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- dcau: jason todd,
- final fantasy vii: sephiroth,
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- young justice: tim drake,
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- ✗ natasha romanova | mcu,
- ✗ six | generator rex
DOWNBURST: FINALE
What: Downburst Plot Finale
When: Late July into August
Where: Primarily Arcadia & Excelsior, Washington
Content Warnings: Body horror (the broadcast), comic book violence.
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 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.
DOWNBURSTReports 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.
➢ 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.
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.
➢ 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.
Nulls / Late August
He leaves breadcrumbs around message boards, in part testing if that filter is still active, mainly to make a line of contact available. He'll also ninja by that apartment building now and then, hang out on an adjacent roof. You know, normal mutant turtle teen antics.]
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So when Donatello starts looking for Nulls, they keep watch, too. They're a little busy with all the stuff going on in the Society and the mess they're cleaning up on the back end, so it takes a few days of monitoring Donatello's visits before they do show up to say hello. But they do.
The window to the large office area of the apartment building opens up while Donatello is lurking about on a nearby roof, and out pops a head of bright pink hair. Nulls is on the smaller side - just under five and a half feet tall, and dressed wholly in pastel colors. They raise a hand, manicured fingers wrapped around a flashlight, which they use to signal towards Donatello.
It's an invitation to come join them. There won't even be any security measures to get around to get inside. ]
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Then he's off, his battle shell rotors flaring as he hops off the roof and zips towards the open window.]
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Nulls sits themselves down on the office chair, kicking their foot to cause the chair to twirl around once before stopping with it facing Donatello. Legs kick up to cross on the chair, and an elbow lowers to rest on the arm rest, so they can rest their chin up against it. ]
Othello Von Ryan, isn't it? [ Their tone is playful; they know it's a false name, but they're going to run with it. ] I was waiting for you to come back around here.
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Correct. And I'm assuming you're Nulls.
But yeah, things have been kind of non-stop busy so you'll have to excuse me for not being able to schedule in visitations.
[Between the Arcadia nonsense and bombs in the city, crazy gods... Yeah, it's been an insane couple of months.]
But I'm sure you know that. Probably been busy enough on your end.
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[ There's a grin on their face, eyes keeping to Donatello himself even while he looks around. Aside from the computer, the room is rather sparse. It's clear they don't live here, even if they utilize the space. ]
Everything's been nuts lately. Sooo unbelievably nuts. Like, did you see what Chaos Gate did? Nuts. [ Their legs swing out below the chair, hands on their knees as they lean in towards Donatello. Sitting still clearly isn't something they're capable of. ] I've never met a talking turtle before. Is that like, something normalish where you're from? Super cool btw. [ Pronounced: bee-tee-double-you. ]
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[Donnie's both unsurprised and a little disappointed. It would've been cool to see another tech-head's setup. He swings his attention back to Nulls, nodding.]
We're confirming this is her doing then? I'll admit, I don't know too much about her.
[He shakes his head then.] No, not normal. We're mutants, usually keep to ourselves back home. But I'm from an alternate Earth.
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[ They whistle between their teeth, looking up towards the ceiling. ]
This stays between you and me, yeah?
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Said turtle arches a brow then. He hesitates, although not for long.]
Okay.
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[ Their expression twists for a moment like they had eaten something sour, but they continue on, ]
She scares Mechanima, and almost nothing scares that guy.
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[That's a curious thought though. Just how powerful is too powerful? World-changing certainly fits the bill.]
I'd say he's got fair reason to. How's he been taking everything since she said the magic words?
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[ It's vague, and it's meant to be vague. They can chatter away with Donatello here, but there's information Nulls isn't meant to share. Mechanima's current state being one of them. ]
Anyway. The energy fluctuations? Definitely on her. What she said - this place is built on Confluences. People can complain alll they want about them and you guys or whatever, but this Earth thrives because of the energy Confluences gives it.
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Guess not many realized just how much this world's hinged on that weirdness. In a way, she's still living up the chaos part of her name. Things're sure imploding. I thought the weird fluctuations I was picking up from Starfallen was just going to get worse but I hadn't considered the local metas getting affected until it started getting more obvious.
...we never asked to be here, but if there's no Confluences, we're stuck either way, aren't we? And whatever happens here, happens to us.
So we better figure out how to fix it...
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[ A shrug of their shoulders, and they pull themselves up to their feet so they can walk across the room to a mess of cabinetry stacked against one wall. ]
Anyway - I know you're not like one of us properly, part of the Society I mean, but I've got your back if you get yourself into less than savory situations. What happens with the Starfallen happens with the rest of us metas, too, and I am not down with how things have been going.
[ Out of one of the drawers comes a small pouch full of what looks like individual little round remote controls, but there's only two buttons on them. One red, one green. Nulls tosses the bag back over towards Donatello. There's at least a good dozen of them inside of it. ]
Emergency beacons. Press the red button, it'll tell me something's up. Press the green button, and I'll assume it was a false alarm. Pretty simple stuff.
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[But home's still home, and the rest of his family isn't here. It'll never really be normal. And now with Confluences being a questionable existence he's not sure what to expect. The potential of having them vanish entirely had never been something he'd considered too deeply until now and all signs seem to point to something Bad.
Donnie watches Nulls head over to the cabinets, head tilting. It's nice knowing someone's got his back, allegiances aside. Nulls is right anyway, the Starfallen and Metas are connected, it's more than evident now.
He blinks, catching the bag, tugging it open with a finger to pick one of the pieces out.]
Huh, nice. What's the range on these?
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[ Their hand raises, points an index finger up to the ceiling. ]
I've got satellites. Plural. Okay, not mine mine, but I can use them.
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Sweet. You are just full of surprises.
[He drops the beacon back into the bag, cinching it up and tucking it away in his belt pouch.]
Thanks. And for having my back all this time. Part of why I stopped by, actually. Anything I can do for you?
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[ Hand dropping down, they reach into their pants' pocket to pull out a phone. Switches screens over to the "Add a Contact" menu, before holding it out. ]
I could get your number without asking, but it's nice to be polite. If you wouldn't mind sharing. When things do come up, I'll text you.
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[He hesitates before taking the phone, pretty confident at least in being able to handle them without his weird tactile interfacing acting up without warning. Adding his contact doesn't take long, although he keeps the name as "Othello von Ryan." It's for a spare phone rather than the main one he has from home, but at least it'll be easier to keep track of who's contacting him that way. He holds Nulls' phone back out.]
Any chance I can get yours too?
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[ Their tone is playful, and from the curved lilt to their lips, Nulls clearly doesn't mind at all. They take back their phone, opening up the contact Othello von Ryan put into their phone, and clicks onto the share media button above the keyboard. Scrolls through a few images before selecting what is clearly the most appropriate possum meme and sending it off. The area code matches one of Excelsior's nicer neighborhoods. ]
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[He grins back, maybe even half expecting a refusal. It wouldn't really be that troublesome but it'd be less extra work on his end to verify things. At the notification on his phone, he pulls it from another belt pouch before rolling his eyes, though his smirk still stays.]
Thanks.
Anything else?
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[ Nulls raises the phone in their hand, where the screen with their messages with Donatello is still up. ]
Give me a buzz if anything comes up on your side, too, yeah?
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[Donnie nods, putting his phone away as he steps back towards the window. He casts a quick look around outside.]
Well, catch you later.
[He flips backwards from the window, rotors of his battle shell unfolding before carrying him upwards once he's facing upright. Then off he goes, a streak of neon purple against the night sky.]