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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[smallest]

He winced as he watched the fight, though he did not dare stop playing for even a second. Though he disliked the thought of using a guitar as a weapon, he now regretted its limitations.

Flashpoint could take care of this, he trusted. Just a little longer, then it would be over. His claws tapped out a rapid percussion and he slapped a tune on the strings.

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She'll be distraught to find that this creature was genetically engineered to have no physical weaknesses. Beneath the powered armor is a body that had bones like a second layer of armor. Not only that but it had redundant organs to kick in in case the primary ones failed or were destroyed. All that said, its armor was powered. If the powerpack on the back was damaged, it'd probably have an even tougher time moving around, much less catching up if someone were to run.

[shitflashpointsays]

Aw gross, that sure is the telltale quiver of fleshy parts under there. Way to give her the heebee-jeebees, Nullmechaxeface! Well that makes her a whole lot less inclined to punch holes in the thing, she's only just recently finished getting all the goop out of her armor seams leftover from that tentacle thing that attacked Deadlock.

She can't exactly tell where the powerpack is, but she can make a wild guess. If the organic inside is humanoid, that bulge on the back must be important right? She'll come in at the thing again with a sharp knee to the midsection, the kinetic force of which should hopefully double the creature over. Then it's time to lace her fingers together and slam them down on its back. Hopefully she hits something important? Or she might just make it mad. Either way, Flashpoint's life is exciting!

"I'll be done dancing with this guy in a minute!" she shouts back at Chripy, checking to make sure he's still okay. She seems...maybe a little too happy to be in this tussle. Ahem.

[smallest]

Chirpy was looking behind when Flashpoint shouted at him. A shadow was coming down the corridor, but Francœur seemed almost relieved that someone was coming. It was a demon, like those that had captured him. It looked lost, swaying gently as it sought out the source of the music. Francœur chirped, getting its attention. When it saw them, it quickly approached. It did not attack, however. It seemed elated to hear such music. After Flashpoint's attack, it went right to the demon, intent to start waltzing with him.

Francœur clicked at Flashpoint. Now was the best time to escape!

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After that second impact, the creature let out a loud roar of frustration. Because now it was moving its armor with physical force alone. While still fast for a creature wearing all this heavy armor, it was still only at a speed that normal humans could compete with easily enough. The reply it gave with a swing of its ax, chainblades roaring, seemed more like it was fighting underwater with how mired it was.

[shitflashpointsays]

Oooookay. Did she just see that? Is that really two large mechadorksuits dancing with each other? Flashpoint skirts the pair with hands up, skittering back like their dancerific cooties might infect her.

She comes parallel with Francœur down the hall. "You got some talent there Chirpy," she's going to assume it's him doing that, because she doesn't want to think about those being native habits. "Good time to beat it then, huh?"