Gather Up Your Loved Ones, Gather Up Your Friends

[hfm_npcs]

Warnings: Nox. So many Nox. All of the Nox. And also violence.
Location: All over the city
Characters: Everyone, and also so many Nox. Did we mention Nox?
When: Not long after the repairs on the sinkhole start
Summary: People getting kidnapped by Nox. Yikes.

The repairs on the sinkhole have been going well, but somehow, the city hasn't been the same. There's a heaviness in the air, like a thunderstorm building on the horizon. The normal sounds of a city night have given way to hoots and howls of creatures. The Nox are restless at night and quiet during the day. The local people are opting to stay inside when they don't absolutely have to go out.

Something is coming. Something big.

Then it happens, on a unseasonably warm fall day. High noon and the streets start rumbling, the violent rattling of the manhole covers loud enough to drown out thought. Then, shadowy tentacles burst out the street from every underground entrance, blindly grabbing for whoever they can snatch, overpowering their unlucky victims and bodily dragging them into the nearest available manhole or sewer entrance. If you’re lucky, you get away. If not...enjoy your private tour of the unending blackness and horrifying whispers that is the sewers.

[OOC: Feel free to play out your character's kidnapping or reactions to the chaos however you want in this log! If you want an NPC Nox to react to, just let a mod know!]

Comments

[unrecovered]

Wash hits the ground running and goes, keeping an eye on York all the while - this much teleporting can't be easy for him, and he's not about to leave York behind-

Which is when something the size of a fucking kraken snags York. Wash turns on a dime, already gathering magic and hurling wind at the tentacle. It slices into the appendage, leaving it bleeding darkness, but it's not enough - Wash isn't focused enough, the Nox is too big, and York is getting further away by the second-

"York!"

[goddamngrenades]

"-tch!" He couldn't get away. Couldn't untangle himself, couldn't twist free, couldn't even port- even panicked, stuttering attempts only managed a few inches before there was another tentacle- another tendril, another fucking SOMETHING dragging him down to the nearest manhole.

"RUN!" Damnit- fine. FUCKING fine. If he can't get away he'll keep the damn thing too busy to try to grab wash- flickering from limb to limb in a (futile) effort to get free and only gathering more and more of those fucking shadows till he's at the lip of a manhole and-


This is going to suck.

[unrecovered]

Wash isn't giving up, throwing wind and fury and whatever he can muster at the darkness clinging to York, but-

But it's not enough. He's unfocused; he doesn't have the precision he needs; and there are just too many tentacles grabbing at York, dragging him back to a manhole, and- no, the underground nearly destroyed Bones, he can't let that happen to York-

He hurls everything he has at the Nox, praying it will be enough.

[goddamngrenades]

This would be the ideal time for some sort of witty one liner but York can't think of a damn thing, scrambling and porting no more than a foot in any one direction at any given time, bound up in shadows and pressure and darkness and fuck fuck fuck it's like what happened after Tex and he can't deal-

Wash is spared watching him have a panic attack only by his being hauled down by those damn tentacles, lost to shadow.