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Magisteria Mods ([personal profile] magisteriamods) wrote in [community profile] magisteriaexe2024-11-17 04:12 pm

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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[personal profile] heartofsalvation 2024-12-13 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Elidibus will not lose; even if he has to incapacitate her to cleanse her, he'll catch her in a vulnerable moment yet. It's been a battle of attrition thus far, but he wonders how much longer he should intimidate her for before getting serious...]

Hmph.

[He concentrates, then charges through the cyborgs at a speed above that of any ordinary man, skewering them and then tossing them aside. The light sees to it that their enchantment is quickly dispelled, and they return to being inoperable. With every movement, he draws closer, but he has yet to get within melee range of her, and is yet wary of that shadow she seems able to control like parts of her own body. What happens if he's accidentally touched, for example?]

How long must we play at this?
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[personal profile] xploud 2024-12-15 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Katsuki feels like his skull is being compressed - the shrill in his ears, the spike of his heartrate, and the grind of his teeth as he tries to fight back. He's encountered people like this before, he knows their type. The ones who can't fight in close quarters, or at all, tend to go for disabling effects like this. It really does fit the spider-like visage this girl's taken one - a paralyzing "bite", to subdue prey...keep them from fighting and potentially breaking free of the web. It's an effective strategy, and he has to admit she's got more oomph than most people of her ilk, but Katsuki is one tenacious guy. If he goes down, he usually goes down swinging.

And unlucky for Lucy that he tends to swing a lot.]


I'll decide that...for myself!

[With all his willpower struggling, the young Hero manages to twist his wrists just enough and aim a blast at one of Lucy's many legs. It's not incredibly powerful, but it's just enough to hopefully startle and trip her up enough to break her concentration on pinning him down with her mind. He only needs a second or two to get back on an even playing field.]
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[personal profile] xploud 2024-12-15 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Katsuki's expression sours, visibly and obviously - like a stupid orange cat who licked a lemon in 4K - and he makes a soft groaning noise deep in his chest. For fuck's sake, beating the pulp of out these things is hard enough without the issue of ethics coming into play, please do not. He enjoys tearing these things apart - it's fun and easy practice for his quirk, he doesn't exactly want to stop...

"I'm not here to preach on what is or isn't a 'soul', or what does or doesn't have one, asshole - I just want to know what the fuck we can glean from these things. If we can hardwire their processors, grab what we need from them..." he clicks his tongue, thinking. "Then there's a possibility of tracing any kind of shit back to its source, too. Hacking shit always leaves a digital footprint...but this Phantom Cipher guy is really good as wiping 'em clean."

For now, anyway. Man, it's kind of funny how he's missing that shitty little weirdo girl...what was her name again? The lovey-dovey one. Whatever, she's just some weird extra with a hell of a good hacking ability. Man, if she were here, she'd have tracked down this cockwipe before he have a chance to boot up his rig. Bet.

"Shit--!" He barely has a second to jerk to the left, hissing as he feels the heat from a laser that came way too close to his person to be comfortable. All at once, the blond EXPLODES (n-not literally this time...), bristling and raising his voice. "WHAT THE FUCK, YOU SHIT SNORTING GORILLA! I ALMOST LOST AN EAR!! YOU WANT TO DIE?! HAAH?!"
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[personal profile] xploud 2024-12-15 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, here we go - we got a monologuer, folks! How fun...

Katsuki almost feels his brain go numb, and he actually does visibly roll his eyes as she talks. For fuck's sake, does he have to listen to this drivel?! Every goddamn time with these Villains and Villain-types, it's the same regurgitated cat puke over and over again... He wants to sigh, he wants to just bullrush this weirdo and knock her out - he's confident he could - just to shut her up. It's so much of nothing that he doesn't even really get phased by it - though he really never has let what others say about him dig too deep - and it seems more like she's venting her own frustrations at him than actually trying to poke at anything regarding his character. Like she even knows anything about him to begin with, so there's already one leg missing for her to stand on.

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, just to see how those shadows react, but mostly because he's bored listening to her. One blond brow does raise though, and he seems to tune in enough to catch the latter half of what she said. Oh, okay - didn't quite hit the mark, but came pretty close, he'll give her that. Lips curl up just slightly, just enough to show off a small flash of his teeth in a wicked little grin, and he chuckles softly.]


Never claimed I didn't. I've let people down...I've pushed them down, and made damn fucking sure they stayed down. [He takes a bold step forward, then another, and another...his expression turning stern, and serious, as his palms start to glow, spark, and crackle...and then travel up his arms, ohis chest, shoulders, neck, face--he's glowing. Bright...too bright, almost blinding.] But y'know what? For every person I let down, or pushed down...took a while, but eventually...

I picked 'em back up.

[It's less a BOOM and more a THRUM - a pulse that rips itself from Katsuki's body, all over, as he turns himself into a living flash grenade. Every pore on his skin feels electric after, and his heart's already beating abnormally, but he needs to test this girl's limits - what she can and can't endure. A Stun Grenade is the most effective way to get a good read on that, and gives him a few seconds to rush forward and into her blind spot while she's, hopefully, actually blinded. And ya boy isn't going to hold back against some broad he just met. If she wants to tussle, he's coming at her with everything he's got.]

You ask for something bigger than you can swallow-- [He's going to take a swing - the usual strong, right hook.] --and you're bound to choke, moron.
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[personal profile] emet_sulk 2024-12-18 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
Late response but hmm... He probably wouldn't record it since at the time he's being controlled. Otherwise I guess he could use the information to tinker with some magitech-related gadgets (and help Tech magic users too).
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[personal profile] emet_sulk 2024-12-18 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Oops. My apologies. That wasn't meant to miss."

He doesn't really understand this control that Phantom Cipher has given him. It's not that he doesn't understand the machine itself or its workings but that there is some fundamental disconnect between hardware and sorcery and it's inhibiting his ability to fully control the Sentinel. That said, infusing the thing with Bios seems to be a step in the right direction.

A familiar would be more useful, he thinks idly. Oh well.

"Let's try again." Another shot of Bios and the Sentinel focuses on Katsuki again. This time it feels a little more responsive to Emet-Selch: it fires a few bursts in quick succession.
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[personal profile] emet_sulk 2024-12-18 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
Emet-Selch takes full advantage of his superior height to look down his nose at Rhea'li. It's an expression that has only shown itself once before: in the Capital, in front of the doors to the fiery, recreation of the hell which Amaurot had become.

Instead of geometric patterns, one could almost swear there are faint, metallic gleam of silver threads spreading from his back...

"They would have died either way, Rhea'li. That rubble would not have protected them from these winds. All I did was hasten the inevitable."
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[personal profile] lightduties 2024-12-19 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
It has been a long time since Rhea'li has seen such an expression on Emet-Selch's face. That look of condescension, that overbearing disdain, as if he and his were naught but an vilekin found unpleasantly splattered across the sole of a boot.

The gleam catches Rhea'li's eyes, but his expression doesn't change at all. What is that...?

"And rob them of the time for aid to arrive?" Rhea'li shakes his head, the wings of the bursterfly upon his back flickering once. "You need to stop." He gestures with a hand, seemingly calm. "Help me find the source of this unnatural storm."
Edited 2024-12-19 13:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] floweroftheapex 2024-12-20 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, wrist-wires? Extremely elegant weapons! They quickly wrap around her swords, as Lucy prepares to bowl her over, which would not be the most advantageous position she's ever been in. What to do, what to do, what to do...

Tenma pulls back quickly, pulling her swords down to her sides, and lowering herself into a crouch. Lucy fights her as she does this, as expected, hoping to yank the swords out of her hands, leave her weaponless, with the back and forth drawing the monowires taught.

So when Tenma pushes off from the ground, the snap-back is all the great. As Lucy charges her, the samurai Heroic Spirit rockets forward to meet her, aiming a knee right for her abdomen, the part of Lucy that's still mostly organic above the metallic thorax. Should knock the wind out of her nicely, give Tenma time to cut some of those legs, throw her off-balance. Immobile and trapped by the alley, cleansing her should be a relatively straightforward procedure.
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i'm so sorry for late reply. work has been kicking my butt until now.

[personal profile] nogravity 2024-12-20 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ochako might be young, but she was working on becoming a hero even in a strange new world she wasn't going to stop her training. It was clear the other woman was overwhelmed by something. She had a purpose and news. All the more reason to listen to her words and learn how best she can help.

When her pink flip phone began to ring due to a new notification, she will watch the news alert to realize there was a villain trying to tear through an area. Ochako will look up at the other girl, understanding her mission right now.]


We'll need to evacuate everyone as soon as possible!

[She'll now notice the way everyone in the area currently looked which won't startle her. Well, it'll startle her a tiny bit, but not enough to put her off.]

I'm going to guess it won't be so simple...

[It was clear the other girl was having a tough time moving everyone back to the apartments.]

Which way are the apartments again? I have an idea....
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[personal profile] nogravity 2024-12-20 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ochako’s gaze snapped to the clones as they closed in, their blank eyes mirroring her own reflection. It was unsettling, but she pushed the unease aside. She didn’t need to fight everything—she had a partner. Her job was clear: take these fakes down.

She charged forward; fists clenched. The first clone lunged at her, but Ochako ducked low, sweeping her leg beneath it and knocking it off balance. As it stumbled, she pressed her hand to its chest and sent it floating upward.

Two more clones rushed her from either side. She twisted away from one’s strike, her movement fluid as water, and planted a hard kick into the other’s torso. Her foot connected with satisfying force, sending it sprawling to the ground. Without missing a beat, she grabbed a chunk of debris with her Zero Gravity and hurled it toward the clone struggling to rise. The impact sent it shattering into nothingness.

Sweat dripped down her brow, but her focus was razor-sharp. She sidestepped another attack, her fist colliding with the clone’s jaw in a precise, practiced strike. Each blow carried her defiance, her determination to prove she was stronger than them -- her fears.

It felt therapeutic, even.

She stood there for a moment, catching her breath, the battlefield eerily quiet around her now.]


One fight down...

[She turned toward the remaining chaos, her brown eyes blazing with determination. Together, they would finish this.]
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[personal profile] emet_sulk 2024-12-22 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't need to do anything," he scoffs. "This isn't my star. Why should I go against nature's course? I thought you and your little group of friends fought against me to stop my manipulation of world events. What makes your intervention any different?"

He waves his hand carelessly as if to gesture at the storm. Subtly, he adds more ferocity to the gales. It grows more and more difficult to stand there speaking with the howling winds decimating the district.
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[personal profile] lightduties 2024-12-23 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
Emet-Selch is right; this isn't his star. And that's the part that sounds so wrong.

Emet-Selch is making the repeated point that this is simply nature's course, that he has no desire to interfere. But he is interfering. Even if Emet-Selch does not care a whit for the people of Magisteria, there's a feeling gnawing at the back of Rhea'li's head, Emet-Selch would not do this.

If he could not be roused to help, then he would bugger off and leave others to their own devices. The question is rather irrelevant; they have already resolved this matter one life ago.

Is Emet-Selch more susceptible to the strange pall that has fallen over the city because his body is made of Bios?

Emet-Selch raises his hand and Rhea'li's ears pin back as he reaches for his grimoire; he is familiar enough with the other man's magical prowess to recognise the careless gesture for what it is. A magical array appears before his fingertips, lengths of magic leaping from the pattern and reaching for Emet-Selch to (Tri)bind him.

"You need to stop!" he repeats, shouting over the rising storm. "This isn't like you!"
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[personal profile] xploud 2024-12-24 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, this sack of heaving cat puke...this is the game he wants to play? Fine. With a snarl, the blond immediately leaps to the side, using a burst from his palms to lengthen the distance and give himself some speed as well. He can't get a clear shot of his own at ground level, and Katsuki isn't sure quite yet how to properly deal with fucking Geppetto and his puppet. He could temporarily blind the bastard with a Stun Grenade, but that then risks the robot breaking its bonds and coming after both of them...and Katsuki is bound to make sure this stupid fucker actually comes out of this alive. Hopefully tossed ass first into a jail cell, but still alive.

"Don't underestimate me!!"

Leaping up into the air, using some additional boomies from the soles of his feet to get a good several yards up, Katsuki uses the advantage of height to fire his own volley down at the robot. Better to take that thing out first, then deal with the other guy.
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[personal profile] xploud 2024-12-24 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Katsuki barely has time to react, to fight himself, because Uraraka has this handled. His lip curls at the corner, unable to even feel a slight pang of irritation at not being able to fight. It's fine, this fight is not his, it's all her. He can see the ferocity, the resolution in those big, brown eyes...the determination to keep going, the desire to one-up these half-baked fakes and prove she's better than them, stronger than them. Tch...the audacity to even think they had anything on the real deal. Katsuki's friends are strong, every one of them, and they would never fall to shitty knock offs like this. Especially not Uraraka, she's way too fucking stubborn.

As Katsuki lets Uraraka do what she needs to do, he at least picks off the ones she floats. He does feel a moment of awkward sickness as he fires and AP Shot at one of the clones and it almost seems to shatter, like crystal. It's not enough to stop the young blond, but it does bring back some VERY bad memories, and he tastes bile on his tongue before forcing it back down and shaking his head. No...not now. None of that shit, it's still a fake. The real one is right here and she's fine. He's only attacking fakes... Not her. Not the real one.]


Mm, but this isn't over yet. Ready for round two?
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[personal profile] lunardreaming 2024-12-29 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ No matter how much she tries to get the dancers' attention, all of them seem totally caught up in their own world. Lucy would suspect drugs, but it seems something more than that, some mutual state of consciousness they've all locked into -- which would otherwise be kind of cool and transcendental and whatever, but now it not the fucking time.

She's tried everything. Yelling at them. Shoving them. Trying to bargain with them. Nothing has worked.

So if this girl thinks she has an idea, Lucy's more than willing to listen.

Her pupils flash orange, the silent signal that she's sending something digital. A split-second later, the girl's aXess Link will ping again, a map with an arrow pointing out the direction of the apartments.
]

I'm all ears. Nothing I've tried has worked.
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[personal profile] lunardreaming 2024-12-29 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Predictably, Lucy raises her arms, trying to haul back as soon as her wrist-wires get a good grip on the swords. She digs all eight points of her legs into the road, straining backward -- if she can just get those swords out of Tenma's hands, she thinks, this fight might be a lot easier.

(If she were in a clearer state of mind, she'd likely gamble the opposite: that Tenma and Musashi are just as deadly with their bare hands.)

So when Tenma launches herself, Lucy isn't expecting it. Tenma hits her squarely, and Lucy's lungs collapse with a choked noise, half of her legs crumpling underneath her, arachnoid abdomen scraping the ground. As she sucks in a wheezing breath, she realizes her wrist-wires have gone limp, pooled uselessly on the ground. Lucy retracts them, and goes for Plan B instead; tossing out a spindle of techno-web, a bundle aimed at Tenma's advancing form.
]
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[personal profile] lunardreaming 2024-12-29 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ The downside about this mental and digital tsunami is that it takes work to maintain, work that keeps Lucy focused on one thing and blinded to all other things. Like holding a door closed with all her strength; she doesn't have any hands free to do anything else.

The blast hits her square in a foreleg, and with a gasp, she tumbles forward, catching herself on her arms and other forelegs, but it neatly diverts her attention from her attack. Worse, keeping up a torrent of pressure like that had been tiring, and Lucy's not sure she can engage it again so soon.

Fuck.

But she's not out of options.
]

Fighting to be able to run headlong into your own destruction. Impossible.

[ She rights herself, hair hanging in her eyes, ragged, hands held forward. It only takes a moment to shoot out a bundle of techno-web, and all she can do is hope she's faster than he is. ]
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[personal profile] xploud 2024-12-29 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Likening that feeling to a wave - or a tsunami - is very apt, because Katsuki definitely felt like he was fighting against a current, a riptide, and being dragged farther and farther from his consciousness with every passing second. It was hell, and breaking free once she's down in like gasping for air on the beach. His heart is going wild in his chest, and Katsuki can feel himself sweating a little too much to be healthy...even for him, but he can't really do much about it. Retreat isn't an option, and defeat is just plain not in his mental dictionary right now.

Instead of stopping for a much needed break, or even a breath, he uses the excess sweat to his advantage instead. He can feel every vein in his body screaming as his heart pumps blood through his system, the adrenaline numbing it only just - enough for him not to lose his perception, or for his ears to start ringing and drown out sound. Katsuki needs everything right now, because that assault earlier put him on a timer, and her can't afford even a second. He can't stop, he had to take her down within that time limit or face another attack like that again...and that will be it. That will be the end.

So he surges forward like a missile, even as she's speaking, an ironic twist of her words, and counters her webs with an explosion from one palm, hopefully burning it to scattering embers, and goes for another blast to her chest with his spare arm.]


If my life ain't worth fighting for...then that's not a life I want to live, bug.
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[personal profile] emet_sulk 2024-12-29 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
His gaze drops to the (meagre) binding on his arm and narrows. With a contemputous look, he easily breaks the spell.

"Not like me? You think you know me? You know nothing about me!"

His expression is contorted into a rage only seen once before: at the precipice of their final, fatal battle. But unlike then, this is no raw, wounded declaration of war. This is unadulterated hate born of jilted pride.

Emet-Selch raises his hand and the winds intensify with an ear-splitting howl. They bear down upon Rhea'li, every gust sharp and cold, tiny knives nicking at exposed skin and drawing blood.
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[personal profile] gilgamess 2024-12-30 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
You should know me well enough by now to know I don't deal in half-measures.

[ He says it as though "they" are the same as they ever were, as if his disposition change does not fundamentally change who he is or was. In one sense, that's not the case, because the change in attitude renders Gilgamesh's priorities utterly different and incompatible with Lucy's, making them enemies where they had previously been allies... but in another sense, as she might now have noticed, he is still Gilgamesh in a way that the other "corrupted" people are not exactly themselves. ]

Besides... it's entertaining, is it not?

[ The best news for Lucy is that he's not going all out against her. Even if Gilgamesh has come to have a certain respect for this woman, he does not think she, a mere human, can successfully hold against him, a Servant -- even if he is composed of Bios now rather than mana, he still has his Noble Phantasm(s). Really, he could open his vault and launch hundreds, thousands of weapons, but instead, he's flinging them almost casually. Lazily. Feline-like. Which is another side of Gilgamesh's demeanor. ]

And perhaps you will have a chance to show me what you are capable of, hm?

[ If there's anything Gilgamesh respects, after all, it's a Worthy Adversary. ]
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[personal profile] emet_sulk 2025-01-02 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Emet-Selch merely has to thrust his palm upwards and a magical barrier shields himself from the fire raining down. He could technically shield his new robot ally as well but, well, then all those lasers it's attempting to fire back at Katsuki might hit him instead.

Fortunately for the younger man, this mage doesn't seem to be planning to add his own firepower to the fray just yet.

"Curious power you have there, boy," he calls out from his shelter. "Explosive power rather than fire itself? And such precision of movement. I've never seen anything like it."
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[personal profile] lightduties 2025-01-02 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
It's no surprise that his binding magic is easily snapped; to properly chain something down is more Erichthonios or Themis' domain.

Negotiations have failed, then.

With a hand outstretched, he draws upon the energy he drains from Emet-Selch, dismissing Garuda so he can coealesce both into a new form; it is pure fact that Emet-Selch is a more powerful mage than he, and so the wind was easily ripped from Garuda's control. But facing down a more powerful foe has never stopped him, easily shrugging off the pain of bleeding from windborn cuts.

The massive form of Titan hurtles towards Emet-Selch, the rocky primal slamming into the ground like a comet. Even if Emet-Selch is not mashed, Titan's bulk provides some buffer for Rhea'li to hide against the wind. And certainly, Rhea'li doesn't think Titan will be enough to stop the other mage, following up immediately with slabs of rocks rising from the already broken concrete in an attempt to crush Emet-Selch between them.
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[personal profile] nogravity 2025-01-03 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Ochako stood among the remnants of her shattered clones, her chest heaving as she steadied her breathing. Her knuckles ached, her arms trembled, but a surge of pride swelled in her chest. She’d done it. Every last one of those hollow copies was gone. She wiped the sweat from her brow, glancing toward Bakugo.

Ochako felt her lips twitch into a small smile, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins.]


Always.

[Rolling her shoulders in preparation, she didn’t know what the next wave would bring, but she wasn’t backing down. Not now, not ever.

But before she could act, the battlefield shifted. The skittering sound of spider legs grew louder, more frantic, and her stomach dropped as she realized their attention had turned. Her clones might have been defeated, but the spiders weren’t done.

The spiders moved in a synchronized surge, their mechanical legs glinting as they converged on Bakugo’s position. Ochako’s heart lurched in her chest. He wasn’t just standing still, but even he couldn’t fend off so many at once without help.

Her muscles tensed, instinct screaming at her to act. She sprinted forward, Zero Gravity at the ready, eyes darting for anything she could use to create an opening. A chunk of broken concrete nearby caught her attention, and she lunged toward it. Her fingers barely grazed the surface before it floated into the air.

She flung the debris with as much force as she could muster, aiming for the cluster of spiders closest to him. The impact sent them scattering, giving her just enough time to close the gap. Her heart hammered in her chest as she pressed her back against his, their movements syncing without a word.]


I’ll cover you!

[Her voice was steady despite the panic clawing at her. She didn’t wait for his reply; she didn't need to. He was strong, but she wasn’t about to let him face this alone. Not when she could fight by his side.]
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[personal profile] nogravity 2025-01-03 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Ochako frowned as she took in Lucy’s frustration, the tension in her shoulders mirroring her own. The dancers, oblivious to the chaos, moved as if they were part of some surreal, synchronized dream. It was eerie, unsettling even, but now was not the time to allow those emotions to cloud her judgement. She inhaled deeply, forcing herself to focus on the problem at hand.]

Listen...I can make them float, similar to balloons. [She gestured to the crowd, her fingers flexing as if preparing for the technique.] Not just one at a time, either. If they’re close enough, touching in some way, I can get most of them up at once. It won’t last forever, though. The longer I keep them up, the more it’ll take out of me. And if I push too far, I’m gonna end up with my head spinning.

[Her eyes flicked to Lucy, steady and determined.]

So I need someone to pull them away from here while they’re floating. Get them far enough so they won’t just drop back into this spot when I run out of steam. Can you handle that?

[It wasn’t a perfect plan, but it was something. Ochako squared her shoulders, already running through the steps in her mind. Her Zero Gravity was reliable, but it came with limits, and she wasn’t about to let those limits stop her. Not when lives could be at stake.

She turned her gaze back to the dancers, her fingers curling into tight fists.]


Let me know when you’re ready. I’ll lift them as soon as you’ve got a path.

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