entrancelogs | Losing control

Who: Dominion!Gabriel and anyone I plotted with but OTA
Where: All over Wonderland
When: 19th - 24th/ the duration of the event
Rating: R for gore, violence, language etc.
Summary: Gabriel can honestly say he's only had one death but it's enough to set the event upon him and make his abilities drive him insane enough to start slaughtering anyone who happens to cross his path. Until the others find him and take him somewhere safe to keep watch until this is over.
The Story:

19th Through the mansion and to the bar.

[ Gabriel is already finding his patience is wearing thin. After Michael's visit he's more than a little agitated. The fact that his own brother is suffering and he can do nothing to help him because of his own afflictions, or the fact that the damn event, or whatever this is, seems to feel he needs to practically be inside Michael's head for a front-row seat to his hallucinations. As much as he wants to be there for his Twin he knows he can't and it's better for the both of them if he distances himself.

So he has, but now he's wandering trying to find solace, any peaceful, quiet place where he can sit and he can meditate and try to gain control. He's getting a headache from all the things he's occasionally blasted with, loud thoughts and the feelings of any near by. He grinds his teeth and seeks out the bar to drown himself. ]

20th-22nd Through the mansion and beyond

[Nothings working. He can't sleep even if he wanted to try and shut his mind off. He's weary of this game, angry, on edge. No amount of alcohol can stop this and he can't control it. He's tried everything. He's can't stand this anymore, it's getting worse, the silence between waves is less and less. Soon it's all running together and he can't turn it off. He's not even sure of what he's projecting himself, he's frustratingly aware that if he can hear them they may be able to hear him and know his secrets, his walls are down and there's nothing he can do about it. Every carefully crafted facet of his mind used to misdirect anyone inside it, or at least keep him from allowing any he makes connection with to get in. It's gone. All his defenses and power is worthless to the way he's out of control.

He needs to leave the mansion. He needs to get out and away from all of this.]

(Death toll - Pepper Pots (20th), Lana (21st), Ned (21st), Lilith and Bela harmed.)

End of 22nd into the 23rd Anywhere outside the mansion

[All rational thought is gone. All that consumes him is the rage and the need for blood. It makes him feel so relieved to tear humans apart. He's been caging it for so long now, that utter need and desire for slaughter. Only when he coves himself in their blood and hears their screams of terror and pain can he find peace. No more of their worthless thoughts and feelings. It grows quiet when they die by his hands. But it doesn't last so he has to keep killing, has to keep moving or he'll never sleep. Never regain himself again. It's all their fault. IT'S ALL THEIR FAULT. THEY MUST DIE.]

((ooc: Feel free to meet up with Gabriel, but be warned that if it's after the 22nd it's unlikely he will leave your character alive. If you would like a fight or angry encounter but survive you're more likely before the 22nd is up. I may make a post for him for anyone that wants to remain out of danger but wants to speak with him before he goes bat shit.

Around the end of the 23rd he'll be contained, so I'll make a closed thread for the folks I plotted with so we can take Gabe down and deal with him. You guys (IE this I plotted with) are welcome to jump on that any way you see fit or think is easiest. Interact with gabe or amongst yourselves :3 threadjack away as a mini log within a log.

If you need anything send a PM to this journal or find me on pluck at AceOfSwords))

Threaded | Flat

[He's made a mess of things, be it animal or inanimate object, perhaps there was a person at one time. No matter what, when whoever finds him first he's like a seething monster more than a man or Archangel. The humanity he faked so well is gone and he's left with just the need for blood and destruction. Approach with caution, he's likely to lash out at anyone that gets near enough, angel or human alike.

It's not that he's incapable of speech of course but he just has no patience to bother with it when he could be severing someone's head from their body. He's already covered in ichor, spattered with the blood of a few he's manages to take his anger out on. It felt good. He wanted more. It's just too bad this all has to end so soon with such a miniscule death count.]

Edited 2014-11-20 15:19 (UTC)

[ Lana can tell something's going on. Everyone's acting crazy, people are getting hurt, and someone needs to do something about it. So she dons her Bombshell gear and heads out looking for ttrouble.

What's the point of being a superhero if you don't try to save people, right? Even if she is scared shitless to do it.

She comes across a guy outside dressed in leather who is clearly affected by the event. She approaches him carefully. Her mind is racing with fear and worry but she's going to do this if it kills her. ]

Hey, is everything okay?

[She's managed to stumble away from the various attacks and scuffles that she found. The world distorting worse than a fever dream. She doesn't know what is happening or why everyone has shifted so badly, but worse still, she can't rely on her own senses or on her eyes.

The second she sees Gabriel, she relaxes slightly. Certainly her casual lover isn't affected by this? Not in the way the others are?]

Gabriel!

[The past few days have been Hell for Bela. She had barely ate nor slept and everything around her felt...wrong. Nothing seemed to make sense and Bela felt like someone or something was following her. She couldn't stop shaking, even though she was wrapped up in several layers and the mansion was at a comfortable temperature- what was going on?

She roamed the halls of the mansion aimlessly, scared of her own shadow. Muttering to herself and flinching at the tiniest of sounds.]

It's not right...nothing...not right..wrong...I'm wrong.

[The words are repeated over and over again, her voice becoming increasingly anxious as Bela tried to distinguish what was real and what wasn't.]

[So deeply entrenched in what could only be considered the most unsavory of situations, Ned considers how much he dislikes insane asylums on a fundamental, base level. True institutions of care could not achieve their goal of - what, recovery? Mitigation? - without sacrificing some large part of humanity in the process, no treatments are humane.

And Ned has no experiencing in treating others when he barely allows the examination room's light to be turned to him, wincing away from scrutiny like a nocturnal animal getting an eyeful of the hunter's flashlight.

Staying in the diner (or the kitchen, for that matter) wasn't an option. There were too many wanderers. Too many volatile individuals. Ned tends to the bees out at the edge of the garden, peeling himself out of a white suit after the cursory check-up and noticing a familiar face stalking through the gardens.

Another pie enthusiast and all-around dangerous person strictly because of his place in whatever Heavenly hierarchy exists, but a familiar face nonetheless.

Ned waves.]

[The chaos that's enveloped the mansion has thankfully bypassed Pepper this time; she hasn't been afflicted with delusions or out-of-control powers, a blessing for them all considering what dwells within her. Still, she isn't completely untouched, as she knows too many people who are suffering through the agonies of the event. She's on her way downstairs when she passes too close to someone, distracted by her own thoughts and concerns that she doesn't realize how near they are until her arm hits his.]

Oh, I'm sorry. [It's nothing more than a brief impact, a brush that's easily waved away. Pepper in fact means to do just that, except the man she's run into looks as worn down as anyone else she's seen. She has no way of helping him; the announcement about anchors makes is clear she wouldn't be one for a stranger, nor does she know who to point him to in turn.

Still, she wants to say something. It's difficult to see anyone going through this without desiring to somehow fix it.]

23rd - 24th capture and attempted anchor... Closed

21st, mansion grounds

21 - By her room

Late 21st/early 22nd?

Nov. 21st

20th (i am so late and so fail and so so sorry)