xii λ the apple

[assassino]

[He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but it certainly wasn't this.

At first there's just a weird feeling in him, something that makes it feel like his insides are vibrating, reverberating from the Apple in his hand.

Then it bursts, like an explosion, with a gold light tearing across the room in all directions. It vanishes into the walls, and Ezio can't see where it goes, but he's startled enough to drop the Apple. He feels winded.

Elsewhere in the castle, humans may have just felt like something tried to invade their head, and unless the castle chose to protect them from it, it'll hurt like a blast to the head.

And then it's gone.

What the hell was that?]



[Mini event post here! And an video example of what this looks like! Again, it won't effect non-humans, and any psychics who probe "back" at it will know whatever did it isn't organic.]

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[youhavebeenflynned]

[Harry had just been going around his own business when he suddenly felt like his head was exploding. He took support of a nearby chair and then it was gone. He had felt that way a few times before, mostly when he got hot on the head in a drunken brawl or fist fight. But this was different. It had gone away as quick as it came and he saw no dancing starts in front of his eyes. He then grabs the nearby journal which of course recorded the whole thing.]

Are there more people than me who just felt something really weird?

[spongetastic]

[Peter hates it when things try to invade his mind] What the hell was that?

[impetuous]

[ Gwaine was in the hallways when it happened. The pain was enough to drop him to his knees, clutching his head. The ankle he had twisted just a few days before protests the fall. Eyes scrunched tight, he keeps his head bowed as the pain recedes. Sadly, the same cannot be said for his foot. ]

[workaphilic]

[Sherlock's unlucky enough to be making his way back through the lobby (spent the afternoon with his bees, calms his nerves, helps him think) when it hits him. Unlucky, because it's not quite so easy as come-and-go for him. There's a tug, there's pain, and everything crunches.

His mind is his own perfectly calibrated tower of cards. Poke a corner, nudge the table, breath a little too hard, and it all folds in on itself. Cards tumble, overlap, get lost in the chaos.

He stumbles until he hits the wall, his palms against his temples. Elevated heart rate, rapid breathing, shift in blood flow. Autonomic response. Fight or flight.

Put it back, put it back, put it back.]

[someoneto_carry]

[this one is on the shooting range! She was cleaning up guns when the blast hits and she falls back, clutching her head]

Bùyào zài

[atrophied]

[ In the clinic's lab, House adds colchicine and hypotonic saline to the cultured cells.They're his. He is running through the process, insuring everything will work for when he has the cells he needs. That's when it hits. He stumbles and falls, miraculously avoiding landing on his ruined leg. There is no helping the pain, however. Everything that bothers him, everything that hurts, everything that so much as irks him all radiates to his leg. His heart rate jumps; his breathing increases. He can feel the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand on end. And as quickly as it happened, it's gone—but the effects remain. ]

[confidente]

[ JOHN IS IN THE CLINIC, HATING HIS LIFE.

No, seriously, he is in the clinic when it hits him. The pain is enough to make him stumble when he gets up, a hand grabbing a hold of his temple while the other tries uselessly to steady him. Pointless, he ends up on the floor anyway, the chair crashing to its side couple of meters away from him.

Jesus Christ that hurts. It's uncomfortable, his muscles tense automatically, as if going on the defensive will stop whatever just happened.

Then, as quickly as it came, the pain and tugging is gone. Leaving John Watson on the floor hating his life, a soldier just attacked a force he couldn't see or begin to comprehend. ]

Shit.

[wilder]

[Okay gold light everywhere with freaky effects? Definitely something to be unsettled about. After it happened, he's certainly looking around to see just what this was all about when he sees the kid on the ground. ]

Whoa- brat! You alright?

[save_the_souls]

[Allen meanwhile is perfectly fine, thanks to the necklace he got a long time ago. He hears the crash and goes to investigate]

What happened?!

[save_the_souls]

[BOTH IN THE CLINIC SO I CAN BE WHACKY WITH TIME IF I WANT NYAAAH]

[Allen was unaffected by the gold light, thanks to the pendant made for him a couple years ago. He was packing up his things to head out for the night when he heard the crash of the chair. Running to investigate]

John?!

[supes]

[Clark is heading towards the stairs into the lobby when it happens, but virtue of his not being human, he doesn't personally feel it -- he just sees the gold lights and then rounds the corner to see someone freaking out and presumably in pain.

He's heading that way in a heartbeat, kicking in and out of superspeed fast enough to skip the stairs and approach.]

Hey! Are you alright?

[impetuous]

[ A whimper is his answer. Gwaine slowly lowers his hands from his head. His eyes are wide, face pale, when he looks up. ]

What was that? Did something hit me?

[confidente]

[ CONTINUITY? HA, WE DON'T NEED THAT SHIT!

He stares, wide eyed for a moment. Head spinning. This is bad. This is very bad. ]

I'm--I'm fine. [ He tries to push himself up, shaking his head. This could be happening all over the castle. And if it was anything like what he just felt. Shit. ]

[atrophied]

[ He is still clutching his head. One pain at a time. His leg can wait; it's not like it's going anywhere. ]

Blow to the head. No physical trauma. Something was trying to get inside. It doesn't make sense.

[save_the_souls]

[YEAH LETS KICK IT TO THE CURB]

[He meanwhile looks very concerned as he approaches John]

What happened? I was in the other room and I heard a crash when all the gold light appeared.

[save_the_souls]

Something was trying to - what?!

[he's approaching fast, kneeling down]

[wilder]

I think so. [Now that he's around someone else, his face instantly goes back to calm, only frowning a bit with his brow knitted]

Not badly hurt, are you?

[atrophied]

It's gone now. Something was— How could it— [ He looks up. His tone is almost accusatory. ] You didn't feel it?

[workaphilic]

[He reacts a bit like an animal at first; he tenses and recoils, looking sharply up at Clark without actually focusing on him.

He uses the question as a grounding point, a means to wrangle his focus back from the tangled ball of yarn. His attention snaps abruptly back, and he nearly lunges at Clark, wild, almost accusing.]

That. You felt it, you must have.

[save_the_souls]

[He shakes his head, frowning] I didn't feel a thing. There was a lot of golden coloured light, and then I heard crashing coming from this room.

[impetuous]

[ He shakes his head slowly. ]

I don't think so. What was it?

[wilder]

[a shrug and lightly]

Not sure. But it's gone now, though. Whatever it was.

[supes]

[He puts his hands up in the air, as a show of no harmful intent, and he moves back a number of paces. This dude obviously wants some space. Calmly:]

I saw the lights, but I didn't feel anything. Can I help you in any way? Maybe sit down for a moment, get you a glass of water?

[atrophied]

Check the others. See if anyone else—

[ He breaks off, staring at a wall as if he might find the answer on it. His mind is running, trying to find a rational explanation, everything can be explained, he just needs to find it. ]

[howruthless]

[it sneaks up on her out of nowhere. She should have been expecting it, and yet at the same time she wasn't. Then again, can anyone really be prepared for something grabbing hold of your brain?

She's walking down the stairs from Watchtower, intending on heading back to her room, when the pain seizes her. Her foot slips as she drops to the ground, but she manages to grab hold of the railing to keep herself from tumbling forward.

After a moment, it passes again, and when she feels the release on her mind, she takes a deep breath, and can't help but ask to thin air]

What the hell was that?