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Event #003, Part I: The Symphony of Disruption








Magisteria Event #3

🌠 The Symphony of Disruption 🌠

Part I: The Darkness



CW: elemental disasters, madness, possible death, various forms of destruction and chaos, totally open-ended.


OOC Notes: Here it is! The game's first "Intense Event"! Some special notes for this event --

* Death is possible, and PCs can also kill citizens or creatures in the distrct. This event will have special revive mechanics which will be explained later, and PCs will not have to go through the usual revival process for an in-game death. "Light Sentinels" can even kill fellow PCs as a means of saving them, and this will be briefly explained to them, though the means of revival and specifics around this won't be revealed until the event's second half.
* For the corruption element: your character does not necessarily have to be corrupted. If and how they are is up to player discretion, as is the extent and manifestation of the corruption. They can just get lucky or manage to resist through will power, however you want it. Characters can be brought back to themselves by the power of Light Sentinel allies, or by the alignment switch Blessing from the game's third TDM. If you wish to engage with the event both corrupted and un-corrupted via separate prompts/TLs, that is Fine.



Dark City





Locals familiar with the Supernatural Undercity will tell the Otherworlders that, during the autumn and winter seasons, it’s not unheard of for Magisteria to feel different. The spookier residents have a way of making their presence more known, and those with spooky potential have a way of going… more feral. The succubi and the demon women of the Entertainment District are known to come with a lot more bite, and only the biggest of daredevils would be advised to purchase their services during the apex of the season.

It’s different from year to year, but these seasonal changes are always mitigated by the Authorities of each district and their powers. The spooky season in Magisteria becomes a respectful celebration of the diversity of the undead, demons, succubi, and other creatures, and both locals and Otherworlders are encouraged to cede respectful distance to those who may be experiencing enhanced primal urges during these months.

This year, something is different. One night, a darkness falls which overtakes the Bios in the Entertainment District and the bright corners of High Rise Village.

The darkness is as heavy as a tangible thing. At night, the stars and moon disappear. When day comes, the sky is grey as slate.




A Grey Day




Some citizens wear protective gear. It may be of assistance, but may not offer complete protection from the algorithms and the lepidoperatives' corruption tokens.


When dawn arrives, those living in High Rise Village will begin to hear notes of music. Dissonant, eerie, chaotic: disruptive. A symphony composed of a cacophony of sounds. Moreover, different people may hear different tunes. The only commonality is the lack of rhyme or reason, the lack of cohesion.

The songs play and weave through invisible algorithms, beckoning to the district’s citizens to unleash their inner turmoil, and other sides of themselves.

Holograms appear informing residents to take shelter and advising of the safest locations within the district. For weeks, most of the people and creatures of High Rise Village have been migrating to Evergreen Terrace, entrusting their protection to Arwyn. The apartments are brimming, full, and busy. The streets, by contrast, are ghostly, empty, and disorganized.

But not everyone can simply wait in the apartments and ride out the storm. After all, if this is an attack, someone(s) has to form a counter-strike. So Enforcers and other members of Magisteria’s various law enforcement agencies and vigilante groups are out and about, along with others who are not afraid of a conflict and who have sufficient training for battle.

No one demands that Otherworlders leave the safety of the apartments unless they have specifically expressed a will to do battle or unless they have a specific role to play in stopping – or ending – what’s coming, but should they enter High Rise Village, they will encounter the Chaos.




Chaos Comes to High Rise Village





Everything has the potential to become or manifest a twisted version of itself. The people, the animals, the buildings – even those in opposition, such as the fighters and those aligned with law enforcement. Even they can be Changed and altered by the chaos in the district.

Of course, those with powers are using them to resist in various ways, relying on their forces of will, but it’s like the whole district is in a trance, a hallucination, or perhaps a simulation.

But if that’s what this is, it feels all too real.

Throughout the district, spider-shaped lepidoperatives on thin, silver webs jump and move about. They’re fast and small and difficult to spot. Connected to the invisible mechanisms of Phantom Cipher’s Manifestation, these metallic insects can affect everything they touch by planting tokens on them: known as void imprints, wraith marks, and eclipse sigils, these tokens can induce a being to manifest or become a phantom version of themselves.




I. Alignment Shift(ed)





Otherworlders, natives, and creatures may become, or manifest (or both) different versions of themselves. In keeping with the spookier time of year, this other version could be a werewolf, a vampire, a ghostly manifestation, or a cryptid, or it could be One’s Self, Inversed: there is no apparent rhyme or reason to what you may become or what you may apparate. There may even be more than one “you” at a given time, depending on how far the effects of the corruption tokens reach.

Affected Otherworlders may find themselves attached to the silver webs, becoming like puppets. You may find that allies are now enemies, or enemies are allies. Nothing is as before, and everything is thrown into Chaos. Your actions may no longer be your own, and what you do or whom you fight may no longer be your choice.




II. Mecha Monstrosities





The district pulses with cyborgs and phantom creatures, and those who, like Phantom Cipher himself, seem to be a mixture of both. The Fractured have returned. Only now, they are walking about in the daylight, or what passes for daylight in the corrupted district.

Androids with barbs and spikes patrol the district, and many are not shy for conflict. Like Lysa’s “pet,” Grimm, these androids are powerful and can regenerate a certain number of times when attacked. Some will attack on sight, and others may try to “play” with the Otherworlders, or with citizens or creatures in the district, whether the latter are corrupted or not.

Of course, alignment-shifted PCs may also be able to ally destructively with such entities. Those on the path of destruction may find common ground in trying to take down the infrastructure of the district.




III. The Party of the Damned





All around, people, organic and inorganic, appear with skull-like features. There may even be faces you recognize, from work, from the clubs, from elsewhere in the district. But now, their features have changed.

These skull-faced citizens of Magisteria insist upon partying just as they do within the clubs in the evening. They dance and sing along with the music, encouraging Otherworlders to join them.

If anyone speaks to them or asks what is going on, the answer is the same:

Nothing. Nothing at all. This is who we are, who we’ve always been. Why do you look so strange, Otherworlders?

This is the paradise city… the city of all our dreams. Magisteria. Light and Darkness.

Bios and Umbra. This is what’s always been inside all of us, all along. Inside of you all... inside of Everyone...

Are you only just now seeing it? But this is what we’ve always been. The skin hangs over the bones, but the bones are inside, underneath…


Party, party while the city burns... party like it's the end of the world...


They move and move, like puppets, but with a strange sense of freedom nonetheless. Beckoning. Whispering. Just let it out. Let out what has been inside of you, all along. It's inside of us all. The darkness that walks with the light. Bios and Umbra. Look at what we can become when not forced towards "Perfection." Inside of Magisteria, all along. And these party-goers do not slow or tire. Though their movements are haphazard, like zombies from films, still they keep moving, keep going, never growing exhausting, never ceasing...




IV. Elemental Nightmares





News comes that the source of the “hack” is Magisteria’s Elemental Control Center. This central zone is a bit like a giant brain that regulates elemental magic within the district. Now, the magic becomes chaotic. Giant tornadoes of raw elemental power sweep through the district. Alleys and buildings explode into gust-fed fires, and tides of water burst forth over the district. The ground trembles and all of the elements are out of control.

Those with magical powers are (if still in control of themselves) encouraged to work to stem these tides, to ebb the flow of the elemental disasters which are occurring throughout High Rise Village.
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Sorry for the delay!

[personal profile] beshackled 2024-12-01 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Preceding the break, Erichthonios can hear the skittering thumps and thuds as Lucy ascends the building with so many Fractured following behind. It is enough for him to send away the person he had been tending to, the portal depositing them to somewhere deep within the building, on another floor-- far from him -- before closing with nary a sign of its prior existence, save for the presence of trace amounts of bios.

The glass shatters, and he does not run. Book in hand, grasped to his chest, he stands firm, red eyes resolute.

It is her words that stay his action, the protectiveness projected by the creature that confronts him -- a creature whose face he recognizes the traces of someone he has met within -- giving him pause.

He allows the Fractured to take him into their grip, still standing firm, yet not pulling away.

They shine in her color; mayhap held in her sway. He does not fear them.]


...You know him. That metal man.

[He pauses, taking in her changed appearance.]

And even changed as you are, you still fear him. Why?
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[personal profile] lunardreaming 2024-12-02 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ For all Lucy knows, Smasher is making his way closer right now, and the media just hasn't caught up with him yet. She's actively monitoring every channel and news social media in the city; nothing has sprung up yet, but it could happen at any moment. Law enforcement isn't going to keep Smasher in place. Not for long.

At this point, she can pick an Otherworlder immediately, even if they've never met before. It's all about the fashion. And Lucy would be grateful for the help, but-- god, this girl looks so... innocent? Unassuming? Young?

Lucy engages her neuro-gear to send the news alert to the girl's aXess device nonetheless.
]

This.

[ She can't bear to watch the footage again, even if Smasher is only caught in glimpses. ]

That thing is tearing his way through Chrome Hills right now, and it'll be the rest of the city soon. I'm trying to evacuate people to the apartments, where it's protected.
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[personal profile] lunardreaming 2024-12-02 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
Because I've never met a worse monster than him.

[ Given everything, it's a surprisingly lucid statement. The Fractured tighten their grip on Erichthonios, and Lucy takes a couple of steps closer, the claws of her spider legs digging into the floor. As big as she is, she barely fits in the apartment, her head nearly brushing the ceiling, stray chairs knocked over as she forces her way through them.

As if she were playing cat's cradle, she holds out her hands, techno-webs stretching between them in an elegant pattern. All eight eyes blink in rapid succession, the techno-web glitching in her hands.
]

All Otherworlders will be made to stay far away from him. They will be safe. They will be protected.
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[personal profile] lunardreaming 2024-12-02 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ This far gone, Lucy doesn't know what being sorted out would entail.

A small, hopeless part of her can see this for what it is: a corruption. She's been turned into a monster and there's fucking nothing she can do about it. But that's only a small piece, and the larger portion of her is being drowned by a torrent of internal screaming. About Smasher. About keeping people safe. About wanting run to away, wanting to find him and fight.

All she knows is that, like this, she can keep people safe. She can wrap them and store them and keep them away from Smasher.

So. She will have to go get Tenma, and hope that in doing so, she can shred that false skin and bring Musashi back.

The noise that comes out of her can only be described as a hiss. Like this, she towers over Tenma, and she intends on using that size, going for a tackle. On the way, she lashes out with her wrist wires, slashing through the space in front of her and hoping to trap Tenma's swords.
]
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[personal profile] lunardreaming 2024-12-02 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eventually, even her Fractured pawns are going to run out, and Lucy doesn't want to waste them all. So the flood stops coming, but the ones that remain still skitter and crawl and swarm toward Katsuki, moving in strange ways counter to their own bodies.

Eventually, Lucy makes an appearance. Clinging to the side of a high-rise building, she appears from the fog of web and smoke, eight eyes shining purple-white over her cheeks and forehead.

Congratulations, Katsuki, you've only met her once, and this is one hell of a second meeting!
]

Just stay down. Stay away.

[ The hiss comes with only a momentary pause, and then her eyes flare. The mental and digital weight she starts bearing down on Katsuki will feel like having a house on top of him, like a yearning to let himself be wrapped tight and protected, like a battering ram pushing all of his thoughts right out of his head. And all the while, Lucy will keep creeping closer. ]
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[personal profile] xploud 2024-12-02 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[More than ever, Katsuki has been on patrol - usually in the air, to get a scope of a situation before engaging - but even he has to touch down eventually. Most people he comes across are either trying to get their necessities and get back inside as quickly as possible, injured (or worse), or just...in some kind of trouble. This girls falls distinctly in the latter category, and the young Hero narrows his eyes as he cautiously and slowly approaches, suited up in his winter costume, which...probably doesn't do him any favors in looking less intimidating, especially with the rough droll of his voice. Even so, he's bound by his duty as a Hero to at least offer help to someone who may need it, and stop anyone who may be a threat.

...He just has to determine which side of the proverbial river this girl is on. He opens his mouth to say something, but is cut off and her narrows his eyes, tense but not backing down for a second. Well, that...kind of answered his question - she's a threat, or may become one - and he sadly can't continue to let her wander around, for fear of harming herself and others. His eyes scan everything about her, the tendrils, her complexion, her body shape and size, everything. He looks almost sickly...like that thing is draining her life force, and his brows knit together. Here we fucking go again!!]


Yeah? Well, sorry to say, but it's my job to make sure people are safe - either from threats around them, or threats to themselves...and I'm real good at my job.
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[personal profile] beshackled 2024-12-02 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[The tightened grip is... uncomfortable, enough so that he winces, but he bears it, even as he clutches the book ever tighter, unwilling to be parted from it.]

And what of you? Who will protect you?

[If he knows she is here, will he not come for her? Given their past history...]

Will you weave that web of yours to keep him at bay? To ensnare him?
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[personal profile] xploud 2024-12-02 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Katsuki doesn't so much as hit the ground as he lashes out an arm and BOOM!! One of the spiders that had her in its web was scattered into dozens of small, smoldering pieces. He's furious, so the blasts are controlled, but they're powerful, destructive, and big - because he's literally heated from the anger boiling under his skin. The audacity...trying to go after one of his friends, one of his classmates, her of all people?! Teeth bared, Katsuki practically snarls as he stands up from where he blew the first spider to nothing more than a blackened crater in the earth, the Emper Tempests humming with power as they absorb heat and convert it into energy, raw power, stockpiling that for later use...if needed.

He looks back and the fury turns to pride as he sees Uraraka free herself - defiant and strong, just like always. The look of determination and ferocity in those usually warm, bright, brown eyes is amazing, and he feels that stupid little flutter in the pit of his stomach. Damn...what an absolute honor to see that look on her face again. It's amazing, and if he could take a snapshot with his fucking mind, he would, gladly and instantly. That indomitable will is what makes Uraraka truly shine. Katsuki's teeth are still bared, and he's wise to not enter the gravity well she created, but he's grinning now - wild and manic and so, so happy. Happy to see her, happy to know she's safe, and happy to fight alongside her.

He's going to enjoy this so, so much.]


Aa!! As if anything could knock you down! [The giddy little cackle he utters is directed back on the enemies - hollow fakes that he'll enjoy taking out, and mechanical spiders that he has yet to squash.] Let's go, Uravity!!
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[personal profile] lightduties 2024-12-02 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
This isn't a game!

Rhea'li immediately turns in the direction pointed out to him, not glancing back even once as he sets off towards the person he can't even see. He isn't immune to the same buffetting winds but there is plenty of ambient aether (no, bios) available for him to tap into as he lopes over fallen rubble, searching for any sign of the person Emet-Selch had pointed out.
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[personal profile] emet_sulk 2024-12-02 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mm... 'Alive'. Now that is the question, isn't it?"

What makes something alive? Until recently, he had assumed it to be a full, complete soul. If something exists on enough Bios for long enough, can it become sentient like certain creations?

"A thing may be alive without being sentient, but would you recognise it as a living being? Would you afford it the right of survival, the right of choice, as one would another man or woman?"

He reaches out and, under the guise of stroking one of the Sentinel's panels, infuses more of his own aether - Bios - into its circuits.

"But as for what I would do with this information... Well, first I would investigate the practical applications!"

The Sentinel stirs again, glowing a baleful red. Bakugou has a second or two of warning before it fires its eye laser.
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[personal profile] xploud 2024-12-03 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Katsuki...does not remember this kid. Unfortunately, he's just the type to omit peoples' names and faces if they don't tick on his radar, or if he doesn't come across them day in and day out. The so-called "extras" and "NPCs" that he goes on and on about. It's not the best feature to have, and it makes him, uh...n-not the best to get along with, but this is how Katsuki copes with the many new people he's seen come and go in his life. The fans he's bound to have when he becomes a proper Pro Hero, the World's Greatest.

But that doesn't mean that he disregards life. Katsuki is a Hero, and Heroes win and save, regardless of who it may be that needs them to do so. He barely takes a step forward on his patrol, looking for people to help, enemies to defeat, and instantly his perspective and world seems to shift. It's disorienting, how the ground feels like it arcs up to meet him, how the color melts away to only leave the black, grey, and white, how sound seems to slow down until it feels like scraping, droning howls. He's not meant to be here. Whatever made this does not want him here, and it's trying to remove him - the unwanted piece, the intruder, the stranger.

For a moment, seeing a kid on a picnic table was a little jarring, but his instincts tell Katsuki that that's no kid - that's still an enemy, and he has to be careful. His fingers flex, curling and uncurling as his palms start to glow, small wisps of smoke drifting between his fingers.]


Tch...if that's all you've got, I'm going to have a hell of a time shoving that up your ass. Been meaning to punch someone who uses one of those's teeth out the back of her skull, but never got the chance... Won't be the same, but maybe it'll make me feel better if I do it to you, aa?
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[personal profile] nightmare_fuel 2024-12-03 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Just who is this meddling stranger? A fellow Otherworlder, perhaps, but Sakura thinks this person is no one whom she knows. Nothing personal... --Oh, so what is a complete stranger doing, trying to approach her like this? It is proper at a time such as now for Sakura to face Shirou or perhaps her sister, or someone from the Grail War, at least. Not an entity whom she does not even recognize. If only she knew this was Elidibus, the one spoken of by Emet-Selch. Though, at this moment, in her frantic mindset, that might not make a difference. ]

Ah... I suppose you're another of those hero types, huh? Another "Senpai"?

[ There's a note of dark mirth, even amusement, to her voice. No, Sakura is definitely not all there. She regards Elidibus with a wobbly smile. ]

You're really all alike... huh? ♥

[ She cannot resist a bit of a girlish giggle, thinking this person may even treat her to some kind of hero-esque speech. Is that not what all these hero types were wont to do?

As soon as Sakura sees the light-tipped end of that staff, one of the tendrils whips out and shoots after it -- aiming to bypass that bright light tip and catch the middle to wrench the tool away from Elidibus. She may be in a haze at the moment in terms of the wildness of her current train of thought, but she's not utterly insensible to defending herself: anything perceived as a threat is going to get lashed out at. ]
Edited (typos ahoy) 2024-12-03 22:30 (UTC)
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[personal profile] heartofsalvation 2024-12-04 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[All alike? No, he thinks, he wouldn't say that. But he elects not to engage with her taunting for now, knowing it will lead nowhere.

Sakura is fast, but Elidibus is faster; he imbues Bios into his swing to slice the tendril with the power of light and the razor-sharp edges of the spear. A blade of light to sever the hand of darkness... coming from him, it's ironic, isn't it, Rhea'li?

Once that shadow reaching out for his weapon is no longer a threat, he prepares to launch an attack of his own, jumping up on the end of the spear he isn't using and then slamming it to the ground in her direction, sending a shockwave of light rippling towards her.]
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[personal profile] xploud 2024-12-05 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
His whole fucking world is shounen, asshole (literally and figuratively, durhur), of course he's got the tropes drilled into his skull. Katsuki's going up, feeling a few of those bullets graze him, some even do hit him, and damn do they sting, but he's still going for it. He needs as much height as he can get for a full impact if he does a Howitzer...and if he boosts it with Cluster, then he needs to make sure he doesn't cave the entire mall in on itself. People are escaping, he saw a few scurry away from the corner of his eye as he was soaring up, but there's bound to still be a lot of people inside, holding out. He has to play this just right, because as much as Katsuki wants to...he's got a feeling he won't be the one to take this asshole down entirely. But he can at least claim the biggest goddamn dent, and then some.

"Nah...you're falling apart right now," physically, sure, but also emotionally and mentally. Katsuki's winning the mind game at least, and his face splits into that big, shit eating grin as he sees a barrage of missiles coming his way. Hahaha...cool. "Pathetic."

He lets himself fall, headed down to meet those four missiles as beads of his sweat fall off him. Katsuki starts to arc, then he begins to spin, his palms glowing, then his entire body, sparks dancing off his skin like tiny fireworks. This is going to be big. And he can't fucking wait. He's just about close enough, those missiles coming in hot, and he just....lets go. One arm whips out as he touches the missile, a spray of more caustic beads and--

"Howitzer...Cluster."

The first explosion is himself - it's big, it's blazing, and it's LOUD - then more come. The first missile, one of his beads of sweat, then another, it detonates another missile...it's like a daisy chain of various swirling explosions, a deadly firerworks display that shakes the grounds itself and probably carves the whole roof off the mall. It's...more property damage that he should be allowed to do, but sometimes them's just the breaks. Katsuki's heart is racing, his chest hurts, and his vision goes white. He barely even notices he's...somewhere else. Where? No goddamn clue, but definitely not in the mall. He just knows it's...not there. In reality, he blew himself in the opposite direction, through a couple windows, maybe a few walls of neighboring buildings. His whole body hurts, his heart is going way too fast, and his vision shifts from white to black. He's passing out. Katsuki's reached his own limit, and his entire being is telling him so. Stubbornly, he does try to move, to attempt to asses...anything. At all. But it's no use, he's run out of stamina, even his usual pigheadedness can't win this one.

He's got no idea how much damage he dealt, how many people managed to escape, but he kept the fucker busy enough for a few to get out of there, and there's not a chance he didn't cause the big guy some fatal damage. Whoever's up next...

You're welcome. Don't blow it.
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[personal profile] xploud 2024-12-05 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[The swarm on the ground is obnoxious more than it is threatening, and Katsuki has half a mind to just play "the floor is lava" and take to the skies. However, before he can launch himself up, the actual midboss finally reveals herself and...

Damn, he actually remembers her. No idea if he ever got a name, and if he did he forgot it, but she was pretty rad. Put up a hell of a fight during that race, and pulled off some rad as hell moves, too. It's a pity he has to fight her, but that's just how this shit goes, isn't it? He's never had many qualms about fighting, even his friends. It sucks, and he has to be...very careful to not hurt them, but this girl? She ain't his friend, barely even an acquaintance, either. He won't do more damage than necessary, but whatever she's got going on with that spider shit?? He's going to have to crank the dial up if he wants to beat her.]


Kiss my a--AAAGH?!

[Jesus fuck, that hurts!! What the hell is even happening?! He stumbles, doubled over, but refuses to take a knee as he snarls and glowers up through his spiky bangs. His fingers curl, like claws, and he grits his teeth. Oh, you damn bitch...come a little closer and he'll make you regret that tenfold.]
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[personal profile] emet_sulk 2024-12-07 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
He follows at a leisurely stroll. It's but the work of a moment to flick his finger upwards and scatter the cover that poor person had been hiding behind. Not that it would have helped, really, against a vortex like this.

"Best run quickly, Rhea'li," he calls. "'Tis survival of the fittest."
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[personal profile] nightmare_fuel 2024-12-08 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Those words... Sakura looks distinctly annoyed. There's something about her expression that is girlish, petulant: she may be a monster, now or ever, or she may carry the monster inside of her, whatever the case may be, but she's also a teenage girl with a lot of feelings and frustrations, not all of them nice or pretty. Her whole life, through all the torments she has endured, she has never had the ability -- never been allowed, really -- to express anything much, only to a certain point, and there's a considerable amount of tumult inside of her. It's all noise now, memories rising to the surface in anguish and mingling with whatever corruption she is experiencing.

If Sakura were more in her right mind, she might think that this "Shadow" must not be the real or original version thereof. After all, that should be impossible, because the cursed contents of the Holy Grail are not here and certainly not within her, but whatever forces are manipulating the city, they seem to be creating some kind of scenario where one's worst nightmares and experiences can be replicated. And if that is so, there must be some way to drive these powers back down, to restore order...

... but Sakura is not thinking like that, right now. All she is thinking is how this boy is saying things that piss her right off. ]


You "hero" boys are all alike. You all make claims like that.

[ She shakes her head, frowning stubbornly. She does not move to attack -- not just yet, waiting to see what Katsuki does, but she's poised like a cat with its fur bristled, only the "fur" in this case would be her shadows, which dance around her menacingly, ready to move in whatever direction(s) it takes to defend their Master or safeguard any who tries to halt her. Sakura thinks that, like this, she might even be able to corrupt or control some of the locals, such as those "Fractured" beings. If matters get too difficult here, she definitely thinks she might try that. But for now... she's just... irritated. ]

But I bet while you were busy saving the world, you've disappointed some girl... but you always get to be the hero... -- but I bet you've let people down...

[ Of course, she has no idea who he is, has no idea if any of that is true. She's just feeling so jaded with all these Hero of Justice types and their promises and hearing this sort of thing from people who claim they're going to save her or others. She's glaring at Katsuki because she feels like she Knows His Type, even if she doesn't know him, and unfortunately he's now taking the brunt of her projected anger... anger from other sources... ]

Come on, then... Hero Boy...
Edited 2024-12-08 21:42 (UTC)
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[personal profile] nightmare_fuel 2024-12-09 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ At the light that disrupts her unfurled Shadow tendril, Sakura's eyes widen. It's something like a flashback. Elidibus's piercing blow... like the jeweled sword that her sister had used against her. The memory is now a source of agony for Sakura. In that moment, she thinks she sees it happening all over again. Just when she thinks she has attained power and autonomy and control of her surroundings, a force that is utterly out of her control, utterly opposed to everything she is -- all the outcomes she has prepared or anticipated -- strikes. Misery and rage swell up inside of her at the thought of losing again just like before, as if this is destined to happen.

But, no, Sakura will not go down so easily. Even if that light feels as if it's her mortal enemy right now, the worst possible outcome or adversary, she is not utterly without recourse. Congratulations, Elidibus, you have succeeded at putting the girl on the defensive, however. This time, the tendrils of her shadow reach not for Elidibus directly, but for the mechanical monsters in the vicinity, piercing a couple and infusing them with corruption and shadows, as though they were her Servants. Here and now, they are.

Sakura herself takes a step backwards, hands balled into fists at her chest, disoriented and trying to focus, but meanwhile, the cyborgs, imbued by her darkened Bios (or Umbra, as it were), rush in between herself and this man who is trying to kill? stop? save? defeat her. ]


... tch...

[ She makes a low, disgruntled sound. Her turmoil is evident. Whatever happens, even if she may lose, she will at least buy herself time and go down fighting as much as possible. ]
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[personal profile] gilgamess 2024-12-09 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
You are an astute one, hm? You are correct that my ideal bride is not within this city.

[ But he seems rather unbothered. Almost indifferently, Gilgamesh flicks his gaze up to the Grail hovering in the sky above him. Granted, Lucy might not recognize it as a Grail. It looks more like a circular shadow of pure darkness encircled by a ring of mysterious light. But Gilgamesh supposes he should explain -- ]

That is my creation. There is no Grail here, no, but that woman who grants wishes -- it's a similar enough magic, isn't it? So I simply turned my Sight upon her and transcribed that magic into code of the Magisterian sort. The makeshift artefact, I imbued with Bios and Umbra. A King such as myself can weaponize both, even if you mongrels cannot. [ Actually, it's more like he just duct-taped everything together through sheer force of will. He does not really know what he's doing exactly with these forces, but there's no reason Lucy or anyone else has to know that. ] Therefore, the Grail spills its curses and grants all wishes I command.

I can simply create my ideal wife, should I so choose. Though such a matter is of less interest to me now than my primary wish... which is, of course, the complete purging of the city-state of Magisteria, that I might take the reins.

... do you truly believe the people here are any different than elsewhere? [ He cannot restrain a laugh. ] You are an intelligent woman, are you not? Do not be so naive. We have merely seen a view that those who summoned us here wanted us to see.

Are you so foolish as to not wonder why we have been restrained to a select handful of districts? Have you no imagination not to wonder why there is a barrier around the city-state, why these 'Authorities' are so frequently preoccupied elsewhere, or what they are hiding that our view of this world has remained so limited?

[ People are people, anywhere. But honestly, someone with Lucy's background would do well to be a little more jaded. For self-preservation reasons. In his other form, Gilgamesh might still encourage some skepticism. It's just that his skepticism is swollen through and through with abject cynicism and anger, now. Like the current state of the world is a slight on him, personally. But, in his current nihilistic mindset, Gilgamesh also feels somehow... disappointed in how contented Lucy has become. Can she not see that there must be layers of darkness in this world, too? Simply accepting the propaganda about the 'paradise city'... as if humans can ever truly change their nature, anywhere... ]

But let us see how you will oppose my treasures, hm?

[ It could be interesting. Anyway, philosophy aside, Gilgamesh is in a frame of mind where he just wants to watch the world burn. So he opens a few portals and begins firing out his weapons, directing them right at his former comrade-in-arms. ]
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so sorry about the delay!!

[personal profile] strength_of_will 2024-12-11 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
William had made his usual preparations of course. When facing an unknown foe - particularly one as ruthless as this one - you didn't stint on protection. Strength, defence, bravery, and resistance to common poisons and corruption: these basic spells and prayers he had cast on himself before announcing his presence.

All that said, he is still only human. Human...with a primordial dragon's blood lying dormant in him.

William's eyes widen. Smasher is too close for him to dodge even if he were to accelerate himself. But though the gap closer has taken him by surprise, he can see the punch winding up. He raises his shield and plants his feet just in time for it to catch and deflect the blow to one side.

For the briefest moment, to Smasher, it may look as though a dragon's pupils are glowing beneath that fiery red fringe. But it's gone the next time either of them blinks.
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[personal profile] lunardreaming 2024-12-13 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Trust me, I'm a skeptic. [ Lucy takes a long hit off her verve vape. ] But I don't think this shit is the answer.

[ Maybe she has become a bit too content. Maybe she's been too desperate to buy into the idea of a paradise city because all she wants is a happy ending. She took up a job doing cyber surveillance in a heavily trafficked adult lounge specifically so she and Musashi could spy on people's conversations to see what secrets this city is hiding, but sometimes... sometimes she wants to buy the lie. Sometimes it just feels easier. Sometimes she's just sick of struggling against the world.

Maybe that makes her weak. Whatever.

Gilgamesh, though. Sometimes it's easy to forget how strong he is. He took a woman's magic just by looking at her and wrangled it into a force of creation bending solely at his will, a dark eclipse in the sky threatening to swallow the whole city if he wishes it. There's no fucking way that Lucy's beating him in open combat, no matter what upgrades she gets.

What she does have is an ace up her sleeve. A couple months ago, she and Gilgamesh had gone into the Vplane to create digital Echoes of themselves, something they were encouraged to do to in the fight against the Phantom Cipher. She hadn't understood why at the time, but now she does; they're to fight against the corruption the Phantom Cipher had been planning.

But how does she force the digital Echo into him? She's not telepathic or magic, and he doesn't have any neuro-gear. They're incompatible formats.

And that's when Gilgamesh opens some fucking portals and starts firing at her.

Lucy fires up her new symphogenic augments, slots in the meat of her palms that open and spark with orange heat, propelling her backward. Her heart is thumping almost too hard to concentrate, but she's good under pressure. Always has been. If she can bundle up the digital Echo with a hit of Bios and convince him to absorb it -- or just smack it into his face and make him absorb it -- that might just work. She just needs to get close enough.
]

So if something's kinda corrupted, you need to tear down the whole city, huh? I guess part of me kinda approves. You've got a bit of that edgerunner spirit, Gil.

[ She ducks below a sword aimed right at her head, and something she suspects might be a missile. Getting closer the whole time. ]
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[personal profile] lunardreaming 2024-12-13 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ The question -- who will protect you -- seems to invoke something of a bluescreen in Lucy, bringing her up short and making her pause. Her hands still. It's clear she didn't consider this as something important.

After a long moment, she snarls, head jerking to the side like she's freeing herself from a troublesome thought.
]

He cannot be stopped. I can only protect.

[ With that, her hands shoot out, techno-web launching forward, intending to ensare. ]
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[personal profile] lunardreaming 2024-12-13 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
This is for your own good.

[ Lucy takes a step closer, one hand outstretched like she's controlling the invisible strings of her pressure.

She increases that pressure. Static roaring in the ears. An impossible weight on the chest, exhaustion dragging at the eyelids. A bull in a china shop, smashing through every one of his thoughts and dragging them away before he can even begin to snatch at them.

Lucy knows this one must be subdued before she wraps him up. She's never seen him in combat, but she knows he must be skilled -- that had been clear enough during the race. His evasive maneuvers, his speed, the way he can produce explosions with nothing but his bare hands, he would be a formidable opponent. And Lucy can't go toe to toe with opponents like that. What she can do debuff the shit out of them until they simply have no capacity to fight anymore.
]
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[personal profile] lightduties 2024-12-13 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
He almost doesn't hear the comment.

"Garuda!" he cries as the storm surges, as the human is ripped away from their fragile handhold and both he and the human are tossed to the winds.

Power that had been locked down since his arrival, surges forth. Using the ambient, chaotic bios, the zephyr-born primal coalesces into being with her characteristic screech. The howling gales in his immediate area die, the primal creating an eye of calm within the storm. But he's just a fraction of a second too late, the human swept up far beyond the reach of Rhea'li and his magic.

As his summoned Garuda catches him and sets him down on the rocky ground, Rhea'li can only watch helplessly as the human's body quickly becomes a distant speck.

It isn't the first time he's been unable to save someone. It won't be the last. But it hurts all the same.

"To what purpose would you usher the deaths of others upon this star?"" he demands when Emet-Selch finally arrives.

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