4914/The Order of Anarcy

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The Order of Anarcy
Date of Scene: 28 January 2021
Location: New York Streets
Synopsis: Irina protects a child from Jovian's evil doppleganger despite a physical and mental assault.
Cast of Characters: Jovian Anderson, Irina-As17




Jovian Anderson has posed:
The sun is high in the west as it rises, slowly arcing through the clouds at dawn. The school bus picks up students innocently enough with invisible technologyically camoflauged soldiers moving along behind it in escort formation in futuristic armor as one of the seemingly normal children inside is kept safe from a threat that they do not realize.

A slow red light begins to move over the bus, carefully winging its way across the brownstones and apartments beneath it like dismal rose colored glasses slowly tinging on blood instead as whispers and shadows cackle from the shades as the soldiers suddenly turn around and prime invisible plasma rifles in anticipation of a threat. They do not see it but they know it is there.

Irina-As17 has posed:
Irina-AS17 usually woke up early to start the only thing she ever did every day: Jump around the city and look for people who qualified as targets for her mission. She leaps between buildings, going down to the ground level when needed, stopping with a heavy frown when she spots. Well, something, she's not even sure what the hell she's looking at. She stares at the light, then slowly looks up and around to try and see where it was coming from. She's not sure if this is a common thing of the outside world either.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
The men shoot a few blasts, the invisible plasma so hot that the microwaves melt some of the snow around the ground but are silent and unseen, not making a dent in the ground but missing their target by a large measure, as living shadows rise up from the ground as they slowly expand as concealing tendrils. The bus moves on though a few of the students notice the shadows and rub their eyes not quite sure what they are seeing.

The whispers are too hard too ignore though, the things from this part of the Darkness quite erudite in their cacaophony of chaos ensureing that those who need their presence and their affirmation hear them and for those that dont? The shadows care not a whit or a sliver of a whit....the target of this unseen protection and unseen assault is obvliious, a young male of 9 years old chewing gum and playing on his twitch.

Irina-As17 has posed:
Irina-AS17 squints a bit more, this was definitely not right and she didn't have anything about this in the records she got for briefing before her missions. She approaches at a hurried pace, coming towards where the shadows were rising, this was clearly not a good thing, especially if they were being fired upon. However, she was not permitted weapons, ever, under any circumstances, so she had no choice. She extends a hand into the air and brings it down aiming to smash it into the side of one of the tendrils as hard as she can, which was quite a lot harder than an average human could, but still not quite superhuman.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
The tendril is cut easy enough, though their nature is such that a few more begin to wrap around her, or at least try to, over a dozen of them, as a figure emerges from the shadows, humanoid, mid twenties a dark and twisted face with sunken eyes that were once human and now consumed in darkness. The soldiers fire their invisible guns and he fades from reality for a moment and then another. When this happens the tendrils weaken briefly though they vary in strength between a thick rope and a steel tentacle. The bus accelerates and as the soldiers drain more of their packs their armor becomes slowly more visible with the coming dawn, their armor now flickering sparkles of amber and silver light like motes of magic or fireflies.

Several children begin to watch, not yet comprehending the danger.

Irina-As17 has posed:
Irina-AS17 grunts, thankful she at least had her batman-esque kevlar armor to protect her from this. She waves around at the soldiers and point for them to focus on the shadow guy while she went around the tentacles. While she was not very durable, strong, couldn't run super fast or do any other kind of cool stuff, she was absurdly agile. As the tendrils come at her she slips around, doing fast, quick little dashes and hops, barely even moving but briefly becoming a light blur as she narrowly avoids them. She goes for the weaker ones, chopping through them as hard as she can to try and keep their number down.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
The Tendrils are constructs, and this is apparent immediately. The soldiers ignore her, at first, but as the ...THING comes closer and the madness of the whispers increases so that it cannot be ignored a few clutch their heads screaming. They become more and more visible and while their blasts cut through the tentacles like butter (just like Irina's claws) there are always more where those came from, a rich black tapestry flowing out from the center until finally one dressed in silver armor unlike the blue of the others gets the potential ally.

Briefly, he shows a holograph of a child on the bus. "Get him to safety. Please."

It is a gamble but it is a gamble that...two of the tentacles tear him literally in two ending the hologram as the figure turns its full ...well.....mostly full ...attention to Irina.

Irina-As17 has posed:
Irina-AS17 stares at the man who was torn in two for several moments. She had been trained for this, it was not traumatic as it would be for a normal person, blood and gore were part of her desensitization training. Yet it was still shocking. "Welll....sshhit." She mumbles under her breath as she instead leaps through one of the bus windows, crashing through using her armor. She looks around desperately until she finds the kid, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him up. "Er-uh- I gotta-" She was terrible at actually talking to people. "You gotta come if you wanna live." She says as she starts to sprint.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
The kid is suprisingly blase about this but by now the other kids are freaking out about this, though it doesnt help that the soldiers are causing nightmares for life unless a telepath helps along the way. The figure hovers above the bus, lifting it up a bit wrapping tentacles though there is still a few windows to slip out of and the child nods, accepting what is. There is something exceptionally off about them, and yet reassuring at the same time. The children to the right, front, back and left of seem quite calm as if all will be alright in their presence.

Irina-As17 has posed:
Irina-AS17 can't possibly get ALL the children out in time, so instead she just has to bet on the tentacles following the one they want. She kicks open one of the other windows and leaps through again, landing on her back with the kid above. She holds him close to herself and starts sprinting away, looking over her shoulder to see if the shadow whatever they were had started following her now. She did have the one they wanted after all.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Her bet is successful. Though her flight has a bit of a problem that the thing moves through walls as do the tentacles. One, a particularly long one coming out of the shadow of a tree frozen with icicles nearly gets her and the thing begins looming larger. On an instinctive level she can tell it has focused entirely on HER and none of the passer byes seem to notice it; not the first responders or the busy morning communiting traffic. It carries a growing dread weight that pounds against her unyielding resolve. It is neverending. It is undying. It is coming and it will not be stopped or interceded.

The child reacts to none of this, watching passively.

Irina-As17 has posed:
Irina-AS17 breathes in deeply, she had been hammered down with a sense of justice and unending commitment ever since she was born. Nothing would make her hesitate or fear what she had to do. She didn't have adequate weapons against this and was not allowed to acquire any, so she had to hope somehow she could run it out. She grips the child firmly and starts to sprint, using her agility to slip between people seamlessly, move through incoming traffic with very little issue and generally slip past any obstacle on her way as fast as she possibly could.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
The...whatever it is isnt telepathic but she can sense that somehow it still understands her intentions and its intentions are also in turn connected; and that she has come to the heart of the escape here. It is beyond her ability to resist but time is the one weakness it cannot abide. The sun rises and she knows that this is the thing that is working against it. It is not vulnerable to sunlight...per se, but there is...something...there. It works and moves at her, one tentacle being replaced by four that batter at her attemtping to cause her to stumple and fall with blinding speed, phasing through anything but her or another living being as the core of the figure moves closer.

Irina-As17 has posed:
Irina-AS17 growls out, a rumbling chittering raccoon noise in her throat as she is battered through her escape. Again and again she firmly moves forwards and refuses to leave the child behind, letting the tentacle go at her. She figured the impacts would be reduced at least to a manageable point for the time being by her armor but each one was still heavy even against her unusually dense body. It only makes her grit her teeth and pointy fangs and run even harder. She absolutely refused to let them have the kid, because she was the hero that had been chosen to change the world, it's what she was told, she could not fail, she must not.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
The psuedopods become five and then six, not impossible to dodge but far more likely to make contact in their assault. They will not yield for anything though a single random mote of sunlight between the trees burns one, though oddly he runs through whole patches of shadows and raw sunlight and not getting burned at all so whatever the rules are it is hard to say. The psychic and physical assault increase, and the child merely seems to be...waiting.

Irina-As17 has posed:
Irina-AS17 wasn't even sure if she was hallucinating at this point, she tries crisscrossing the street to see if changing the lighting at any points was going to harm the creatures or at least slow them down. She can easily do so by hopping over the cars and skipping between them and the street, sometimes taking a bit of a ride on them and letting them carry her a ways ahead before they eventually stop, or she gets knocked off the car by a tendril. By the her body was completely sore from top to bottom, her heart was pumping with adrenaline and she was breathing heavily, but she tenses every muscle in her body and forces herself to keep moving, she just wasn't sure for how much longer she could.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
The tentacles grab her, all at once proving more than once as the blows land that they are quite definitively not a hallucination, and the blows land one after the other trying to get through the child, to physically strike at him, cornering her right next to a large truck though she is able to shield the child.

The psychic assault is much worse though still not telepathic, boring into her and finally causing the dispassionate child to scream in ripping pain of madness, though all around grapple their heads trying to keep out the whispers they are peripheral at best, the sun rising slowly in the sky.

Irina-As17 has posed:
Irina-AS17 growls out constantly, roaring in her raccoon-like way as she keeps steady and shields the child as best she can. She knows she's going to need to go back to the organization to recover for a while after this, but it should give them some interesting data at the very least. If the sun is the key as she believed than she just had to hold on a bit longer, just keep on steady and not let go.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Finally the sunlight causes the tentacles to burst into flame. The psychic assault continues though and it pounds for several moments longer before the figure sending them has to fade into nothing and into the numerous tunnels beneath the city. After a while, it is over. And people move on as if nothing had happened.

The child, not shocked at all says, "I'd like to go to school now.