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

[Yeah, she'd seen the announcement about what was going on and she's definitely less than thrilled about dealing with another stupid event in this place. She was kinda surprised to see that it was Angels from someone's world since all the angels she'd met had been pretty great. Of course, demons were originally fallen angels if we were going Bible route so... This is just a whole new level of fun.

Thinking she can maybe avoid this whole mess, she attempts to lay low and avoid as much of the trouble as she can. That means limited time in the hallways and public spots, attempting to keep an eye on anyone she passes for warning signs with her taser in hand. They said electricity works, so hopefully the god-setting Tony had set up for her before disappearing will help.]

[The whole attempting to avoid the situation didn't last long. While she has a strong personality and most of what makes Darcy Darcy is still there, something's off. Her movements are different and if someone looks closely enough there's hints of black veins peeking up over her scarf. With her memories in place, she searches for people she knows and recognizes with one mission in mind.

Kill.]

[Steve.

Steve - a familiar face as she moves through the desert. She'd grabbed sunglasses in an attempt to maintain an element of surprise, walking slowly to try to not draw too much attention. From the memories, she knew Steve was viewed as a leader. Take out the leader and it will make it easier to go after everyone else with the hopes that they might descend into chaos. It was worth a shot. So, she approaches him, silent as her arms wrap around herself in an attempt to keep him from picking up too much before she was ready.]

Edited 2015-06-29 03:44 (UTC)

[After a failed attempt to kill Steve, she has to move onto another target. Their numbers weren't strong enough to truly win here if the odds were still stacked against them. So, she moves through the mansion looking for her next target and that's when she spots him.

Adam.

He was friends with Darcy. While he wasn't as high up in the food chain as Steve, he had connections and could get her to her next target. Tucking her phone into her back pocket, she focuses all of her attention on her target. While the network gave her a bit of an edge to stay ahead of attempts to stop them, it didn't beat the hands-on approach. She doesn't even attempt to conceal her true self any longer, black veins decorating her skin to match the black eyes as she approaches him.]

[Everything hurt, it's the first thing brought to her attention quickly followed by a slam of memories from the past few days.

Oh god. Oh god what did she do?

She can feel the panic setting in only making the tightness of her muscles worse, barely managing to dig her phone out of her back pocket to see a missed text from Bucky. Steve. She'd attacked Steve during this mess and the sheer thought is enough to send the panic over the edge, wrapping it up in a nice addition of feeling like she's gonna be sick. She has no idea where she is other than trapped somewhere by Adam - a move she'll thank him for once she's managed to stop shaking. She can't respond to Bucky right now, can't even focus on any of that. Not without some help and answers.

Crawling over to the door, she rests against the wall and raises a fist to hit the wood. Despite the pounding in her head and the thrumming of her heart, her voice is weak as she attempts to get his attention - hoping he's still on the other side.]

Adam? Adam... It's - it's me. I'm back - it's me. Please let me out.

Edited 2015-06-29 03:45 (UTC)

[ Steve got the memo from the strangers with their announcement and had therefore taken precautions. It doesn't sound like his shield will do any good against these angels, and so he'd gone to the closets for help -- although the only weapon they'd seen fit to give him is a cane that's got a taser built into it.

He didn't know such a thing even existed, but electricity can slow these things down, so it's better than nothing.

The narrow hallways of the mansion only leave Steve feeling claustrophobic, like he might get tracked down at any moment by one of the angels. It makes more sense to move outside into the heat of the desert where he actually has a chance of finding one of these things before they get him.

That's the idea, at least. But there's a strong wind shifting the sand around him, which drowns out a lot of noise he might have otherwise picked up on. Steve's in uniform this time around, the boots and protective covering serving him better in the desert environment. Shield on his back and cane in hand, he's so far unaware of Darcy's presence as he traverses the dunes. ]

[Like Darcy had, Nageki intends to lay low. Most events seem to target humans (not surprising given just how many are here), so perhaps a bird can slip by unnoticed.

That's what he hopes when he spots a human moving oddly in the hallways, even as he does his best to back away from her without attracting attention.]

_{["Stay in your room" would have been good advice if Adam had chosen to heed it. He'd spent so much time hiding in his room his entire stay in Wonderland, and where had it gotten anyone? How would he give unpossessed people a hand against these angels in a room where the angel proofing didn't even work? No, it's better that he's on the lookout for people he knows, better that he's out in the halls where he can do something.

Or so he keeps thinking to himself until he turns into a corridor already occupied by Darcy--except it's not his friend, it's something else in her body, distorting her features.

Son of a bitch.

The grotesque spider web of veins crawling over her skin gives her away, but the look in her eye would have done the same. Whatever's inside her is driving the car. That can't be her.

He stops, stance set wide.]}

Darcy--

_{[Only it's not her. It just looks like her, just like when Michael had been inside him.]}

Hey, get your own damn body, that one's not for sale.

_{[Adam hasn't left, hasn't slept, driven by the urge to keep watch over Darcy until he waits the angel out, or until the angel waits him out. He finds some solace in knowing the event has to end eventually, but not much.

He'd shut her in a room, the entire time afraid that it wouldn't be enough, that the angel would get out while still treating Darcy like a human meat suit, mind running circles. What if it does bust out? What could he do? He couldn't hurt her, knowing there's a human soul in there. How could he not hurt her if it came down to another fight? Not forgetting that the angel was already hurting her by just being inside her. Ugh, fuck. Fuck every angel God ever made. The idea of doing nothing rubs Adam the wrong way on so many levels, but even if he did crack and call someone like Castiel or Michael for help, these aren't Castiel's brand of tree toppers, and Michael... How much would Michael really care about saving Darcy over getting rid of the angel?

He chases these thoughts around and around and around, ultimately paralyzed into wanting to do the least harm to the human half of this angel/Darcy equation, until he loses track of time entirely. The sudden knock from the other side of the door startles him, sounding as large as a gunshot to his ears.

She sounds... better now. But angels lie all the time. He can't be sure.]}

Is it really you? How do I know that?

_{[Standing up, he moves closer to the door--reinforced, just like his own bedroom's.]}

[The words register on a certain level, but whatever's inside her doesn't actually care. No. This body was serving its purpose with how many connections it had to other people. Add on top of that how easily she seemed to be able to catch people off-guard and... Well, the eight ball had no intentions of giving her up anytime soon.

Rather than answer, she opts for fighting instead - hoping to spring it early enough to throw him a little off. Give herself the advantage.

So she moves, her entire body becoming a weapon as she goes. Her wings stay tucked away for now, the space of the hallway not really lending itself to using them just yet.]

[While the eight ball may not have targeted him for possession, it was definitely targeting him right now as an easy target.

She moves not caring about how much attention she brings herself anymore. The time for games was over. The slight movement catches her eye, gaze fixing on him as she changes direction and starts moving towards him.]

[The piece of wood in her hands from her bed frame was as sufficient as it anything else she could find - at least something that could do a little more damage than normal. He was important, that much the eight ball knew. Which meant masking needed to happen... and it needed to be convincing.

It won't last long so she needs it to work to get close enough to make her kill move. Throwing Darcy's voice, she tries to add a tinge of fear though most of the energy is going into masking the veins and making sure the sunglasses are in place.]

Steve? Is that you?

[The words carry over the wind as she stops moving. If she can stay still, the inability to control the wily body could ruin everything.]

[It's impossible to keep the pain out of her voice, or the genuine panic. How was she gonna prove to him that it was really her? It takes a long moment before she realizes the one thing that couldn't ever be masked should be gone. The reason she'd had to wear sunglasses outside when going after Steve.

Fingers claw for her phone, flipping on the video feed so Adam can see.]

No black eyes. See?

[Just the normal stormy gray-blue quickly welling up with tears.]

Adam, please...

[That hadn't been the reaction Nageki was hoping for. He stays still for a little bit as he decides what to do before he tries to turn around and fly up near the ceiling, out of her reach. He can explain himself if she's an ordinary human but if she isn't and she wants to attack him than hopefully this distance will allow him to escape.]

Stop.

_{[He has a wild thought to grab for his gun, and he starts to do so, but doubt slows him down a fraction of a second, doubts about what he's supposed to do here. Shoot her? But she's--

It's too late, she's coming at him like a speeding car, almost too fast to react. He goes to block her with his arms instead before the angel crashes right into him. He definitely can't use Kol's knife on her, the chances of it being lethal are higher than a bullet would be.]}

_{[His phone buzzes and he absently reaches for it. It's a feed of Darcy, showing him her pale and grief-stricken face, and he's immediately torn between wanting her to really be his friend, and too long spent telling himself not to trust what his eyes tell him anymore.

It's hard to look at her even through the screen, so he closes the video instead.]}

Hold on. _{[He sighs through the door.]} Hold on a sec, I'm checking.

_{[If everything's really back to normal, then the rest of Wonderland should be angel-free again, too, right...?

A quick check of the network assuages some of his fears. At least enough to veto the idea of keeping Darcy locked up against her will like a prisoner in a cage. It's too close for Lucifer's Cage for his liking, and he reaches out to open the door, stepping back to give her room.]}

You're back back?

[There’s an intelligence to the creature, an awareness that’s unlike any other bird the memories show. It make things intriguing - in the same vein that it makes the bird dangerous. It could tip off others - make her a target and the eight ball just couldn’t have that.

There’s a jerky shift to the body language as large wings appear. She doesn’t race after him just yet, though. No instead, she watches - attempting to predict his next movement.]

[Nageki isn't sure what to make of a human with wings, but this isn't the first person he's seen with unusual abilities. She isn't doing anything, so it is still difficult for him to tell if she means ill or not.]

Hello.

[He speaks cautiously and waits to see what her response will be.]

[She doesn't know where to even start outside of showing him her eyes - that she was back to herself with no wild impulses to try and kill the people she cares about.

The thought is enough to bring ugly thoughts and memories right back to the surface. She feels as though she's gonna be sick. There's an almost physical wash of fresh air over her when the door opens, letting her body slump a little against the floor in relief.

Deep breath. That's what she needs to focus on... Actually breathing. In. Out. In - And then it has to hold for a second to make room for a hiss of pain as her body reminds her of just what the hell it's been through.]

Can you - Can you call Bucky and tell him I'm okay? That it's done?

[Even if she's anything but. She needed to have someone else deal with the texts on her phone because there was too much guilt to face in one whirl. Bucky was a direct connection to Steve and she just couldn't -

She can't.]

[It would have been enough to get her attention if she'd been anything more than a shell for a psycho. Instead, she just barrels right along, mind calculating as she goes.

When the arm comes up, she dips right before connecting with him, aiming for his legs instead. She wants to take him to the ground to make up a little of the height difference from her current form.

All while doing what she can to not draw too much attention. Don't need someone getting in the way of her goal.]

[Curiouser and curiouser.

The wings curl around her as black eyes narrow on him. There's a gentle tilt of her head in response to the greeting. Can birds be possessed by eight balls? It would certainly come in handy - no one would suspect the bird.

So, with a little beat of her wings, she hovers - slowly approaching him.]

[Nageki stays as still he can while he hovers over the ground. He keeps a wary eye on Darcy, but his suspicion is lessening as more and more time passes without an attack.]

[And that's when she strikes, swinging forward - attempting to catch him with the tip of a wing. A she fakes left and actual veers right situation. While his suspicion lessons and hopefully his guard, as well.]

[Nageki can see the wing as it swings towards him, but he still can't get out of the way fast enough. He is a bit stunned and falls. He quickly resumes flapping his wings to slow his descent.]

_{[Well, her wince of pain pretty much answers that. He's not sure angels could even act well enough to pull off being this worn out.]}

Hey, are you okay?

_{[He crouches beside her, reaching for her but not wanting to actually touch her if it's going to make it worse. Too busy looking her over, he almost doesn't process her request.]}

What? Bucky? _{[Who's that? He feels like he should be able to put a face to the name.]} What's he got to do with anything?

[ 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. ]

_{[He sees what the angel's intentions are right before it hits him, taking them both to the ground.

You're on the ground, you're opponent's on top of you, what do you do? He's run through this scenario so many times with Jo that it becomes second nature to counter before he can be pinned.]}

Sorry, Darcy.

_{[The strained apology slips out he aims a blow to her face with his forearm to knock her off balance, moving to flip them at the same time.]}

[Deep down, Darcy is mortified - or will be later. She's not a violent person, but it's not exactly like she has any say in what the eight ball is doing. It hovers lower, watching the descent - assessing injuries to see what the bird might do next. Because if it tried to run off, there'd be a whole new game of chase.]

[Hopefully the eight ball is enjoying itself because Nageki is definitely attempting an escape. He mostly feels winded, so he can still move around and landing has helped center him. He has no weapons to attack with and wouldn't even know how to use them if he did so he doesn't have many options. He can mainly chose which direction he tries to flee. In this case he's attempting to fly down the hallway away from the possessed human rather than up near the ceiling.]

[Every breath hurts, but there are more important things to focus on. She just shakes her head at the question, a hand almost attempting to grip the ground for stability. There’s no movement towards him, scared that if someone makes contact with her - she might crumble into a million pieces.

She almost wants to take back the request, but Steve…]

I - I need… He - I - Steve, I -

[Thoughts flow through her with a clouded sense of order as she tries to make sense of what she’d done.]

I had a text from him. He needs to know I’m okay - but, [But? But what. It’s not like her request will actually be listened to if he really wants to find her.] Just don’t tell him where we are. Ju- I’m okay and I’m sorry.

[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.]

[She'd be way more sorry than he was right now, although she doesn't try to face off with him with the same care she'd had when dealing with Steve. She didn't have as much intel on him or his skills.

There's a scream with the movements, enough to send her tumbling back and dazed for a moment. This coming on the heels of another fight, one that had involved a weapon that could destroy the eight ball had weakened it - made this that much easier to take her down.]

Slow down, slow down, you're not making any sense. It's okay, Darcy... It's over. It's gone, you're you again.

_{[It's one of those things that if he says enough times, maybe it'll come true.

Darcy's broken and jumbled explanation is met with a long moment of thought while Adam tries to piece together what she's asking. Steve, like Steve Rogers, the Captain America guy? Something had happened with him?]}

... Okay, all right, I can text the guy. You don't have to talk anybody right now.

_{[Until she's ready to. He's been on the other side of this so many times that he knows better than to think bringing everyone and their cousin into the room to fawn over her will her find some equilibrium.]}

Okay?

[This was turning into far more trouble than it was worth for such a small prize. One more attempt to catch it or knock it out so an eight ball could try to take hold before she'd give up and move onto her next target. Their time was limited, the last thing the eight ball wanted to do was waste it. She'd watched, banking on the idea that the creature would go up rather than down the hall - a mistake that could give Nageki a chance to escape if he moved quickly.]

[ 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.

[Nageki seizes the opportunity and keeps moving. He needs to get away and find someplace safe.]

Edited 2015-07-24 14:42 (UTC)

_{[These things might be using human bodies to hide in, but Adam's heard they're just as tough as the angels he's familiar with from his world. He wouldn't stand a chance in a slugging match with someone like Michael or Castiel, and he doesn't want to find out firsthand just how bad his chances are with this thing.

He has to do something, and fast. But what?

Adam scrabbles out from under her, mind racing. Instead of trying to fight her, what if he could trap her? Stop her from getting away and taking Darcy's body with it somehow? If they were closer to his room, he could... His gaze lands on the rows and rows of doors marching off into the distance on either side of them.

The rooms. They could still work. If he could lock her inside one and imagine it to be a panic room strong enough to hold her.

Ignoring the part of his brain screaming this is a stupid idea, run, Adam does the exact opposite, tackling her toward one of the doors before she can shake off her surprise.]}

[Steve had been a little predictable in his fighting style, but she knew almost nothing about this side of Adam. It makes her have to think a little harder and work to predict his movements. Although, the eight ball had been expecting a fight - not to be tricked.

When he'd scrambled away, she'd picked herself up - aiming high rather than expecting a tackle towards a door. It has her panicking slightly as her body is thrown towards the door, clawing at the frame as wings try to emerge in time to get away from the trap.

Crap.]

[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.]

[Hopeful thinking is something she tends to subscribe to, but not today. No, today was a lose it kind of day. She can't clarify for him, hell she can't even make sense of her own thoughts right now. There are just a few things standing out that she can't skip right now.

Even if she just wants to curl up in a ball and make the world go away for a little while.

Fingers paw at her phone to push it over to him as she follows the motion to lay back down on the floor.]

Thanks Adam.

[She just... Yeah, give her a sec. Hey, at least she's remembering her manners - even if she's trying to look as small as possible. Like if she could melt into the floor, she would.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

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

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Eɪɢʜᴛ Bᴀʟʟ Pᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴ (Oᴘᴇɴ - Mᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ 28ᴛʜ)

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once more with feeling - playing hiatus catch up - feel free to drop since blah blah blah

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

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

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