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Novels Odd Encounter Sr Jodie 241008
In the grimy, chaotic world of SLUDGEFUKK, the protagonist, Novel, revels in the raw energy of a violent mosh pit, engaging in brawls as a form of greeting among the crowd of revelers. His euphoria is abruptly disrupted when assailants equip with a taser ambush him amidst the confusion. Novel, no stranger to such electrifying encounters, instinctively navigates through the pain, stumbling but not falling, his shouts blending into the cacophony of the club's relentless noise. He is momentarily at the mercy of his attackers, dragged away, yet his resilience quickly surfaces. Novel fights back with primal vigor, deploying a concealed knife with lethal precision against one attacker, turning the abduction attempt into a survival fight.
As Novel grapples with the second assailant, his ferocity and combat skills become evident. With a mix of strategic brutality and raw strength, he incapacitates the attacker, subjecting him to a painful ordeal that culminates in dislocating his limbs and fingers—one by one—in an almost ceremonial display of dominance and retribution. Even amidst the unyielding din and disorder of SLUDGEFUKK, the altercation remains largely unnoticed, a testament to the venue's lawless nature. After ensuring his attackers are left defeated and humiliated, Novel exits the scene with an unscathed aura and a sense of triumph. This episode underscores his adeptness at navigating and emerging victorious from perilous, chaotic confrontations, embodying the unpredictable and unforgiving essence of SLUDGEFUKK.
(Novel's odd encounter(SRJodie):SRJodie)
[Mon Oct 7 2024]
In the bowels of SLUDGEFUKK
Now you've done it.
Past the metal security door lies a dismal space, resembling some manner of basement more than an aboveground dwelling. The only light source seems to be from flickering aged fluorescent bulbs; they would make a grating hum, if it wasn't for the wall of noise that filled the space otherwise. On the right, entering in, is a bar made of scrap materials such as cinderblocks and cargo pallets. The majority of the space is taken up by a rather improvised dance floor, the black linoleum tiling worn away by the endless stomp of steel-toed boots into a ragged ocean of concrete underneath.
A wall of sound fills the entire area, regardless of whether a band is playing or not. A shitty PA system roars out tunes best described as abysmal and hostile to life as we know it; chugging guitars, screaming, growled vocals, and savage breakdowns punctuate every motion in the room in an endless repeat. It was nearly impossible to make out any noise -other- than that hellish cacophony; one has to yell to people standing right next to them in order to have a conversation. This is likely by design.
Ahead of the doorway, and past the mosh pit, is the main stage.
To the left of the doorway is a single door, labeled, "RESTRUM". A note tacked to the door reads, 'put your fuckin needles in the trash im done cleanin them up'. Lovely.
It is morning, about 42F(5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(Your target is abducted by humans who believe that the target can help make them supernatural. They need to either get out of the situation themselves, or stall for long enough for their allies to come save them.
)
It's not even noon yet on a monday morning yet Novel is going mad in the brilliantly named SLUDGEFUKK. More specifically the bowels. Which is a very appropriate name for whats going on here. The rave is popping, people bounce with the loud music. Shove each other. Sometimes they throw a hand or two to try and strike their neighbor. It's hell. But for some, like Novel. It's 'fun'.
Novel is more of a FULL CONTACT kind of guy. That's why he's there. Inbetween screaming at people, disarming deathtraps, and troubleshooting the difficult-ass kitchen machinery that's all made from scrapmetal and other bullshit, he elbows, punches, and kicks. Not hard enough to break anything, and using it by way of saying 'hello'. Some people run into the limbs. Other people excitedly fight back. It's all the name of the game, and the mingling of suffering and dread and pleasure brings a smile to his lips.
Moshes are fun, especially for someone like Novel who is born in chaos. But whats not fun is when people cheat. Something bumps into Novel from the side to knock him one direction only on his opposite side he is jabbed in the side with a solid device. *CRACKLE CRACKLE CRACKLE* is drowned out by the music and noise as the taser that connects to Novel's side injects tens of thousands of volts into his nervous system.
Novel would like to claim this is the first time he was hit with one of those. This, of course, would be a lie. He's also been juiced directly with current into his hands. His body acts on instinct. Pull the tongue back, let the head roll back so you don't end up biting off your own tongue, relax into it instead of trying to fight it. The motion with the pit - nobody thinks it anything strange when he suddenly staggers to the right and starts flailing around. Maybe he's on something again. "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUCK!" He swears, very loudly, mingling up with the other cries in this hellpit.
Someone darkly clad..no at least two darkly clad people have crowded around Novel. Not really participating in the rave itself. One held the taser that jabbed Novel while another opposite tries bear hug him the man to keep him on his feet while he's disabled by the shock. The pair work together to try and drag Novel off the floor but the taser might not last very long on someone like Novel who has experienced it many times before.
Novel struggles. He digs his heels right into the dance floor, his right hand, palm-first, slamming into the chin of the other while his left digs into his coat and he produces a knife. There's a surge of violent energy, of inhuman strength, as he shrugs off the worst of the pain and turns to ram the blade home to produce injury. While there is Sanctuary in many places? This place is a fucking ARENA, and has the protection of it altered accordingly. "fuck you," He hisses with clenched teeth.
There is sudden surprise as Novel shanks one of the men. There's a gurgle and the guy stumbles away clutching the bloody wound. The blood is obscured in the darkness of the club. The other man doesn't even realize what has happened except now he doesn't have a partner in trying to wrestle down the stronger Novel. He grunts and tries to reach into his own pocket for a second taser.
Novel turns upon the other with fearsome glee in his eyes, a maniac smile and attentiveness to his features and sudden delighted aggression as he goes for a surge of strength and a sudden grapple. A seizing of the fingers. "Oh." He says softly. "You made a fucking MISTAKE." First there's the twist, an attempt to dislocate his arms. And then, in the unfriendly noise of the club, he goes to slowly, p a i n f u l l y dislocate his fingers, grinning the entire time.
A hollow "Sorry" doesn't quite pierce the screams or chaotic noise of the club as the guy's shoulder is dislocated. He tries to pull away only to have his other arm yanked out if its socket. He falls to his knees and then Novel starts going on to his fingers, there is horror and pain in the swarmy man's features as all he wants to do is get away. The other man who was stabbed stumbled out, barely noticed by the patrons of the establishment. Abandoning his friend entirely to try and save his own skin.
Novel leans down to the man, his voice coming out hot, fetid with the strange drinks and foods of this place, intoxicating in it's own way and washing over his features as he holds his hand. "Nothing wrong with crossing fucking lines. Just be prepared for the fucking CONSEQUENCES." A friendly squeeze of the man's hand, seeming intimacy in the grip - and then, he casually kicks him away. Leaving him to be stomped and rolled by the crowd, as he saunters his way out, smiling practically ear-to-ear.
Man. He loves this place.
Novel makes his way out, leaving behind blood shed and pain. There is no clue as to why these men attacked Novel and it probably doesn't matter. They were definitely just humans of some kind. Maybe templars making a grab, or independents with strange plans or just a couple thugs. Who gives a shit, Novel stomped them and got out scot free.
As Novel grapples with the second assailant, his ferocity and combat skills become evident. With a mix of strategic brutality and raw strength, he incapacitates the attacker, subjecting him to a painful ordeal that culminates in dislocating his limbs and fingers—one by one—in an almost ceremonial display of dominance and retribution. Even amidst the unyielding din and disorder of SLUDGEFUKK, the altercation remains largely unnoticed, a testament to the venue's lawless nature. After ensuring his attackers are left defeated and humiliated, Novel exits the scene with an unscathed aura and a sense of triumph. This episode underscores his adeptness at navigating and emerging victorious from perilous, chaotic confrontations, embodying the unpredictable and unforgiving essence of SLUDGEFUKK.
(Novel's odd encounter(SRJodie):SRJodie)
[Mon Oct 7 2024]
In the bowels of SLUDGEFUKK
Now you've done it.
Past the metal security door lies a dismal space, resembling some manner of basement more than an aboveground dwelling. The only light source seems to be from flickering aged fluorescent bulbs; they would make a grating hum, if it wasn't for the wall of noise that filled the space otherwise. On the right, entering in, is a bar made of scrap materials such as cinderblocks and cargo pallets. The majority of the space is taken up by a rather improvised dance floor, the black linoleum tiling worn away by the endless stomp of steel-toed boots into a ragged ocean of concrete underneath.
A wall of sound fills the entire area, regardless of whether a band is playing or not. A shitty PA system roars out tunes best described as abysmal and hostile to life as we know it; chugging guitars, screaming, growled vocals, and savage breakdowns punctuate every motion in the room in an endless repeat. It was nearly impossible to make out any noise -other- than that hellish cacophony; one has to yell to people standing right next to them in order to have a conversation. This is likely by design.
Ahead of the doorway, and past the mosh pit, is the main stage.
To the left of the doorway is a single door, labeled, "RESTRUM". A note tacked to the door reads, 'put your fuckin needles in the trash im done cleanin them up'. Lovely.
It is morning, about 42F(5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(Your target is abducted by humans who believe that the target can help make them supernatural. They need to either get out of the situation themselves, or stall for long enough for their allies to come save them.
)
It's not even noon yet on a monday morning yet Novel is going mad in the brilliantly named SLUDGEFUKK. More specifically the bowels. Which is a very appropriate name for whats going on here. The rave is popping, people bounce with the loud music. Shove each other. Sometimes they throw a hand or two to try and strike their neighbor. It's hell. But for some, like Novel. It's 'fun'.
Novel is more of a FULL CONTACT kind of guy. That's why he's there. Inbetween screaming at people, disarming deathtraps, and troubleshooting the difficult-ass kitchen machinery that's all made from scrapmetal and other bullshit, he elbows, punches, and kicks. Not hard enough to break anything, and using it by way of saying 'hello'. Some people run into the limbs. Other people excitedly fight back. It's all the name of the game, and the mingling of suffering and dread and pleasure brings a smile to his lips.
Moshes are fun, especially for someone like Novel who is born in chaos. But whats not fun is when people cheat. Something bumps into Novel from the side to knock him one direction only on his opposite side he is jabbed in the side with a solid device. *CRACKLE CRACKLE CRACKLE* is drowned out by the music and noise as the taser that connects to Novel's side injects tens of thousands of volts into his nervous system.
Novel would like to claim this is the first time he was hit with one of those. This, of course, would be a lie. He's also been juiced directly with current into his hands. His body acts on instinct. Pull the tongue back, let the head roll back so you don't end up biting off your own tongue, relax into it instead of trying to fight it. The motion with the pit - nobody thinks it anything strange when he suddenly staggers to the right and starts flailing around. Maybe he's on something again. "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUCK!" He swears, very loudly, mingling up with the other cries in this hellpit.
Someone darkly clad..no at least two darkly clad people have crowded around Novel. Not really participating in the rave itself. One held the taser that jabbed Novel while another opposite tries bear hug him the man to keep him on his feet while he's disabled by the shock. The pair work together to try and drag Novel off the floor but the taser might not last very long on someone like Novel who has experienced it many times before.
Novel struggles. He digs his heels right into the dance floor, his right hand, palm-first, slamming into the chin of the other while his left digs into his coat and he produces a knife. There's a surge of violent energy, of inhuman strength, as he shrugs off the worst of the pain and turns to ram the blade home to produce injury. While there is Sanctuary in many places? This place is a fucking ARENA, and has the protection of it altered accordingly. "fuck you," He hisses with clenched teeth.
There is sudden surprise as Novel shanks one of the men. There's a gurgle and the guy stumbles away clutching the bloody wound. The blood is obscured in the darkness of the club. The other man doesn't even realize what has happened except now he doesn't have a partner in trying to wrestle down the stronger Novel. He grunts and tries to reach into his own pocket for a second taser.
Novel turns upon the other with fearsome glee in his eyes, a maniac smile and attentiveness to his features and sudden delighted aggression as he goes for a surge of strength and a sudden grapple. A seizing of the fingers. "Oh." He says softly. "You made a fucking MISTAKE." First there's the twist, an attempt to dislocate his arms. And then, in the unfriendly noise of the club, he goes to slowly, p a i n f u l l y dislocate his fingers, grinning the entire time.
A hollow "Sorry" doesn't quite pierce the screams or chaotic noise of the club as the guy's shoulder is dislocated. He tries to pull away only to have his other arm yanked out if its socket. He falls to his knees and then Novel starts going on to his fingers, there is horror and pain in the swarmy man's features as all he wants to do is get away. The other man who was stabbed stumbled out, barely noticed by the patrons of the establishment. Abandoning his friend entirely to try and save his own skin.
Novel leans down to the man, his voice coming out hot, fetid with the strange drinks and foods of this place, intoxicating in it's own way and washing over his features as he holds his hand. "Nothing wrong with crossing fucking lines. Just be prepared for the fucking CONSEQUENCES." A friendly squeeze of the man's hand, seeming intimacy in the grip - and then, he casually kicks him away. Leaving him to be stomped and rolled by the crowd, as he saunters his way out, smiling practically ear-to-ear.
Man. He loves this place.
Novel makes his way out, leaving behind blood shed and pain. There is no clue as to why these men attacked Novel and it probably doesn't matter. They were definitely just humans of some kind. Maybe templars making a grab, or independents with strange plans or just a couple thugs. Who gives a shit, Novel stomped them and got out scot free.