKING PRODUCTIVELY right Lea.
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They...they couldn't be alive! Not in this state! And yet... "Dear Primus, It's true. They're alive."
He...didn't like the implications of this, and a hand went to his chest and that pulling sensation that made him wonder if this would be their fate if they didn't find a way out...
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However, the pulling, draining sensation in his chest doesn't stop.
For all, it is becoming more painful.
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The tugging sensation in his chest, which at first had been barely noticeable, was gradually becoming harder to ignore. He was trying very hard not to speculate about what it might be, and to not think of the last time something had been ripped from his chest. 'It's not going to happen again,' he thought firmly, clutching one hand around the Wayfinder hanging around his neck. 'Not again. Not ever again.'
Though it did nothing to ease the sensation in his chest, clutching both the Wayfinder and his Keyblade did seem to bolster him emotionally, and he strode forward, toward the strange alter-like structure on the opposite side of the circle from the pile of not-dead bodies. A strange looking little girl... robot... person with bat-like features writhed in pain in the center of a pentagram, and something in Lea's chest tightened in a way that had nothing to do with the increasingly uncomfortable pulling sensation. That poor kid...
He stepped forward, intent on trying to cut the lines of dark energy that seemed to be binding her... only to spot someone much more familiar floating in a bubble of the stuff nearby. "Guys!", he called out. "It's Paian!"
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But then his gaze lands on that weird altar, he headed toward it, slowing when neared it.
"What the frag is this thing?" He glances at Lea at his statement, and he peers closer at the other bubbles. "Got a predacon...uh, dragon, in this one."
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"Whatever it is, though, we need to get Paian and these others out of it," he said. "I don't know what it's doing to them, but judging from this poor kid and what happened to the missing people, I'm guessing it's nothing good."
How to do that though? His eyes fell on the Keyblade in his hand. "A Keyblade's supposed to be able to unlock anything," he murmured thoughtfully. "Well, worth a shot. Now, how does Sora do this again...?"
He attempted to copy Sora's stance, and leveled his Keyblade at the bubble containing Paian. He was uncertain what to do from there, but the Keyblade seemed to know what he wanted. A moment later, a stream of sparkling light shot from its tip, lancing out to touch the dark energy bubble. But not piercing it. The light rippled over the bubble's surface, the Keyblade clearly trying to do something, but nothing happened, and the beam faded a moment later.
"Well that was a bust," Lea said, lowering his Keyblade and beginning to walk around the strange alter, trying to spot something that might give them a clue how to disrupt the dark energy.
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She lets out a piercing shriek of pain, body arching as the energy from the Keyblade engulfs her. It will only last a moment, but the damage is done. She sags against the dark binds that hold her, sobbing loudly now and shaking harder than before.
And the bubble around Paian shatters, the dark glow of the circle around him fades. The man drops heavily to the ground and it will take him a long moment to wake.
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He looked at his Keyblade suspiciously for a moment, as if it had betrayed him. Or maybe it was his fault. Did he do something wrong? Was there some part of the technique he was missing? This was his first time trying to use the Keyblade as anything but a weapon, after all.
That didn't explain why the beam was drawn to the girl, though. Or why it hurt her like it did. Maybe she was naturally a dark elemental? The Keyblade's magic was light-based, after all. There was really no way of knowing, though.
At least Paian was free, though barely stirring yet. And he didn't seem to be in that weird suspended animation state anymore. Lea wavered between checking on him or the girl first for a moment before deciding on the girl. It was his fault she was hurt worse, after all.
Cautiously, he stepped forward, intending to go to her side, but alert for any retaliation or roadblock that might try to prevent him from reaching her. Obviously she was important somehow, and he didn't trust this place not to try to prevent them from helping her.
((OOC: We'll just pretend the very last bit of my previous tag didn't happen, since I can't edit it now. X3 Also sorry for sorta-double-tagging but Lea would react immediately to this sort of thing.))
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"Howthefragdoyoupanickproductively!" He yells in frustration. Snapping makes him feel bad, which makes him calm down a little.
"SorrrsorryIjust..." Deep sigh. "Alright...I'm...calm." Except not but maybe if he fakes it long enough his processor will believe it.
Wing, he doesn't need to see those up close, you are going to watch the bodies all on your own. Sorry pal.
He moves towards Lea and the Altair instead, ignoring the pain in is chest and how he feels like he's walking though deep mud. If there are people here who need help, then he will focus on them.
"Lets not do that again. She seems to be some sort of energy conductor." He looked at Leah and them leans forward to check on Paian, looking for injuries.
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He'll study the other bubbles, leaving Lea to check on the girl. His gaze settles on Sentinel, concerned for him as well, he clearly doesn't seem to be doing well.
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The girl looks up at him, large, red robotic optics bright with pain and fear. "P-please..." It's all she seems to be able to get out.
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"E-ey. All will be alright, were going to help." He still didn't know how, or if they could even leave the cave, but Pain didn't need to know that. "Can you tell us who brought you here?"
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After a few seconds, he notices Wing's glace and goes over to join him by the bubbles. "Recognize any of them?"
He winces. Ow. Why is his voice so beautiful and deep.
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He crouched down next to her, trying his best to put on a reassuring smile despite the fact that the increasingly uncomfortable tugging sensation in his chest has begin to verge on downright painful. "Hey, kiddo," he said gently. "Sorry about zapping you like that;if I'd known that was gonna happen, I wouldn't have tried it. Just hang tight, though, OK? We're gonna try and find a way to get out of here. For all of us."
He doesn't quite have the heart to potentially lie to the kid and assure her that they would get out of there for certain. But he could at least be sure she knew they had no intention of leaving her behind when and if they did.
"I wanna try and help you, but I don't want to accidentally hurt you again in the process," he said. "This might be hard, but can you tell me if there's any way to get these bindings off you?"
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For a moment, it's all she can get out. She's shaking her head at his question. Whether he takes that as she doesn't know, or knows and doesn't want to say is up to Lea to decide.
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Lea looked up when Paian spoke to him. 'The key' huh? That sounded familiar. And Galos was behind all this? Lea frowned at that. Assuming they survived, he obviously had a goat to barbeque later. "I didn't do anything to her," he said. "Not on purpose, anyway." After a moment's debate, he stood up, making his way carefully over to Paian. "A Keyblade like mine is supposed to be able to unlock anything. I was aiming for the Dark Energy bubble you were in, but the Keyblade's beam refracted somehow and was draw to her. It hurt her when it hit"
He frowned. The beam wasn't supposed to do that. But if that girl was being used as a focus point for Dark Energy, no wonder it had. "So," he said, "I guess the question we have to figure out now is, how do we free her without killing her? And how do we do it in time to make sure we don't join that pile of not-quite dead bodies over there?"
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"Now, that's just cruel. Perhaps I can create a time bubble around her while you use the keyblade? I haven't done that since I was in the other cybertron and I can't maintain it for longer than 5 minutes but it could keep her safe from harm while you break the chains."
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He pulled one of the energy blades from his back. The Keyblade had used an energy of some sort, so he didn't want to do the same and risk the same result, but maybe a purely physical blow would make a difference? They wouldn't know if they didn't try.
He set the pommel against the bubble before drawing back to strike it.
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After a few shaky, heaving sobs she manages to look up at Lea and Blurr. Her voice is weak and thick with pain and exhaustion. "P-please...p-please kill me. Please."
I hope this is okay mods
BUT HOW, is the main question. Blurr looks at the others, not sure what they could try next if the time bubble failed. He lowers Pain on the ground and moves closer to the girl.
Blurr raises his hands and concentrates, trying to remember Vector Prime's lessons. He has to sense time, feel it pass, listen to it, so he could slow it down at will. It takes a few minutes but eventually the girl stops moving. The air around her seem freezed, the chains no longer making any sounds of sparking with dark energy.
Yep, it's fine. =3
Wing's strike didn't just add to the child's torture - the bubble shatters, the dark glow of the circle around it fading as Paian's had. The red dragon curled up within had a body about the size of a pony while the bubble was intact, but by the time the creature hits the ground, the body is closer to that of a draft horse, long neck, longer tail, and great leather wings draping limply in all direction. Like Paian, it won't stir right away.
"No!" the child cries at Blurr, desperation lending a modicum of strength. "Y-you...don't understand! H-have . . . have to . . . kill m-me. O-only way t-to break the-"
And she goes absolutely still, wide eyes staring, pleading. Blurr's time-affecting ability just took hold.
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Don't hold back, Axel. Promise.
Another girl's voice. He should... he should know that voice, those eyes... shouldn't he? He groped for the memory, standing stock still, brow furrowed in concentration.
Then Blurr's time bubble took effect, cutting off the girl's plea in mid-sentence, snapping Lea's focus back to the external. He hastily tried to recapture the wisp of memory but... it was gone, leaving only a fading, hollow sensation of something missing in its wake.
"Only way to break...", he murmured, half to himself, looking up at where the dark energy seemed to be flowing to, and feeling tugging in his chest that was starting to become genuinely painful. He hoped she was wrong, but... he had a horrible feeling that she wasn't.