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[ open - July Catch-All ]

Who: Keith, OPEN
What: Being evil, falling in love, worsening corruption, contemplating suicide, getting killed, waking up, facing judgement, feeling lonely... just another day in Trench
When: All through July, specific dates for prompts will be in headers
Where: Various places around Trench

Content Warnings: Death and suicide are the big ones. Feelings of abandonment and self-loathing. Probably all kinds of violence and stuff. Others will be added per thread.

Links to threads will be added as they're made
July 1 - 9: General havoc around town. Violence, crime, anger, growing beasthood, influenced by The Evil
July 10: Death, closed to Lance, Sasuke, possibly Sakura, any other CR who might be involved with finding bodies and helping squids break out of crystal
July 11 - 17: Recovery, TBD (likely closed to close CR, Plot with me?, recovery and squid-time will be in Sasuke's pond...)
Rest of the month: TBD (Plot with me?)

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[It was certainly hot, but that wasn't stopping Keith's rampage. But, at the sound of someone approaching, he paused, listening. He gave a soft growl, annoyed that he might be interrupted, and dropped the crate he had pulled from a local vendor stand, letting it hit the ground with a wooden crack. He started moving towards what he had heard, aiming to get rid of whoever it was before they became a problem.]

[Magnet's hackles raise, prompting an uneasy feeling to hit Manabu and give him reason to slow to a stop and listen. the feeling of eyes on him is one thing, but he's getting the feeling of danger from the area.

as he starts to look around, his hand falls to the holstered pistol on his hip.

quietly:] ...What's out there, Magnet? [he's answered with a low growl.]

[Magnet's growl was echoed from not far away. Keith flexed his fingers, fangs bared, and then charged.]

You won't stop me!

[whoa.

the echoed growl was disconcerting enough, but when Manabu turns and sees a shape lunging out of the dark, he quickly lifts the pistol and fires at it before using the momentum of his move to hasten out of its trajectory.

adrenaline spikes, sending popping sparks of electricity up through his scalp. Magnet doesn't waste time in meeting lunge for lunge, ready to jump in and chomp a limb to stop its assault on his person.]

[There was a burst of cold as Keith manifested ice as soon as he saw the weapon swing in his direction. He shifted his momentum to react, the ice shattering when the bullet struck and burst through. It grazed Keith's arm as he shifted his momentum.

He raised his hands then, firing off several sharp icicles at Manabu. Projectiles, huh? Keith could do that, too.]

[oh. bad. standing his ground to fire now turns out to be a bad idea.

Manabu brings up his forearms to shield his face as ice zips past him, lacerating fabric and skin alike on their way. where blood is drawn, sparks flicker and pop, attracted to metal and the ends of his hair as a long-standing static.

while Magnet jumps up to latch onto one of Keith's arms, Manabu darts down the street in search of cover, hopping over an idle wagon while he checks his pistol's settings and watches shadows moving on the wall nearby to give him an idea of where he's at.]

[Evilized Keith doesn't care about a dog. The Evil had drawn on Keith's Galra strength and endurance, contorting him into something bigger and stronger. He flicked his arm, trying to dislodge the dog from its grip on his arm, intending to track down his opponent.]

[credit to the little guy where it's due: Magnet's got grip. the dog dangles, flopping here and there and doing not but growling loudly and keeping his jaws firmly shut on the arm - the slightest bit of edge for his person to both hear where they're at and maybe keep a fewer projectiles from flying.

that's the best Manabu can hope for, really, and he doesn't waste time once he hears the snarling. he peeks out of cover and sends a few shots out before booking it further down the street and ducking around a building corner for fresh cover.]

[The not-quite-beast version of Keith snarled back at Magnet, feeling the dog's teeth digging sharply through his sleeve and into his arm now. Have fun with freezing coldblood forming ice around those jaws once those fangs pierced the skin beneath.

At least, until Keith's enhanced temper kicked in, and he set his own arm on fire in order to force the omen to release him.]

[there's a yelp, and then Magnet dissipates, his form vanishing in a puff of vapor. even knowing the omen's fine, Manabu can't help but wince at the sound, something that makes his stomach roil with anxiety and floods his system with fresh adrenaline.

he can't let this monster rampage freely and do some real damage. after a minute of taking stock of the pathways around him, trying to quickly map out the best one to get this guy away from more lived-in places.]

This way, ugly!

[once he's decided, he reappears around a corner, firing attention-seeking shots at Keith's feet, standing his ground until it's clear he's going to give chase. from there it's time to run like hell.]

[Evil Keith snarled as he spun to face Manabu again. It didn't take much to get Keith going, but he was fast in this form, chasing his 'prey' down. That said, he wasn't thinking clearly and, whereas he probably could have coated the ground in ice to gain an advantage, he didn't, just charging forward at full tilt, looking to use his increased size to just barrel his opponent down.]

[Manabu's only got a few free seconds to wrack his brain about this beast, and he can't help but think there's an air of familiarity in them that shouldn't be there? but he can't really-- OH SHIT NOPE NO MORE THINKING JUST RUNNING, this thing is FAST.

that dreadful awareness of space filling up behind him threatens to override Manabu's senses and just straight-up panic, but he manages to rein it in enough to bring his pistol close to his chest before he's tackled down. that way, in the midst of twisting and trying to break free, he can push the barrel and press it up against the flesh baring down on him and fire away.]

[Keith barely manages to grab Manabu's wrist and push before he fires, the bullet grazing Keith's arm. He shoved hard, making to twist the arm back and away from him in the hope that his opponent would drop the gun. If not, he would move to pin that hand against the ground before pulling back with his other for a hooked punch across the face.]

[it's not a real brawl if Manabu's not getting decked in the face, and yet every time it happens, he can't help but feel outrage like it's a brand new concept. he nearly bites down on his tongue when he grits his teeth and takes the hit. while the hand holding the pistol is captive, Manabu works to get his other hand free.

once he does, he brings it to Keith's face, heating up and igniting with searing heat.]

Get! OFF ME!

[The heat near his face triggered something, and Keith jumped back, releasing Manabu. He hesitated, his crossed in front of his face, hunched down, almost fighting himself for a moment before his temper spiked and he almost completely burst into flame himself.

It was just a primal roar before he charged in again, flames everywhere.]

[Manabu doesn't waste the chance to get back up when space is made to do so, and the heat of Keith's flames is at his back when it flares up. it just serves to spur him into moving again, his omen reappearing in a puff of steam to race ahead.]

Go, Magnet! Lamp! Lamp!

[because he needs to get the hell out of here once he's finished this merry chase away from populated streets.]

C'mon, ugly! This way!

[It was probably a good thing Keith wasn't going to remember Manabu calling him 'ugly' so many times.

But he definitely continued chasing him down. He pulled back one arm during his run at some point and hurled a fireball like a baseball towards Manabu's head. He might want to duck.]

[real shame he's not looking behind him to know he's supposed to duck.]

GYAH--!

[Manabu staggers a few steps, flinching when fire bites at his neck and scalp. also a real shame he doesn't have his hunter's jacket on for that, but it's summer - it's too hot! so he'll just have to deal with the searing.

he hops a tilted, iron fence into an abandoned potter's field, relieved to see buildings spacing out as a sign of low population, but...that's less cover for him! he has to keep his eyes on the prize - namely, his dog banking out of the field and toward the dim glow of an incoming lantern. this emboldens him to whirl around and fire a few wild laser potshots before hopping the other side of the fence and veering down the street after Magnet.

with the lantern in sight, Manabu drops to a trot to turn back around and take a couple more precise shots, aiming for shoulders, for legs...]

[Oh, look, Keith was chasing him on all fours now. He crashed through the dilapidated fence on one side of the field, but leapt over the other. It wasn't like a potter's field was going to have big fancy fences, anyway, especially not an abandoned one. Dodging the random potshots was easy, as they were badly aimed to begin with. The creature snarled.]

You cannot stop me!

[Keith's speed was unrelenting, and he kept up the full charge. When he saw the weapon aimed at him, he attempted to switch from being covered in flames to having icy armor. But ice doesn't work well against lasers, and it burned a hole through the armor enough that Keith actually yelped and stopped advancing for the moment, changing his tactic from a full charge to something more serpentine in approach. He zig-zagged his way closer, making himself harder to hit. And then the Evil, fully aware of Keith's powers, tapped into something Keith hadn't learned he could do, yet.

He crackled with electricity for a mere second before shooting bolts at Manabu.

There was still some distance between them, though. If Manabu were to run, he'd make the lamp before Keith...]

Edited 2022-09-04 07:43 (UTC)

[it can talk?!

...wait. that voice...is he crazy, or is there something familiar about--

NOPE NEVER MIND THINK ABOUT IT LATER. Magnet's sharp, urgent barking, coupled with Keith's supernatural speed jolts Manabu out of the shock of the voice; he chances a couple more shots before giving that up, turning and racing for the lamp.

anywhere but here is good, he's thinking, but that's likely not going to get him anywhere at all. so where--]

Willful Machine! [sure! that one! he shouts it just as he makes a leaping dive and catch the lamppost by the hand and hug close to it, bracing himself for any parting-gift swipes before the fog can fully envelop and spirit him a way.]

[Surprise! Granted, whatever vocabulary Keith had left at this point was pretty limited, so it was doubtful that he was going to have a full-on conversation with Manabu while stuck like this.

For a moment, he thought he had him... his quarry had fallen, curling up in a ball on the ground. He reeled back, ready to throw a long javelin-like icicle... the fog began to gather, and Keith had a feeling as to what that meant. He snarled in anger. No! No! He couldn't let him get away! He flung the ice at the last possible second...

He'd never know if it actually made contact. He roared in frustration as Manabu disappeared.]

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