DRAIN YOU OF YOUR SANITY

[fakethulhu]

WHO: The Emissary and co. versus everybody
WHERE: Off the coast of Battery Park and throughout the City
WHEN: Just before midnight October 31st (technically November 1st)
WARNINGS: Violence and frightening imagery
SUMMARY: Drawn by Illidan’s magic, a demon from beyond reality has come forth to help the Betrayer doom the world. The battle that saves

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[OPEN]

[pluckyreporter]

She supposed she should be thankful that getting kept in town until the Joker's party was over had given her time to go a little crazy. Without him, she never would have put the watch on.

It hadn't really occurred to her to do so until she was packing up her things and put the sleek black watch with Megamind's trademark lightening bolt on, not wanting to lose it in the shuffle-- and when she adjusted it, she felt the whole world go quiet for the first time in days.

It wasn't his watch. It was hers. The thing she'd asked him for. That he said he'd make for her -- to keep her mind quiet

[tastesrainbows]

Amongst the chaos of the advancing spawn, Kanaya recognized a familiar face on the sidelines, so she decided to run up to meet Roxanne. She certainly wasn't as much to look at as she'd been at the party, her features were slightly harsher, just enough to be decidedly inhuman, and her skin was chalk white to match the glow glazing out of her. And the horns, too, of course, or the very pronounced fangs.

But the main thing that might've put Roxanne off is the sight of her hands, mouth, and neck, blackened with blood from the work behind her. Didn't exactly match the little fairy wings she had strapped on her back.

"Miss Ritchie, I'd highly recommend evacuation at this point."

[pluckyreporter]

"-- Kanaya?"

WHOA.

That was a hell of a difference from the demure young lady she met at the party. The brainbots bowg bowg at her, as if curious to whether or not they should anything.

"What in the -- are you okay?" she asks, looking at the girl with wide, bewildered eyes.

[tastesrainbows]

She frowns a little at that, it's a silly question, really. "I'm perfectly alright, really." Oh, the blood. "None of this is mine, in case you were concerned over that. I know you humans tend to have more homogenized blood shades, but mine would be very different from this."

She pulls out a handkerchief from her jacket and wipes off her mouth a little. She really hates how terribly messy these things tend to be.

"I can't guarantee it will be safe for you here for an extended period of time, or really for even very shortly now." She looks back at the horde as it moves closer, then turns back to Roxanne. "You really should be going."

[pluckyreporter]

Okay, that freaks Roxanne out more than the freaky abominations from the sea. Such a nice girl and she's bathed in gore.

"I-- I will take your word for it," she finally managed, keeping her voice steady. But then she looks toward the fight in the distance. "The brainbots are recording; People will need to know what happened here. Do you understand? I can only go so far, and relay commands to them. Let me give some return home commands, and a location, so they know where to fall back for."

She wished she could have set up live relay-- but ultimately had been glad she couldn't. All she needed was to broadcast the frothing insanity lives and destroy some small minds on the internet.

Beckoning the Brainbot over, she gives it instructions to relay to the others - how to record, where to fall back to, and so forth; it bowg bowgs in reply, before it zips off.

[tastesrainbows]

"I recognize that you have your duties, but likewise I have mine. And tantamount among them is to protect non-combatants like yourself."

She waves a hand in the air, eastward, and when she closes her hand it's over the faintest trace of a glowing black string. Pulling on it with a slight twist, a gate opened like a snapshot of the events from the other side of the Hudson, from some harbor all the way out in Queens. She gestured to the portal with her free hand.

"I would feel much better if you assumed a safer vantage point. We can only delay this advance for so long!"

[pluckyreporter]

"Then help me fall back to a further point, but not out of the city. We need this information," Roxanne urged, looking into the portal. "Not off the island, but--further out. I can still relay through the 'bots and still get the story."

She looks back over the skyline, pointing futher from the fight. "Take me to one of the buildings near Central Park -- not too close, but then I can stay. If it gets too close, you'll know where I am to come and get me. Alright?"

[tastesrainbows]

Kanaya looks very uncomfortable about this suggestion. "To all indication, Ms. Ritchie, I believe that's the direction our opponents are headed in. That would at best serve to delay you from harm, but by no means exempt you from it. I would much prefer if you were in a far more remote location."

[pluckyreporter]

Okay, good point. Still, that'd be a great vantage.

"I still need to stay on the island. Take me beyond the Park, but -- don't take me off it. Let me do my job, Kanaya. I can't fight, but I can at least get this story-- so that when people turn around and blame an imPort, they'll see who stayed behind to fight that thing!"

People like Kanaya herself. People who could fight--covered in gore, but all the same...

[tastesrainbows]

"I'm not particularly convinced of what effectiveness this plan of yours may hold, and would like my general disagreement with positioning you in such a manner noted." And yet, she let go of the thread and let the portal snap back to the other side of the river.

Roxanne, despite her greater aptitude for getting hurt in a situation like this, was still an adult, and Kanaya never felt fully comfortable trying to command someone so much older. And so, the fussing gave way to compliance.

She found a thread pointed North, and reeled in a new portal around the location Roxanne suggested. "Should you be met with trouble, I would hope you'll be capable of finding someone in a position to assist you. I will do my best to maintain some degree of availability." Which means she's going to be worrying about the reporter throughout the remainder of this battle.

[pluckyreporter]

"If I get so much as a scrape you can -- do something rash, like snatch me up and take me away, I promise," Roxanne says, pleased with having managed not to be taken out of the 'fight', even if it's just one for the truth.

Thankfully, the brainbots don't have any minds to lose down there.

She grabbed her things, and her one last brainbot, and went through the portal.

[tastesrainbows]

"I will hold you to that."

And as Roxanne went through, she took note of the thread connected to her, so she could find it later if necessary. Then, releasing the one anchoring her gate in place, watched as it slipped back to its actual location before leaping back to the fray, back to the duties laid before her.

hurp after Kanaya and stuff

[in_likeflynn]

Nightcrawler had been moving back and forth between assisting with the fight and teleporting stray citizens out, to last-minute evacuation rendezvous points and beyond. The work was starting to take its toll. He was tired to the point where maintaining his upright posture is difficult. Lord willing, though, he would carry on throughout this.

When he spotted an acquaintance outside all of the mess on his way back into it, he had to give pause. With the noise that always announced his arrival, he appeared some paces away.

"It's dangerous here, Ms. Ritchi."

[pluckyreporter]

"... I'm aware of the risks, Mr. Wagner," Roxanne began but -- he looked ilke he needed more help then SHE did. She moved over, drawing him to her hidey-hole. "Please, rest for a moment. You won't do any good if you can't-- do-- whatever you just did for much longer."

She broke into her bag, with her gear, pulling out a water bottle and extending it. "Here."

[in_likeflynn]

"Teleportation." Kurt offered the word with a small smile, bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes. He stepped forward to take the offered space, laughing very lightly. "I look that bad, hm?"

The bottle, he took with his tail, popping down into a croutch. If he'd been so plainly called out, there was no point in denying anything. Aside, conversation might work to compel her from harm's way. "Danke. I appreciate it."

[pluckyreporter]

"Exhausted, at least. But I wouldn't say you're too bad--but I might just be developing a thing for dashing blue rescuers, though," she said dryly, knowing it was no such thing at all.

She watched the chaos from afar, she asked, "How bad is it? Kanaya moved me up here on protest-- I'm just wondering if it's getting... well, worse down there."