I am untouchable elite

[pandablade]

WHO: Illidan, his forces, and all who wish to join in!
WHERE: Central Park! Illidan's Black Church/Well
WHEN: Monday the 31st from Late night, to early morning on the 1st!
WARNINGS: FIGHTING
SUMMARY: Illidan inadvertently summons Cthulhu, and needs to be taken down!
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, whatever works goes after!

Comments

o... officially a week late. *sobs onto life* I am the most sorry 8(

[speedofnaked]

She had not wanted to come. Between the stress and worry that this lonely week had wrought, the ever building pollutant magic ebbing into this realm, and her inability to handle either, Terra had wanted to hide away from everything. She'd been mostly succeeding. But when the great monstrosity from beyond imagining had broken through to this world, the shockwaves of power had forced Terra into her Esper body, more sensitive and more terrified than ever.

And so she went. Flying, uncertain, one mind to abandon the city and another to attack the beast, but something else entirely drove her to that blackened church, she a white comet trailing flames through the midnight dark.

The signs of fighting and struggle were no hard thing to miss; though her landing scorched the ground beneath her clawed feet, it was nothing compared to what damage had already been done. Humans everywhere, stained with Illidan's magic, and blood. The mouth of the church was obscured, blocked by the familiar jagged pillars of Zelgadis's magic. Even from here, she could feel it. She walked, burning the uneven ground, and her eyes sought for a familiar face. She didn't find it. But she did find Zelgadis.

He was dead. His eyes were closed, his face and body covered with more stone than she'd ever seen it. When her hands, shaking with a flickering fire, reached to touch his face, it was cold as the ground beneath her. His ears were longer; his clothes covered in blood, cut with steel and a blade that burned like fire. What magic remained in his body was too weak to be felt through the smog that was the invading monster, and that of the demon just ahead. Within her, bones and muscles quavered like icicles on the branch; the flames rising from her fur burned ever brighter.

On slow feet, the Esper walked into the church.

b-baby ;~;

[pandablade]

Seething, burning with flame and magic, scratched and heaving, Illidan clawed blindly at the floor before him, his eyes catching sight of magic that he knew he needed. He breathed out, his breath practically filled with magic when the blind green eyes caught on her. Bright, and he hungered for her.

With a burst of fire and flame, the tattoos on his body glittered to life, and his skin almost darkened even more. He felt his lips curl into a grin, looking on that magic that came to him. Onto the bright power that he craved.

"Terra."

cries on

[speedofnaked]

Much had changed. The dark interior of the church seemed blacker, stained with ash and noxious power. It was like a mold had grown over everything, and spores from it hung thick, invisible in the air. And the creature himself was transformed, bright with power and those demonic traits.

"Illidan." Her voice was strong and deep as the Earth itself, cold ground in winter, but her presence still burned as vibrant as a summer sun. She walked forward on the balls of her feet, scorching little more than ash. There were no weapons in her hands.

"What have you done?"