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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

[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

"What?"

Mark will have to repeat that question, because Elle went out of conversation mode the moment a fucking flaming tree came flying towards them.

Her immediate run for cover prevented her from seeing the tree freeze, but Mark's hand in the corner of her eye and the pieces of ice and wood that come crashing and shattering down onto the roof give her enough of a clue as to what happened.

When the attack is over she stands up, staring at Mark, then at the Jabberwock, then once more at the frozen tree pieces for good measure.

Then she hurries to reload her launcher.

their backup is the same person oh well.

[carbon-knight.livejournal.com]

"Backup."

Then, into the device, "Detective. I need you on the roof. Now."

[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

"Right."

Not having understood his first question at all she simply assumes it was him calling for backup rather than asking her if she had any.

Which she doesn't.

Although detective reminds her that she originally meant to ask Benny to tag along. Somehow she didn't get around to it.

This launcher is taking forever to reload and she shoots the one Mark brought a glance, wondering if he intends to use it at all or if he just brought it up here for decoration.

[carbon-knight.livejournal.com]

Making the correct assumption that Elle hadn't found anyone, he sighs and takes up a position near Elle, covering her while she reloads.

The dated rocket launcher will remain conspicuously unmanned, for the moment. Mark has learned his lesson about dual wielding.

[snickeringsnack.livejournal.com]

When I was in Fourth Grade, my class performed a musical. It was about the founding of America and how completely badass all the Founding Fathers were. Each student represented a colony-- I was Virginia. I had a sign and everything.

At one point, we sang a song titled "If at First You Don't Succeed!" Which went something along the lines of:

"If at first you don't succeed,
Try and try again.
If at first you don't succeed,
Try and try again."

In this song, I had a solo. My very first moment to reveal my glorious musical talent to the whole wide world. It went as such:

"And you will find,
If you've got the mind,
To do it,
Go through it,
You will!"

I have no fucking clue what that means, even today. Nor does the Jabberwocky. Instead, it'll stick to the chorus, picking another tree and throwing that motherfucker like a quarterback.

[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

When I was in Fourth Grade, my class performed a musical for Christmas. It was about Santa Claus and his trusty reindeer. I played Santa Claus.

Part of the song we sang, the ever-popular "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer", went a little like this:

"All of the other reindeer
used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Rudolph
join in any reindeer games."

It was then that I learned that
a.) reindeer are prejudiced and malicious bastards and
b.) I look damn good in a fluffy beard

None of that even remotely applies to my or Elle's current situation, but do you have any idea how hard it is to find an inspirational song about repeatedly dodging burning trees?

[carbon-knight.livejournal.com]

On the subject of grade school musical numbers, I was excellent at hiding at the back of the choir to avoid being seen.

This is not the case with Mark, who cuts a rather conspicuous figure on the rooftop, where he will keep freezing tree-missiles, regardless of the small wounds he receives from flying shrapnel, until the plasmid stops working.
Unfortunately, beyond a vague sense that the power is limited, he has no idea when that might be.

He's got another plan, but it depends entirely on the strength of his pitching arm.

"Come closer," he pants, "just a little closer."

[playingbadcop.livejournal.com]

I'm not even sure what kind of cracked-out conversation this narration is having, so screw all y'all, here comes Benny, puffing slightly, from the stairs. He's just in time to get narrowly missed by a frozen branch, and in order to express his feelings about both this and the giant dragon-thing headed their way, he goes through nearly his entire catalogue of swearing.

"Yo, Meltzer-number-two, I hope to god you gotta plan. Oh, hey, Christine."

He has his gun drawn already, naturally.

[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

A string of curses? Elle's thoughts exactly.

She could probably handle flying fire trees, at least if they were thrown by something more sensible than a dragon, like a catapult or a martial arts master on steroids.

But the icy hands and whatever that personality flip guy is plannig now? Creepy. Did we mention that? Creepy.

She's found a nice cover on the roof and is waiting out the last tree assault before rushing back into position. She was just about to take aim when Benny enters the scene.

"Small world."

Literally, actually.

She gives him a nod and turn back to the task at hand, this time aiming higher, hoping to hit the creature's head. Annnnd fire!

[carbon-knight.livejournal.com]

"We need to draw it closer, make it angry--angrier," he corrects himself, and nods at the Cold War era rocket launcher.

"Can you fire one of those?"

See? He TOTALLY planned that shit. Totally.