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- º original: cain,
- º ouat: elsa,
- º persona 3: yukari takeba,
- º pumpkin scissors: randel oland,
- º shadowhunters: alec lightwood,
- º shadowhunters: isabelle lightwood,
- º shadowhunters: magnus bane,
- º star wars: leia organa,
- º star wars: poe dameron,
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- º the 100: clarke griffin,
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- º until dawn: mike munroe,
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- º xmm: scott summers
( june event ) who's that pokemon?


For the residents of Wayward Pines, the 19th is just your typical boring Monday. The sun is shining. The birds are chirping.
Until suddenly, they're not.
That's the first sign. Maybe you don't even notice — you're far too busy with your nine-to-five, or maybe even by poolside, blissfully ignorant to the trouble brewing just out of sight, or to the fact that SPF 15 is basically just water anyway. Or maybe you aren't quite so lucky. You notice the birds have gone silent. You feel the eyes upon you, unseen but still raising goosebumps on the back of your neck.
And then from the woods, that telltale scream.
No, two screams, then three, then five, then more than a dozen. You can't count them, can't figure out which direction they're coming from. It's like they're all around you now. Even above you. Now you spot them on the rooftops — god, they're huge, you can't even fathom how they made it up there unnoticed.
But they're not playing at stealth anymore. One leaps off the roof, a single fluid bound on long thick limbs, and barely lands on the sidewalk for a moment before it lunges at the nearest person — your neighbor mowing his lawn, or maybe the woman carrying that armful of bags out of French's Grocery — long claws slicing through their flesh like a hot knife through butter. Then comes another, and another. Into the streets, the backyards, and the ill-timed pool parties, tearing through every living soul they can find.
By nightfall, the creatures have retreated back into the woods en masse, but anyone foolish enough to wander too far from the safety of their homes runs the risk of being picked off one by one if they're not careful. The 20th and 21st follow a similar pattern; during the day, the Sheriff and a team of volunteers comb through the woods looking for survivors, and during the night, these creatures do much the same.
The morning of the 22nd dawns with the last of the vicious "murder potatoes" (as Linda had hysterically dubbed them on the first day while wielding a butcher's knife with astonishing proficiency) have fallen, and the danger is gone.
For now, anyway. The questions they leave behind, however? Those are here to stay.MOD NOTES
This is a catch-all for any and all threads pertaining to the Who's That Pokemon event! It covers the battle on the 19th and the lingering danger over the course of the 20th and 21st.
PLEASE INCLUDE IN YOUR TOP-LEVEL SUBJECT LINE: Character Name, date, location, and open or closed, to help keep things a bit more organized.
If you have any questions regarding this event, feel free to ask them here!
Magnus Bane | all over town, all the time, all the pain
[Magnus is certain that the only reason he senses that anything might be wrong is because he's home, close to the wards he'd been slowly weaving into the walls of the house ever since receiving his spellbooks. There's a shiver in the periphery of his awareness as something brushes against the invisible barriers around the property, not trying to break through as much as gently testing the wards. Normally, he'd write it off as some sort of wild animal, especially when the birds go quiet in the trees, but there's something not right about the presence.
It's not until he hears the screams that he's on his feet, his book left behind as he reaches for his phone to call Alec and Izzy. He splits his focus between dialing and weaving through the house, descending into the basement for a weapon even as he murmured into the phone while listening to it ringing on the other end.] Pick up, Alexander. Pick up.
sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs (ᴏᴘᴇɴ: ᴍᴇʟᴇᴇ/ʀᴇsᴄᴜᴇ)
[Once the message goes up that people are heading to the hospital for shelter, Magnus along with the Lightwood siblings decide to join them in hopes that they'll be able to do the greatest amount of good for the most people possible. The only problem is that the hospital is literally as far away from their home as it's possible to get in the small town, which wouldn't be much of a hassle if it weren't for the packs of murderous monsters picking off anyone stupid enough to be on the streets of the town.
Unfortunately, Magnus is one of those stupid people. He's running through town with a very definite goal, but that doesn't mean he won't stop to help anyone in obvious need of it. Offering a hand, quite literally for those who might have fallen, he'll give a tight smile.] Are you alright? Can you make it to the hospital? We'll take you there.
[Half of the time he's wielding a guandao, as long as he is tall with a wicked blade on the end. But even when he loses it somewhere in the fray on Main Street, he can be seen casting magic in direction of any intruders. He'll be relieved once someone tells him about their weakness to fire since it's a specialty of his.]
ʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ (ᴏᴘᴇɴ: ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ/ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴsᴇ)
[Finally making it to their destination, Magnus is quick to find those who have been put in charge of defensive strategy. He figures that someone must be organizing the operation, given the network announcement, but finding anyone to guide him in the midst of the chaos taking over the hospital is difficult at best. He keeps getting sidetracked or slightly lost thanks to the sterile white sameness of everything. After some moments of frustration, he catches someone's attention.]
Excuse me, do you know who's organizing defenses? I can help, but we need to hurry.
[Though he could offer himself for offense, he has enough experience and strength in him to put up magical wards around the hospital, ideally in the form of tamed fire that won't spread beyond his control. Such a large area would require all of his concentration to raise, let alone maintain, and he'll need somewhere quiet to work if he wants to hold any kind of useful barrier for more than a couple of hours. He might even suggest sectioning off a smaller wing of the hospital for everyone to retreat to, decreasing the range of territory everyone needs to defend and patrol. Once he finds anyone remotely in charge—the name Roman is floating around—and given permission to continue, he'll be too focused to defend himself lest something sneaks inside during his preparations.]
[With the intruders retreating in long enough stretches of time to let down the strongest of their defenses, Magnus turns his attention to healing anyone in need of immediate medical attention. He knows that he needs to conserve what strength he has, and he really should be using this time to restore his energy, but there are people in dire need of assistance. Luckily, he can tell the difference between a shallow cut and something potentially fatal, and he'll do his best to stop any bleeding and infections even if he can't make wounds disappear entirely. He also, unfortunately, isn't sparing any strength to minimize the pain of mending broken bones or stitching skin back together.] This is going to sting a little, dear.
ᴡᴀʀᴅs (ᴏᴘᴇɴ: ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴡᴇɪʟᴅᴇʀs/sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟs)
[On the second day, Magnus' strength is flagging. Though he's been able to draw from both Alec and Isabelle, he needs more support if he's going to be keeping up his portion of the defenses around the hospital. He looks slightly gray as he wanders around, checking the wards but also looking for any source of strength that might allow him to stay useful for just a little while longer. There are sparks of energy in some the people around him, though he can't identify specifically what they are for some reason—he chalks that up to how exhausted he is rather than anything stranger that might be at work. All he can tell is that certain people have extra energy, most likely supernatural, that could be useful now that he's running low on his own magic. For those sparks bright enough, he doesn't have enough shame to stop himself from asking for help.]
Apologies for being so forward, but you wouldn't happen to know magic, would you?
[He might also put out a request for help, either through Alec or Roman, with an emphasis on finding people who are able and willing to lend Magnus a bit of their strength when necessary.]
[In the morning, Magnus collapses. He's already been forced to rest when possible by an over-protective husband, but he's weakened to the point of passing out entirely due to both physical and magical exhaustion. Unfortunately at this point, no amount of strength lent to him will restore his ability to raise wards, or really do anything other than not die. Hopefully his timing isn't terrible because his wards will be useless without him able to function as a direct source of power for them. Once he regains consciousness, he tries to struggle to his feet to get back to his post but will ultimately wobble and, if he manages to stand, slump against the nearest surface.] How long was I out?
ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ
[What it says on the tin! Magnus is available for action anywhere in town during the 19th but will be confined to the hospital for the remainder of the event.
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That's me. More or less.
[ He shakes his head, gestures a bit like it's clearing his head. Starting over. Take two. ]
I'm Roman, I've been putting a lot of the pedal to the metal here and keeping things organized.
[ The face looks familiar but right now isn't the time for reunions. As for himself, he looks completely unharmed. In a pair of borrowed jeans and a scrub top because really, better than what he'd had on when all this started at the pool party, but at least he only looks a normal sort of frazzled rather than overwhelmed. ]
How can you help, and what do you need?
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Magnus Bane. [Having been at home when the attacks started, Magnus is in an uncharacteristically subdued combination of black jeans and midnight blue silk shirt; it's not entirely battle gear, but he was more of a long-distance fighter.] I can set up barriers, magical wards, around the hospital. Fire is a possibility since the creatures appear to hate it, but that will take more energy to control enough to let late arrivals through to safety.
June 20th.
But despite her appearance, she watches with silent curiosity. She doesn't seem wounded at all. She's a healthy color and there's no pain in the young lines of her face. When the man's done, she makes herself known.]
Are you a mutant?
[You know. What with the healing.]
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I suppose that depends on your definition of a mutant. [Turning in his chair, he tilts his head to one side as he looks at her.] Are you here for healing?
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Clearly, she's more interested in him and his whole deal.]
Mutants have powers. Born with powers.
[... Made with powers, sometimes. But she doesn't say as much.]
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I'm a hybrid, half human half— [he chokes on the word 'demon' since it's not a fact one tends to advertise about themselves] —something powerful. It gave me magic, something you don't seem to be scared of. [He smiles at her, looking past the bloody clothes to see the girl wearing them.] Are you a mutant?
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It's not hard to tell something's weird with her, and she figures if he's given up his partial lack of humanity, she can give up her mutantisms. Even if it's done with some hesitation. She holds out her hand, making a firm first — then slowly lets her claws push through the skin between her knuckles, two a hand.
It looks painful, but she's relatively unresponsive to the pain.
Mostly because you get used to it, you know?]
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You must give very interesting handshakes. [He smiles, hoping she doesn't mind the joke.] Does it hurt?
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Which is certainly good enough, even if she hadn't really asked for it growing up. She doesn't smile at the joke (and she gives off that aura, that she doesn't smile often), but she seems pleased at the thought. Does it hurt...? Well, her father's weathered features flash in her vision. She looks at the claws.]
Every time.
[Glancing back at him--]
But they keep me safe.
June 19th Midst of Battle
[Again, Izzy peers down at her pendant, but it's still not glowing in warning.] Then it might be a little easier to fight them.
[The petite shadowhunter continues moving confidently, staff in hand rather than her whip for the moment--knowing that it'll be effective...or can be changed quickly if needed. Speaking of her staff, gesturing with it slightly, Izzy decides she better share what she knows from her trip home and then the way thus far toward the hospital.] They're slightly afraid of the electricity from my whip and it has a bit of an effect.
[Sharing is caring. And Magnus has magic, so he might be able to do something with that, after all? It is probably a little telling that Izzy is completely calm and speaking in a conversational tone in the midst of all of this, though.
She may look like someone that can't handle herself in her heels, full face of makeup, impeccably curled hair, and stylish ensemble, but she's very much a warrior.] You noticed anything worth sharing?
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Still, he can't say that joining Alec and Isabelle in a battle isn't more than a little exciting. He remembers being in life or death situations with them before, but not fighting side-by-side. His attention is fully on defending his little family, though, and he doesn't share Isabelle's fascination for the creatures.] I wish I could say I share your curiosity, but it ends with discovering their weakness.
[Glancing towards her staff, he adds the information to the list of observations he's been making in his mind.] If electricity scares them off, it could be the heat. They're wary of my magic, too, so perhaps it's fire.
[He didn't have an opportunity to test the theory, though, as a creature rushed them. Slashing with his guandao, the wound that opens along its chest stops it long enough for him to force it back several feet with a blast of magic.] They are annoyingly tenacious, aren't they? A few cowardly demons would be welcome about now.
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Alec was right when he compared them to a Greater Demon, though, they're not the easiest things to kill.] That's one of the reasons I'm curious, it counts, right? [The tease doesn't come out quite as light as it might under normal circumstances; they are in the midst of battle.
Though, who else but Izzy would take on that attitude during battle? She just can't help herself someitmes. Fighting makes her feel alive and though she is taking the situation seriously, she won't let it dampen her spirit.
Nodding, Izzy keeps her eyes peeled, ever vigilant.] My guess would be the heat, it doesn't deter them enough to send them running, so it's a theory, I'd definitely try the fire, if I were you.
[Not that he gets the chance, but his reflexes are pretty damn good, Izzy has to give him that.] You could say that again. [The petite shadowhunter agrees before offering some help, even though she's more than aware of how capable Magnus is, the staff shifting into the whip form. Izzy wastes no time in doing what she's best at: wielding it. Crack, snap, and then a final crack of the whip sounds as she coils her favored weapon around the beast's neck before the electric charge zaps along the length of the weapon and into the monster's body.
Izzy watches the thing try to flail and thrash with the pain and the smell of burning flesh wafts into the air while the current damages and burns the skin until finally it stops...but only afer a lot of bleeding out and a prolongued exposure to the current.] See what I mean? It has an effect, but doesn't quite do the job cleanly. Or quick. [Izzy finally disengages her whip, the thing slithering back into the staff form as she peers around for anybody else in need of help...or any more of these things.]
You'll have to see what fire does, whether it's more efficient. The problem, right now, is that fighting them for very long and it'll be easy to exert a lot of energy, going for slashes, stabs, and weakening them to take them out. [Izzy speaks, the fighter in her finding it easy to assess the situation like this, even if Magnus isn't quite a Shadowhunter....she respects him a hell of a lot and the idea of collaborating with him, period, just comes easily to her. They've done it before, though, not in the battlefield, of course.]
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Smiling a little, tucking his weapon under one arm, his fingers start to burn with magic that takes on a reddish hue rather than the usual blue.] Luckily, fire is a specialty of mine.
[But Izzy finishes the creature off, and Magnus is more than happy to allow her the killing blow. Warlocks weren't built for this—Magnus was much more comfortable providing support to fighters rather than becoming one himself—and maybe some of it had to do with the fact that he had no stomach for violence. He could lash out when his loved ones were threatened, but otherwise he stuck to self-defense.
Looking down at the creature, its neck turned into one massive open wound, Magnus glances back up at Izzy before they start moving along again.] Not the effect we'd hope for, anyway. But we know they're not demonic, given your whip and the seraph blades have little effect on them. Their physical forms don't dissolve, there are no sparks of hellfire, and it's only a lack of runes that makes me hesitate to suggest that they might be Foresaken.
[All of it is unsettling, from the lack of understanding to the consequential inability to exploit any weaknesses. He's ready with a fire spell for the next time, though, and though he doesn't want to invite any opponents closer, he's also itching to see how they react to the magic.]
tag: the first! On the streets
People like him don't retire. And days like today are why.
So here he is carving his way between the streets: getting in between these creatures and their victims, playing defensively as he chips at them with twin kukri and spiriting away before they can sink their claws into him again.
He dashes across the street, jumping to roll over the hood of a truck, and turns in time to throw a blast of lightning at the creature leaping after him. It can't dodge midair and the strike launching it back to the other side of the street where it hisses at him and slinks back between buildings; no doubt planning on returning with friends.
Nyx slumps against the truck, taking a few seconds to breathe and look around.]
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But Magnus isn't a natural fighter, and sometimes he loses track of his surroundings. Which is how he nearly gets run over by someone who comes leaping over a car to land inches in front of Magnus. While that isn't entirely out of the ordinary, given who Magnus is married to, the display of magic is worth of attention.]
They're weak to fire. [Magnus pulls the guandao from it's holster on his back and gives it a quick spin, setting the end on the ground so he's ready to defend any attack.] Though it looks like you can handle yourself even without that tidbit.
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Nyx eyes the guandao and glances over Magnus. He'll be sorry later for being a little skeptical but you don't stand much like a man who's used to this sort of thing. Of course, in all fairness, Magnus's blade is a more sensible weapon than Nyx's so who is he to judge?]
You could say I've been thrown around by bigger monsters.
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Putting a hand back on the guandao, he leans some of his weight on it while resting.] Then we're lucky to have you here right now. I'm Magnus Bane. [And he offers a hand with something of a weary smile.]
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Nyx Ulric. That's some technique you've got. Impressive control.
[He glances down at his hand. His spells aren't nearly as fancy, but he also can't mold his elements like that, which feels like a shame. Nyx focuses, holding his palm up. He can feel the spell pulling at his veins; it warms his skin in a rush that feels like home as much as it brings him back to the day he died. The scars down his left arm are evidence of the price of desperation at the end of one's world, but the stakes aren't quite as high here. The enemies aren't as strong and the fire that flickers to life in his hand doesn't burn.
He feels a wash of satisfaction and looks out to where the creatures suddenly are no longer interested in approaching. He has a weapon now. Nyx extends his arm out to the nearest creature and casts with a thought. His aim is off, missing it by several feet, but the fire blooms like a small explosion and the enemy scatters with an angry shriek.]
We might actually be able to make it.
[Nyx shakes out his arm, residual magic making his scars itch.]
Tag 2: The Taggening - Wards
He frowns, seeing how tired the other man looks.]
Have you gotten any sleep?
[Like he has any room to talk right now.]
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Laughing softly at the question, he shakes his head.] If I sleep, the wards I've put up around the perimeter will go down. [Which is an unfortunately situation, given he needs to regain strength to keep up the barriers in the first place, but sleeping long enough to recover would make the hospital more vulnerable.] You look like you could use some, though. They're setting up a rotating patrol, so you've got some time.
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Nyx nods at his explanation. Back in Insomnia the King maintained the Wall day and night, but the magic had been killing him at the same time; fueled by his life more than his mind. Not all magic works like that, he's discovering.]
Too much adrenaline. Wouldn't be able to close my eyes.
[He'd tried for a few minutes, but couldn't settle his nerves. Too many people, too close, with too much energy racing through him.]
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It seems like half of the town is suffering from that. The only people sleeping most likely lost all of their energy after the adrenaline high. [He thinks to other fighters that are pushing through the exhaustion to keep everyone else safe, Nyx clearly being one of them.]
I've been meaning to ask about your magic. Obviously the midst of battle isn't a good time to start a conversation.
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Even with an advantage...all these things need is a moment. It's hard to shake the feeling of danger. [Reflexive glance out the window.] We've got the chance. Might as well compare notes. What'd you want to know?