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OCTOBER EVENT PT2

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→ THE BEGINNING

(click to expand - happy early Halloween)

It's on the evening of October 28th when everything quickly descends into madness.

It begins with faint static in the air, gradually becoming louder and louder until it's impossible to ignore, the pattern of cries that was once hidden now audible to everybody as it grows and grows until it culminates in an explosion. The walls of the local bookstore burst outwards, a rampaging Hydreigon within unleashing Hyper Beam after Hyper Beam without any rest in between. Its trainer, an old man, hobbles up to it in a panic in order to ask what's wrong, but the Pokemon knocks him to the ground, ignoring him and continuing to destroy everything in its path while its trainer lies motionless on the ground, blood pouring from his head.

Further down the street, another eruption shakes the city, a group of Galarian Rapidashes slamming themselves against walls and windows until they break through, careening and crashing through buildings with wild abandon. Occupants inside a cafe scream as they attempt to flee, crushed under rubble and trampled by merciless hooves. From the sky, Murkrows and Natus swoop down on residents on the streets, long talons outstretched to claw at any exposed skin and pluck out any staring eyes. All around the city, Pokeballs burst open on their own and the Pokemon rush madly at human and Pokemon alike, disregarding orders or pleads from their trainers and attacking anything within sight in a wild frenzy.

Fires blaze across the city as children wail and adults scream. All the while, the pattern of cries continues...

→ THE RAMPAGE

(click to expand - you're in for a bad time)

Throughout the night, dark, ghost, and psychic-type Pokemon rampage throughout Mango City. Wild Pokemon appear from the outskirts of town and attack anyone and anything on sight, while companion Pokemon force themselves out of their balls and turn upon their trainers. No other types seem to be affected, the other Pokemon just as confused and distraught as the humans as they're forced to run from, defend against, and fight the Pokemon they were once allied with.

While many of the mad Pokemon physically assault those around them, other use innate abilities to wreak havoc. Musharnas emit a dark mist that engulfs entire beings and brings their fears to reality, forcing all those within the fog to face the same delusions. At the same time, Shedinjas steal souls away in their shells and keep them captive in a shared endless nightmare of their worst experiences relived. Similarly, Beheeyems cause those nearby to reexperience their most feared and hated moments, erasing all memory after that moment in order to trap their victims in that vulnerable mindset of the past. Meanwhile, Zoroarks trap their targets within grand illusions that force them to undergo a series of deaths over and over again, causing them excruciating pain and suffering while their physical bodies continue to live. Haunters phase in and out of walls to surprise and lick their victims, sapping years off their life and causing a frigid shivering that won't stop until they wither away, and Gengars loom in the shadows, sapping heat away from its surroundings and causing the small and the weak to slowly freeze to death. Umbreons spray poisonous sweat all over the street, causing people to choke and convulse if they stay too long near the toxic areas, and Cofagriguses drag humans into their coffins and wrap them up as mummies, bound so tightly nobody can hear them scream. No amount of pleading nor bargaining will cause any of them to stop; the only option left is to defeat them in battle, either by killing them or knocking them out.

It'd be kinder to do the latter, but in the heat of the moment, it's difficult to hold back. It's desperate times, after all, as the city streets soon begin to fill with the cold and still bodies of both Pokemon and humans.

→ HELP...?

(click to expand - is anyone even sane enough left to help)

At the outskirts of town bordering the forest, herds of Stantler lead the unaffected and helpless deeper into the forest into an area where the trees are so densely packed that even the shine of the moon can't break through. The only source of light are the small Litwicks that scurry towards the humans, smiling and holding out their little hands. Follow them. They'll keep you safe(?).

Perhaps it's time to abandon the city, where the fires continue to grow and rage throughout the streets, threatening to engulf entire neighborhood blocks. The hospital and Pokemon Center get repurposed to disaster zones as the doctors and nurses struggle to treat their patients while fending off rampaging Pokemon at the same time. Mari's large Steelixes wrap themselves around the buildings to become iron walls keeping the wild Pokemon out, but even their great defense struggles against the never ending attacks.

In the midst of the ongoing disaster, the radio tower remains undamaged and completely abandoned, untouched by the rampaging Pokemon outside. The receptionist has fled long ago, leaving the front doors open but the door to the stairs and the elevator up remaining locked. The tower stands empty and silent, completely free of the static and pattern of cries playing outside, the one place of reprieve from the hell that has descended upon Mango City.

→ MOD NOTES

⬥ Welcome to the Halloween event! Due to the nature of the prompts, please properly warn for any potentially disturbing content in your threads/tags for all players.
⬥ This event is forward dated to the evening and night of the 28th and may last past the 28th if no proper IC measures are taken to stop the rampaging Pokemon. The OOC deadline to solve and fix the disaster will be October 29.
⬥ Please comment to the mod question & investigation thread to report any actions that characters may take to stop the events of the log.
⬥ Have fun! :)

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[Atsushi doesn't like that sound at all; the monstrous roar that fills his ears as he's found himself in another patch of fog. Immediately, he thinks his fears are manifesting again; he'd outrun it before and come upon Sagi. Fear of the tiger pushed aside to deal with someone else's issues. He's disgusted with himself for hoping there's someone else in here for the same thing to happen. Up ahead, the fog is denser, and he can no longer tell where the sound is coming from, and then there it is. The fog becoming a mist to allow him to see this... thing. Something that, once again, didn't come from his own mind.

The creature is at first seemingly comprised of the fog itself, but it's different. Darker and more of a solid entity, yet still shadowy. There's no one else here, so who's illusion is this?]

[ In the illusion, nothing should be real. It's also a noise pollution nightmare--distortion, the ever growing static, and even the sound of gears turning plague Atsushi's ears. Something else in the air pulses, as if it's a weak shockwave. When it reaches Atsushi, he'll hear even more garbled noises that he normally wouldn't be able to understand, but all living things will feel it in the core of their very existence immediately--

I hunger...

It lunges at Atsushi with an outstretched hand, claws ready to tear at anything as long as there's substance--anything to tear. Anything. Anything. ]

[No. This is bad. The noises are so out of place and hard to distinguish from each other. He wonders if it's coming from the tower overtop of the squiggly noise, or here in the fog. It's impossible to tell. Something runs through him, a sort of pressure or invisible force and he hears it, but he doesn't. He knows what it wants.

Panicked, he tries to run, but the shadow hand is too quick. It shouldn't hurt this much. This isn't real! But it does hurt, the claws tearing into side. He's been impaled more than once, and this isn't as bad in comparison yet. But the fact that he thought yet is terrifying. The creature's claws scrape across muscle and tendons, and sever nerves. He can hear himself screaming, but it's distant compared to the other noises in the air. His own fingernails form into claws, but that's all he has to defend himself with right now; Pokemon completely forgotten yet again.

Gritting his teeth and shifting so he can reach, Atsushi tries to claw at the shadow arm and penetrate it somehow. Does it even have flesh to puncture?]

[ In the illusion, Atsushi shouldn't feel anything but attempting to claw the air. However, in real time, the claws penetrate his shoulder instead and he lets out another scream. With his mindset being what it is right now, he feels like crying from the pain. Why is this him? Was Destruction right? Is this only a taste of what he would get from his inevitable end? He doesn't want to hurt whoever this is in front of him. Should he die? He'd rather die. Whoever this is probably doesn't deserve it, but he can't control this monstrosity with his emotions running rampant. Maybe he should end it early. That way, neither has to suffer. It's the only way--

I want to feed. Devour. tHIs wOrLD. Livestock. Feed. Feed. Feed. Feed. FeEd. fEEd. FeED. Fe▒▒

The monster lets out a roar and tries to slash at Atsushi from moving its hand inside his body. ]

[The claws aren't catching on anything at all. The monster is solid to him, and it can hurt him, but nothing happens upon retaliation. There's panic welling inside as he realizes there's no way to fight back. He doesn't stop trying though, but it's almost a desperate scrabbling at the shadows.

Atsushi screams again as the hand moves inside the opening its made. He chokes, expelling dark blood from his mouth. He knows what happened; not certain which organ, but one's been punctured. Everything feels simultaneously hot and cold. The warmth of blood pooling inside his abdomen like fire as it seeps away from his extremities. The monster claws continue to tear at his insides, and his only thought is to try and grab the shadow and pull it out. He won't heal until it's out. But again, it's like reaching for nothing and he can't stop this from happening.]

[ Fortunately for Atsushi, the arm withdraws for a second. Unfortunately, the next thing it does is howl so loud that the ground rumbles. Normally, shadowy things shouldn't have teeth, but the void in Hien's arm cries out for blood. Murder. Murder. Murder. No world is worth existing. Devour it all into non-existence. No life is worth--

His arm eats Atsushi's leg in reality below the knee. Hien tastes human flesh and the blood and he wants to throw up. In the illusion, the monster swipes at Atsushi's leg to dismember it. ]

[~~Why is it always the leg?~~ The howl is so loud and so visceral, and Atsushi stops all attempts to defind himself to cover his ears. Blood runs out of one of them. He doesn't have time to think about that as a familiar pain shoots up his leg. His screams are ragged and broken; he's losing his voice, but it hurts so much.

He dares to look back, and yes. It's gone. The lower half of his leg lying away from him, bones separated and ligaments and muscle shredded and sticking out of the stump of flesh. Maybe this is his nightmare he's trapped in after all; this shadow monster some approximation of Akutagawa, intent on killing him because he's weak and pathetic, yet he still won't die. Like some annoying worm with additional hearts, that cut in half would still survive.]

[ He cries. Crying at the point where his memories are shouldn't be anything new. He used to cry all the time. He repeats his apologies over and over like a mantra as his arm moves about like it has a life of its own and eats a chunk of Atsushi's side. The illusion portrays this as it tearing it out by grabbing onto him.

Hien feels hysterical and tries to restrain his arm by using his other hand, but it doesn't work. Force the gears to turn. Turn. Turn. Stop all this. Just. Turn--

It doesn't turn.

There's so much blood on the ground. The bone that sticks out of Atsushi's leg is part of the combination with the taste of human flesh and guts is why Hien actually throws up this time. A small silver lining--none of it is on either of them. The mask has been put away into his cloak for now.

Why should this have to be a definite future? It's called "future mode" for a reason--

...

...?

Hien's pokemon have been fighting the Musharna and group of Beeheyems the entire time and it finally starts whittling down the numbers, weakening their effects on both Hien and Atsushi. Hien starts regaining his memories that he lost and there's a sort of clarity and dread that washes over his entire being.

The mist still lingers, though it's getting weaker. The monster also stops attacking in the illusion. The arm returns to normal in reality.

Awful.

Everything about this is awful.

He feels sick. ]

Atsushi. Atsushi!

[ He rarely raises his voice, but god... Hien thinks Atsushi is dying. Forget his own shoulder wound-- healing. Can he heal? Hien just looks at his own hands before trying to dig something out of the cloak. ]

[The monster is too strong, holding him down while it rips into his flesh and spills organs, entrails, and pieces of ribs all over the ground. The blood and bile splashes everywhere, and he can no longer gather the energy to scream. His vision is blurry, from either tears of pain or shock or not enough blood reaching his brain anymore. He coughs up another mouthful of blood and awaits the final blow...

That never comes. The monster stops; it stands there, not even menacingly, like it hadn't just been tearing him apart. The fog fades into more misty surroundings, and he can faintly hear someone calling his name. He doesn't recognize the voice. It's louder the second time, but he can't respond to it. He just looks up at the monster, choking on his own blood, and waiting for... something.]

[ Hien is no stranger to killing others. He even killed a variation of one of his best friends, but that was because he went crazy. He had to die for the sake of balance. But this? This wasn't necessary. Tearing out someone's side, piercing them straight through their torso? Of course they're going to die if they don't have powers. It's a done deal. He saw something like tiger claws, but his memories are a mess right now. He can sort them later. His priority is in the present.

There's nothing in his cloak that can remedy this at all. Bandages are useless. First aid kits don't work if there are several gaping holes through the body. God, he hopes Atsushi has some sort of healing ability. Hien is useless right now.

But it's about time. Flareon and the others manage to knock out the rogue pokemon. The monster disappears, the black particles disappearing with the mist. Hien absolutely refuses to shake Atsushi in case he does have some sort of healing skill. Shaking is also useless. ]

Atsushi! Can you heal? Stay with me here!

[The monster vanishes into the receding mist, along with Atsushi's severed leg and the chunks of other parts that the creature had ripped off. Because they weren't real? But the wounds are still there, and the bottom half of his leg is gone. It was... more than an illusion? It hurts to think too much, but he registers Hien and he's talking to him. Heal... Yes, he can... There's nothing in the way, impaling him, and his leg is gone, so it doesn't have to be re-attached somehow... how does this even work? He isn't sure, because it's an unconscious power and it works on it's own for the most part.

There's an agonizing few seconds when he thinks it isn't going to kick in, that this is too much for what he's gotten back, but no. There's a slight blue glow around the wounds as things repair themselves. Damaged organs knit back together, others regrow entirely along with new ribs, covered by muscle and tendons and finally flesh. No scars remain. His leg seems to rebuild itself section by section instead of regrowth out of the stump, like a regression back to its original state somehow.

It all takes mere seconds, but he feels all of it. It hurts just as much to heal as it did to be maimed. Atsushi sits up slowly and looks at Hien; there's echoes of fear left in his gaze, and his voice is scratchy and raw. He hasn't retracted his claws.]

Hien?

[ Oh, thank God. Atsushi can heal and is alive. Now he just has to face the consequences of dealing with the aftermath. He's very glad that Atsushi isn't dead, but Hien has the mindset that there are things worse than death and he pretty much assaulted and tortured Atsushi to an extent. He won't expect anything good to come out of this, especially with how his expression is right now. ]

Don't... move too much. You just healed and probably need some time to stabilize.

[ He keeps his hands to himself. Since he doesn't have his mask over his face, his face clearly shows his expressions. He's currently distraught and actually looks regretful at what he's done. ]

I'm sorry. This was my fault. I lost control and...

[ Did all these things. He's expecting to get yelled at at the very least, if not demanding a restraining order that lasts forever. ]

... I'll help you get to a hospital. You need to rest, but not in the middle of chaos.

[Against Hien's suggestions, he moves, getting to his feet quickly, but never taking his eyes of Hien.]

I'm fine, I...

[Without the mask, Hien is an open book and Atsushi... can empathize. Hien's just done what he always fears he will. Lose control and hurt someone. Kill someone, because most people would have died here. He doesn't step any closer, but he doesn't yell or even look angry, just... sad.]

You... you didn't lose control; that thing controlled you. It made you think you were some kind of monster, didn't it? I saw it.

[ Today has been a tiring day for everyone. Hien feels the emotional exhaustion seep into the core of his being. He doesn't know if he should explain right now, or do it later when they're more clear headed. But would Atsushi like being reminded of this moment? Probably not. At the same time, he doesn't want to lie to him--though Atsushi is pretty spot on with his guess if that referred to his past self. It no longer applies to him. ]

I thought I was living in the moment when I first got the power. It... wasn't pretty.

[ As Atsushi has seen. ]

That was a long time ago. I have control over it now, assuming I don't get my mind time traveled to the past somehow.

[ That's about as truthful as he can get. ]

I'm sorry, again. I have to owe you.

[He was trapped in a delusion of the past, as well as the fears induced in the mist. That, Atsushi hadn't figured out. Two effects from the Pokemon at the same time; were they working together, or was it a coincidence? His thoughts go in that direction rather than focusing on what just happened. It will haunt him later, but in the grand scheme of things, it's one of his less traumatic experiences, because it was nothing but pain and Hien hadn't done it deliberately.]

It's alright. I forgive you.

[Maybe Hien needs to hear that, and maybe he doesn't. Atsushi thinks Hien is more affected by this, and rightfully so. Judgements from yourself are always more harsh and harder to get past, if it's possible at all. In Hien's place, no matter the words of his victim, Atsushi would never forgive himself. So maybe his words are meaningless after all. Though, it's not the time for reflections and they can discuss things later, if necessary.]

Right now, this is still happening all over the city, and we should-

[-go help. But he doesn't get to say that. Like most times he's used a lot of power, he blacks out. Sorry, Hien.]

[ Hearing that does make him feel a little better. He didn't think Atsushi would have actually say it, so he's a little surprised. But then again, he used to do the same thing...

He's about to agree about moving on, but then Atsushi blacks out, startling Hien. He sure has been on edge for a bit to be startled by something like that. He lets out a sigh he didn't know he was holding and goes to pick up Atsushi--right, his shoulder is still fucked up. Unlike Atsushi, Hien didn't regain regeneration yet. He slings Atsushi over the shoulder that isn't wounded and goes off to carry him to the hospital while his pokemon follow him. He changes his appearance to the orange head he used before before entering the hospital. He tells the nurses that Atsushi only fainted, so if they could nurse and feed him when he wakes up, that would be great. Meanwhile, he needs to get his shoulder looked at. ]

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OCTOBER EVENT PT2

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→ THE BEGINNING

→ THE RAMPAGE

→ HELP...?

→ MOD NOTES

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Cw not quite vore but there is gross eating

cw: gore and dismemberment

CW More gore, more not good eating, emeto, violence

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cw: gore

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