Post by Zeich Yajuu on Feb 6, 2014 20:29:26 GMT -5
((OOC: Unfortunately, in the interest of moving the story forward, this canon is being ended as a failure. So I'm putting a cinematic ending on this and issuing rewards. For Jin specifically – ignore what happened to Otto last post, as there's no purpose in that particular line now.))
“How bothersome.”
Discord sat atop the remains of an enormous skyscraper, one that had been leveled by a good fifteen stories in an explosion that had filled the sky with a cloud of smoke and rained ash down on the streets below. For the non-aware humans that had been watching, it had been a frightful day; the presence of hatred, of envy, of longing had intensified so that there were riots in the street. They were being called towards something, but everyone around them wanted it. Everyone else had an eye on their treasure, their trinket, their goal. Whatever it was they wanted, everyone else did too, and that meant everyone else would take away something of incalculable worth. Mothers fought their sons, wrestling for their throats in an attempt to prevent the greedy, ungrateful whelps from stealing what was rightfully theirs, while couples laid bare their suspicions of the other through violence. Weapons were drawn, and the streets were soon awash with the blood of hundreds.
And it was worse for those who did have any ability to sense spiritual energy. Jin and Pavel would feel the effects as badly as anyone, but for some reason they had managed to keep their sanity intact. Perhaps it was their spiritual power that protected them, or unique biology; whatever it was that saved them from losing themselves to the madness and violence was unimportant. What did matter was that it kept them sane, albeit barely. The sensations of desire and greed were just as overwhelming to them, but lacking the edge that set off the rest of the population. Both would stagger, feeling an overwhelming rush of want that drove them to their knees, clutching their heads as though they would burst from the sensation.
In the club, where Jin was, madness ensued. Even as he was knocked down to his knees, there were screams around him. A glance would show that several of the patrons had drawn weapons and were killing those around them, even each other. Friends who had just been chatting merrily only a moment before were at each other's throats, or clawing another's eyes out. The gladiators had climbed out of their pit, and were also laying waste to the various assorted guests as well. Many were screaming about “it,” a vague, unspecified object that they believed everyone and anyone was going to take from them. Jin would be forced to flee the club before he too became a victim of a mass of violent humans, a crowd of blood-soaked bodies and death washing over him.
Outside, he would find Otto waiting, also affected by the rush. The man was collapsed on his side on the ground, somehow affected worse than his companions. And no wonder; outside of the building, the feelings of hatred and desire became several times stronger. Only strength of will would keep the Bounts on their feet. Pavel, around the other side of the building, was suffering a similar problem, though he no longer had the bouncers to deal with as they killed one another, leaving their corpses at his feet. Pavel would be too busy dealing with the chaos raging inside him as much as any other human in the area, though he too managed to keep his mind intact. Fortunately, a call from his dispatcher came, immediately ordering him to leave the area before whatever mind-warping power was affecting the city affected him too. Both groups left the city as quickly as they could, fighting their way through panicked crowds as they made their way out of the sphere of influence filling the city.
Upon escaping in their various directions, the two groups would give pause, freed of that terrifying influence that had almost put them at everyone's throats. What was that madness? Was that the result of the object they were supposed to be obtaining? Had Hell won? Certainly, it seemed as though Hell had broken out in Seoul, especially as several of the buildings caught fire, smoke poured out of the city, and blood painted the streets red. They had failed in obtaining the item that existed within the city, and the price was the entirety of the populace; everyone within the area ended up dead or severely injured to the point that only a couple hundred remained after the riot started to fade, exhausted and battered, unable to fight anymore.
“You really can't find good help these days.” Discord sighed as he twirled a small bracelet with his fingers. The metal band was a single, piece, no divisions or flaws in the worked piece, and it was a dark, ebony black. Even this close, the Diplomat didn't seem affected, yet it was obvious that the bracelet he held was the source of the riot that had filled the streets of Seoul. The sensation was dimming down quickly over time, the machine that had been overamplifying the item's qualities finally starting to fall apart after such stress on it, but the original feeling of desire and longing coupled with a suspicion of all around the bearer had originated in the bracelet. It was certainly a cursed object of some kind.
“Still, I did get to have some fun with my new toy... it's a shame that I couldn't enjoy watching my pawns struggle a little longer, but clearly they didn't believe me when I said I was bringing Hell to Earth.” A soft chuckle broke from between the Diplomat's lips as he held the bracelet up to stare at it a bit more. “Isn't it strange, how the truth is the most suspicious thing of all? I tell them that the bracelet is what I need, and clearly it wasn't enough motivation for them. Oh well. I guess I'll try this little toy out for real at my next stop...”
With that, Discord vanished, simply disappearing into the smoke-filled sky. As he did, the feeling filling Seoul vanished completely, leaving the remaining humans with a sense of despair so overwhelming that it would have even impressed the Segunda Espada. Suddenly the object that had filled their souls with such obsession had simply vanished, leaving a gaping void that consumed them utterly, leaving them no hope, no desire to live. One by one they dropped to the ground, hearts stopping in agony at the loss, or a bladed weapon thrust into their bodies to end the torment. Suicide and death through shock wiped out the last few remaining humans in Seoul, leaving nothing but a mountain of corpses within the city limits. Not a single living being remained in Seoul, now nothing more than a city of death.
((OOC: Congratulations, this is the price of your failure! Kidding, kidding, stuff happens. Anyway, for three solid pages of posts, rewards are as follows:
Jin: 1800 TP
Pavel: 1200 TP))
“How bothersome.”
Discord sat atop the remains of an enormous skyscraper, one that had been leveled by a good fifteen stories in an explosion that had filled the sky with a cloud of smoke and rained ash down on the streets below. For the non-aware humans that had been watching, it had been a frightful day; the presence of hatred, of envy, of longing had intensified so that there were riots in the street. They were being called towards something, but everyone around them wanted it. Everyone else had an eye on their treasure, their trinket, their goal. Whatever it was they wanted, everyone else did too, and that meant everyone else would take away something of incalculable worth. Mothers fought their sons, wrestling for their throats in an attempt to prevent the greedy, ungrateful whelps from stealing what was rightfully theirs, while couples laid bare their suspicions of the other through violence. Weapons were drawn, and the streets were soon awash with the blood of hundreds.
And it was worse for those who did have any ability to sense spiritual energy. Jin and Pavel would feel the effects as badly as anyone, but for some reason they had managed to keep their sanity intact. Perhaps it was their spiritual power that protected them, or unique biology; whatever it was that saved them from losing themselves to the madness and violence was unimportant. What did matter was that it kept them sane, albeit barely. The sensations of desire and greed were just as overwhelming to them, but lacking the edge that set off the rest of the population. Both would stagger, feeling an overwhelming rush of want that drove them to their knees, clutching their heads as though they would burst from the sensation.
In the club, where Jin was, madness ensued. Even as he was knocked down to his knees, there were screams around him. A glance would show that several of the patrons had drawn weapons and were killing those around them, even each other. Friends who had just been chatting merrily only a moment before were at each other's throats, or clawing another's eyes out. The gladiators had climbed out of their pit, and were also laying waste to the various assorted guests as well. Many were screaming about “it,” a vague, unspecified object that they believed everyone and anyone was going to take from them. Jin would be forced to flee the club before he too became a victim of a mass of violent humans, a crowd of blood-soaked bodies and death washing over him.
Outside, he would find Otto waiting, also affected by the rush. The man was collapsed on his side on the ground, somehow affected worse than his companions. And no wonder; outside of the building, the feelings of hatred and desire became several times stronger. Only strength of will would keep the Bounts on their feet. Pavel, around the other side of the building, was suffering a similar problem, though he no longer had the bouncers to deal with as they killed one another, leaving their corpses at his feet. Pavel would be too busy dealing with the chaos raging inside him as much as any other human in the area, though he too managed to keep his mind intact. Fortunately, a call from his dispatcher came, immediately ordering him to leave the area before whatever mind-warping power was affecting the city affected him too. Both groups left the city as quickly as they could, fighting their way through panicked crowds as they made their way out of the sphere of influence filling the city.
Upon escaping in their various directions, the two groups would give pause, freed of that terrifying influence that had almost put them at everyone's throats. What was that madness? Was that the result of the object they were supposed to be obtaining? Had Hell won? Certainly, it seemed as though Hell had broken out in Seoul, especially as several of the buildings caught fire, smoke poured out of the city, and blood painted the streets red. They had failed in obtaining the item that existed within the city, and the price was the entirety of the populace; everyone within the area ended up dead or severely injured to the point that only a couple hundred remained after the riot started to fade, exhausted and battered, unable to fight anymore.
“You really can't find good help these days.” Discord sighed as he twirled a small bracelet with his fingers. The metal band was a single, piece, no divisions or flaws in the worked piece, and it was a dark, ebony black. Even this close, the Diplomat didn't seem affected, yet it was obvious that the bracelet he held was the source of the riot that had filled the streets of Seoul. The sensation was dimming down quickly over time, the machine that had been overamplifying the item's qualities finally starting to fall apart after such stress on it, but the original feeling of desire and longing coupled with a suspicion of all around the bearer had originated in the bracelet. It was certainly a cursed object of some kind.
“Still, I did get to have some fun with my new toy... it's a shame that I couldn't enjoy watching my pawns struggle a little longer, but clearly they didn't believe me when I said I was bringing Hell to Earth.” A soft chuckle broke from between the Diplomat's lips as he held the bracelet up to stare at it a bit more. “Isn't it strange, how the truth is the most suspicious thing of all? I tell them that the bracelet is what I need, and clearly it wasn't enough motivation for them. Oh well. I guess I'll try this little toy out for real at my next stop...”
With that, Discord vanished, simply disappearing into the smoke-filled sky. As he did, the feeling filling Seoul vanished completely, leaving the remaining humans with a sense of despair so overwhelming that it would have even impressed the Segunda Espada. Suddenly the object that had filled their souls with such obsession had simply vanished, leaving a gaping void that consumed them utterly, leaving them no hope, no desire to live. One by one they dropped to the ground, hearts stopping in agony at the loss, or a bladed weapon thrust into their bodies to end the torment. Suicide and death through shock wiped out the last few remaining humans in Seoul, leaving nothing but a mountain of corpses within the city limits. Not a single living being remained in Seoul, now nothing more than a city of death.
((OOC: Congratulations, this is the price of your failure! Kidding, kidding, stuff happens. Anyway, for three solid pages of posts, rewards are as follows:
Jin: 1800 TP
Pavel: 1200 TP))