#v; disappearance of jared s. kleinman

[magicmirrored]

[TEXT]: so this. dinner thing

[TEXT]: anyone actually goin?

[TEXT]: not sure if i wanna. don’t exactly feel too comfortable.

[disappearanceofjk]

EVENT: KARMA

warnings for: death, electrocution

buckle in folks.

It’s blueprints to an EMP.

It comes to Rowan with no shock, and as expertly as she can manage, following the scribbled paper, she assembles it. How incredible that something so small would cause so much chaos...She just needs the perfect time to use it. In a small linked batch, just shutting down one SQUIP would work, but with a large case like this...

Regardless, she turns to Strix. The longest prisoner, and the way she’s memorized the schedule would help. She tells the angel of a certain time, when food is given to the prisoners, is when most SQUIPs come in. After all, Rhys is all about efficiency, and having one person give food to this many people would be a waste of time.

Rowan waits -- and god, she hopes. Hopes that Rhys won’t take anyone away, she can’t lose anyone else.

She waits.

When they walk in, posture straight with trays of food in their hands, Rowan turns to Strix. The tiefling nods, and the angel clicks the on button. Immediately, screams ring through the air, so loud and so human that it’s bound to make anyone cover their ears. It’s not long before bodies collapse, the doors to the containers open, and the prisoners are set free.

Some of them walk out with confusion, others with hesitation, with fear of Rhys, but it’s safe to say everyone leaves. Some of the already squipped prisoners rush into the room --- those that were controlled entirely were shutdown, but those that are only squipped experienced a minor headache. It’s not long before their freedom is halted, however, as Rhys practically bolts into the room, an unfamiliar anger in his features.

“I suggest everyone get in their containers now before --- “ what’s left of the electricity crackles, lights flickering. What was once a well lit, well maintained laboratory turns into something that’s more sinister at face value. The air grows cold, and Rhys’s furious expression morphs into horrified. Hands falter, and he looks around, eyes widening. Sweat that he didn’t even know he could create pools in his palms, and he takes a step away.

“No, no, no, no --,” Circuit heart stills, breath hitching. “Come on, we can talk this out -,” he’s speaking to something that you can’t see -- that is, of course, until the light flickers one more time, and standing there is a figure you’re not sure you recognize.

It’s Katherine.

“Talk this out my ass! Did you ‘talk it out’ when you kidnapped me and killed me for my limbs?” Rhys takes another step away, perhaps to run or to switch into another body, but Jared’s spirit makes sure to hold his soul down by attempting to possess him. Katherine advances, and Rhys has no choice but to stay put.

“You don’t want to do this, Katherine - “

It’s Jared that shuts him up this time.

“You don’t want to do this, Katherine!” The boy mocks, laughing afterwards, “do you hear this asshole? Sorry you’re not getting a redemption arc, buddy! You manipulated, like, everyone. There’s no talking this out.” Rhys is shaking, and as a last ditch attempt to intimidate, he bares his teeth. Unfortunately, he ends up looking more like a cornered dog.

“I was waiting for the day someone found that double glass. Remember when you said I was smart without my SQUIP, Rhys? Remember when you wiped my memory that Urso was my SQUIP when I was still alive? Remember you manipulated me and separated me from Urso because you said I didn’t need a defective SQUIP? Remember that, Rhys?” She hisses, delivers a quick kick to his body, to which he drops down onto his knees.

“Katherine, don’t do this.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” She stares him down, picks up the discarded EMP and waves it around.

“I can bring you back to life. I can - I can give you your SQUIP back. I’ll do anything. Katherine, don’t do th - “

He’s cut off mid sentence. In one swift motion, she links Rhys to the EMP, and proceeds to overload the latter. The machine glitches, head jerking wildly as a slow drawl of his words, coming out of his mouth like tar. It’s nearly incomprehensible, a hand reaching for Katherine before the EMP quite literally bursts in the spirit’s hands, and Rhys falls. The light from his eyes die, and Jared floats out, raising his eyebrows.

“...Good fucking god.” He walks forward, lets Katherine inspect Rhys’s body and the rest of the lab. Jared smiles, waves his hand a little awkwardly.

“Don’t feel bad if you killed me. It’s like, infinite naps.” An attempt to cheer up the group. “...I miss all of you. Move on. I’m gone now, but you guys live your life. And say I was like, insanely cool.” A grin. “By the way, the revenge thing? Not that bad.”

It’s over.

Jared fiddles with the controls, lets the group out, and Katherine makes sure to destroy everything. Once she’s done that, her spirit finds peace, moving on. The lab is wiped clean, any squipped people are escorted out by Urso.

You can go home now.

EVENT #4 CLEARED !!

NOTES:

- Epilogue’s coming right after this.

[fakedself]

let me just say jared is Disgusted by this ,, he feels guilty his impulsive actions p much led everyone into this but he’s also a lil upset that no one realized it was him / ppl that thought it was him didn’t Do anything abt it. rest assured tho he doesn’t blame anyone who shot @ him bc he recognizes rhys manipulated them

[h-eadphxnes]

djsk, also known as

Everybody Hates Rhys

[desperatesavior]

[text] i was going through my cabin today, and i found something. [text] you all want proof that the crown monster is as awful as i said? [text] well here you go.

     pictures. pictures sent to everyone’s phone, pictures of the crowned monster. ripping, tearing, mutilating bodies beyond recognition. pictures that were taken behind cabin windows, close ups of the bodies after the monster was finished-

     truly, a massacre.

[selfulfilling]

LAURA RN TRAUMATIZED BUT LIKE “I TOLD YOU FUCKERS”

[totallyboss-a]

               it is so easy to feel so small in this world, jake stands at a great 6′5″, taller than most, if not all others in the search party, and yet, even when he picks up the weapon from the floor, and thanks heaven for archery classes, for that lesson from his father when he was thirteen years old, he opens the chamber of the revolver, counts six bullets, and nods. but he still feels small.

               when the fondly named crownie steps out, jake follows suit in his attack. he’s never fired a bullet that hasn’t resulted in sawdust, never fired an arrow that didn’t hit the board. his bullets miss the first two shots, but the remaining four leave their mark in the creatures body. except it isn’t a creature. jake drops the gun, it never fit right in his hand anyway- after all, he was not david dillinger.

               he watches, quietly, as rich steps forward, nearly opens his mouth to ask him what he is doing, but knows that everything will explain itself- that is, ‘til rich is digging into the monsters head. jake feels sick, a churn in his stomach that he cannot remove. he takes a breath, a shaking sigh, and opens his phone to check the texts that roll in. 

               everything happens so quickly after that, jake isn’t sure where to look. when mickey’s reaction takes its front right before him, jake takes step back, clutches his phone to his chest as if it’ll rewind what happens in front of him. he looks around, backs away to brush hands with alice, before the shock vibrates through him, and he falls. 

[fcrfcrever]

MIKU. Rhys: Do you ever wanna talk about your feelings Deana

Deana: No

Evan: I do

Rhys: I know Evan

Evan: I’m sad

Rhys: I know Evan

[diiagnose]

(  text;  ????  )     jared’s not the only one

[ofinvisibilities-blog]

!! pretend i'm on deana n im sending this 2 rayven........ for The Group Verse

observe. // not accepting.

               you’ve spoken to this woman once, and it wasn’t pleasant. …well, it was alright, but it was horribly nerve-wracking for you to meet a woman like this. you are not used to people like her, loud. she drained your battery as soon as you met. she complimented your drawing once, and you are grateful, but she tires you. her energy is too much.

               when she walks into the room, she sees things beyond a mortal plane. you have a sketch of her in your book- you drew everyone in the group, you flick through the sheets. she looks alert, but you remember she was looking at nothing in particular, and that scares you more than anything. you do not like to ask, it is rude, and you aren’t used to any sort of supernatural powers.

               she radiates an energy you will never understand, and it’s something you don’t want to understand either. it’s scary. she does not lose hope, even when trapped here. while you cry and pray, she is trying to find a way to save all of you. and that is something of skill, some hope she has drawn from the very depths of her soul.

               you wish you had that strength within. it is pleasant. you begin drawing her again, your pencil is growing blunt, but you are too scared to ask for a sharpener.

[magicmirrored]

hello so at the beginning of the verse i Drew Things, aka some of the monsters including the Crown Monster, the long-necked arms-for-legs monster, and Mr. and Mrs. Dillinger.

warning for body horror and blood i am not fucking kidding here

mm would u look at these monstrosities. beautiful

[cazandofantasmas-blog]

@dcfctive

[TEXT]: It is Cir, yes?

[TEXT]: This is Deana Morrison. I would just like to inquire if what you had planned with the pictures gleaned any new information?

[TEXT]: ... Whatever that plan was.

[disappearanceofjk]

AFTERMATH 2

for everyone else who’s not squipped! make sure to read event 3 first

When you wake up, you’re surrounded by a glass wall and ceiling. It’s...nothing you’ve ever seen before. For one, it’s unbreakable - not even magic nor firearms can pierce through it. You can clearly see everyone else in the search party and you can talk with them, but you can’t touch them. You can also see other people you don’t quite recognize - one of them being someone who looks as if they’ve been here for weeks.

Your phones don’t work. The area is almost constantly guarded.

Just what are you going to do?

[fakedself]

rhys: hello? sb: hey, what’s up rhys: i need your help. can you come here? sb: i can’t, i’m finding clues rhys: alright, well hurry up and come over here sb: i can't find them rhys: what do you mean you can't find them? sb: i can't find them. there's only trees. rhys: what do you mean "there's only trees"? sb: it means there's only trees rhys: well then move a couple feet away! sb: alright, you don't have to shout at me! (moves) there's more trees! rhys: what do you mean "there's more trees"?! sb: there's just more trees! rhys: move further! sb: (moves further) there's still trees! rhys: where are you right now?! sb: i'm at trees! rhys: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE "AT TREES"?! sb: I MEAN I'M AT TREES! rhys: WHERE ARE YOU?! sb: I'M AT THE FOREST! rhys: WHY ARE YOU FINDING CLUES AT THE FOREST?? sb: FUCK YOU!!

[h-eadphxnes]

;)

[desperatesavior]

[text] so, i have to [text] i have to ask something i never thought i’d ask

[text] if i was to [text] to plan an attack [text] on the crown monster [text] how many people would help me

[text] i know it’s been kind to some people and [text] i won’t force anyone who doesn’t want to come. [text] but it’s [text] it’s dangerous. i’ve seen what it can do [text] and it needs to be stopped.