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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

[devildom-diva.livejournal.com]

She's in mind-skip when she hears the word "cookies." Cue Linda skidding to an abrupt halt, spinning, and grinning.

"Ohmigosh, cookies?! Okay, so, like, this Jabberloser can totally wait. I'm game for sweets!" She'll promptly (read: forcibly) link arms with Masky.

"So, like, where are they? Huh? Huh?" Obviously, there are more important things than saving the Mansion.

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.

I will send you a liiiiist~

[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

She isn't sure just how good the quality of Wonderland surveillance equipment really is, but she puts down the rifle and turns her communicator towards the forest, switching the device to video and activating what she hopes is a sort of zoom feature.

"You see it?"

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

it's a good list!

[carbon-knight.livejournal.com]

A long, static-filled pause before he gets back to her, then a low whistle.

"Yes, I see it. I'm coming up."

It won't be a very long wait--the plasmids are an adjustment, especially the one affecting his speed and reflexes, but M!Mark is a fast learner.

[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

"Got it."

There's a surprise. She didn't peg him as the type to get involved, though maybe he just figures the roof will be a better place to gawk.

Not that she really cares, either way.

She switches the communicator back to audio and pockets it, taking up the rifle again in order to assess the distance.

[carbon-knight.livejournal.com]

"It certainly got bigger."

M!Mark's looking disheveled, with a somewhat dated RPG slung over one shoulder--his idea of weaponry naturally dates back to the 1960's. Approaching, he sets it down beside Elle. He doesn't have the expertise to fire it, but he assumes that she does.

"Were you planning to make a stand here?"

[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

She eyes the launcher. It's not an item she uses frequently, so her expertise is limited. She can tell it's an older model, older than the ones she brought with her.

"Guess I'll have to. It's within range; no point getting closer and I won't risk-- You okay?"

The concern is sincere; concern for somebody being out of shape and/or distracted and fucking up the task as a consequence is always sincere.

[kindly-done.livejournal.com]

"Not unless you've got something a lot bigger to kill that thing with."

[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.

[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.

[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.

[leadmetotheark.livejournal.com]

The mansion is all but forgotten right now.

"They're in the kitchen. I baked a ton. I was gonna bake more but then there was a big dragon thing....

We should go eat them before someone else does! The jabberwocky can't have any."

hmmm. His vivid hand gestures are now mildly limited by the death grip on his arm. Will they be skipping next?

[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.

The 'M' stands for Mule~

[hi-blog.livejournal.com]

Hibari looks over at Hubb.

"They found him first."

He is not pleased ~_~

Re: The 'M' stands for Mule~

[2ndhandlion.livejournal.com]

"He's hard to miss at that size."

[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!"

[snickeringsnack.livejournal.com]

A tree goes flying, completely uprooted and thrown through the air. Are you ready? It's coming.

[snickeringsnack.livejournal.com]

Roar, roar, roar. Insert rampage here.

[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.

[devildom-diva.livejournal.com]

Yes, they will be. Skipping furiously. Because, as we all know, skipping is faster than walking, and running just makes people sweat and stuff, which is totally gross.

"Let's go!"

There is a beautiful cookie adventure that then takes place. Somewhere, somehow, the Queen shakes her head in disgust.