#event: data corrupt

[deadlydevotion]

So his avoiding the monsters in the vents and broken corridors had lasted nowhere near as long as he had hoped it would and he ended up having to sprint through seemingly endless corridors, looking for literally anyone who was an actual, proper combatant who's powers wouldn't be essentially used up in the first five minutes of him using it.

He was rapidly ending up lost in his attempts to avoid being mauled by the many skittering creatures on his trail.

"You're kidding me-!" He slid to a stop, having just careened into a corridor blocked by rubble at the end. He could hear and sense at least six of the things close behind him, no time to circle back-!

Someone else too. His threads latched onto the other presence, relief flooding in as he recognized that unique signature. He hadn't spoken to Livio like this before but he didn't have time for niceties. His threads transmitted his mental call straight to Livio's mind. Or Razlo's, he honestly couldn't tell who was in charge from such a distance.

'Livio! I need a hand! I can't shake these things!'

@deathpacito

[mercurywitch]

☆ "LP041 - Suletta Mercury, Gundam Calibarn! Launching!" There wasn't a need for her to state all that before her Gundam was launched from the hangar of the space station, but it almost felt comforting to say it after so long. She knew Guel was launching right behind her. There weren't many people that had a means of fighting in space and so Suletta had decided to pilot the Calibarn even despite the risks.

The thrusters on the Variable Rod Rifle in the Calibarn's right hand sent her along, a single beam fired from its tip causing a ripple effect of flashing lights as enlarged Latchers exploded.

Another shot was fired, thinning out the swarm that had gotten close to the station.

"Mister Guel!" Suletta's breathing was heavy and rapid over the comms and he couldn't see how red Permet markings had risen on her body. It was the Gundam's Curse. But this wasn't within Quiet Zero's field, she didn't need to push it past Score 5. Theoretically she should have been okay. "There are... some getting closer... Can you handle them!?"

@sinbearing

[punisheye]

The desert feels like home.

It's arid and hot and sweaty but, well, he's used to that. It beads up under his collar and runs down his temple as the sun beats relentlessly down on the two of them. Just one sun here, though. Still glaringly bright, so he's glad he brought his sunglasses along.

He could almost convince himself they were back on that desert planet if it weren't for the singular sun and the brittle shrubbery scattered across the badlands. A vulture shrieks high above, circling, clearly taking note of some dead or dying creature to swoop in on. But Wolfwood isn't worried about that.

Dog hunkers down close to the ground, huffing out smoke through his nose, digging its claws into the dirt. Wolfwood squats down right beside him, one hand on his spine with his other hand brings a cigarette to his lips to take a drag.

"Do you really think," Wolfwood drawls, waving the cigarette lazily through the air, "We'll be able to fight this thing?"

Well, they've fought a whole lot of weird people. So maybe it's possible. Plus, they have these monsters at their side. That little feathery weirdo that accompanies his big feathery weirdo might somehow be of use, too. In some way.

The sand shifts under his feet. Wolfwood frowns. Dog growls.

"Our chances ain't lookin' good, Spikey."

@amoirsetpacis

[snowdaisied]

So this is what the others meant when they said that sometimes things happen here that are quite... Complicated.

With a grunt, Jill pushes back against a monster and slices it in half with her rapier. Though the space station seems to be secure for now, the hordes of Latchers that are sent towards it by the Dweller threaten that safety.

With the last few slain, they're allowed a moment of peace. Her spiramonster rests at her feet with a sigh, and Jill's expression turns contemplative as she turns towards Clive and Joshua.

"She said that they were going to temporarily unlock our powers..." For Jill, it doesn't make much of a difference. For the two brothers, however... "Which means you both can use your eikons, can't you?"

Her gaze shifts to the moon dweller that resides in the distance. It's a large, terrifying thing, but it's possible that it's something that Ifrit and Phoenix could fight against. She doesn't like the idea, but she knows that if they're following the same line of thought as her, then they're surely already thinking of a plan.

@roshield @flamesire

[deadlydevotion]

Stalking through the broken corridors of the apparently derelict space station was strangely reminiscent of home; it reminded him of walking through shattered pieces of the great ships meant to carry humanity to a new home across the stars. There were plenty of strange, alien creatures there too, only the Worms tended not to try sinking far too many teeth into him quite so frequently. He was avoiding them fairly well after a first, narrow escape, but he knew he wasn't going to be nearly as well equipped to handle this place and its dangers as some would.

He needed to find backup, someone of greater fighting ability who could help him reach the source of the tugging sensation in his chest. At least he could feel the little menaces coming and avoid them but that wouldn't last forever.

He headed for the first person his threads sensed, hoping it would be someone he could tolerate. Or at least someone who could escort him elsewhere.

[deadlydevotion]

As soon as he'd been able to get back to the island, Legato had made straight for the Land of Burnt Umber. He doubted there were many actively defending the desert and his home was there so he and whoever he could pick up on the way to help would have to be enough.

It was too bad the Dweller there was far too big for him to control, snapping his threads as if they didn't even exist. But it made swarms and swarms of the smaller things and well, Legato was an expert at stretching his mind to manipulate many people at once. Monsters were no different, now that his full power had been returned to him.

He planted his feet, the device at his shoulder singing as his threads unraveled and whipped through the air. Hands spread like the director of an elaborate puppet show, the thread puller lives up to his moniker.

A contingent of Lurkers wheel through the sky on his command, more and more snagged and brought to heel as he works his power out across the swarm. He grins past the familiar ache in his skull, focused on the movements of the neatly ordered army he builds from the enemy to the point where he's nearly blind to his own surroundings.

Luckily gold wings flash among the creatures and arms wrap around his waist before the burrowing monster can emerge near enough to make a move to end the show.

"Oops," he laughs a little breathlessly as Aurelius sweeps him up and out of immediate danger. "I am afraid I got caught up in the thrill of having my powers back. Thank you, this is a great many minds to split attention to all at once." Indeed gold eyes are distant and not quite seeing as he directs his new minions to attack their own maker and distract from the others still remaining on the ground.

He is a master conductor and the monsters his orchestra, perfectly in synch as they wheel and dive and wreck havoc.

@hollowfaith

[ghostbxsted]

@sxnburst || Circuit City Mayhem

Why? Just... why? Danny can't help the dismayed sigh as yet another monster bulldozes a building. Maybe he should've expected this; the relative calm of his first weeks here quickly followed by the crashing of a storm.

It's not too different from Amity. But, still. He'd still rather not have to deal with any of this. People panicking, people in danger, and virtually no ending in sight to the rampaging monsters. At least he wasn't the only one fighting. He is thankful for that.

At least most people have been evacuated. But that doesn't solve the problem, just lessens the impact of collateral damage. There doesn't seem to be an end in sight. He's not — tired. Not yet. Not in the physical sense. But all this fighting is exhausting, and he's always hated it. Constantly having to fight.

Currently he's trying to regroup with the others here. Lionheart personnel and individuals that just... happened to be here. He's pretty sure their numbers have been shrinking. But apparently death isn't, like, a permanent thing here? Which is... Hm. To think about.

He hovers over everyone, quite literally, flitting back and forth as he helps check for injuries. He's not the greatest at first aid, frankly, but he wanted to be useful. He hopes no one questions the fact he's able to fly around now.

"Hey, uh, you okay? Can I get you anything?"

[deadmandraw]

@baddestdangerboy || Data Corrupt Pt. 2 Starter

First they were transported to the... Space station because the Earth wasn't safe. And now the space station was also unsafe. Figures. Why isn't he surprised by this turn of events?

At least he has a clear objective: climate the invading monsters. Apparently some were coming from the moon? He doesn't really understand it. The fact they were in space was above him, really. But fighting for the lives of others was something he was well acquainted with at least.

The thrum of adrenaline. The feeling of Crowned Clown's claws tearing through an opponent. For the first time in weeks it felt like he was finally able to breathe again. None of the opponents were Akuma — they were all something else. As deadly as they were strange.

He rounds a corner, flipping and twisting his way through a hoard. Six, then five, then four, then three, then two— There was someone else fighting. It looked like one was about to catch him from a blind spot. Half a beat. Crowned Clown reaches—

BAM!

Allen's left arm stretches across the distance accordingly, slamming into the creature and pinning it down. It screeches as it struggles. Allen picks it up and slams it down hard. It stops struggling.

Just the sound of their breathing, now. Allen offers an awkward little smile and a wave. "You alright? There's certainly a lot of these. Crawling all over the place."