hollow plots and zombens

[made_up_names]

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! 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! )

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[made_up_names]

Thanks Tyzias. He may even appreciate this after this is all done, but right now? He's struggling against her, using his strength to keep the pin - well, slightly less pinny? He's not doing a great job, but he gives her a bit of a shove at least.

"Of course he's my uncle!" he says, his voice already hoarse from yelling. It's been a long night. "Just let me get through to him!"

Or at least that's what he started to say. Then Tyzias gasps, and - oh, shit, now what? His senses are going off again, and it's not coming from Ben. He watches for a moment, horrified, as that mist leaks out. "Tyzias? Are you okay? Tyzias?"

Clearly, she is not okay here, but.

[tiredcharmer]

The black mist uncurls itself, yawning and stretching, as Tyzias slumps to the ground. "Holy shit, I haven't felt you try to offload this much guilt since... last week, actually. Hot damn." It takes shape, revealing itself to be... a near carbon-copy of Tyzias. The only difference is that where Tyzias would have a mechanical arm, the doppelganger has some horrible, angular, black-and-white abomination instead, and a pure white mask emblazoned with a black stylized sun symbol covers her face. "Welp, at least this'll be quick and easy." The doppelganger pulls her monstrous fist back, ready to plunge it into Tyzias's chest.

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Shit. It's really good that Ben is down for the count temporarily, or this would be really fucking dangerous? As it is it's just mostly dangerous, which is still bad. He stares in exhausted horror as this duplicate hauls itself out of her.

"What the hell--" He'd finish that question, but clearly there's no time. He moves to get between Tyzias and her duplicate, one hand moving to stop her fist while the other shoots a web at the duplicate's feet, trying to trip her up. He has the strength to meet her, probably; the trick is keeping enough leverage to stop her

[tiredcharmer]

Strangely enough, the fist completely stops when Peter bodily gets between Tyzias and her duplicate. She looks startled, flinching, then coughs and clears her throat. "Um. Hey, Pete. How... are you doing? Wait, shit, you don't me. Right. Damn it. I guess introduuuuuctions are in order?"

[made_up_names]

UH.

Uhhhhh. That's. New. Peter had been totally ready for combat here but? That's not the reaction he was expecting??? If she's not hitting him, though, he'll drop his own hands. And maybe undo that webbing, sorry.

"You think?" He rubs at his face a bit, still kind of staring between the two of them. "What the hell is going on?"

[tiredcharmer]

"I really hate to fall into a cliche here, but there's no time right now. I think he's," Tyzias(?) jabs a thumb at Zomben, "the bigger issue. Doubt he'll stay down for long; we're resilient bastards." She pauses, turning to face the Hollow while tapping her chin. "Now. Howwwwww do you want to handle this? I mean, it'd be pretty easy to finish off now--you and li'l miss bitchtits here made sure of that--buuuuuuuut I'm pretty sure that he's a relative or somethin' of yours, so it's your prerogative. I mean, I'm pretty much proof that we can be brought back to our senses given enough love and bullshit, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯" how is she doing that with her mouth

[made_up_names]

He really, really doesn't know. Not even spider senses can give him the answer.

He looks back at his uncle, then at Tyzias ... Twozias? Whatever the hell she wants to call herself. "I don't want him hurt. Especially if you're an example of - of this getting fixed."

She's weird, obviously, but not homicidal? He thinks.

[tiredcharmer]

"I mean, I'm kind of a weird edge case, buuuut aight. Let's see what I can do." Twozias rolls her neck--that's certainly a lot of popping bones--and cracks her knuckles. "Hoboy. Let's see here... chains should do, yeah." She thrusts out her hand at Zomben, and yells, "CHAINS OF MEPHISTOPHELES!" Endless black iron chains burst out of the ground towards the other Hollow, aiming to entangle and restrain him.

[made_up_names]

Peter twitches towards her, but - okay, the chains aren't hurting him? And that's way better than the shield he'd tried putting around him earlier. He sort of slumps a bit in relief, just. Okay. For a second here.

"Dude," he says, kind of awed. "What the hell are those?"

[tiredcharmer]

Twozias taps the side of her mask, and Peter gets the distinct sense that she's smirking despite not being able to see her face. "Contract magic! No downside if you're technically Contracted to yourself." She gestures grandly at Zomben. "Now, you want me to help, or are you fine with me taking care of my own business?"

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He has to wonder how that works exactly - opens his mouth to ask, in fact - but there are more important things at stake here.

"How are you going to help?" he asks, a little wary. No offense, but. He very much wants to keep his uncle in one piece here.

[tiredcharmer]

"I mean, I can pull some memories out of your head and play 'em for whoever that Hollow is," Twozias says as she strides towards Tyzias. "Real useful in magic court cases, might help him remember who he is. Or something. Have to admit, I'm not really an expert on this."

As she reaches Tyzias, she pulls her monstrous fist back, preparing to plunge it into her chest once more.