ENDGAME - STOP THE RIG

[goneawaymod]

Who: Anyone that wants in.
What: Busting the rig open
Where: Multiple Places
When: After Saturday exploded the situation
Warnings/Notes: Probably violence.

The end is near.

The signal for the nanochains is temporarily blocked but it won't last forever. Several things need to be done in a very short amount of time to end this thing in a way that isn't disastrous.

Aren't you all tired of being nice? Don't you just want to go apeshit?

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[wheyoftheadept]

Saturday holds her ground, though her legs shake with the cement as it shatters. Guts is crouching down, head in one hand, groaning like the clash of armies. She lowers her arm slowly, watching.

"Guts? Come back to us, chummer. It's okay. No harm done. The beast in your armor isn't all you are. Remember - " she seizes on something, anything. " - remember you got people. If you went away I'd be pissed, and sad. So would Loken, an' Dan, an' all your friends back home. Gettin' mad can keep us safe but not this time. Not when there's no enemy in the room. Real enemy is upstairs, on the roof. Save the fight for them!"

And, slowly, she reaches towards his helmet. He keeps trying to claw it off; she can't help thinking that's important.

"Lemme help. You're not in this alone."

[garmr]

He manages to retain himself enough for her hand to touch the steel jaws unharmed, but the armor would draw her in as soon as fingers touched metal. The physical quickly dissolves into an ethereal blackness. A sense of floating, of a noiseless astral nothingness with no direction. An empty void.

And then beneath (or above) appears the outer tendrils of a massive vortex of hellfire, burning and raging wildly in all directions. With light comes heat, and sparks. It's a consciousness twisted so far out of itself that all that's left is an enraged and soulful howling into the ethereal nothingness all around.

At the center of it roars the hound, a shimmering figure in the flames.

[wheyoftheadept]

Saturday yells when the helmet takes her. She can't help it. It's cold, the kind of cold that burns right down to the bone. When she catches her breath, the void is around her, above her, below her. Everywhere. She feels - nothing, none of the ripples of the worldweb and the creatures moving through it. Dead -

For a moment she thinks she might be, and has to choke back a scream. Then she orients herself, and sees the inferno, the hound in the inferno.

Aw, shit

"Guts!" she cries out, into the black. "Guts! I'm here! Where are you! Guts!"