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: (Worry)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-02-03 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ He winces himself as the Hammer does practically nothing. But more pressing for a second is the way Peter glimmers like that. His breath catches, eyes going even wider.

No. No, he's hallucinating. It's stress, he's scared for the boy.

He's scared for himself, and as fisher turns on him he gets the feeling it's a justified fear.

Still, it's not enough to overpower the fear of what could happen to Peter. He runs to the both of them, monster and boy alike and quickly grasps the monster's arm as they start to tilt over the side. The screw driver goes up and swings down into that clawed hand holding Peter's leg.

Worst case, he's more physically equipped to fall than anyone here. ]
leekspins: (Grand Fisher)

[personal profile] leekspins 2019-02-03 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Of all the things that could have happened next, being stabbed with a screwdriver by a plucky dead janitor wasn't exactly high on the list. The pain is sudden and sharp, something Grand Fisher isn't used to experiencing. He's always ambushed his prey and killed it before it ever had time to fight back. So this is new.]

[He twists and wriggles with a snarl of Japanese curses, clawed fingers slipping and sending his bulk tumbling to the ground below. He hits with a heavy thud...but he seems fine. He raises himself up, tilting his head as he eyes the two up above. Then his attention turns toward the row of darkened first floor windows.]

[A long, beastly tongue runs over his teeth, and he starts forward. He'll make them come to him, and if they don't, then one way or another he's going to eat somebody.]
unpocoloco: (Oh no)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-02-03 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[He manages to dodge the monster's grasp and save Peter too. It's not bad for the exact zero of anything he expected to be capable of. He goes to the boy immediately, drawing him back from Fisher so the monster can't renew his grip. Hanging on to Peter simply out of need to protect.

Which is when he looks to the boy, even before that thud sounds. He can mistake it once, but not twice, and not after it seeing it visibly affect the the kid. His brows furrow and his mind races, trying to put this together as he takes in all the injuries he can actually see. There's a lot of them. Is that gold he saw some part of his power? Is he going to see it when people are dying now? ]


Oh god, Peter...

[He pulls the boy close for a second, cradling his head to his chest before letting go and then quickly stepping to the edge of the roof where he can see Fisher getting up. That tongue couldn't be anything but a threat. He looks back to Peter and speaks in a rush.]

You're not well. I don't know if you just saw that but you need to get help, now. No web slinging, just go as fast as you can without tearing your wound. Don't come back to help, just send someone and get yourself looked after do you understand? I don't want any arguments!

[He knows they're coming. But he's not going to give Peter a chance. Peter's life might be at stake here and so are others.

He lets go again, walking to the edge and glancing back. He remembers joking with Gwen, speaking of how there was an easy way down with that kind of power... but he's not all to eager to face what's at the bottom. He steels himself.]


I'm going to jump. I'll distract it as long as I can. Please, do what I said.

[And if Peter doesn't manage to stop him, he'll be going to that edge and leaping off, setting off his power as he goes so he can scatter in light pieces on the ground below. Then try and distract the beast.]
Edited 2019-02-03 04:13 (UTC)
leekspins: (Grand Fisher)

[personal profile] leekspins 2019-02-03 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
You think I can't see what you're doing?

[A crimson claw juts out of the matted fur to tear up the ground, uprooting strands of webbing while slinging clumps of dirty snow and frozen mud at Peter's face.]

[Then he jams a heavy foot down onto one of Hector's scattered bones to crush it under his weight.]
unpocoloco: (Grit Teeth)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-02-03 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[His bones had clattered apart upon the earth but it had only taken seconds before he'd gotten to work pulling them back together. This thing wants to attack someone, it can attack him. He can do this. He just needs to find his last arm.

Only he's distracted them, looking up to see Peter work and then swing do to join him. With his left arm he waves Peter off.]


Peter, I told you to get out of here! You've got to find a healer! You're flickering like one of the--

[Dead.

Before he can speak the word, before the thought even fully clicks in his own mind, Fisher speaks. And then he finds out where exactly his right arm went.

To break a bone is one thing. To have it shatter, crushed to dust and able to feel each broken splinter of it, is an entirely different story. He's not sure if he screams-- if he does, it's more of an agonized howl. He just knows that he drops on the spot, a string-cut puppet, unable to speak through the pain of that, breath a sob as Fisher's foot grinds down. His body flickers and shakes.]
leekspins: (Grand Fisher)

[personal profile] leekspins 2019-02-03 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
One down.

[Then there's an enraged teenage boy flying into him. His head rocks back with the full force of the punch, and it's unpleasant.]

[But it's not lethal. Peter might just as well punch foot-thick marble, that mask isn't going to break easily. And what's worse, Grand Fisher fights back. It's a mess of mangled fur and slashing claws, those horrible flat teeth gnashing and snapping to get a bit of Peter any way he can.]

[He moves to roll Peter onto his back and pin him down with his full weight, gripping his arms and leaning down to leer into his face.]


Two.

[His mouth yawns open, ready to rip Peter's soul apart and swallow it.]
unpocoloco: (Skeleton worried)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-02-03 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't move. He can't think. He can't speak. It hurts. Oh god, that was his arm, he can't just walk that one off, that was his arm. And it's gone. Crushed, surely irreparable. He'll have to hide himself or shift back without it, if he even lives but he's not so sure, as his head lifts up slow and he watches, blearily, as Peter tries to wail down upon the monster.

It's not working. Peter's going to die. That thought breaks through the pain, a sickening and horrible thing.]


No. [His voice is little more than a croak at first. He watches those jaws open wide.] NO! No! Please! Please, don't hurt him! He's just a boy! He's just a boy!

[Body still trembling, he tries to rise.] Don't...Don't hurt him! You can have me!
Edited 2019-02-03 07:10 (UTC)
leekspins: (Grand Fisher)

[personal profile] leekspins 2019-02-03 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hector's please fail to move the literally heartless being. If anything Fisher finds it annoying to offer up what he was going to eat anyway. No, Peter had to be eaten first, he was too fast, too wily. Hector was much easier to take out of the picture.]

Time to eat.

[Peter's demise comes with a deep boom that resonates through the marrow of his bones...Hector's too...and a blinding flash of blue-tinged light that punches through the evening darkness. And then there's a lightness in his chest. He's free...]

[And he hasn't been eaten.]

[Grand Fisher is now several yards away, a deep track having torn up the snow and winter grass where he was forcefully blown off of his prey.]

[Standing on the lawn, holding a cement tube inscribed with glowing azure runes on his shoulder, is Uncle Ben almost quaking with fury.]


Get the hell away from my kid.

[He doesn't wait for Grand Fisher to get his feet underneath him again before a second blast lances through the air and pounds into the monster, leaving him howling in pain as he turns and frantically flees the school. The damn thing is fast, and he's not sticking around. That weapon actually hurt him, and he leaves behind spatters of blackish blood that hiss in the snow.]
unpocoloco: (No!)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-02-03 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[The monster's not moving. The boy is looking at him in that sad, scared way that he wishes so bad he didn't know as well as he did, that he wishes more he didn't have to see now, here, on this boy who's come to mean so much in so little time. He can't bear this, he can't watch, he's got to do something.

But just as he thinks as much, Peter's webbing catches upon his chest, clinging to his shirt and the rest of him.]


No...!

[The next shot goes to Lumière and he's yanked back and up into the air, remaining hand outstretched as he cries out.]

NO! PETER!

[He hits the wall with a wince, then again as that boom swings his dangling frame back against it. His bones ache but he's not thinking about that. Dazed and afraid, he blinks and looks back up to the scene all so far away now.

He's not sure what is he's seeing at first, but it soon clicks. And he laughs, a broken sob of relief. Tío Ben. He doesn't know how the man recovered himself or where he got that weapon but he doesn't care because the boy at Ben's feet is safe now.

He blearly watches as the monster flees the scene, noting the blood left behind. Then he releases a breath, relieved and hanging there a little more limply now and waiting, hoping Ben can help his boy as he simply focuses on breathing despite his shattered arm. Even if Ben was just a ghost, that boom would surely wake someone or other. Peter would be okay.]
leekspins: (Rick-Rolled)

[personal profile] leekspins 2019-02-03 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
And if you know what's good for you, you won't come back!

[As soon as there's no sight of Peter's attacker, Ben drops the heavy spirit bazooka and moves to support his nephew with an arm behind his shoulders.]

Easy now, buddy, easy...what the hell did that thing do to you?

[He's still pissed, but better, seeing that Peter remains lucid. He turns in Hector's direction, squinting.]

That the uh, the uh...

[He snaps his fingers.]

The skeleton guy, he's the one that was with you that night I attacked, eh? I owe him an apology.

[He'll help Peter amble over to work Hector loose from the web bindings.]
unpocoloco: (Bracing)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-02-04 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[The moment he's tugged free, as soon as his feet his ground again, he drops down to his knees. A new wave of pain goes through as the motion jostles him. He's really only half listening up until that point.

But, at that point, he lifts his head up and climbs slow back to his feet. Then immediately goes to wrap his arm around Peter, holding his head close to him, resting his own atop it.]


Dios mio, Peter, no me hagas eso otra ves. Ay, santa maria, Me alegra que estes bien, Mijo.

[Every word quavers, shaking with his body, open sobs of relief wracking him. He takes that minute, heedless of anything else, running his hand over Peter's hair and gripping him in alteration.

It's a fair moment before he even looks up at the other man there. And remembers who's actually related here. He lets go, shuffling back sheepishly, but not entirely guilty.]


Thank you. God, thank you.

[Peter might be Ben's boy, and so his rescue is a given, but he still feels the need to thank the man all the same.]
leekspins: (Laundry Day)

[personal profile] leekspins 2019-02-04 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Ben is awkwardly rubbing his thumb at the spot between his furrowed eyebrows, but when Peter offers his arm, he stops and steps forward.]

Ben Parker. Control or not, I'm still sorry I put the two of you through that.

[His hand claps Peter lightly on his uninjured shoulder, but he frowns when he sees that his nephew's shirt is growing steadily wetter.]

Come on, buddy, let's get you to the doc around here. It's been a hell of a night. What about you, you don't look so good either. You too, come on.
unpocoloco: (Bracing)

[personal profile] unpocoloco 2019-02-04 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks surprised by Peter's grip on his shirt, then grateful as he lets Peter draw him back in. This is all a little awkward, hardly knowing the man before him, but he can't care. He offers the other man a weak smile]

H-Héctor Rivera. Nice to... meet you properly, señor Parker.

[He's glad though, for the refocusing of their attention to Peter. He sees that blooming red again.]

Oh... Oh no, Peter. [He moves away from Peter again.] Help him up. Quick. The infirmary is just down that way. [He points out with a shaking hand.] I... I have to... find my arm... I'll be right with you both.

[He might be crazy, to think there's anything left, but he's got to look. He moves, bones flickering a moment enough to make him stumble, but illuminating those broken pieces just a little ways away.

He kneels into the dirt before that scattered pile of shards. He shrugs out of his jacket, as best he can anyway until he can lay it out on the ground. And pile the shards on it bit by bit, biting back any noise. Unless someone wants to point out futility, he's got full intention in his mind to send the two away.]
leekspins: (Grand Fisher)

[personal profile] leekspins 2019-02-04 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Ben is uneasy about leaving Hector scrabbling in the snow to find the pieces of his arm too, but the paleness of his nephew's face doesn't leave him much in the way of a choice.]

I'll come back and lend you a hand! Literally! Come on, Pete, easy now...

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[A heavy body crashes through the undergrowth, thick black blood matting the wiry fur of its massive body.]

Shit. Shit!

[He curses as he hauls himself along. He's injured, and starving. It was a mistake to go onto the campus, he knows that now. Eating the boy would have made his mission so much easier. He was social and well-liked. If he'd eaten him, he could have fashioned the lure on top of his head into Peter's likeness. There wasn't a soul on that campus who wouldn't rush to that lure's rescue.]

[He drags himself through the trees...and stops, sniffing the air. He can smell something. A soul.]

[And it's afraid.]

[Hunger gives his body renewed strength as he tears apart a young sapling in his way, bursting into a small grove, where the soul is frozen in fear, mouth open, face white.]

[And it looks exactly like Peter Parker.]

[Grand Fisher smiles. It seems fortune is on his side tonight after all.]


You'll do.

[He rushes the boy and tears into him with his claws and teeth, ripping and gulping as the soul screams in pained silence.]