Endgame: This is the Way the World Ends - RUANA

[animusmods]

Characters: open to those who want to fight Ruana
Setting: the lower administrative levels
Format: action, please!
Summary: It's time to take control of the Tower.
Warnings: physical and psychological horror, violence

When everyone is assembled, Zo opens up a portal--rather, he rips into space violently, as if doing anything less will cause it to snap back shut again. The way the portal quivers and shakes at the edges, it really might. He'll hurry everyone through--and they'll all step into a bedroom. The bed in the center is decorated in pink, with a large canopy and curtains surrounding the bed itself. The curtains are closed. It's silent, but the pressure is so thick in the air it's a living thing all its own. It's completely silent.

Comments

Yes good.

[morphballin]

[This pressure and silence combined are all too familiar to Samus - she remains in a combat stance, her hand resting on her blaster. (Or at least, the approximations of both.)]

She's gotta be...

[Samus engages an alternate visor, switching to thermal view.]

Where are you hiding, Ruana?

Re: Yes good.

[animusnpcs]

[The thermal view of the bed fluctuates wildly--it seems to be at any given moment absolute zero or so hot it should be on fire.]

[warriorscribe]

That feels like psionic pressure, yes...

*Enoch kneels down, trying to catch a glimpse of anything under the bed. Anything the light might reflect off of, like a weapon, piece of jewelry, an eye...

It can't be as simple as hiding behind the canopy, right? That's practically an invitation, and taking it would certainly give Ruana the advantage. Or if she is hiding in her own bed, under it would be the place to put a trap of some kind. He's acutely aware that at last he has no more chances, save what he can manage via recovery, and entire universes hang in the balance.*

[morphballin]

What the hell--?!

[The reading startles Samus, and as a reflex, she unleashes her charged beam shot at the bed. Another begins to charge after that as she waits to see if she was right to open fire, or was shooting at ghosts...]

[notagiraffe]

[Beside them Gohran growled, still in wolf form. He had no patience for enemies that hid behind curtains. Especially this one, the one who was responsible for everything.

Samus fires and Gohran follows up, shifting forms, a tentacle whipping out to try and grab Ruana, if it were Ruana on the bed, and pull her out.]

[animusnpcs]

[There doesn't appear to be anything under the bed. When Samus's shot strikes the curtain, it pulses and then wraps around Gohran's tentacle, clinging insistently. Ruana does sit on the bed once the curtains begin to tear away, staring at them.]

[warriorscribe]

*And that's the last time he overthinks anything in a battle. It's not his style anyway.

He doesn't say anything. If Ruana has truly been watching him for so long, she'll know he's sorry it's come to this. She'll also know he won't hesitate to do what he must.

Enoch rushes to free Gohran, swinging his Arch at the curtain and immediately going into a whirl that will take him out of the way of any energy beams coming, leaving it open for Samus to fire. He wouldn't want to get in the way of that thing.*

[notagiraffe]

[Gohran shook violently trying to detatch the curtain but was still when he realised Enoch was trying to help.

He let Samus fire again and then changed once more, this time into a spider like creature, legs as sharp as scythes, scuttling towards Ruana, trying to stab her where she sat.]

[animusnpcs]

[The Arch tears the curtain, separating a portion of it from the bed, though it continues to cling to Gohran, slithering along the length of one of his spider legs to find the weakest point of the limb. Another shred of fabric worms along Enoch's weapon up towards his arm.

Ruana backs away from Gohran on her hands and feet, moving with impossible agility up the bed and the wall and regarding them with a head tilted just a little too far to one side.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch didn't contemplate how it could move along energy blades like that, trying to move faster than it by leaping at Ruana with a boost midair to avoid bouncing off the bed in case there was a trap there, too, and taking a swing at her. Hopefully he could throw off the fabric, whatever it was trying to do, or dislodge it in the course of his attack.

The image of his own arm, his own weapon, lashing out at a little girl could haunt his nightmares later. Right now, there was this final battle.*

[notagiraffe]

[Gohran growled trying to shake the curtain off the leg. He twisted round to watch Enoch jump, he shifted again, one of legs that wasn't covered in the curtain turned into a tentacle. Once Enoch had attacked it followed, attacking Ruana and being ready to protect Enoch against any counter attacks.]

[animusnpcs]

[It's hard to shake the fabric. It clings to both Enoch and Gohran mercilessly, tightening around their limbs as if to cut them off entirely.

Ruana hisses and backs up along the wall just enough to avoid being hit by the energy blade, and swings a hand out towards the tentacle attacking her. As soon as she brushes it, Gohran's skin begins to burn straight off where she touched, not unlike it was put under acid.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch fell from his failed attack, landing on the bed and rolling off. No sooner had he come to a stop than he pulled at the fabric with his other hand, Arch gripped precariously by one handle between the fingers not pulling at it.

He knew his armor would protect him before it could do him any physical harm, but he didn't want to feel his arm being squeezed lifeless or whatever it was trying to do. Besides, if it was persistent enough it would actually succeed.*

[notagiraffe]

[The leg that was covered in fabric continued to try and shake it off. As her hand touches the tentacle Gohran roared in pain and anger, he shifted again, this time becoming a creature with many eyes, and lots of teeth. He hurled himself at Ruana, teeth coming together in a bite.]

[animusnpcs]

[Enoch has some success in loosening the fabric, while the scrap attached to Gohran falls off helplessly as he changes shape.

Ruana twists to avoid the attack, but Gohran is able to catch her arm. She shrieks as his teeth sink in at her elbow. Even in his mouth, her touch still burns the flesh it comes in contact with.

With a sharp hiss, she extends her other arm to try and swipe her fingers over his too-many eyes.]

[notagiraffe]

[He growled again, half from pain and half from anger as his mouth burned. But at least he had gotten her.

His eyes burned, blinded when her fingers touched them. He didn't pull back though, instead scythes once again grew from his sides as brought them down on Ruana.]

[warriorscribe]

*If he's loosened it enough, Enoch will try to slip the grip of his Arch under it, holding it by the support arch, and try to pry it free, or at least get it clinging to his weapon instead and not somewhere it could actually hurt him.

Unfortunately, it means he can't be of much help against Ruana at the moment.*

[animusnpcs]

[The fabric coils around Enoch's weapon. Ruana shrieks and coughs up blood as the scythes come down on her. She falls still.

Then she melts into a puddle of film.]

Just a reaction for reaction's sake

[warriorscribe]

*There! He clamps his hand down on it when it's wrapped around his weapon grip. It can't move if he's holding it down, right?

He looks up just in time to see "Ruana" melt into film. Good job missing the fight, Enoch.*

What in the world?

we had the same idea :p

[notagiraffe]

[Gohran stepped back, retreating to wolf form for now and looking around at Enoch, as if he could explain what had just happened and where their enemy went. He wasn't convinced they had succeeded in killing her]