jack (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
craterwave) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
entrancelogs2016-12-02 12:30 am
craterwave) wrote in entrancelogs2016-12-02 12:30 am
muscle connects to the bone
Who: Jack and YOU
Where: In and out of the settlement in Quor'toth
When: 12/2 to 12/5
Rating: PG-13 to R for language and heavy violence. Leaning more on R here, Jack'll be at her worst.
Summary: Jack's finally in Hell where she belongs. She immediately makes nice with the locals.
The Story:
settlement; i wish i had a gentle mind
[She itches at the scar at the base of her skull. She fiddles with the amp attached to her right ear. Feels like nothing. It shouldn't feel like nothing. Like a line she's been on for decades has suddenly gone dead. Or like losing feeling in a limb. Something's nagging at her. Or like something that has been suddenly stopped? Fuck, she doesn't know.
Wait. She does know what's wrong. Her amp and her implant. That's what's bothering her. They're not working. Like her guns. She's weaker. Her connection to the element zero in her body is less stable.
As soon as she makes the realization, she sends a shockwave of cascading blue eezo to run a line through some huts. It reaches one, and the hut bursts at the contact, but it doesn't completely collapse. It mostly just looks like it went through an earthquake.
She was going for tornado.
Letting out a cry of anger through gritted teeth, Jack starts raging, fists glowing eezo blue as she descends upon the hut she just attacked, punching at the wall incessantly until the wall eventually crumbles.
She should've been able to punch a hole through in one try.
She kicks the rubble of the wall with a bare shoe, sending pieces of rock flying. She curls in on herself in anger, running hands over her shaved head. The one thing she had to show for herself, and this place can even fuck with that.]
hunting; and a spine made up of iron
[There's little that brings her joy in the world, but the one thing that always takes the edge off is tearing something or someone apart at the molecular level. Obviously, she's not about to start picking off the other Wonderland captives, but this place offers no shortage of hellspawn to pick off. A blue explosion goes off around a furry, oversized bat-slash-deep-sea-creature, and it tears apart from the inside. It collapses out of the air, squealing incessantly, until Jack places a firm foot on it and tears both its wings off by hand.
It was already softened up, okay.
Her guns remain useless at her belt as she punches through whatever demons she manages to find and flings groups of them into the air at a time. She hates not being able to put a bullet in them, but at least she's got options. She's not at peak performance, her amp dead, so she has to adjust for less concentrated firepower, but fighting's the one thing she's good at. Wonderland can try to take that away, but she won't let it succeed.
And if she needs to curbstomp an oversized flesh-lizard to prove her point, well, she'll happily do that. Then drop its corpse into an acid river.]
calmer; mouth connects to the teeth
[Something about this place makes her bad. Well, no, she's pretty bad in general. But something makes her worse. She's lashing out at people worse than usual. But even Jack can't operate on unbridled rage for days straight. She's tired. Really tired. She hates being here. It reminds her of the damn collector base, but worse. It's just fucked up is what it is.
She curls up in a cave and buries her face in her arms. Her head is pounding from the high of incessant fury and killing intent and she's kind of... tired of it. She could've headed back to the settlement, but she doesn't really want to be around anyone right now.
She hasn't been like this in a long time. This isn't how she was like just before meeting Shepard, even -- this is how she was as a teenager, a bundle of bruised nerves constantly looking for a fight. She'd calmed down, learned to focus her anger into something productive, stopped hurting without a reason just so she can feel what it's like to be strong. She has her outbursts now and then, sure, but nothing this prolonged in years.
She feels really small right now. So she makes herself as small as possible, eyes darting every once in a while to the entrance of the cave just in case a demon wanders its way in. She's too exhausted to fully keep watch.
It's kind of embarrassing, really. What if the Commander sees her like this? She squeezes her eyes shut and immediately shoots down that line of thought. She hasn't exactly been on her best behavior in this fucked up hellscape, not for one second. She hates knowing this place can just mess with her like that.
Whatever. Maybe she can just take a nap or something. Doesn't seem like anyone's coming.]
wildcard; and teeth to the loves and curses
[im down for anything! will match prose or brackets.]
Where: In and out of the settlement in Quor'toth
When: 12/2 to 12/5
Rating: PG-13 to R for language and heavy violence. Leaning more on R here, Jack'll be at her worst.
Summary: Jack's finally in Hell where she belongs. She immediately makes nice with the locals.
The Story:
settlement; i wish i had a gentle mind
[She itches at the scar at the base of her skull. She fiddles with the amp attached to her right ear. Feels like nothing. It shouldn't feel like nothing. Like a line she's been on for decades has suddenly gone dead. Or like losing feeling in a limb. Something's nagging at her. Or like something that has been suddenly stopped? Fuck, she doesn't know.
Wait. She does know what's wrong. Her amp and her implant. That's what's bothering her. They're not working. Like her guns. She's weaker. Her connection to the element zero in her body is less stable.
As soon as she makes the realization, she sends a shockwave of cascading blue eezo to run a line through some huts. It reaches one, and the hut bursts at the contact, but it doesn't completely collapse. It mostly just looks like it went through an earthquake.
She was going for tornado.
Letting out a cry of anger through gritted teeth, Jack starts raging, fists glowing eezo blue as she descends upon the hut she just attacked, punching at the wall incessantly until the wall eventually crumbles.
She should've been able to punch a hole through in one try.
She kicks the rubble of the wall with a bare shoe, sending pieces of rock flying. She curls in on herself in anger, running hands over her shaved head. The one thing she had to show for herself, and this place can even fuck with that.]
hunting; and a spine made up of iron
[There's little that brings her joy in the world, but the one thing that always takes the edge off is tearing something or someone apart at the molecular level. Obviously, she's not about to start picking off the other Wonderland captives, but this place offers no shortage of hellspawn to pick off. A blue explosion goes off around a furry, oversized bat-slash-deep-sea-creature, and it tears apart from the inside. It collapses out of the air, squealing incessantly, until Jack places a firm foot on it and tears both its wings off by hand.
It was already softened up, okay.
Her guns remain useless at her belt as she punches through whatever demons she manages to find and flings groups of them into the air at a time. She hates not being able to put a bullet in them, but at least she's got options. She's not at peak performance, her amp dead, so she has to adjust for less concentrated firepower, but fighting's the one thing she's good at. Wonderland can try to take that away, but she won't let it succeed.
And if she needs to curbstomp an oversized flesh-lizard to prove her point, well, she'll happily do that. Then drop its corpse into an acid river.]
calmer; mouth connects to the teeth
[Something about this place makes her bad. Well, no, she's pretty bad in general. But something makes her worse. She's lashing out at people worse than usual. But even Jack can't operate on unbridled rage for days straight. She's tired. Really tired. She hates being here. It reminds her of the damn collector base, but worse. It's just fucked up is what it is.
She curls up in a cave and buries her face in her arms. Her head is pounding from the high of incessant fury and killing intent and she's kind of... tired of it. She could've headed back to the settlement, but she doesn't really want to be around anyone right now.
She hasn't been like this in a long time. This isn't how she was like just before meeting Shepard, even -- this is how she was as a teenager, a bundle of bruised nerves constantly looking for a fight. She'd calmed down, learned to focus her anger into something productive, stopped hurting without a reason just so she can feel what it's like to be strong. She has her outbursts now and then, sure, but nothing this prolonged in years.
She feels really small right now. So she makes herself as small as possible, eyes darting every once in a while to the entrance of the cave just in case a demon wanders its way in. She's too exhausted to fully keep watch.
It's kind of embarrassing, really. What if the Commander sees her like this? She squeezes her eyes shut and immediately shoots down that line of thought. She hasn't exactly been on her best behavior in this fucked up hellscape, not for one second. She hates knowing this place can just mess with her like that.
Whatever. Maybe she can just take a nap or something. Doesn't seem like anyone's coming.]
wildcard; and teeth to the loves and curses
[im down for anything! will match prose or brackets.]
no subject
Fine, Tim, go running along back to the village now before you trip into an acid geyser.
no subject
[He's still giving himself a moment to get his heart to stop hammering in his rib cage and his lungs to stop trying to thoroughly dick him over as they're wont to do.]
Yeah, so I'm not completely incompetent? Just so we're clear.
no subject
[She folds her arms and taps her heel impatiently. Hurry it up, dude.]
But I'll believe it when I see it.
no subject
[Just his luck, huh? He coughs a few more times, that ragged, awful smoker's sound, and thumps a clenched fist over his chest to stir any remaining fluid in his lungs. It's about as clean as it's gonna get in there.]
Yeah, you know, god forbid I make a couple - [cough hack] - mistakes now and then.
no subject
No. Mistakes? They get you fucking killed. You don't have the luxury of making mistakes, not here, not anywhere. If I wasn't here, you'd be dead. And I know people come back here, but it still ain't exactly a nap. There's a limit. Five mistakes, you're done. So yeah. God fucking forbid.
no subject
[He knows he's at absolute zero in terms of a sense of self-preservation. Blame Jay. He doesn't need her or anyone else to make that glaringly apparent to him.]
Human error's a real son of a bitch. Don't think I don't know that.
no subject
[She's dangerously close to nullifying saving his life by punching the guy in the face, and she's get a little Shepard-shaped angel on her shoulder nagging at her to just let the guy return to safety already, and she's pissed off by both sides.]
no subject