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witchesreign2010-12-01 06:22 am
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[Event // Action] Backdated to yesterday.
[Those who have managed to break out into the Quad amongst the chaos have found a rather... unusual and perhaps terrifying scene. Some monsters are screeching and twisting in agony as their bodies slowly dissipate into data, while others seem to be missing some part of their body entirely. Even the Quad itself has suffered some of the damage, with the trees and other plants missing entire hunks or parts of themselves, while some -- like the monsters -- are still slowly deleting piece by piece.
Tobias has gone into what can only be counted as an utter panic. The biting cold and sudden surge of creatures has terrified him to the point of blank-minded preservation, and he's resorted to using the power he'd been hiding for so long. Anyone who gets near him will clearly be able to see that his right hand to a few inches above his wrist is no longer flesh -- instead, it seems to be made of what can only be described as purple 1s and 0s along with what seems to be glitched up tiles of ground or water, all arranged in a hand-like shape. Whatever this weird hand is, he's using it wildly, grabbing anything that gets close, which causes whatever it is to fall into the deletion pattern until it manages to wrench away long enough to break contact.
Tears are streaming down his face, and his voice is hoarse, as if he's already been yelling for a while now.]
Espio! Daddy! Mom! HELP!
Tobias has gone into what can only be counted as an utter panic. The biting cold and sudden surge of creatures has terrified him to the point of blank-minded preservation, and he's resorted to using the power he'd been hiding for so long. Anyone who gets near him will clearly be able to see that his right hand to a few inches above his wrist is no longer flesh -- instead, it seems to be made of what can only be described as purple 1s and 0s along with what seems to be glitched up tiles of ground or water, all arranged in a hand-like shape. Whatever this weird hand is, he's using it wildly, grabbing anything that gets close, which causes whatever it is to fall into the deletion pattern until it manages to wrench away long enough to break contact.
Tears are streaming down his face, and his voice is hoarse, as if he's already been yelling for a while now.]
Espio! Daddy! Mom! HELP!