monsters in the dark

[animusmods]

Characters: any
Setting: all around the Tower; please specify the date and location in your subject header!
Format: any/party-style
Summary: A general mingle log for characters to encounter monsters.
Warnings: PG-13; please include any more detailed warnings in your threads if necessary.

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[themonsters]

[The creature hisses as Claudia's foot smashes its nose and jerks its head sharply away from the blow (unfortunately, with Claudia's other leg still held in its mouth as it does so).

It continues to struggle with worming its way past the pipes, but the steady spray of the numbing chemical has made it difficult for the monster to move anything but its head.]

[sicharia]

[The adrenaline only dulls the pain so much, and she cries out again, the sound sharp and raw. She feels something tear and then crack, the limb jerking in the creature's mouth as the sensation shoots up to her hip. Her struggles don't cease, though—she knows how to endure pain, and the strange, sudden anger boiling inside her only makes her that much more determined to fight, her thoughts frantic and desperate.]

[Her hand finally catches on something that gives. She doesn't stop to look at what it is—maybe a piece of an old valve—but it feels jagged and rusty when she grips it. Her attempted kicking ceases, and instead she tries to haul herself up again in spite of the damage that movement does to her leg. Pain throbs up her entire body as she does her damnedest to jam the metal in her hand into the monster's eye. Her palm feels wet and she isn't sure if it's with her blood or something else.]

warning for a kind of gross tag

[themonsters]

[The monster gurgles and screeches around the shreds of flesh and bone in its mouth as the broken valve pierces its eye. It thrashes violently in response to the pain -- Claudia's actions seem to have angered it impossibly further. A numb, clawed limb flails furiously in Claudia's direction, even as the creature is half-blinded by the damage to its eye.]

[sicharia]

[This time, the noise Claudia makes is rasping, the pain great enough now that she can't even scream. All she can do now is gasp and slump against the net of pipes encasing her, her body finally running out of fight even as her mind screams. Her leg is mangled beyond repair, and there's a strange throbbing all the way up her numb arm and into her shoulder. She feels sick, and she isn't sure if it's from blood loss or the chemicals. All she can do now is wait and see which of them succumbs to poisoning first. She's certain she'll die either way.]

[themonsters]

[It's practically doused in the chemicals by now. Though its struggling continues, its vice grip on Claudia's leg is slackening, and its movements in general have become sluggish and clumsy. Its flailing seems without direction, though seeing as it can no longer really see Claudia, that's not surprising.

It's relentless in its attempted assault, as much as a blind, poisoned beast can be.]

[sicharia]

[She feels its hold on her leg loosen, and in one final, desperate attempt to free herself, she lashes out with her other foot again. Collapsed against the rusted, metal piping, she kicks at its snout and jaw.]

[themonsters]

[The monster's head falls uselessly away from Claudia's leg, its jowls twitching and body jerking in some echo of an attempt to bite her again. But it can't move enough to do so.

It lets out a deceptively vicious snarl, though there is no motion to accompany it.]

this tag is gross too

[sicharia]

[She pulls back as far as she can inside the nest of pipes. Half her limbs are useless. She can see bone amongst the tattered flesh of her lower leg, or at least she thinks she can. Her vision blurs. She can't stand. Even crawling... Where would she crawl to?]

[Her breathing is shallow, and she feels sick, so she turns her head and vomits. Some of it drips down her chin and onto the front of her dress.]

[It's only once she has managed to expel even the acid from her stomach that she wonders if the creature is dead, and whether it's safe to leave it that way if it isn't.]

[themonsters]

[It isn't dead yet, evidenced by the occasional twitching of its body and the continuous growl coming from its throat. However, it's no longer able to move.

If Claudia still has it in her to be angry, it will be very tempting to finish the monster off. Maybe there was something in that bite.]

[sicharia]

[She watches it twitch, and she feels the same absurd, furious reaction as before. She's too tired to analyze it. She's too tired to do much of anything, but she drags herself free from the tangle of pipes anyway, giving into the emotion easily. She's always been an emotional person.]

[She'll kill it. It's already done so much to her, and she hates that she can't even defend herself, so she'll kill it—]

[Blood smears behind her injured leg as she drags herself. She isn't sure where or what she is dragging herself to, but she needs—something. She can't kill it without a tool. It's purely by luck that her hand lands on a fragment of broken pipe—the same one she kicked free, the metal having ricocheted and rolled vaguely back in the her direction after it had striking the monster earlier.]

[She isn't a strong person, and especially not with the adrenaline draining from her body now, but she takes that pipe and strikes the creature about the head over and over again, making up for power and focus with pure tenacity.]

[themonsters]

[The steady growling trails off into pitiful, staccato whines as Claudia continues to strike it with the bludgeon.

Eventually, the creature falls silent. It stops twitching. There is no whining, or any other evidence of breathing. Its skull is misshapen from the beating it has taken.

Claudia has killed it.]

[sicharia]

[She throws up again.]

[There isn't anything left in her stomach but acid, but she wretches so hard it hurts. She wretches so hard tears roll down her cheeks.]

[She doesn't have the strength to do anything more than drag herself a few feet away. She certainly doesn't have the strength to pull herself somewhere safe, on this floor or another. It doesn't matter, though. Why should she worry about more monsters when she'll die either way?]

[She collapses, body curling in on itself as she goes still as well.]