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]

Deadlockisnotcuteyoubettertakethatbackorelse.

Flashpoint's tug knocks him further off balance, so he hopes--kind of--that she's ready for him to spin and fall into her arms. It's all very romantic and swoony, or would be if it wasn't Deadlock and they weren't surrounded by hostile demons doing a slow motion sexed up version of the Macarena. He never wants to see another pelvic circle again.

"Can't fraggin' wait to get your paws on me, huh?" Admit it, Flashpoint, you want him. And it would be a lot cheekier if he wasn't staring woozily up at her. "...there a bird here, too?" Bugs, birds, it's a fraggin' organic zoo.

[shitflashpointsays]

No don't take it back, this is priceless. Nevermind that Flashpoint herself would be a little uncertain what to think of being called cute. Oh well, Deadlock's embarrassment makes it worth it.

Flashpoint's ready for him but not the fancy move, nor the falling into her arms. Don't mind the way her optics bug out or how she almost misses the catch. Sorry Deadlock, if the first place her 'paws' go is not the most gentile. Fred Astaire she is not!

She'll admit it if he admits it first! "Oh it's the highlight of my evening, right here." Actually it, kinda is. And it has NOTHING to do with the way he stares up at her, SHUT UP already. "No birds, but I think it's time to get outta here before we gotta wing this dance routine any further. There's a birds and bees joke in here somewhere but she AIN'T making it.

Can you walk, Deadlock? Because if not there's gonna be some sweeping-off-feet and carrying bridal style in the direction of safety.

[smallest]

Not taking it back, sorry Deadlock, but not that sorry.

Francœur smiled and he was content to let them sort everything out. As long as he continued playing, they were safe. His claws could use a rest after all this, but he could keep going for now.

[driftlock]

It's like a fraggin' conspiracy here, like this whole place is organized around the basic principle of making Deadlock look like an idiot. Really, universe. He doesn't need that much help!

"Could have just left me. Rather be in a cell than watch...that." 'That', of course, being what is now twerking demons. And if these two have any sanity at all in them, they would rather not be watching that either. And to help the cause, since getting away is the best option, he's going to get to his feet. Mostly by climbing up Flashpoint's chassis and helm. Convenient handholds.

In about three...two....one, Deadlock's going to realize who the little bug guy is. "...the frag are you doing here? Fraggin' dangerous." See it's...almost like he cares. Almost.

[shitflashpointsays]

Well if Deadlock would stop making it so easy...

"But then I'd be without my favorite snark partner and trust me when I say never to let me get bored." See, Deadlock? Being her not-friend is like a service to public safety. "ACH--!" she grits out when he grabs her orange helm crest in the process of hauling himself up; careful, that thing's sensitive!

"He's your savior, and we best get out of here before he gets tired of playing and those demons to more than just dance." Have a nudge and a tug in the direction of the exit Deadlock. It's time to vamoose!

[smallest]

He made a, likely wasted, effort to chirp an explanation about what happened. Of course, he could not write or gesture anything with the guitar in his claws. All he could do to convey what he had endured was to tilt his head in exhaustion. Those demons had him constantly performing without a moment to rest.

He followed Flashpoint; he did not know the way out of here, and he needed to be near them to keep the group of lewd demons under control. He smiled as he looked at her and Deadlock. They must like each other, even if they were not saying it. But how much? He wondered.