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Across Town, All Day Friday

The trees directly surrounding the camp grounds had started to crumble. There was little left of the cabins themselves, large patches worn away by animals and humans alike. Silence had descended on this patch of land; the only movement was the unreal swaying of what remained of the grass, the ripples that formed in the puddle at the center, only where the light touched it.

And still the blasted heath expanded. It had engulfed the forest now, twisting every tree into that darkened shadow of itself, and fanning out towards the grasses in the park. Now it infringed upon the roads of Fandom, along the edges - a wrong step could send a patch of stone crumbling into dust. Here and there, even walls were affected - turning grey, though not brittle.

There was no more birdsong to be heard anywhere on the island. Just creaking, like mangled crows, and mindless screams for sustenance.

[[ mod your monsters, or request an NPC here. ]]

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After the fun lil' meeting yesterday, Deadpool hadn't managed to make his way home. Which was probably for the best considering the overkill in defense systems Nate had in place.

Instead, he did the perfectly reasonable thing and slunk into the preserve to kill something. Making it as messy as possible. Those alots were probably going to die anyway. He just helped them along.

What was happening to the island reminded Tahiri more a little bit of Coruscant after the Yuuzhan Vong had reshaped it, only this wasn't done out of some deep-seated conviction or survival instinct. Nor had it, as far as she could tell, been done by anything sentient -- it had just happened. And it was changing people. That, needless to say, did not sit well with her, and every time she brought a hand up to brush hair out of her face or wipe away sweat only to feel the ridges of scar tissue across her forehead a haunted look would flash through her eyes.

There were plenty of people on the island with the inclination to get to the bottom of this, more than enough that Tahiri didn't feel any urgency to join them, and in the meantime there were people who needed to be protected. (It was a safer, more tangible, and more Jedi-like reaction than trying, out of sympathetic anger, to exact punishment on some indeterminable thing for what it was doing to the island's residents.)

She could hope they'd be all right later, or plan to be there for them if they weren't, but that was later. Now consisted entirely of holding her swath of ground between the preserve and the dorms with her lightsaber and Force exertion, keeping the creatures at bay.

It was the first time in a very long time that she'd done this without Ben to joke with and make plans with for dinner and ice cream afterward. Knowing she could do it . . . that was important, too.

Surreal didn't need to be a Queen to know that the land was failing and the blood was tainted. Any fool could see that.

So Titian's daughter went a-hunting through the streets and alleyways of town, intent on slaying any of the perversions that strayed into her path. There were still landens here, and possibly children, and Surreal wasn't just going to leave them unprotected to die.

The fact that such hunting got her blood singing, well, Surreal was a bit of a special girl.

Grey and angry, Topher tore out of the dorm building and into the preserve, looking for something to -- something to hit. Or kick or punch or do anything to make something else as sore and bruised as he was. He didn't know much about inflicting violence, but his claws seemed sharp enough to do some damage, and if the state of his bed was any indication, he could kick pretty hard too.

Someone that angry wasn't exactly subtle, and Surreal tailed him for a bit before speaking.

"Hey there, sugar," she said, sliding her fingers along the stiletto sheathed on her leg. "Where's the fire?"

If he attacked her, it meant she could stab him. If he didn't...maybe he wasn't too far gone yet.

"Somewhere different," he said, in his typical careless sort of way. He had a bad habit of underestimating girls.

"Why don't you run along and get an extinguisher?"

[[Wow, LJ, thanks for the notif. NOT. Sigh.]]

"Maybe I am the extinguisher," she replied, curling two fingers along the hilt of the blade. "Why don't you run along to the healer or back to your room?"

[[no worries, I haven't had notifs in daaaaaaays]]

"I think I'm good here, honestly," Topher told her with a condescending little smile on his face. "Not that you're not extra-special helpful!"

There! A deer! Or was that just a sharp gust of wind? Either way, he wanted to hit it.

Surreal rolled her eyes. "One thing I have never been accused of, boyo, is being helpful," she scoffed.

"Fine, then, you're unhelpful," he said, throwing up his hands. "Can we move on?"

"All I asked is where you were going in such a hurry," Surreal drawled. "Not in the mood to be social? What's the rush?"

Just the idea of having to socialize was suddenly immensely frustrating, and Topher kicked at the ground, then marveled at the damage his foot had managed to do to a small ant colony. Well. Sucked for them.

"I'm powerwalking," he said finally. "Now can you move?"

"You got a problem with females, or just an ass in general?" she asked idly. "'Cause taking a walk is the last thing little gray boys ought to be doing, unless it's to the healer."

Both. He had a problem with girls and he was an ass in general.

"Thanks for the advice," he said dryly, then leaned forward to try to pat Surreal on the shoulder. "But if you don't mind, I'd kind of rather go kill some deer. Later!"

And then he moved to walk away.

The moment he made to pat her shoulder, her hand snapped up to twist his wrist back, painfully. "Don't touch me," she said, utterly calm. "Never touch me, sugar. Not if you want to live."

Whoa. That kind of thing would normally leave him screaming and crying uncle, but now?

"Oh, yeah?" he snarled, trying to simultaneously untwist his wrist and shove her backward with surprising force. "And you're, what, gonna kill me?"

Surreal's Green shield snapped up instinctively, defense to meet force.

Her smile wasn't very friendly, either. "You wouldn't be the first," she purred, calling in another knife to her other hand and moving to press the flat of the blade against his ribs in a silent promise. "You wouldn't even be in the first hundred."

"You really wanna start this dance, sugar?"

"Uh," Topher began, then kicked out to get some distance from her and assumed a ridiculously dramatic fight posture, feet shoulder-width apart with his fists up in front of him. "Yeah."

Hey, his posture might not be right, but he had all the brute force of a grey monster.

She couldn't help it; Surreal laughed, her voice high and clear. "Sugar, you couldn't beat up a kitten like that."

That just fueled his rage. "Oh, yeah?" Topher snarled, and he threw a powerful punch aimed right for her face.

Surreal ducked under it smoothly, moving to the side to snap a hard kick at his knees. She'd probably - unfortunately - get in trouble if she killed the bastard. Even if he was actually asking for it.

"I take that back," she said, still laughing. "Perhaps you're the kitten; you're certainly shaggy and ackward enough to be one."

...He was very shaggy and awkward.

Topher scrambled out of the way of her kick, though that required far more movement than it would have for someone who was actually, you know, graceful. Then he let loose an actual growl, and reached over to try to pull her hair.

Topher... pretty much knew how to catfight.

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That she had not been expecting.

"A female kitten," she snarled, wincing at the pain. "You fight like a child."

She turned in towards him, stabbing a knife towards his elbow. Let's see you hold her hair now, boy.

The knife made contact, and suddenly his elbow was bleeding. On instinct, he leaned over to the nearest anything to try to wipe it off with, which -- entirely accidentally -- resulted in him jabbing his elbow toward Surreal's nose.

"UGH. Your blood stinks like a three-day-dead pile of shit," she snarled, striking out with the blade again to try and sever the arm this time.

Some healer would help him recover. Eventually. But Surreal didn't want tainted blood anywhere near her nose or mouth.

[[been abducted by rl, will ping as able]]

And Topher was... not fast enough to pull back in time to avoid being cut, but he was able to stumble backwards before Surreal could achieve her goal of severing his arm altogether.

"Okay," he growled. "You asked for it."

And he dove forward with the intention of tackling her to the ground. The time for being afraid of girl-cooties was past -- now he was pissed.

[[No prob, take your time!]]

If someone ever told Surreal that there was a male at school that was past puberty and still thought girls had cooties, she would laugh herself sick.

She was still trying to keep the blood from her face, so Surreal wasn't as fast as she usually was. Topher clipped her on the side and down she went, but brought up her knees to hopefully crack him in the rips and toss him over her.

And sure enough, those were his ribs cracking as her knees made impact with them. Before he knew it, Topher was airborne, thrown into the air until he landed hard on the ground beside her.

He growled, spitting and hissing, and got to his feet surprisingly quickly, then knelt down and tried to pummel Surreal in the face.

Well now, what kitten-boy lacked in any sort of sense, he made up for with brute force, now didn't he?

His fists made contact twice before she was rolling away, coming to her knees to flick a throwing knife from her wrist-sheathe right at his eyes.

"Aaaagh!"

And that was the squelching sound of a blade puncturing an eye. Momentarily blinded in one eye, Topher threw up a hand to the wound and lumbered forward, getting more grey-monster and less human by the second.

"Bitch!" he yelled.

Right. That was a bit of both, to be honest.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Surreal taunted, throwing two more and dancing to the side. "I've been called worse, sugar."

Finally, the pelted knives got to be too much for him to stand any chance of dodging, and with an agonized howl, Topher tore off further into the preserve. Maybe some of the deer would be less hostile.

Momoko had woken up still grey, still with a tail, her fingers now long and sharp and claw-y, her shoes no longer came close to fitting and her head was starting to get totally weird shaped.

Normally she would be back at the clinic complaining VERY LOUDLY to be fixed, but her mind was also starting to transform faster now, as if it was catching up to the rest of her, and Momoko was feeling less disgusted with the changes she was going through as time went on. And more and more she wanted to EAT. Which wouldn't be all that unusual except for what she was eating. And how she was getting that food.

It terrified her that, even in her not-monster-y moments, she was enjoying the rush that the hunting and killing was giving her.

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