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daybreakacademy2019-01-26 09:08 pm
made_up_names) wrote in 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]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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! )
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!
I will match format, so if you prefer prose, prose away! )
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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!
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It doesn't matter now. The thing pins him again, this time with its full weight. His enhanced strength and durability saves him from dying outright, but Fisher chokes all the breath out of him, leaving him helpless and wordless. So this is it, huh. He's going to die right here and now. It's a strangely comforting thought, now that it's here; it narrows everything down to a single point. He's going to die, which means his only priority is making sure Héctor lives.
He doesn't even look horrified when Héctor offers himself up (though the horror seeps in regardless; he will be terribly upset with Héctor when this is all done, and also kind of touched). It just gives him more clarity, much as the rage had a moment before. Summoning up the last of his strength, he manages to get one wrist free. It won't help himself; his shoulder is shot, and worsening the more that Fisher puts weight on him. His ribs are cracked and he can't breathe. So, instead of calling out to Héctor, he just looks at him. Aching, apologetic, his eyes starting to tear up. He's so sorry, Héctor. He wishes this could end any other way.
His arm trembling from the effort, he slings a web at Héctor's chest. And once that's made contact, he slings the other end of it at the wall of Lumière across the way. In his head he's aiming for Imelda's window - if anyone can save Héctor from his own stupidity, it must be her - but by now he's so dizzy from pain and lack of air that it's all he can do to have the other side of the line connect with Lumière at all. The line tugs Héctor along, away from Fisher, towards safety. Not far enough to keep him from witnessing whatever happens next, no. But maybe far enough to buy him a chance. ]
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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.]
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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.]
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-- Uncle Ben? How - what -
[ Does it matter? The only thing that matters is that he's still breathing, and Ben is safe, and Héctor -
Oh god Héctor is still missing an arm and also stuck to a wall now. Peter whips his head around for a moment, alarmed. Sorry about that, he'll. Uh. Get you down. Which he can only really do by sending out another web to gently tug Héctor free. For. Certain definitions of gently. Given his own wounds, that's all he can really do; he can barely sit up at all with his ribs causing fresh agony with every breath. ]
I'm sorry. I'm okay. You - you saved me.
[ That's directed at both of them, even Héctor. Obviously Héctor hadn't managed that just now, but he had saved Peter up on the rooftop, so that absolutely counts. More deep, painful breaths. ]
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[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.]
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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.]
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I - I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I won't do it again, I promise.
[ He's not great, but he's here, and he's okay. Don't mind the massive bloodstain on his shoulder.
When Héctor moves to shuffle back, Peter catches his shirt gently. Wait. Don't go. Instead he offers the other arm to Ben, to pull him in too. He can have both his undead uncles here okay. Just glad to be alive and have both of them here. ]
He asked me to join him, Ben. I dunno why he thought that would work.
[ Now that the danger is past, it's kind of laughable. Who did that guy think he was talking to, anyway? He smiles, weakly, despite the blood and sweat on his face. ]
Don't - don't worry about the other night. Honestly. It wasn't really you.
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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.
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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.]
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Let me help. I thought I heard it over there--
[ The words come out automatically, but the instant he turns to try and do any of that the world blurs around him. No. It's going to take all his energy to limp to the infirmary. Beyond the blood and the ribs, his leg is broken too; putting weight on it makes him cringe with more pain. He webs himself up an extremely temporary splint so that he can drag it, at least.
Poor Héctor. Even if he could help, he's not sure he could even do anything. ]
Don't - don't take too long, okay? I can build you something.
[ Later, when he's not bleeding out. He leans against Ben kind of hard, but he can walk. He just has to limp to the infirmary, and then he can pass out... ]
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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.]