made_up_names: (fight scene)
Peter Parker | Spider-Man ([personal profile] made_up_names) wrote in [community profile] daybreakacademy2019-01-26 09:08 pm

hollow plots and zombens

WHO: Peter Parker, Zomben, and all sorts of unlucky people
WHAT: Hollow!Uncle Ben (aka Zomben) has started to show up on campus. There will be an open comment (for generally being chased) as well as specific prompts for pre-plotted encounters.
WHEN: Very late on January 27th, forward dated to later in the week as well.
WHERE: Campus in general, also the gazebo in Soleil.

( Prompts are below so I can set up a general timeline-ish-thing! [plurk.com profile] katoptron or Rho#9327 if you want me to set up something specific. Or just zoom yourself to the open comment and we'll just have some fun there.

I will match format, so if you prefer prose, prose away! )
unpocoloco: (What are you waiting for)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-01-27 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks back at Peter both frightened and incredulous. Thankfully, it seems he doesn't have to answer that. He watches Peter knock out first his Tío's vision, then the spider's. He's not expected Peter to hang on though. He's certainly less prepared to watch the boy slam the monster down.

Amazing it might be, he doesn't waste a second from there. Peter's tugged forward again and he runs as straight a path as he can for the town, praying the thing loses them in the trees or something. At least long enough.

The extended part of his plan forms about after they can get away from the creature, though he wouldn't say it's due in any part to his fear clearing up. He looks around them just to be sure it's nowhere near and it won't hear them.

"There's a place in town, old antique shop, regular stuff, enchanted stuff, all kinds of cursed things. One of those things is a really, really powerful blight repellent. I usually try to steer clear of it but I think we can lose this guy if we make it to the back alley next to it." He glances back, meeting Peter's eyes apologetically before he warns, "It's going to hurt."

But it might hurt that thing more.
unpocoloco: (What are you waiting for)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-01-27 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Stupidly strong, yes, but still stupidly mortal as far as he knows. That monster is after Peter whereas he's nothing more than a toothpick in the way. He doesn't want to be crushed to powder but he can hold plenty of fear for himself while still holding more for Peter.

He nods quickly, confirming Peter's suspicion with a grimace. He can tell Peter's not a fan-- who would be?-- but it's the best he's got.

Peter's offered hand has him looking up and down in confusion at first as he tries to connect the dots of what, exactly, Peter means here. It clicks and there's a solid oh no in his absent throat, in the expression on his face, but he breathes deep, takes Peter's hand, and braces. God, his bones are too loose these days for these kinds of things! His eyes close and he pours every ounce of focus he has into holding together. At least he'll be even lighter for Peter than he'd been before.
unpocoloco: (Grit Teeth)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-01-27 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
He'll take dents, he'll take so many dents if they survive this for whatever given amount of survival they can do. His body wants to shake with terror, in all truth, but he tries to hold himself steady and in one piece.

But he hears the creature shift behind them and he can just see past Peter enough. It's getting up. Oh God, they're still a block away, they need more time and they don't have it.

"Oh God," He says aloud, voice half a sob. He pulls a sharp breath, swallowing what fear he can. Then moves. "Peter, I'm going to climb up and hang off your shoulder! Hang on to my-- my spine! Oh God..." He does as he's explained, moving up until he's got his rib cage even to Peter's head. He reaches for his arm and pops it off, pulling it back against his suspenders. Steady. Steady. Breathe steady, Héctor, think about the boy, think about Coco.

With a cry, he lets his arm fly. It goes out stretched, until it land upon the monster. And from what he can control of it, he brings it to claw at those remaining eyes.

"Don't stop, Peter! Don't stop, no matter what!" He shouts, and he turns his gaze back to the monster, holding his breath as he forces his arm to hang on-- until it's torn off. He takes a breath, teeth held together tight as the creature grips the bones of his arm in it's own claws. He doesn't hear it as it happens, from this far away. But he feels it.

His arm cracks sharply in two. Héctor screams. His body goes to hang over Peter's shoulder and back and he whimpers through his teeth as the monster throws his broken arm aside in anger. There's a very distant and bleary relief as he realizes he'll still be able to find it later. The monster's blinded. He won't be able to find it.

He hopes they're close.
Edited 2019-01-27 16:06 (UTC)
unpocoloco: (Bracing)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-01-27 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He is. He is crazy. He's been crazy for a long time he just hopes it can be the good kind.

His head spins with pain and he's already feeling weak, but he tries to raise his head and then the rest of him when Peter lands upon the ground. His teeth are held together in a tight grimace, but he manages to speak.

"Agai- against the wall. Right- right behind the..." He points to the dumpster with the arm he still has. "They- they keep it just... just on the other side of that wall."

He tries to move himself that way, his power already sparking and flickering with how near they are to whatever that stupid amulet is that's about to save them. He suspects Peter's going to be able to move him faster.
unpocoloco: (No One Left)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-01-27 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
He makes no comment as Peter works, breaking the padlock, moving the heavy dumpster. He just keeps his watch between Peter and the entry to that alleyway, just in case the creature catches up.

He can't help but laugh a little at Peter's gentle pleading. "I'm not going anywhere," He assures. "Already dead." He's dropped down onto garbage and he winces a little and exhales heavy.

Though it goes pitch black as the lid shuts, that doesn't long. The shimmers and flickers off his trembling bones illuminate the inside. He watches the lid, listening close and careful for the sounds of the monster, and his head goes over a prayer he can hardly remember.

The amulet in that shop is already making him ache through his bones, building like a fever, but he says nothing. He simply... waits.

It's in a long enough silence that his eyes finally drop to meet Peter's. Everything hits then and he finds himself unable to really speak.

That was Ben.

That was Peter's dead uncle, torn apart like that, saying those cruel and terrible things.

That was him turning into a monster.

And Peter saw it all.

"...I'm sorry. I'm so... so sorry."
unpocoloco: (sorrow)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-01-28 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't really doubt. Not at the heart of things. Still, it makes him feel sick to hear it. He can't even imagine how Peter feels...

He pushes himself so slow, sliding his trembling and aching bones across that steel floor. He stops by Peter's side and reaches an arm over him.

"Come here, Chamaco. I got you," He says. He grips Peter's shoulder tight, then lifts that same hand to push back the boy's hair before settling down over his shoulder again.

"You don't have to tell me what happened. If it's too hard for you, you don't have to." He's seen enough, heard enough, to have an idea anyway. Dislike for lycans, the scars he saw, Peter's thought that it's his own fault. He doesn't need to see how it connects in Ben's death. He can see how it connects in Peter like fractures in glass.

"I don't know how this happened, and I won't tell you that wasn't your uncle. But Peter, your uncle loved you. You know that. You told me that. Whatever happened to him, this isn't him-- not what he thinks, not what he really feels. This world, it's amazing but it's dangerous and it is so easy to lose yourself in so many ways. You have to know this isn't what he would've wanted. Don't you dare let yourself believe a word that's been said."
unpocoloco: (Sad outreach)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-01-28 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
There's a moment relief, but it's short lived. He's shaking his head even before Peter tries to say--

"Don't," He says. The word is a little choked in his own throat. He shakes his head more and the moves, getting to his knees to face the boy.

"Peter, look at me. Look at me." His hand reaches out, trying to lift Peter's head, to cup the side of his face with a skeletal hand. He looks pained, but not because of his arm or the amulet.

"We make mistakes. Sometimes we're too late. And I know how hard that is to accept. I can understand if sometimes you feel like... there's something broken that no one else can see like you can." Something deeper than just being a general mess on a daily basis. Something hurting and maybe a little rotten.

"But he's wrong. And so are you. Your uncle wouldn't want this in his right mind. Your Tía loves you. You've got your friends here and where you came from, who think the world of you, who wouldn't know what to do without you. You mean so much, too much to say things like that. You went through something terrible and that can be so heavy, that burden, that guilt. We know. But no matter what happens to any of us, if we're truly ourselves, then I promise. We would want you here. We love you, mijo."
Edited 2019-01-28 03:36 (UTC)
unpocoloco: (Weakest of smiles)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-01-28 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
He smiles soft and sad, missing heart breaking in his chest as those tears begin. He doesn't tell Peter to stop them. He doesn't say a thing for a while, simply running his thumb over the boy's cheek.

"No, he wouldn't," He does agree by the end. His smile slips a little. "We'll figure this out, okay? I've spent this long trying to work my own...unlife. I'm sure we can find something for him too."

He doesn't know that. He's been trying to find a solution to his own troubles a long time and he's not even dangerous. In fact, he knows, a lot of the time there is no turning back. Death held on tight. It didn't like when people walked scott-free. But at the very least, they can try.

He moves, shuffling back to Peter's side and putting his arm around the boy again. He stares up at the dumpster lid, still flickering sporadically, shuddering and trembling every moment or so, but he's otherwise quiet and still.

Until he says, "We probably shouldn't wait here past sunrise. I don't want you stuck in here with my corpse." And he'd really like to keep his arm, if he can. Not to mention he's sure Peter's head is doing him no kindness right now as far pain goes.
unpocoloco: (Weakest of smiles)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-01-28 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
If he could somehow help Ben be a skeleton like him instead of whatever that was? He'd do it. But he's not sure these things come with a choice.

He laughs softly, ruefully. His head tilts back as he winces. "Oh, yeah," He says. "I feel it." It's out there, radiating worse than the rest of him is right now.

"I think I saw the bushes it go thrown to. I should be able to find it. I just don't really want to tug it right now." Dios, he hopes it will attach alright. "...You wouldn't happen to have any tape would you?"
unpocoloco: (Cuatro)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-01-28 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
He laughs again and grimaces too as he realizes what Peter hadn't a moment ago. Yeah... back there. Hopefully with that thing not coming back to it.

"It's alright, I won't need it yet. But I'm going to need a bit of help... with maybe a few things." He's got one usable hand, a guitar, and a walking stick and...

He pauses, lifting his jacket to peer at the inside pocket. "What do you know? The tests are still here." He laughs helplessly then reaches up for Peter's hand, slowly rising to his feet.

"Thank you," He says. "We'll grab my arm, whatever's left of our things, head back. Sound good?"
unpocoloco: (Sad Look)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-01-28 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
He's... maybe not right there with Peter, but he knows for certain this isn't something he's likely to ever forget. He's grateful he doesn't dream. It's bad enough just remembering the way Ben split apart like that and being chased.

He thinks he'll get by without being carried this time, especially the further he gets from this amulet, but maybe a little help standing would be good. For now he focuses on trying to lift his leg up over the dumpster's side and spring himself up to straddle it before turning and sliding out with a wince. He breathes a sigh of relief that he doesn't come apart and therefore doesn't have to pull himself together.

"Hopefully," He agrees. He glances from Peter to the ground and back again. "We'll have to tell someone about this," He points out as gently as he can. "We don't have to say it was your Tío, or any of the other parts, but this could be trouble. A lot of it." For Peter and for who knows how many others. He knows this is beyond his ability. He just hopes Peter's not going to take it all onto himself.
unpocoloco: (Not Sure)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-01-28 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
He frowns, and not in disagreement.

"I know," He sighs. "But this is really dangerous. You could've been killed. Others could still be." This is a really messy, ugly situation. There's no risk free way to do any of this. "

"I would rather find a way to help you both but... your uncle and I are dead. We've had our chance. When it's between you and everyone else versus beings like us? The living come first." That's just fact. Children before adults. Living before dead.

"Maybe we can find someone who'll understand. The faculty, for one? A few of them know about me."
unpocoloco: (Not Sure)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-01-28 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks uncertain a moment. Would it out the man, pinning this on him? And for that matter, would he be okay with that? Can they trust him with Ben even if all that's true?

They won't know unless they try. This is lives at stake. The Doctor will understand.

"Señor Ekkehardt. I actually did go to him. He started a mending spell, gave me that cane..." And then he broke himself and probably the cane too. "He knows I'm dead. Promised secrecy and everything. I think he understands how important this stuff is." He just doesn't know how that applies when the undead is actively dangerous.

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