Bride of quiet, Bride of all unquiet things...Come the infantry, Come the archers Of hell
Characters: Anyone not in an endgame group and wants to kick asses and take names
Time: Panic O'Clock
Location: Union Station
Content: Phages. Outsiders. Screaming civilians
Format: Prose/Action/ WHATEVER
Warnings: Fear. Violence. Action. Shit hitting the fan.
A wedding reception had been in progress at Union Station when the end began. The open, airy space had been filled with soft lighting and tasteful drapings when the phages came, and the lights now flickered and wavered like live things, casting twisting swirling shadows of violet, pink, and blue around the great hall. The drapings too, swirled in unseen winds, one moment snapping away from the breeze and the next seeming to twine around some hapless screaming wedding guest. The formerly joyous space was now filled with screams and the scent of wild, animal fear as things out of nightmares began to materialize.
...a hooded figure trailing grey mist along its cloak
a young girl, her face pale and bloated from the icy waters of some deep well and her fingers fish eaten, clawing for throats...
... clowns, their mouths fixed in bloodthirsty grins as they swung machetes red with rust and blood
a glimpse here of some long-dead thing staring with maggot-filled eyes... another of some leviathan of fur, teeth, and claw...
With every moment, every scream, the monsters grew stronger, grew more solid in their appearance. And they kept coming.
But beneath the sound of screaming and rending flesh, there was another sound, a low, mechanical rumble. The trains, it would seem, were still running. For the moment, there was at least hope for escape.
((ooc: These threads will not have mod-controlled NPCs! Which means you guys are responsible for siccing them on your own characters or on each others'. They are killable, but this is your chance for epic, so make it count! Have fun, but REMEMBER, your characters still have their power restrictions.))
Time: Panic O'Clock
Location: Union Station
Content: Phages. Outsiders. Screaming civilians
Format: Prose/Action/ WHATEVER
Warnings: Fear. Violence. Action. Shit hitting the fan.
A wedding reception had been in progress at Union Station when the end began. The open, airy space had been filled with soft lighting and tasteful drapings when the phages came, and the lights now flickered and wavered like live things, casting twisting swirling shadows of violet, pink, and blue around the great hall. The drapings too, swirled in unseen winds, one moment snapping away from the breeze and the next seeming to twine around some hapless screaming wedding guest. The formerly joyous space was now filled with screams and the scent of wild, animal fear as things out of nightmares began to materialize.
...a hooded figure trailing grey mist along its cloak
a young girl, her face pale and bloated from the icy waters of some deep well and her fingers fish eaten, clawing for throats...
... clowns, their mouths fixed in bloodthirsty grins as they swung machetes red with rust and blood
a glimpse here of some long-dead thing staring with maggot-filled eyes... another of some leviathan of fur, teeth, and claw...
With every moment, every scream, the monsters grew stronger, grew more solid in their appearance. And they kept coming.
But beneath the sound of screaming and rending flesh, there was another sound, a low, mechanical rumble. The trains, it would seem, were still running. For the moment, there was at least hope for escape.
((ooc: These threads will not have mod-controlled NPCs! Which means you guys are responsible for siccing them on your own characters or on each others'. They are killable, but this is your chance for epic, so make it count! Have fun, but REMEMBER, your characters still have their power restrictions.))