Being called a coward really meant nothing to Bazzite. Instead, someone with a powered starseed was offering themselves up even as someone else ran away from the battlefield. No matter. The squire then suddenly... the youma had to squint. Where'd the wind come from? Why did everything suddenly sound so loud?
Did someone call a train?
No matter. Squinting, the youma could still see the whirlwind of a man standing somewhere in front of him. With a roar, Bazzite launched himself at Sessrumnir, intent on either ripping off his head or at least smacking him around enough so the youma could think. Were all knights this loud and obnoxious??
Both claws were raised in an offer to slice Sessrumnir to bits. After he was finished with this one's starseed, he'd go for the others and devour the remaining civilians last, like after-dinner mints. Bazzite smiled inwardly. What an excellent dinner plan!
Guine
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Quicksilver the Archangel
Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 8:36 pm
Ovaltine gasped, a breathless sound lost in the tumultuous cacophony surrounding the building. The calm following the storm shattered, giving rise to another substantial, whirling gust of energy and emotion and evisceration that she simply could not weather on her own. The sheer shock from some monstrosity exploding out of the withered skin of a civilian was far too much to bear - even as she tried to steady herself, tried to talk herself through what she was witnessing and the absolute, desperate lengths the captain went through to ensure these events would unfold - she could not hold herself steady any longer.
With an absent shriek, a gaping, silent exclamation for all the pain and ache and misery she withstood over the past hours, Ovaltine lost her footing.
And she tumbled. And her ankle cracked against the lip of the building. And a sill barely escaped her grasp.
And she fell.
In the ceaseless moments she spent adrift in thin air, peering upward toward buildings that stretched toward the sky, higher and higher, she found that her mind could no longer process the absolute devastation that the night wrought on her existence.
And she came to accept it.
In those moments, ephemeral as they were, she learned her surroundings so well that she wondered if she'd always been suspended like this, ever approaching the ground. She knew the cracked mortar that zigzagged up the building on her left, and the old, disheveled bricks barely held into place. She knew the chips on the corner of the building, where the weather finally impacted the iron-rich stone. She knew the recently replaced window on the fifth floor in the building to her right, and the window just adjacent to it harbored water residue from many years of improper sealing. She knew the worn surface at the center of the sill, where someone often leaned out the window to watch the cars beneath.
And she knew the stories behind these two buildings, as well as they knew her in the passing seconds.
Seconds that slipped like molasses in a cold winter day.
They knew she owned three dogs, all from the same litter, that she couldn't find homes for as a child. They knew she aspired to become a hairdresser, because of her passions in chemistry and countenance. They knew her heart stirred like leaves in a storm for a single boy that sat near her in English class, a knight's move away from her desk, who never hardly talked and never deigned to look at her, though she always left some token for him carved atop the desk. And perhaps, most important of all, they knew her motivations, the true reasoning behind her machinations there.
She never screamed. Didn't need to. Sometimes death was an unceremonious affair. Her captain told her of its inevitabilities, didn't he? That if someone were to die, nothing would change that fact? So this was it.
A car alarm sounded, following the heavy shatter of splintered glass and broken bones. The hood caved in, legs splayed out within the cabin. She didn't choke on her blood, for there were no lungs left with which to sputter.
So ceased the story of Ovaltine.
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RIP Ovaltine! Thanks everyone for playing! Feel free to finish things out here!
Oh Ovaltine Q_Q Thanks elza!
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Guine
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 12:38 am
Pasiphae watched without a word as Ovaltine tumbled down and fell. Even the sickening smack and the mourning wails of a car alarm failed to arouse a reaction from the normally compassionate Senshi. Another death to add to the failure of today... another light snuffed out forever with no hope of rekindling. She was not an automoton, although her actions were certainly automatic. She still felt everything. Shame, guilt, remorse... all heavy emotions on their own, but together they solidified into a wall as thick as the buildings on which they stood. For a moment she remained as she was, crushed beneath their weight.
That motionlessness did not last long. She was walking forward without realizing it, a doll responding to the key that had been wound up from the moment she entered the area. Additional energy had been transferred from the touch to her shoulder, still warm in her memory, before Sessrumnir had driven himself in harm's way to distract the youma. One civilian was dead but the others... the others remained. They were in danger. Her friend was in danger. Two more of her allies had pulled down the ring leader of this blood-soaked night and... were perhaps, still, in danger. She could not shut down. Not until it was over. Until her duty was done.
Pasiphae carefully, gently, released the remaining civilians from their bonds. She whispered to them, hoping one would still be able to take action beyond running away in a panic. "Take the stairs. Be careful on your way down. Does anyone have a cell phone to call 911? If so... please, call them. If not, find someone who can call them. Ask for an ambulance, the police... we will handle the monster here, so please..."
As soon as she got them free... she could join the battle waging in front of her. The Eternal Senshi prayed that her friend could hold out just a little bit longer. Prayer had helped in the past when all seemed lost... 'Please. Sess... hang on...'
Guine
Lucifer Force
Strickenized
Assuming it's okay to let the other's go like this - if not, let me know and I'll edit my post!
Sweenys_Revenge
Cooro Cooro
Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 7:38 am
Sessrumnir didn’t get a chance to see, or hear, what had happened to Ovaltine, too distracted by the wolf that had suddenly disposed of its sheep clothing. All he hoped was that Pasiphae would be able to get the situation with the civilians under control while he handled this…
But handling something that was obviously beyond his own powers was another problem, and one that didn’t seem important compared to the lives and safety of the remaining civilians.
The idea was to keep it distracted, keep it from refocusing on anything but him. With everything that had happened so far, he would welcome any calls to the police for a disturbance of the peace. In fact, that had been part of his plan when he called his aspect into use. The sooner the better. And hopefully it wasn’t so much that it made the freed civilians act stupid.
He dug his heels into the roof, wanting to come to a stop just out of the youma’s reach as he hoisted the stormglass on its chain and whirled it around like a mace. He doubted it would do much damage to a powerful youma like this, but it was still weighted with liquid and had the chance of cutting if the glass broke over the creature.
Stopping just short of the youma seemed to work for the first swing of its claws, but not the second.
Unable to tell if his stormglass had made contact with the youma, Sessrumnir let out a yelp and hiss of pain as claws cut across his torso and right arm, sending him off his feet and onto the roof of the building.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 10:44 am
#latedontmindme
Acubens watched Avior take off, unable to call after him. What the hell even was that? Wasn't he supposed to be a guardian like the rest of them? Hell, Acubens was scared too, but that didn't mean she just takes off at the first sign of trouble. For ******** sake, she usually charged head first into trouble. She stared after him for a long moment before she finally called out, "H-hey wait just a god damned second now!" Quickly she glanced from the alley up to the roof and then back to the alley. Everyone up top seemed to have everything covered and besides, the big baddie was taken care of. Bischofite was out of the game for now. That freed Acubens up to teach some lessons.
"Now you get back here this instant," she hollered, breaking into a dead sprint after Avior, not even certain if she could catch up at this point. She'd sure as hell try.
