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modormenace ([personal profile] modormenace) wrote in [community profile] f20202020-09-23 03:48 pm

FINALE: Synod & Conclusion

The Synod should have ended on the 21st, but a blackout traps all the attendees in the facility. The train won't move. The Gates won't reverse. The anomaly outside would eradicate anything attempting to cross the stygian wasteland. All anyone can do is wait.

On the 23rd, a network message informs all imPorts their time has come to an end. Their presence is tearing this world apart, and in order to save it, the Resistance must destroy the Porter. All imPorts depend on it for survival, and will die along with it—
but humanity will triumph.

THE CATALYST TO
THE FINALE
THE
REBELS
ATTACK

A hastily-assembled team of various faction members rushes to the Porter's defense. When they arrive, they find that their extremist opponents are imPorts themselves. Some of them might have once been called friends. Others have remained in the shadows, sleeper forces of the Resistance. While the saboteurs continue their work, fighters leap into battle against all those who've arrived to defend the Porter.

[OOC: Please tag the above top-level if you'd like some mod-run NPC combat! We'll be able to back/tag several PCs for at least 2 weeks from today.]

Not only must enemy combatants be defeated, but a complex series of timed explosive devices threatens to destroy the Porter controls, forcing a desperate call for technical experts and finesse powers.

 

Only partway into the showdown, a minor explosion rips through the crowd and takes out combatants on both sides. An alarm begins to scream. Total annihilation has been averted, but the Porter's shields are crumbling.

ESCAPE THE SYNOD

Though the terrorists are now in custody, there's a bigger problem. The facility is no longer safe. The Gates, echoing the damaged Porter, still haven't reversed polarity. Everyone will have to escape via the Death Train, which isn't equipped for so many imPorts in high concentration. It'll need additional shielding and the reprogramming for multiple trips, which means tech-minded imPorts will have to cooperate to overcome its automated settings.

ImPorts must divide into smaller groups because the destination station at the White City may overload too. Batches of ImPorts pile together for the ride in much more cramped quarters than they're used to. Several are injured from the attack, others are dying, and it'll be a long and harrowing journey before they can reach a hospital for treatment. ImPorts steal moments for hurt and comfort, as well as moments of revelation and intimacy.

Even for those left unscathed, they must swiftly transfer through the White City and travel back to their home factions via conventional means, or risk causing dimensional chaos as more ImPorts arrive behind them.

THE QUIET

Once the Death Train arrives at the White City with the last of the Synod attendees on board, it seems like the worst is over. While anyone wanting to leave the city is free to use conventional means to do so, some choose to remain in Florida to recuperate, strategize or tend to the wounded.

For three days, everything looks like it might be returning to normal.

ImPorts are likely to resume life as usual, continuing with politicking and personal lives alike. After all, there's a year to go until the next Synod-- and despite everything, new ImPorts still arrive through the battered Porter facility.

DEATH DOME EXPANDS

On September 26th, sensors indicate a wave of cosmic radiation moving toward the White City. The reason is obvious enough: damage to the Porter has destabilized the Death Dome and now it's rapidly expanding. If it isn't stopped, it'll swallow the city within days. After that, scientists fear it may tear through the entire planet.

The White Tower immediately puts out a call for aid. Citizens of the city will have to be evacuated en masse. They plead for every imPort who is able to come forward and work to halt the growth of the Dome using whatever means necessary. If they don't work together, no one's getting out of this alive.

Most terrifying of all, the Death Dome's "cosmic radiation" causes permanent death, shredding and scattering energy and matter across the multiverse. Unshielded contact means no resurrection within this world ever again. To those who dream of someday returning to home dimensions, the mysteries of these physics is steeped with terrifying unknowns.

[OOC: Per this OOC plotting question, contact with the Death Dome destroys the AU version of a character permanently, but not their MoM counterpart. See the thread for more details.]

UNTIMELY ARRIVALS

Anyone Porting in during the Death Dome expansion, whether for the first time or resurrecting, finds the Porter facility is horrifically unstable. Heavy strands of permanently lethal entropic energy weave through visible cracks in the walls. They must escape through a Gate as quickly as possible, or risk an untimely death!

Under pressure, it might be harrowing to choose an ImPort city and faction. No sooner than they do, and step through the Gate, that they find that the world is in uproar, though their new home may well be in denial, strategically or otherwise.

UNITED
FRONT
CHARACTER
(FACTION)
CONTAINMENT
Krakoa
Anakin Skywalker
Luminary
Jane Foster
Krakoa
White Tower
Luke Skywalker
Empire of Light
COMMUNICATIONS
Krakoa
Kang
Seekers of the New Dawn
Luminary
SUPPORT
Ysanne Poirier
Northwestern Imperium
TRANSPORTATION
Luther Hargreeves
Krakoa
Minimus Ambus
White Tower (R)
MISCELLANY
Rey Palpatine
White Tower
 

Faced with a cosmic anomaly, ImPorts take heroic measures in the ground and air in Florida and beyond to save natives and perhaps even their kind alike.

[OOC: The above character 'sub-rosters' reflect the IC involvement based on this plotting form. We'll attempt to link top-levels here, and further incorporate your RP into a conclusion post on or by October 1. Feel free to top-level, and of course backtag/sandbox indefinitely!]

FINAL OUTCOMES

At the nth hour, on September 30, two ImPorts, Shouta and Tomura of Equality Before Law make it into the Porter and manage, incredibly, to stabilize the damaged Fate technology with use of reality-warping abilities.

As the Death Dome begins to shrink back to its original circumference, it leaves behind a bizarre, scarred landscape, and a fine dusting of eerie crystalline particles of inscrutable chemical makeup. It may take years before the land is arable again, but the day is saved. For now.


OOC Links

pillz: (look)

death train (for josh & ota);

[personal profile] pillz 2020-09-24 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[kavinsky is on a train. but he isn't kavinsky.

rather, he's not the kavinsky that belongs to this world anymore. he awakened to find himself in the belching, damaged porter and couldn't remember what the fuck he did to die this time-- last he remembered, he was hanging out at the limbic system house in de chima. only to realize, suddenly, that he had far larger problems than what if a piece of ceiling fell off during renovations and murdered him.

and people here keep asking him for orders. instructions. logistical information. a couple even asked if he was all right, and mentioned david alleyne is wearing his 'armor?' (what the fuck is 'white tower?')

an hour in and he's managed to get away from the followers, onto the death train. people have cut him a break at this point, giving him a wide berth: they know he's just resurrected because apparently he died in a fairly public very gross mess? hella uncool. with those fifteen minutes of breathing room, he's put one and one together; after all, the dimensional rift to the city taught him a thing or two about parallel worlds.

one and one. that only leaves a million unanswered questions.

he's sitting aboard the death train as it clicks and clacks along, his head plugged into earphones and his comms device. dual purpose: first, earphones universally signal 'don't fucking talk to me right now;' second, he's voraciously catching up on as many of 'this kavinsky's life experiences as he can find. after all, his first instinct is always to lie.]
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[personal profile] goldtoxicity 2020-09-24 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ i'm a politician who dies and comes back to life like a fucking video game character

they didn't play the same games growing up. he knows that. josh grew up with the super nintendo, the nintendo 64, and the games he played the ones where there's only a finite amount of lives. eventually the counter hits zero and its a game over. no continues. kavinsky's more modern, born later in a different world, where checkpoints and infinite lives were features instead of cheats tucked away in the magazines.

and so when josh hears those words, he never finds solace in them. he only thinks that sometimes death is forever. eventually you run out of men.

and so when david turns up and tells him what happened, tells him he's gone in this mess. reality shattering around them, the porter probably to blame, he thinks that's it. game over. kavinsky's out of continues and the words he should have said that night (i love you, just come with me this time) were left as implications. he'd gone to the spot - the body - stubborn and refusing to listen to the danger when there was a chance, even the smallest of possibilities, that he could lay hands on what remains of him and bring him back.

but there wasn't anything. just the glasses, miraculously in one piece despite the gore splattered across them. he's been sitting in the car krakoa has overtaken - one turned into a medbay more than anything else - trying to get his head on straight. and its only when someone tells him to go take a break and get some air that he actually listens, glasses still tucked away in his pocket as he gets up and goes.

the cars are pure sensory overload. stressed out imports of all shapes and sizes, with their wildly different origins and genetic makeup. it's no more relaxing than where he was before, and he feels useless out here. useless.

at least until something familiar catches his attention. there he is. the little fuck. scared him half to fucking death, couldn't even be assed to send a message letting him know everything is fine, just immediately thrown back into work. ]


Jesus. [ his voice wavers. he's rushing over before he can stop himself. secrecy be damned. his hands come up, cupping kavinsky's pale face in the gentlest of touches. almost reverent. he looks like he might start crying. ] Holy shit, Joseph. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?
chenqing_player: (air talisman)

[personal profile] chenqing_player 2020-09-24 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian is surprised when the man doesn't avoid the fire but instead charges through it. Those spirits try to put themselves between him and Eli in order to slow the man's path while Wei Wuxian leaps backwards to get away. what could possibly be possessing him to endure this kind of torture?

Wei Wuxian tosses out two binding talisman to try and stop Eli's movements. One aimed for his legs and another for his arms.

"Why are you so determined to follow this path??"
pillz: (fw think)

[personal profile] pillz 2020-09-24 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[cue a brief spate of robot laughter from kavinsky.]

And here I was thinking you're boring. Good one, Alleyne.

[crack. it's a sound from overhead, concrete trembling. kavinsky sticks out one robot arm over david's head, in time to spare him from the worst of dust. just a heavy cloud of fat speckles, showering down, undignified. somewhere in the distant reaches of the building there's a groan of structures battered by the cosmic radiation outside.]

But I gotta say, son. I'm a little worried you're treating this like it's a sprint. It sure as fuck isn't a marathon, but ETA from the other techs is we still got hours to go, and you're barely standing. [kavinsky scans david's face. his arm.] I know our biokinetic is busy triaging, but such thing as liquid bandages, man. And water.

When was the last time you drank some water?
pillz: (huh)

cw past drug use

[personal profile] pillz 2020-09-24 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[in the past fifteen minutes, kavinsky has learned more about his au self than you would have thought possible. that's the dubious benefit of living a politician's life-- and the life of a politician being groomed for king of a technopath's empire, no less.

there is so much footage. both private and public. apparently, the ai and software in his phone are totally unable to differentiate between him, the imposter, and the original owner of this device. he's seen flirty texts to a dozen people, a haphazard dream log of encounters with unimaginable people. he's seen how much work this kavinsky used to get done in a day, his responsibilities.

honestly, it makes him feel like a fucking child.

then suddenly: josh. and the look at the biokinetic gives him, the touch on his face, feels anything but childlike. it's a wild rush, both nostalgic and totally unfamiliar. he's been in love before; more than once. he was even loved back. but that was two years and one heart ago. and literally in another lifetime.

anyway cue a look that's sort of deer in headlights. but kavinsky's 'deer in headlights' look is considerably less obvious than most people's; he's a trained liar. even without cocaine in his system anymore, he's peculiarly 'apart' from himself. he just fails to blink, looking at josh's face in complete and utter confusion.

quick. think.]


You can't get a heart attack, dude.

[sure. that works.]
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[personal profile] goldtoxicity 2020-09-24 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there's a beat. a flicker of confusion across josh's own tired golden feature. there's not a track of humor there, no relief in his own gaze... is he acting because they're more in public than they usually are?

suddenly self conscious he pulls back, pulling his nearly trademarked glasses from his front pocket and offering them out like they're something truly precious. ]


You're really testing the limits of that theory.
pillz: (another icon with tongue stuff in it)

[personal profile] pillz 2020-09-24 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[oh my god. what are those? kavinsky almost asks out loud. i wear glasses?

i wear glasses?

lying 101. win them back, don't over-explain.

lying 102, the best lies have a grain of truth.]


I'm sorry. I'm sorry, [this kavinsky seems like the kind of person who'd actually say sorry if he was. the words taste foreign in his mouth, but it's not as difficult as it is when he actually feels defensive. slowly, he reaches over to take the glasses.] I just-- it was a weird Port-in. I mean the banged station was one thing, but the machine was really screwed up too and that was... you know.

[it's been a lot to process, in so short a time. but he's given to understand that was the extremists' plan in the first place, to wipe out all imports by destroying the porter itself.]

Are you okay?

[he isn't sure why josh pulled away. clumsily, he reaches over to grab the other boy's hand. to be fair, it's not the first time they've done that; not even to him. (grain of truth.)]
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Marvel Comics (Poor Planning (Injured))

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2020-09-24 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks.

[The dust from above really would have been an annoyance. Being concussed would have been horrible. But David doesn’t argue the point that he’s tired. Wasted with fatigue. And in the end, he can’t stop the fact that he’s like this. He can’t get away from it.]

I’m barely standing because I nearly died protecting the Porter. Unlike you, I haven’t seen our biokinetic because I’ve been sitting here the whole time since then, right against this one particular access point, directing everything I can. There have been no supplies, no water brought to me.

[Everyone that knew him assumed he, David Alleyne, was put together enough to have already planned for that. The rest didn’t seem like they quite knew what to do with the strange man that almost snarled when people tried to take him from the access point.]
everduring: (ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴜɴ ᴛᴏ?)

[personal profile] everduring 2020-09-24 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
That stops Eli in his tracks, freezing him in place. He looks down, considering his still-burning now-bound limbs, and tests the strength of those talismans. No, he's truly stuck. With that conclusion, he stops struggling altogether.

He's an awful sight at this point, and now that he's motionless and his clothing has almost completely burned away, it's obvious what's happening: his flesh is regenerating as fast as it's burning, endless fuel for a continuous torture.

He looks at Wei Wuxian. Incredibly, despite burning alive, he seems to be giving honest thought to that question. "Humanity," he answers, hoarse yet measured, "deserves to survive."
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[personal profile] goldtoxicity 2020-09-24 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that's... a good point. if the porter is acting up then there's no telling what that port in was like. josh sighs, gripping his hand tightly. letting all that healing energy radiate out, trying to calm and soothe however he can.

they've got relative privacy here. he sits across from him, letting his other hand fall to cover kavinsky's. ]


I'm good. I was just...

[ scared shitless. ]

I didn't know if people were still coming back or not... and with what happened to Stark...
timestones: (۞ 021)

[personal profile] timestones 2020-09-24 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Following Kavinsky's transmission, Stephen quickly shifts gears.

Being summoned to pick up Stark is irritating on multiple levels. Conceptually, Stephen knows he's better suited to assisting with keeping reality in tact and transporting people out than he is diverting his attention toward one man whose actions over the years may or may not have contributed to the mess they're seeing now, but it'd probably be quicker to just get on with it than argue.

The plan seems pretty simple: open up a portal, find Pepper, open another portal, get them both to Stark. Very simple, very do-able, very easy to undertake in a matter of seconds when you're a wizard.

The portal that opens up behind Pepper lasts for only the briefest of seconds to allow Stephen to float his way through before another opens up to the hotel suite that Kavinsky has provided directions to.]


Pardon me.

[That's basically the only warning poor Pepper gets before the space around her is forcibly altered, not from her walking through the freshly opened portal herself, but from Stephen bringing the portal over her instead (Loki can probably relate to this feeling), though he is very much right behind her, stepping through the sparking, swirling gate himself and into the suite before snapping the portal closed behind them.]
chenqing_player: (What did  you say to me?)

[personal profile] chenqing_player 2020-09-24 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian is a lot of things but cruel he is not. He blows away the flames while keeping the binding in place. He keeps a safe distance and frowns at the answer. "But are the imPorts not also part of humanity? Why do they not deserve the same life? And aren't all the resistance also part of the imPorts? Is this all really just a suicide mission?"

His hand is pressing on the bullet wound from earlier as if to do what he can to stop the bleeding now that he has a moment to breath.
fremde: (ᴛʜᴇɴ ʜɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ)

[personal profile] fremde 2020-09-24 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
It's easy to overlook Jonas, even without all this distraction. He's more accustomed to observation than action, both central and irrelevant to the flurry of movement around him. He trails after David without any particular urgency, and by the time he makes himself known, he's standing just a few feet away.

"Have you convinced yourself that this is something you can prevent?"
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Marvel Comics (Man With The Plan (Glasses))

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2020-09-24 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh what a silly question. The technopathic link is pushed back further in his head as it searches out the bombs before turning to the source of the voice. He offers a half amused smirk that doesn’t even make it to his lips.

“I can’t prevent every disaster that is presented to me. I can’t stop every one of you from breaking something that is already damn well broken enough without your help. And I probably can’t stop the end of the world. But see, that’s the thing this place doesn’t get. That people like you don’t get.”

The psychic blades in his hands, glowing with a soft golden light, grow into longer, dueling style dirks. Made up of psychic energy they’re stronger than convictions, faster than a rumor, and sharper than a harsh word. Thoughts, it turns out, make great weapons.

“In my world I was raised as a mutant. I’m used to people trying to kill me and everything like me. And I’m used to doing what it takes to survive, especially if it means I can pound their damn, self-satisfied faces first.”
fremde: (ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ)

[personal profile] fremde 2020-09-24 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Jonas doesn't look particularly satisfied with anything about this. In fact, he looks downright miserable, but it's impossible to tell whether it's the situation that's at the heart of his misery or whether he's always this way. His gaze drops briefly to the luminous blades, but he doesn't attempt to reach for the M16 that's slung across his back.

"Is that what you want?" he asks, taking a step forward. "To survive a little longer so that you can take this world down with you?"
everduring: (ʀᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ)

[personal profile] everduring 2020-09-25 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
It's nearly instant. As soon as the flames are gone, so are Eli's injuries. The only evidence of the fire is in the singed tatters of his clothes and the soot all around him. The dagger, still lodged beneath his collarbone, glows with heat for a little while longer.

"ImPorts aren't human," he says, his voice now as smooth as his skin. "We are abominations. A blight on this planet. Every breath we take is a breath stolen from the people of this world. We bring our curse with us wherever we go."
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[personal profile] chenqing_player 2020-09-25 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian flinches. He has often considered himself a curse on those he cares about. All he did was bring misfortune. But to hear all of them thought of in that way is painful because he definitely doesn't see Lan Wangji, his Shijie, Wen Ning..or any of the others to be abominations in any way. And he never will. Which means he will have to kill every since extremist if he can so that they don't carry on their plan.

The dead have reached them and Wei Wuxian moves himself behind Eli. The target is on his own body but he quickly transfers that talisman to Eli.

"We might be abominations..but there are other imPorts that are not. And I will not let those ones die. We will perish here so they can live."
everduring: (ᴏ sɪɴɴᴇʀᴍᴀɴ)

[personal profile] everduring 2020-09-25 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Eli's sharp eyes follow Wei Wuxian as he circles around, until they can follow no longer, and then he bows his head. Some might take it as a sign of defeat. Others might recognize it as devotional.

"Is this what you do?" he asks. "Defile the dead by forcing them to do your demonic work for you? It's not too late to cleanse yourself in God's eyes. Do His work to save this world from creatures like us and there's still a chance to find redemption in His kingdom. Let these pitiful souls rest and pray with me, instead."
chenqing_player: (dark and sinister)

[personal profile] chenqing_player 2020-09-25 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"I can't be saved. I've already died once and been called back to continue my demonic ways. I can no longer walk the path of light and I can't believe in a God that would ask his followers to kill the innocent."

The blood that has been spilled by Wei Wuxian's hands and demonic cultivation is numerous and this man isn't the first to ask him to cast aside his taboo use of the dead. But he will be the last.

everduring: (ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ)

[personal profile] everduring 2020-09-25 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"You believe we're killing the innocent," Eli continues, undeterred, "yet you raise those supposedly innocent souls to torture them beyond the grave. You're doing worse than killing them right now, dragging them away from their peace. It doesn't have to be this way."
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[personal profile] chenqing_player 2020-09-25 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Do they not have every right to get revenge against the ones who stole their life? Using their own hands to kill you will allow them to move on."

Wei Wuxian starts walking towards the rest of the extremists. He has more to take down before they can put their plan into motion.
everduring: (ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ)

[personal profile] everduring 2020-09-25 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
It would be best, when leaving an enemy to die, to ensure first that he is capable of dying. Eli doesn't bother to distract Wei Wuxian any longer. He waits, instead, for the dead to descend upon him. With any luck, they'll tear him limb from limb.
chenqing_player: (Serious business)

[personal profile] chenqing_player 2020-09-25 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian doesn't bother to engage the other extremists, instead just marking them each with the talisman that will draw the dead to them. It's a cruel way to do things but if he is just going to keep encountering people who can heal from the other attacks then it is his only option.

He knows that if the dead start to attack then it will break the binding talismans that are on Eli. He also isn't sure that they will even be enough to kill him but it is all he has left.

He pulls chenqing from his waistband and stares at it sadly. This will be the last tune he ever plays, not believing that he will be so lucky as to return from the dead twice. He brings the flute to his lips and starts to play. The WangXian tune filling the sky as a way to block out the sounds of the dead as they attack their prey. Chenqing is how he controls spirits and draws all the dead who can hear it in their direction along with the ones that have reached Eli.
everduring: (ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ)

[personal profile] everduring 2020-09-25 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
For a terrible few moments, while he's helpless to do anything to stop them, Eli is overwhelmed by the dead. They descend on him like ravenous vermin, and in the midst of it all, Eli prays for them. He prays as his bones break and mend, flesh torn away and healed, body lurching free from the talisman trap.

It delays him for longer than he'd like, as he stumbles toward the gun he'd discarded earlier. With every step, he's fighting them off.

Once he's got his weapon in hand, he saves his bullets for the Pied Piper. No use wasting them on the dead. As soon as he has a clear shot at Wei Wuxian, he fires.
chenqing_player: (Yeah I get it)

[personal profile] chenqing_player 2020-09-25 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
He closes his eyes, says silent apologies and goodbyes to those he cares about. Perhaps he has done enough to buy the reinforcements some time. The dead will still come, perhaps his own body even among them once his life expires.

As the bullet enters his body, chenqing falls from his fingers. The flute hits the floor with a clang as it's owner follows, falling to his knees.

"You won't win..."

He opens his eyes and looks at Eli briefly as those blood covered hands make one final talisman.

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