onlythingtofear: (☣ the mask)
⊥ʜᴇ ᔕᴄᴀʀᴇᴄʀᴏᴡ (ǝuɐɹɔ uɐɥʇɐuoɾ) ([personal profile] onlythingtofear) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2013-06-01 04:02 pm

Hush, little baby, don't say a word...

Who: Anyone!
Where: Anywhere inside, and outside, the mansion.
When: 1st - 3rd
Rating: Likely some disturbing imagery, at the very least.
Summary: Little fear gas dispensers have been left around Wonderland, by a particular scientist. Treat this as a mingle-party-gathering post. Even if you don't want your character to be gassed, you can come help someone who is. Or be attacked by them for your trouble. Heheheh.
The Story:

Overnight, on the grounds and inside the mansion, toys appear.

Small, innocuous, sweet things. Teddy bears. Ragdolls. Stuffed animals. All of them appear hand-sewn, and all of them are very appealing. That's the whole point of them, after all. Nestled into their neck, or their chest, under and amidst the stuffing, are small devices with a aerosol-delivered payload. Just the slightest amount of pressure will release a small dosage of Scarecrow's very best fear toxin. A new, lighter kind. He wants to know how long it will last, and how effective the housing is for grabbing potential victims.

Wonderland is, unfortunately, the perfect testing ground.

He waits just out of sight of them, placing them when most people are asleep, lurking in the darkest corners of the mansion with a small clipboard to take notes on. What do people from different worlds fear? He's keen to find out, in addition to everything else. He places them in front of doors, in chairs, on tables. Anywhere they'll look potentially out of place and worth investigating.

Everyone here is so good at investigating.

He's counting on you all to help him.

[ooc: I'll tag in for anyone who would like to run into Scarecrow. He's being a good boy and is keeping a distance from his prey, unless you want to come across him. (Said encounter could be lethal. For either!) Otherwise, tag in with what your character is seeing, etc, and where they are, and whether your post is reactionary or open for people to tag! Have fun! Tag around! Have feels! Be terrified! MUWAHAHAHA!

Also, you by no means need to keep things to this post, of course. Feel free to post network entries of fear gas results, or other logs! Have a ball.]
eatsyourscience: (if I do nothing I can't fail)

[personal profile] eatsyourscience 2013-06-06 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Ishtar's spell doesn't seem to have gotten rid of whatever's affecting Kid, but at least he's calmed. Souji crouches down near him.

"It's okay." He keeps his voice soft, but firm, hoping he can anchor Kid somehow.
no_eels: (♚ hiccup - protecting)

[personal profile] no_eels 2013-06-07 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
The Nightfury rumbles softly, nodding, giving him a short nuzzle as the Viking leans back into him. He's glad that the Kid is no longer convinced he's some horrible monster to run away from, or whatever the problem had been. Maybe Madness is temporary.
oversight: (Default)

[personal profile] oversight 2013-06-07 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
You know, Crane, he kind of did think that, yeah. Except, not quite in the way the good doctor is thinking. In retrospect, he may have been better served as the Batman in this situation, but that hand's been dealt already and he has to make due with the circumstances.

"Know it," he spits back. "This ends here." And that is fully Blake's intention, as he springs forward, an arm up to fend off just in case he can't knock Scarecrow's feet out from under him. Gotta watch those needles, though — gotta really take care.
builditstrong: (the beginning)

[personal profile] builditstrong 2013-06-07 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
His breathing levels out as Zia's song wraps around him. Slowly he starts to relax against the wall. He closes his eyes. He can still smell the bog, hear the hum of insects and the clamor of the dead, but he's calmer now. Maybe if he just goes to sleep...
builditstrong: (the truth)

[personal profile] builditstrong 2013-06-07 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry 'bout that, lizard fella." He pats the dragon's nose again, wearily. "Wasn' in my righ' mind."

No, he wasn't in his right mind...but why? He'd been so certain that he was trapped in the bog again. He'd rather not think about any of it ever again, but he does have to wonder just what the hell happened.

Later, when he's a bit more on solid ground, he'll ask around. For now he just wants to sit near a dragon and not think about anything at all.
watchthedetective: (detectiving)

[personal profile] watchthedetective 2013-06-08 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
She nods, considers for a moment whether this next thing is really a good idea, and then picks up that bear. "Is this familiar at all? You mentioned something soft when you were reaching for a book, and I saw this on the shelf."
eatsyourscience: (or am I a butterfly dreaming I'm a man?)

[personal profile] eatsyourscience 2013-06-08 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Souji crouches near Kid for awhile, hoping he does just fall asleep. Maybe when he wakes up, whatever's wrong will have passed. After some time of Kid remaining laregely motionless, Souji casts another healing spell and leaves him be.
doctorweevil: (concentrating)

[personal profile] doctorweevil 2013-06-08 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Owen gives the stuffed toy a confused frown, shaking his head. "Haven't seen it before, but I reckon it could be what I felt." The bear is small enough to be unobtrusive if tucked away in a shadowy corner, and the thought makes his skin crawl a little. Is someone dosing them with hallucinogens?
watchthedetective: (wtf even)

[personal profile] watchthedetective 2013-06-08 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Joan's own thoughts are on similar lines, and she doesn't like the idea much better. On the other hand, she's been handling the thing and nothing has happened to her, so if there had been anything in the bear, it had obviously been used up on... "What's your name, by the way? You seem to be doing better now."
Edited 2013-06-08 05:29 (UTC)
swooshycape: (it is a chaos)

[personal profile] swooshycape 2013-06-09 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Dr. Crane is hardly the only one experimenting this weekend. But while he spreads fear and breaks the control of others, Vincent's experiments are all about controlling himself. And despite the previous evening spent in the tender care of a different doctor, Vincent is out and about, testing his transformations. Hitherto he has played it safe, only shifting into one of the monsters that are more a part of himself than anything else. But Chaos... Chaos has always been the hardest to control, the one that requires the most willpower and concentration - and also the one with the greatest power and capacity for destruction. And so Vincent has shied away from experimenting in that regard until now.

And now, as Zack attacks phantoms across the lawn, Chaos swoops through the air, stretching his wings and enjoying the freedom of the skies. There truly is something relaxing and freeing in flight, and it's almost enough to distract from the underlying urge to destroy. However, sadly such innocent flight is not to last, for Zack's shouting catches Chaos' attention, and in circling closer, Chaos hovers dangerously close.

It is unsurprising that Zack mistakes Chaos for perhaps another piece of Jenova, but surprising or not, this doesn't stop Chaos from snarling in rage and Vincent's control from slipping as Zack scorches one of Chaos' wings with a ball of flames.
colorofthesky: (Don't get in my way.)

[personal profile] colorofthesky 2013-06-09 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
It's a monster he sees, but not as it truly is.

He's been hearing echoes of Jenova's voice every way he turns, and no matter how many times he sets fire to moving shadows, he can't seem to shake it. Thus, when he finally looks up and see Chaos, all he can see is a winged Calamity from the Sky.

Casting a quick Firaga, he brings his sword to bear, releasing a powerful shockwave into the air.

"Fight me, damn you!"

He's not going to tolerate anymore games.
doctorweevil: (ugh)

[personal profile] doctorweevil 2013-06-09 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Owen." His voice is still a little shaky. "Owen Harper." He runs a hand over his forehead and through his hair, trying to regain his composure. "If it's not some sort of neurotoxin, it's probably magic." He grimaces at the mention of magic, still a little unwilling to accept that it's even a possibility. For someone who's spent the last few years saving the Earth from aliens, he's awfully skeptical sometimes.
swooshycape: (raaaaaawr!)

[personal profile] swooshycape 2013-06-09 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Chaos has no problem doding this second Firaga, diving low and twisting to avoid the blasts, but he doesn't expect the shockwave and takes that full in the face. It sends him tumbling, and he crashes, rolling on the grass before scrambling up. He sends a blast of energy at Zack before launching himself after, claws extended and ready to slash across the SOLDIER's face. So much for staying in control...
colorofthesky: (Combat ready.)

[personal profile] colorofthesky 2013-06-09 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Zack dodges and rolls to his feet, countering the claws with his blade...except they're not claws, not to him. They're tendrils of silver, reaching for his flesh, compelling him to obey.

He snarls. "You won't...take...me!"

Shoving back violently, he rushes at Chaos with his blade and moves to strike multiple times.

Octaslash.
swooshycape: (raaaaaawr!)

[personal profile] swooshycape 2013-06-09 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Chaos takes the hits - or most of them, anyway - but he hardly seems phased, shaking off the hits only to leap into the air again. From that vantage, he once again rains blasts of energy down on Zack - blasts that look somewhat like flaming skulls, if one took the time to study them.
colorofthesky: (I'll make it to the top.)

[personal profile] colorofthesky 2013-06-09 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Zack curses under his breath, casting Wall just barely in the nick of time. He tries to dodge, but he can't avoid them all.

Hammered into the ground by fiery rounds, he gives a sharp grunt of pain. He's practically catching fire, the effect thankfully diminished by the quick spell. Groaning, he pushes himself up, using the Buster Sword as a crutch. A little ice magic, and he brushes the flames away, singed and aching. He's determined, though, as he raises his blade once again.

"Come on...Calamity."

Take your best shot.
oversight: (Default)

[personal profile] oversight 2013-06-09 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
As those syringes slip past what little defenses Blake had bothered with, the former cop tried to remind himself that at least some of this was part of his plan. One way or another, he needed to get a sample of the toxin, and with the event going on, the urge to test himself to the limits was nipping at the back of his mind.

Blake ground out a groan through his teeth and reached his hand for Crane's wrist, ripping it away from his body in an attempt to take something less than an overdose in this situation. In the same motion, he tried to bring his fist down to connect with Scarecrow, but found the instantaneous effects of the fear toxin throwing off his... well, everything.

Suddenly gripped by the effects, John's world burst into a fine powder. The furniture, the carpet, the wallpaper — everything exploded out in dark, acrid dust. And when it settled he could see the mansion, built from the materials of his childhood home.

The figure formerly below him was gone, turned to dust with everything else. He was alone in that hallway for the moment, breaths coming in short gasps. He closed his eyes to ward off the effects, some semblance of his slowly thinning logic convincing him he was hallucinating, but the visions were mind-deep and he could taste that powder to know it was actually gunpowder. His feet lost traction in the great piles left over from the furniture. The explosive mixture sifted and shifted as he tried to scramble back from the approaching shadow.

It had a gun. God, what did it want? He wanted it to go away — to leave them alone — but he couldn't bring himself to do anything but gape.
swooshycape: (raaaaaawr!)

[personal profile] swooshycape 2013-06-09 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
The raised blade serves only as an invitation, and Chaos dives for him, collecting energy in its claws as it picks up speed. It is a being created for destruction, and right now that seems to be its only goal. How fortunate it is that Zack is made of very sturdy stuff.
watchthedetective: (detectiving)

[personal profile] watchthedetective 2013-06-09 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Joan's not thrilled by the idea of magic, herself, if it comes to that. And she hasn't even had aliens to deal with back home.

But either way, she wants to know, so even though it's probably a bad idea, Joan starts squishing the toy in her hands, feeling for something harder than poly-fill. And she does feel it. "There's something in this, whatever it is."
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[personal profile] oversight 2013-06-10 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
'Little man' is perhaps a bit too apt considering the tilt of his mind. He's a kid again, thin and helpless, too young to know what's going on. He's weighted down by worry, seeing into his own past, reliving a moment he's replayed a hundred times, where he first had to face the fact that nothing is ever quite what it seems.

But no. He's not a kid, is he? This exact situation is just history repeating itself. Crane's stint in Gotham, Ra's al Ghul's stint in Gotham, every insane case of the week... Blake pinches his eyes closed. Focus. Bruce had taught him how to fight back — how to press against the visions — but practice is one thing, and this is another.

"Wonderland," he growls out, face twisted with unseen exertion. His back's pressed to the wall, his boots are slipping against the carpet, desperately trying to push himself back away from the looming figure that can only be the Scarecrow, not a faceless gunman haunting him from his past.

Reflexively, a flatted foot comes out to take down the figure at the knees. "Go away," he cries out, voice tinny and high-pitched with the stress of the situation. That's sure to work, right?
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[personal profile] doctorweevil 2013-06-10 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Squeezing the bear doesn't seem like a good idea to him, either, and he draws back a little, just in case it happens again. "What sort of something?" Owen wishes he had a knife or a scalpel - hell, even some keys, something to rip the bear open with.
colorofthesky: (Who the  what now?)

[personal profile] colorofthesky 2013-06-10 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Very sturdy.

He watches the other hurtling toward, his jaw set. He's had enough of running so the only thing for it is to face the beast head on. Regardless of what happened in the past, the uncertainty he's felt about his own mutated genetics since his chat with Sephiroth, he's not going to show his back to this monster.

He will not be afraid.

Swinging his blade abruptly, a powerful shockwave erupts from the length of the Buster Sword. There's a bright flash of light, and he shields his eyes just briefly.

When it clears, his eyes go wide.

That's not Jenova...
Edited 2013-06-10 02:16 (UTC)

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