melodiesofeternity | Player Plot: Friday the 13th, Part II

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Player Plot: Friday the 13th, Part II

Who: CLOSED to those joining the hunt!
When: Friday, July 13th
Where: Camp Ira Lake
What: Event for the Friday the 13th Player Plot! It's time to find and stop the Killer of Ira Lake?!
Warnings/Notes: Mentions of gore, a whole lot of terrible 80's references. Going with a loose tagging order for threads, followed by a tag from the Killer/Bosses/NPCs for each round.

It was an easy ride that morning, and the mood was relatively upbeat. With the weather as nice as it could be for the area, it was almost like they took an early camping trip. Moods turned quiet when they filed into the camp site itself, the distinct laughter and chatter of children gone. The campers were sent home just the previous day, picked up by their parents and told to return the next week if all goes well. Perhaps, in that, it's something of a relief for the group set on hunting down the Killer: No children would find themselves under the blade tonight.

The group then meets the oddly-named counselors who volunteered to stay, all moogles: Mogjon, Mogmarsha, Mogbrian, Mogstacy and Moglucas. A line of fuzzballs, all with an uncharacteristic courage in deciding to stay and help the group learn the lay of the land and perhaps get a head start on their search.

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"GET PUMPED, FRISK! TIME TO HAVE A REAL FIGHT!" Mogdyne yells in Frisk's ear. To their credit, they don't flinch, although they might be just because they've already gone half-deaf in that ear from being exposed to her volume in a close proximity on a daily basis.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Creepy slasher film knockoff. I'm so terrified. Sheesh, and I thought that pop culture didn't carry across worlds." Frisk rolls their eyes, casually twirling a kunai in their hands. Funnily enough, that was the pure, raw truth of the matter. Frisk really was scared, but like hell were they going to let anybody see that.

And who could blame them? For one, they probably wouldn't be able to reason with the crazy moogle, and that was scary enough as it was. In the Underground, it was always as easy as getting under your opponent's skin and talking them down. Here? Not so much. If it came down to it, Frisk was fairly certain... they close their eyes, memories of dust falling through their hands bubbling up to the surface of their mind. Yeah. Frisk was pretty sure that they were more likely to act out a dumb horror movie cliche and freeze up at the worst possible moment than to actually get the nerve to shank this guy. Two... well, actually fighting a serial killer was pretty different than watching a movie, and knowing how these guys could tear apart counselors like it was nothing made Frisk very aware that their jobs gave them the endurance of wet paper.

So they needed to stay on their toes, not panic, and hope that things all worked out in the end. Just like normal. Taking a deep breath when they hear the telltale cry of Not-Jason, Frisk rapidly makes a few complex hand gestures, muttering, "Log Jutsu or some crap," under their breath as they cast Transience. Better safe than sorry.

Ugh. Futaba had been sitting at one of the desks working on her slate, but with the culprit making cheesy evil laughs, that's their cue that it's work time. Which, as much as she hates being interrupted, does help some. Since she's in a group with a lot of relative strangers and had been more than a bit antsy about it. Pushing the chair back and standing upright, looks towards the Moogles and jerks a thumb towards her back.

"Get behind me," she suggests, "I'm the squishy healer, so we might as well just have one spot for them to protect."

She wishes she could maybe give DPS a try, especially with her Carby puppet, but, well. She knows why she's probably here. Party member in need and all that. On that note... she use the calm right before the storm to Draw a card.

"Ooh, nice one." She always loves getting a Balance. And she'll send it over in Red's direction. Sorry other guys. Magitek is love, magitek is life. "So which one of you guys was planning on tanking?"

Tiny paws to her cheeks, Mogstacy did as was told, wings fluttering and keeping her aloft. Though just a normal moogle in the face of a strange killer, she'd volunteered to stay and keep the camp safe. She volunteered. She better be getting some serious kudos for this...!

The air grew chill, and the fog began to crawl up the windows. Seemed the cabins were his first stop, even when he could feel that people were everywhere searching for him. Their time would come.

The first window shattered ahead of them, bearing a gore-soaked knife. With deliberation, the knife withdrew. One by one, each of the windows of that cabin were being smashed through, letting the fog ooze in as glass flew every which way. Mogstacy covered her eyes with her paws and trembled. She hadn't noticed the paintings the kids had made, scattered over the walls and left behind, were changing to something else: A scribbled circle of blue, each with a small round figure in the middle.

"Ohmimawg, somebody do something, kupo!"

[That's fine- as far as Red was concerned, she was betting on the right dog. The faint rush of magic from the Balance spell- magic that, unlike last time, actually left him feeling properly bolstered in its wake- brought out a toothy grin and a knowing nod toward Futaba in thanks.

But it was the sudden shattering of glass and the glistening of slick red on shimmering metal that had his fur stand on end, and left his hand tightening around the hilt of his Gunblade, his forefinger already restlessly clenching against the trigger guard. He half expected the killer to vault in through the window, then and there-

-and only found himself growing impatient and irritated when the whole thing turned out to just be some kind of show. Who the heck did this lunatic think he was, showing off like this?! His reply finally came through clenched teeth, though he moved himself to try and keep between Mogstacy and the nearest window.]

Quit messin' around and show yourself already!!

Hey, hey, it's okay. We're here to protect you.

[Looked like Mogstacy could use a hug, but he had to keep his guard up. The killer was right there stabbing the windows and letting that fog in... he felt a chill up his spin. Well, with all the windows smashed, he'd easily be able to move about. Maybe he should grab Mogstacy... but that would also make her stationary.]

[He doesn't even want to know what's going on with the pictures.]

Frisk, meanwhile, might be a little too curious for their own good. They've watched enough movies to know that the creepy spontaneously-occurring phenomena generally gave a clue as to how to defeat the monster. Or Jason knockoff, in this case. Still Transient, Frisk cautiously approaches the pictures, peering at them closely. Maybe a little too close, considering that because of their squinted eyes, they need to get super close to the image to make it out properly... and can't pay much attention to their surroundings as a result.

No reply. So. Going in without a tank, huh? Fine then. She ends up casting Boon of the Stars at random instead, and it turns out our lucky winner this time is Frisk.

Really though, the killer could stop the theatrics at any time and that'd be great. While Futaba does notice the shifting pictures, she disregards them, until they prove to be anything more than some kind of spooky smoke and mirror effect. Instead her eyes keep darting between the windows and doors, trying to spot the killer and whatever entry point they end up choosing.

The pictures seemed to be child-like drawings of blue, underwater maybe? But drifting in the middle, arms and legs splayed out and a frown on its face was a little moogle with bubbles streaming from its mouth. Frisk could just barely hear the rush of water in their ears, the gurgle of bubbles...

"I'm- I'm done! I'm gone!"

Unfortunately, Mogstacy had had enough. With everyone waiting for the Killer and the tension building, her poor little heart couldn't take it. Rather than hide among this group and be trampled on, she made a panicked dash for one of the windows. It was open, she'd be free to hide while the group could handle things-

The Killer's mask scattered the fog as the small yet menacing body blocked the exit. With a flash of steel, a spray of crimson, Mogstacy spun and hit the wooden floor bearing an angry red wound across the belly. But as her shaky paws grasped frantically for bearing and she began to crawl to find safety, she seemed to have survived the blow for the moment...

But the Killer drifted through the window, single-minded.

"Ku ku ku..."

[An annoying ditz or otherwise, there was something deeply unsettling about seeing one of those cute little stuffed animal-looking things get torn open like that. And seeing it once was one time too many.

He barely even gave it thought before he'd thrust himself to the forefront of the spectacle; someone needed to break this little creep's stride, and if he was the only one who thought to bring heavy armor, then he'd be the one fending off the machete at close range. Hopefully a few hits from the [•Magitek Sword combo would serve to keep the killer's attention too-- if not smack the laughter out from his mouth under that mask.

If he wanted to dress like a Blitzball goalie, Red would just have to break him like one.]

No! Mogstacy!

[Why did she have to try flying out? And why didn't he just hold onto her? (Because she'd probably try to do the same thing anyway). Eyes wide, the killer was in the room now, but gritting his teeth, he darted forward to grab the injured moogle, picking her up to hold onto her this time with one arm. With the other, he was prepared with his sword, taking a more defensive stance.]

"Wha- damn it!" Frisk yells, whirling around to find Mogstacy bleeding on the floor. They didn't even care about maintaining their nice kid persona at this point, someone was in danger and it was their fault and if they were just paying attention and-

Before Frisk knows it, they dart across the floor towards the killer, attempting to swipe something from him with Steal as they stand between the killer and his victim. Thank goodness for Ninja and Dragoon speed. "Hey, asshole! Look what I've got-- oh shit what am I doing I'm not a tank RED!"

Futaba herself curses under her breath, dashing across the room in a sprint to end up at Adrien's side, where he's holding Mogstacy. She's already putting her hands through the motion of a Benefic on the Moogle. Dammit she wasn't letting her die-!

"Idiot! You don't just go running out when you don't know where the enemy is!"

It's hard to split her attention so much, but she is trying to keep an eye out - both on the Killer and anything he might do in their direction. She's even less suited to be any kind of tank than Frisk though.

The little moogle shuddered and had no fight left in her already, rather limp in Adrien's arms despite the occasional shiver. The wound looked worse up close, especially now that the fur wasn't soaking up the blood...

Red darted in with the blade, giving the Killer a solid knock before the machete was raised, parrying the last few blows. The laughter had stopped. No, it definitely stopped as Frisk skittered in and stole a half-eaten kupo nut from a... pocket? How dare they.

Machete raised, arm quivering in unbridled anger, the Killer swung down on Frisk. Let them squeal for help in pieces...

Mogstacy shuddered as the Benefic took hold, stopping the bleeding. Tears beaded in the creature's eyes, lost for the moment to complete terror, before she just began screaming. She wasn't ready after all. She should never have volunteered! This was SO not worth the college credit!

Doggone it--!!

[At least Mogstacy would be a bit safer in Adrien's care, and- hopefully- would stop bleeding out what little of her life she had left after Futaba's healing. If nothing else they'd gotten the killer's attention.

Unfortunately, he was aiming right for one of the squishier members of the team. If he was going to afford Frisk a chance to escape, he had to slow this little freak down-- and hopefully those [•Ice Bullets] would come through in a pinch here, too. A trio of shots were quickly fired out from the chamber, without much care for where they struck him so long as they stuck. Hopefully, he'd either get its attention off of Frisk or give the kid an opening; and either way, it made their chances a little better.]

H-hey! Mogstacy! Calm down, calm down... you're going to be okay!

[Frisk was in danger, the others needed help, but a screaming moogle was just going to draw more attention. What did one do to calm a crying moogle anyway? Cradle them? But that's something to do for babies... same size though. One-armed cradle it was while keeping her turned away from the fight.]

We're going to get you out of here. No more crying; take some deep breaths and think of your happy place while we handle things.

"GaaaAHHHH!" Frisk howls as the knife cleaves into them, then they look up and grin at the killer. "Juuust kidding. I've felt worse." Although that may be true, their expression is still very clearly pained, and sweat beads on their forehead. They make a show of staggering to their feet, then hock the kupo nut directly at the killer's mask. As it hits and begins falling to the ground, Frisk slides beneath the killer in a burst of speed, catching the kupo nut as they do so. They were probably the fastest thing in the room right now, they were going to take advantage of that. And better yet, now they had a plan. "Come and get it, big boy. Or are you too much of a wimp to get your nut back from a kid?" they taunt.

Popping back up behind the killer, Frisk slides into a Transient stance, then yells, "Red, hit this guy with as much water as you can! Trust me, I'll be fine!"

Edited 2018-07-17 23:10 (UTC)

Futaba is. Actually quite sensitive to noise. And so Mogstacy screaming in her ears is actually.... quite bothersome and distracting? She squints a bit, yelping. "Gah- stop it! Just hold still!"

She'll cast another Benefic on the moogle to just... make sure she'd be able to take another hit hopefully if things ended up going really sour.

Ugh she hopes she didn't mess up her priorities. In any case she whips around to Frisk, calling out, "Did the Boon hit yet?"

Either the Boon had hit and Frisk would hopefully be able to take another hit, or the attack didn't get Frisk below half-HP in which case she had time anyway. Hopefully. Ugh, Frisk was younger than her. She really hopes she didn't mess up her priorities.

The ice bullets began to form crystals over his fur and wings, slowing his movement. This left him open to the kupo nut to the face, bouncing off his mask with a rather comedic donk.

His eyes burned as his focus was wholly on Frisk, whirling in place to strike with the gore-soaked machete. The child wouldn't be so mouthy with that head clean off the shoulders!

Mogstacy whimpered, the blood dried on the fur. "Oh my MAWG, you've cheesed him off! Just, like, hit him, kupo!"

[At least the killer was taking Frisk's bait-- and this time, Frisk had a much bigger barb on his hook... even if his advice to Red came a little later than he would have wanted.]

Now ya tell me...!

[Well, it wasn't like he could switch the bullets now, and- after the fight underwater a little ways back- nor was he particularly keen on the thought of getting hit with that machete while he was busy reloading. But with Futaba's hands full with keeping up the healing and Adrien's hands full with... Mogstacy, he and Frisk would have to pour on as much heat as they could, with whatever they had available.

Well, it may not have been as flashy or attention-grabbing as bullets... but that loud whine that built up in his vambrace as he straightened his arm still built up to a bright flash and a [•Magitek Laser] that flowed through the air in a luminous blue cascade, flaring out into bursts of water magic on impact. Let's just hope Frisk was right that a water attack would be the trick in getting this little maniac to actually back off...]

Edited 2018-07-18 18:27 (UTC)

[Mogstacy, that advice wasn't helping because that was exactly what they were doing. He wanted to keep back with her in his arms, and while he could have Futaba watch the moogle, he didn't want to put the target on their support once or if the killer lost interest in Frisk or Red.]

[Still, with that next shot Red fired, Adrien squinted. Water? Why would that make the killer back off?]

One moment, Frisk is there, the killer's bloody blade cleaving towards them at the perfect angle to take their head clean off. The next, they're just... not. The gore-stained knife cuts through nothing as Frisk suddenly reappears behind the moogle, a few feet in the air and two wakizashis in their white-knuckled grip. You can do this. He's hurt people. He's killed people, Frisk thinks to themself, and eyes shrouded in shadow, they begin dancing in a brutal flurry of blades and kicks with a heavy physical combo, exploiting the opening left by Transience.

Skipping a few feet back, Frisk tries to ignore the memories of Asgore and the surface as they launch into the next phase of their plan. They take a deep breath to try and calm their trembling hands (it doesn't work, go figure). Stowing the blades in whatever extradimensional space the slates were capable of tapping into, Frisk begins a series of intricate, lightning-fast yet smooth hand-gestures, eventually ending in a gentle push towards the killer. Several head-sized orbs of water appear from their Water Ninjitsu and launch towards the moogle as Frisk takes a bow, grin shaky and not at all confident. "Boon's still up, Futaba! Another hit and I'll be in major trouble, though--which is why you cast it, I'm guessing."

Edited 2018-07-19 00:23 (UTC)

[ Okay Mogstacy seemed to be okay for the time being, if still screaming way too much. And she has teammates who actually have aggro right now. Even if they're not normally tanks.

Still, now that she's regaining her mental footing a bit, she smirks. ]

Why else would I cast a spell like that?

[ Hmhmhmhm! What to do what to do.... let's make that Boon stretch a bit more, shall they? She casts Benefic on Frisk. Hopefully that'll take some of the bite out of that hit they took. ]

A flurry of blows from Frisk sent the Killer hurtling forward, grip tightening on the machete. Why didn't their head come off? Why didn't their head fly off!? Regardless, that was something that would change soon.

Instead it was surprised with torrents of water from Red and Frisk, rendering its fur soaked. As the water dribbled down its little body, it seemed to plop against the cabin floors somehow caked in aquatic plant matter and mud despite fur dabbed only in blood splatters.

It turned and stopped. Ah... there she was. The killer swooped in low and had the machete readied like a lance. Wings fluttered as the killer hurtled all too quickly toward Adrien and Mogstacy. May as well kill two birds with one stone!

Edited 2018-07-20 04:15 (UTC)

What was that supposed to do?!

[The killer might have been going for the birds, but he should have kept his eye on the dog. Red didn't know whether to feel relieved that he wasn't getting struck or insulted that the violent little cotton ball wasn't giving him the time of day, but he did know that he was still the most heavily armored one in the room- so he had to at least try and slow the killer down himself.

Maybe he just needed to be a little more up close and personal with his choice of attacks. It was hard trying to fully block off a small, fluttering opponent, but maybe Red could knock some of the spring out of its step with a well-placed [•Magitek Sword] combo... but at this range and at Red's level of frustration, it was really more of a pummeling with the thing's hilt.]

[Without her yelling this time, Adrien was able to focus on the Killer... or more, focus on the killer coming at him now despite Red trying to delay it. He turned his shoulder, one arm taking more of Mogstacy to take the brunt of the attack - he wasn't going to let this moogle die!]

[In response, his drawn blade tried to hold the attacker off with a swift combo, almost like that of a Shooting Star which would reduce the Killer's attack strength as well.]

Player Plot: Friday the 13th, Part II

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jeez the dice hates this poor girl tonight

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The dice were not good for this poor kiddo either, RIP Friskybits

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Kibbles-n'-Frisk has so much aggro right now

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Mogstacy... survived! Good job.

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