Mary had a lamb, His eyes black as coals...

[sorryitasedyou]

Who: Darcy + Various - Open options
Where: Around the mansion and grounds
When: During the Eight Ball Event
Rating: Pg-13? How 'bout we say R for violence just to be safe
Summary: Beatrice returns to wonderland and promptly starts disturbing the peace

The Story: Starters in comments linked below:

► Hᴜᴍᴀɴ Dᴀʀᴄʏ - Bᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ Eᴠᴇɴᴛ (Oᴘᴇɴ - Tʜᴇ 27ᴛʜ)
► Eɪɢʜᴛ Bᴀʟʟ Pᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴ (Oᴘᴇɴ - Mᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ 28ᴛʜ)
► Aᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ Oɴ Tʜᴇ Sᴛᴇᴠᴇ (Cʟᴏsᴇᴅ - Aғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ 28ᴛʜ)
► Cᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ (Cʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Aᴅᴀᴍ - Tʜᴇ 29ᴛʜ)
► Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟ-Oᴜᴛ (Cʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Aᴅᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ Bᴜᴄᴋʏ Pᴏsᴛ-Eᴠᴇɴᴛ)

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Comments

[assembles]

[ Paranoia should drive Steve's every move, but the mansion doesn't have any influence over his mind during this event, and "Reckless" may as well be his middle name in most cases. At least when he's the only one who might end up in danger.

Part of it is also that it's near to impossible for him to perceive Darcy as a threat. The sunglasses she's got on don't seem that out of place either, given how bright the sun is shining out here.

He notices the broken off piece of wood in her hand and frowns, knowing for a fact that it wouldn't be enough to stop one of the angels. It sets off at least one alarm bell in his mind, but Steve starts toward Darcy all the same -- though his grip on the cane remains firm. ]

Yeah, it's me. What are you doing out here?

[ She better have a good explanation. ]

[sorryitasedyou]

[Still. She needs to remain still, not let a jerky movement give her away. This was the hardest she’d worked for even a chance at killing. If it was anyone else, she wouldn’t have bothered, rather - the eight ball wouldn’t have bothered. But, Darcy’s will was strong - just like her personality. It made the memories more potent, the eight ball more aware of what the great Captain America was capable of.]

I - I was attacked. The things with wings attacked me. I grabbed this and got out of the mansion.

[Even with as much effort as is being thrown into this - the story’s not solid. Not by a long shot. Add on top of that the lack of any damage to her physically, and well…

She just needs him close enough to strike. That’s all. Although the closer he gets, the more chance he might have of picking up on the gentle thrum of black veins, far harder to mask than anything else - quietly trying to peek through.]

[assembles]

[ No, it doesn't make much sense. Darcy would have known to call for help, to at least make an attempt to contact one of the Avengers instead of escaping into the middle of the desert where she was an even easier target because she was isolated.

Darcy's been irrational about searching out their help in the past and she does have a penchant for getting herself into trouble (their trip to the Mirrorside is proof of that), so Steve still can't be sure.

Not until he takes another couple of steps toward her and notices the black veins sneaking up from the collar of her shirt. There's nothing normal about that, and Steve may not know a lot about these angelic monsters, but it doesn't take a genius to put this together.

His thumb moves on the cane to rest over the button that will generate a shock, and he stares her down. ] You're not her.

playing hiatus catch up - feel free to also drop since this is ridiculously old

[sorryitasedyou]

[Well, it had served its purpose in getting him close enough that he might not have time to fully counter. The second the words come out of his mouth, she's closing the distance in what seems like the blink of an eye and swings the piece of wood in her hand - aiming for his ribs. There's a hint of technique to her swing, the fact that she'd retained the memories of training with Natasha and Bucky only helping in doing what she can to incapacitate Steve. She wanted to wind him enough to make it easier to take him down, knowing she wouldn't be able to kill him in one fell swoop. Keep it quick without drawing too much attention.

Maybe even make him drop that cane.

The eight ball had been a little hesitant to take someone so weak, but with the added bonus of Darcy having had a few chances to witness fighting styles firsthand? There were worse picks.]

[assembles]

[ There are a few reasons that the attack succeeds. First is the fact that the angelic creature does have that boost of speed that Steve isn't prepared for. Second is that despite his wariness, Steve hadn't been entirely prepared for Darcy, in all of her inexperience and innocence, to come at him so suddenly and with such fierce force.

Of course, it isn't actually Darcy. Steve wishes he could say that this is the first time that he's had a friend who's being controlled by an outside force assault him. How does this keep on happening?

The wood slams into his ribs with an impressive amount of strength, forcing him to double over as pain explodes from the point of impact and spreads outward. Steve gasps for breath and feels a tightness in his ribs that he knows can't be good.

Instead of falling over, he does what he can to press forward to Darcy. Or to what's controlling her, anyway. He'd been told that shocks would help to stun them, and all he needs is the time to get the hell away from here. ]

[sorryitasedyou]

[The mortification after all was said and done would be strong, meaning she'd probably do what she could to avoid him for as long as it was allowed while she tried to not totally freak out about what she did. This was one of the first times she'd been on the rough side of a Wonderland event. With the animals, she'd been an amused bystander and with the last angel and demon thing that seemed to sweep through... Well, she'd been herself and Dean, in a weird sense of foreshadowing, had burned her book as a demon.

Even her mirror wasn't evil. She just didn't tend to dip her toe in that side of things. Of course, stay here long enough and anything was possible.

When he doubles over, she thinks she's got the advantage - that a few more swift and well placed hits and he'd be down for the count. But, she was mistaken. He shifts forward and it's enough to throw her small frame off. The shock just makes everything worse for her, body locking up as the eight ball lets out a cry of pain. This wasn't good. The piece of wood falls from her hand as her body seems to almost reset.

Freakin. Shocks.]

[assembles]

[ It's not a weapon Steve's used to, for obvious reasons. A cane that's able to let out an electric shock? He'd never even heard of such a thing, had no idea what the need for it would be in any normal situation. But he's not going to question it now, not when his life is in danger. For all he knows, Darcy might be capable of killing him right now, and he can't let that happen.

She would never forgive herself. This alone is probably going to be bad enough.

Watching as parts of her facial structure and body language twitch and rearrange themselves in response to the shock is disturbing, to say the least. It's something Steve would have scrubbed out of his memory if he could. As things are, all he's focused on is getting away, so he turns on his heel and starts to retreat -- but it's hard to be fast in the sand, even for him. Not to mention the burning pain that's running through his ribs and making it difficult to breathe. ]

[sorryitasedyou]

[She lets him go for now, needing to let the effects of the weapon wear off and her strength to fully return. He had something that used right could kill her. It was enough to cause the eight-ball to pause. There were others, others in stronger bodies that might be able to take him down... maybe even take him over and make their position stronger.

So she stays in the sand as her body tries to reset. Yeah, Darcy would definitely be avoiding him for a little while because wow she's so sorry, Steve. Take this time to run while she allows it.]