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[Closed] I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night...
WHO: Penelope Raban, the esper Mateus, and an (un)fortunate few.
WHERE: The streets of Recolle, Recolle Woods, and Kumou Shrine
WHEN: January 12th to January 15th
WHAT: Penelope has regained the demonic summon Mateus that she cannot control without a fight. Mateus flees, seeking to gather support for the inevitable conflict between them and to hurt the people close to Penelope.
WARNINGS: Violence against people and animals, blood, possible gore, potential mentions of ritualistic sacrifices. Other warnings may be added, so please assume this log will involve any number of unpleasant things.
In the early evening outside of Wiffle Waffle, something stirred, and bystanders reported that it seemed just a touch more chillier than normal. Shouts were heard, the resonant crash of steel against steel, and a deep, rasping laugh but few people got a clear picture of what was going on. It wasn't anything to worry about, probably, even if a young woman was spotted limping to her car and driving off like a maniac. Just someone who fell, probably.
Others may have noticed an enormous shape slinking off into the shadows too, but that was just a guy carrying an old Christmas tree. Probably.
I. January 12 to January 14, Streets of Recolle.
In the immediate aftermath of the incident, nothing happened. The creature expected that it would very likely be met with immediate pursuit, but when it wasn't that gave it time to think. Slulking from alley to alley, Mateus considered it's surroundings in bewilderment, maddened by its failed attempt at freedom. It knew only what its summoner did, and the deluge of information took time to process.
Traveling outside the city was simple enough, and surrounded by the cold of Recolle Woods it found a place to build into a stronghold. A shrine with a certain kind of energy to it worked quite nicely, giving it an opportunity to call forth minions.
It needed more support though, and it needed it badly if it wanted it's freedom. Fortunately, this new place seemed a likely place to find the gullible and foolish, those with more ambition or desire than caution. People with darkness in their hearts, the wicked or the misguided. These were people it could use.
The darkness helped, masking its movements and making it easier to study potential allies. Moving with an unnaturally graceful gait for its ungainly form, the esper followed at a distance...weighing and measuring, trying to get a feel for who to approach. When it does, it calls out first in a voice as cold as a glacier, and as dry as a desert. Just a greeting, always delivered from a particularly dense patch of shadows, concealing itself at first.
"Why...hello there," it rasps, "...I was wondering if perhaps we could speak..."
II. January 13 to January 14, Streets of Recolle.
When dawn came, Mateus had come to several conclusions, and chief among them was that it would need to attract its summoner's attention somehow. To draw her in, to keep her off balance, and get her to come in upset. Easier prey, that way, and what better way to draw in a self righteous mortal than to play on her sense of loyalty. Discovering who she held dear was simple enough, they reeked with the girl's scent, and those become its first targets. Others as well, those not allied with the girl, but those who might carry word of the attack back to her.
Skulking, stalking, moving from shadow to shadow, Mateus observes and waits. The attack comes on suddenly, a streaking blur of cold rippling out of a shadow, a demonic form rising up from a snow drift or out of the mouth of an alley. The esper shrieks something unintelligible in a gutteral tongue, and then...
"Where is Penelope?!" before attacking with an arm, its trident, or a spell. Defend yourself, run, or perish!
III. January 14, Recolle Woods/Kumou Shrine.
As the third day arrived, Mateus had decided that staying within the bounds of the city was less than wise. It could not continue these forays into a confusing tangle of concrete and lights, and if it attacked many more people it might draw the eyes of a mortal militia. So into the forest it goes, waiting to see if its labors to attract Penelope are successful.
While out in the forest, though, it hardly remains idle. Humans that visit the Kumou shrine or who are out in the woods are both potential targets or potentially approached if they have a suitable amount of darkness in their hearts. A rustle of leaves, the tinkling of ice crystals, and a sudden deepening of shadow are all that announce its presence.
Individuals it seeks to bargain with will be greeted with a simple "Greetings..." while those it intends to attack will hear only a battlecry before being struck with a shock of freezing cold...
IV. Contact Pen.
If your character wants to contact Penelope after a thread about being attacked, this is the place to do it. Post deal threads involving action with Pen I will reply to in the original thread.
V Any Day, Wild Card.
If there is a specific scenario you'd like to play, or a different set up to being approached or attacked, then feel free to write your own prompt and I will respond with Mateus accordingly. If you want to do a group thread, as some of you guys have mentioned, just leave me a note of who is participating in the subject line as well!
I'm perfectly fine with whatever you want to do, but if you feel the need to get in touch with me OR just have any general questions, please hit me on Plurk.![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
intercession. Reference art linked above courtesy OperatingThetan.
WHERE: The streets of Recolle, Recolle Woods, and Kumou Shrine
WHEN: January 12th to January 15th
WHAT: Penelope has regained the demonic summon Mateus that she cannot control without a fight. Mateus flees, seeking to gather support for the inevitable conflict between them and to hurt the people close to Penelope.
WARNINGS: Violence against people and animals, blood, possible gore, potential mentions of ritualistic sacrifices. Other warnings may be added, so please assume this log will involve any number of unpleasant things.
In the early evening outside of Wiffle Waffle, something stirred, and bystanders reported that it seemed just a touch more chillier than normal. Shouts were heard, the resonant crash of steel against steel, and a deep, rasping laugh but few people got a clear picture of what was going on. It wasn't anything to worry about, probably, even if a young woman was spotted limping to her car and driving off like a maniac. Just someone who fell, probably.
Others may have noticed an enormous shape slinking off into the shadows too, but that was just a guy carrying an old Christmas tree. Probably.
I. January 12 to January 14, Streets of Recolle.
In the immediate aftermath of the incident, nothing happened. The creature expected that it would very likely be met with immediate pursuit, but when it wasn't that gave it time to think. Slulking from alley to alley, Mateus considered it's surroundings in bewilderment, maddened by its failed attempt at freedom. It knew only what its summoner did, and the deluge of information took time to process.
Traveling outside the city was simple enough, and surrounded by the cold of Recolle Woods it found a place to build into a stronghold. A shrine with a certain kind of energy to it worked quite nicely, giving it an opportunity to call forth minions.
It needed more support though, and it needed it badly if it wanted it's freedom. Fortunately, this new place seemed a likely place to find the gullible and foolish, those with more ambition or desire than caution. People with darkness in their hearts, the wicked or the misguided. These were people it could use.
The darkness helped, masking its movements and making it easier to study potential allies. Moving with an unnaturally graceful gait for its ungainly form, the esper followed at a distance...weighing and measuring, trying to get a feel for who to approach. When it does, it calls out first in a voice as cold as a glacier, and as dry as a desert. Just a greeting, always delivered from a particularly dense patch of shadows, concealing itself at first.
"Why...hello there," it rasps, "...I was wondering if perhaps we could speak..."
II. January 13 to January 14, Streets of Recolle.
When dawn came, Mateus had come to several conclusions, and chief among them was that it would need to attract its summoner's attention somehow. To draw her in, to keep her off balance, and get her to come in upset. Easier prey, that way, and what better way to draw in a self righteous mortal than to play on her sense of loyalty. Discovering who she held dear was simple enough, they reeked with the girl's scent, and those become its first targets. Others as well, those not allied with the girl, but those who might carry word of the attack back to her.
Skulking, stalking, moving from shadow to shadow, Mateus observes and waits. The attack comes on suddenly, a streaking blur of cold rippling out of a shadow, a demonic form rising up from a snow drift or out of the mouth of an alley. The esper shrieks something unintelligible in a gutteral tongue, and then...
"Where is Penelope?!" before attacking with an arm, its trident, or a spell. Defend yourself, run, or perish!
III. January 14, Recolle Woods/Kumou Shrine.
As the third day arrived, Mateus had decided that staying within the bounds of the city was less than wise. It could not continue these forays into a confusing tangle of concrete and lights, and if it attacked many more people it might draw the eyes of a mortal militia. So into the forest it goes, waiting to see if its labors to attract Penelope are successful.
While out in the forest, though, it hardly remains idle. Humans that visit the Kumou shrine or who are out in the woods are both potential targets or potentially approached if they have a suitable amount of darkness in their hearts. A rustle of leaves, the tinkling of ice crystals, and a sudden deepening of shadow are all that announce its presence.
Individuals it seeks to bargain with will be greeted with a simple "Greetings..." while those it intends to attack will hear only a battlecry before being struck with a shock of freezing cold...
IV. Contact Pen.
If your character wants to contact Penelope after a thread about being attacked, this is the place to do it. Post deal threads involving action with Pen I will reply to in the original thread.
V Any Day, Wild Card.
If there is a specific scenario you'd like to play, or a different set up to being approached or attacked, then feel free to write your own prompt and I will respond with Mateus accordingly. If you want to do a group thread, as some of you guys have mentioned, just leave me a note of who is participating in the subject line as well!
I'm perfectly fine with whatever you want to do, but if you feel the need to get in touch with me OR just have any general questions, please hit me on Plurk.
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Stepping through carefully, Pen completes the little summoning rite she'd been holding on to for the trip up, and Tons appears at her feet, shuffling in the snow. She doesn't go far into the little service breezeway yet.
"Okay. Maybe we can sneak up on it despite that," she whispers. "It can't hide too many places, here. Gotta be in the main yard."
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"We could do a pincer attack," she suggests. "Two teams on each side of the main shrine, and then we rush it in the yard at the same time."
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Or maybe its minions, or others it's recruited. That couldn't be discounted. Other humans would be just as blind as them out here, but the little bits of light the trio gave off would make them stand out like a target.
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Pen sounds relatively emphatic, but that is definitely an order. She had considered that, but that seemed like a good way for them to be ambushed and cut off. And that was not what they were here to deal with today.
"We don't know enough about it to risk splitting up. I say we just go right to where we think it is. There's a kind of audacity to it that I don't think it will expect."
Which is just a hunch.
"But if you have other ideas," she says as she creeps towards the opening in the main yard, "I am happy to listen."
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"Well. I guess we're doing this the direct way," Pen says before stepping out of the shadows.
Mateus lets out an unearthly shriek, and the fight begins. It slams its trident into the ground, and the ice azers rush forward, chittering masses of razor sharp eyes heading for the gang!
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In the cover behind Cerberus, Minako summons Alice. The little blonde girl skips out and does a little twirl to try and lower the defense of all the visible enemies before her.
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"Hey, Sunshine, been lookin' for you!" She shouts at it, her words unknowingly carrying an odd, magical weight, pressing on the Esper's senses demandingly. "You gonna come say hello, or are you gonna keep hiding behind the small fry?"
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Mateus itself looks down at Freya, setting its own polearm in an offensive stance.
"I have every intention of fighting you all, and killing each of you," it says coldly, "and for your boldness, you shall be first."
The spear wielding monster surges forward with entirely too much speed for its size, attempting a series of jabs and thrusts.
Pen, responding first to the immediate threat, calls out Gilgamesh and sends the giant man hurtling forward into the midst of the Azers, forming a wall of blades between them and the two more magically inclined fighters. Swordblows rain down, slashing and stabbing wildly, forcing the minions back.
"Minako...I think we should try something besides fire. What else can you do?"
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Minako throws them a glimpse before nodding as she pulls out her Evoker, grip tight on it.
"Magic arrows and lightning. Or a really, really big explosion. As in, extreme property damage inducing explosion."
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She grits her teeth and raising her weapon in a guard, that faithful blue shield spreading around her; Combined with Pen's shield, it softened the blows considerably, but Freya could still feel the weight of those swings behind the buffer. After the third stab, Freya dismisses her shield, digging her feet in and manages to catch the trident between the two main prongs with her own weapon. With a tilt of the spear, she slides the trident aside, stepping passed Mateus' reach and slashing at its hand and... back? Branches? Freya didn't know what that was, but it looked thinner and more vulnerable than the rest of it.
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The Azers start swarming around Gilgamesh, but the giant spirit laughs, batting one aside and cleaving it in half mid-flight. The others begin trying to skitter towards Koromaru, figuring he'll be an easier target.
"Go for lightning. I'll follow up with the same," Pen says with a nod, already preparing a Thundara to fling at the monsters aiming for the pup.
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As for the rest, Minako sets her Evoker to her temple to set Kartikeya on them. The peacock riding warrior rises up above them, the air crackling ominously with each flap of the bird's wings. Minako shouts, light flashes, and then a booming Maziodyne strikes the earth, snapping lightning upon all of the enemies and immediately one-hit killing three of the Azers.
Aha. She gives Pen a fierce smile and grips her spear.
"Don't worry about hitting me, I block lightning right now," is all she says before she darts into the fray to attack the closest stunned Azer. She's done dealing with these minions already, they need to help Freya take out Mateus.
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The cold hurt. It was the sort that seeped right through clothes and flesh straight into the bones. Her right shoulder pulsed, Bahamut reaching out in response to her pain, but she didn't accept his offer. Bahamut was the only one of them that could heal; if Freya wasted his power too soon, she could end up watching another friend die.
Instead, with a cry (and no small effort), she fought the newly-formed ice, leaning in a steep arc at Mateus, spear first. "Getting nervous?" Freya taunts on her descent.
She couldn't let Mateus stall. The longer this went on, the longer the cold ate at them. They'd lose in a prolonged fight.
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On the other side of the crumbling wall of Azers, those that remain seem to buzz with fright as the lightning sizzles in the air. Pen is not far behind Minako, waiting for her signal, both hands rising up and coming crashing down, bringing with them a torrent of electricity. A rumbling flash slashes across the sky and bolts of lightning from the Thundara spell slam into the Azers, destroying the remaining two.
"Alright. Now on to helping Freya," Pen barks, gesturing to Gilgamesh. The Yahri surges forward to back up the other front line fighter, all six swords leveled at Mateus.
"You! Warrior Woman! Strike with me! Go for the heart!"
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That was probably a bad sign.
Still, exultation fills Freya despite the pain of the blow and the cold, and she breaks into a grin. This was the big bad demon? This thing, that panicked from one little stab? Freya darts forward again as soon as her feet find traction, Minako's supportive magic aiding her stiff limbs. Freya lets out an excited whoop as she flanks with Gil, leading with a whirling, top-down slash at the body of the demon.
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Pen gives Minako a quick look, flexing her fingertips. Its becoming obvious that Mateus isn't going anywhere fast. Not with Gil and Freya there to harry it and hold its mobility down, a bit like a boar dealing with a pack of wild dogs. It has a size and strength advantage over any of them, but there's no way it can deal with so many.
"Minako, want to see if Mateus likes electricity more than its friends?"
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Minako flicks her gaze between Pen and the fight, brow furrowed. Freya needs help keeping those ice attacks off of her if she wants to get closer...but first.
"Yes. Let's go."
As she speaks, Kartikeya's peacock swoops down, the warrior reaching out a hand to his summoner. Minako flings her spear to him, and he snatches it up mid-air, making a tight circle around the two women.
"Maziodyne!"
Lightning crashes down twice on Mateus, not leaving a trace near Freya, and Kartikeya takes the chance to stab at the demon as he flies past.
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Kartikeya's stab and a ferocious strike from Gilgamesh tear into its body, pinned where its at.
Snarling wordlessly, it raises one appendage and a sigil appears behind it. Glowing blue with a dozen swirling rings around it, the sigil begins to come apart in a rapidly cast spell. The air temperature in the shrine drops. And drops. And drops. Frost begins to form on anything and everything, the very wood of the walls beginning to creak and pop, gaps forming in it.
Chunks of ice cold enough to freeze blood, and to seize up motor function are directed solely in a cone in front of it. At Gilgamesh and Penelope. The others will feel it, certainly, but it has an aim, and if it can accomplish this, then it will have what it wants.
"It is getting too cold! Finish this now!" Gilgamesh bellows, trying hard to put his bulk between Pen and the spear wielding demon. One sword rises, and Pen holds out a trembling hand, lobbing a bolt of lightning into the sword, and down it crashes.
"Finish it off, hit it with everything you have!"
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A little more. Just a little more; this thing wasn't half as tough as it made itself out to be. She just had to disrupt it before she could back off for a moment.
Freya lumbered forward with all the speed she had left, fighting her shivering limbs, and slashed at the teetering demon with a defiant cry.
And was a little startled when the creature launched backward impossibly, even by standards of Freya's superhuman strength. Almost like from one of Pen's silly shooting games, when one of the characters was hit with an explosion.
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With the cold not hampering her at all, Minako swings herself onto Kartikeya's peacock and they immediately take off to follow, more lightning arcing through the air and crashing down to the ground at Minako's call.
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It tries to rise again, shouting defiance, but something inside it gives way, and it buckles. Dropping to the ground in a near boneless heap, the monster begins to fade from sight, crumbling into snow. From the pile of rapidly dispersing ice, a crystal floats into the air, etched with a glyph. The crystal spins, shakes, and then flies towards Penelope, crashing into her chest and bowling her over. And then it's simply gone, leaving the girl in the snow, breathing heavily, pressing a hand over where she'd been struck.
"...Hell...I think that worked..."
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