Are you afraid of the Darksoul? [Part 2]

[birthmural]

[[OOC: This right here is required reading if you're going to tag. OOC organization is here

For too long the firstborn son of Satan's demonic soul had been trapped, denied his rightful control over Daimon's body. Now, thanks to Mei-Xing, he was finally free. The next course of action was obvious- he would have to take control of one of the beings on this ship. He could start with the vulnerable and move on to the more powerful. He had to act fast before that fool recovered. Fortunately he needn't go very far. The city was full of potential victims.

Now, now. Who to possess first?

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Sasami

[saint-sami.livejournal.com]

If the Darksoul wanted to start with the vulnerable, what better way to start than with a child?

Sasami was probably the happiest she had been in ages. Everything seemed to fit into place just perfectly - a string of friends arriving, them joining her in her house, finally getting a chance at doing her job. It felt like nothing could possibly go wrong.

A few moments later, something did. With Sasami unprepared for what had happened, the Darksoul pounced, the only thing letting anyone know something was wrong was a horrified scream leaving Sasami's lips.

"Hmm... perfect... the fools. They won't harm a child, I know they won't!" the Darksoul spoke. "They're too... kind to do something like that. Though, this is just the beginning. I need someone stronger..."

With that, summoning the trident, the Darksouled Sasami stalked off to find a target...

Re: Sasami

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

Hit Girl wasn't feeling too bad either: she'd just gotten some training done with Negi and the beginning magic was working out just fine. She also had still been flirting pretty casually, so overall? Couldn't be more pleased with herself.

And take a look at who just happened to be coming by: that Sasami girl, who was...talking to herself for some reason. The hell? And when did she start carrying a trident.

"You princess!" Hit Girl greeted. "What's going on?"

Re: Sasami

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

"I'll say you need someone stronger." Mei-Xing squats on the wall. Running over rooftops wasn't her only source of transportation. A sprint along the walls worked just as well, and she didn't have to worry about uneven jumps. She'd been drawn to the area by the flash of power, and the horrified scream had only helped her pinpoint the area.

She steps down from the wall slowly, standing on the ground now. Mei-Xing crosses her arms and gives Sasami a once-over. "She's kinda young for you, isn't she? I mean, I get that everyone has their preferences, but..." It was nothing but inane prattle, designed to disguise the power she was building for a spell. Hopefully she could knock the kid out and exorcise the spirit before she had to hurt her.

Wait, this was the one whining about not making the Council?

Mei-Xing mentally amends her thought to add too much.

Bendytimed to before Mei-Xing catches her

[hatngartersnake.livejournal.com]

Jeka had seen the warning on the omnicomms, and when she spotted Sasami flying past with a trident, she flips immediately into Legionnaire mode. She quickly reports her location onto the comms and flies after Sasami, using both her espionage training and her mentalism to stay out of sight. Then, subtly, she pushes just a little harder.

Now Sasami would sense pursuit. Pursuit shaped like Superboy, coming at her from an entirely separate angle than Sensor was. She didn't intend to have Sasami fight the hallucinatory Superboy, just for him to keep her busy and in one place until the exorcists could arrive.

Aibghalien

[for-magic.livejournal.com]

The moment its power touched him, he knew.

He had tasted power like this before. The malevolent power of long-dead gods, of ruthless priestesses, of the black pits of hell itself.

And, coldly, inevitably, he knew that his own failure to it was inevitable.

But he had time.

As the Darksoul sank into his essence, sapping the strength of his immortal blood and the divine birthright it carried, worming its way into the cracks of his mind, the elf sat down at his desk, opened his spellbook, and began to purge his memory of every spell he knew. He sealed away all the staffs and wands he could behind wards that he couldn't dispel without the proper spell memorized. He prepared...

and he fought... and, inevitably, he lost.

Perhaps now he could finally convince these blithering ignorami of the value of wizardry!

[governorkang]

Kang had shut down the tavern for the time being, and was moving rapidly through the city when he spotted Aibghalien. Oh, good, he was a fairly powerful wizard; he was sure to have some spells that would help.

"Aibghalien! We could use your assistance with something."

He'd yet to notice that anything was wrong.

Kaylee

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Kaylee is looking for a good lesson in Engineering with Jamie. He's happier than normal, with the Doctor around and the idea of the TARDIS being found again. Hopefully, with him in such a fantastic mood, they'll be able to get plenty done today. Her first stop is one of the consoles closer to the pit, just to double-check Stacy's current stats and make sure everything is alright for work.

Well, it would have been her first stop. Two steps into the room, Kaylee stops. The nearest console seems to be glitching, and she waves Jamie on to go work while she moves to go fix whatever programming is screwing up. It isn't the first time something has spazzed out down here, no big deal.

Of course, when there's something waiting at said console, ready to pounce...

There's barely a whimper from Kaylee as the Darksoul takes its chance and strikes. The Darksoul stretches his new fingers and looks around the room. There's a man in a skirt not too far off, and he looks like the perfect target. The trident materializes in Kaylee's hand as she moves closer to Jamie.

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie has no idea what's just happened, having gone over to get the tools needed for the job today. He's in a truly good mood, and it shows. As much as he doesn't like to admit it, he really missed not having the Doctor around, and now that he's back, things feel right. For once, he's not worried that something's about to go wrong.

Maybe he should have been. As he finishes placing the last of the specialized spanners into a pocket of his tool belt, he glances up from the table and over to the glitching console where he last saw Kaylee.

"Kaylee? Are ye about set with the console?"

She's got something in her hand, and Jamie peers at it, trying to get a better look. Is that a trident? Huh.

"Hey, where did ye find that?"

Timebendy go!

[icanhashat.livejournal.com]

Jayne was drunk.

Actually, Jayne was awake and still on this meatship so it was almost a given that he would be drunk to some degree.

And that's why he thought it would be a super good idea to skulk around engineering to look for something to steal uh...barrow.

Cagalli

[allnaturalseed.livejournal.com]

Cagalli was, to be honest, still a bit hesitant about just about everything on the ship - and that had in turn led to a bit of self-justified laziness. Poorly justified, but she didn't need much justification to take it easy after two straight years of constant shit coming at her before waking up here, and then having to deal with this.

This is why she was on her way to the public baths for the nth time when she gets a feeling that something's... off. A moment later, with barely a yelp, something indescribably dark had washed over her.

There was a moment of orientation before she looked around, slowly. "Yet another mortal, weak and frail... but not without her uses, as small a stepping stone as it may be." And suddenly, there was a trident in her hand and an evil grin on her face as she strode confidently off to the city.

Re: Cagalli

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

If there's one thing that Mei-Xing's lifestyle will do for someone, it's teaching them to scan the area quickly while on the move. Dashing from one street to the next Why was this fucking city so big?, she skids to a stop when she finally catches sight of the darksoul's particular twisted aura on the astral plane.

Blinking her vision into reality, she grins. It was Kissy! She couldn't fight for drek, anyway. She stops in the middle of the street and wipes a thumb under her nose. "Hey, darksoul! Are choices that bad?" Just noise, while she prepares a manabolt to hurl at Cagalli. It probably wasn't as careless now as it had been inside Daimon.

Still, she could probably use the exercise.

Eva

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

Eva's off-guard, wandering around the Great Wall of China and letting her mind roam. She's thinking back to when she and Peter, pretending they had the finances for it and the patience for such a flight, considered China as a honeymoon destination. Thinking back to when Edriss had pointed it out to her as the Pool Ship invisibly circled Earth.

Malevolence seizes her mind and instantly, she knows she's being invaded again, and by nothing good. The terror she feels gives her just enough time to fight back and grab the revolver from her hip and fling it over the wall, but before she can act on the impulse to tie her own hands or find some way to incapacitate herself, it's taken full control.

And besides, who needs a gun when you have a trident and can shoot soulfire? Filled to the brim with the violence of the Darksoul, Eva storms off in search of Iniss, or anyone else unfortunate enough to try and get in the way of years of pent-up rage and frustration.

Re: Eva

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Katara had read the message, and had rushed to see what she could do to help. She wasn't insane enough to go and fight anyone, not after the Steve mess, but they would likely need a healer after all of this, and one as soon as possible. This was, actually, a lot like what happened with Steve: who knew how many more people would get hurt when this demon stuff got out of control? She had to do something.

And that was when she spotted Eva with a trident. It struck her as odd: since when did she have anything like that? In fact, hadn't she seen that before?

"Um, Eva? Are you ok? What are you doing with that?"

After Katara's removed her from the ice

[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

Why the Light could not bestow upon Its paladins that were not human something other than a horse, Nehaalista didn't know. Still, the creature tore through the city towards the Wall at a pace Nehaalista appreciated. She fairly crackled with holy energy, and - considering it was a demon running around - hadn't skimped on not wearing her armor.

She might look like a demon incarnate, but she was certainly there to help. [I've come to exorcise her,] Nehaalista signed as the necklace translated.

Beastboy

[changelingdude.livejournal.com]

"All these buildings and you'd think Titan's Tower would be one of them."

Yep there's Beastboy idly musing about the things he missed from the top of the Outsider's hotel.

Of coarse one thing he would never miss is baddies like Mad Mod. Weird that he would think of the elderly British criminal right now. With his weird music and spiral boards that always turned his brain to mush.

Speaking of brains...Beastboy felt the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise. An animal instinct deep inside him trying to cut through years of human domestication to warn him of...

Nope. Too late. There was a sinister grin, as the body began to grow and swell in size. The tell tale pentagram burned clear on his chest through green fur and muscle, and the trident appeared.

A mighty howl pierced the unsettling silence of the city. The Darksoul was on the move again and this time...he had the entire animal kingdom behind him.

[starbolts]

Starfire was about as recovered as she could be from the events of Fairplay. She'd likely always feel some guilt in the back of her mind, but it was past and she was herself. It was then up to her to be herself again, starting with reconnecting with some important people.

As her first friend among the crew, she thought Beast Boy would be a good person to start with. It was just a matter of finding a green animal out and about. When she spotted him, a sudden spike of confusion appeared.

Why is Beast Boy carrying a trident?

She wasn't on the right side to see the marking, but she worried that her friend might be bothered by her absence. "Beast Boy?"

Something didn't feel quite right.

Kanaya

[alwaysamoirail.livejournal.com]

Kanaya was taking an overdue chance to explore the city when the strange feeling hit her. She stopped in her tracks, glancing back at the structures behind her -- the jumble of alien architecture that marked what her map called "Religion Row." Had she stirred something in her wanderings between those strange buildings? It felt distinctly improper, not quite Dersian, too warm --

You will do for now.

The unfamiliar presence in her mind bowled her over with little more effort than that; Kanaya flailed, attempting desperately to resist it, but she was scattered, and it was focused. She couldn't let it get her weapon, though. With the last gasp of her free will, Kanaya reached into her pocket and flung her lipstick away, towards the brush and ruins.

"Charming," said the thing in something that was not quite Kanaya's voice, "but futile." The trident materialized in her hands, and the troll's remaining consciousness winced. This thing... this thing...

All it wanted was to settle scores. It was very hard to say it was wrong.

Re: Kanaya

[demon-alessa.livejournal.com]

Someone else had been watching though., had been since she felt the flurry of activity all over the place. the City was normally big enough that she could be undisturbed, but that had definitely changed. There was demonic energy in the air, thick with it, and Alessa was naturally curious. It seemed pretty dead set on moving from host to host too, and it was bound t be causing chaos on the ship.

She smiled. Good. Damn people seemed to only get serious when something chaotic was happening. However, this ideal promptly changed when she thought of Sasami, and that had brought her to investigate now. She sensed the demon thing was near, and went to meet it.

It was in the form of a troll, but that did not fool her: if the trident wasn't a dead give away, the energy certainly was.

"And just what trouble are YOU causing today?" She said, staring the troll down.

Roxanne

[neveradamsel]

Roxanne was...tense. While things weren't necessarily bad, they certainly weren't great. Her entire life had been turned upside down --again-- by arriving here, then learning her home was gone and that Megamind was quite possibly the only person still alive from said time and place and he just happened to be the one that had made her life a living hell--

Well. It certainly made for an interesting time of it, that much was for sure.

She's near the Sensoriums for now, arms crossed as she considered heading in, taking a stroll through Metro City.

That's when something odd hits her, something that doesn't feel quite right, something...undeniably foreign.

"That's not--"

She shudders and all of a sudden she's overcome with a distinct feeling of helplessness as that thing takes over, encompassing her mind and assuming control. Something materializes in her hands, and what's left of Roxanne's sanity registers it as a trident.

"Relatively useless, but let's make do with what we have, shall we?"

Re: Roxanne

[brainiacinblue.livejournal.com]

He was still exploring the city. There was so much to be explored, and while there wasn't any technology here, it seemed, you never knew what you might strike on.

After his talk with Roxanne, he was even more gung ho with the hero thing, if that was even possible, and to do the best job he could do with that, he needed to know everything about everything that was going on.

"Why in the world would these Daligig spirit off so many places of worship?" he was mumbling to himself as he walked along Religion Row. He was so used to talking to Minion or monologuing that talking to himself was becoming something of a habit, on board. "Admittedly, stealing entire landmarks is something is admirable in and of itself, but reasons for it other than villainy are...well, what are they?"

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Hiccup was in his forge as it happened, working on the things Kang had requested, while also working on...something else. A private project, of sorts, something that was starting to look distinctly axe-like that he planned to give to someone whose name maybe rhymed with Mastrid.

It was when he had raised his hammer to strike that something struck him.

"What? Come on--" was all he managed to gasp out, dropping the hammer, annoyed at how life worked in general, before he didn't have control of his mouth anymore.

Then he looked down at his own body as if seeing it the first time, lifting his automail leg and twisting it to get a good look at it.

"Pathetic. This cripple won't do at all--but I need time to find someone else." And perhaps he would while taking care of some other things. Yes, there was bitterness here that bubbled to the surface, anger repressed for years, that he'd tried to cast away. For a moment, the boy fought back with all his might, tried to choke down the anger like bile, but as he felt the power surge through him, that timidly assertive voice was silenced as it was swept over by a glorious high from that potent paranormal vigor.

Hiccup looked at his hand, suddenly flaring with soulfire, powerful for the first time in his young life after an entire lifetime of being weak, and his mouth quirked into a lopsided grin.

"Who's useless now?"

The trident materialized in his hands, and soulfire swept through the forge, snuffing out the real fire there. The forge door was blasted open and with one hand, Hiccup ripped off his forge apron, and flew out into the city. Shirtless.

"Oh, Astriiid! Ruuuuffnut!" he called out, trying to find them. "It's time we had a little talk about sensitivity."

[ruffntumblenut.livejournal.com]

Ruffnut as it turns out was still nearby...arguing with herself.

"So what if I think of her like that huh? It's not like I'm replacing Tuff." She reasoned as she stopped to examine a peculiar structure she'd never seen before. It was in fact a fire hydrant.

"Weird." She mumbled out loud tapping it with her foot, oblivious to the Karmic backlash that was about to be brought down upon her head.

HOLY POWER TO THE RESCUE. :|b

[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

Nehaalista would not be able to tell you how many times she practiced dispelling her mount and not falling off it like a total initiate. Following the darksoul through the city had been taxing, and if her mount had not been granted unto her by the Holy Light, she was fairly certain that it would've been frothed to exhaustion.

Still, as she dismounted the horse and landed deftly, she was thankful that no one had been inordinately hurt.

[You're not going to get away again, demon,] she signed as the necklace translated. Though if she were speaking to Zetta or Hiccup, that remained to be seen. Again, as she'd done with Eva, Nehaalista knelt beside the vikingpile and appeared to do nothing.

In the name and by the grace of the Holy Light, I cast you out, dark one. You are unwelcome, you are unwanted. Leave this body you have stolen for your devious purpose. Nehaalista prayed, and felt her power clash against the Darksoul's. And if Zetta managed to get a bit singed, well, that'd learn him.

The Eleventh Doctor - Hanger - TARDIS (doors are left open)

[makeherblue]

So. Evil spirit thing floating -- he can't say running because chances are, it probably doesn't have legs in its natural state -- floating around possessing people. He'd like to say he doesn't have experience with this but look, it's a big old universe out there: he probably does and he might have something to help out with locating the lifeform back in the TARDIS. He highly doubts it's an actual spirit. Spirit-like, easily mistaken for a ghost or demon or whatever it was someone wants to call it, yeah, sure. Okay. Workable. He thinks. What he needs, though, is equipment.

The Doctor pockets the omnicomm as he heads to the TARDIS. Several times he gets the feeling of something watching him. Following. The Doctor turns to check. Only the shadows, and the rest of the hanger sprawling out behind him. Not even the sound of someone trying to (badly) hide their footsteps. Weird. He'd like to say he's gotten paranoid due to age, but...

He checks again over his shoulder when he reaches the TARDIS doors, the old girl's blue comforting as always. Maybe he should have checked one last time before opening the doors.

That sense of something behind him suddenly flares up. Something kicks him.

It’s not a normal kick. It’s like his stomach suddenly deciding to jump on ahead without him, the Doctor staggering through the doors and catching himself on the railing before it takes off again. The room tilts, rolls. Something’s in here with him. Except he’s got that wrong, it’s not like Intruder-in-the-TARDIS-With. It’s inside him. The Doctor puts up a fight. He thinks it lasts longer than it does. Feels like hours. He thinks he might’ve even won. In reality, it’s probably only seconds that the Doctor white-knuckles the railing before he lets go, straightening.

Tries out the new body. Not bad, not bad.

….Actually, it looks like it could snap in half if you looked at it funny. Still, bodies like this do have their uses.

The Darksoul straightens the Doctor’s body, twitches to work out any last second kinks. One...more...twitch. Great. There. And there it is, his trident, the weight feeling good in his hands even if he feels the Doctor’s body straining to lift it. He forces it anyway.

“So where were we? TARDIS…TARDIS…,” Darksoul turns on the spot, getting reacquainted with a place that feels like home, except not. Oh. Oh! There’s a nanosecond and it sinks in what this means. This could be escape, couldn’t it? And he’s even been given the key how to get away, thanks to that Doctor he’s taken as his. The best part? Yes, that; it’s now dawning on him what this means. He could do so much more with this, with all of time and space right there begging for his personal attention. “Talk about all that glorious potential being wasted. It hurts thinking about it.”

The Darksoul looks down at the trident. After the jumps from body to body, it’ll give him away, won’t it? Ignoring the flying (he likes the flying). But what’s the point of getting rid of the evidence? It’s not like he’d leave anyone around to see it. At this point, he’s half-expecting someone to come wandering in, probably while he’s in the middle of trying to work this machine.

Especially with those exorcists being....surprisingly competent. Since when did that happen? Color him surprised.

Re: The Eleventh Doctor - Hanger - TARDIS (doors are left open)

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

If he didn't want someone to come wandering in, he shouldn't have left the doors open.

Paco had been running around looking for people who weren't paying attention to their comms so he could warn them and point them to areas where Stacy's combat tentacles could grab whoever was possessed before they could hurt anyone. He'd ducked into the Hanger just in time to see the Doctor disappear into the TARDIS.

"Hey, hey dude!" he called, skidding to a halt inside and rubber-necking a bit. "Uh, firstly, cool, secondly and more importantly, did you see the comm alert?"

Howard the Duck

[the-gerber-baby.livejournal.com]

Howard had found some out of the way place to enjoy a cigar, taking his time to savor it. He didn't have many left and he wasn't entirely sure he was going to be able to get more. But there was the garden, right? Somebody around here had to be growing tobacco, didn't they? Didn't they? He couldn't just go cold turkey...

What Howard didn't want to admit was that he was entirely out of his depth on this ship, with all the heroes and do-gooders and other types. He was just a workaday stiff, trying to make his way in a world he never made. Even if that world was apparently gone now.

Depressing thought. But seriously? All the useful people in the world, and he gets picked?

This long train of thought left him quite open to the fleeing Darksoul. He didn't even have time to put up a token "Waugh!" of resistance. The Darksoul had been here before. It knew him inside and out. It was like sliding back into, well, certainly not a comfortable old shoe, but a somewhat much encrusted boot that was a little too tight in the toes.

"The Duck again," it mused. "Hardly my first choice... but his rage is quite delicious..."

Re: Howard the Duck

[livingontheweb.livejournal.com]

"Seriously, the Duckburg version of the Devil? Now I've really seen everything," commented the spandex-clad teenager that was crouching on a wall.