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npc: the jabberwock

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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.

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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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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."

...HE DOES REMEMBER SILVERWARE. Mostly because it was embedded in everything.

"Did you--"

Actually, on second thought, no. No: he woke up having agreed to a sparklefro and built a fort out of books, and is therefore just not going to question anybody's activities during that stupid, stupid event.

"Never mind. Do you..." Yeah, she kinda looks like she needs extra pairs of hands here. "...want help with it?"

It was at about that time when Sirius came barreling down the stairs with his wand in hand.

WELL. THAT JUST GOES TO SHOW HOW EFFECTIVE THE TREBUCHET IS, DOESN'T IT? You clearly want to be Team Yukino right now.

She looks from him to the trebuchet, thinking. Yeah, this probably would be easier with another person, wouldn't it?

"Sure! I could use an extra pair of hands. I really appreciate it. Here, take this-"

She picks up one of the duffle bags and gently tosses it in his general direction. Unfortunately, it is heavy and full of knives. You might want to be careful there.

"I'm Yukino Miyazawa, by the way. It's nice to meet you."

It's almost polite enough to make one forget that she just threw a bag of knifes at him.

M!Kurt grins right back. This is the manliest conversation he could possibly be having, and he is very, very excited to be having it.

"Damn right it will. It'll be pretty awesome hangin' up there all slayed an' stuff."

He's picturing it right now, and it is pretty awesome. And there's a sign under it that explains exactly how heroic he was when he killed it and how everyone loved him for it. There's a whole paragraph about how proud his dad was.

"Maybe we'll even have a feast or somethin'," he adds. "Y'know. If y'can eat Jabberwocky."

...Wait, what the hell? Did a guy just run by waving around a stick? M!Kurt just...stares.

"We'll soon find that out."

Okay, there's... only so much preparation you can really do with a single shot rifle. Daniel shoulders it, puts his other hand on the hilt of his small sword just to make sure it's still there, and nods to M!Kurt.

"Do you have a plan of..."

...What is that man doing waving his length of wood around?

"...auh, of attack?"

Because if not, then you can totally join him in sniping at the big bastard.

"Uh." You know, that's a really good question. There should probably be a step in between kicking down the front doors and the end result of glory, huh?

"I was mostly just gonna shoot at it 'til it fell down." ...But that sounds just a little stupid, so he shrugs it off. "Hadn't thought of much else yet, really."

That's probably a problem, but he doesn't look too worried. He was totally planning on thinking of something. Really. ...But, just in case-

"How 'bout you? Did y'have somethin' in mind?"

Sirius paused before turning to look at the other two men. "Who are you?" He scratched at the back of his neck with the tip of his wand.

If being on Team Yukino means being behind the trebuchet, then yes. :|

Alex steps forward to catch the bag, reaches out to catch the bag, circles his fingers around its strap to catch the bag, and - drops it. WHAT. IT'S HEAVY. He's not a twiggy weakling AT ALL WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING.

He does have the sense (or at least the reactions) to dodge out of the way as the bag escapes his fingers and falls to the floor with a noise remarkably similar to that which a bag full of knives might make. He's already on edge (...so what's new), and the loud metallic clash makes him jump a little higher than he'll readily admit to.

"The hell was--"

...You can practically see him forcing himself not to snap at her, trying not to be the one to instigate a fight.

Fffffff.

Okay, he's cool.

"I'm Alex."

Mostly cool.

"Kralie."

He reaches stiffly down towards the bag, to pick it up and check just what the heck is inside.

Ahaha yeah no, M!Kurt, that wouldn't work so well. "The wardrobes won't grant me trained animals," he admits. "But I have a rudimentary--"

No wait they're being spoken to. He looks at the gentleman in question in mild surprise, and removes his hat, since they're doing introductions. "Ah, my name is Daniel. Only Daniel, I'm afraid." He glances sideways at M!Kurt, as it occurs to him that he hasn't asked the guy's name yet. Well, Jabberwocky hunt-planning is kind of more urgent than that.

Take a guess what's inside that bag. Go ahead. Guess.

If your answer wasn't large, sharp knives, you should be ashamed of yourself. You have just lost everything ever and you go home without even so much as a consolation prize.

"Spoons and forks aren't going to do much against it, so I picked up something that might do a little more damage," she explains. "Sorry it's kind of heavy. ."

She doesn't dwell on it too long though (frankly because she's not actually very sorry at all).

"Ready to go, Alex?" she asks, picking up the other duffle bag and taking one side of the trebuchet to push.

Of course. Jabberwocky-hunting is more important than anything right now. This is why he gives a mildly annoyed look from M!Daniel to the newcomer, wondering why they're stopping for pleasantries at all.

"Kurt. Kurt Hummel." He pauses. "...The Mirror one, I guess." If you have to put it like that.

He turns his attention back to M!Daniel with a nod, because he has been left in suspense! A rudimentary WHAT?

"What were y'gonna say there?"

When Kurt mentions that he's the mirror Sirius' wand is aimed at him. "If your reason to be here isn't to help kill that bloody thing outside then get back where you came from." The grey eyes are narrowed with suspicion. He doesn't trust those from the other side, but he's sure as hell going to need help taking that thing down.

Daniel still had wocky thoughts on his mind and completely forgot to specify that he's a mirror too. Which apparently was a lucky thing. He doesn't realise that the wand can be used as a weapon, but he does pick up on the massively obvious 'grrr mirrors are bastards' vibes that Sirius is giving out.

He straightens up, turning to face Sirius properly, and carefully hangs his rifle across his back. Partly in a gesture of peace, but mostly so that his hands are free if this guy starts anything. You might notice that the way he's standing puts him and M!Kurt very clearly on one team, and Sirius very clearly opposite them.

"That is our purpose, and I'll thank you not to interrupt it."

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 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.

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.

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."

Edited 2010-10-24 23:30 (UTC)

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.

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

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