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Post by Solomon Moon on Nov 5, 2016 22:25:54 GMT -6
 conditions of the current situation changed drastically over the course of a few moments. It was definitely a good thing that Sol had already taken the initiative to take control of the situation into his own hand (singular), and unlike the rest of the dull witted cowards that populated the basilica, he had wasted no time on warnings or bargaining. He was already acting, while the rest, save for maybe Lily, just stood about slack jawed and hoped that the time for action would not come, when it was clear even to the casual observer that they were well and truly past that point entirely. People liked to call Sol a coward, not because it was true, in fact nothing could be more patently untrue, rather they did it because they falsely assumed it was a convenient way to get a rise out of him. Rarely did anyone suspect that to actually succeed in that goal would mean a reaction that outstripped anything they were prepared for by an order of magnitudes. The elevation of Sol's temper was not measured in degree, rather it was a binary state. He did not rant, he did not rave, he simply went about dismantling to subject of his ire, often without any detectable expression in his gaze. He was already two steps towards that course by the time anyone else clued in, and that was his advantage, because he was already fighting when no one else realized that fighting had begun. Were this a race, and in a way it was, he was already accelerating towards sixth gear, and most of everyone else were just beginning to start their engines. His eye saw the formation of living bodes before him, and with the clinical detachment of viewing a tactical chart, he noted the positions of all the key players, and had already plotted three moves ahead. As he had attempted to take a hold of Sayf's shoulder, he had already rehearsed the entire engagement out in his head. All he needed to make his vision a reality was land the first blow. He also saw Ceyla as she charged headlong towards the pair of them, as obvious as a neon sign as she made a straight line towards them. Sol amended his mental rehearsal to account for the involvement of a third party, and found it to represent an improvement of his odds. It's worth mentioning that he did the majority of this mental arithmetic in his head in the moment between when he anticipated his hand touching the fabric of Sayf's garb, and when the latter actually vanished. This development was not even a surprise to Sol. He had fought in a dozen campaigns, and had accumulated a hundred confirmed kills in close combat, and this didn't even account for the victories he'd secured through tactics, leadership, and a generous employment of heavy artillery. He'd faced foes that could vanish in broad daylight, could move like literal lightning, and in a few unfortunate cases, blink bodily from one location to another. Sayf turning out to be one of the latter, while irksome, was not the sort of news that a seasoned warrior like Solomon Moon would allow to entirely derail his advance. Sol might have employed on of the many potential exit strategies that he'd already devised, were it not for Ceyla. A few thing's occurred to Sol as his intended target vanished, right as another enemy placed herself in the line of fire. One such thought was that Ceyla was in effect the ruling body of Legion, but another was that she was a traitor, not just to Barnett, Sol's employer, but the kingdom itself. An opponent of such influence could not be allowed to survive, and she had been next on the list once Sol had dealt with Sayf and his veiled slattern. One traitor was as good as another. The fact was, Sol still had time, even in that heartbeat between when he'd been aiming at Sayf's tenth vertebrae and thin air, to change his trajectory and spare Ceyla injury. He actively chose to scorn this opportunity. Ceyla Regenwald, or whatever her real name was, had to die. The right sleeve of Sol's shirt exploded away in shreds as liquid blue spikes of searing flame erupted from four vents arranged along the lateral and dorsal edges of his elbow, and a column of roaring orange hellfire blasted from the broad aperture upon his right scapular. A sudden addition of hundreds of horsepower of jet propulsion launched the extended points of Sol's middle and index fingers, each composed of virtually indestructible dust treated alloys and sharpened to murderous razor's points, directly into the centre of Ceyla's breastplate. Metal buckled, flesh broke, blood flowed, and as Ceyal sailed back, Sol's fingertips did not break contact, instead continued to drive themselves into the treacherous waif's chest, until the very moment that the pair of them touched down again. Some blonde youth, who Sol did not know, nor really care to, was making his way towards the pair of them, but Sol still had time to act prior to the addition of another player in his dance with Ceyla. As the girl retched up blood, indicating to Sol that some very serious internal damage had taken place, encouraging him to push his assault, Sol snatched her right wrist in his left hand, as his metal fingers found purchase where the raised collar of her breastplate had formed a convenient little ridge where he could grasp. Bringing to bare his considerable advantage in sheer size and brute strength, not to mention capitalizing on Ceyla still struggling to recover from his first blow, he forced her weapon aside by controlling her wrist and with effortless might he jerked the girl towards him. His teeth gritted and lips drawn back in a feral sneer that held pure malice and killer instinct, Sols's aura flared as he snapped his head forward like a ball and chain and unleashed a devastating headbutt before his foe could even fully recover from the first wound he'd given her. Chrohn arrived just in time for Sol's teeth to part at the anticipated moment of impact, and as his hand fell upon the counsellor's breast, a shockwave of unrelenting violence fall like a hundred hammers at once. Sol's semblance burst forth from his lips like a tide of blunt trauma, unleashing such raw strength into the air that the oxygen of the atmosphere ignited. An expanding ring of condensed, ignited air, slammed outwards like a wall of solid steel, travelling at many times the speed of sound. Benches and pews ten feet behind the pair were reduced to boards and nails as they were flipped with enough force to break bones, while anything nearer was reduced to splinters outright. Those within the blast heard nothing but a dull whine as their eardrums burst, while those standing beyond heard a deafening crash that struck like thunder from every direction. Sol maintained his grip, even as the temperature around him dropped well below zero. However as it turns out, the human body is a fantastic insulator, and does not immediately match the ambient temperature of the environment, without some sort of medium to leech heat through. Furthermore, Sol's aura had been active since well before all of this had started, and with the addition of a heavy uniform designed to endure Legion's harsh climate, not to mention a natural quirk of his semblance rendering him abnormally resilient towards sudden shifts in temperature. It was fitting in a way, that the immediate effects of the blonde's semblance, given it's name, upon the One Eyed Dragon, was absolutely nothing. Sol's reaction was to simply unleash a second blast of his semblance, detonating a ten foot long, fifteen foot wide cone in front of him with the force of a howitzer report. Then, if Ceyal still hadn't escaped somehow, and if she wasn't soundly dead by this point, He did it again. 5 - Aura Defence 45 - Semblance X 3 150/200 Ap tag(s): ━ words: 000 ━ notes:Color Code d0b000 made by ira of stf and ww |
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Post by Alburn Redgrave on Nov 6, 2016 0:40:07 GMT -6
It was an utter chaos and confusion. That was the only possible way that Alburn could possibly describe the situation that was unfolding before his eyes as the enemies made themselves known. In midst of the funeral of all things. He'd never felt so infuriated in his life since the time he had decided to take up the case of the 'Red-Eyed Maiden' all by himself. Knowing not only that he had once again, failed his duty as the only peace-keeping officer to prevent a situation like this from happening, and had failed to see what was coming. Actually, he'd seen something like this might coming miles away, ever since this so-called 'Solomon Moon' decided to be up on the stage. However, for the sake of the atmosphere and in a benefit of his doubt, he simply decided not to act, but he saw how wrong he was. How foolish he was not to do so. Thereafter, as the man who had slain the last remaining of the Pendragon family entered his view, the officer made sure that he'd engrave the man's bandaged face into his memories. Without a weapon, let alone any armaments provided by the Police Department to help him in this situation, there was very little that Alburn could do - but he decided to remedy this situation it by calling the cop car over to his position. However, somewhere in his mind, even with the Second Sun that would be soon in possession in his hand, the officer had a gut feeling that he and Ceyla were going to be horribly outmatched by the man before them. They had to buy time until the right moment. Don't act rashly. No sudden movements. That was a common tactic of any police officer employed if they happened to have found themselves in such disadvantageous situation.
Buy time.
Call for backup? No. He doubted that any ordinary police officer could match them. Even the members of the SWAT team were going to be hard-pressed in fighting them - in fact, he knew that the law enforcement would stand very little to no chance against them. Alburn's thoughts came to a speeding halt when another presence entered his eyes. It was immense, forcing to crush all air out of him. It took on a form of a small girl, perhaps no older than early twenties - if not in her late teens. It was hard to believe so much power was exuding out of her, even with this casual aura she was putting off as she simply miffed at everyone she saw in the room. The Officer tried not to show any emotions, to show her that whatever blasphermies she uttered out of her lips was simply next to impossible to affect him, but his stoic features quickly broke when she spoke to him and Ferr in particular. “And you two - great warriors, you lot are. Can’t even protect the women you care about most - but you want to protect and serve your people in your own ways? Laughable, at best. How many do you think you’ll have to kill to protect, hm? How many are you willing to kill to protect?”His face twisted in rage. There was a truth behind it that he couldn't deny. Just because he was a police officer didn't mean he had the power to save everyone - the only thing he could possibly do was to reduce any casualties and respond to any lethal force if he and other officers was ever faced with one. It was a painful reality he was forced to accept. Kill to protect others. In a matter of seconds, the girl made mockery of his father's memories, but enemy was an enemy. If they had to be cut down in order to keep others safe, keep Ceyla safe, then that was one sin that Alburn was willing to dip his hands into.
"As much as it takes," Alburn coolly replied, "And if I have to cut down you, and your ragtag gang to keep everyone in here safe, then I'll do so without slight bit of hesitation. I am a Police Officer of the Legion, I respond to a deadly forces if I'm presented with one. I arrest petty criminals like you and put them behind bars. You, little girl, are no different." Feeling the vibration of his keychain inside his jacket. The Officer narrowed his eyes. It was a sign that the car would soon be here at any moment. With it, he could call for the backup and arm himself. He had to keep the talk going as long as he could, but his attention became directed towards Ceyla when she suddenly took a step forward ahead of them, almost as if in a trance. "Ceyla, don't act so rashly. The last thing we need-," However, his words never entered her ears. Suddenly engulfed in what seemed like a great dust, the Prime Minister fully armed herself before rushing forward. "Shit!" Putting all the strength he had in his legs, the male darted forward to stop her, but she was much too fast for him with her semblance active. It was then when a familiar scenery entered before his eyes. Before she could land an attack on her intended target, a blow struck her. A boy, one who stood out to the Officer the most since the beginning of the funeral. Solomon Moon. As she was tossed backwards, another blonde came in to save her, but his presence seemed to be easily ignored as a tremendous massive explosion threatened to engulf all those in area, Alburn tapped into the deepest part of his soul. It flared, roared to life as aura made itself manifest on his body, activating both aspects of his 'Railgun' abilities. Immediately, the first explosion became contained, as well as the second and third one that threatened to engulf Ceyla before the male simply seemed to 'appear' right at Solomon's side. Immediately, Alburn gripped at Solomon's wrist, faster than the boy could possibly react. His grip tightened around the metal fingers before casually twisting it back in unnatural angles to release Ceyla from the deathly grip that he had her in. Ignoring the blood that was pooling up in his hand from the razor sharp edges of the claws, the Officer casually tossed the boy off to the side like a toy as a snarl full of malice took form on his lips. The Officer took a deep breath. Before Solomon could have any possible chance to react, he unleashed the full fury his semblance, All three explosions, directly, at a point blank range of Solomon Moon. Each explosion were as devastating as the last, more powerful than the boy could possibly hope to unleash. It was like three volcanic mountains that were erupting all at once, threatening to engulf the younger male's world in a kind of hellpyre which could only be described as a minature sun. The cop car he'd called with his keychain soon came into view from the side, and from its frontal armored plating, a pair of barrels which glistened darkly with malice under the rain. As it flared and spewed forth red, hot death, the barrels sang the psalms of absolute obliteration towards Solomon before attempting to run him over. Using this as a minor distraction, Alburn disappeared from his view and recovered Ceyla to a safe destination, far away from Solomon. ---- AP: [490/710] - Railgun Primary Barrel [Active] - Railgun Secondary Barrel [Active] - Railgun Secondary Barrel [x3] 200 AP [Using 50 AP on 2 explosions, 100 AP for final] ulla |
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Post by lilywilde on Nov 6, 2016 13:42:16 GMT -6
----- Never stop Running ----- tag: --- // words: --- // notes: --- Lily didn't realize at first how deeply she was in over her head. To her, the thought that after all the hardships she'd faced in the wilderness, after all the training she'd done at Vytal, that there were people in this world capable of handling her like a child was unthinkable. However, when the whip wrapped around her arm, when she felt the void cyrstals piercing her defenses as if her aura was little more than cotton, she realized how foolhardy she truly was. She felt like the same fifteen year old girl who thought she could take on a nevemore.
When the blistering pain began to crawl up her arm, the wailing scream that escaped her lips rang out through the rainy dim lit morning. Her eyes instinctively sought out someone to save her from this painful reality. There were three people nearby who she cared deeply for. Amber, who had protected her once today, and had been a good friend to her. Solomon, who had saved her life previously, and who'd proven himself time and again to be more than meets the eyes, and Aegle. It was the orange haired pugilist who Lily instinctively sought out. As her eyes met Aegle's emerald pools, the young faunus managed to stifle her scream long enough to beg the girl for aid with a single word "Help,"
A moment later she was soaring through the air, and then crashing into the pews of the basilica. She writhed on the floor, the splintered mess of wooden pews sticking into her flesh, causing her to bleed where the more jagged pieces pierced her.
She felt absolutely none of that. The pain in her left arm was her entire world. As she writhed in the splintered mess, she could feel the fire traveling up her veins, and into her core. Her Aura flared up, but the white light that shrouded her did nothing. The hope, and peace that it normally brought with it was completely drowned out by the sheer force of the pain that Lily was feeling.
She couldn't feel a thing except for the pain. Not the shards of wood piercing her flesh, nor the soreness of her throat as she screamed a piercing wail that cut through the chaos like a knife. He screams didn't fade, not even when the world stood still and she entered into her semblance.
It wasn't a conscious move. Lily was used to running from her problems, and her body instinctively wanted to run from this great pain. She bounded to her feet as her semblance began to take over subconsciously. The long shards of wooden debris protruded disgustingly out of her body did nothing to slow her down, she began to move through pews like paper, she slammed into the wall in a dark purple and black explosion of void dust. She began bouncing from wall to wall, each time she found herself stalled somewhere her legs would pump powerfully in a vain attempt to outmaneuver the fire traveling up her body. Her path was jagged, like a drunk staggering through the street, often time doubling back and changing direction several times, seemingly without rhyme or reason. The only straight lines being the ones where she'd soared through the air and impacted a wall or support strut.
The only indication that any present might have of the path she took was the eruption of purple and black energy that followed her wake. A jagged, twisted corruption that spread over the ground and the walls she traveled over, eventually reducing the area in her wake to nothingness. Her path took her through the coffin, sending the decorative wooden casket exploding into splinters. Even her blood, accelerated to a neck breaking mach four, impacted the walls like bullets and bored it's way into the ivory stone. It shattered windows, and devastated anything it fell upon. The banners that had been hung in memoriam of the deceased were, each similarly cloaked in black twisted energy.
All of this devastation took place in the span of a single second. For Lily however, that second felt like an eternity. Partially because of the sheer agony she was in, and partially because her semblance had allowed her perception to speed up to match her speed. In this state, the time that seemed to pass for Lily was far closer to a quarter hour's worth of suffering. The entire time she was in her semblance mode, she was belting out a terrible scream. Depending on where people within the building were standing, this scream might have sounded very strange. It would have sounded like it was a scream played backwards, and far higher pitch than anything her voice would possibly be capable of emitting without the assistance of mach four movement. This banshee wail would be the death knell of this ancient and beautiful building.
Any architects present may have noticed that her path through the building had touched upon many supports for the building. She had obliterated frames, desecrated buttresses, and completely decimated the rafters. She bounced from one wall to the next. Even the ceiling was not safe from her frenzied struggle to outpace the fire that was burning within her.
The ceiling was, a beautifully painted mural. It spanned the entirety of the large basilica's ceiling. A wonderful portrait of four woman, one in each corner. The top left, a woman surrounded by greens and yellows, smiling softly and glowing with a green energy that brought life to all of the plants and animals that shared her section of the ornamental tiles. The top right was of a woman clad in reds and golden yellows shining her brilliance on the fields full of crops. The bottom right was of a woman clad in browns and oranges, who sat amidst a bounty of food, sharing it with the happy people who inhabited her table. The bottom left was of a woman in pale blues and whites who sat serenely among the snow and basked in the beauty of an empty, quiet nature. All four of them had their hands held aloft, pointing toward the center of the ceiling, which was a white brilliant four pointed star. From the center of that star, hung the beautiful and radiant chandelier that provided the entire basilica with warm rays. As Lily hurdled into that center piece, shattering the chandelier and finally coming to rest in the center of the four pointed star, the ceiling around her began to shake, and crack. The chandelier crashed to the ground below. The pressure lines of Lily's final impact ran along the four pieces quadrants of the mural, before spider webbing further into lines of black and purple malicious energy. As the entire building began to creak, and pieces of the ornamental tiles that made up the area nearest Lily began to fall to the floor below, she too came free from her Lily-shaped crater, and fell started her fall to the floor below. Her terrible wailing had finally come to a stop. She was unconscious, and soon would be buried under the falling rubble thanks to the destruction that she had unknowingly wrought.
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Post by Kim on Nov 6, 2016 21:13:13 GMT -6
Everything happened so fast, and Kim was only able to perceive some of it. Ceyla released a wave of void energy, sending pain arcing through Kim's divine dust arm and causing her to flinch and growl. The normally white glow from her left hand acquired purple tendrils and began pulsating, as the two powerful energies clashed within her circuits. Things only got worse, as more and more void energy poured throughout the room from the mystery woman's weaponry, driving Kim down to her knee with pain and completely locking up the Torch, causing the glowing limb to become rigid in an awkward bend, quite similar to the motion used to drive an arm through someone's chest. Her claws were still extended, though she couldn't change their position even if she wanted to, and the purple within their glow slowly spread. When Sayf released the remade Excalibur from its cloth, then grabbed Ash and took him through a portal, Kim wasn't able to even move her lips to release a shout. Though with the departure of the two unwelcome guests, and Ceyla's wound, the void energy waned just enough for her to fully process what was going on. Her piercing green eyes locked on Sol, and her lips finally parted to form words. "You would do well to run, boy. Run far, and-AH!"
Another pulse of void released from Lily, the dark force slamming into Kim and turning the glow from her weaponized arm fully to a sickly purple, her systems locking up from the backlash. Leo was suffering a similar issue, the glow coming from the metal cat the same deep, oozing purple. As more and more of the debilitating energy washed over her, Kim slowly began trembling, her tremors increasing in speed until they became full blown spasms. The black dress she wore tore at the joints, her mechanized elbows becoming visible to the world as she shook in place. All this happened over the single second that Lily remained in her semblance, though Kim's time sensors were being just as rattled as all her other pieces making it seem like an eternity. Purple and white completely coated her vision, her overheat fluctuated to send varying puffs of steam and waves of heat from her, and the only thing she heard was a deep thrumming. When the supersonic faunus crashed into the ceiling, ending the amplified ferocity of the void dust clawing at her skin, Kim's systems finally began to quiet once more.
She swung her eyes around the room, and though she seemed to have suffered mild damage to her auditory sensors she could see the destruction around her well enough. A dull ringing still persisted in her ears, pain continued to wrack her body, and she couldn't get her left arm to move. But with the fading of the void's power her systems were beginning to correct themselves. Lily careened into the ground, the mosaic carved into the Basilica's ceiling crumbling and dropping with her. Kim saw this, saw Alburn and Sol, Amber and Ceyla, Chrohn and Aegle, and all her files on each of them began popping up in her vision. Cop, merc, princess, prime minister, and Vytal students. All important, and all about to be crushed under the weight of the stone and marble surrounding them. Kim pushed her legs into motion, crying out at the pain and difficulty in doing so, and began slowly limping towards Amber. She hobbled across the Basilica's shattered pews, pausing as she got next to Lily. She knew the most important people in this room were the princess and prime minister, but she couldn't bring herself to leave the faunus girl to simply be crushed.
She closed her eyes and sighed, a single thought passing through her head. Save the faunus. The android turned herself and bent, placing her body between Lily's and the crumbling stone above them. She was careful to keep her still immobile arm from impaling the young girl as she maneuvered herself to best protect her from falling rocks. When she felt a suitable amount of Lily's vital organs were protected, she attempted to activate her aura, only for an error to appear in her vision. The conflict of divine and void energy had overloaded her artificial aura generator, causing its safeguard to kick in and shut down before being permanently damaged. She closed her eyes and grimaced, slowly opening them and looking at the unconscious girl she was no protecting, at risk to her own life. She slowly opened her mouth and spoke, the words hoarse and quiet. "Do not worry. I will keep you safe. Death is not your fate today, my friend." With that she once more closed her eyes and braced herself for the inevitable impact of a few tons of falling rock. She may be able to survive it, though she certainly wouldn't leave this building unscathed.
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Post by Ceyla Regenwald on Nov 7, 2016 2:36:50 GMT -6
[googlefont="Playfair+Display"] [attr="class","back"] [attr="class","picback"] [attr="class","queen1"] [attr="class","longlive"]And just this - I will wish
All of your pain and sadness
Fades someday ..
I hope to brush it away
FOR NOW, I’LL SEE YOU OFF
[attr="class","nomistake"]Ceyla was not expecting the immense pain that followed Solomon’s fingers driving into her chest, but her armor - reinforced by her Aura - refused to give any further than the buckling. Her teeth gnashed together as he propelled her backwards, her hand tightly holding Willow - her sword - in a death grip. She would not let go, not now. As her Aura flowed through her body, manifesting as a violet wave, she felt her wounds patch up almost instantly. There was still a numbness, a dull pain like that of a pulled muscle, emanating from her core. This was, surely, something she was going to feel the next morning - assuming she survived what was to come.
She had been pursued after making her exit - first by Chrohn, then by Alburn. The latter of the two was faster, but Ceyla would have to rely on herself to fully free herself from Solomon’s claws. Her Semblance was, by all counts, her ticket out of this predicament. The nigh-blood red droplets that were her eyes locked on the single burning ember lodged in her adversary’s socket, her brow furrowing as she let out an almost ear-piercing scream. The invisible force that was her Semblance - using its Second Void - created a massive sonic blast between the two, the force of which separated Ceyla’s breastplate from the monstrous claws of the One-Eyed Dragon.
Time was of the essence, and a second shockwave propelled Ceyla back towards the Basilica, behind where Alburn and Chrohn had set themselves. She cringed slightly as she reached for her back, undoing the straps of her armor, the steel falling to the ground and seemingly shattering upon impact with the hard surface below. Flourishing Willow, she took a defensive stance and locked her eyes on Solomon, speaking out to Alburn and Chrohn without so much as a blink in her target’s direction. “Chrohn, I appreciate your assistance, but please tend to those inside the Basilica.” She directed the student. Behind them, the chaos of Lily’s Semblance - corrupt by whatever sorcery the mysterious woman had inflicted on her - echoed into the streets.
“Alburn, I need you to be careful as to how we go from here. If he insists on a fight, then we’re going to have to play smart and, unfortunately, maybe even on his terms - for now.” Her grip on Willow tightened. Between them - between her and Solomon - was roughly twenty feet. This put him in range for Gallows’s First and Second Void. She struck a defensive pose, preparing for whatever might come next. Her means of attack were relatively simple - at least for her. It was a tactic she had employed on Alburn the first night the two of them had met on the docks. From her person, a massive pressure wave - drawing from the chaos ensuing behind them all - rippled through the air in an invisible pulse, driving forward with the force of a speeding freight train.
She braced for whatever was to follow, electricity pulsing up the blade of Willow as she prepared to activate Energy Dust within. An ode to Daedalus, her old sword, were some of the original weapons Dust-related abilities. Red, representing fire. Green, representing wind. Yellow, representing energy. An opalescent gem was set in the pommel, it representing the forces of gravity. She had hoped to save Willow for their return to Rift, but desperate times called for desperate measures. The only thing that could make this situation better, the only thing that could ease the intense anxiety Ceyla felt in that moment - as she coughed up light speckles of blood - was the arrival of some form of assistance.
The last thing she wanted was this boy’s blood on her hands.
AP: 355/720
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Post by Solomon Moon on Nov 7, 2016 3:48:12 GMT -6
Ceyla met Sol's murderous gaze, a void leered back at the counselor. There was no anger, there was no rage. There was not even dislike in his glare. There was nothing. As empty as the socket that was formerly it's neighbor, Sol's eye did not shine as much as it projected the pure stuff of dispassion and complete separation. It was not the eye of a man, it was the eye of a thing, a blinking light on the face of an automaton with nothing but a unified purpose behind it. Reason, remorse, and mercy were things that glare could not give. He did not see a person. He saw a target, an enemy, a corpse. The young man howled in wrath and savage intent as a blanket of force slammed into him, his aura flaring to deflect the worst of it, blunting the blow enough to merely leave his ears ringing and his vision blurred as he was launched away from the source. He flew, thrashing through the air, twisting and coiling like a viper as he devoted his entire body to the goal of somehow turning this new development to an advantage. Unfortunately without the rest of his kit, it was all he could do to pick his landing spot. A shriek of afterburners sliced through the air, as Sol threw his fist towards the ground as it spiraled past him. His arm, or the thing that he wore like one, launched itself towards the earth, and Sol's entire body followed along after it. A searing column of flame lanced through the air where he would have been if he didn't adjust his course, and as Sol slammed down for a landing that was not even in his top ten roughest touchdowns his face snapped up to face the collection of his foes. Three figures stood on the steps. A utterly unremarkable blonde, some schmuck with a bad haircut and an idiotic scar, and Ceyla, a filthy traitor. Sol didn't know who had thrown the fire at him. Now he was angry, and he expressed that anger with a glare that seemed as if it should have left all three interlopers bleeding on the ground. If only he had the kinds of gifts that they squandered. " YOU WHORE!" He bellowed at Ceyla as he surged to his feet and threw the handful of breastplate that his fingers had sheared off, ( AS THAT IS LITERALLY THE ONLY WAY HE COULD HAVE BEEN FORCED TO LET GO), at the steps between them, " MY LOYALTY MIGHT HAVE A PRICETAG, BUT AT LEAST I AM LOYAL YOU FILTHY CUNT!" Then his gaze swivelled to find the other two and he drew in a breath that sounded far too much like a hissing rattlesnake. He could not believe that they had come to the aid of a revealed traitor, and former terrorist, instead of him. Any of the plentiful reasons why Ceyla might seem like a better choice were utterly beyond him in his fury. " YOU FOOLS! LOOK AT WHO YOU PROTECT! WHITE FANG! A TERRORIST AND HONOR-LESS MONGREL. SHE HELPED START THIS FUCKING WAR YOU IMBECILES!" His rage over took him as he jabbed hatefully at the pair of accomplices, " SHE ATTENDS PENDRAGON'S FUNERAL WHEN SHE IS JUST AS RESPONSIBLE FOR HER DEATH AS BARNETT AND AETHULWULF! ARE YOU REALLY THAT BLIND? SHES USING ALL OF YOU TO ADVANCE HER OWN AGENDA AND CALLING IT JUSTICE!" Finally his eye turned back to Ceyla, so wide and red that it looked like a gilded ruby blazing in his skull. " CEYLA REGENWALD! I CHARGE YOU WITH TERRORISM AND TREASON! MARK MY WORDS THAT I WILL WATCH YOU HANG!" tag(s): ━ words: 000 ━ notes:Color Code d0b000 made by ira of stf and ww |
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Post by chrohn on Nov 7, 2016 8:54:57 GMT -6
He was about to leave at his protectee's request when the true traitor in Chrohn's eyes started speaking up. A whore, really? That is so rude and uncalled for, Chrohn thought. The words that were not about Ceyla being a whore rung true in Chrohn's heart; yes, she was apart of the team that helped lay claim to Rift, and maybe to some extent, she was using him. That did not mean the use was one-sided. Regardless of if he was being used or not, Chrohn was going to use her and try his best to keep her alive to get as much just war, with as few casualties as possible out of it.
Then Chrohn took some time to return a few words to Solomon," Ya know, she might just be that, a traitor to your cause, but to ours, the people who were unjustly wronged, this is a chance to take back what is ours. Despite how you, who has helped the thieves steal, believe your actions were just, even though they simply resulted in innocents dying over a madman's desire for power. Also....really, name calling? What are you, five?" Chrohn shook his head and sighed.
Following this, the utterly unremarkable blonde, who was actually quite remarkable in his own right, turned back towards the Basilica but stopped by Ceyla as he started to head back in. It was a whisper," I hate you with every fiber of my being for your past actions, so make sure you live on so you can hold onto your promises and redeem yourself in the eyes of the nation you seek to liberate," followed by a quick pat on the back. It was brief, but at that moment of contact, his hand briefly adopted a nebulous haze around it, that was full of relief, sending a rejuvenating surge of energy through Ceyla.
Then he entered the ruined basilica. It was mostly vacated by now, some people fleeing in terror or due to some injury that resulted from the ceiling, but what he saw was the late Aisio's maid holding down a fallen Lily. This triggered a though in Chrohn's head, did I do the right thing?
Aura 97/130 (fudged up Aura max last time, sorry)
-7 Mending(surged with a larger amount of aura than usual)
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Nov 7, 2016 21:43:56 GMT -6
 The Aesir clansmen watched the conflict erupt into chaos. Most, young but mighty warriors began to have their spirits waver due to the level of the conflict. However the rest, wizened men and woman who had battled in campaigns against country and Grimm stood their in silence with hands on their hilts. Their iron gray or azure blue aura's faintly emitting around them. The leader of these forces stood inside looking to Amber's limp body. Ferr's eyes's glowed with a supernatural light as his iris took in the whole form of the woman. The Princess had rushed in with such anger due to an insult dealt onto him. Was it irritation from the woman that caused Amber to attack. Or was she upset about the what the stranger said? Thoughts rushed through Ferr's mind as he looked to the chaos which was swelling inside. Lily, the girl who Amber had befriended ran wild inside the building. And as a result of it, caused the Basilica to start crumbling around them. Taking a step toward's Amber, Ferr sought to take the woman into his arms. They had to leave now. As he rushed over to her, Ferr was intercepted by another. The young huntress who had spoken before, Aegle. Though he was against it, Ferr allowed her to be taken away by the Huntress in training. "Get her to a hospital!" He demanded before he looked inward. His anger was slowly starting to build up. This blasphemous amount of disrespect had fallen not only on the now died clan, it's final member, the attendees, or Amber. No. The dark harbingers also came to this place to spit in the face of Ferr. The insult Darcy wrongfully dished out began to burn hotter into Ferr's mind. In fact it was the general chaos surrounding him that was the base fuel for the anger now building inside. In addition his anger management was not the greatest to begin with. So as Ferr fought to control himself, Titania leaned over to watch the fight escalating outside in the open. "Well this is getting us no where slowly." She muttered before walking over towards her son. She lowered her head so her mouth was propped next to his ear. "Will you stand here as this all unfolds? Like a little dog? Or are you going to unleash that Aesir blood you like to hold back. Sir Odin. Knightly Gentleman that allows women to fall in pain for him. And others desecrate the memories of others?" Ferr snarled at the words of his mother. This was just like her; to take the man's weaknesses and throw them in his face. To mock his behavior. His refined approach to battle and life. With all his might he wished to punch her in the face and silence her. Opposite to that he understood her and what she meant. It was time for him to take action. Even if it was un-welcome like the curses Solomon spat out towards Ceyla in that moment. It was a mighty roar the man bellowed and with it a hefty accusation and price. With all that had been going on within the past half-hour, Ferr wouldn't be surprised if it were all true. The mere notion that it could be true tried his trust in the Prime Minister. After this, Ferr would need to have words with Ceyla. For now, Ferr dashed towards the door and passed Chrone on the way out. He looked to the blonde boy for but a minute as he took Gungnir into both hands. The warrior shifted his hand downward to pull the weapon's pommel before passing his aura into the weapon. This fusion of area and weapon caused several miniature mechanisms to activate within the blade. Hinges and shafts unfolded and detached as the sword converted into a spear of seven feet in length. Once he was behind Ceyla and Alburn, Ferr placed his hands on their shoulders. "I got a debt with him as well. We will end this now."MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Aegle Vitus on Nov 8, 2016 16:17:15 GMT -6
What had happened? One second Aegle had been attending the funeral for a woman she hadn't really known, and the next she was facing off against one of the rudest people she'd ever met, stood beside the murderer responsible for the very funeral she was attending. It had been a strange day. When an account of the days events was eventually constructed from the accounts and testimony of those present, one overarching impression would be that 'it had all happened so fast'. Indeed, the precise combination of events which had truly kicked things off had happened so close to one another as to have occurred nearly simultaneously. Aegle was one of only a few whom, in the days to come, would not allude to how quickly things had happened. There was no room in her story for indecision or surprise for, while the majority of basilica had primed itself for combat, it was only the orange haired pugilist who did even try to think about the situation before responding to it. Indeed, such frenetic and chaotic circumstances were the sort for which Aegle's 'act first, think only when forced to' mentality was most singularly suited. While other people wasted precious milliseconds on frivolous questions, such as 'how' and 'why', Aegle had already decided upon a counter attack. It meant that it wasn't until the excitement had died down, and a true retrospective of the days events could be made, that Aegle understood the full scope of what had occurred that day. Even after everything was explained to her in the difficult hours and days to come, she would never entirely understand the events that had transpired around her. Yet comprehension had never landed high on Aegle's list of priorities, and it was not inaccurate to say that she did everything she could have to deal with the situation at it's chaotic climax.
What follows is an excerpt of Aegle's experience, an account which she would convey, with mixed results, to the authorities who responded to the tragedy in the basilica. It is an account loaded with misimpressions and mistakes, some small and some gaping inconsistencies, experienced by a girl who is not known for her perceptive powers, expressed clumsily and in words inadequate to capture the full scope of what transpired.
"The world is throbbing, like the sound a train makes when it passes right overhead. S'like a ringing in my ears that I can feel in my bones, ya know?Something tells me to move and I do, right as the girl, the one with Lily, charges her, the lady with the veil. I don't see what happens, she's too quick, but next thing the girl is on the ground and Lily is screaming.
I run at them; I'm not a very good runner, too clumsy. But before I get to them, before I can stop her, everything around the door explodes. Like... Boom! and then there's pieces of wood and smoke and ashes all over the place... Guess I fell down, cause I pick myself up and try to find her, the lady in the veil. She hurt Lily and I wanna hurt her back. There's screamin' from all around me and I can't find her, like she just vanished. Everyone's screamin' and runnin' around me and I hear someone shout somethin' about the ceiling coming down. I don't look up, but I wanna, and I just move, and somethin' heavy smacks down right behind me, so close I feel it in my feet.
Everythin's all dusty and smoky and its really hard to breathe, but not cause of the smoke. S'like there's somethin' else in the air, makin' it heavy and hot. I can't see Lily anywhere, and everyone is runnin' for the door; I guess cause the church is fallin' down. I think I gotta get out too, before I get crushed, and start makin' for the door. But s'like I'm runnin' in a dream; I can't make my legs move properly. Everyone's runnin' past me and they're all screamin', leavin' me behind. I dunno. I guess I started to get angry, but I dunno what I was so angry at. I forgot about the lady in the veil, that I wanted to find her, ya know? I just wanna get out. Everythin's a mess. There's shattered wood and huge hunks of stone everywhere, like a bomb's gone off. I can see people in the rubble, and they look hurt; Some of 'em ain't movin'. I'm gettin' angrier, and it ain't so hard to breath no more, and my legs ain't feelin' so weak. I stop trying to get to the doors and head for the people buried in the rubble. I'm gonna get 'em out.
Then... I dunno... I guess I hear somethin', can't remember what... It's so hard to hear anythin' over the screaming and the cracking and the ringing. I look down and there's this bench there, but it's been shattered and blown apart, and I see somethin' under it. I try to pick it up, and I see my hands... Anyway, I try to ignore them and sorta just shove the wood out of the way. And there she is, the girl Lily was with. S'kinda hard to think, and I wonder why Lily ain't with her. She looks hurt but she's still movin' a little, so I try to pick her up. There's blood everywhere and I'm not sure if its mine or hers, but I ain't gonna leave her. I ask her where Lily as and pick her up and start carryin' her towards the door, but I don't hear her answer. S'too much ringing and screaming and cracking to hear anythin' else.
The door's been blown apart and it's just an open hole to the outside, and everyone is running through it. S'gettin' hard to breathe again, even when I get out of the smoke, and its hard to see on the outside. Everythin's blurry and washed out. Everythin' hurts, but I guess I ain't been payin' that much attention to it. There's more screamin', but there's shoutin' too. Some people are fightin' outside, and I wanna go help, but then I remember I'm carryin' her. She don't look so good, and I don't want her to get hurt and I know I gotta get her away from the fightin'. So I carry her down the steps. Everythin's strange and blurry and cold, and its like the stairs are movin' under me, but I get her outside and I can see lights flashin' in the street. I dunno what they are, but figure they will help her and keep her safe while I go back for Lily.
S'hard to walk... I wonder if one of my boots has come off. There people at the bottom of the stairs, they tell me help is coming. That's good, I think, cause Lily's friend needs help really bad. She ain't lookin' so good, ya know? I tell 'em that and show her to them, but they just look at me all strange like. I dunno...
So I give her to one of them. He's not expectin' it, but he's strong enough to hold her up, and I tell him he better take good care of her cause Lily will be cross if she gets hurt. He just looks at me weird and doesn't say anything. Maybe he doesn't like blood, I dunno...
It all gets sorta blurry after that. I head back up the stairs, s'a little easier without carryin' her, cause I'm gonna go find Lily and get her out too. S'not as many people running out as there were, and I stick clear of the fightin' as best I can. I don't wanna get involved till I know where Lily is. Still hard to breathe, gettin' hard to walk, but not so hard that I can't do it. I get back to the church and some of the roof has fallen in. It don't look good. Seein' all that rubble gives me a bad feelin', like I shouldn't go in, but I go in anyway. There's more hurt people near the door, some of 'em aren't movin' at all, but I can't see Lily. So I help them instead... S'hard to move things without usin' my hands, but I dig out this one guy who looks like a column fell on him. I carry him outside, but it's gettin' so hard to walk that I don't try to take him down the stairs. More crashing comes from inside the church, like more stuff is fallin' out of the ceiling, so I leave him on the ground and go back to help someone else.
Next is a lady crawling for the door. She doesn't have anything on her, but there's a big piece of wood stickin' out of her, bigger than any of the ones in my legs. I help her get out, and tell her to look after the guy I dug up. I go back for anything lady I saw under some wood when I was helpin' out the last one. More of the roof has fallen in, and there's a lot of rumbling and cracking coming from all over. I dig out the second lady right as a big hunk of stone crashes down, so close I can touch it. She doesn't notice...
I get her out too, and it sorta seems like the fights done, but I can't tell cause its gotten so hard to see anythin' far away. Too much dust and smoke and fog. The ringing's gotten worse too, can't even hear the stone falling anymore. There's a poundin' in my ears too, like someone's hammerin' a nail into my brain. I think I pull someone else out but its hard to tell. Everything's gotten so fuzzy and cold and my chest is startin' to really hurt and I can feel my hearbeat everywhere. I go back to help someone else, but the ground is movin' like water. There's hands on my shoulder, dronin' in my ears and... Then just black. Next thing I know, I'm sittin' up in my bed in the hospital..."
Though Aegle's efforts in saving the Heiress of Rift were quickly corroborated by the emergency-responder whom she handed Amber off to, what transpired after she ascended the basilica steps afterwards is up to debate. Her claims to have helped an injured woman escape as well were also corroborated, but her claims to have aided three or four other unconscious attendees were met with justifiable skepticism. Given the scope and severity of her injuries, even her claim that she dug Amber out from under an obliterated pew has been the subject of some close scrutiny. Aegle was found when security and paramedical personnel finally mounted the steps leading up to the basilica, and discovered her, badly injured and unconscious beneath another attendee, who was unfortunately deceased. Whether the man had succumbed to his injuries, which had been extensive, while trying to carry Aegle free of the crumbling basilica, or vice versa, was indeterminate. She was transported to Legion medical shortly there after, where her injuries, including numerous deep penetrations of flying debris, broken bones and extensive contusions throughout her body, were treated and her account of the days tragic events were subsequently recorded.
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