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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 6:36 pm
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Lorata lagged behind, hesitating more at the sight of glass without a power to shield herself with. Hemera had gone right through, and there were children coming out from the other side, and now she was close enough to hear it all. Oh glub, what had happened in there to cause this? Hallucinations? She hadn't thought Eridia was like this.
"Outside," she called to the children, as if they weren't probably already well ahead of her, then she grit her teeth and pulled her arms up to cover as much of her vitals as she could. This was going to be the opposite of fun. Hoping that some of the shards had been displaced by Hemera's entrance, she pushed through the same path.
When she came through, bloodied and hissing in pain, she moved to stand at Hemera's side, trying to take in as much of the situation as she could. It was...something, alright. How would a hero handle this? She pushed down the pain to stand at her full height, weighed her options, and decided at the call of the boy being held hostage. A hero would go right to the root of the problem.
"Gerard Rutven!" She lifted a bloody hand to point at the ghost, stepping more to the side to allow Hemera to handle Eridia for now. "I'd like to have a word."
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 6:47 pm
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"I don't plan on dying anytime soon..." Acteon grabbed onto Guouli's arm, unmoving for a bit. They let him hold them back, although they didn't think they would run to their lusus. Still dazed from all of that, they stared vacantly. Even as things went further and further into a less and less fun pit, they couldn't just run away like the other children. Shots were fired, knives thrown. Trolls tried to restrain Eridia. But they couldn't leave. Their lusus staggered on thin, dainty legs and was in no condition to try to break through the shard wall. Blood continued to seep from his wounds. Even if he protected them... They couldn't leave. They were too young to be orphaned by a ghost.
They shook their head, sticking close to the blueblood. He wasn't a friend or anything like that but where would they go? There weren't any safe places, and this was the most able bodied teenager in the group. Somehow.
When Glamis said he was calling back up, they had no idea what to expect. More teenagers arrived, one covered in ice, and a seadweller. These two were military if they remembered correctly. Could they manage to stop their rampaging colleague, or disrupt the ghost and his shards of glass?
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 6:57 pm
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Children, although threatened, were trying to mediate the situation. Impressive, in a way, but... Not their job. Especially not now. And especially talking to more experienced trolls like herself in such a way.
"I need everyone to stand down." Everything was hectic and a greenblood, recognizable in attire and figure... Sephos! They had gone this long without talking? Oops. But- he was attacking Eridia, though his efforts could only escalate the situation, as far as she was concerned. "Officers such as Lieutenant Gorgos and myself, and older trolls coming onto the scene will handle this. Eridia."
All attention for the threatening purpleblood. And Lorata, bloody from a run-in with the glass, seemed to be working on Gerard.
Okay. It was her turn to try to deal with this. "Gerard Rutven is dead. His time here is over. You were assigned to this seance to find closure and have him and yourself move on." She noted Eridia's dress. Different from before. Very nice, even. She could connect some dots from that.
"I wanted to trust that you would be able to handle it on your own. I did not want to have to come in here, away from my own seance, because you fell under his influence again. Eridia..." Hemera sighed. She was clearly disappointed on some level, and also...sad about how this turned out. "You can still come back from this. Gerard's time is over, but yours is only beginning. You made a life for yourself, you started your own product line. You climbed to sergeant rank in the military. There was so much you were able to to without Gerard. So much before your eyes filled in! And there's plenty more you can do, and you can start here, by letting the child go and helping us with the job we were given. Just... Please. Please, Eridia. I don't want to fight you."
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 7:03 pm
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Captain Kursha Vidari
Bang! Bang!
Over the sounds of panic and confusion, two shots rang out. A dark, purple hole appeared in Eridia's hand, and another in her skirt at the knee. Leaning against where the doorframe used to be, Kursha hovered outside the ring of glass. The rifle rested against his shoulder, the muzzle of which still smoked from the discharge. He glared across the whirlwind of death, his mouth in a tight scowl.
“The next one will be in your thinkpan,” he said. Thank god Flydra had been able to patch him up, even if only temporarily. He had a feeling he was going to regret playing the hero later. He raised his voice. “Everyone else take cover, until Mr. Rutven has settled down!”
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 7:03 pm
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Static Charge
Static heard the alert, and then saw the Captain get up. "Oh no" he thought to himself. Kursha was one of those trolls that did things, even when they were in serious pain and injury, which seemed like it lead to more pain and injury. The blueblood kept up with the Greenblood. Neither of them were really in a condition to help with any of this, but well, Kursha was a military troll that was for sure. "Captain!" The blueblood said as he caught up to the greenblood. He heard the shots fire, and he paled. This seance had turned even bloodier than Schard's.
"Captain, glub!" The blueblood said as he ran to check the greenblood. "I mean, nice shot, but good glub!" The purpleblood might have been neutralized, but the ghost was not. Static ran up to the ethereal thing and did the only thing he really could. He sparked. Big spikes of lightning ran to the ghost. Sure, it probably would not hurt the guy, but maybe a different type of energy would cancel something out?
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 7:20 pm
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Quella Fehtan
Quella glanced at the shards of glass blocking the entrance to the east outgrowth. Sharp and hard, like hungry teeth. The blueblood could feel something otherworldly here. She swatted aside a flying shard as she ducked her body through the doorframe, but ended up sliced and bloodied regardless. There was just too much Quella and too little door.
The hunter stepped into a scene out of a madhouse, her commanding officer trying to talk down a bloodstained Eridia, and a glowing... well, she didn't know what it was. Something big and glowy. And yelling.
Quella didn't know quite what to do about that, so she joined Hemera facing Eridia instead. The blueblood had already tried to talk down the highblood once, but now it looked like she was really going off the deep end, shouting and screaming at the tealblood. Eridia sounded desperate. Something was definitely wrong here. Quella put her foot down with a resounding stomp. The least she could do was back up Hemera, if it came to it.
"I don't know anything about Gerard, but I do know that the Eridia I know doesn't need help from anyone. Because she isn't weak." Quella pointed at the highblood, a scornful tone in her voice. "You gonna stand there and let some old ghost take over you? Cause if you can't keep control of yourself, maybe it's time I find someone who can." the huge blueblood gave Hemera a wink. "Just say the word, boss. I got your back."
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 7:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 7:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 7:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 7:43 pm
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Chiara Moteku Zindel Tagino Gerard Summoning Juggalo words were racing around Chiara's mind as she tried to contain things. Expletives, all of them, as she watched drips of blue escape her bindings. She almost had it contained. Her arm stopped bleeding, at least, so that was a good thing. She wrapped it up more, just in case. She saw the drops of blue on the ground, and she tried to cover them up in dirt, or other blood.... there sure was a lot of blood, and not much of it was hers even. Her adrenaline turned to panic, and she started to shake. Glob she had to do something. Something.
Then a beast came over, and Chiara froze. Was it out to get her? Spot her out? The lusus seemed friendly, and against her better wishes, Chiara grabbed onto the lusus, hiding herself against it while she patched herself up more, stuffing the blue stained cloth into her pockets to hide it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 7:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 7:57 pm
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At this point, Gerard was smiling from spongeclot to spongeclot. The blood shed at his expense was delightful. He put his hands together in delight as more trolls stepped through the precipice of the room. Very clever, using a shield to get through.
He looked at the original target of his ire, and narrowed his eyes. Gerard’s smile twisted into a grotesque frown, his silhouette becoming raggedy and flickering once as he registered what he saw. “What is this. You filth, bleeding blue? Hiding below your station? Masochistic fool. Look at you squirming!”
And once again, he laughed. “Now everyone is here to witness this! I’m… Legendary!” The tone of his voice had reached a shriek. To Lorata, he waved. “Royalty in my presence? Darling, you have my attention! Please, relax! The fun has just begun~!”
Shots rang out. Gerard gasped as purple blood billowed from Eridia’s wounds. “No!” He roared. His form twisted and twitched. The lightning struck him, causing him to jerk backwards with a hiss.
“Eridia, sweetling, you’ve done well, but your companions still refuse to understand us. This is it! This… Ends...”
He raised an arm, which seemed to warp and fritz out. The energy in the room was palpable now - glass shards quivering in their place in the air, and Gerard’s ghost practically glowing. A look of anger flashed across his features, and then a slash grew across his face that refused to re-grow. Red streaks began to bloom across the tiled floors.
Then, the sound of crying.
Gerard’s eyes opened wide, as though he was stopped in place - startled. His legs jerked, slipping backwards before he buckled over and began to lose form. Gerard’s skull dropped to the ground and shattered with the rest of his glass arsenal.
And the mansion shook.
“Ready for extraction. Gather your injured, subdue any traitors, and return at once. ” The cool, collected voice of Glamis filtered through the multiple radios now present in one room.
The form that had taken place where Gerard was floating was unlike any discernible trollian shape. It billowed, screamed, cried and moaned. Its shape rippled, heat waves and limbs pushing in and out.
The floor under you collapses.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 8:01 pm
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