theresalwayshope | 014} i'm almost human, please don't run away / cause wherever you are, i'll be a scream away

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014} i'm almost human, please don't run away / cause wherever you are, i'll be a scream away

[When the video feed clicks on, it shows an image of the dirt with a triskelion scratched into it. A familiar female voice narrates as a stick comes into the shot, pointing to each leg of the trifold spiral.]

Alpha. Beta. Omega. This symbolizes the cycle of the werewolf: at any time, any wolf can rise to one or fall to another.

[The feed shifts quickly, and soon a familiar set of features fills the feed sufficiently to hide the background in an effort to obscure her location. Allison Argent is pretty much the same in appearance, no matter where she's known...but those not from the Mirror Barge may not recognize the bright, earnest light in her features, and may notice the absence of that sliver of ice in her expression, despite the fact that her eyes are narrowed in the feed with steely resolve.]

We all got the same message from the Admiral. He wants these...infiltrators dead. Rack up your kills, and you get a prize.

[She leans in a little more, lip curling in a little sneer.]

He's turned life and death into a game...and the only way to truly win a game like this is not to play.

Anyone that feels the same is welcome to join me. If you want to live, if you don't want to participate in this slaughter? Leave this symbol somewhere. Scratch it in the ground, carve it in a tree, paint it on a rock. Whoever you are, wherever you come from...treat this as a symbol of safe harbor. If you leave this mark, you're promising that you won't kill anyone, and you won't attack anyone unless you have to defend yourself against a threat. I will find you, I will take you somewhere safe...and I swear, I will protect you with my last breath.

[This is the part where Allison feels a small tremor of fear. These infiltrators...she doesn't know who they are, and she doesn't know if they're friend or foe...but if they're innocent, she has to help them. What other choice does she have?

Taking a deep breath, she continues.]

If you don't recognize me, it's okay. Wherever you are, if you leave me this mark I will find you.

[She pauses, her expression shifting...not the hard, arrogant calm some know in Allison Argent, but a curl of her lip and a subtle baring of her teeth that's more feral than anything.]

And if you're out there, killing innocent people for fun and profit? Don't worry.

[Her eyes narrow a little further...then flare to life with a brilliant golden light, her voice deepening and distorting with the first touch of a lupine growl.]

I'll find you, too.

(OOC: This post is good for the entire flood event! Feel free to mark which day you're playing if you want Allison to come and rescue your muse...or if you want to hunt the poor little she-wolf down. :P)

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[ Hmm. ]

I've heard worse ideas, I guess. Take 'em on one at a time, if you're lucky.

So noble. Don't you ever get sick of your own self-righteousness, Allison?

[Kira has been spending an awful lot of time running.

It's not that she can't fight. She can. Except a lot of people are out to kill each other and if it's all the same to her, she'd rather not get killed or be killed, thanks. She's had a few weird encounters so far where people have spotted her and seemed terrified, and now she's almost too afraid to approach even the most familiar faces. Or especially familiar faces.

That's why Kira has climbed a tree, trying to keep herself as hidden as possible while she observes Allison and tries to figure out if the huntress might try to kill her. Or run away from her in terror. Preferably neither one of these.]

[Lydia has spent most of her time running since she found herself in this forest. She heard the announcement from the admiral and she knew what it meant. The barges had collided. She is somehow still herself, but now, she is on the mirrors hunting list.

Despite all of the training from Bucky, she knows she can't survive dozens of skilled killers, some not even human. So she can only really do one thing: hide. She has come close to people a few times, but she found her way up a hill, where she is hiding behind trees and she has a vantage point where she should be able to see anyone coming. If nothing else, she knows she can at least give herself time to prepare to play the other Lydia before facing them.

She knows she can't ask for help over the communicators because she doesn't even know who she can trust. But then she hears a familiar voice, offering help and even if Allison isn't herself, she's Lydia's best bet.]

Allison. [She knows she looks like a mess. She has scratched herself on the cheek running too close to a tree. Her clothes are already dirty from hiding close to the ground and she knows she doesn't look as in control as her mirror self would. And right now, this might work to her advantage. But she still can't ask her for help right away.]

[Iris watches this more than once, rewinding, replaying and examining Allison's face and movements carefully. She wishes she knew her a little better, wishes she had more skill at reading humans; but in the end, she thinks, it has to come down to faith.

Still, she's careful. When the video feed cuts in, Iris is up in the crook of a tree. She could be anywhere in ths forest. She's wearing the blue protective bodysuit Barbara made her, although the colour's barely visible under the smears of mud and grime; Iris' face, too, is daubed in mud and black streaks, and there are leaves and twigs tangled in her hair.]

I get the feeling you mean that. 'Ave you found anyone from our side, yet?

That's not just your symbol to play around with.

Is that a threat, she-wolf?

[Despite being in the middle of the damn wilderness, Anita looks glamorous and perfect. All that demonic power, it does a body good.

She hardly ever pays attention to Allison. She's barely toed the waters of the wolves and their feuds, and Allison only rates as about a pawn in the game in her eyes.]

You should be careful. Somebody you don't want to deal with might misunderstand you and take you up on it.

[ OH, he liked that. That was right up his alleyway.

Unlike his counterpart on the mirror BArge, Vergil has a shirt on, and his hairs styled. He smirks a bit into the feed, speaking more prim them his mirror self as well.]

I am very impressed Allison, Good luck to your cause.

I like the target you painted on your back. Matches your shoes.

[Dull cynicism from an inmate turned warden turned inmate who lives deep in the grey between right and wrong. Bitter. Sad.]

[He almost thought this was the same Allison Argent - until she did the glowing eyes trick. Damn. He swallows dryly; he's going to have to be more careful, if more of the Mirror Barge folk are that close to their counterparts.

He debates for awhile before deciding to respond to this. He doesn't need her help, he thinks - but she deserves to know she isn't alone in this.]

I won't be putting the symbol up myself, Miss Argent. But thank you for the warning. Now if I see it, I'll know what it means.

[His voice is completely reasonable and odds are this is the most words 'Blight' has ever said within her earshot strung together without an angry scream or a growl.]

You say that as though life and death wasn't already a game.

[It's not exactly cruel, the way he says it. Musing more like. He's smiling anyway, gaze intent and human. For now.]

At least this way, everyone is playing by the same rules.

[Have a slow clap before the camera shifts and glowing blue shine to the golden.]

That was moving, really. Protecting everyone you can...

[Her eyes narrow, a total and complete lack of humanity in the look she gives Allison.]

Are you sure it's worth it? If you're out looking after everyone else, who's looking out for you?

[There's a veiled threat in there, the corner of her lip turning up ever so slightly.]

[Bucky's tempted not to say anything. He's not eager to out himself as one of the people who hasn't swapped, because he's got Steve and Helena to protect, and probably other people out there too, but.

Fuck it.

It's a voice message, because he's still not sure he wants to broadcast where he is in case Allison's lying to everyone, but it's easier to talk quietly and walk instead of stopping to type out a message, and she'd know who it was coming from regardless.]

Leaving a trail like that is just gonna mark them for the psychos who want them dead. You can't be everywhere at once.

[The Other Bucky would probably make it sound like a sneer, mocking her for being a naive kid. This is serious, earnest, because she has to listen, or she's going to get people killed.]

[Alpha. Beta. Omega. Derek taught him that. Derek tried to teach him a lot of things, and so much of it didn't sink in right away.

Scott feels like he's been socked in the gut when he sees her, when he sees her eyes. She's a werewolf. She was bitten. Someone - he doesn't even have to wonder, because he knows. Deep down, he knows it was - the other Scott. He wants to put his fist through something, but instead, he pushes air in and out of his lungs, then scratches the symbol into a tree. That's what his feed focuses on, when he turns it on.

Maybe a better orator would make a good speech, but Scott has never been good at that: when he turns the camera on himself, he keeps it simple.]

Let me help you.

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