etrayalogs | mission 010.

mission 010.

WHO: Nate, the anomaly, and those involved
WHEN: near the end of the mission
WHERE: Earth-2
WHAT: anomaly end of mission shenans
NOTES\WARNINGS: threads will be marked where needed but blanket violence + death warnings

catch-all post for all things related to the anomaly near the end of the mission. feel free to do up your own top-levels here, tag out, fighty-fight, etc. info related to the anomaly, the timeline of events, and players involved found here for reference. feel free to toss any questions or do gentle plotting there.

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The tickling sense of impending impediment comes a hair too late to reconsider the shot; survival comes first, so the bolt goes sailing well off-course while Knife's twisting their body to dodge the full brunt of the blow. Pending wholly discards the crossbow in favor of freeing up his hands to launch himself upright, blades dropping into his hands from some hiding spots in his sleeves.

Fuck. FUCK. Fuck-- Wild-eyed, struggling to hear past the blood pounding in his ears, Pending's focus snaps forward to the...glaringly red shape in front of him (that's nice, that helps).

"Piss off," he barks, gruff and urgent. If that's all it takes, all the better; Knife's window to work in is shrinking by the second.

"Trying to shoot Nate, and now you're cursing at me?! You're on your last straw, mister!" Wade scoffs back, twirling his blades in hand and circling him.

"Leave him alone." Maybe there's an inkling in the back of Wade's mind that suspects this is necessary? But there's no way in heck he's going to listen right now. Not with Nate, especially.

"This is your last warning."

And by warning, he means he's going to attack you now. He leaps, blades swinging with speed and skill, and very much with the intent to kill.

Yap yap yap. Pending's lip curls, flashing tusk, taking those chatty seconds to cast a spell on himself. As Wade leaps to do a murder, Pending's body begins to quiver, vibrate, and split; the space where he was is filled with air, as mirror images of the half-orc frame it.

Both images move in tandem but the true body, the one on the left, is the one whose knife properly aims for the meat between Wade's neck and shoulderblade.

"What the, fu-- I mean, crud!?" Wade blinks, looking around frantically as he does whatever that was. There are two more of him now?

"How'd you do that?! Are you like Multiple man something?! That was kind of coo-!" Wade sees them all attack at once and then proceeds to do nothing to stop any of their forward progress, letting the attack come. Perhaps to key him onto the real one? The knife buries into the shoulder, but now he's up close and Wade can hit back. He cracks his head forward with the intent to headbutt him, blade finding Knife's side before Wade rolls away.

"Khh-!"

Pain is a frequent friend, but the bite never gets any easier to bear. The sharp heat of even just a glancing blow makes Pending flinch - a move that is directly mirrored by its illusory clone.

This just speeds the clock up. Hurry. Hurry hurry hurry kill that thing get it out of my head--

Shooting a wary look at Wade, the two Pendings waver, pivot on a heel, and start toward the next roof, leaping to clear some distance, to find a way down and get to Nate.

"Hey, buddy! Where are you going!?" He darts his gaze at all the versions, and follows after them, resheathing his swords and leaping. And promptly tumbling and nearly rolling off that next roof, smearing blood everywhere from his stab wound, just managing to find his grip and start crawling his way back. He's bleeding, but the wound is already starting to close. The pain of it screams at him, but Wade is used to it by now. His powers make him careless.

And now he's back to not knowing which of them is the right one. Dang it. This sounds like a job for indiscriminate gunfire! Wade pulls out his Desert Eagles from their holsters and starts to fire wildly at all of them, "Stay away from NATE! I'm getting mad now!"

Well, a mirror image isn't going to do much to body-block a flurry of bulletfire. While some phase through air uselessly, a few slice through fabric in motion, bounce off blades, and one has a lucky go at nicking against Pending's jaw and taking some skin with it. The yelp that escapes him doesn't really fit, pitched oddly as it is, more like a foxlike cry than a deep-toned orc.

Getting to Nate half-alive won't leave enough of a body to do the work; Knife has to get rid of this albatross around their neck.

After clearing the roof with a rolling jump, Pending springs to his feet and turns, flickering as the duplicate does. There's only a few seconds left of the trick, so Knife has to make it count.

Unlike Wade, Knife's not really the sort to jaw on during a fight - it honestly takes a lot of effort to not immediately freak out and make a mistake when it's head-on. Weirdly, the lack of visible eyes helps - depersonalizing the foe makes it less a moral chore to clean up. Pending's own eyes are wide, wild, and the longer this goes on the whiter they get in the iris, as all of Knife's focus is on the task and not keeping up disguises.

The two Pendings grimace, eyes wincing in a pleading fashion before committing to rushing forward to meet Wade in the middle, dodging bulletfire and dropping to knees to slide the remaining way, arcing blades to slash for tendons in the legs and ankles.

"Ga-ah! Ouchies!" Wade falls like a marionette with cut strings after his Achilles tendons are cut, face-planting onto the rooftop. And while that might stop anyone else from continuing to pursue this fight, that's not how Wade works. He's the Energizer Bunny of trying to murder assholes.

Wade flips himself over getting to his knees, guns back up and trying to fire his last two bullets, "Can't you at least give me a little banter back here? Feel like I'm feeling a brick wall with crazy eyes!"

The mirror image flickers out of existence as Pending kicks at one of the guns, hopping out of range of the other.

"Just stay down!" he cries, voice pitching low at the end, like someone was messing with vocal filters mid-plea. "Stay! Down!"

The gun flies out of Wade's hand and off the roof. Well, right about now would be a perfect time to be able to curse like a sailor, but even now he can't.

"Can't stop. Won't stop." He answers, lifting the still remaining gun with the intent to splatter his brains on the rooftop.

It happens the moment Knife moves to abandon the fight: A dodge slightly too slow, and a bullet shaves skin off the lower jaw and makes Pending howl and stagger. When they look back, their face is splattered with cobalt-blue blood ~~like some fucking homestuck character~~.

Momentarily forgetting his cause, Pending roars and lunges forward to wrest the gun free, to cut or skewer at fingers with a recklessness that leaves much to be desired in the artful assassin category. It's just raw frustration lashing out - some effort to do something that makes a change in Knife's favor.

Oblivious to Knife's feeling about his own blood, Wade is already commenting on it, still trying to fight despite his injuries, "Ooh, blue blood-- I didn't realize you were a cop!"

The last gun goes flying too and Wade is reduced to trying to throw a punch instead--- and losing a few fingers for his trouble, "Hey! I NEEDED THOSE!"

This fight... is really not going too well for Wade, is it? He just hopes it will give Nate time to get away or stop this guy. He'll heal from all of this, but it's going to get some time.

"Don't--" DON'T LOOK.

Pending's focus is pivoted immediately away from the hand hackjob, and he slaps the palm of one hand down on Wade's forehead. The other raises the knife and plunges it toward an eye.

Can't prove what you saw if you have no eyes, Knife figures. Not the best plan, but they're not thinking with the best of faculties in a moment of panic.

He raises the blade away to go for the other with near as much haste, but he is already thinking far away from here - Gotta stop it. That's more important. What's trying to nest in his head is a bigger deal. This is already unkind to Wade, but there's no resources to care with while stabbing down again.

Wade is looking at the blood and doesn't seem to be making any attempt to stop. Until. Well. His eye makes a sicking squelch as it's pierced, the liquid of the eye itself squirts out first before blood comes along right after--

"HOLY FUCK KNUCKLE!"

It seems the anomaly's influence is only going so far right now. But even the most proper person would be swearing at time like this! He's reaching with his nearly fingerless hand to try and stop the blade coming down again. And the blade ends up going through his hand and right into his last remaining eye.

He flails still trying to attack the man despite not being able to see him it all now. Blindly grabbing with his other hand, he manages to find fabric, curling tight to it. He sounds desperate now, but it's not for him, "Please don't hurt him."

"Fuck him," Pending spits, barely stopping to think about it while yanking the knife free with a jerking motion to send any gooey bits free of it. "Fuck him, fuck you, anything the fuck in my head--"

Knife's words - they're Knife's, the cadence of Pending's voice shifting to the speedy tempo of inner thoughts - they speed up with anger as their move away is halted by the tug they now feel. Furious, Pending turns on his heel and kicks at Wade's face until the grip relents and he can hop out of reach, backing up a few paces more before turning outright and making a break for the next roof and a way down to a confrontation with Nate.

Not with blood on your face, you're not, they think, scrubbing at the wounds and hissing at the sting. Scrub again, and the face starts shifting, reforming to wear Antigone along the way.

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cw:blood

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here comes the cw: eye gore

woot woot! cw: gore continued

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