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DOWNBURST: FINALE

Who: Everyone!
What: Downburst Plot Finale
When: Late July into August
Where: Primarily Arcadia & Excelsior, Washington
Content Warnings: Body horror (the broadcast), comic book violence.

DOWNBURST FINALE

Arcadia has failed. The housing area that was built to try to move all Starfallen into has been publicly outed as something - more sinister. A significant portion of civilians are mortified; they trusted the Alliance to keep people safe, and while the Starfallen may not be from this Earth, the Alliance is meant to keep everyone safe, not just their own. Protests begin, pushing to get Fantastic dethroned for the horrid things he has been pushing onto them.

➢ This log covers from July 26th, the date of Fantastic's broadcast, through August.

➢ Arcadia still stands. The Alliance will be gutting the area below that was built for the Battlements of the Shining God's rituals, but what to do with Arcadia after is. . in flux. It's a perfectly good housing district with a lot of work put into it. It'd be a shame to destroy it entirely.

➢ For characters seeking out NPCs in relation to the event, there will be a comment below for NPC engagement.

➢ For any questions pertaining to this log, please hit the mod question thread below. We'll be hitting these up on a quicker schedule than regular engagements, to help ensure that plots related to the event are able to be wrapped up quickly.

THE BROADCAST.

The broadcast begins with Fantastic standing in front of a podium, frazzled and looking towards the camera man, then towards someone standing off to his right just out of the camera's view, and then - down towards the paper in front of him. He opens his mouth, as if to begin reading off the script, but instead swipes the note cards off the podium, and raises his hands up above his head,

"I don't know what's wrong with you idiots! We built you everything you could've ever wanted, and you dicks just refuse to use it! It's almost like you want us to do this the hard way! Look at all the bullshit I've put up with for you, all the crap I've done to try and make it easier and – no! Nothing! You came here, you ruined everything, and now you insist on–"

His voice cuts off suddenly as his hand raises up to his mouth, eyes wide. The air around him crackles with unearthly energy, and the camera pans out, looking at what Fantastic's wide eyes are focused on.

The woman standing center stage is less a person and more the idea of one. She could be very tall or very short. Beautiful or ugly. Your mind cannot truly comprehend what it is you’re looking at, and so the best approximation it can make is light itself condensed into physical form. Stare too deeply into the crackle of energy around her and you see universes birthed and decay, accompanied by the certainty that you are watching your own possibilities die with them.

The Shining God.

"What a disgrace you are," she says, her words ringing through your skull. It doesn't matter how far away one is, how much distance is between them and Fantastic's broadcast going live in Excelsior, her voice feels like it's coming from right beside you. "Snipped branches trying to root themselves into trees. I suppose my sister always did have a fondness for the impossible."

She walks towards Fantastic, who stands there with the microphone still in hand. One slender hand reaches out and touches his golden cheek.

"And you… you were the first mistake made in this world. You were meant to be nothing. No one. Ordinary and unnoticed… It was clear it was a mistake to change your fate, even to achieve my greater good… you are living proof that one should only follow the path set out by fate. I shall take responsibility and grant you one last chance to play a role in this story beyond that of the jester," she says, her hushed tone a mockery of comfort. "You can end these aberrations for me. Then I shall be able to manifest and right these wrongs."

She turns to look at the audience, black holes where her eyes should be. The woman smiles as Fantastic screams and twists, his body slowly disintegrating to incomprehensible concepts, light and dark, color and contrast. The human mind cannot comprehend the existential horror thrust onto the form before them, and it is only worsened by the transformation.

The metahuman doubles over with a scream that degrades to a shriek, avian and horrible. Feathers burst from his skin and he grabs frantically at them, trying to pull them out. It’s no use, it only seems to accelerate the transformation, his shaking arms becoming scaled. Claws rip forth from his fingertips, and as they score the skin he lets out a crackling noise that doesn’t sound as though it could be made by a human throat.

And then the wind picks up.

What's left of the fallen hero lurches forward, movements awkward and jerky. He reaches for the camera as several nearby civilians yell and run, and destroys it with what once was a hand. The broadcast cuts off just as abruptly.

DOWNBURST

Reports come out then. Twitter is inundated with reports of hurricane force winds ravaging the city. With the reports soon come blurry photos of what people are calling monsters, sentient black holes. The pictures of them come out distorted, like gaping holes in the space time continuum made sentient. It’s only when approached by one of the Starfallen that they properly congeal into tangible form, often taking the appearance of something - or someone - all too familiar.

Maybe an old foe slain. Maybe a nightmare that once was. Maybe themselves, if they had given in to their worst impulses.

Yet this does not appear to be an intended feature of the monster. Rather, it appears that the Starfallen approaching them forces them to settle into a form they can fight rather than an intangible, destructive void.

They aren't always echoes of things the Starfallen are familiar with. Some of them are too weak to maintain the destructive void state, and instead form shapes of their own.

NOTES.

➢ Any teleporters that weren't working well before are suddenly no longer on the fritz – given what's just taken place, it's apparent that all hands are needed, either in dealing with the wind-based monstrocity of Fantastic, or the monsters that have started appearing all over.

➢ Anyone who wants to fight Fantastic can give it a shot, but monsters will begin to appear on the scene, budding from the black holes. They will be formless and dangerous at first, but slowly take shape around the scene as Fantastic begins to break down the building to its very foundation in an attempt to free himself into the city of Excelsior.

➢ The monsters may take the form of generic beasts, but they may take the form of something or someone specific to the Starfallen that approach them.

➢ The monsters themselves come with a whole slew of status effects, depending on which one is encountered. Here are the monsters themselves:

➢ An amphibious-like creature that moves both like a froggy-inkblot. Under the right light, there is a chrome-like metallic sheen to the frog. Desperate to seek out a body of water, they'll be blindly moving toward anything that might be detected as being full of good ol' h2O – including humans. Once wet, their skin will be toxic to the touch, giving a psychedelic waking dream to anyone who encounters it. How this manifests depends on the person. It could be great – or really terrible.

➢ A many-winged raptor bird. These birds dive bomb from the sky like cannonballs. When scratched by their talons, they force whoever's touched to only speak the truth.

➢ An oversized rodent that looks like a guinea pig with a lion's mane. Trying to focus on this creature will cause headaches. If taking it on, there will be two separate potential effects if bitten by its jagged teeth. The first is the ability to speak orders into being – and the second is the desire to follow all orders.

➢ Large swaths of bee-sized hummingbirds. When swarmed and stung by these hummingbees, someone will be hit by an insatiable hunger. Without food, someone will struggle to access their abilities unless they've eaten a full meal within the last ten minutes.

➢ Dog-sized raccoons that slip into the shadows when approached. If coaxed out, they use eye contact to force people to swap bodies around them. Because bodyswapping is a great way to cause chaos and allow them to escape.

➢ All of these effects can last a few hours or a few weeks, unless someone has an ability that can reverse them.

DISCONNECTION

Accelerator, Huvrye Tirvio, and Balthier manage to corner the beast previously known as Fantastic after he manages to cause massive amounts of destruction throughout Excelsior and Arcadia.

Using their combined abilities, they slow him down enough to capture him - and it's only moments after Accelerator manages to get his hands on Fantastic's body to feel the tether between Fantastic and The Shining God that it severs entirely.

The jerky movements cease. While still breathing, Fantastic's body becomes unresponsive.

Chaos Gate arrives upon the scene moments after it ends. She touches down upon the floor and breaks into a sprint, dropping down next to the entity that once was her boyfriend.

"... Sawyer?" Her gloved hands cup his feathered face. "Look at me. Hey… hey, the good guys won the day. You did it. It’s time to get up. Make your shitty little speech."

The creature only stares at her blankly.

The mageling bites her lip, her hands shaking but holding firm. She continues trying to reason with him, to spark some recognition yet receives nothing. The man that was Fantastic is now a husk, little better than an animal. Eventually she breaks away, getting to her feet and stumbling back.

"This isn't what I wanted," she whispers, horrified. Oblivious to the fact that cameras are now rolling, the press eager to capture the moment. "You said - you said, wouldn’t it be great if things were a little more exciting? And I thought - I thought that it’d be fun. Like the old comics, like the stories the old guard tell… I didn’t… I didn’t know it would be this…"

Her hands curl into shaking fists and drop to her sides. She swallows tightly and clenches her eyes shut, then raises her chin defiantly. She reaches out and grasps the birdman’s shoulder, turning to face the cameras and whispers three little words.

"No more Confluences."

And then they both disappear.

AFTERMATH

➢ The support for the Battlements of the Shining God rapidly wanes in the weeks following the event. Witnessing the Goddess herself and all her callous cruelty to a hero - maligned as he may have been - resulted in many who had tentatively aligned themselves quitting on the spot. Many turn up dead, others run to the Guilds for protection.

➢ Atomight, rescued from his tiny prison, is left with his life’s work in shambles. His return to leadership results in the government declaring the Guardian Alliance to be a rogue agency. Though one it’s hesitant to move against. While many members stay, others quickly leave in fear that this will disrupt their careers, as public support is at an all time low.

"This is a chance to rebuild," Atomight says at his first press conference. "To ensure that those among our ranks are here to make a better world, and that our organization is focused on that goal and only that goal."

Despite this, there is a call for Starfallen to be appointed to leadership positions within the Alliance. Evidently, they are here to stay. And had they been allowed to be forced out, their world may have been consumed

➢ With Atomight back in charge, Mechanima finally relinquishes his hold on Central City. A bulletin goes out to the members of both Guilds, informing them that they can expect things to return to normal once they have finished the cleanup… though they agree that the Battlements of the Shining God are dangerous and must be taken care of. Mechanima seems to believe them too dangerous to let live, and welcomes all to join his hunt.

➢ And just as the world accepts the Starfallen, promising to unite and support new arrivals in a way they had been failing to for some time, the Confluences stop. Seers suddenly report being able to see a clear future again, no longer distorted by the shifting destinies of Starfallen. It is a temporary cause for celebration, as being able to clearly predict the future could have presented many disasters. However, many soon report that they do not see a future. Only blinding light.

➢ Chaos Gate and Fantastic are both missing.

➢ And though the future of this world is now easy to see, the Starfallen find themselves experiencing a number of odd after-effects.

➢ Time seems to slip through their fingers. Some may find themselves experiencing portions of the same day over and over again, like deja-vu. They may slide easily through their own timelines, an adult one day and a child the next. These effects will begin small and increase in intensity, culminating in the next Test Drive Meme.

➢ Likewise, their reality seems to be something amorphous. The memories from home seem to stretch and blur - canon points become fuzzy, memories from the past or the future may leak in. Memories from other worlds entirely, lifetimes they never lived, blending with the ones they did.

➢ Their dreams are also more vivid. Not just because the Dreamers of the Willow Maiden make the rounds, offering pillows to guarantee the most restful of sleeps, but because their dreams feel much more like reality than the waking world. The Starfallen are linked, and dreams may bleed into each other.

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Incoming!

[There's another of those bird things hurtling down like a small comet, except closer look will show that it's not entirely by its own power. The glow of purple light is a big giveaway, for one.

Donnie balances atop a huge rocket-head attached to the length of his staff- a rocket-propelled mallet? - which has in turn been smashed into the bird. He leaps back, pulling the oversized mallet with him just before the creature crashes into the ground, flipping to land a few feet from Loki.]

[ loki raises an eyebrow. ]

That was rather theatrical.

Well, in that case maybe I should take a bow.

[Which he does so, nice big sweeping one as the mallet head dissipates in a shimmer of pixel-like particles.]

[ his lips twitch, bemused. he is fond of theatrics after all. ]

Not bad.

[Donnie smirks, turning his head then to cast a look around for anything else coming their way as he spins his bō.]

All good here? Things really exploded. But you're a god too, aren't you?

[ loki huffs. ]

I grew out of the megalomania phase, thank you.

Uh...huh. Good to know I guess? That mean you can't do anything about...this whole situation?

Unfortunately, no. There are too many monsters at bay. And Gods killing Gods rarely ends well for any world.

This is a job for heroes.

[Donnie wrinkles his nose at that, but he can't really dispute what Loki says.

He makes a face as he spies swarms of...okay he has no idea what those are but he's not letting them get any closer to find out.]

Well, my big brother's always emphasizing how much we need to be heroes...

[He holds up his staff the way a mage would, weirdly enough for someone so tech-oriented. Violet lights up his battle shell and markings again, wrapping around his weapon. Around him form several batteries loaded with small missiles. Magical tech of hardlight, and they all fire off in a deadly barrage to meet the oncoming swarms of hummingbees.]

[ well now. that is interesting. loki makes a note of it for the moment. ]

And so you've chosen to step out from the shadows?

[Exploding things is so satisfying.]

Sitting back and waiting things like this out isn't an option. Like it or not, we're stuck here, and if we want things to be better, then we have to do something.

A wise decision.

[ loki pulls out stormbreaker from seemingly nowhere and bends down, readying the axe before sending it swinging into the arc. it goes in a perfect arc, cutting down everything in its path before returning to loki's hand. ]

Whoa...

[Axes, not quite his thing, but the way it just appeared and how it handily comes back- not to mention the damage it does- quite impressive.

Donnie smirks, reforming his favored rocket-mallet.]

Not that I asked your opinion, but I'm glad you think so. Let's show these guys we're not the problem here.

[ they're not loki's thing either, but it has raw power and loki requires that at the moment. he dislikes this sort of pitched battle, but what can you do? ]

I would provide a quippy one-liner but I might gag instead.

I think we can do without, yeah.

[One-liners were Leo's thing and he's sure his brother's probably dispensing those with reckless abandon somewhere.]

For now, I suppose. Someone will come by and deliver them.

That's practically inviting my brother over.

[Still, Donnie grins a little.]

Not that we should wait and give anyone the opportunity!

[With that he practically throws himself at...yuck, what is that, a blob? Well he's gonna smash it.]

[ ugh, gross. his nose wrinkles as he conjures a dagger to aim for another black hole floating about. ]

So you dislike heroes?

What? No- but you can be a hero and not dispense with terrible puns, right?

[Okay, he doesn't hate them that much but sometimes..!]

Hey, what else do you do aside from magic daggers and flying axes?

I have plenty of tricks.

[ even if he grimaces at himself for using that word. he waves a hand and a bunch of donnie illusions show up, confusing the enemy. ]

And heroes have no sense of taste, I'm afraid.

Okay, that is simultaneously disturbing and fascinating!

[Not to mention an excellent choice of subject to demonstrate with! But there's no sense in letting the advantage go to waste, so Donnie spins his mallet, hopping onto the rocket-boosted head for a brief ride towards one of the nearer creatures swiping at one of the illusionary Donnies. After slamming into its back, he hops up to swing his weapon around, following the momentum to bash another of the monsters in the head.]

Heeeey, not all heroes are tasteless!

I doubt that.

[ but then again, loki has a very low opinion of heroism. ]

Wow, what is your problem with heroes?

[True, he's been only slightly enthusiastic about it these days but mostly because of Raph practically drilling it into their heads every day.

...boy does he miss Raph.]

[ he shrugs. ]

I simply find the egregious. We're in this situation because superheroes think they have the solution to everything.

P...robably, but let's not forget the involvement of some kind of god...thing.

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