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savetheearth2014-02-17 06:15 pm
strikeraid) wrote in savetheearth2014-02-17 06:15 pm
013. action. closed.
Who: Skyler (strikeraid), Harper (duette), mmmaybe Dallen (decelerate), Chuck (swissarmyjesus), and Danny (gogoghostpowers)
When: Today, 02/17, around 4 pm; then today, 02/17, later in the evening; then tomorrow, 02/18, right after school.
Where: In order: Somewhere in the Business District, then somewhere in the Dead District, then like... at school or something I'M GONNA ROLL WITH IT
What: Someone tries to kill him (by accident), he tracks down a certain Key, he tries to kill someone (on purpose).
[ Someone is having a very busy Monday and Tuesday. Let us count the ways. ]
[ closed to Harper (for now!) ]
[ After a long, hard day of school, followed directly by a few hours of scrubbing dicks off the wall, Skyler is almost done with his day. Except he isn't, of course; he still has Blood Key shit to do today and he isn't about to give Helene no for an answer. He does need to make a stop at home, though, and the last buses have already left, so here he is,makin his way downtown cutting through a quieter part of the Business District on his way home. He is not expecting to meet anyone, and he isn't trying to catch anyone's eye. All he wants to do is get home. Seriously.
Nothing in his life ever happens that smoothly, unfortunately! ]
[ / closed to Harper ]
[ closed to Chuck ]
[ After weeks of searching, he thinks he's got the right guy. He's been looking for a new guy, he knows, someone who's been on the ball and stayed in fairly good standing with his fellow Keys. He's even friendly, which is weird enough among the Keys, but so far it appears he's been doing nothing but making himself friends with his timely warnings. Things have probably been pretty cozy for him.
Well, that's enough complimentary bullshit. After all, his fellow Keys did end up leading right towards him in a roundabout way, traveling backward from contact to contact until he reached the right cell, and then the right people within the cell. He follows the alley between the two abandoned buildings down, the other teen's back coming into view. This is the third person from the group he's questioned, and he's got the line of questions down to an art.
He walks towards the guy. He doesn't know his name, so he just calls out to him in a low, gruff voice, a part of his Key disguise. ]
Hey, you. Got a minute?
[ / closed to Chuck ]
[ closed to Danny ]
[ Skyler is stalking Danny after school on Tuesday. I repeat, he is taking his books and jamming them all in his locker, then sitting at the door he knows Danny uses to leave the school, waiting for him to come by. Suspicious? Maybe, but he's pretty sure Danny isn't expecting what's coming next. WHAT DO ]
[ / closed to Danny ]
strikeraid), Harper (duette), mmmaybe Dallen (decelerate), Chuck (swissarmyjesus), and Danny (gogoghostpowers)When: Today, 02/17, around 4 pm; then today, 02/17, later in the evening; then tomorrow, 02/18, right after school.
Where: In order: Somewhere in the Business District, then somewhere in the Dead District, then like... at school or something I'M GONNA ROLL WITH IT
What: Someone tries to kill him (by accident), he tracks down a certain Key, he tries to kill someone (on purpose).
[ Someone is having a very busy Monday and Tuesday. Let us count the ways. ]
[ closed to Harper (for now!) ]
[ After a long, hard day of school, followed directly by a few hours of scrubbing dicks off the wall, Skyler is almost done with his day. Except he isn't, of course; he still has Blood Key shit to do today and he isn't about to give Helene no for an answer. He does need to make a stop at home, though, and the last buses have already left, so here he is,
Nothing in his life ever happens that smoothly, unfortunately! ]
[ / closed to Harper ]
[ closed to Chuck ]
[ After weeks of searching, he thinks he's got the right guy. He's been looking for a new guy, he knows, someone who's been on the ball and stayed in fairly good standing with his fellow Keys. He's even friendly, which is weird enough among the Keys, but so far it appears he's been doing nothing but making himself friends with his timely warnings. Things have probably been pretty cozy for him.
Well, that's enough complimentary bullshit. After all, his fellow Keys did end up leading right towards him in a roundabout way, traveling backward from contact to contact until he reached the right cell, and then the right people within the cell. He follows the alley between the two abandoned buildings down, the other teen's back coming into view. This is the third person from the group he's questioned, and he's got the line of questions down to an art.
He walks towards the guy. He doesn't know his name, so he just calls out to him in a low, gruff voice, a part of his Key disguise. ]
Hey, you. Got a minute?
[ / closed to Chuck ]
[ closed to Danny ]
[ Skyler is stalking Danny after school on Tuesday. I repeat, he is taking his books and jamming them all in his locker, then sitting at the door he knows Danny uses to leave the school, waiting for him to come by. Suspicious? Maybe, but he's pretty sure Danny isn't expecting what's coming next. WHAT DO ]
[ / closed to Danny ]
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WHY DOES THE AIR SMELL LIKE RAINBOWS AND UNICORN ASS. ]
Uh......................
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A dress. A frilly, white, magical dress, fluttering in the nonexistent breeze. ]
Y-You...
[ Harper seems to finally get a grip, clamping one arm down over the brooch affixed to her chest. It messes up the flow of ribbons, and, with the white tendrils whipping every which way, Harper suddenly rushes him. ]
WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!
[ Rearing back, she lets her fist fly at him with an impeccable form she shouldn't have even had.
(That vengeful god? It's her.) ]
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He knows what's coming after he sees the dress - this actually isn't his first Precure encounter - but he doesn't realize how upset by the transformation she would be. Meaning that he only has a couple of seconds to stutter out the first sounds of him telling her that he hadn't done anything, that he was just as confused as she was--
He feels her fist connect with the bone under his right eye, almost from an out-of-body perspective, almost as an observation, then he hears the faintest of cracks as her knuckle connects with his nose. His feet are lifting off the floor. He's. Flying?
He could. Technically. Catch himself with an ability. But it's all going too fast. He shoots into a nearby brick wall. It shatters into hairline cracks. TEMPORARY K.O. ]
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We knew him well.
Gasping at the force of the hit and the way he sails, Harper recoils her other arm, staring owlishly and spooked beyond words. ]
Th-That...
[ She feels light. Heartrendingly light. How could so much force come from that? Wobbling a little, she sort of drops into a seat on the pavement, ribbons and incandescent hair poofing out around her. Something about the whole scenario has sent her 'sequence' all awry, and things just sort of float and glimmer and appear out of order. She looks at her own palm, the one she's not using to try and stuff the ribbons back into the device. ]
What even was that... [ Her eyes flicker up. ] H-Hey!
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He'll eventually pull away from the wall, but he is still woozy. He takes one step away from the wall and reconsiders deeply, swaying as he puts a hand into the indentation he just made. He is looking at her with just a little trepidation and bewilderment. Or he just might be blank from the shock. We just don't know. We just don't god damn know.
also his nose is bleeding. Like, running right over his mouth and everything. Just in case this wasn't the worst thing that's happened to her today already. ]
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She screams.
Because he's bleeding everywhere and oh merciful lord that was a human print in that wall and maybe she broke his spine or maybe he'd have a brain hemorrhage and still actually die and there are a thousand unknowns about this situation that scare the actual shit out of her —
Gulping in a few quick, panicked breaths, Harper does what any sensible girl would yet again.
She whips out her phone. Network, don't fail her now. ]