#event: data corrupt

[deadlydevotion]

So his avoiding the monsters in the vents and broken corridors had lasted nowhere near as long as he had hoped it would and he ended up having to sprint through seemingly endless corridors, looking for literally anyone who was an actual, proper combatant who's powers wouldn't be essentially used up in the first five minutes of him using it.

He was rapidly ending up lost in his attempts to avoid being mauled by the many skittering creatures on his trail.

"You're kidding me-!" He slid to a stop, having just careened into a corridor blocked by rubble at the end. He could hear and sense at least six of the things close behind him, no time to circle back-!

Someone else too. His threads latched onto the other presence, relief flooding in as he recognized that unique signature. He hadn't spoken to Livio like this before but he didn't have time for niceties. His threads transmitted his mental call straight to Livio's mind. Or Razlo's, he honestly couldn't tell who was in charge from such a distance.

'Livio! I need a hand! I can't shake these things!'

@deathpacito

[punisheye]

The desert feels like home.

It's arid and hot and sweaty but, well, he's used to that. It beads up under his collar and runs down his temple as the sun beats relentlessly down on the two of them. Just one sun here, though. Still glaringly bright, so he's glad he brought his sunglasses along.

He could almost convince himself they were back on that desert planet if it weren't for the singular sun and the brittle shrubbery scattered across the badlands. A vulture shrieks high above, circling, clearly taking note of some dead or dying creature to swoop in on. But Wolfwood isn't worried about that.

Dog hunkers down close to the ground, huffing out smoke through his nose, digging its claws into the dirt. Wolfwood squats down right beside him, one hand on his spine with his other hand brings a cigarette to his lips to take a drag.

"Do you really think," Wolfwood drawls, waving the cigarette lazily through the air, "We'll be able to fight this thing?"

Well, they've fought a whole lot of weird people. So maybe it's possible. Plus, they have these monsters at their side. That little feathery weirdo that accompanies his big feathery weirdo might somehow be of use, too. In some way.

The sand shifts under his feet. Wolfwood frowns. Dog growls.

"Our chances ain't lookin' good, Spikey."

@amoirsetpacis

[snowdaisied]

So this is what the others meant when they said that sometimes things happen here that are quite... Complicated.

With a grunt, Jill pushes back against a monster and slices it in half with her rapier. Though the space station seems to be secure for now, the hordes of Latchers that are sent towards it by the Dweller threaten that safety.

With the last few slain, they're allowed a moment of peace. Her spiramonster rests at her feet with a sigh, and Jill's expression turns contemplative as she turns towards Clive and Joshua.

"She said that they were going to temporarily unlock our powers..." For Jill, it doesn't make much of a difference. For the two brothers, however... "Which means you both can use your eikons, can't you?"

Her gaze shifts to the moon dweller that resides in the distance. It's a large, terrifying thing, but it's possible that it's something that Ifrit and Phoenix could fight against. She doesn't like the idea, but she knows that if they're following the same line of thought as her, then they're surely already thinking of a plan.

@roshield @flamesire

[deadmandraw]

@baddestdangerboy || Data Corrupt Pt. 2 Starter

First they were transported to the... Space station because the Earth wasn't safe. And now the space station was also unsafe. Figures. Why isn't he surprised by this turn of events?

At least he has a clear objective: climate the invading monsters. Apparently some were coming from the moon? He doesn't really understand it. The fact they were in space was above him, really. But fighting for the lives of others was something he was well acquainted with at least.

The thrum of adrenaline. The feeling of Crowned Clown's claws tearing through an opponent. For the first time in weeks it felt like he was finally able to breathe again. None of the opponents were Akuma — they were all something else. As deadly as they were strange.

He rounds a corner, flipping and twisting his way through a hoard. Six, then five, then four, then three, then two— There was someone else fighting. It looked like one was about to catch him from a blind spot. Half a beat. Crowned Clown reaches—

BAM!

Allen's left arm stretches across the distance accordingly, slamming into the creature and pinning it down. It screeches as it struggles. Allen picks it up and slams it down hard. It stops struggling.

Just the sound of their breathing, now. Allen offers an awkward little smile and a wave. "You alright? There's certainly a lot of these. Crawling all over the place."

[mercurywitch]

☆ "LP041 - Suletta Mercury, Gundam Calibarn! Launching!" There wasn't a need for her to state all that before her Gundam was launched from the hangar of the space station, but it almost felt comforting to say it after so long. She knew Guel was launching right behind her. There weren't many people that had a means of fighting in space and so Suletta had decided to pilot the Calibarn even despite the risks.

The thrusters on the Variable Rod Rifle in the Calibarn's right hand sent her along, a single beam fired from its tip causing a ripple effect of flashing lights as enlarged Latchers exploded.

Another shot was fired, thinning out the swarm that had gotten close to the station.

"Mister Guel!" Suletta's breathing was heavy and rapid over the comms and he couldn't see how red Permet markings had risen on her body. It was the Gundam's Curse. But this wasn't within Quiet Zero's field, she didn't need to push it past Score 5. Theoretically she should have been okay. "There are... some getting closer... Can you handle them!?"

@sinbearing

[twohundredpower]

It felt like Lloyd had been flinging himself across every part of the island that he could in the last few days-- doing his best to protect those who couldn't fight, while getting them to places where they'd be safe. Unfortunately, seeing the island being ripped apart wasn't a strange sight to the brunette in the least.. though the sickening feeling in his stomach proved that he would never get used to it, no matter how many times it continued to happen.

After all, the thing that was weighing heaviest on his mind in that moment was the wellbeing of the people he cared about; his friends, and everyone he considered family. Despite that he knew the whereabouts of some, Lloyd still hadn't been able to get a hold of all of them; anxiously pacing the path towards one of the safe zones as he tried to keep his focus.

However, a sudden scream in the distance cut through it immediately; taking hold of all of Lloyd's attention as his head snapped in the direction it came from. And though he'd already began to run, feet pounding on the ground towards the noise, they quickly started to fall even harder when he saw who was being attacked; his heart sinking into the depths of his chest.

"Eiden!"

Closing the distance between himself and the Latcher, Lloyd swung both of his swords towards the monster and slammed them into it; knocking it off its feet and sending it flying. With a quick call of 'Demon Fang!', the creature was finished off with a stab through the chest; pulling the blades out of its body as he quickly rushed to the side of his friend.

"Are you alright?!"

❱❱ :   —   ( @kleinstar​​ )

[chaoticclaybomber]

"So are they just always on fire like that, un? How do you touch them if they're always burning, yeah? Unless I guess you don't burn, that could be a thing here couldn't it, un." At the very least Deidara was taking fighting alongside a trio of flaming eels in stride, deciding that it wasn't any weirder then fighting a massive chakra turtle or dealing with a guy who could manipulate mass amount of sand.

Or anything else he'd seen in this weird ass city. The whole being in space part s stranger then the odd pile of creatures acting as one unit.

They were pretty good at dealing with the nasty little alien bitches, as was their feisty owner. He was having to push to make sure they weren't the only ones taking out the little monsters, which meant he was having a whole lot more fun, regardless of having to be sparing with his explosives.

"You're not half bad at this," he laughed. "Bet there won't be many of these nasty things left for anyone else to deal with when we're done, un!"

@moraypower

[fairyknight]

● Pointy ears? For a brief moment Baobhan Sith had wondered if this woman was a fae, but considering the tentacles on her head that probably wasn't the case. It also wasn't the time to ask as some of those spider-legged beasts had snuck into the shopping district of the space station. There'd been an explosion, no doubt from the unruly efforts of someone else trying to stop them, and debris had fallen from up high.

"Watch it!" In lieu of a cement wall piece on a collision path with the tentacle haired woman, the Archer had caught the debris with her bare hand, knees buckling only slightly from the weight. If she hadn't been a Servant then they would have been crush. "Move it... please..." She had to toss it aside but she was worried she'd slip.

@moraypower

[refulgences]

Though she doesn't know this Warrior of Light specifically, there's a comfort in finding her and immediately feeling at ease. The return of her powers meant that she could sense the light of others again, and she knew right away that this was someone from her home that she could trust.

"It looks like a primal, doesn't it?" She refers to the dweller a ways ahead of them.

"But I'm afraid it's much stronger... What do you think we should do?"

@crimsonharvests

[ghostbxsted]

@sxnburst || Circuit City Mayhem

Why? Just... why? Danny can't help the dismayed sigh as yet another monster bulldozes a building. Maybe he should've expected this; the relative calm of his first weeks here quickly followed by the crashing of a storm.

It's not too different from Amity. But, still. He'd still rather not have to deal with any of this. People panicking, people in danger, and virtually no ending in sight to the rampaging monsters. At least he wasn't the only one fighting. He is thankful for that.

At least most people have been evacuated. But that doesn't solve the problem, just lessens the impact of collateral damage. There doesn't seem to be an end in sight. He's not — tired. Not yet. Not in the physical sense. But all this fighting is exhausting, and he's always hated it. Constantly having to fight.

Currently he's trying to regroup with the others here. Lionheart personnel and individuals that just... happened to be here. He's pretty sure their numbers have been shrinking. But apparently death isn't, like, a permanent thing here? Which is... Hm. To think about.

He hovers over everyone, quite literally, flitting back and forth as he helps check for injuries. He's not the greatest at first aid, frankly, but he wanted to be useful. He hopes no one questions the fact he's able to fly around now.

"Hey, uh, you okay? Can I get you anything?"

[eiternal]

🗲 "Morax. I don't believe we've ever had the opportunity to fight side by side." Their past meetings had been brief, vague encounters in this city notwithstanding. Makoto would sometimes bring her along to Liyue for meetings of The Seven during her reign. "Liyue's Archon had died". In retrospect she had been foolish to believe the authenticity of such an event.

"We gods have no place in this world, and based on what I have heard you may argue that our world no longer has a place for them either..." The difference in their beliefs was not a relevant topic at the moment however, not with the chaos of a swarm stinger-equipped of Latchers defending a giant, wasp-like Dweller.

"But surely you have some energy to spare for these insects? This island may not be Inazuma but I believe the people that live here are worth protecting." Her naginata, Engulfing Lightning appeared in her right hand. "What say you?"

@contractuum

[deadlydevotion]

Stalking through the broken corridors of the apparently derelict space station was strangely reminiscent of home; it reminded him of walking through shattered pieces of the great ships meant to carry humanity to a new home across the stars. There were plenty of strange, alien creatures there too, only the Worms tended not to try sinking far too many teeth into him quite so frequently. He was avoiding them fairly well after a first, narrow escape, but he knew he wasn't going to be nearly as well equipped to handle this place and its dangers as some would.

He needed to find backup, someone of greater fighting ability who could help him reach the source of the tugging sensation in his chest. At least he could feel the little menaces coming and avoid them but that wouldn't last forever.

He headed for the first person his threads sensed, hoping it would be someone he could tolerate. Or at least someone who could escort him elsewhere.

[feistyvampire]

It doesn’t look peaceful, but he’s taking a moment of rest, though he’s still sitting up. Body language says he’s ready to bolt at any moment, but even he needs a break sometimes.

[snowdaisied]

“It’s very kind of you to offer to help run errands for the safe zone. I hope you know that.”

Eiden had been rather persistent on going, even though Jill had said she was more than capable of going alone. Perhaps it was because he didn’t want to feel useless amidst all the chaos – That was something she could relate to, unfortunately. She eventually got him to agree that he could go as long as he listened to her very carefully and followed her instructions if they were to run into any latchers.

“When we get there, I’ll stand guard while you find the supplies. Do you already know the way?”

@kleinstar

[quicksilvernightmares]

For those inclined to look out the windows of the Selene Space Station and observe the Dweller lurking in the moon, they might notice something else out among the flying Lurkers attempting to assault the station. A red and black blur, small in comparison, flitting here and there between groups of the monsters. It maneuvers through empty space as easily as through air, ragged bat-like wings flaring every now and again as it rips through groups of enemies like butter.

Red light streaks behind as the blur reorients itself, facing the moon with wings spread wide. The Dweller opens its mouth wide, energy building in the gaping maw, condensing as it prepares to fire its laser on the station. The barely larger then human figure raises its hand, red light shaping a gun as long as its arm. It takes aim, more red light building in the muzzle as the Dweller releases its charge.

Lasers collide with a brilliant light, fracturing into particles that vaporize any Latchers in the vicinity. Left unscathed, the winged figure bares its teeth in a grin. Now this, this is a challenge.

[mercurywitch]

☆ "Miss Mercie... It's okay, I knew the risks before I got into the cockpit..." Suletta had definitely seen better days. The glowing red lines that could be seen on her cheeks were on her arms and legs as well. Her ability to move had been impeded by them, a side effect of wielding Permet via a Gundam. Still, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. She still had the ability to move a little bit even if she found it more comfortable to lay down on the hospital bed in the space station.

"You said you know how to use healing magic... right? I was wondering if you could try? There's no cure for this condition back in my world, but maybe with magic...?" It was why she had requested they contact Mercedes. The kind of magic from storybooks and fairy tales... If such a thing was real, then maybe it could help her.

@ofmartritz