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

[in_likeflynn]

"Well. It is a charming color." Almost as dry, and he pauses to drink. Now that he's stationary, he's feeling the exhaustion a little more, realizes how worn out and hungry and thristy he is. Ah! He should not have let himself pause!

"Difficult to say. I am trying to do more evacuating than fighting, but the horde is quite numerous. It cannot be helped. It is... It is difficult to know where they are coming from, impossible to know how many they are, and that is to not mention the monstrosity. It does not bode well. Not that it ever did."

[pluckyreporter]

"Getting to be one of my favorites," she quips back. But she sits with him for the moment and adds, "Well, in the Lovecraft books they were always, well, cultists and stuff that gave themselves over to evil. So maybe they were just-- biding time."

It's been a long time since she read those, though-- otherwise she's pretty sure that this would, honestly, be worse... if it weren't here.

"Or maybe he's an imPort and this is his power. Who knows?"

[in_likeflynn]

"Certainly not I." The thought makes him frown, but it is something completely possible, that this is a more innocent being simply attempting to cope with a strange situation. Similar things have happened, numerous x-gene manifestations that caused both personal and wide-spread destruction... It never ended well.

Further, despite being a fellow who's read well enough, he knows next to nothing about Lovecraft or cultist writings or general things of that nature. The horrific joke of it all, if it can be called that, is completely lost on him.

"It must be stopped, whatever it is. Hopefully, it will be. Otherwise..." Well, he's not sure what otherwise.

[pluckyreporter]

"It's looking for something in the park; I don't have the data from the brainbots yet, but I'm guessing there's something in Central Park that it really wants," she says, looking in that direction.

God only knows what it wants, though; Roxanne sure doesn't.

[in_likeflynn]

"Mm." For the moment, there's just the noise of affirmation. The experience of superheroing tells him that there's got to be some miraculous solution to this whole problem, not that the solutions have ever come easy in the moment. And then there's the thought... Who has that solution, and where is he best suited?

Evacuations, yes. This, he would stick to. He couldn't do enough damage at once to be of much use, and the teleportation, limited as it was, was more suited to the job of quick getaways.

Which sort of reminds him... "Are you sure you should be so near to all of this, Ms. Ritchi?"

[pluckyreporter]

While he sits in thought for a moment, Roxanne lifts her camera, and snaps a candid. Why? That's what she does. Besides -- maybe he'll need a reminder later. You never know.

But then she lets the camera drop again and says, "Someone has to get the story."