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Word Count: 721 (+1 exp) Level: 9 - Total EXP: 176/90 Location: Edinburgh MagicaPolis
It would only be a matter of time before the demon was put down for good. After Red's surprising punch Artemis was obviously hurting, and while throwing haphazard lasers around it seemed to be in its death throes. Perched where he was, the Ace Cadet was more than content to keep an eye on things and support where needed while the others finished it off. That was until the action stopped, held up by Albedo. After side stepping a laser the Cadet leaned over the railing to get a better look at what was going on. If the alchemist was looking to carve a piece off, the hunter couldn't fault him, but it was kind of a bad time for that considering the circumstances. when he did slice into the demon it was not to take a piece of it, but to reveal something inside.
Sierra, he heard Band and Wonder Red exclaim, to which the Cadet could only answer, "What?!"
It was true - what brief glimpse they were afforded of the inside of Artemis' torso showed that Sierra was inside of it. So she had been the strange thing he'd seen earlier in the fight. Had it absorbed Sierra? Or was she in the process of being transformed into that thing? The Cadet felt a dreadful feeling crawl up his spine and he took several steps back from the ledge, away from Artemis. At the same time, concern and anger on the girl's behalf bubbled up. Surely they weren't going to be condemning Sierra to her death if they destroyed this monster, right?
The reveal had been cut short by Artemis' pod, and the demon itself escaping its pin and flying up again amid a flurry of lasers. A smattering of them hit the Cadet before he could take cover, shoving a writing desk over and ducking behind it. He stood to shoot what pods he could before dropping down again.
Detective Band was right - Sierra wasn't dead yet, and if they had anything to say about it that fact wouldn't change, but it require a change in tactics to keep her safe while fighting Artemis. With his back pressed to the desk the Ace Cadet stowed the great bow, running through his equipment check list. After a moment, the sword and shield Master Bang filled his hands. The more controlled attacks he could perform with it would hopefully prevent any more damage to the girl inside the monster.
About that time, Wonder Red returned from getting the civilians out and delegated the duty of actually getting Sierra out to Albedo and the Cadet. The redhead in question opened his mouth in surprise, the second time that day he was volunteered for something. He wasn't sure he was the best person for the job but it wasn't like he was going to refuse - he wanted to rescue Sierra.
"You got it boss," he replied. Then he left his cover, shield up to block any beams that shot his way. He used the Isotoma to get closer to the rising angel, springing into a Shoryugeki once he was near enough.
Without hurting her inside was the goal, but the only way the Cadet could see to take down Artemis while sparing Sierra was to hope that freaky head it had functioned just like any other living thing's head, and they could either knock it out with some blunt force trauma or separate it from the body entirely without risking the person trapped in its torso. His sword cut into Artemis' abdomen, another shallow vertical slice. He used the demon itself as a launch pad to force himself up higher, shield first to deliver a powerful uppercut to Artemis' chin.
Now how was he supposed to get Sierra out? Just rip her from the thing's body? The Cadet drove his sword into Artemis' side to stop his descent, an unwelcome hanger-on. Time to test his strength against Artemis' self closing wound. With the cut he just made already almost closed the Cadet jabbed a hand into the wound to pull it open again. Anyone that wasn't working to subdue Artemis could try and wrench Sierra out, or he'd go in to try it himself. It was a clumsy plan, but if it worked then he'd take it.
Data SoupA canned consumable stimulating vitamin drink with an acquired taste Bone Potage A hearty canned consumable healing drink full of minerals, viscous and a little weird Energy Spike A device that can restore the power of whatever device it's stabbed into Chitinous Shell Useful when powdered as a crafting agent particularly for curing leather Zenny x768
Midna was hot on Goldlewis’ heels when it came to springing into the fray. Though her mouth was filled with the lingering unpleasant mix of bile from what she had had to do, and a combo of oddly tasting Data Soup and Bone Potage she had acquired and then drunk to heal and reinvigorate herself, she had the steel needed to do what needed to be done.
Her wolfos leapt down from the semi with the princess holding firm to its coat with one hand, and her one handed interdimensional ax in the other, its demon blood caked blade crackling with electricity.
Just behind them, Pit cleared the top of the truck. Though his eyes light up briefly at the sight of the orbital laser, his face otherwise kept the same expression of serious concentration that it'd had since the end of the last battle. Technically they'd been successful, the gate had been closed and they'd dealt with the... monsters. The way it concluded though had been miserable, leaving a grim feeling hanging over the Seekers. The way Pit usually coped was by focusing on saving as many people as he could.
He used the bow as a makeshift pole to vault himself from the roof of the truck, giving himself more momentum when he went for a flying kick at one of the clawed aberrations the laser had dragged toward them. It connected with the hunter's head, though with not as much force as Pit hoped. It reeled but kept on its feet, swiping its claws up as Pit pushed off of it. Directly above it he shifted the bow into its two blade halves, and with one held in forward grip and the other in reverse he drove them both down in a vigorous double slash. The aberration let out a howl as its shoulder and the side of its neck were sliced through. It brought its one of its huge claws up to prevent further damage as Pit landed in front of it and kept up the attack. Its other hand lashed out, catching only the edges of the angel's tunic before its shoddy guard was broken with an upward slash. Flipping the reversed blade back around Pit stuck with a forward cross chop, tearing into its abdomen and finishing it off.
"Moving in!" he stated, snapping the two blades back together and leaving the remaining hunter and the axe wielder in order to even the odds against the small horde of aberrations the officers were fighting against.
Instead of fighting, Roxas focused on using his flowmotion to slip past the hostile aberrations. His goal was to make a bee-line for the shelter, since he figured there were probably people inside in need of help getting out.
”I’ll try to get the people out!” he told the Policeman when he made it to the vicinity, ”Is there another shelter they can go to?”
Midna charged the big aberration giving a battle cry of ”I’m putting you down!” as she pulled back her shadow hand and then drove it forwards in a massive punch. Her fist met the aberration’s tree-felling chop in tremendous trade of blows, resulting in damage to both unusual limbs. As Midna reeled her shadow hand back from the blow, she had her wolfos leap to the side of the mutant so she could dart in and out to deliver a harassing ax blow to its flank, the hack of a strike bringing down a bolt of lightning atop its target should it hit. Her bolt from the blue struck true, but this monster wouldn’t go down easily. With its size and range it could just about keep up with the wolfos and its rider, its hard-to-stop blade swung again and again.
Karin leapt into the fray, dropping her heel against one of the clawed monsters. It blocked and slid backwards, giving her enough time to spin around and drive an elbow into its back, before tripping it with an elegant sweep. She brought her foot down upon its head, and it screeched, slashing up at her in futile retaliation. Karin back stepped easily. An accosted Filfthwing then stuck an arrow into her shoulder with a painful yellow spark. The clawed creature in front of her swiped up her torso, and she stumbled backward. ”Aah!” The monster advanced and she jumped over its head to avoid the next swing and back walked to temporarily retreat into her allied lines, not wanting to get caught any more out of position. When the clawed creature approached again she kept it at bay with well placed, well timed kicks, and blocked another arrow fired her way.
For a few moments now Goldlewis had been facing off with one of the gladius-wielding swordfighters. It sliced at him with such aggression that he’d been locked down in defense mode, but the veteran wasn’t just blocking there helplessly. He watched closely, getting a feel for the timing of his enemy’s attacks, until he could finally execute a carefully-timed instant block that gave him the advantage in the closest of quarters. His ensuing shoulder barge beat the aberration to the punch, comboing neatly into a backhand blow to the jaw. It recovered faster than he expected and clipped him with a swipe, but as it went for a second Goldlewis ducked back to launch the aberration with an impressive double high kick. As it flailed its limbs in the air, an upward Behemoth Typhoon from Goldlewis smashed it behind him toward the semi. Whether it lived or died was of no concern right this second; the veteran could see Karin under assault from several angles, and whether or not she needed his help he moved in to assist.
He opened with a Thunderbird grenade to hit the hunter in its unprotected back and send it stumbling towards Karin, then made for the backlines where the Filthwings flew to help get the archers off his allies’ backs. One of the defenders, Juliette, had the same idea but got accosted by the slugger on the way. It dished out haymaker after gut-busting haymaker, but Juliette moved nimbly. She swerved between its blows and planted a kidney shot in its side with her gauntlet, sending a shockwave of pain through its body. It went for broke with a wild hook but overextended enough to turn sideways, and Juliette stepped in to seize its dangling leg with her off hand. As she pulled it toward her she punched it square in the back, slamming it face-first into the ground. She prepared to finish it off with a punch to the head, not noticing the archer charging a shot.
“Incoming!” Goldlewis hollered, forcing Juliette to take notice. She grabbed her target’s head instead and picked it up to use as a ‘human’ shield, and once it took the blow for her she sent it flying toward the archer with a soccer kick. Though he took a few of the other archer’s shots on the way, Goldlewis hurried over to slam both other Filthwings into the ground with another mighty Behemoth Typhoon.
That left just one archer with a clear shot at the veteran’s head, but before Goldlewis knew what was happening Julietta had run over and sprung off his back. “Heads up!” She braved the danger to unleash a flying wallop with her gauntlet that sent the Filthwing into the highway wall, the heavy impact cracking both concrete and chitin.
Previously, when Goldlewis’s slam had sent the Hunter towards Karin, she was the one doing the pouncing. ”Orochi!” She zipped forward, turned, and thrust her back towards her opponent, crushing it bodily. It crumpled onto its knees just in time for Karin to finish it off with a series of advancing palm strikes and elbow thrusts. Outwardly, Karin didn’t seem any worse for wear from the damage she had taken, but it was still damage, and once it broke the threshold of her health she would be extremely vulnerable. Karin still felt the wounds of the blunt damage from earlier, the slashing up her chest and the arrow in her back.
Once Roxas was in the shelter, he could immediately see it wasn’t ideal. Namely there was a group of wounded kept protected in a back corner where they would hopefully stay out of the danger. But Roxas had an idea, and went back to the corner where they were all sitting and laying before summoning one of his Keyblades, ”It’s okay, everyone. I’m here to get you all back on your feet.” then he held the weapon straight up and thrust its tip upward in the direction of the ceiling, ”Heal!” at this command, a trio of yellow and green bell-shaped flowers appeared over his head and seemed to shake as if ringing once or twice. Immediately Roxas and the wounded around him felt a refreshing green aura wash over them - open wounds closing and bruises seemingly washing away as if they had never been there.
Outside the battle raged on, although in Midna’s case she was in the midst of leaving it rapidly behind, the once again bleeding princess riding hard and fast away while the ax brute pounded after her, barely being slowled by crates she was portaling in behind her to trip it up.
”Come on come on come on, there!” the princess took a sudden right, darting between vehicles and then into a dead end in the shade of an abandoned truck.
A heartbeat leather the brute charged in after her, ax raised and coming down with a devastating chop, only for it to find itself alone as the twilight Princess vanished into shadows and her steed into a portal. Momentarily confused, it spun upon hearing a call of ”Pin it down!” from behind.
Standing now at the entrance to the dead end she had lead it into, the princess’s command was obeyed by her initiate strikers, which caused roots of psychic energy to burst from the ground and walls of wreckage and to wrap around the hulking mutant.
It struggled, snapping swaths of its bindings with every movement, but it was a delay and that was all she had wanted. A quartet of icy javelins speared the juggernaut from her other strikers, her maxed out Vibrava blasted it with its fiery dragon’s breath. The princess herself shot a stream of lightning from her ax blade and slapped down a twilight volley bomb using her shadow hand, all while riding her cyber bear. Its cannon blast was the last of her veritable barrage of firepower against the mutant, its goopy projectile exploding and showering it with burning goop.
While the Seekers dealt with their opponents and Roxas took care of the civilians, both soothing and safeguarding them from further harm as he guided them toward extraction, Atlas and Hayato handled the remainder that were under fire by Pit’s light arrows. The Neuron officer put aside defense to rush the last few aberrations down. He struck them with a flurry of baton and gladius strikes in a prolonged beatdown, then dodged whenever the going got rough to keep up the pressure. Though not as speedy or combo-oriented as his fellow, Atlas took command of the battlefield so long as he kept possession of his ball. His charges, shoves, and blocks forced enemies to reposition while his intercepts took the heat off his allies’ backs, dictating the flow of the fight. When Hayato knocked a monster down, launched it up, or knocked it back, Atlas would roll in to polish it off with a beefy coordinated finisher.
He and Hayato made short work of the last hunter and swordfighter, and once Juliette cratered a Filthwing archer against the sidewall, a goal shot kick from Atlas smashed the monster through to plummet to the ground far below as it died. Off in the background, the drones carried all three civilians on their stretchers off to a waiting helicopter. Goldlewis let his shoulders sag for a moment as he caught his breath. Considering the scale of the chaos around the Seekers, it was a small victory, but a complete one, and any victory was worth celebrating.
“Here, are you hurt?” Atlas offered the Seekers a couple pills of Medicine.
All too soon, however, an explosion in the sky grabbed their attention. A different helicopter spiraled through the air, swathed in flame and surrounded by Filthwings. The nearby officers’ radios lit up with panicked yells. “Mayday, mayday!” a voice shouted. “I can’t shake them, I’m going down!”
Grimly aghast, Goldlewis couldn’t avert his gaze. He watched as the helicopter hit the highway a couple thousand feet up ahead, but it didn’t explode on impact. The officers exchanged a glance, brief but very communicative. “You go on ahead,” Juliette told the others, nodding. “We’ve got things under control here.” Hayato dipped his head in respect, then turned to sprint toward the new crisis. With a sigh Goldlewis hefted his coffin and followed.
The helicopter had landed, slid messily across the pavement, and finally come to rest against an almost horizontal semitruck blocking the entire road, the flames burning especially bright in the shadow of another elevated overpass just ahead. By the time Goldlewis arrived on the scene, Hayato had already reached the helicopter pilot, who’d been extracted from the wreck by a female officer with a striking resemblance to him.
“Hey, are you okay?” the woman asked him. “Stay with me!”
The pilot shuddered, clearly in great pain. “My leg… my damn leg… I can’t move like this.”
Hayato stepped in to assist without a word. Together the twins hoisted him between their shoulders, then turned to begin the long trip back to the evacuation checkpoint. They tried not to put too much stress on the pilot, but they moved as urgently as they could, perhaps instinctively sensing that their time was short. Barely did the pair get three steps from the crashed chopper before the air around the highway began to flicker. Arcs of red lightning crackled violently as fresh gates tore open in reality, not just cracks like the one Hayato closed earlier, but full-on crimson portals. Inside, Goldlewis could see the faintest suggestion of an alien world, black stone and red crystal suspended between two immense plates, with a diagonal column of light on the horizon.
“A gate?” Akira gasped, her eyes narrowed. Then the gates rippled, and something came through.
Another voice came through Hayato’s radio. “Come in, PD025! Corruption levels just shot up over there, what’s going on?”
Goldlewis drew in a sharp breath. He couldn’t see it but something was there. The air shimmered ever-so-faintly, the only real sign of their presence being the subtle distortion of the background as seen through the space they occupied. But that distortion moved with weight, the stop-start of a living thing. He couldn’t make out details of any kind; it was like trying to track a fly on the wing, there one second and gone the next, only for another twinge to turn his gaze in another direction. But the veteran grit his teeth and gripped the chain of his coffin tight. Obviously this wasn’t good, but from everything he’d heard he did know something else. “Chimeras!” he barked, having quickly come to an important realization as his attempts to trace the strange movement were confounded. “At least two of ‘em! Maybe more!” Unable to sense the invisible beings, he searched the ground for any sign of their movement in the traces of dust and ash. When he finally noticed something that wasn’t a false positive, it was too late. “Agh!” he grunted, clamping his hand down on the fresh claw slash that had suddenly opened up on his shoulder. “They’re fast!” He swung his coffin and hit nothing but air. This was going to be rough.
Karin got into her finding stance, turning around and searching for any sign of the creatures.
The warnings given at the SOU meeting filtered back as Goldlewis declared the name of their latest foe. The most dangerous, invisible to the naked eye, their very presence infects their surroundings with Red Matter. It stood to reason that they would want to take care of the Chimeras as quickly as possible, but...
"Invisible enemies are such a pain!" Pit griped. He had, of course, followed the action, and now held the two halves of his bow defensively in each hand. His eyes darted around the stretch of road, searching for any sign of the extra-dimensional beings. With the crackle of fiery wrecks behind them and the general commotion of the city around them, it would be difficult to hear where the Chimeras would strike from if it was even possible at all - not to mention with the unnatural lighting on all sides, Pit's go to strategy of looking for a shadow would be futile as well. If they were to fill the same role as before and keep the monsters away from the Neuron officer, the only one capable of closing the gates, they had their work cut out for them.
Midna, running low on healing items, was here too and, after her failure to stop an invisible unfriendly friend back in Al Mamoon, she was determined to make a difference this time. For this she had two tricks. The first was to raise up her shadow hand and to project a dark energy field around her as a kind of ward to be tripped should an invisible foe come after her or anyone close to her. If it did trip it, her twilight Vibrava was on hand to blast it with dragon breath and earth power.
The other half was an alteration to her failed strategy against Ciella, the princess dumping out sand from the twilight realm, concentrating it into a large cloud, and then sweeping the cloud it across areas of empty space like a net. It would not do not do much if any harm on its own, but the singing sand’s tune should change upon impact, giving the location of the invisible foe away if the way it distorted the flowing sand did not.
”Come out come out wherever you aaaaare”
"Good idea Midna!"
At least it was in theory. The sand screen did not move as if the full mass of a living thing pushed through it.
Pit's gaze flickered over to the twins; at least one of them would have to be unburdened by the pilot in order to start the process of closing the gates. The angel started towards them with intent to take over getting the man to safety, calling out to "Trade spots!".
He swapped the bow for orbitars, but in that brief moment between desummoning and summoning equipment when there was nothing to protect Pit something struck him. A bodily slam that he didn't see coming, quick enough that the shift of sand left no time to get out of the way. His side crumpled from the impact and he went flying with a pained shout.
In the last few moments, Karin had her eyes on Pit, figuring his movement might make him a target. When he got hit, she was quick to react. ”Tenko!” She called out, flashing toward the invisible target with an upward palm strike. She hit something but she had no combo follow ups, no idea of if the attack connected or not. She felt something, but nothing like she’d ever felt before, as if the matter of her arm didn’t interact with the matter of the creature in a normal -or intuitive- manner.
”Tch!” Frustrated, she backed up and went to protect Pit with her guard. As for Pit’s goals, that remained up to him to accomplish - and so far the prospects of that happening weren't looking good. As Goldlewis stated before, the Chimeras were fast. They were, from what Pit could tell, darting between everyone present and attacking at every opening. Pit had scrambled to stand after getting flung, saved from a follow up attack by the orbitars automatically snapping to his defense at the last moment. Whether it was a claw or some bladed limb, it crashed against the shield and was gone before a retaliatory shot could even be made.
"How are we even supposed to fight them?!" There was no answer, unfortunately. Appreciating the street fighter's backup, Pit stuck close to Karin as the Guardian Orbitars spun around them both. Any shift in space or weird shimmer in the air saw a bolt of energy shoot at it from the floating weapons, but they hit the sand beyond their invisible targets more often than not.
“These things are like ghosts! They can hit us just fine, but we can barely touch ‘em!” Goldlewis swung at one of the shimmers, but the weight and force of his coffin barely seemed to register. The next second the chimera completed his attack, and with a brutal kick slammed the giant man onto his back. With the wind driven from his lungs by the impact he could only feebly attempt to roll over and prop himself up.
Over to one side, the twins were having just as tough a time as the Seekers, if not worse. Hayato and Akira attempted to defend the helicopter pilot as best they could, but they couldn’t effectively fight or even see what they were up against, and their dispatcher was of no help. “Hey!” Akira yelled. “Don’t hang up on me, damn it!”
“Ugh!” Hayato skidded backward, lost his footing and tumbled for a second before coming to rest on his side. “This is bad. At this rate…”
At that moment, a third gate appeared. Another shimmer emerged, larger and more oblong than the others. It descended, clamped down on Goldlewis’ back, and attempted to lift all five hundred sixty-six pounds of him into the air. “Aaagh!” he roared. “It’s…got me…!” Then a second shimmer arrived just like the first, joined its strength to the former, and together pulled the Secretary of Absolute Defense through the crimson portal. In a flash he was gone, his coffin left behind.
Midna, without a thought, tried to reach a shadow hand in after him, only to find herself dragged in by an unseen force accelerating the grasping fist’s lunge into something far faster that she could not resist.
For his part, Roxas had been rather preoccupied with tending the wounded. Because he was unable to cast Curaga without waiting about a minute in between uses, that pretty much kept him out of the action going on outside. He could hear the sounds of fighting, but dealing with civilians and healing the wounded ended up becoming his priority. At least until he heard the distant shouting of Goldlewis, that is.
Roxas burst out of the shelter just in time to spot Goldlewis in the distance being dragged into another gate that had appeared, ”No no no no!” he shouted repeatedly after he broke into a sprint. After a few seconds he felt his MP return since the last time he used Curaga and used his Keyblade to shoot forth a Blizzaga spell to create another “rail” for himself to grind on in order to cover the distance. But only a few moments after, an attack from the chimera broke the “rail” and forced Roxas to improvise.
”I’m not losing anyone else, you hear me?” Roxas shouted at no one in particular. He jumped from the tip of the “rail” and twisted himself around to launch a Firaga to fend off an incoming attack. After that he impacted a wrecked car and launched himself off the side of it. He continued doing this a couple of more times, looking like a ricocheting pinball before finally going sailing into the gate.
Karin watched several of her allies disappear into the gate. Gritting her teeth, she cast a look over at Pit, then at the struggling police officers. ”We’ve no choice! Onwards!” She sprinted forward and jumped into the portal. The angel was already on the move alongside her, heart beating fast after watching the others disappear. He passed through the gate just behind Karin, shouting to the people they were leaving behind, "stay safe until we get back!"
Upon entering the portal, the Seekers began to accelerate. Above and below them were dark planes cast in red light that extended infinitely into the distance, but ahead in that distance lay a bright horizon that cleft the planes in two. It felt like falling headfirst down an immense pit, but sideways. In an instant the ordinary world was far behind, vanished so completely it might as well be a memory. A handful of seconds passed in this transient, liminal space, and then, with the anticlimactic suddenness of jolting awake from a bad dream, they arrived.
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They’d landed on a platform suspended in the air, in a strange and alien place. Everything was angular, oftentimes cubic, black or off-black stone like obsidian, but streaked with thin veins of gold, like splashes of a paint brush. In some places they were perfectly smooth, and in others the sheer faces of the glossy cliff-pillars bore irregularities. Outcroppings of crystal, dark at the base but blood-red toward the tips, protruded from the terrain around them in clusters, and like everything else they bore only straight edges and flat surfaces, never curved. The spot where everyone stood seemed to be at the end of an odd sort of sky-archipelago, an array of interconnected platforms and walls that went on a fair way. Blip-lines in the air like static, or undulated barcodes, could be found all over. Two unfathomably immense planes existed an incalculable distance away to either side, slanted diagonally, and at the end of the infinite corridor lay pure white light, although to one side, an inverted black pyramid could be glimpsed far away.
For right now, though, their focus lay on Goldlewis. They could see their new friend receding into the distance, still in the clutches of some nebulous entity–although, strangely, what looked before like a shimmer seemed now just a touch denser. Its silhouette almost suggested a giant, floating torso, carrying Goldlewis with beefy, disembodied forearms. If the team meant to follow and rescue him, they would need to brave this bizarre crystalline dimension. A series of bridges and islands stood before them, confronting them with an elaborate traversal challenge of platforms that moved on their own, disappeared underfoot, as well as blockers that only disappeared when enough floating targets were struck, or pressure plates weighed down. Yet the Seekers were not alone here. Strange beings, humanoid but never human distorted like the copy of a copy of a copy, wandered the place, stiffly lumbering around to hit and occasionally -with the aid of strange copied firearms- take potshots at any intruders.
Midna, having floated down into the world that was simultaneously strange and familiar in just the worst mix of ways, would have simply flown after Goldlewis, but the first barrage of gunfire from the replicas dissuaded that notion. She would have pulled out a gun and shot back, had the realities of being in a different dimension interfered with the regular workings of her portals, an interference she did not have time to hash out. The same issue went for her summoned steeds.
”Just you then. Don’t let me down” she told her interdimensional ax, which was ready to add the blood of another realm’s denizen to its blade.
That said, it would be acting mostly as a backup. Instead the main way Midna helped them progress was via twilight volley bombs, the princess putting herself behind cover, and then charging and hurling the massive explosives at the gun wielding foes own, flushing those not simply destroyed out into the open for the others to deal with.
As for the platforming? Well, if they could deal with the shooters, then the princess could simply cheat and float on past most of the obstacles, whl her massive shadow hand could help hoist others along her own. Any of the more elaborate obstacles were handily dealt with by Pit, whose target shooting and flexible movement made short work of buttons and triggers that needed to be pulled to clear the path, especially to keep up with the keyblade wielder.
Once he’d burst through from the gate, Roxas wasn’t given much time to take in the surroundings before even more enemies made themselves known. But he did briefly spot Goldlewis in the distance and knew these things were in the way. Roxas just summoned both his weapons and broke into a run, ”Get. Out. Of. The. WAY!” with each word he delivered another strike or Dual Slash against the humanoids trying to stop them.
As for the platforming. For Roxas, that was the easy part. Flowmotion made crossing these obstacles pretty easy for him. He could use it to launch himself between platforms, slingshot himself around pillars, or even kick off airborne crystals. And all that built up momentum could also be put into his attacks to enhance their striking power and resulting damage.
This was Karin’s first time in another dimension, if one didn’t count the World of Light. But she didn’t let it be overwhelming, instead she focused on the task at hand. Reuniting with Goldlewis and then finding a way back to Midgar. Clearly this realm had no shortage of threats. Karin followed after her allies, using a combination of her agility and grappling hook to navigate the alien terrain.
A particularly troublesome humanoid shooter was brought to her with her grapple hook and punched through, sending it flying away where it couldn’t bother her anymore. After that it was a matter of pulling herself to a location, leaping as far as she could, then pulling herself to her next.
”Mister Goldlewis! Shout for us!” She shouted, trying to make her voice carry in this strange space. She didn’t want to lose track of their quarry.
Word Count: 629 (+1 exp) Level: 6 - Total EXP: 48/60 Location: The Under - City of Tears 𝙱𝙿 ●●●●●
New power: Aeber's Reckoning. A divine skill of the Thief class that conjures an assault of daggers. A very quick, very powerful attack that hits all foes in a large area, dealing bonus damage based on the user's speed. Costs three BP to use.
The layout of the Under did not follow any kind of logic. It was nonsensical in the worst way, nearly impossible to traverse with any kind of bearing in mind. Maybe Therion was already delirious with fever, or maybe he had quickly grown desensitized to the patchwork World of Light, but when the doorway inside of some huge fleshy area like the inside of a giant monster's stomach itself at the bottom of a dungeon inside of a chest in a mine, led to a stone hallway which led to a city of rain, he did not even question it beyond the initial thought of The layout of the Under did not follow any kind of logic. He silently blinked at the city ahead of them, then tilted his head up and blinked at the darkness far above them. At least they could easily wash off like this, letting the water pour down on them.
His silence continued as the Seekers boarded a boat, then filed together down dark cobblestone roads and rain. It hadn't been that long since 'infection,' but he definitely felt sick. Maybe it had even started in the earlier levels of that basement, enemies were coughing up globs of blood there too. His limbs were heavy and he had a pounding headache, not to mention his tongue felt thick and there was a subtle aching in his body that the magic healing of the Seekers' strikers hadn't alleviated.
In Orsterra, Therion had never taken traveling with an apothecary for granted. There had been plenty of times that Alfyn's skills had come in handy. Now, Therion really wished the goofball was around. He'd gladly trade any of the Seekers for him to whip up some curative... well, to be fair, Alfyn had become his friend so the thief would gladly trade a Seeker for him regardless, if it didn't mean he'd be dragging the apothecary into the same predicament.
He wondered how Primrose was doing elsewhere in the ruins.
"..."
Gods, he felt terrible. He'd thought it before but if it was possible to quit now he would seriously consider it, but as it was he didn't want to be stranded down here, unable to find a way back to the surface world. For now he dragged himself along with the group over to a familiar face.
'Trade secret' my foot, Therion thought bitterly. They'd been through hell to get here and yet there was seemingly some cozy, faster route out there somewhere. At least the mapmaker was helpful, giving them a freebie (Therion would be damned if they paid for this map, he was on Sectonia's side on this one) and giving them a breakdown of the city, plus directions to a treatment center. There was a warning too, to avoid the Consul in this area. Therion's jaw tightened. Was it the same one that cut their lift earlier? It would feel great to repay them for that, but the thief would heed Cornifer's advice about steering clear of them. None of them were in any shape for further fighting at the moment.
About the time Sectonia flew off to do whatever it was she was wont to do, a stranger dressed in red rolled up to them. Despite meeting them just that second, he offered to show the Seekers the way to the sanitarium. Nice guy. Therion's fingers twitched. He could tell an easy mark like this instantly, but as fatigued with illness as he was there was nothing he could do about it. Instead he shoved one hand into his pocket, while the other manacle-free hand gestured to the road ahead.
"Lead on," he said to the man in red after a shaky breath. The sooner he could get well again, the better.
Full Name - Nagomu Koyama (小山 和夢) Age - 16 Gender - Male Year - Second Year Club Position - Chuken
Personality
Tells it Like it Is He isn't one to tell lies, sugar coat, or mince words. He is capable of being tactful when the situation calls for it so he isn't always blunt, but his straight forward way of speaking takes some getting used to. It sometimes leads to situations where he makes others feel embarrassed with his direct criticisms or praise. If one was to ask him something, they should expect an honest answer.
Ally of Justice Like most people Nagomu can't stand unfairness. He isn't some hero or vigilante that goes looking for trouble to stop, but he will stick up for complete strangers if something's going on around him. Likewise he is irked by schemers and the two-faced.
Private Person Nagomu can hold a conversation well enough, get through awkward small talk and doesn't shy away from giving an opinion when asked, but when it comes to himself he clams up. He rarely if ever talks about himself, his feelings, or his family. His friends (the few he's managed to keep) know bits and pieces, but are happy to shift the topics to school gossip or pop culture.
Emotional Time Bomb Bottling everything up inside means that eventually, that bottle will break. Nagomu's most genuine expressions of emotions come in the form of outbursts. They can be violent, as was the situation with his suspension last year, or they can be positive like a declaration of love. Once the "bomb" goes off, it takes a little time for Nagomu to wall off his feelings again.
Physical Description
Neither Nagomu's looks nor frame are all that interesting. He is similar in height to his peers, standing at about the average 169cm (5'7"), and his physique is the same as any high school boy in sports.
He isn't particularly good or bad looking. His few facial scars, one on the edge of his chin and the other on his cheek bone on the same side, are barely noticeable unless one is looking closely. He rest of him is concealed beneath his school uniform, which is usually buttoned up in accordance with school rules.
His eyes, though an unexciting dark brown, are rather intense. The thing that stands out the most about Nagomu is his mop of bleached and dyed hair. It's platinum blonde so light it may as well be white, contrasting his dark eyebrows.
Personal Story
Nagomu is returning to high school for his second year after having been suspended for the last few months of his first. The situation surrounding the suspension is the subject of a few rumors, but seeing as the other student involved transferred schools and Nagomu himself is tight-lipped about it, the truth remains unknown to all but a seldom few.
"Nago-kun," as some of his closer friends and a few affectionate senpai call him, only started practicing kendo in his third year of middle school. Before then he wasn't involved in any after school clubs. He isn't particularly passionate about the sport, nor is he a hidden prodigy. Though he's never told anyone about it, his reason for joining the club is a simple one: to instill self-discipline in himself.
Not quite as simple is the reason for wanting to instill this discipline in the first place. It's not to look good on a future resume, practice being around the club's many girls, or fix his slipping grades (though it actually did help a little with the latter). Nagomu's number one pet peeve is being compared to his father, and "disciplined" is that man's antithesis. A drunk, lecher, and gambling addict, Nagomu's father has made his home life unpleasant to say the least. Unpleasant and incredibly chaotic. The household's atmosphere and finances swing back and forth as wildly as the man's mood. Some months they live off of konbini meals and dwindling savings, in others an incredible windfall sees a fully stocked fridge, paid bills, new electronics and appliances to replace the old ones that had to be sold. Some days Nagomu and his mother are lavished with gifts, attention and platitudes, while others they walk on eggshells while the patriarch pretends he has no wife and probably couldn't care less if his son never came home again - might even prefer it that way.
The family used to move around a lot to escape various debts, but thankfully they've stayed put for the last couple of years. The stability provided by a steady home and rigid school schedule greatly improved Nagomu's day to day, and picking up a disciplined martial art helped him to feel that he had some control of his life. The repetitive focus of practicing kata calms him.
His mother's role in all of this is as his best friend. Unlike her husband she always puts her son first, and helping her out is one of the few reasons Nagomu would miss a club practice.
There are a lot of things that his fellow club members don't know about Nagomu, like the fact that he can cook and that he's really bad at English. During his first year cut short he didn't get to know most of them that well, and though he doesn't plan on getting much closer in his second year either, only time will tell how things play out.
"Just do it. Like always."
Name:
Koyama Nagomu
Age:
16, Second Year
Appearance:
Neither Nagomu's looks nor frame are all that interesting. He is similar in height to his peers, standing at about the average 169cm (5'7"), and his physique is the same as any high school boy in sports.
He isn't particularly good or bad looking. His few facial scars, one on the edge of his chin and the other on his cheek bone on the same side, are barely noticeable unless one is looking closely. The rest of him is concealed beneath his school uniform, which is usually buttoned up in accordance with school rules.
His eyes, though an unexciting dark brown, are rather intense. The thing that stands out the most about Nagomu is his fluffy mop of bleached and dyed hair. It's platinum blonde so light it may as well be white, contrasting his dark eyebrows.
Personality:
There is a barrier between Nagomu and his peers, a wall he put up himself that ended up plastered with a rather rough reputation. Though he's actually glad to char about most topics, and even has a few pals to joke around with, he will rarely if ever talk about himself. His feelings and his family are also off limits. This makes it hard to be open with others already, but most students - especially in his grade - see him as some kind of violent troublemaker. Just because he usually looks really intense... or got into a scrap or two, or jumped in to defend someone, or said the wrong thing at the wrong time to the wrong person.
There are three major facets to Nagomu's personality that informs how others see him. The first is the way he speaks. Nagomu is not the type to mince words, he is straight forward and tells everything like it is, as he sees it. If one was to ask him something, they should expect an honest answer. That answer can sometimes lead to situations in which people feel embarrassed with his direct criticisms or praise. Or upset with him over an answer they didn't want to hear. If the situation calls for it, his way of being tactful is usually not to speak at all.
The second is the way he acts. Were his personality brighter, one might call him an ally of justice. He finds all kinds of liars, scammers, cheaters, and thugs irksome. He will always call out this kind of activity if he sees it, and will readily stand up to defend even complete strangers in need. Though he doesn't go looking for trouble, it often finds him in one way or another - and he is more than willing to defend himself, too.
The third is how he handles his feelings. That being he doesn't. He isn't a cold person who keeps an emotionless face on (its easy to tell if he's annoyed or in a good mood if anyone bothered to try and look), but more like his emotions are downplayed subconsciously. He bottles everything up, and eventually that bottle will break. Nagomu's most genuine expressions of emotions come in the form of outbursts. They can be violent, as was the situation with his suspension last year, or they can be positive like a declaration of love. Once the "bomb" goes off, it takes a little time for Nagomu to wall off his feelings again.
Bio:
Nagomu's youth could easily be summed up by one word: unstable. It was easy to think that he was an introvert because of his lack of close friends and hobbies, but as a kid it was hard to get invested in thing when you never knew when you'd be wrenched away. His family moved around a lot, jumping from city to city and even province to province - and the reason for these relocations was always Nagomu's father, Koyama Kosuke.
"For new job opportunities," he'd say, but more often than not it was to escape his gambling debt. More than just a gambling addict, the Koyama patriarch was a drunk and lecher that made Nagomu's home life unpleasant to say the least. Unpleasant and incredibly chaotic. The household's atmosphere and finances swung back and forth as wildly as the man's mood. Some months they live off of konbini meals and dwindling savings, in others an incredible windfall saw a fully stocked fridge, paid bills, and new electronics and appliances to replace the old ones that had to be sold. Some days Nagomu and his mother were lavished with gifts, attention and platitudes, while others they walk on eggshells while Kosuke pretended he has no wife and probably couldn't care less if his son never came home again - might even prefer it that way. Needless to say, the older Nagomu got the less patience and respect he had for the man.
Nagomu's mother's role in all of this is as his best friend. Unlike her husband she always puts her son first. They are each other's confidants, and helping her out is one of the few reasons Nagomu would willingly miss a club practice. It's for her sake that Nagomu does his best not to antagonize his father and try to keep the household peaceful when possible. But building stress needed an outlet.
Kendo was that outlet... eventually. The Nagomu before kendo was a bit of a weird one, unwilling to open up to other kids about himself but trying to connect via slightly out of date media. And though his stern expression was intimidating when paired with his dyed hair, he didn't mind helping people out when asked. Delinquents sometimes picked fights with him, and he always obliged them too. It was surprisingly useful for letting off steam.
Kendo came into the picture during his third year of middle school. Though not one to usually involve himself in school clubs, Nagomu was roped into watching a demonstration of the school's small kendo club while they were campaigning for new members. When he ended up signing on, it wasn't entirely on a whim. The discipline and control on display appealed to him something fierce. He kept at it, and though he wasn't a prodigy or secret kendo genius by any means, the sport seemed to be a good fit for him. The consistent kata practice was calming, and the strict rules involved were grounding.
He applied to the nearby Akimitsu Academy specifically for their kendo programs, though with his grades always having been mediocre at best he wasn't exactly optimistic about his chances. Surprisingly though, he was accepted. Of course, his family up and moved before the start of his first year there, making for a fairly long commute by train, but Nagomu decided to make the trek every day instead of choosing another school.
Now he is returning to high school for his second year after having been suspended for the last few months of his first. The situation surrounding the suspension is the subject of a few rumors, but seeing as the other student involved transferred schools and Nagomu himself is tight-lipped about it, the truth remains unknown to all but a seldom few.
Kendo:
Nagomu isn't as experienced with kendo as many other members of the club. At just about one and a half years worth of practicing, he has yet to test for first dan. What he lacks in experience he makes up for in single-minded dedication to the sport. He is often at the dojo longer than his peers, and focuses intently on learning and perfecting each lesson. It may seem that Nagomu is very passionate about kendo due to this behavior, but that isn't really the truth. Sure he likes it well enough, and he's good at it, but he started kendo for a simple, but wholly different reason: to instill self-discipline in himself. For that purpose kendo was perfect, and being a martial art it let him physically de-stress at the same time.
Nagomu's kendo style is extremely conventional. His basics, kata, stances, and the like are some of the most solid in the whole club. Repetition after repetition has driven the "correct" way to move into his body, making his matches more like... math equations. Problems with one solution. "If my opponent moves like that, then I should move like this." This makes Nagomu a strong opponent against those of similar skill level, but weak to the improvisation that more experienced kendoka, or even just unconventional people, employ.
Because of his traditional, steadfast way of kendo he currently serves in the chuken role for the team. His stance is always the basic chudan. Despite his appearance, and perhaps his more basic instincts, he tends to favor a more defensive style. This was developed early on, as not to put too much undue stress on rented or borrowed equipment. Now, it just works. It's very hard to break his posture. Of course he is no slouch in fighting aggressively either, but his by-the-books moves make him a fairly easy read.
Other:
He started bleaching his hair in middle school after hearing people say he was really starting to resemble his old man. Being compared to "that bum" his one of Nagomu's biggest pet peeves.
His grades are middling, seeing periods where he consistently scores high or low. The last testing period they started slipping again.
He is a pretty good cook! Not that he's cooked for any classmates before.
I don't watch a lot of anime anymore, more of a manga person. But I did watch Bocchi the Rock recently and it was alright. There was clearly a lot of love put into it. Before that I watched Sarazanmai last year. Oh! And I did watch Ranking of Kings which I loved but felt the ending was really weird, brought an otherwise really good series down. Currently I'm rewatching the first two seasons of Mob before watching season 3 (but I did already read the manga).
As for manga, I read what I could find of Bucket List of the Dead ahead of the anime. I did the same with Jigokuraku when it's anime got announced. Also recently read The Summer Hikaru Died, and Fujimoto's two oneshots Look Back and Goodbye Eri.
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TBH, I need to get around to watching that sometime.
I tend to miss out on Japanese adaptions of western media, like the PPG anime. Flies completely under the radar until I surprise myself and go "wait, this actually exists?" Most surprising I can think off the top of my head is that there is actually a Magic Tree House anime film. Never seen it myself, though, but I probably should given how big MTH was during my childhood.
I love seeing those. The Supernatural anime is close to my heart lmao. The Japanese cover of Wayward Son they use as the ending theme is very good.
Location: ＠Ishin Academy Event Hall Interaction: @@Stern Algorithm@TGM@FeyblueIntroductions between the four of them were over by the time Gendou responded to Yoshiba's query. And so, Touko tuned in to his explanation.
He started with laser beams from his eyes. It was a classic and decidedly cool power, one that fit multiple hero archtypes. Touko nodded sagaciously, appraising Gendou. He would definitely need some kind of superhero makeover. With the way he looked now, maybe he should go the edgy route? He could probably pull off a dark aesthetic. Something something 'the power held in my cursed mystic eye'... ah, but both of his eyes shoot lasers. Not quite as fun that way.
He followed up with the ability to 'spawn more eyes,' ones that could float. Unexpected, and a bit hard to imagine, plus it clashed with the mysterious dark laser beam hero she was envisioning. A secret agent type then? The mental picture morphed from a shaggy haired, black cloaked Gendou to one with slicked back hair in a suit and tie, with little eye turrets flitting around him.
And then came the demonstration. She stared at the eyeballs, her own eyes widened. It was far from the grossest thing she'd ever seen (she practically lived online nowadays after all), but it was a surprise. She had never seen someone's eye detached from their body, and now there were a couple floating around, rotating, staring, moist...
"Ehe... freaky," she said, leaning slightly away until the spheres were back in Gendou's head. That was a whole other thing too, were there extra eyes pre-loaded in his skull or what? And how were they controlled? The longer the silence stretched between the group the more curious Touko appeared, replacing her discomfort. Like with Yoshiba's quirk, she imagined the use she could get out of having multiple sets of eyes, but there were more questions surrounding this one.
"How does your brain not overload from the visual input alone?" she asked. It was something that she wrestled with while using her own quirk. However before anything else could be said, the assembly finally got underway. The dean cut an intimidating figure, but before he really got going Touko glanced at the boy seated next to her.
"Tell me later," came her whispered command, and then she sat back properly in seat to listen to the speech. The time to reveal her own quirk, and learn about Kokone's too, would come later. Jeez, I thought opening ceremonies were supposed to be inspiring...
She didn't complain out loud, given it was what she signed up for. After trudging along after her new homeroom teacher, a short woman named Kinzokuma, Touko was pleased to see her assumption was correct: Kokone, Yoshiba, and Gendou were all in the same class as she was. She wasn't as thrilled to see that the pushy girls from earlier that morning were also a part of class 1A. Besides them there were students both tall and small, rough looking girls, pretty boys, and one gigantic shark.
Once they'd seemingly got where they were going and were instructed to drop their things off, Touko let out an "Ugh, finally." She eyed this Inuhara, her gaze turning harsh.
"You'll be careful with everything, right? There's some delicate stuff here... uh, senpai." She tacked on the last word, belatedly realizing she shouldn't risk offending the person that was going to watch over their luggage. It was with some hesitation that she left her bags, slowly dragging herself to follow Kinzokuma-sensei and the rest of the class to the other side of the room.
With nothing to occupy her hands anymore, Touko fidgeted. She wiggled her fingers while her hands hung by her side, though she ended up crossing her arms over her chest when their teacher mentioned they shouldn't feel nervous. Touko didn't feel nervous, and certainly didn't want to give off the impression that she was, so instead she switching to tapping a finger on her arm where they were folded. Rather than a pep talk, I'd rather you share that pineapple, sensei...
Word Count: 359 (+1 exp) Level: 9 - Total EXP: 175/90 Location: Edinburgh MagicaPolis
The flash bomb worked just as well as if he'd been back home facing down a wyvern. Considering it was a toss up on when the parts of this world follow his experiences and logic, the Cadet couldn't keep the grin from his face as Artemis dropped. The stunning light and the fall itself should keep it grounded for long enough to do deal some good damage, if not defeat it altogether.
"Kept me around for a reason right?" he joked to Big Band. The detective and Albedo followed the demon down, intent to get right to work on finishing it off. Not wanting to miss out on that, the Ace Cadet made to join in - but at the edge of the twenty-seventh floor landing he turned back to Frisk and Wonder Red.
"Now's your chance to make sure all of them stay safe," he said, nodding to the unite sword that the masked hero was still holding together. Although dropping from this height to impale the monster with that giant weapon would be pretty epic, he got the sense from Red earlier that using civilians was an emergency thing rather than the norm. Regardless as to what action he and Frisk took, the Cadet gave them both a smile and said, "see ya at the bottom floor."
The hunter pitched himself over the side of the landing to follow the action. He still had the great bow equipped, so rather than go for a melee strike he figured he would let the other two handle that. As he fell and gradually got closer to the ground, he fired the clutch claw at the building's wall a few levels below him. The chain pulled him in and he kicked off the row of bookcases to land on the floor just above the ground level. He stepped up onto the railing with the bow already drawn - it was a good angle, he could see the whole picture from there so he wouldn't be firing blindly. From his viewpoint there wasn't any trace of the weird thing he'd thought he saw in it's abdomen, just a monster writhing on the ground. He shot a couple of arrows into the demon's wings, pining it like a butterfly for good measure while the others finally got up close and personal.
Word Count: 862 (+2 exp) Level: 8 - Total EXP: 109/80 Location: The Under - Ruins 𝙱𝙿 ●●●●●
And so they went, moving through the dripstone cave to the enormous tree trunk on one side of it. As they walked, Primrose was informed of the 'blight,' a parasitic disease identified by an orange glow. Apparently it was something usually found farther down, but they'd seen (and destroyed) a bug infected with the blight in the cave. Though not a single emotion that would give her away showed on her face, Primrose seriously considered the bluggsac in the Ancestral Mound. It hadn't been that much further down, but she had descended to get to it. It had a glow about it, a soft color like a mixture of earth and fire.
Had she run into the blight? Was she carrying it with her right now in the form of that rancid egg? She didn't feel any different... in fact she felt perfectly fine. Her magic reserves were just about fully recovered again, she didn't have wounds to speak of after healing from the battle in the colorless wood, and she certainly didn't feel as if she'd contracted any illness. Concluding that it was a coincidence, she kept the second part of her trek through the Ancestral Mound to herself.
They found the false wall in short order, and a second after that. Through there the group came to a slightly more open area, extending both up and down with twisting branches crossing the space. Primrose breathed in, the air here much less stagnant than the ruins and cave tunnels they'd been in so far.
"Once we're through underground, if we find our way back here we could burn through the brambles and climb the branches to the surface," she observed, turning away from the thorny ceiling and making a mental note of it herself. That would come much later though, for now they had to go down both to find the other mask pieces and reunite with their friends. Although speaking of the latter...
"It's obvious that the others didn't come through here," she said, giving voice to what the the rest of her party were probably thinking. She glanced back at the chest, knowing that even if the other group of Seekers had passed it up for some reason that Therion would not have left any treasure un-plundered. If it's worth locking up it's worth taking, she could imagine him saying. "But perhaps we'll find a shortcut to wherever they really went."
She let some of the other Seekers descend first, following after them by floating down gently to whichever branches she thought could hold her. More than a foot taller than normal and with more muscle mass after her fusions, she had to keep in mind that she wasn't as light as she once was. The scenery in the great hollow wasa whole lot of the same: bark, branches, dreary gray light. So as she descended, she drifted towards anything that happened to catch her eye. The first of which was a small something that caught the dull light, lodged into the side of one of the massive trunks. When she approached, she found that it was just a shard of glass.
Curious. She glanced around but found no other pieces. Perhaps a part of some implement dropped by someone while traversing the hollow, shattered once it connected with the tree? Primrose pulled the shard from the wood, tossing it down below her where a large lizard creature was in her path. The glass clinked against the branch before falling farther down, drawing the attention of the reptile. She floated down by it while it was distracted, then kept going.
There was still a long way down. The dancer's next stop, after avoiding a few more of the basilisks, was another shiny thing she spotted from the corner of her eye. She floated over to it, half-expecting it to be the same glass shard that she flung down there. Instead she found a beetle, one that looked more or less normal save for its shimmering shell. It crawled slowly over the face of some carved helm, resting in a nook where branch met tree trunk. Even more curious, she thought to herself, running her hand gently along the helmet's features. It was a little rusted, but not too bad. That wide bowl on its head... a ritual mask, perhaps? Not wanting to discount anything they found as mere coincidence, she lifted the helm and stashed it with the rest her pack, along with the little beetle that had stowed away inside the helmet's face.
Continuing down, she didn't spot much more of interest on her chosen route. At some point she got a bit tired of avoiding enemies, and so she swapped to a more direct route. She still kept to the stronger looked branches, but ambushed any unsuspecting mushroom creatures with dagger and magic from above. Any that had been caught alone were quickly defeated, and she left their spirits where they came to rest. Those fungal humanoids that traveled in pairs saw one or both of them shoved from the branches if they dared get too close the dancer while she waited for her scarf to recharge. This way was faster going, if only slightly, and eventually she made it to the ground to regroup with her comrades.
What a fun fucking movie. It's no masterpiece but I liked it, the choreography was good, humor was good, the "fate" theme came together while watching it (some of it pointed out with a heavy hand and some just subtle things you have to find yourself). Worth a watch if you're into silly action movies.
Word Count: 675 (+1 exp) Level: 9 - Total EXP: 174/90 Location: Edinburgh MagicaPolis
"For now!" the Ace Cadet called back as Wonder Red appeared on the scene to join the battle.
As it turned out, ranged offense was not this team's strong point. It was as the Cadet expected, so since he actually had the means to deal consistent damage to the demon he put all the effort he could muster into his bow. Draw, shoot, draw, shoot, draw, shoot. With Artemis floating still in the air between bouts of movement it made an easier target than expected, but it was also tougher than it looked.
Gonna have to drag it down, he thought, leaping over the horizontal laser spread. If he was successful then once it crashed the melee fighters could move right in and pummel it, since at the moment they were reduced to throwing whatever they could at the thing. To that end the Cadet made to pop the paralysis arrow coatings in. Seeing as Artemis would rather block than dodge, it would make applying the status that much easier. Unfortunately while he was in the middle of getting the coatings set up, Artemis' body segments split off and started shooting. He dove out of the line of fire of one of the makeshift turrets, but the other caught him while he was mid roll. He let out a soft oof as he fell the rest of the short way to the ground.
"Wasn't expecting that," he grumbled, jumping back up and into action. The shot was painful but not debilitating, even without his regular armor. He could probably afford to get a little reckless then. The Cadet grinned.
A few well placed great arrows took care of the 'turrets.' A few more peppered the demon's body until Band and Albedo made their move. At that point the Cadet pulled a device from his bag, and the metal pieces of his slinger popped out into their half-claw, half-anchor shape. He didn't need to rely on a chance for paralysis to take the demon down, he had a few other tricks up his sleeve.
He didn't get the chance to try them just yet. Artemis smashed through a walkway on its way to get to Band, then kept on going until there were two bridges destroyed. The Cadet sucked in a sharp breath, managing to keep steady while the floor shook and threatened to give way. This thing was not playing fair.
After that Red stated his intention to evacuate the people trapped up there with them. "Got it!" the Cadet called back to him. His eyes flickered over to Frisk and her shield, then to where Albedo had been flung and where Big Band was buried. He didn't know the former at all, and though he hardly knew the latter much more he did know the detective was made of tougher stuff, so he wouldn't be out of the fight just yet. "I think I'm starting to get a read on it anyway. Let's see if we can bring it down to earth!"
Of course right after he'd said that, Artemis unleashed a new attack. This laser looked stronger than the others, so the Cadet steered well clear of it. The clutch claw was already primed, so when it swept close to him he fired the grappling hook above to one of the few remaining chandeliers, taking him above the danger. While he dangled there, he chucked the device he'd withdrawn earlier in the demon's direction.
"Flash bomb!" he called out, giving the others a heads up about what was about to happen. He didn't know if the eyes on Artemis' wings were actually functional, but it had to see somehow - maybe if they were lucky it would blind the demon, or at least take out a chunk of its sight. The bomb went off in a flash of light.
The Cadet dropped back to the floor, already preparing to get his clutch claw into Artemis itself if that didn't bring it down - or its own laser courtesy of Wonder Red didn't do the job.
Word Count: 1787 (+3 exp) Level: 8 - Total EXP: 107/80 Location: The Under - Ruins 𝙱𝙿 ●●●●●
Primrose was glad to see that the shaman was indeed as friendly as he'd appeared to be. Perhaps 'appeared' isn't the right word, she thought to herself, given his scarce attire seemed to be made of insectoid skulls, or maybe masks resembling skulls. It was hard to tell. Either way, he was chatty and answered her questions with no qualms, which she appreciated.
It turned out that he hadn't seen the other group come by. That didn't mean that they hadn't taken this route, but it was looking a lot less likely. Primrose figured that there would have been some trace of them by now. A clue deliberately left, the coincidental signs of a scuffle, or even foot prints in the dirt. But there was nothing, and no witnesses.
How odd, the dancer mused. Have we missed something? I doubt that map maker would try fooling us, but then again...
After a moment the shaman spoke up again, informing her of a secret passageway. Honestly, she doubted that if their friends came by this way that they would have found and taken such a route, but it was something.
Primrose smiled at the shaman. "Is that so? Thank you for the heads up."
On the topic of the food that the Confessor wanted, the helpful stranger suggested she venture further. His description was the exact opposite of what Jiji had said, but seeing as she didn't have any leads on that subject either she figured she could give it a look. Maybe something 'putrid' is what she should be looking for, if Jiji was the kind of bug that fed on that type of thing.
As the shaman himself had said, a friendly face was rare. Primrose was grateful to run into him, and she thanked him again before turning to leave. As she did, the diminutive stranger caught her eye. It seemed he had one last thing to impart to her. She raised a brow at his words. Intuitive fellow. The magic he held out to her she regarded curiously.
"I have nothing to give you in return," she told the shaman honestly. He didn't mind at all, and it didn't take much more prompting for Primrose to accept the offer. She reached out to take hold of the spell.
When she touched it, she got a sense of the kind of magic it was. It felt almost as though it was a kindred spirit, an avenger of some sort. She smiled, small and dark. Then the magic seeped into her, overwhelming her. She stumbled, shadows filling her vision as she felt her consciousness go. She was halfway to sinking to the ground when she caught herself, shaking her head and standing upright.
"Potent," she said, bringing a hand to her forehead. The Snail Shaman chuckled, though he seemed pleased.
After bidding him farewell, Primrose continued on into the deeper parts of the Ancestral Mound that he'd indicated. It would, hopefully, be only a quick detour. Then she could return to the Troop and Rubick with news of a safe shortcut. As she ventured on, the dim tunnels did not become anymore welcoming. The sounds of scuttling and wings buzzing echoing told her that there were insects ahead, but she wouldn't have been surprised to find them either way. There were a few flies with long mandibles that looked a lot more dangerous than they actually were, which she dispatched with a flick of her wrist and a burst of flame. Smaller, more harmless bugs crawled along the walls and the floor, though they left Primrose alone and were easily side stepped otherwise.
Soon enough she dropped down into a slightly more spacious area. There was a distinct odor, coming from somewhere still further ahead that Primrose guessed would be the creature the shaman told her about. In her way was a large creature with chitin like plate armor and a mean look in its eye. It stood as tall as a human, at the only other exit to the room than the one above her.
The dancer did not immediately assume that this bug was hostile, though she remained wary nonetheless. Would it be too much to hope for two friendly strangers in the Ancestral Mound? She called out to the Elder Baldur, "I don't suppose you would let me pass?"
The reply came as a spray of poison. The Baldur reared back and then spit up globs of amber liquid, which Primrose was quick to get out of the way of. They splashed against the ground, bubbling ominously. I suppose that answers my question, she thought. She raised her hand, conjuring a flame orb and throwing it back at her attacker. The Baldur curled up tight, becoming an armored ball. The flames struck it and exploded, but besides a slight singe to its chitin shell it appeared no worse for wear.
Primrose hummed, rethinking her strategy. Perhaps the weakened pyromancy wasn't enough, and she should Boost it? Or maybe swap spells altogether. If her magic didn't get through the shell, her dagger wouldn't either - and from there she could see no gaps in the plating to exploit.
As she thought about it, the Baldur uncurled itself and began another poison assault. It stubbornly refused to move from its post, so the dancer weaved her way forward while dodging the blobs it spit at her. When she got close, the Elder Baldur did not swipe or bite at her as she expected it might. Instead, it curled into a ball again. It was confident in its armor, and still large enough to block the passage like this. Even after a few seconds of awaiting a sneak attack, the Baldur didn't budge.
Really? Primrose sighed. Maybe it was less confident, and more cowardly. Even up close she saw no openings for a blade to capitalize on, so she'd stick to her magic. Sooner or later she'd get through the shell, and she hoped it would be sooner. While it wasn't doing anything, this would be a perfect opportunity to test the gift the shaman had given her.
After a brief moment spent focusing, she called the spell to her hand. It looked much the same as it did when the shaman had held it out to her, distinctly different from the way the pyromancy or her native dark magic looked. Primrose thrust her hand forward towards the Baldur, conjuring a spirit that shot forward. It passed completely through the monster, and if the muffled noises of pain were anything to go by it had damaged the Baldur as it went. If the poor thing didn't move it would die just like this, but it only curled up tighter. The dancer decided not to waste any more time and conjuring the vengeful spirit once more, Boosting it's power. This time when it burned through the Baldur it wreaked havoc, destroying it from the inside of its shell. When it crumbled away Primrose picked up its spirit and moved on.
There wasn't much more to the Ancestral Mound's depths. However, if there had been a labyrinth awaiting her Primrose was fairly certain she could have found her way to the center by following her nose alone. The closer she got to whatever it was, the strong the smell grew. It was definitely the stench of carrion, so not 'nice' at all - she only continued because she'd come this far anyway.
The source of the smell was not a corpse as might be expected, but a strange cluster that subtly undulated. It did nothing as Primrose approached, an arm curled over her face in a futile effort to lessen the odor. This must be the 'putrid yet placid creature.'
Well whatever these are, they are round... Gingerly, Primrose poked one of the sacs. And they are soft. They seem to be filled with something, so they must burst too. But the smell... I'm close to gagging. Could this really be what she wants?
There was no harm in taking it even if it wasn't. Besides the smell, which she hoped to find a solution for eventually. She reached out and took hold of one of the fluid sacs, trying to gently pull it from the creature. It remained firmly lodged in its host, even after she put more force into it. So the comment about carving it was literal.
Primrose withdrew her dagger. She raised it up, but hesitated a moment and cast her gaze at the blade. The Azelhart family motto stared back at her. She felt a little guilty about dirtying the blade like this, digging out some monster's guts... but it would be worth it if Jiji was the real deal.
When she plunged the dagger into the Bluggsac's flesh, it shivered and spit something out from the top of it. Then to the dancer's surprise it simply died, deflating until it rested completely the cave floor and disintegrated. Primrose turned her attention to the thing it spit up, taking it in her hands. It looked like one of the sacs on its body, but more egg-shaped a little denser. Still rounded, still soft, and a bit squishy.
Hopefully this egg would do. Primrose set her pack in front of her and dug through it, withdrawing the water resistant robe she'd gotten at that temple oasis in the desert. She wiped the dagger clean with it and then wrapped the egg up tightly, half for protection and half to try and staunch its stink. With her little side quest done, it was time to be getting back. On her way out Primrose decided to take the spirit of the strange sac creature, hoping that if it was this egg that the Confessor wanted in return for her service, perhaps she could get a second one by crushing its spirit.
Primrose picked her way back through the tunnels, ending up back at the shaman's shack. He was no where to be seen, no longer standing on its steps, so Primrose moved on. She made her way back to the fork, and then back to the wide cavern's entrance. She caught the very tail end of some commotion and figured that more bugs had wandered too close to them, or them to the bugs. Either way it appeared to be handled. Primrose walked over to the other Seekers, giving a nod of greeting to the little furry warrior Teemo.
"I have some news," she said to group at large. "Not about the others, but a safer passageway through this area."
And while she went over her meeting with the Snail Shaman and the secret path he'd told her about, they could fill her in on what she'd missed.
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