HELL OF A HANGOVER PT. 2

[ringleaders]

Who: The people who were captured or turned.
When: Very early Day 66 to Day 67
Where: Vampire Hell
What: Those that were captured by the vampires are brought back to one of their demonic home dimensions to be imprisoned or integrated into the pack. People can start moving over here as they resolve their threads at the masquerade.
Warnings: Horrible BS, most likely. Violence, sexuality, torture, etc.

GOING TO HELL↴ You don't get to see what the outside of the fortress looks like, since when you were brought here, it was either by portal or by a ritual summoning ring set up by the vampires. However, the realm is easy to get the gist of - it's about classically hell dimension as you can imagine. Lava runs throughout the fortress like water in Venice, and the architecture is smooth black and grey stone that puts a significant effort into looking imposing. Skulls, demons, suggestive nudity - it's all carved straight into the pillars, or provided via ornate tapestry. It's hot, too, though not as hot as it should realistically be while standing at the edge of a lava pool. Prisoners and freshly turned vampires will end up separated - those that have been captured will be chained in iron and locked within a great stone cell within the center of a ring of lava (as pictured above), with only narrow bridges leading across it. Those that have been turned will be unceremoniously thrown into the living areas of the other neonate vampires - which turns out to be a cavernous pit of almost-rooms where a vast quantity of newly turned vampires have been left to sort themselves out. ► IMPRISONED: The supervisors (or other captives that have made themselves exceptions) will be bound with iron and left in a large cell kept separate from the rest of the prison. At first, they'll all be locked in there together - spread around the walls of the dungeon to be kept apart from each other, but able to communicate across the gap. As time goes on, they may be pulled away for "special treatment" - whatever cruel fate the vampires end up having in mind for them, whether that be interrogation, brainwashing, or simply aimless torment. Sometimes they'll be brought back, and other times they won't. How exactly they are bound is up to you, but at the very least each prisoner should have either a collar or shackles of iron, which will rob veteran characters of most of their powers. It will be extremely uncomfortable, too. ► FORSAKEN: The newly turned vampires will be introduced to their "hazing" almost immediately - that is, they'll be mixed in with the other neonates, apparently collected from at least three different words. Most of them appear human, however, so the looks of the new arrivals may set them apart - potential in ways that may cause them difficulties. These young vampires have been dumped into a series of caverns and left to live with each other, with animals or human victims occasionally tossed in for them to feed. There is not enough blood to go around, ultimately, and the human victims are highly preferred over the animals - these means there is constant and violent competition over who gets to feed. The ideal is for the neonates to thin their own ranks, allowing the strongest and most canny to survive long enough to be accepted into the rest of the clan. You'll want to stick together - after all, vampires can feed off of each other, as well. ► MORNINGSTAR: Apparently the demon in charge of this all is a creature that calls herself "Morningstar." You won't see her long if you see her at all - the only sight of her you see is a form within a black cultist's robe, with their face concealed in shadow. Beyond her, you can continue using adult or neonates vampire NPCS to torment your characters, or ask the mods for the presence of an elder, if needed. Whatever scheme is going on here, it's clear you're just another pawn.

Comments

[pullingamiko]

Jeez, dude. [She frowns at him, shoulders hunching a little.] That's gonna be tough, you don't even look anything like that... whatever-bat guy. [That's who she'd really like to be punching right now.]

Alright, fine, I'll hit you if you'll chill out for a while, deal?

[If he doesn't protest (which... she doubts he will anyway at this point), she winds back and slugs him in the shoulder-- and something cracks.

She... might have forgotten about her contract with the Ringmaster for a moment there.]

[control_freak]

[The worst part of this is that Foster doesn't know Xabat's name, so what he pictures is a literal man-bat. Which even he has to admit is an image he doesn't fit well. But it's not about what he looks like--it's about how much he needs Miko to hurt him, and how much Miko wants to hurt something--or someone, it doesn't matter.

So he doesn't argue with that at all, only angling his head down to look 'up' at her--right before she swings.

She can hear the crack, and so can Foster. But more than that, he can feel it.
He's only been (un?)fortunate enough to break a couple of bones in his life besides his ribs, and never one as large as his humerus. The pain is immediate, and excruciating--he doubles over immediately, the hand on his unbroken arm clutching his shoulder in agony--agony that is immediately chased by a feeling of... elation. Relief. Incredible, bottomless gratitude.

The pain isn't fleeting, like a pressed bruise--nor does it change, like a cut's sharpness becoming a sting. It's radiating, piercing, violent in a throbbing, hot way--he presses his forehead into the cracked, cold stone, making harsh, wet gasping sounds against it even as he starts trying to laughing. Oh God, he feels so good, so much... so much better, he wants it again, he wants it more--]

... yes--hhhghk, thank you, haha... hahaha, yes...!!

[dorkypantsuit]

He nods, Joker would probably end up turned. Psi and Sans and Peridot though, none of them could be turned that way. He's just not sure what will be done with them, but he fears whatever it is might be worse than any sort of death he might face. They'd kept them alive so far, at least.

He doesn't know what it is, Sans jokes or the deep sense of impending doom, but he's thinking over his life, over things he'd said and done. If he has any regrets its that the people back home won't know what's happened to him. Or perhaps simply that he'd never get to say good bye. If they just killed him he could be rehatched, the Ringmaster had promised him that, but he had a feeling he wouldn't be that lucky here.

"I was too scared to go back home when I had the chance... I'm such a fool."

[pullingamiko]

Shit--!

[When Miko agreed to hit Foster she HAD NOT EXPECTED THIS RESULT. Which, like, okay, at least he LITERALLY ASKED FOR THIS so it could be worse? BUT ALSO.]

Uh... you're welcome? Shit, man, are you okay?

[osteothropy]

"Of course that seems obvious now," Sans says, staring off into space, the dots of light that form his eyes more hazy and less focused than usual. "Whatever you didn't do... it's always gunna seem better."

He knows it's true, because he's felt it. Experienced it. There's no wrong decision and right decision dichotomy. Sometimes, all your options suck.

"If you went back... you coulda found yourself thinking the same things. Wishin' you'd waited. Wishin' you'd learned more. Wishin' you'd done something different, like you are now."

His voice is especially frail at the end of it.

"Doesn't make a difference."

V2

[dorkypantsuit]

What did they do?

[He's not even looking Joker's way, but his voice is clear.]

[destiny_key]

[It's not so much that Sora knew what was going on with these two, exactly, and more that he very suddenly got a feeling that something was wrong. Looking over at Foster and Miko from across the room is not encouraging.

So he makes his way across said room, and picks up speed until he skids to a stop beside the pair, going to his knees beside them.]

What happened?!? How did- But- Foster, what the heck...

[control_freak]

[Ahh... fuck. It hurts. It hurts, but it's not enough, it's more than any single injury has hurt since his arm but it's not enough. Not by itself--oh God, but he wants it to hurt so much more.

He's about to beg her to do it again, to give him more, to really break him when Sora shows up, and his presence makes Foster feel sick.

The sharp, cavernous pang of his hunger is overwhelming; he feels like he's just about to snap, but every time he does, the revulsion hits him again and the impulse is instead to vomit--he chokes on it, retches, still breathless from the agony of his very broken arm. This--this is so much better. So much better.]

D-don't... stop there...!

[He's also drooling on the cavern floor.

So maybe it's good he has his head down.]

[dorkypantsuit]

Sans logic is to sensible to even bother arguing against. That doesn't mean he likes hearing it. He wants there to be a right choice, even if making the wrong one feels so awful. To think it wasn't even possible, it was the same as admitting there wasn't anyway to change things in the first place. He can see Sans struggling, the way his eyes unfocus and his voice wavers. Was this the reason? This crushing sense of defeat, it was unbearable.

"It's... not fair!" It's the most childish petulant thing he's ever said, so of course it makes the most sense for it to say it while crying harder than he has in a long time. All he wanted was to be treated like a person, was that so much to ask. His jaw clenches, his eyes pressing tightly closed. "I just wanted something to live for."

Was that so much to ask?

[onlyabackup]

[Oh yes. Now this is exactly what she wanted. She smiles, happy at seeing him finally crack. The smile sticks to her face, even as she grabs her iron knife from her belt and stabs it into his thigh.]

Please don't touch me, I'd rather not have your filth all over my clothes.

[If he doesn't release her at the stab, she'll knock his hand away. She pulls her knife from his limb, slowly, as she leans back away from him.]

Even if I tell you where he is, you can't do anything to help him.

[osteothropy]

He doesn't have anything to say to that. What is he supposed to say? That life isn't fair? That now he has something to die for instead? Nothing he can say has any meaning, or any usefulness. It never did, which is why he kept it all to himself. No one needed to be told that things were hopeless. People could be better than he was.

But there's nothing else to say. He's all out of dumb jokes. There's nothing between that empty feeling and the world outside anymore.

So, he doesn't say anything, because nothing he could say would have any value. Instead, his gaze just flickers down towards the ground, and goes dim.

B/V2

[cuckooed]

[Well. Even from beneath the amazing amount of chains on her, Koel's glower is very much apparent.]

I suppose that is one more thing I'll need to keep in mind when we all get out, isn't it?

[No one hurts Koel's own and gets away with it, damnit.]

III

[cuckooed]

Her throat is dry, her body is screaming in pain. But when she sees Psi in that condition, sees him brought back in and completely quiet, she can't help but let out a gasp.

"What have they done to you, dear?!"

[otoko]

[He can see that rock. His eyes narrow, and his claws twitch until even the slightest sign of 'submission' comes to his attention, Yuugi's words an echo until the minute the rock is somewhat released. He is no longer hungry, or at least, not as hungry as before no-but he is still very much aflame beneath his skin, itching with too much energy and power and heavily on edge when it comes to attack.

Psiioniic. He grimaces immediately.] Mnhh... ...I, the man Gongenzaka, may have attacked him myself... ...though I am certain he would have escaped, I was not...

...My actions were UNFORGIVABLE..! [he snarls, claws digging into the elk as his thoughts shift.] I, the man Gongenzaka, allowed myself to fall into whatever control there was!

I...

[....Full. Hah. He nods grimly.] ...I, the man Gongenzaka, can more or less say the same....

[otoko]

[Well, it doesn't seem to deter the vampire at least. Allegro gives wheezing laughs, before stooping down to prod his cane at the wound. The edge-tipped with iron-traces around the large teeth marks, and he grins.] Quiet are you? Well, that's alright, I'm apparently... very good, at talking to myself, [he rambles, looking to Psii as if they were holding conversation anyway.]

He must have really not liked your taste though, what a shame...you know I heard certain...Bugs... [he considers, choosing his words with 'care' as he thumps the cane beat-by-beat against the wound,] ...have a nasty taste to them...I didn't think bees were in that group though!

[He leaves the can sitting there a moment. Iron on fabric and flesh, sizzling. It isn't too much iron, thankfully; just a coating added for the purposes of the fight.

But then again, it is still at the end of the day, Iron.]

[dorkypantsuit]

[He grimaces at the prodding, trying to move his leg out of the way without thinking. It still hurts, the teeth marks having cut deep, and the iron doesn't help. He's no more bug than man is monkey, but he doesn't bother arguing the point. He just wants the pain to cease.]

[dorkypantsuit]

Psi doesn't say anything either. He already knows the answer. For trolls like him it was entirely too much to hope for. Maybe for skeletons too. He wishes he'd never thought to ask for more, and he winces. He knows Signless would hate to hear him say that. He'd hate to see Signless give up too. What else could he do? Psi's mind was blank. He wasn't this font of eternal optimism that Signless seemed to be. He was just a normal troll. For all his power he was just a yellowblood. That was all he'd ever be, no matter the actual color of the blood flowing through his veins.

His crying eventually stops. He's like to wipe his face clean, but it's impossible with the way he's chained up.

"I'm sorry." he murmurs, voice even worse sounding than before from his tears.

this juice is gross

[sunflowerfields]

Hinawa feels sick, but she does her best to ignore her own hunger pangs and concentrate on the others. She has to keep an eye on everyone, especially the younger members of the carnival, down here in this horrible place.

When she spies Jamie, she doesn't run, or even adopt a defensive stance to protect herself. Instead, she just offers a bare arm. She's pale, and her eyes are sunken- this may not have been the first time.

"Here. Do what you need." She says solemnly. She's still not sure how this all works, just that they need to bite other people.

Hinawa | Open!

[sunflowerfields]

A: Mama bear

Hinwa had never even heard of vampires before all this, and the last day or so had been a crash course in something she would have preferred to remain ignorant about. Vampires are cruel. Vampires are violent. Vampires are monsters.

And she is one of them now.

When she was thrown into the pit with all the others, she fell into despair. She was trapped in a dark, terrible place, and she was most likely never going to leave. She would never see her family again.

But soon, her despair turns to anger. As easy as it would be to just lay down an accept it, there's a fire in her. How dare these vampires think they can rob her darling boys of their mother. And what of the others? She saw the faces of those she recognized thrown down here, too- and some of them children. That these foul creatures could do this to children makes her blood boil. And on top of all of it is the constant hunger, gnawing at her insides.

With a combination of starvation, desperation, and determination fueling her, Hinawa starts after her fellow carnival workers down in the caves. She's going to find them and make sure no harm comes to them, even if it kills her.

B: Wilted sunflower

...And it just might.

As much as she wants to keep everyone safe, there's only so much one mom can do. Hinawa didn't fight so much as she brandished a large rock threateningly at anyone who came too close to her or whoever she was trying to protect. She offered her own arms willingly to anyone who needed to feed, but that was quickly taking its toll as well.

She sits herself against a damp cavern wall to rest, just for a little while. Her skin has taken on an ashen pallor, and her eyes are sunken and glazed over. Some neonates ignore her entirely due to her striking resemblance to an actual corpse.

"I just need a moment to catch my breath," She'll wheeze to anyone who seems concerned, but it's obvious she needs more than that.

[pipers_son]

[For a second, the pain is somehow so sudden that it doesn't reach his brain, and the next thing he knows he's crumpling from the sting of iron while his hand is batted away- although not with no damage, wooden fingers trying to tear through cloth.]

Whoresblood-!

[Perhaps too apt, considering his mother's job and the things he's done, but Joker doesn't really think on that as he presses his hand down against it and glowers up at her with wings quivering and tense.]

[toogoodtoopure]

[His ears flick back against his head at that, pressing the rock into his hand as hard as he could before he exhaled a deep sigh. Psiioniic...had he gotten Chiaki-san to safety? He wouldn't know. Yuugi cfossed his arms over his chest, curling in on himself a bit as he glanced away from the other boy, brow furrowing. He fights the urge to shift closer, but to get closer would draw his eyes down to the elk and they might...

He wouldn't win.

He puts his rock down, examining the marks and slight bruising gripping it so hard caused, before he speaks softly.]

Your actions weren't yours, Gongenzaka-san. I'm sure Psiioniic-san knows that. You wouldn't hurt him on purpose. Just like you wouldn't hurt me or anyone else on purpose.

[Yuugi lifted his head, brow furrowing and muzzle wrinkling as his ears pulled back. He didn't know the other duelist very well, but from what he'd seen of him, he knew it would be against whatever code he had. His eyes draw to the elk as Gongenzaka's claws dig in, violet burning red, before he shook his head, turning to look around them rather than at him.]

We need to get out of here. I... [want to see Chiaki again. Yuugi's ears pick up the sound of movement and he turns his head, looking first at Gongenzaka, then a distance away. He crouched down on all fours, shoulders hunching, a small snarl leaving his throat.] There's some coming.

[betheman]

[He could remember the violet flooding into his jaws, and the acrid taste and scent that had resulted. If it were not for that sudden rush of disgust, he worries fro what he would have done.

Gongenzaka watches as Yuugi stays across from him, and after a moment of deliberation, manages to push the elk forward with his forepaws, the claws releasing it. It's open for 'killshare' now, if that helps them feel easier about things. He has enough of himself back to keep from attacking over something so minor. At the least, he feels no better about what happened.] Even so, I, the man Gongenzaka, cannot put myself at easy by blaming the control of another. They were still my actions, however filtered, however affected by another source..!

They were still things that I, the man Gongenzaka, could have and would have done..! [His ears fall back, and his voice breaks.] ...No matter how much I wanted those things to never occur...

[Yuugi is right. They need to get out of here-but just as Yuugi picks up the sound, so too does Gongenzaka, and he stands to his full height with his own teeth bared.] ...Aah...

I hear them...

[betheman]

[A cruel grin comes on Allegro's face in turn, far wider and menacing than the expression of seconds ago. Though Psii is at least somewhat successful in moving-the cane no longer touches the edges of the wound, at least-his success is minimal, and the vampire seems to view the motion as a sign that he is 'getting somewhere'.] You know...I don't think he ended up eating in the end. He's probably sitting with the rest of the young ones in a pile by now, with that kind of feeding frenzy~

Most of mine have the sense to avoid that kind of thing, thank goodness-talking about your kind has that effect! But anyone else... [he clicks his tongue, wagging a finger.] ....With claws like those, I can't imagine he would have been able to resist much longer, even without my help...

Just look what he did when I told him to let loose! [the vampire laughs-and the cane moves, searching for the deepest part of the wound and poking its way in, iron plating searing the sides of the flesh.] How deep did he bite, I wonder?! Are even 'we' so vicious?

[dorkypantsuit]

The hook is intimidating, but he tries not to let it show. He knows his expressions of pain and fear are just what they want. The pain still comes though, as she hauls him up into the air, and the full weight of his body pulls on his arms. He tries to use his psionics to alleviate the pain without thinking, but he can't even spark. The iron has drained him. He tries not to shake, every movement of his body causing the chain to swing, the momentum that pulls at him making the pain even worse, but it's nearly impossible to hold completely still.

[dorkypantsuit]

[His anger only grows as the man degrades Gongenzaka. This man clearly doesn't know the first thing about Gon, clearly didn't know anything. His thoughts are interrupted by the pain of that cane and he cries out in pain as it pushes his flesh apart.]