Memory Corrupt General Log

[ourlittlehelpers]

Who: Everyone
What: Memory Corrupt Event
When: Friday, June 1st to Tuesday, June 5th
Warnings: Please put any and all warnings in subject headers.

[It's strange. You can't quite put your finger on it, but there's something different about today. Not only might you feel different but your families, your friends, practically everything is different.

Can you remember a moment more peculiar than this? Actually...

What do you remember?]

Comments

TW: GORE AND DEATH

[eyesofaserpent]

[He's been discorporated before. He's died here in Mayfield even. But this is perhaps the most violent death he's experienced. The sheer pain, the helpless gurgling as his lungs filled with blood, blood, blood everywhere.

He is reminded that this could have happened before, but with Zirah instead of Integra at his throat. His demon counterpart has always been so very unpredictable, shattered under the weight of insanity brought about by the loss of his Grace. And the terrible thing is that if it had been Zirah, Caphriel would not have blamed him for whatever reason it had happened.

He doesn't blame Integra either.

Whatever the reason for this, it must be Mayfield's fault. She wouldn't do this normally. This is not her.

This....

Is not...

He--....

The angle gurgles his last attempt at a breath and slips into unconsciousness.]

[sir_hellsing]

[ Caphriel's blood is deliciously hot on her hands. He gets a shove, an attempt to throw him forward into Giles while she trades weapons, swapping the knife for her own sword.

Integra could pull her gun, could empty the magazine into the poleaxed hunter where he stands, but there would be little sport in it. She wants Ripper to suffer, to draw out his pain like a note on the Major's violin, sweet and pure. It's all part of the game. ]

[watchher]

Caphriel!

[ Predictably -- but he has to be, in this he has to be, does not spare it even a thought -- he lunges forward to catch the angel, heedless of the gushing blood. Caphriel is a horrible dead weight against him, heavy in his arms and against his chest, and Rupert sags to his knees to support Caphriel in his fall.

When his gaze lifts to Integra, over the dying man's shoulder, the look he gives her promises death. ]