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12 September 2011 @ 12:19 pm
WHO: Joker + Open
WHERE: Xavier Institute
WHEN: Morning of September 12th
WARNINGS: Violence, possible gore, Joker
SUMMARY: Joker has poisoned the cafeteria at Xavier, turning students and faculty into supervillIains! While a cure is worked upon, Joker himself goes berserk with the Feral Shard.
FORMAT: Action!

[The Joker leaps on top of a cafeteria table, seemingly ignoring the bedlam rising up around him. Inwardly, though, he is quivering with joy and pride.

His eyes are fixed on a shard grasped in his gloved hand.]

So I just yell at this thing and it fills me with people-mauling super powers? How kinky!

[He hugs the shard as a chair flies past him.]

I like it!

[He lifts the shard aloft and watches it, its light reflects off his eyes and his toothy grin widens into that of a shark.]


[The sound barrels from his chest like a war cry and immediately he realizes that he's always wanted to do something like that. The realization is short lived, though. For a moment, blood seeps into his vision. Then, everything is red and he slams out of the cafeteria with an animalistic cry.]

[OOC: Tag in at will! Joker will be charging all over the school, so feel free to run into him if you so desire. Aside from that, have fun!]
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: I'm not quite sure how to respond...
LOCKED TO GAMZEE; before joker gets the shard
bluepurrymuffin on September 12th, 2011 06:52 pm (UTC)
[As soon as he'd heard of the commotion coming from the students who'd been at lunch, Hank ordered the cafeteria be shut down immediately and the food to stop being served. He put out a few calls to work toward containing the matter, but fought his first instinct to join in. He had his own important role to keep to.

Now he's in the lab below, analyzing a few samples from today's menu and trying to identify what the caused this. Already he's recognizing chemicals that should by no means be present in food given students, and making notes laying the groundwork for a counteragent.
Gamzee Makara: pic#110068492hasgonehonkers on September 13th, 2011 12:54 am (UTC)
[Hank is alone, distracted, and without immediate aid. It's just the opportunity Gamzee's been waiting for.

In a second he flash steps behind him, a heavy lance in hand. With little effort he moves to pierce through the strong muscle and skeleton surrounding this large man's heart.

Gamzee gives Hank a small honk in place of the fight he deserves.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: I don't understand.bluepurrymuffin on September 13th, 2011 03:21 pm (UTC)
[Hank's ears perk up at the sound of another presence in the room, but before he can respond...] Oh my stars and g--urk! [He's suddenly looking at the tip of a lance. directly through his torso. He drops his notepad there on the table as his pen clatters on the ground.

He wheels about and does his best to throw a fist at his surprisingly small attacker, but even with his strength, it's a last-ditch effort and likely a desperately inadequate one. He has nothing to offer by way of followup. His eyes flash with recognition of his attacker as he collapses onto the ground, face-first.

He wouldn't be getting up, the dark blood polling around him made that clear.
Gamzee Makara: pic#110069165hasgonehonkers on September 14th, 2011 11:38 pm (UTC)
[Gamzee's hit by that last blow. He's moved back a few feet, but he manages to catch himself and beyond that the attack doesn't do much to him anyway. Without Gamzee being able to really register pain it's hard to get him to be much affected by anything like that.

As the blood pools out an inch further Gamzee steps into the dark red with a grin.

Heh. Bet you didn't get your remember on at my ownself at awhile. Or my own motherfuckin' self.

Hope you get that shit on all up at later, bro.

[Then he kneels down, shifts everything he needs to, and curls his fingers into some fur. The work he's going to do to remove a patch of Hank's skin is messy.]