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[snickeringsnack.livejournal.com]

Who: the Jabberwocky and YOU
Where: Outside the Mansion
When: Friday night to Sunday
Rating: :(
Summary: You’ve heard the Queen’s orders. Now it’s time to follow through.
the Story:

All while the Mansion was teeming with activity, it’s been hiding. Animalistic in its thoughts, survival instinct kicking in. With a corporeal body comes corporeal pains—things it hadn’t counted on. But in the end, hunger (yet again) prevails, and it must make its move now.

As a beast of thought, it evolves at a rapid pace—as most of you have seen. From a creature of shadow, existing in the realm of dreams, to wisps of existence and parroted words, to a beast in a constant state of hunger—it’s adapted, changed itself and its very substance in order to become the ultimate being.

Beware the Jabberwock, my friends! With jaws that bite, and claws that catch. Eyes aflame, whiffling through Wonderland’s woods—burbling as it came. The world shakes; the beast has grown exponentially, towering over the trees of the forest. A manxome foe by all definitions, with the words “dragon” and “dangerous” bubbling to the surface of one’s mind. After the fights in the Mirrorworld, it’s become prepared. Protective scales coating the entirety of its body defend both magic and the majority of melee weapons, while sharp, metal teeth and claws have the ability to rip all substances apart.

It’s the final battle— come together, and come prepared.

Comments

[goshpicklewalls.livejournal.com]

Mirror Daniel is in the entrance hall, checking his weapons. He's done surveillance - by which the narration means he's peeked out through a window - and, uh, holy shit. The size of the lumbering Jabberwock made his rifle seem very small indeed.

So he's traded up. He's from slightly too early a decade to upgrade to an elephant gun, but he's busily loading the next best thing: a large and sturdy muzzle-loading rifle that fires large lead balls at an appreciably violent speed.

He blows a little loose gunpowder off the muzzle, and debates the wisdom of moving to an upstairs room to shoot through the window.

[sonhewanted.livejournal.com]

Mirror Kurt had been storming down the corridors, ready to kick down the front doors and put a bullet right between the the Jabberwocky's eyes in one swift, fluid motion. He would have the most epic revenge on the beast that tore him to pieces. Best of all, he would be declared a hero, and his father would love him forever, and no one would blame him for having tried to set up bear traps to catch it before.

Sure. he'd gotten a little distracted along the way. That's what happens when other versions of your girlfriend show up for you to make out with, and when your not!dad tries to talk sense at you or whatever. But this time, for sure, he's going to go kill the Jabberwocky and get all of the glory ev-

...Ooo. That was a nice gun that guy had there. Maybe just one more distraction.

"Hey there," he drawls out in his most manly of voices. "Goin' after the Jabberwock?"

Stupid question, yes. But a basic enough greeting.

[goshpicklewalls.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, M!Kurt. M!Daniel is far too busy being a badass FPS action hero to judge you for your very stupid question.

"As best I can." He's all sad that the closets won't give him trained dogs and horses so that he can make this a proper hunt, but he doesn't sound despairing; just determined. It's just a gargantuous monster, nothing a gentleman of the finest empire in the world can't handle if he keeps a stiff upper lip, eh wot wot?

A flash of a smile, in anticipation of the upcoming battle.

"Its head'll make fine decoration for the dining room wall."

[cockofthewok.livejournal.com]

Sirius looked out the window of the attic, watching the creature galumphing toward the mansion. His wand was clenched tightly in his hand and his jaw was set tight.

After a few moments he pushed the window open and cast an expulsion spell toward the beast. Not staying long enough to see if the spell hit it's mark. He'd have to keep casting and moving if he expected to survive.

[rebelroses.livejournal.com]

And... thank god she had pretty decent reflexes. She was able to dodge them in time. What was she doing, she was looking for the Jabberwock. Found it. She turned when she had the chance. "Hey! Careful!" she yelled up to him. She dodge an attack, focusing again.

[tobethebest.livejournal.com]

Yukino still isn't sure what the best way to defeat a Jabberwocky is. She's not exactly well-versed in monsters, and her fighting expertise currently only consists of flinging silverware at zombies and watching them scream in terror and explode into nothing. As cool as that was, spoons and forks probably won't do much to a dragon.

So, I hope none of you really wanted to carve a turkey or anything during this fight, because Yukino is now in possession of all the knifes from the kitchen. She grabbed every one she could find, from steak knives to 12-inch butcher knives to carving knives with funny jagged edges, and she shoved them in a couple of duffle bags.

Of course, trebuchets are a lot more feasible as weapons if there's more than one person involved. Yukino is quickly finding this out, as pushing the trebuchet along while carrying all of her ammunition is proving to be really tiresome. But at least she's finding plenty of pointy-looking debris along her way to the front doors! More ammo is always good when you have a limited supply!

This would be a good time for a gentleman to find her and help her out a little. Like Alex, for example. Hi Alex.

[40410.livejournal.com]

My goodness, you might almost suspect that this meeting was planned or something.

Alex's plans for this whole fiasco included (a) not having anything collapse on him and (b) avoiding the company of Mirror Lamb; his success on both counts has been absolutely minimal. He was tempted to add (c) stay away from the Jabberwock to his to-do list, and hope that that might be more successful - but the battle's going on, and it seems to be quite an important one despite his deep-seated urge to do the opposite of whatever the Queen wants, and it'd be ultimately douchey of him to just hide in a hole and not even try to play a part.

He gets a handgun out of the closet of the first-floor room he's in - it's the only kind of gun he actually has any experience with whatsoever - and opens the door a little, glancing out.

But wait! What's that rattling, rumbling sound coming down the corridor?!

Oh, it's just a trebuchet.

Wait, a trebuchet?

He nearly just goes back into the room and lets it pass, but once again stalls himself and reminds himself of the importance of actual human interaction (and also allies with big weapons).

"...Did you get that thing out of the closets?"

If only he could remember being shot at by it while drunk!

[tobethebest.livejournal.com]

I can't imagine where you would get that idea!

"Hm?"

Yukino peeks out from around it, since she has the unfortunate disadvantage of being much smaller than the trebuchet. Good for firing it, bad for having conversations around it in a hallway. She moves so she can actually see who she's talking to. Imagine the embarrassment if she could remember drunkenly flinging silverware at him!

"No, not exactly," she says. "Naoto and I built it! We used it to fling silverware at zombies a few events ago. I thought it might come in handy again against the Jabberwocky."

She sets down her duffle bags and pats the trebuchet. She is so proud of her baby.

[gambling that someone's gonna come help the poor fucker out!]

[kindly-done.livejournal.com]

Jack has been spending his time in a tent in the woods.

Alone.

Not good.

He is quite naturally awakened by the horrific roaring and crashing of the Jabberwock as it smashes its way through the trees and tumbles out of the tent's flap, grabbing his revolver and his shotgun as he goes.

He stands for a moment in awe, staring up at the dragon-beast, mind completely blank with shock.

Then terror comes. He gets the sense that his puny little firearms aren't going to do him any good, and his plasmids won't be much better. Not against something that size.

He gathers himself and bolts like a rabbit back toward the mansion.

[Stellar to the rescue! :D ...Oh wait. ..that doesn't help.]

[in-ocean-depths.livejournal.com]

Stellar looks a bit curiously out a window at the person fleeing from the woods; they look vaguely familiar. Maybe they found the scary thing? Or something else. Either way, Stellar makes her way to the door leading to outside to see what was going on. Days of searching proved fruitless and for a moment Stellar thought it was a false alarm.

[rebelroses.livejournal.com]

Rose, who had been looking for the Jabberwock, noticed Jack running. And then... the Jabberwock came. She dashed to him, ready to fight. "Hey, be a man" she said, ready for a fight.

[hastobescience.livejournal.com]

Mirror!Bhamba's hands are without weapons, his clothes shaped oddly as if he was wearing a second set underneath.

He blanks out the Jabberwock's noise. He blanks out all the people on the way.

He doesn't notice, doesn't want to notice, as he makes his way into the forest, towards the location of the monster.

[devildom-diva.livejournal.com]

Oh, and there was a massive beast. The size of three Bad Poetry Golems stacked on top of each other—The World Library was the biggest place she had ever seen (and been lost in), and this thing could probably eat the place. She briefly wondered if that thing liked to read. Maybe she could bring it a few books? A picture book or two, since reading too many words was hard. Maybe one about something cute—like bunnies battling other bunnies to the death or something. With explosions. Because, as we all learned from M!Kurt’s death, cool guys don’t look at explosions.

But, this being Linda, means that thoughts don’t stay in her head long enough for her to follow through. Instead, she takes off towards the Mansion entrance, wanting a better look at the thing. She’ll be dragging along anyone she meets in the process—this means you, M!Masky. COME ADVENTURE WITH ME. IT IS YOUR QUEST.

[leadmetotheark.livejournal.com]

We shall share the loot and the xp. And lucky for you Masky took levels in pack mule and has all the gear. Plus some super nutritious traveling food should they need to quest for days on end. And he's happy to have a friend!!

"Didja see it? Did you? Did you!! That's the thing that tried to eat me. We should see if we can get closer. Without getting eaten....

Oh oh!! I have cookies. Do you like cookies? I have sugar cookies and gingerbread. And I'm Masky!"

And have a great big giant Masky grin. He loves people.

[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

Elle has positioned herself on the roof to wait for directions or devise a plan how to lure the Jabberwock up her. This position would give her room to maneuver freely or retreat downstairs into the narrow hallways of the tenth floor, depending on what was needed.

Or so she thought.

"Hey, Mark."

She holds the communicator pressed against her ear while looking through the scope of her sniper rifle.

"Remember how you said that thing was too big to maneuver in the hallways?"

Not that she really needs the scope to get the picture.

"Now, I'm standing on the roof, looking at the forest, and I can't help but think you were understating things just a little bit."

there'd be more but IDK what he's spliced with yet. XD

[carbon-knight.livejournal.com]

"Can you get me a visual?"

He sounds distracted, his calm assurance shaken.

[born-from-mist.livejournal.com]

The little mage has fought many a monsters back home on Gaia so why should Wonderland by any different? He didn't have much information on them before and he usually found out early on if his magic was ineffective but... he usually had his friends back him up and cover him if it was.

...Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea. Vivi pauses in a first floor hallway to think before he hears something lumbering outside. He looks for a window to peek out of and wishes he didn't.

[ascertaining.livejournal.com]

Oh, why hello there, Vivi. Look who's come to join you?

"Hi!" It's a cheerful greeting from directly behind the black mage-- despite the robotic undertone. M!Naoto's completely abandoned the Naoto-esque, human appearance in order to be a GODDAMN ROBOT (http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg259/Nonproliferation/Untitled-21.png) (also known as one of the most annoying bossfights ever).

It waves one of the guns in greeting, since the whole smiling thing is out of the question.

"Let's go kill it!"

[poem-in-despair.livejournal.com]

This was a bad idea. A very bad, stupid idea. With nerves of molten steel, Crona nervously makes their way across a hall on the second floor while having no idea where this Jabberwocky could hide. Hell, neither Crona or Ragnarok know what the damned thing looks like yet the latter is hellbent on finding it before anyone else. That demand is fairly short-lived when they both hear rumbling from outside and Crona immediately crouches down and covers their head.

"I don't know how to deal with this!"

"Get up and let's go fight it! Stop being a damned wimp, you idiot!"

[rebelroses.livejournal.com]

Rose was walking around, acting as survaliance. Of course, she would fight when they found the Jabberwock, but right now, she was searching. She had her stake ready, not that it would be much help with the Jabberwock. So, as part of trying to get ready, she's also practiced with a sword, having a little more coverage. She'd only used a sword once before and that was when she was after Mason was stupid, came back, and got himself killed. A very dark part of her life at the time. Still, she had to have something. As talented as she was, odds were, a mere stake wouldn't cut it.

[hi-blog.livejournal.com]

Hibari was not amused by how many people where in the vicinity of the Jaberwock. That was his prey. Still, from a distance he could do some damage. He took the his rocket launcher from his pack-mule Mirror!Seimei and handed off his assorted other weaponry to be kept on hand. The fuchsia pain in his ass was at least good enough to stand in for a second pair of hands and a spare back for the strapping to of extra ammunition.

Hibari found a place to sit and take aim with his large weapon, wanting to take out as few bystanders as possible. He would wait for Hubb for a little while at least--but should something open up, he was more than willing to fire off on his own.

At least the herbivores on the battle ground would make for good diversions.

[2ndhandlion.livejournal.com]

Hey, here comes up with a machine gun loaded with armor peircing bullets. Yeah, he's ready to go. Here, hold these Mr.Mule.

[hastobescience.livejournal.com]

How long he sat in "his" room is anyone's guess. Glancing at the broken mirror ever so often he wondered and wondered and wished he could turn back. Surely his Other had more of a chance... his inventions had more of a chance, but if the pumpkin failed him, how could he possibly expect toothpaste, battle mold or anything else to make a difference?

If the regular Bhamba were to fight at all.

No, this was his duty and as a proud employee of the Queen he would see it through, no matter what it took.

And so it was that Bhamba marched towards the forest, unarmed, yet looking oddly... baggy.

You see, undearneath his clothes, there's an endless story, there's the man I chose, there's my territory; and all the things I deserve, for being such a good g-- no. No, wait. Let me rephrase that.

You see, underneath his clothes *takes a deep breath* are a bunch of poisonous plants. Nightshade, hemlock, you name it.

He can't fight, he knows that. He will get eaten. He knows that too and so...

And so he intends to be the worst meal imaginable.

[snickeringsnack.livejournal.com]

It's a noble effort-- some might call it brilliant. Simple, self-sacrificing. A thread of musical interlude somewhere in between.

And, quite so, one part of the plan works. Mirror!Bhambarama is the worst meal imaginable. However, much like a frat boy at my university on a Saturday night, the Jabberwocky promptly pukes out the bitter/sweet mixture. Despite the dramatic name of poisons, like Atropa belladonna, the Jabberwocky lives on.

[89thunbirthday.livejournal.com]

M!Alice? had promised the Queen to get rid of the Jabberwocky. That was why he had crossed over, even if he disliked it. When he caught sight of the Jabberwocky (it was kinda hard not to) outside, Alice? got his gun ready. He had plenty of bullets, and there was a backup gun just in case.

However, he didn't go outside like most were. Instead he stayed inside, and went to a window where he could see the beast the best.

M!Alice? knew he wasn't a close combat person, so he chose to stay at a distance where he could aim and fire without having to worry too much about being flung off or something like that.