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Tim Stoker ([personal profile] kayakking) wrote2020-12-21 09:43 am

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YET ANOTHER PSL AU POST BECAUSE WE ARE MONSTERS.



LITERALLY.


Kinda the premise.
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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2021-07-07 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ God, Tim, please. Algric is ... well, nervous. He's got plenty of the Lonely's chill to protect him - even more knowing that they've left Jonah behind without telling him anything. (But it will be fine, right? Oh sure, Jonah will be mad, but after Tim and Algric retake the Institute, all will be forgiven. Or they'll die and forgiveness won't matter.)

He manages a nervous laugh, but that's about it. He has been here before, but only with Peter, and that with Leitner's Leitner in hand. ]


It is very James Bond, I'll give him that. Too bad he's such a twat.
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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2021-07-07 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Algric glances down at that worrying and surges forward a bit, touching Tim's elbow? Hey. He's here. He's terrified, but he is here.

Also, he manages a weak smile. ]


Pretty sure it makes you a Bond girl, actually.
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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2021-07-07 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Okay. Okay, fine. That gets an actual laugh. He even beams at Tim just a little. ]

Can't argue with that. Bond gent it is--
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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2021-07-07 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Down the hallway, Algric's laugh echoes. And distorts. Almost like it's Algric's voice being put through ten layers of audio distortion. ]

"Bond gent, izzit."
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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2021-07-07 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh. Oh god. Algric knows that voice. First from having met the man/avatar during the apocalypse, but also from his own nightmares. That burbly fleshy voice urging his bodybuilders further into the building, to catch the one who'd legged it ...

He makes a high-pitched noise of distress as he lets Tim step in front of him. He can't quite HIDE like this, but. ]


N-no, I - this is the only one I know of. There might not be another path.

[ In front of them, a shadow seems to detach from the wall. Sinew and gristle wrapped around each other in the vague shape of a man. He's bent double in the tunnel, with a hand as big as a dinner plate reaching out the wall to brace him as he goes. A few more shapes shift in the darkness: like Jared, but smaller. Waiting for his command. ]

"Isn't any." [ A meaty chuckle. ] "Door's right behind. I set up proper."
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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2021-07-07 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)

[ This gurgling laugh is almost friendly? Awful, but. Jared doesn’t seem hateful, just. Purposeful. ]

“Wouldn’t that be lovely. Might do that after ‘m done with this job.”

[ The others advance but don’t quite draw close. They just… silently close off the exits, other than the way they came. ]

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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2021-07-07 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh yeah. One of the bodybuilders draws close - and then jolts back with a hiss. ]

"'e's too 'ot, boss. Somethin' cracklin' wot burned me."

[ Jared laughs a bit at that. ]

"Serves y'right. We're here to block th'way. Mebbe have a snack or two."

[ He eyes Tim (and Algric, who is radiating cold like a goddamn freezer right now.) ]

"Bit of hot sauce and an ice lolly, seems like."
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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2021-07-08 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ The body builder that jerked back from Tim starts to sizzle with the unmistakeable smell of cooking meat. Underneath, though, the result is not steak or even burnt flesh: it's wasting away to nothing, to uselessness, to the opposite of everything they wanted to be. They let out a guttural cry and stagger back a few paces.

(Next to Tim, Algric is borderline invisible, his mists already snaking around and searching for a path out. If he can teleport them, maybe--)

Jared rolls those two beady eyes towards his bodybuilder. Considers their pathetic flesh. Then turns back to Tim, rather more calculating now. ]


"'ardly nothing left of the flesh in there. Just a domesticated corpse."

[ Desiccated. ]
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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2021-07-08 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Domesticated corpses are 100% a thing that exists SOMEWHERE. Maybe Jared even has one stuffed away in his limbnasium.

The bodybuilder cries out as the collapse, the chemical fire burning through them like nothing else. They cry out to their friends, to Jared - both of which regard the weakening frame in front of them with something approaching scorn. And for Jared, well. A hint more respect for Tim here.

(There's motion from behind Algric. A hint of mist. He's moving, if you can keep Jared's attention.) ]


"I ain't one of yet high-an'-mighty types." [ Said slowly, carefully. ] "Tower's worth nothin' to me. An' Elias pays."
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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2021-07-08 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ The bodybuilders shy back, horrified by the fire burning up their companion. Jared...

Jared stays firm. A solid wall between Tim and Algric and the Panopticon. And his eyes are beady, roving the room for ... well. For Algric. he can't seem to find Algric just yet. ]


"Doesn't matter much. But you can't pay me what 'e is."
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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2021-07-08 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jared sure has a lot of flesh, but he seems to be limited by it, at least. Physically, he has to get close to do his awful work. And he has to see things with his actual eyes.

(For the most part, anyway. Algric HAS been marked, after all ... Jared can smell something moving about.)

Jared grunts a bit at that. ]


"Archivist bones. And some Assistant ones t'match."

[ As it turns out ... Jared is much, much faster than he looks. A split second is all it takes to lunch forward, grabbing at Tim's arm. If Jared makes contact, Tim will find that his flesh is quick to burn in a different way: acid starting to digest the skin, tunneling down through old worm scars to get at those delicious, delicious bones underneath. ]
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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2021-07-08 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)

[ Jared can handle some burning. He’s made of much sterner stuff than his bodybuilders after all. The very BEST bones, the finest cuts of meat. Jared is not a snack, he is an entire god damn feast.

But that wax… ugh. Jared draws back with a truly disgusted noise. (He continues to burn catabolically, but - perhaps to his regret later - he ignores it for now. ]

“Now that’s not playin’ fair. I was promised good an’ toasty bones, not this mess.”

[ He turns towards where the mist is gathering near the doorway. ]

“Where’s the ice one?”

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[personal profile] curriculum_fictae 2021-07-08 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)

[ Jared -

Well. It must be a scream, but the sound that echoes from all that meat is not nearly high pitched enough to count as one. A howl, perhaps, that chills to the bone. The heat consumes his arm in turn, sloughing off skin and muscle and sinew. ]

“I worked - so hard on that—“

[ Jared turns on one of the other builders, tearing into them to build himself up. The resulting fight is, um. Messy. To say the least.

But Algric is there next to Tim’s side again, plucking at him with invisible fingers. He sees the horrifying remains of Tim’s arm - makes a distressed noise - but there’s no time, no time at all. They’re already hopelessly late. ]

Tim! Tim, come on, I’ve got a way through!

[ he all but drags Tim towards the doorway to rhe Panopticon proper. It’s not… open as much as Algric has tunneled through it with the Lonely. Not ideal, but the best they can do. ]