[EVENT LOG]

[majorarc]

Who: The World, The Fool, Minions and YOU
When: January 21-26
Where: The Castle
What: Talking at first, then it seems a fight breaks out.
Warnings: Death, violence and other such things



Forcefully, you are pulled from the denizen world and deposited back into your room. The World speaks to the island as a whole and tells you to come to the castle immediately, that something's wrong and she needs your help. It's possible that it's a trick, but it doesn't seem like it by the tone of her voice...

Once you are there, she meets you with The Fool, who has been with her for awhile now. Even he looks a little nervous.

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FIGHT THREAD

[minions]

[ Upon opening the castle, the minions are there in thousands. The World immediately summons every kind of weapon she can think of to help you in the fight, so good luck! This is where you take control. Fight with your friends but remember, they seem to be a little bit stronger this time...]

[gordianknots]

[Waver takes a beat to look at the amount of minions, roughly calculates the number of actual people around, and snorts. This is a set up for failure if he's ever seen one, and at this point, he is done.

He turns and starts walking away.]

[entreats]

[ Don't mind that bullet being shot right in front of your feet, Waver.. ]

What do you think you're doing? [ It's honestly more curious than anything else, not like she's really going to stop him if he wants to go, but this was the easiest way to try and pull his attention.. And yes, she's casually holding a gun. She's not even going to try traditional weapons, okay. ]

[gordianknots]

[FOR FUCK'S SAKE ANGE. He jumps at it, and damnit, now his ears are ringing from the noise. So if Waver's voice is louder, he's making sure he can hear himself.]

I know a fight that'll fail when I see it, and I'm not watching a mass slaughter.

[entreats]

[ SORRY SHE DOES WHAT SHE WANTS AND IS RATHER.. SPECIAL.. AT TIMES. ]

You can leave if you want, but I'm sure not leaving. Not like that's going to help either, so then I might as well go down in.. [ .. she rolls her eyes a little. ] Well, as Amakusa would call it, a < cool > way.

[gordianknots]

[He sighs.]

I wouldn't call it cool, I'd call it extremely fucking stupid. With no prep time, no time to assess everyone's combat skills, this is going to just--

[He gestures in the place of words. It isn't that Waver knows nothing of how to fight - taking apart the Grail had resulted in a nasty war that he was practically in charge of - but knowing when to walk away is what he thinks is a greater strength.

Which is not to say he's hilariously wrong, but, you know.]

[entreats]

You know I'm not optimistic enough to say we can actually beat all of them or whatever. There's too many of them.

[ She admits it. But honestly, Ange's always been a deathseeker. Not that this is part of that, this is more.. ] .. but I don't want to just run away and sit back again. I at least want to do something. [ A shrug. ] Good luck though, hope it does you good.

[gordianknots]

[Waver nods, offering an open ended shrug.]

I hope I'm proven wrong. And uhm, you know, you've completely screwed up my hearing. Don't shoot that thing at people you're trying to talk to.

[femininetomboy]

A sword... That's good.

[ ... well no. Madoka stares at the object in her hand, rather puzzled. It seems to match her in size and it's better than the other things around, but this is still not her area of expertise. Her hands are shaking a bit, but her expression is forcedly determined. She wouldn't just run and hide this time around, she owed her friends this much. ]

E-except I'm not so sure how to handle one.

[entreats]

Just swing it. [ Of course there's only one person who would give such deadpan advice.. but Ange seems awfully calm considering the situation. In her hand she's holding a gun, she's not even going to bother with traditional weapons herself. ]

.. Are you sure you want to do this though?

[femininetomboy]

[ Yeah, swing it and not accidentally hit one of your allies - that's good advice. Madoka thinks she can do this, but it'll need a few moments before she can be sure. She's not so sure she will even have those moments here. But any sort of firearm seems even more impossible to her. Somehow traditional fighting seemed less cruel, despite the fact that she might have actually figure out a gun much faster. Directed at Ange, she gives a nod. ]

I've ran away a bit too often in these fights. I won't hinder anyone, I'll just support from the background.

[entreats]

It has nothing do with being a hinder or anything.

[ When she says that, her tone is obviously much softer, as if she isn't really waiting for any of the others noticing her being nice to the other girl. Like it's a secret. ]

It's got to do with not getting hurt. We'll do the heavy work as much as we can.

[femininetomboy]

[ Madoka nodded again. Ange had a way of calming her down with her care very easily. It was so easy to rely on someone who rarely ever showed any doubt and always sounded so upright and determined. ]

We'll get through this. Good luck, Ange.

[entreats]

.. Yeah. We will. [ She's not sure of it herself. Honestly, part of her is convinced she might just die here.. but on the other hand, she doesn't care. She's too tired of doing nothing, too tired of the Rulers to not fight. It's what makes her cling onto her gun more and nod at the other girl. ]

So I'll see you again later for sure.

[ And with those words she's already stepping away again to go face them head on. ]

open!

[solitarynuvola]

[ Oh my. He hadn't participated in any of the talks with the World, and he was almost thinking that it was too boring, until they'd waltzed into the castle proper. Now this - this was what he excelled at.

The vaguely humanoid blob of light on the very edges of the crowd walks forward calmly, ignores the weapons summoned by the World, and casually darts straight into the gathering of minions as an arrow of light, tossing the enemies every which way, against walls, straight up into the air (and they land on the ground with sickening thuds), and out windows. Look at that - he's already taken out a good sized portion. But there are still plenty of prey left. ]

[entreats]

[ ... Huh. Seems like there's at least someone capable of being a little efficient here, huh.. Ange was shooting the minions with a gun she grabbed, but for a moment she's distracted, staring at the blob instead as it clears the enemies, her eyes a little wider than usually but she still seems reasonably calm, everything considered. ]

[solitarynuvola]

[ Said blob of light soon sends out a sweeping wave of fire into the midst of the minions, hot enough to completely incinerate their very bones, but thankfully somehow still passing over whoever's unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on your point of view) to be in the enemy's camp, leaving them unharmed. But it's still hot enough to instantly evaporate any water left in the air, leaving it bone dry and probably very discomforting.

A moment later, though, the light shimmers and merges back into what looks to be a human, albeit still glowing brightly. Ange might be able to recognize Hibari (or maybe not, because his hair's gone completely golden) when he looks around to assess the state of things, catches a glimpse of Ange (even with her physical changes), and inclines his head just a fraction, before flicking out his tonfa, lighting them up with his own violet Flames, and leaping back into the fray to take out more enemies. Best not go near him. ]

[entreats]

[ She's still staring, and it's only because of that that she's able to tell who it is - it takes moments because of the difference in looks and because of the fact that she's never seen his powers before, or even knew he had powers like this.

Ange is smart enough to keep her distance, but even so, there's a sense of.. well, near awe in the way she watches it. A minion starts bothering her too, but with a few shots from the gun she picked up she takes care of it so she can watch again. ]

.. Guess Waver wasn't entirely right after all. [ She's saying it mostly to herself, but it's oud loud and audible. ]

I'm sorry this is so late!

[solitarynuvola]

Right about what? [ Suddenly he's right next to her - probably uncomfortably close, what with the heat radiating off him (though he himself is at a distance that would normally be considered a little far for conversation). He's not distracted much by the conversation though, merrily taking out enemies as he waits for her answer. ]

[entreats]

[ It tintles on her skin, even though he's over there she can still feel the heat - it's why she's smart enough to not take another step in his direction, instead standing where she is at the moment - and shooting one or two of those creature as well as he talks. ]

He said there's no way we'd be able to do anything against them. [ And yet she stayed here to fight.. ]

[solitarynuvola]

Then why did you stay? [ She looked more the type to consider the situation and act accordingly, but since she'd stayed, she must've thought they'd at least had some sort of chance against the minions, right... ]

open

[serpente]

[ Mukuro hasn't had any trouble at all getting used to his rather...unique situation: his body has become half-snake, half-man after being pulled from the world behind the door. This added on top of his new ability to rot whatever he touches with his hands, the dry scales that cover most of his torso and threaten to creep up his neck, and the venom which drips from his fangs (which can now retract, thankfully). It's a pretty damn awesome set-up, he thinks. Even though his experiments in his new body have meant his bedroom ends up destroyed and foul-smelling.

Fighting these stronger minions though gives him a chance to really unleash the traits that he's been given. Those minions who don't die from his hands fall quickly to his venomous bites or his long, thick coiled tail that functions as his new lower half. He's meant to be a basilisk, but right now he looks more like a lamia.

Laughing delightedly, he throws himself at another knot of minions with a loud hiss, tongue flickering, slit pupil eyes gleaming. ]

[deceases]

[ He really doesn't want to do this. It seems so stupid and useless and.. really, they're just going to be tossed around again, right? Isn't that what always happens? They try their best, go a step forwards, and then are forced to take two back.

Always.

But still, he doesn't just want to lie down and take all of this either, so Natsuno did grab a sword, and in the end he's even trying to chop down as many of the minions he can reach, a strangely determined look on his face compared to how bored he normally seems. ]

[destructiveprinciples]

[ Please tune for the Mass Minion Slaughter Spisode, Avenger Edition.

What that means is: he cheerfully testing out the extents of these new-fangled demonic powers by summoning his favored two daggers, and mowing down every single minion he can reach, occasionally blasting them with hurts of light or fire or even better, both at once. It's a pleasant change to be the powerful one for once.

Basically, picking up after this mess was a pain, but being immediately provided with willing test dummies? That was swell and he was willing to take advantage the crowd of canon fodder laid out in front of them. ]

Open to all

[bluesteelranger]

It's time. Although not fond of it, Renne does what is necessary, as a survivalist. Whether or not others come to fight alongside him is unknown as he takes up a pair of short swords. Moving into the fray, he silently wishes he could at least utilize the more physical aspects of his nature but that's simply not available. So he makes do.

"Come on. I will take you all on."