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@ERode
The bodies of guards were sent flying from the sheer force of dark magic - and whether from shadow conjuration or true Umbralism, it mattered little to those affected. As the tower's guardians tumbled across the stands and some few students remaining scrambled to run and flee, semantics no longer mattered, as to them, a full Umbralist devout had revealed themselves this day. This would indeed provide the opening for Ciara's escape, even as a stray bullet struck her, and even as more guards awaiting her outside quickly fell victim to unknown carnage. The sound of cracking bones outside could be likened to the echoing snaps of a campfire growing in intensity, though the screams sounded as if hell itself was the eastern hallway just outside the arena.
On the part of the Undermage still within the arena square, a quick muttering of "Ul'al'Astramis," echoed out from under her breath as she raised her wand outward toward the encroaching dark. The tome she was holding began to flip rapidly through pages as a storm of wind emerged both around her and in front of her, until a half-sphere of solid essence in the form of wind, facing towards the shadows, formed. It guarded against the onslaught and held firm to protect both herself and Otis, the shadows that came in contact writhing away and dissipating as if in fear. After a few seconds of this, and once the assault had ended, the wind dispersed. Nicole looked over to see Iraleth already pursuing despite her current state, and with a click of the tongue, muttered, "That one is going to meet with an early grave."
Upon turning to Otis and hearing his words, she would ponder on this a moment while flipping through her tome with her left hand and holstering her wand with her right. "Very well," she would blurt out without much hesitation. "I will take on the blame for this should anything arise from granting such privileges to a student. At the moment, what matters most is the capturing of the Umbralist filth that ravages the innocent even as we stand here. Decisive action is required."
Nicole's Adapa was summoned forth, and Otis would receive a mental ping requesting to share Iris Record security privileges for a period of one hour from the time of acceptance. "I will rely on you to carry out the actions of which you have detailed, they are indeed possible with these privileges. In the meantime, I will give chase while communicating with the security team and... informing the warden." She spoke her last words with a measure of hesitance, but nevertheless, began to run out of the arena and towards the northern exit that would eventually lead to the first floor's halls.
@AThousandCurses
The guard gave a half-smirk towards Chunji, nodding his head. "I get paid to protect this place, but you're right, eh? They're training you to defend the whole damn nation and beyond, so far be it from me to deny anything like that. I guess if I catch heat for this later, I do, but just stick by me, boy - you won't get hurt if you let me block the strays. The way Umbralists fight and what's required to eventually take the strong ones down, lemme just say... lots of collateral damage."
As he finished saying this, the sounds of screams would ring out, echoing like a sickening choir up and down the halls of the tower. Upon Chunji activating his Ethos, he would be able to see the layout of the first floor - and more importantly, he would see Ciara beyond many walls and hallways to the northeast of his current position. The fastest way at this point would certainly be to cut through the arena via its southern entrance to the stands, and out the eastern exit at the top of the stands that Ciara had most likely taken to flee the arena grounds. As this happened, guards would be barreling out the southern entrance directly in front of Chunji, guns drawn and with fear in their eyes as they took cover in the halls. A few withdrew health potions and downed them, while others prayed to Astra, and others still summoned their leylights and began reading over something intently.
The guard, for his part, would also read his leylight and turn to Chunji, shrugging. "Current orders say to stay away from the Umbralist while others in authority tend to the problem. That most likely means either faculty, Raja, or the warden and his team. In any of those cases, that means your classmate is probably toast. Sorry, boy."
Scratching the back of his head, the guard awkwardly looks away, before side-eyeing Chunji with a dimpled cheek. "We also don't exactly have any right to pursue at the moment, so unless we feel like breaking some rules, the best thing we can do is hunker down."
Despite this, a vein brought on by anger was clear on the man's face, his body seemingly shivering in frustration and anticipation. His words were an attempt at a responsible adult, but his visage was that of boyhood trauma bleeding through in the form of vengeful thoughts. He was certainly old enough to have been, perhaps, a powerless teenager back during the days of the Five Year Apocalypse.
@Sifr@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark
The halls were crimson, the screams guttural yet cut short in the heat of the moment; each nevertheless contributing to the roaring symphony of torment that the Iris Record's first floor had quickly become. As Ciara made her way down the hall, she would eventually teleport to an intersection upon which she would notice a familiar face, and that face would undoubtedly recognize her as well. Ciara would see Hildegunde in front of her, and were Hildegunde to be keeping a look out, she would see Ciara as well. This would likely be easier due to the screams farther back in the direction Ciara had emerged from, though it would depend purely on the two at that moment what they would do.
At the same time, the sounds of rumbling from the direction Ciara came from would intensify and grow louder, until eventually it was obvious that it was the sound of... walls breaking, perhaps? The originator of those noises would soon arrive on the scene as well, if it were a person at all.
And from the other part of the intersection not occupied by Hildegunde, a figure would stand there, staring at the shadow mage. It was Ozhiah, his sunken eyes observing her with a measure of judgment, taking in her state. "Lord Leuvalt declared it folly to turn back and see what the mobilization of security was for, but I for my part could not ignore it. Bearing witness to your current state here, now..."
He would crouch into a low stance, one arm extended behind him and the other towards Ciara, both palms facing upward. A faint wind blew around him, watching and waiting. "If you give yourself up now, you will not feel pain when the hammer of order is brought upon you. Of this, I can be certain."
All this, and Ciara could hear a chuckling in her mind. It was from the low-yet-high voice, the shadow that separated itself from the rest. "It appears the curtain call may soon arrive on this performance of yours. What will you do, I wonder? A mark has certainly been made, and scars thought mended have reopened for many tonight. Is this Ciara Ventura? Will this be her last dance, bleeding and limping like a cornered animal, prancing like a court jester soon to knowingly reach the king's guillotine?"
IRIS RECORD, ARENA
The bodies of guards were sent flying from the sheer force of dark magic - and whether from shadow conjuration or true Umbralism, it mattered little to those affected. As the tower's guardians tumbled across the stands and some few students remaining scrambled to run and flee, semantics no longer mattered, as to them, a full Umbralist devout had revealed themselves this day. This would indeed provide the opening for Ciara's escape, even as a stray bullet struck her, and even as more guards awaiting her outside quickly fell victim to unknown carnage. The sound of cracking bones outside could be likened to the echoing snaps of a campfire growing in intensity, though the screams sounded as if hell itself was the eastern hallway just outside the arena.
On the part of the Undermage still within the arena square, a quick muttering of "Ul'al'Astramis," echoed out from under her breath as she raised her wand outward toward the encroaching dark. The tome she was holding began to flip rapidly through pages as a storm of wind emerged both around her and in front of her, until a half-sphere of solid essence in the form of wind, facing towards the shadows, formed. It guarded against the onslaught and held firm to protect both herself and Otis, the shadows that came in contact writhing away and dissipating as if in fear. After a few seconds of this, and once the assault had ended, the wind dispersed. Nicole looked over to see Iraleth already pursuing despite her current state, and with a click of the tongue, muttered, "That one is going to meet with an early grave."
Upon turning to Otis and hearing his words, she would ponder on this a moment while flipping through her tome with her left hand and holstering her wand with her right. "Very well," she would blurt out without much hesitation. "I will take on the blame for this should anything arise from granting such privileges to a student. At the moment, what matters most is the capturing of the Umbralist filth that ravages the innocent even as we stand here. Decisive action is required."
Nicole's Adapa was summoned forth, and Otis would receive a mental ping requesting to share Iris Record security privileges for a period of one hour from the time of acceptance. "I will rely on you to carry out the actions of which you have detailed, they are indeed possible with these privileges. In the meantime, I will give chase while communicating with the security team and... informing the warden." She spoke her last words with a measure of hesitance, but nevertheless, began to run out of the arena and towards the northern exit that would eventually lead to the first floor's halls.
@AThousandCurses
IRIS RECORD, 1F, SOUTHERN HALLS
The guard gave a half-smirk towards Chunji, nodding his head. "I get paid to protect this place, but you're right, eh? They're training you to defend the whole damn nation and beyond, so far be it from me to deny anything like that. I guess if I catch heat for this later, I do, but just stick by me, boy - you won't get hurt if you let me block the strays. The way Umbralists fight and what's required to eventually take the strong ones down, lemme just say... lots of collateral damage."
As he finished saying this, the sounds of screams would ring out, echoing like a sickening choir up and down the halls of the tower. Upon Chunji activating his Ethos, he would be able to see the layout of the first floor - and more importantly, he would see Ciara beyond many walls and hallways to the northeast of his current position. The fastest way at this point would certainly be to cut through the arena via its southern entrance to the stands, and out the eastern exit at the top of the stands that Ciara had most likely taken to flee the arena grounds. As this happened, guards would be barreling out the southern entrance directly in front of Chunji, guns drawn and with fear in their eyes as they took cover in the halls. A few withdrew health potions and downed them, while others prayed to Astra, and others still summoned their leylights and began reading over something intently.
The guard, for his part, would also read his leylight and turn to Chunji, shrugging. "Current orders say to stay away from the Umbralist while others in authority tend to the problem. That most likely means either faculty, Raja, or the warden and his team. In any of those cases, that means your classmate is probably toast. Sorry, boy."
Scratching the back of his head, the guard awkwardly looks away, before side-eyeing Chunji with a dimpled cheek. "We also don't exactly have any right to pursue at the moment, so unless we feel like breaking some rules, the best thing we can do is hunker down."
Despite this, a vein brought on by anger was clear on the man's face, his body seemingly shivering in frustration and anticipation. His words were an attempt at a responsible adult, but his visage was that of boyhood trauma bleeding through in the form of vengeful thoughts. He was certainly old enough to have been, perhaps, a powerless teenager back during the days of the Five Year Apocalypse.
@Sifr@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark
IRIS RECORD, 1F, EASTERN HALLS
The halls were crimson, the screams guttural yet cut short in the heat of the moment; each nevertheless contributing to the roaring symphony of torment that the Iris Record's first floor had quickly become. As Ciara made her way down the hall, she would eventually teleport to an intersection upon which she would notice a familiar face, and that face would undoubtedly recognize her as well. Ciara would see Hildegunde in front of her, and were Hildegunde to be keeping a look out, she would see Ciara as well. This would likely be easier due to the screams farther back in the direction Ciara had emerged from, though it would depend purely on the two at that moment what they would do.
At the same time, the sounds of rumbling from the direction Ciara came from would intensify and grow louder, until eventually it was obvious that it was the sound of... walls breaking, perhaps? The originator of those noises would soon arrive on the scene as well, if it were a person at all.
And from the other part of the intersection not occupied by Hildegunde, a figure would stand there, staring at the shadow mage. It was Ozhiah, his sunken eyes observing her with a measure of judgment, taking in her state. "Lord Leuvalt declared it folly to turn back and see what the mobilization of security was for, but I for my part could not ignore it. Bearing witness to your current state here, now..."
He would crouch into a low stance, one arm extended behind him and the other towards Ciara, both palms facing upward. A faint wind blew around him, watching and waiting. "If you give yourself up now, you will not feel pain when the hammer of order is brought upon you. Of this, I can be certain."
All this, and Ciara could hear a chuckling in her mind. It was from the low-yet-high voice, the shadow that separated itself from the rest. "It appears the curtain call may soon arrive on this performance of yours. What will you do, I wonder? A mark has certainly been made, and scars thought mended have reopened for many tonight. Is this Ciara Ventura? Will this be her last dance, bleeding and limping like a cornered animal, prancing like a court jester soon to knowingly reach the king's guillotine?"
Hey guys, sorry, it's been a rough few days. I'll see about being able to get something up tomorrow.
Sorry for the delay, next round tomorrow!
@Estylwen There wouldn't be any windows within this area, no. What would be near her at the top of the steps would be an exit door nearby that would lead out into the halls, but apart from that, it's very much a situation of being threatened on all sides. She would additionally hear the thundering of footsteps approaching that exit door from outside as well, with more guards prepared to shoot on sight should they see her make any sudden moves.
@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark@ERode
Nicole bit her lip in concentration at Otis' proposition, finishing her healing on Iraleth only for the paladin to immediately begin scrambling to her feet. As faculty, she truly should cease the knight's advance, but as an undermage? Servant of the wellbeing of the country, well on her way to becoming a full arcmage in her own right, alongside all those responsibilities to defend the peace? She couldn't help it - not in the face of determination, even were the actions motivated by that determination borderline suicidal after such a bout not moments ago. A torrent of thoughts swirled about Nicole's mind, all at once, before...
"Very well. The two of you may assist in securing Ms. Ventura. The agreement was that these suspicions would be dropped without question should she have won, but the results of this contest conclude undecided. After something so wretched as the draining of prime essence, we cannot allow her to roam free without proper interrogation and diagnoses."
Taking to her feet, the undermage would withdraw a tome from a custom-fitted bandolier under her cloak and crack it open, her eyes-closed gaze turning towards the direction Ciara had teleported to. She wouldn't try to whisper this, nor shout it - were the shadow mage to hear it, then so be it.
"If no other option is deemed possible for capture, lethal force is acceptable. Until otherwise proven, I declare that Ciara Ventura is an Umbralist and an enemy of the Union. Use any means necessary."
With that, slamming a hand on the open page of her tome and incanting, "Esper Hunt - Ice," a half-dozen orbs of ice would blast out of Nicole's book and rush towards Ciara at the top of the spectator stands. Should any of them get within a meter of Ciara, they would detonate, expanding into sheets of ice attempting to freeze her in place while digging into her. As this happened, Nicole would summon her Adapa, alerting the guards of the tower to be on watch for Ciara. The patrolmen dotted about the spectator stands would each point their clockwork pistols towards the shadow mage as well, stressing that she not move and to allow her own capture, and would fire if their words went unheard.
At the same time, Michael would watch on from just a few meters away from the newly formed band of Umbralist hunters, down in the arena proper, a hand extended towards Ciara in shock. After realizing what had already begun, however, it was grasped into a fist of self-defeat as he looked away.
"It really had to go this way, huh...?"
He withdrew from the arena grounds, back towards the waiting areas and presumably back into the tower elsewhere as the chaos ensued.
@AThousandCurses
"Whoa, whoa, slow down. Let me take this in for a moment, okay?"
The guard would cup a finger under his chin and turn to the side, pondering - he'd clearly taken in all Chunji had said and waited for the boy to finish before replying, though once questions came into play, it was a bit much all at once. He stopped in the middle of the hall, just a little ways away from the entrance to the arena stands on the southern side, and turned to regard Chunji with a cocked eyebrow and a perplexed shrug. "Sorry, I don't remember. All of us who patrol and secure this place were given a list on our leylights of those attending tonight's duel as they came in, and I'd remember the name Wund - not often we see nameless randoms in these kinds of schools."
He'd reach an open hand out into the air, and a grey screen of solid light would be projected forth - a leylight, the standard essence-based communication model for citizens of the Vaalin Union that the Adapa was inspired by. Tapping the screen and scrolling, he'd turn it to face towards Chunji, upon which he could see the names of everybody who was allowed entrance for the purpose of the duel whether as a spectator or participant. He'd see the names of his classmates apart from Rio, Chloe and Davil, as well as Valen Leuvalt and Ozhiah Iyone, among other students of the Iris Record - though none lit up as the name he wished to see.
"Is this good enough? I mean, there's not much I can do for you the way things are now. You've only been approved for the spectating stands and the first floor bathrooms. Maybe your Adapa or whatever is malfunctioning? I'm no tech genius, but those things are pretty new, right?"
He'd place a gentle hand on Chunji's shoulder while looking down at him, shaking his head with concern.
"I'm sure your friend is fine. Have you checked the dormitory yet? For all you know, it really is just a malfunction and he's snug in bed by now. But, if you're not here to spectate the duel, I'm unfortunately going to need to ask you to leave."
Taking a step back, the guard would move to partially block Chunji's path further down the hall, gesturing back the way they came, his gaze lingering. "Just standard procedure. If he doesn't turn up by morning, we can initiate a more dedicated search, and I can promise you I'll bring it up with the head of security and with Principal Raja."
At that very moment, a notification would summon forth his leylight, with a very sharp ping, an emotionless voice stating, "Alert." The guard would furrow his brow, then look towards Chunji.
"Even more so now. Turns out your classmate's running rampant. Ventura? She's got the whole guard network on alert now. You should clear out, kid - Umbralists don't play nice."
@Sifr
As Hildegunde took to the halls in search of Davil, she would be greeted not by guards telling her to leave, but rather a trio with pistols drawn and running the way she came from. One would turn to her before clearing the corner and order, "Evacuate the tower, student! An Umbralist has made her presence known!"
His words were stern, but there was fear in his eyes as he turned and began dashing to catch up to his peers, heading back towards the arena. She could hear the thundering of boots all throughout, with different forces mobilizing all about the first floor and barking orders. At the same time this fear meant that, in the chaos brought about from the mentioning of a potential apocalypse cultist, less eyes were on Hildegunde herself now. Security systems would remain in place, but the individuals involved in the enforcing of order were very much focused on the potential return of an ancient enemy - one that could not be allowed to find its footing ever again. Many guards were likely of the age that they had lived through the apocalypse, and as such, an alert that an Umbralist was present undoubtedly brought forth deep trauma in some, and a spark of revenge in others.
The halls, apart from the guards rushing to secure the first floor, were relatively empty. A few students would occasionally pass, walking briskly away from the direction of the arena.
IRIS RECORD, ARENA
Nicole bit her lip in concentration at Otis' proposition, finishing her healing on Iraleth only for the paladin to immediately begin scrambling to her feet. As faculty, she truly should cease the knight's advance, but as an undermage? Servant of the wellbeing of the country, well on her way to becoming a full arcmage in her own right, alongside all those responsibilities to defend the peace? She couldn't help it - not in the face of determination, even were the actions motivated by that determination borderline suicidal after such a bout not moments ago. A torrent of thoughts swirled about Nicole's mind, all at once, before...
"Very well. The two of you may assist in securing Ms. Ventura. The agreement was that these suspicions would be dropped without question should she have won, but the results of this contest conclude undecided. After something so wretched as the draining of prime essence, we cannot allow her to roam free without proper interrogation and diagnoses."
Taking to her feet, the undermage would withdraw a tome from a custom-fitted bandolier under her cloak and crack it open, her eyes-closed gaze turning towards the direction Ciara had teleported to. She wouldn't try to whisper this, nor shout it - were the shadow mage to hear it, then so be it.
"If no other option is deemed possible for capture, lethal force is acceptable. Until otherwise proven, I declare that Ciara Ventura is an Umbralist and an enemy of the Union. Use any means necessary."
With that, slamming a hand on the open page of her tome and incanting, "Esper Hunt - Ice," a half-dozen orbs of ice would blast out of Nicole's book and rush towards Ciara at the top of the spectator stands. Should any of them get within a meter of Ciara, they would detonate, expanding into sheets of ice attempting to freeze her in place while digging into her. As this happened, Nicole would summon her Adapa, alerting the guards of the tower to be on watch for Ciara. The patrolmen dotted about the spectator stands would each point their clockwork pistols towards the shadow mage as well, stressing that she not move and to allow her own capture, and would fire if their words went unheard.
At the same time, Michael would watch on from just a few meters away from the newly formed band of Umbralist hunters, down in the arena proper, a hand extended towards Ciara in shock. After realizing what had already begun, however, it was grasped into a fist of self-defeat as he looked away.
"It really had to go this way, huh...?"
He withdrew from the arena grounds, back towards the waiting areas and presumably back into the tower elsewhere as the chaos ensued.
@AThousandCurses
IRIS RECORD, 1F, SOUTHERN HALLS
"Whoa, whoa, slow down. Let me take this in for a moment, okay?"
The guard would cup a finger under his chin and turn to the side, pondering - he'd clearly taken in all Chunji had said and waited for the boy to finish before replying, though once questions came into play, it was a bit much all at once. He stopped in the middle of the hall, just a little ways away from the entrance to the arena stands on the southern side, and turned to regard Chunji with a cocked eyebrow and a perplexed shrug. "Sorry, I don't remember. All of us who patrol and secure this place were given a list on our leylights of those attending tonight's duel as they came in, and I'd remember the name Wund - not often we see nameless randoms in these kinds of schools."
He'd reach an open hand out into the air, and a grey screen of solid light would be projected forth - a leylight, the standard essence-based communication model for citizens of the Vaalin Union that the Adapa was inspired by. Tapping the screen and scrolling, he'd turn it to face towards Chunji, upon which he could see the names of everybody who was allowed entrance for the purpose of the duel whether as a spectator or participant. He'd see the names of his classmates apart from Rio, Chloe and Davil, as well as Valen Leuvalt and Ozhiah Iyone, among other students of the Iris Record - though none lit up as the name he wished to see.
"Is this good enough? I mean, there's not much I can do for you the way things are now. You've only been approved for the spectating stands and the first floor bathrooms. Maybe your Adapa or whatever is malfunctioning? I'm no tech genius, but those things are pretty new, right?"
He'd place a gentle hand on Chunji's shoulder while looking down at him, shaking his head with concern.
"I'm sure your friend is fine. Have you checked the dormitory yet? For all you know, it really is just a malfunction and he's snug in bed by now. But, if you're not here to spectate the duel, I'm unfortunately going to need to ask you to leave."
Taking a step back, the guard would move to partially block Chunji's path further down the hall, gesturing back the way they came, his gaze lingering. "Just standard procedure. If he doesn't turn up by morning, we can initiate a more dedicated search, and I can promise you I'll bring it up with the head of security and with Principal Raja."
At that very moment, a notification would summon forth his leylight, with a very sharp ping, an emotionless voice stating, "Alert." The guard would furrow his brow, then look towards Chunji.
"Even more so now. Turns out your classmate's running rampant. Ventura? She's got the whole guard network on alert now. You should clear out, kid - Umbralists don't play nice."
@Sifr
IRIS RECORD, 1F, EASTERN HALLS
As Hildegunde took to the halls in search of Davil, she would be greeted not by guards telling her to leave, but rather a trio with pistols drawn and running the way she came from. One would turn to her before clearing the corner and order, "Evacuate the tower, student! An Umbralist has made her presence known!"
His words were stern, but there was fear in his eyes as he turned and began dashing to catch up to his peers, heading back towards the arena. She could hear the thundering of boots all throughout, with different forces mobilizing all about the first floor and barking orders. At the same time this fear meant that, in the chaos brought about from the mentioning of a potential apocalypse cultist, less eyes were on Hildegunde herself now. Security systems would remain in place, but the individuals involved in the enforcing of order were very much focused on the potential return of an ancient enemy - one that could not be allowed to find its footing ever again. Many guards were likely of the age that they had lived through the apocalypse, and as such, an alert that an Umbralist was present undoubtedly brought forth deep trauma in some, and a spark of revenge in others.
The halls, apart from the guards rushing to secure the first floor, were relatively empty. A few students would occasionally pass, walking briskly away from the direction of the arena.
Sorry, life got busy earlier in the day, and then that combo'd me right into FFXIV raid hours, resulting in me only recently becoming available to post! Will be up in a few hours.
And here I was thinking the PvP arc ended, but lo and behold, it instead begins.
Next round will be either in a few hours, or when I wake up tomorrow!
Next round will be either in a few hours, or when I wake up tomorrow!
Between recent events here and things going on in the tabletop party I'm going to be DMing today, it's been a wild week for the setting, is what I'll definitely say.
Because the draining was presumably only a few seconds, I would say the long term impact comes in the form of Iraleth's prime essence degrading from 100% to roughly 95%. To those around her, it wouldn't seem like much, but with how much Iraleth would've trained in her life and how much she focuses on her martial prowess, it wouldn't be long before she'd be able to feel that difference upon training or further battle. Small, but she would tire slightly quicker in drawn out battles, her Ethos would exhaust her perhaps a few seconds quicker and hit the faintest bit less hard and move just a few paces slower, and though not something known to her exactly, her natural lifespan would have lost two or three years give or take. In the future, she may be more susceptible to illness than normal, and may develop some conditions like minor asthma or chronic pain that she wouldn't have otherwise. She'd also reach essence rebound slightly quicker than normal in a drawn out fight, but only by a handful of seconds.
In the short term as she's waking up, she'd just have the feeling of rising from near death, so... I mean, for that, just write accordingly. :P
In the short term as she's waking up, she'd just have the feeling of rising from near death, so... I mean, for that, just write accordingly. :P
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