monday's child is fair of face (2/2)

[palfriday]

CW: death, probably gore, possibly more TBA

[and that’s what you missed on glee.

and so, there “Friday” is, standing on the roof of the bar. the attention of the party has surely turned to her by this point, but she doesn’t care about that. she just needs one person to still be a little too distracted to stop what was coming next.

Monday snaps her fingers, and Jenny disappears from wherever she was standing before, reappearing directly in front of Monday, who embraces her from behind, an arm wrapped firmly around her middle. those with enhanced senses might catch what she whispers, seconds before she snaps Jenny’s neck so hard it hangs at a 90 degree angle as Monday kicks her, her corpse toppling forward onto the deck below.]

Surprise, bitch.

[well, there. unfinished business settled. onto more pertinent matters.]

Let’s get a little more comfortable first, hm? Can’t waste too much of her magic, but audiences love a quick change.

[she snaps her fingers, and Monday finds herself in an outfit that is far more to her taste. now. time for her grand performance.]

Greetings, foolish mortals! You may or may not have noticed that things have been a little bit different this month. While the Captain is off having a good old bitch cry about whatever it is he’s so upset about, poor little Friday was running herself ragged keeping this shitheap floating! She was so distracted, in fact, that she happened to have a little accident, while fixing something in the elevator shaft! [a laugh] I guess even clay bitches can break their necks! And there I was, sitting in Fucking Nowhere, doing Fucking Nothing, feeling Fucking. Nothing! And I saw her empty shell. And I was, like, hey, free real estate!

Whatever tear in the veil that your whiny little Captain just didn’t feel like fixing? I ripped that fucker right open. And you’ve all met a few of the sorry little fuckers that fell out already, hm? [another snap] Not all of them, but, hey, that’s what now is for, right? Because, see, we all kinda got together a little bit, and we were like… You know, just borrowing some shitty bodies to have some fun for a few weeks? What a waste! And we still have a lot of bitches we need to spring from jail!

And that! Is where you assholes come in! And, trust me, you are all assholes. Have you even seen some of the psychotic shit you people have said and done to us? Like, yeah, Mary is legitimately insane, but she’s still a kid! Even I’m not gonna call a fucking nine year old a bitch!

You can try to run, but I fucking hate running in heels, so I made that a little bit… difficult. So. Why don’t you nice people just lay down and let us kill you. I’ll be gentle. Promise.

[perhaps people have tried to flee already. they likely have. and they’ve found that the entire party area has been blocked off by the same sort of barrier that surrounds the realm, an invisible orb holding them captive.]

Now. Let’s get the actual party started!

Comments

[opheliac]

(something really hot hits her leg and then there's this weird sensation of the venom and shimmer fighting against each other. the pinks in her eyes are flashing rapidly with her vision blurring.

jinx isn't able to hang onto him for too much longer so she falls back to the ground; a hand gripping on her head. her breath is shortening as she attempts to just keep focus. the venom isn't hurting her but... something weird is happening. she is feeling really drained all the sudden.)

cwing the whole thread preemptively due to ebalon

[selenokinesis]

[You know. Sometimes you are some psychopath, laying on the ground, getting headbutted by a teenager who is bleeding on you (and also trying and succeeding to break your nose), and sometimes your #bestie comes up to deal with the guy. #JustEbalonThings

Except this means that two motherfuckers are literally on top of him and he's already exhausted, the added weight of Jinx is not helping him wiggle out from under Notsuno, and so Ebalon makes the executive decision to simply... teleport away. A flash of white moonlight and then he reappears nearby, just in time to watch Jinx die apparently.

Ebalon wipes the blood off of his face, a mix of Natsuno's and his own, staining lacy white sleeves. The feathers on his head are also stained a lovely crimson. So much for being the picture of elegance tonight, huh?]

I almost forgot how resilient you are, [he comments, holding his staff skyward,] or, well, the body you're borrowing. Huhuhu... let's make this a battle for the ages before the real Natsuno returns, shall we?

[Begin spellcaster bullshit.

Whatever spell he's channelling summons two medium-sized relics, one right behind him, and one far off in the back out of both Notsuno and Jinx's immediate reach. A blink, and they flare to life, a light blue field enveloping the area around Ebalon and a darker blue field enveloping the other. Ebalon's sure to place these in a way that keeps Natsuno and Jinx in the dark blue... with an apologetic glance momentarily thrown Jinx's way, since the dark blue field will slow and weaken anything within it, while the light blue will do the opposite.

Ebalon is busy maintaining shields on Mizuki some far distance off, but he'll slap one on Jinx real quick too before doing the Moon Thing that everyone always talks about. You know. The one where he summons an apparition of the full moon and makes it pulse and melt everything in the area? That thing? Yeah.

This is very clearly an attempt to keep Notsuno slowed down to take as much damage as possible before he comes for Ebalon again. Considering he's just standing there casting, though, it probably won't be hard to catch up to him.]

[Not Here]

[makesomedeals]

[Max left the party ninety minutes in with some, ahem, company and then decided not to return. He's been strolling the decks assuming nothing is happening when he feels that pulsing vibration, very faint since he's so far away but he turns to look at where the pool is and...

Yep. That sure is the moon.

Well, maybe the party got more interesting after he left, or perhaps the Moon Master is making his own fun. Either way, Max can't help a soft chuckle. Someone finally taking the night into their own hands.]

Good for you Ebalon. Good for you.

[Should he go investigate what's happening? Sure. Is he going to? Nah. You do you party friends. You do you.]

Driveby

[midnightroads]

Wherever Bash is at this point in the night, he looks up when he sees the moon summoned. Look, Bash isn't unfamiliar with fucky moon powers happening, but this isn't the same sort of divine bullshit his cousins close and distant pull.

"What is this Margot Adler bullshit?!"

Right, maybe sometime later, he'll chase down an answer to that rhetorical question. But maybe never, because that shit is wild.

Not here

[goodweather]

[ Across the decks, Phil stops and looks up to see a Whole Entire Moon. He half expects to start shapeshifting into a werewolf or something.

Holy shit??????? ]

[neverleave]

[It's cute that he thinks Natsuno is coming back, but - a "battle for the ages" is all he ever wants. God he loves dramatic villain speeches. He loves flashy magic bullshit.

The sways when the dark field saps some of his strength away, but that kind of thing never deterred him even in his original body. He already starts toward Ebalon when the FUCKING MOON appears in all of its over-the-top glory.

He starts laughing hysterically, eyes gleaming with red hunger. Oh, he's going to enjoy this - ]

Every breath you take...!

[Sup Ebalon this animatronic is flying straight at you]

And every move you make...!

[And now Notsuno is running after it, fangs extended -]

[selenokinesis]

[YOU.

Ebalon has the sudden realisation that his secret admirer is his possessed science experiment. This is unprecedented and fucked up and oh god there's animatronic Baphomet flying right at him— god dammit Notsuno he likes that thing, he's the one who suggested it in the first place...!

The Fucking Moon™ will hover in place, but due to channelling magic and not exactly expecting Notsuno to get out of his slowing field so quickly, and also the aforementioned alcohol, he's yet again Not in his element. Are mages ever in their element for dodging attacks? Sources say no, they have an armour class of like 14. Which is to say, Ebalon makes the choice to dodge the animatronic, but that leaves him open for Notsuno to potentially bite him. He's covered in makeup due to Halloween, and underneath it is a smattering of motherboard-patterned corruption and blood so black you'd think he bleeds oil. It probably doesn't taste great unless Notsuno likes the taste of the void itself.

Of course, Ebalon isn't completely defenseless; while the moon itself pulses and wrecks everything in the area, Ebalon twirls his staff around and commands the relic maintaining the lighter blue field to explode, sending a shockwave rippling across the deck to destroy even more than he already has. Does it damage him? Absolutely.

Is he grinning like a madman as Notsuno flies at him? Also absolutely.]

i rolled 8/10 for a bite, sorry ebalon

[neverleave]

[Notsuno - Mikazuki - sees the mad grin and raises him an unhinged cackle, even as he continues his awful rendition of that Police song. The shockwave tears through his body and it does slow him down, he never really stops. High on Shimmer and bloodlust and confident in this body's ability to recover, even the pain is just a wonderful reminder that he's alive, doing what he loves most.

He barrels into Ebalon and sinks his fangs into exposed flesh. This is not a fun Mizuki bite, and he breaks contact almost immediately, sputtering.

"Ugh, you taste like crap - "

Still, there's some shiki venom now in Ebalon's system. He did want the hard drugs...

no this is the best outcome, now he'll complain

[selenokinesis]

[This is not a fun Mizuki bite— and only Mizuki is allowed to chew on him in the first place. Part of him thinks that Natsuno might try to tear his throat out, part of him is beginning to possibly link consuming blood to regeneration factor (look, even a drunk can have a coherent thought sometimes), and part of him is

now a bit high.

The dizziness hits Ebalon in slow waves, thoughts slowing to a crawl while the world spins and tilts. He swears he sees two Natsunos.

So. Ebalon, drunk and high, someone perfectly able to cleanse toxins from his body... does not do this, because he's too busy trying to recalibrate and make sure he still has a grip on his other magic. He does not; the slowing field that they've long left behind also explodes after a few seconds, and the pulsing of the white moon becomes uneven and stuttered. In time, it'll begin to slowly sink down from the skies and onto the deck.

He thinks he's maintained his shields on Mizuki and Jinx. Thinks. And that's what matters, doesn't it? To him, at least. Finally does he remember he can respond to the comment made—]

Yes, most people don't like the taste of Henir corruption, I think.

[It's like black licorice but for vampires, probably.

Ebalon's vision is still blurred, and his magic is stretched thin while the venom courses through his veins, but he manages — somehow — to create a bullet-hell of moonlight spheres all aiming for Mikazuki at varied intervals. It's an attempt to get him to back off, get out of Ebalon's space, since if he teleports himself he might just clip through the deck Bethesda-style right now.]

just another manic drivebyyy

[busball]

Klaus is in the midst of throwing another pumpkin when he notes that the moon is doing something he's not used to the moon doing. The pulsing gives him a moment of pause, but he makes a small hum of interest.

"Really hope the moon doesn't fucking explode." An apocalypse seems like a shitty thing to live through and chances are they wouldn't. At least they'll look good when they die.