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WEEK 10 - E̛X̛E̵C̴̷̀U̴͢T҉IO͜N̶͞

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Oh my god, you assholes. I confessed! For fucks sake! Just--

[ UPSET NOISES??? ]

Yeah, you tried.

[ his distress re: roxy immediately disappears long enough to just. decaptchalogue his sword and slam it through her chest.

considering dave was really fucking concerned that roxy not die, this seems a little unfair, but okay, dude. he doesn't split in two like liz or rhys, because he doesn't really have to yet. he'd been a flicker of movement stabbing roxy, blurring in place standing there with a clean sword and then a bloody one. ]

Nearly had it, but whatever: I've got a few promises to keep, if you don't mind. And I'm a little pissed off, so fuck all y'all, tbh.

[ roxy doesn't have time to really react. surprisingly, she doesn't expect her son to stab her.

but even if she had had time to react, she wouldn't have. not when it's dave. welp. ]

Dave, I'm sor--

[ that's all she manages to say before sliding off the bloody sword onto the floor, light fading from her eyes and a gaping wound in her chest. ]

[okay, well, first of all: the way they stand at trials, adrien is right there to see this happen.

he isn't as fast as dave, and he isn't fast enough to stop him from-- roxy, from roxy, fuck, but he's fast enough to grab his staff and take it out and jump at dave (who is an alien? fuck. fuck) to try to STOP HIM???]

Let Dave go, you parasite! You've already lost--!

[Emily is no superhero. She doesn't have amazing reflexes or daring bravery or whatever that the furries have. But Dave's still her friend and she can't handle seeing him as an alien. She couldn't help him and she voted for his mom and she fucked up and she's tired of fucking up.

But there is hope they can get that alien out of there like with Elizabeth.]

Hey, asshole-!

[It's stupid. She pulls out the flare gun she has had on her ever since the early weeks and shoots it. There's not even much hope of it doing anything but if the heat at least stuns him-]

See, the thing about that is, bro, you told him way too fuckin' much and I got all of it.

[ his tone is almost pleasant and cordial: way different from how liz and rhys were, even though he said he was pissed and he's sworn a bit. there's a lazy sort of confidence that hasn't so much as flickered since he took control, and he doesn't look remotely bothered by adrien's attack. instead, he flickers and appears closer to adrien again and just.

keeps slashing. even if adrien manages to block some of his too-fast attacks, he can't block all of them, and dave smiles pleasantly. it's not going to take him long to break through a barrier from dorian, either. they have a hit limit, and dave's speed is way too fast. ]

I know exactly how to disarm you. [ he saves that until he feels the barrier break, beacuse he knows adrien wears his ring on his right hand, the ring that's magic, because adrien told dave.

davelien promptly slices off half of said arm with said hand. ]

And now - [ but good timing emily maybe you are a superhero? because dave has to swing his sword up when the flare comes in to

cut it in half what the fuck dave why the fuck can you move that fast stop it

and then his attention focuses from you know adrien's imminent death to emily. maybe someone should save adrien, or alternately let dave finish cutting him up later, that would also be chill. ]

Oh, darlin', I don't even need any extra knowledge to know how to deal with you. Bad move.

[ he's still not pulling out anything that isn't dave. it's easy enough to flashstep to emily this time, and casually stab her through the gut. ]

Edited 2016-08-15 02:47 (UTC)

[Butterfly Effect: fire does not affect the aliens.

Emily can barely blink before she's stabbed. There are no words or screams, only a gasp as the force literally knocks the air out of her. When Davalien pulls the sword out she simply crumples forward on the ground clutching at the wound in her stomach.]

[the thing with the miraculous magic is that, outside of this ship, the kids are basically invulnerable. Adrien's fallen off buildings, been thrown around the city, taken so many hits-- but even with Dorian's barrier, forty percent is forty percent, and he's never fought Dave. Dave is faster, and all Adrien's got is a staff.

His eyes go wide in belated realization when Dave-- when that thing possessing Dave-- tells him he knows how to disarm him, but it's too late. His arm goes and with it, his transformation. Plagg flies out of the ring and lands a few feet away with the arm, unmoving, and Adrien doesn't have time to even think about what that means because adrenaline isn't enough for the shock to last him longer than a few seconds before he's screaming, crumpling down and holding onto where his elbow should be.

things that bleed: that. he can't concentrate on anything, doesn't even notice Emily dying in the next few seconds-- his arm, his ring, he can't. think.

so anyway lmao where are the doctors tbh I DON'T HAVE AN APPROPRIATE ICON FOR THIS]

[ he considers emily on the ground. she died so easily, like roxy. they're all so easy because he'd picked better than anyone else. ]

...Nah. I don't think that's quite enough bloodshed. You stole their voices, y'see, so. I'll just have to steal all your lives.

[ that's a pretty calm statement as he twirls the sword in his hand. he still hasn't bothered to shift forms - it's an effort he doesn't feel he has to make because. well. he killed them easy enough without it, didn't he?

besides, he likes using the sword. hard to do it without human hands. ]

I'm pretty fuckin' sure that's an equal trade.

[ ok

so anyway if you want to fight with dave i guess now's your chance since he'll be slicing people up indiscriminately

alternately hide until alice steps in ]

[Well. Okay. He's going to try to save Adrien? This is incredibly reckless and he's doesn't have a warrior to call for help anymore, but.

First things first, he grabs one of the chairs and throws it in Dave's direction. Then, the second it lands, he casts immolate - it appears first as a rune on the ground, a few meters wide, though he has to be measured to avoid hurting Adrien or Emily. It erupts immediately as a large explosion.

The second that's cast, he's dashing for Adrien, though he knows he's fucked if Dave comes after him.]

Someone handle him, please!

[It's maybe not the most dignified request, but. He's also not wearing much in the way of armor.]

ADRIEN!

[That's a scream of horror from one supposed-to-be-unruffled superhero. She'd transformed, and everything had happened so fast, Adrien, and Emily, and---]

[But there's no time to panic! Adrien's being taken care of, hopefully someone's getting Emily, and she springs into action, throwing herself in between Dorian, Adrien, any other civilians, and Dave, as much as possible. Not that it's going to make a difference if Dave makes use of that speed]

[Or... the thing that isn't currently Dave.]

[She slides closer as the explosion starts off, then tosses her yo-yo through it, trying to anticipate how Dave will react to the explosion - trying to hook his ankle if he dodges.]

["... Take care of Dave. That's all I've got. He's all I've got."

Roxy's words echo in her head, and with a thought, the scythe is in her hand. without even thinking harder, the notebook she always carries is hurled at high speed towards the people who aren't fighting - the page that begins her medical notes is marked, and how to deal with amputation is in there. now that Adrien has a fighting chance, it's time to move.]

You want to talk about equal?

[Dave...this isn't Dave. and no one on the ship has seen her move. so she pushes herself to top speed, the scythe roaring to life and slashing out in a wide arc, aiming to injure his arms. if he can drop the sword...]

Stop being a coward! Show yourself!

[the taunt is as much a distraction to keep Marinette and Dorian out of the line of sight as the blow is.]

[ the explosion involves a chair being thrown at him first, so he dodges it without issue. it's hard for marinette to judge where he's going because he's fast - but he's also acrobatic. he can be a dick and parkour around the room in order to dodge her, not even using his top speed.

he doesn't plan to drop his sword, because he just laughs. ]

Why should I have to? Y'all are too weak to beat my host. You think you can beat me? There's a reason people try not to piss me off. Means I actually have to try...

Well, whatever. They're worth it. [ that little smile again and he's. probably going to have to be stopped by alice because he has his time travel usage still and he hasn't dipped into alien-ing. he blocks blows without having to blink. more quietly: ] You're worth it.

[Well, fuck that nonsense. While Dave is monologuing and darting about the room, he'll make his way over to Adrien and try to drag him out of the fray. He's been on enough battlefields to know what must be done, but he's never tended to the wounded without potion assistance before, so Grell's notebook will come in handy. His first action before reaching for it, however, is to take the blade affixed to the end of his staff and tear a long strip of white silk. This was expensive, Adrien, you'd best appreciate it.

And then he's winding it around his arm, and fumbling for the notebook before he actually tries to tie it in place.]

Adrien? [He tries not to speak too loudly, to avoid drawing attention.] I'm no healer so you'd best stay awake.

[there's a bit of a dying animal noise from him as he tries to concentrate on anything at all, pale with wide-eyes and apparently still awake through sheer shock, if nothing else.]

Is-- [he gulps and takes deep breaths, but it's clear he is seconds away from hyperventilating] Plagg's, Plagg's gone? I. I've got to stop Dave but he-- and my arm--

[i mean listen at least he's awake don't ask for coherence]

Plagg is fine. I'm going to tie a bandage now, all right?

[Presumably? He's a spirit, he's fine. The point is, it isn't particularly critical right now. He doesn't demand coherence, just consciousness. He will really be quite upset if they lose three teenagers tonight. Working to keep his voice calm and matter of fact, even though his hands are shaking a little; whether it's from stress or just fatigue from his magic, he can't be sure.

He thumbs through Grell's notebook until he finds the page on tourniquets. Fortunately, he is a quick study, and well versed in anatomy, being a specialist in death in his own way. It isn't difficult to grasp what he needs to do. He ties it tightly around the arm above the wound, using his staff to pull it tightly enough.]

[UGH, FINE, I GUESS HE WON'T SLOWLY BLEED OUT. though you'd think he'd be in shock enough to not wince and try to pull his arm-- what's left of it-- away when the tourniquet is being put in place, but apparently he has nerves that haven't been cut off left]

Ow, that's-- [not a bandage, but like he's Aware enough to recognize a tourniquet at this moment. and thats probably around when they got Frozen tbh but LUCKILY he had a TOURNIQUET ON thanks for saving his life dorian

ugh.]

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