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[ event ; holding out for a hero ]

[Xion looks more than a little panicked. Her face is awfully close to her CAT, and it's close enough to be able to see the tears forming in her eyes.]

The Keyblade -- I can't call the Keyblade! Is -- Is anyone else... Having trouble? I know it isn't really that big of a deal, but the Keyblade, it's... [She hesitates, pulling away from the CAT a bit, brow furrowing.] It's more than just my weapon. It's a part of me -- A part of my heart. So the fact that it could be taken away from me... [She trails off, fear clear in her eyes.

After a moment, she shakes her head, and turns off the CAT.]


[ event ; truth hits everybody ]

[What have you done?

Xion can't get it out of her head as she huddles by one of the windows. She's rubbing her arms and breathing into her hands. Normally, the Organization coat is so good at regulating her temperature, despite what's going on with outside, but... It's certainly not working now.

What have you done?

... ugh. There are more important things to focus on than that.

...

Right?]
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[While people are battling with their new powers and those townspeople who've decided to go on crime sprees, there are two people watching everything play out from a safe place. One...has no choice. The other?

The other relishes and delights in what he sees.

A pleased smile naturally graces the other's features.]
You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment. Finally, finally after observing them for so long and poking them in the right directions, they are perfect. There have been some who just couldn't quite make it, ones I had hopes for but ultimately have given up upon. I will not be recalling them ever again.

And I have you to thank for that, my dear Marshal. If it were not for your continual interference these past years, they all might have still been stuck in that fool's experiment to bring his loved ones back to life. The otherworlders learning of that experiment's truth only fueled the flames of my own. The young businessman's ideas of entertainment were far more useful than the drivel the scientist ever gave me.

Speaking of him, you were never able to locate him, were you? Your teams of otherworlders failed in their tasks and returned empty-handed. They were meant to, you know, and yet you were so certain you could use their skills and fame to help them in their hunt for him while you searched for me.

[Slowly] ...What did you do to Filippo Resarci?

He was hiding away but now...he is right where I need him to be. [The other's smile widens after a moment.] Ahhh, I see. You think he's my anchor here.

It's a possibility.

You think...if you got to my anchor, then you could have reeled me in? Shame the fish reeled in the fisherman and now, you have left your worms completely unattended. I do wonder who yours is.

[Lets out a dismissive noise.] Like I'm going to tell you.

It does not matter. They will blame you in the end. Once they have figured it all out, they will hold you accountable. Might take them a while to piece everything together, though. I even tried to share with them the truth, warn them of what was to come--and yet they thought I was merely taunting them. They did not understand--

--Weren't you?

[The other shrugs nonchalantly.] Eh, yes, but one can mock with the truth. It is one hell of a weapon, as you have seen.

[Somewhat victoriously] Yes, it is...isn't it? [There's a soft click from somewhere nearby.]

[The other's expression rapidly changes from smugness to suspicion because of that tone.] What have you done?

You'll see soon enough.

[And then the one seemingly without a choice uses his one trump card to escape--but the other doesn't yell or pitch a fit at this disappearing act. No, the other merely pulls out something, enters a sentence followed by a few keystrokes, then slips it back into his pocket.]

Two can play at this game.

[Seconds before the other's keystrokes were entered, Nathan suddenly appears somewhere in the vicinity of the town hall, but before he can even take a step forward or pull out his own CAT to call people to him, the town hall explodes, showering him and most of the town square in huge chunks and layers of debris. Rubble and shrapnel fly into air, crashing through store fronts, trees, the library, and crushing nearby townspeople. Not even the fountain is spared and the Sheriff's office has taken severe damage.

But what caused the explosion to begin with? Whatever it is, it's gone now, most likely lost in the blast.]


OOC: Plot Supplement Details - **Quick-time Event** )

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Sep. 4th, 2012 11:30 pm
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[Croix never found out what happened to him when this "balance" or whatever was struck. Not until recently, when it may as well be too late.

It began about three days after, actually. For some reason, he found it just a little harder to move around. His body felt heavy, like it took more energy just to do simple things. Next came the fever - annoying at first, but easy enough to ignore. The dizzy spells, though... can't really ignore those, or hide them. Damn.

He did get dragged to the clinic, but they didn't know what was wrong and just sent him home to rest. Which he planned to do, but...

When Croix gets back to his townhouse, it's all he can do to get the damn door open, he has so little strength anymore. Somehow, he makes it to the living room, but that's as far as he gets before his legs completely give out. His knees hit the floor and his hands go to his head. His mind is suddenly screaming. This is nothing he's ever felt before - a sudden rush of red-hot emotions and thoughts... and none of them good. Fear. Anger. Hate. Why? Why is he feeling this way? These aren't even his own feelings - or are they?

Something clicks. He may not have ever felt this way for himself, but he's heard of this happening plenty of times. He's even seen it for himself. He's watched hundreds succumb to this, and seen many of them go on panicked rampages, sometimes losing their lives - or just taking their own because of it... Croix realizes that, for some reason, he has the powers of a Reyvateil. An IPD Reyvateil, and a high-level one, he thinks, considering he can already feel magic pouring from his body: bolts of electricity, firing in all directions, non-stop. He also realizes that this is an IPD Outbreak, and he's about to lose his mind.

Well, at least his last fully conscious thought was... somewhat helpful.

The sparks continue flying, and Croix can't bring himself to move, too consumed with the need to make his mind stop screaming. Maybe if he broke something. Maybe if he broke someone. Maybe if he killed. Or if he died. Maybe once this whole town is ruined and no one is left, nothing will be left to make any more noise in his head. Something has to work, something has to give, he can't keep feeling like this--

With all of the electricity sparking about, it was only a matter of time before something caught fire... It starts in the living room, but it very quickly spreads, and it's not going to stop until the whole townhouse burns down for all to see.

And Croix... isn't moving.
]


((OoC: Croix's had his Positive IPD Outbreak. He is completely overcome by fear, paranoia and other negative emotions and is not thinking straight - if you're gonna come save him from the house fire, you're... probably gonna get attacked. :/ Just a heads up.))

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Sep. 1st, 2012 11:41 pm
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[The video cuts on mid-"Boooo", and Natsuo is sitting at the gazebo, sulking.]

I knew something was weird!! This place took away my fighting! I can't use spells anymore! Some stupid kid took my bag, and I was going to make him hurt for it. But nothing happened when I used the words! I had to run after him and kick him instead. Boring!!

[Heavy sigh!]

Ne, did anything happen to anyone else?

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Aug. 30th, 2012 12:09 pm
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[For once, Wash was quite eager to head back into the town once the snow had evaporated a few days ago. He'd made excuses about how he needed to secure the area before others really went in just in case there were any traps left behind--but really, he just he needed time to think. Time to just...think about the mission here and not what he'd said.

And to think about
why they had been forced to say truths and a lie like that. What kind of thing could possibly have that kind of control?]

Those questions (and more) still weigh on his thoughts while he ventures into town to start his daily patrols. He's just walking into the town square proper when he hears someone start to scream. Alerted he stops, trying to locate the source of the sound, when he spots someone wearing a balaclava running out of the nearby general store with a couple bags in hand--and a knife.]


Hey, stop right there!

[The thief takes one look at him and bolts--but and Wash takes off right after him. Unfortunately for the man, he is a faster runner even in all that armor, so he's caught pretty quickly. However, as Wash grabs the thief, the thief swings around in panic--and stabs Wash in the abdomen. He lets go and drops to one knee while the thief scrambles away again.]

No, get back here! [Wash forces himself to stand, one hand outstretched towards the thief. As he does this, a small glowing green ball of energy rapidly forms in his hand and flies out after the thief...

Aaaand falls just short of hitting the man, instead bouncing when it hits the sidewalk and heads off into the sky where it lets off a faint "boom" of a green explosion.

This renders both him and the thief pretty speechless for a second before the thief cowers on the ground and begs him not to do that again. Meanwhile, Wash braces himself against a building, forgetting the knife's still in his side, and stares at the scorch mark made on the ground.]


...You've got to be fucking kidding me.



[ooc: Feel free to have seen this happen in the town square! The thief himself hasn't been officially apprehended yet but he's pretty ready to give himself up now (and probably wet himself in the process.)]
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[A figure somewhere, always watching over all, reads a bit of communication between some of them and can't help smiling. Why the figure smiles is anyone's guess, but smile the figure does. He picks up a CAT device after a few minutes and begins to type.

During that time, the snow in the entire laboratory area and town stops and begins to evaporate. The area becomes extremely foggy very fast and makes it difficult to see everyone in the observation deck, but by the time it's gone, everyone might feel...a bit different. Sure, they might feel nice and warm since the weather conditions have returned to normal (or rather, were allowed to be what they always were before something overrode them), but...there is something more. Some may feel stronger, some weaker, but all will feel strange.

Changes have that effect.

Soon, the figure is done writing and sends the following message to everyone's CATs, and simultaneously, the multiple screens on the observation deck go blank:]


Hopefully you have enjoyed your cold, hard truths and white, hot lies. Doesn't everyone feel better now? I know I do. Yet, I do feel somewhat guilty. You are all my guests and I have not been the kindest host, so I am going to do something nice--

--for some of you. What that is you will quickly find out--or not, depending upon how astute you are--but know this: a balance has been struck, but more to the point, interesting times are upon you all now! I hope you do not squander this opportunity.


[After a moment, a second, but briefer, message is sent:]

Oh. "Nathan" sends his regards.

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