shifted_logs | Clockwork Maze

Clockwork Maze

Characters: Satoshi, Daisuke, Donna, Oliver, Benny, Riku, Isaac, Box, Ai, Cally and those who venture in to deliver friendship speeches/whacks to the head!
Location: Near the Plane's mansion in a completely empty area--UNTIL something suddenly appears!
Time: After the watch has completed its collection of hearts and has found a permanent host.
Summary: The rogue watch artwork pushes forward with its attempt to take over its host once and for all, and to make sure it can do this in peace, it creates this lovely maze and calls all its previous ~~seven evil exes~~ hosts to come protect it.
Warnings: Violence, hero speeches, expressions of friendship so sweet you may want to have a toothbrush handy, etc.

Outside the grand Plane mansion a maze of sorts suddenly springs into being, with walls that look like they've been ripped not out of someone's garden but out of thousands upon thousands of clocks and cobbled into something gorgeous and quintessentially steampunk. Brass, gold, and silver gears in various sizes click, turn, and whirr together, always ticking, always counting as watch hands of all kinds slowly move in time. The deeper one goes in, drawing ever closer to the center, the faster and chaotic the clock hands move. But those clockwork walls might not be as innocent as they appear... Traps await those who foolishly venture in, like the clockwork insects flitting and crawling about.

Somewhere from within, a deep tone chimes slowly as if tolling the hour. And in the very center of it all stands a simple woman, seemingly waiting while deep inside her, a battle rages to suppress her very being.

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[he smirks] That has been said, as well.

[he doesn't move back or anything, but he does stand up straight] You know...[starts rubbing his chin] Yeah. Yeah, I'm very sure about that. Shame you're too much of a coward to face me yourself, but. [pulls a face] We both know you can't fight worth a damn anyway, and that the knife is just for show until you trip and end up stabbing yourself in the leg or something. Of course, you could always pull a Dido, but would that make me Aeneas, I wonder...

[okay, that just made him angry. good of you to remember the watch made him prone to rage, Doctor. and he is so not Dido. that's just insulting and wrong and--he'd let Chloe be with someone else if she wanted without committing suicide, damnit!]

[this clearly makes it a good idea to run in front of the soldier, making a furious stab at the Doctor with his knife]

[aaaaand have a sidestep at the last moment, Oliver! he even swishes his coat as he moves.]

Olé! [grins] I've always wanted to say that.

[too bad the soldier is coming for you while Oliver recovers, giving an angry shout]

[he hears it move before he sees it and quickly moves the hell away before it can get near] Oh sure, resort to the clockwork men! You're lucky I'm completely out of multi-grade anti-oil. Shame, I know. Really must restock.

You won't get past us! Block him!

[the soldier obediently backs up, covering a large portion of the path in front of the Doctor. Oliver comes up behind him, knife still at the ready] No time for that, Doctor. You're not going anywhere.

[rolls his eyes] Oh come off it. You don't think I'm going to run when you're like this? Besides, I could dive between that thing's legs and scarper if I wanted.

[advances on him, sneering and watching the Doctor closely for his next move] So what do you want if you're not here to stop the process?

[quietly, his expression very serious] Stop you. Stop you before you get hurt.

[laughs] You've got it wrong, Doctor! I'm not the one who's going to get hurt!

[mutters] Oh, if I had a pound for every time I heard something similar...

Really, honestly, you'll thank me later. Especially when you don't wake up in hospital again.

[sneers at him] Oh really? Did you forget you're the reason I've ended up in hospital in the first place?

[pulls a face, eyebrow arching] Again? Really? Blimey, this version of you is annoyingly persistent about that--and wrongly so, might I add, but I don't think you exactly care about semantics right now, do you?

[laughs darkly] Are you going to try to claim it wasn't? After everything?

No. I'm done talking. I'm not letting you leave this spot!

[advances on the Doctor again, slashing with the knife at the Doctor's chest. this time, when he gets near, he steps to the left, hoping to intercept the Doctor sidestepping to the right]

[he does move, but stops short when the tip of that knife slices his upper arm. he sucks in a breath from the wound, but doesn't take his eyes off Oliver]

Stop it, Oliver! You're not yourself at all and once you realise that, you're going to feel so very awful. So stop it before you do anything else!

[Oliver hesitates just for a second after the knife has hit home. an instant of horror passes through his eyes, but then it's gone, replaced again by angry determination]

I won't let you through! No matter what!

[he stands at the ready, not striking at the Doctor again just yet]

[he stays right where he is] Oh no? And why are you so determined not to let me through, hmm?

No one can interfere with the process!

[slowly] Yeah... That's being a bit vague, don't you think? What process is that, exactly? [he knows what it is, but he wants to hear it from someone tied to it all]

[smiles, his eyes lighting up with dark glee] New life!

But I thought you'd realise stalling is useless. Or did you want to stand here until it's all over?

[he frowns, not liking the look in his friend's eyes] How? Technically, the taking over of another's body doesn't constitute as "new life"; it's stealing!

[but he's more than aware of this, but he wants to help Oliver as well] One more thing: do you know who it is?

[gives him a look] I don't have any idea what you're talking about. And you know what, Doctor? I don't care.

[advances on him with the knife again]

Oh well, worth a try.

[he tenses and gets ready for another attack] Really Ollie, you ought to give up. I've been in more battles and fights than days you've been alive. How do you truly think this is going to end?

[sneers] One of us is gonna stop the other. How else?

I should've done this a long time ago! [thrusts the knife at him this time]

[softly, more to himself than anything] Maybe... [he keeps the rest of that train of thought to himself]

[and he dodges, but juuust barely this time] Oh yeah? Ohhhh, if Chloe Elliot could see you now.

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