Doom 3 Event: Part 2 Log

[crux_npcs]

Who: Everyone!
What: Part 2 of the Event. Kicking butt mostly.
When: Anytime during the event
Where: In the rip and around it.
Warnings: Violence.

To say that demons patrolled the area would be a lie. They didn't have the mental process to actively work up something of that sort. Instead, they simply waited where they were, hoping for someone to come across their paths. For some demons, they'd happily get in fights with their own brethren if provoked into it. Their only allegiance seemed to lay in causing as much chaos as possible and straight up killing.

Occasionally, they ventured outside the hole in space but with the current incursion of others, they tended to stay inside. All the better fighting took place inside anyway. And other than the guests, there were more than a few AFLAK agents inside the hole. The demons were definitely ready for the amusement that was inevitably going to be showing its face.

[OOC: Everyone is free to start their own threads with this! Saturday, the crystal destruction thread will go up. NPCs/enemies will visit threads and feel free to request any that you want specifically.]

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[driftlock]

Well, that was alarming. And Deadlock reacts to alarm the same way he reacts to just about everything: by escalating violence.

"You think so? Try this face then!" He'll pound down the corridor, launching himself headlong at the creature, until he was brought up--embarrassingly short--by the whip. Which really fraggin' hurts!

[crux_npcs]

The beast chuckled at his aggression. It was just up his alley, after all.

"You might just yet make a good servant for the Blood God. After all, he cares not where the blood comes from as long as it is spilled."

With that, he pulls HARD on the whip in an effort to jerk the machine over.

[driftlock]

"Frag your blood god. Don't even have blood!" So there, ugly. Only gross organics have blood. He's neither.

However, he does have, you know, pain sensors, and that fraggin' hurts. "Hey!" Screw fairness, he's shooting. Or trying to, if being jerked around like that doesn't frag up his aim.

[crux_npcs]

He has no issue laughing off the pain in return. In fact, his laughter shakes the corridor.

"No one can call you a coward, I see! You would be intent on going down fighting. You will make a good specimen. Or sacrifice."

Another loud laugh and Deadlock is getting pulled down the hallway, to parts unknown.

[driftlock]

Frag, this guy could give Turmoil a run for the money in the Creepy Big Bully category. It would be a very slow, lumbering run.

"Or slaggin' victor." You forgot Option C in your multiple choice test, there, ugly. Don't worry, Deadlock's got it for you, flailingg to try to kick at, well, anything.

[crux_npcs]

"Feel glad that I simply do not have you possessed right now. Being a machine does not make you immune to that."

What a horrifying life it would be to share a body with a demon. Regardless of the flailing, he bodily tosses Deadlock into a room and slams the door shut after releasing the whip. Now to summon some demon guards because it can never be that easy.

[smallest]

While on the route to escape this hellhole, Francœur suddenly stopped. His hearing, while usually keen to anything musical, had picked up a familiar voice. Was there more here, taken just as he was? As terrified as he was of this place, he could not just abandon someone here.

He clicked under his breath, quietly urging for Flashpoint's attention. He followed the faint sounds until he reached the next corridor. He peeked around the corner just in time to see a familiar robot thrown into a room. The big beast left, only to be replaced by a number of smaller guards. He looked desperately at Flashpoint for what her decision would be. He wanted to help but he could not do this alone.

bc rescuing is totally the IN thing to do

[shitflashpointsays]

"What?" she says before stopping to listen--sloppy of her really, in her heyday it'd have been different--but her optics follow Francœur's signals intently and then she hears it too. Voices, one of them familiar? She follows after him, footplates scuffing softly on the floor instead of their usual heavy stomp. She rumbles thoughtfully at the scene. Lots of guards, could be chaos.

Flashpoint's optics flick down to her bug buddy. "Can you do that thing you did before? Distract 'em?" Then she can break the door down. Because, ya know, finesse is totally Francœur's department.

All the fleas in Paris are doing it

[smallest]

He softly rasped as he nodded. They were not like that large one from before; he should be able to handle them. He turned the guitar in his hands and he began playing a romantic melody. Luckily, the corridors carried sound rather well and each guard fell under the effects of the music.

Francœur stepped out of hiding, leading the guards away from the door. He was not sure exactly what type of dance it was that they were doing, if it could even be called a dance at all. It looked, frankly, incredibly embarrassing and he was not sure if he should be watching them do this. His red eyes glanced up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the demons dancing around him.

Hurray rescue!

[driftlock]

Deadlock has had better days. That seems to be his constant refrain since he's arrived here, but. srsly. This kind of sucked. Big gross pink demon thing with a whip who was sort of like Turmoil but with an even worse sense of humor, and then this fraggin' room which he's been trying to get out of.

All he's got for his efforts at self-rescue (shush that is so not a euphemism for something kinky!) is a whanging headache, and a door that's been dented.

He must have knocked something loose with that last face-barrage, because he can swear he hears music. "Hey, Shut up. Trying to think in here." Trying.

whooops guess what loser didn't track this? >_<

[shitflashpointsays]

Her mouth twitches into a crooked smile as the music does its trick. "I have no idea what kind of dance that is but it looks lewd and ridiculous at the same time."

She's just going to slip past the group and their demon-salsa-ing or whatever it is and approach the door. But wow there's a familiar voice. She said Deadlock made a good damsel in distress but this is getting out of hand. "Oh, it's him" she says loudly, "Maybe. I. should. just. leave. him. in. there." Loud enough for him to hear, of course. Not like she means it...that much.

[smallest]

He hummed pitifully in response to her comment. It was everything she described and more, but he could not stop playing.

"Krr?" he chirped in a questioning tone. Was Flashpoint serious about leaving him? He hoped not.

[driftlock]

He almost wishes he could see this dancing they, well, she, were talking about, but that would involve actually showing curiosity and, yeah, we can't have that.

Until. "NO! Wait. Hey! Since you're here and all." He's the worst at wheedling. That doesn't even come close, does it. "Besides, its' no fraggin' time for music and dancing and scrap like you're doing."

[shitflashpointsays]

Well, Deadlock probably will see it in just a moment, because really how could she deprive him of such a glorious sight?

She turns to look shocked that he's heard her--excellent proof that Flashpoint shouldn't quit her day job and go into acting--and then shrugs at his wheedling. "Oh, well I suppose it would be cruel to leave you here to harass the demons forever." Mostly for the demons. "And it absolutely is the time for music and dancing. Because that is exactly the thing that will allow me to get you out of here."

Out comes that combat utility knife that is more utility and less knife, along with a slender pick-like tool. Her face disappears from the cell door window but then there's a jangle in the lock. This is so old school though it hurts, she'd be much faster if it were an electronic lock. Flashpoint looks over her shoulder to make sure Chirpy is still keeping the guards entertained since this might take a few tries.

[smallest]

Her acting made it obvious she was not serious. He smiled; their antics vaguely reminded him of a certain couple he knew back home.

When Flashpoint looked over, the group was still dancing as lewdly as ever. One of them bumped its rotting rump into Francœur. He tried to ignore it, looking helplessly at Flashpoint. The faster she got that door open the better; he wanted to be far away from these demons as soon as possible.

[driftlock]

Yup, this sure was Hell, if Hell was one of those situations where no choices were good ones and they were all terrible. Option one: stay here locked in a stupid cell. Option two: get rescued by Flashpoint and...whoever it is out there. And why did that music humming stuff sound familiar?

"You know," He's just going to share his good mood through the door, hope you're not easily distracted, Flashpoint, "just like a slaggin' Autobot to hire some backup singers when they go into combat." Fraggin' weirdo. He bets she's wearing something sparkly, too.

[shitflashpointsays]

Confident that Francœur can buy her the time she needs--or close enough--she gets back to work on the lock, grumbling as she goes. The grumbling intensifies as Deadlock adds his commentary.

"Chirpy over there is the reason I'm not starting this fight without you yet, so quit yer gear grinding." The last syllable comes out with an even louder grumble and a hard grunt, Flashpoint giving up on finesse and breaking the lock with a combination of leverage, her bad attitude and the Knife That Wouldn't Die.

She steps back and flings the door open, arm swung wide. "Feel free to join the other dancers if you like."

[smallest]

He listened and watched, only showing mild curiosity over their bickering. The two knew each other, that much was obvious, but despite their arguing there must be something more between them.

The door was open and Francœur could now see who was on the other side. Oh, he knew this robot. Suddenly, the group around him collectively looked at Deadlock at the same time. Francœur could not control them beyond making them dance, so he could do nothing to stop them when they swarmed around Deadlock and began a raunchy dance directed at him. He did not know what made them want to do that, perhaps it was something Flashpoint said that gave them the idea. Unfortunately, he could not make them go somewhere else.

His eyes were wide with shock, but he still played; he could not stop or they would all start fighting.

[driftlock]

"What, does the music make you feel all soft and squooshy?" Insert obligatory snort at Autobot weakness.

Because 'Chirpy's right. There's definitely something between them, called a door and a bad attitude. Only one of which Flashpoint can pry open.

And once he steps out, trying--no seriously he tried--to scrape up some kind of 'thank you', suddenly there's a chorus of gross pig looking things doing coordinated pelvic thrusts in a circle around him. Can he go back into the cell?

"THE FRAG IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Because this has to be her fault. Or--"YOU!" Oh, he remembers you, little bug guy.

[shitflashpointsays]

"No, that would be tentacle party-crashers outside your quarters." On the list of her top ten nastiest organic goop moments that one ranks NUMBER ONE. Thank you Deadlock, your friendship is such a gift. She wouldn't endure that for just anyone.

Well there's no more door now, just two bad attitudes, one maybe worse than the other.

Especailly since the other one seems to be improving. Because that really is a snorting giggle coming out out of Flashpoint's face as the demons descend upon Deadlock. "Looks like they're happy to see you." She looks at Francœur then, wondering is she has him to thank for this spectacle. A replay of this might just show up on the network someone time soon. This is true quality entertainment!

[smallest]

He probably deserved the yelling, but his claws kept plucking the strings regardless. He shook his head quickly; he had nothing to do with this! Well, he had something to do with their dancing, but he could not control with whom they danced. He tried to get the group away from Deadlock, but strangely, those monsters were determined to gyrate around him. Perhaps, if he changed the tune, that would get them to stop dancing so rudely at the very least. He changed the tune to something slower and calm.

No, no this was worse. Now the monsters wanted to slow dance with Deadlock.

[driftlock]

"Too much information," Deadlock snaps, because yeah, the idea of her getting all schmoopy about rainbow tentacles...kills a number of fantasies for him. Most of which involved her, him, and 100% fewer tentacles.

And suddenly, the chorus line of gyrating demons was suddenly looking a lot more preferable to this--as one of them swung Deadlock around, moving him into a smooth dip.

He struggles, but there's another waiting to try a little tango action. "If you even THINK about laughing..." Because yes, that's absolutely Deadlock's priority upon being rescued: how cool he looks.

[shitflashpointsays]

"Hey, it started in your berth. How do you think I feel about getting sloppy seconds?" VERY sloppy. Incredibly sloppy. Almost too sloppy to make into a terrible joke. Almost.

And... Oh. Frag. She is so not laughing. Not yet. Her optics are too huge to leave space to open her mouth--which is sayin' a lot mind you--while she watches Deadlock get passed around the trope of dancing demons.

"Wow, now I'm kinda jealous..." she says under her breath. Uh. Not because he's dancing with someone else. Because those demons are way better dancers than she is. Maybe she could pick up a few new moves...?

[smallest]

What are they talking about? Surely, he had no idea. He looked at Flashpoint, as if he heard her comment about being jealous. They were quite stunning dancers. If only they were not so vicious, and forward, he would have loved to dance with them on any other occasion.

However, Deadlock probably did not share the same sentiment. Francœur tried again, changing the song into something relaxing. The demons stopped passing Deadlock around and instead they gathered around him and they swayed like leaves caught in a gentle breeze.

That was probably as best as it would get. He looked at Flashpoint. Could they still escape like this?

[driftlock]

There are only a finite number of pirouettes a mechly mech like Deadlock can take, and in his case, he's already reaching the upper limit. "You could fraggin' tag in!"

Surprise, Flashpoint, Deadlock is now all about sharing. You're welcome to this. Just jump riiiiight on in. He won't mind.

And the music might be relaxing but guess what? Deadlock hates relaxing. And what the frag is this kumbayah circle of demons doing that around him. "Makin' me fraggin' dizzy." So when he grabs Flashpoint's hand because it is officially time to get the hell OUT of here, he may lean on it a bit, because all that spinning and now the swaying is making everything all woozily.

"You gonna grab both of the bug things?" Because there are two of them. Or maybe he's just that dizzy right now