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ENVIRONMENT CHANGE -- FINAL BATTLES LOG (PRE-DATED)

May 10, 2011 21:59

Who: Anyone and everyone + various NPCS. Please tag your characters in when you comment!
What: The illusion of the storybook town is crumbling to pieces! And violence is erupting.
When: Wednesday Afternoon -- Night (log is pre-dated)
Where: All about the City
Warnings: PG-13/R if there is violence.
Status: [In Progress]

( End of the Illusion )

!event, naoki kashima, roxas, switzerland, norway, sieg, iceland, morrigan aensland, goro fumonji, elraine figarette, kakuzu, unit 202, jack vessalius

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--Final Confrontation-- rubycitymods May 11 2011, 02:03:01 UTC

For those who have fought their way to the Castle stronghold, they will encounter the Princess and a very dedicated squadron of bodyguards. It will be an intense and undoubtedly dangerous encounter.

mirthfulness May 11 2011, 22:20:04 UTC

[Gamzee is running on auto-pilot.

It's not the good sort of auto-pilot, either - the one that takes over and leaves you flying straight and true toward your destination with few worries until you have to land. This auto-pilot is broken, sending the plane into a spin and the inevitable crash and burn.

He's not sober, but he's sleep deprived. Going out for a walk earlier had proven to be a bad idea, as he'd done nothing but run across creatures out for his indigo blood, the color of which now ran down his arms. He now walks vacantly toward the castle without thinking, his footsteps steady but slow and his clubs hanging at his side.

The troll is ready to kill the next thing that he comes across, friend or enemy.]

bentbowarcher May 12 2011, 01:17:56 UTC

[Equius falls into line behind Gamzee, soaked with blue and red blood and sweat, his glasses long since lost in the fighting. He hadn't intended to get involved, initially, but after having been jumped by several heavily armed dwarves, well...

After the first death, it was really hard not to just throw himself at everything that moved. Everything that wasn't Alternian, anyway. It got harder and harder with every punch he threw, taking out hominids with barely any effort. Rage built slowly, patheticness of his ever growing number of opponents wearing steadily on his nerves. If he was going to do this, if he was going to fight, he wanted an all-out death match, worthy of someone with his exceptional abilities.

He didn't know if following Gamzee would take him to that level of an encounter, but even if it didn't, there would be great honor to be had in attending the Highblood in battle.]

mirthfulness May 12 2011, 01:49:43 UTC

[The presence of the other is acknowledged. In the back of his mind, Gamzee registers the blueblood as an ally. He's spared any attack for the moment.

He turns his head slightly, giving Equius a blank stare to let him know he's aware he's being followed, then turns back and continues to walk.]

You're bleedin', motherfucker.

bentbowarcher May 12 2011, 02:58:26 UTC

Tis but a scratch, Highb100d. You are bleeding as well.

[And it's beautiful. Everything about Gamzee right now fits into the ideal he'd built in his head since his youth. All he needed was a few more splashes of vibrantly colored blood, and he'd be perfect.]

mirthfulness May 12 2011, 03:08:05 UTC

[Gamzee glances down. The indigo has dripped down to merge with the red on his clubs, and for a moment his thoughts mirror Equius's There isn't enough color.

He could so easily add the blue... but he's just sane enough that he refrains from it with the logic that an extra pair of eyes will be helpful and the blueblood is a strong motherfucker. He doesn't need the help, but he won't deny it for now.

The blue will be added later.]

Everyone'll bleed before it's over.

bentbowarcher May 12 2011, 03:34:20 UTC

[A shudder runs down his spine at the words, a wicked grin curling his lips. If only he knew what direction Gamzee's thoughts were going. He'd gladly offer his blood however the clown wanted it.]

[But such actions would not be helpful now. Instead, he cracks his neck and his knuckles, then stretches his arms over his head, preparing for the next fight]

I eagerly await the occasion, Highblood. We shall paint the city with mirth.

The Princess had better watch her back... neutralbyforce May 15 2011, 01:06:36 UTC

[Even with one arm out of commission and a slight(?) concussion, Switzerland is not to be messed with. Moving almost silently despite his heavy boots after 202, his survival instincts are kicked into high gear, taking in everything at a subconscious level. Whoever is in control of this place won't be easy to take down, if the crazed villagers outside are any indication.]

((Threadhop successful, moving on to Phase Two! ...Whatever that happens to be.))

Vash and 202 had better watch -theirs-... rubycitynpcs May 15 2011, 02:35:34 UTC

[The hall that the staircase opens onto is every inch a fairytale stereotype, down to the polished marble-inlaid floors and gilded trimmings on everything that could possibly warrant them...And several things that don't. Immense portraits and ornate mirrors line the walls, interspersed with the expectedly stereotypical suits of armor that stand between them. From somewhere not too far away, gentle chamber music can be heard.

Another double staircase is situated off to one side, steps lining the walls and leading upwards to a balcony with a set of heavy wooden French doors in its center.

The Princess isn't in this room, of course, and at first glance neither is anybody else. That doesn't mean it's empty, naturally-- A row of guards is hidden in the shadows to either side of the upstairs landing, armed with crossbows and polearms, ready to protect the doorway at all costs.

At the appearance of intruders, one of the crossbowmen fires without warning.]

unit_202 May 15 2011, 02:47:56 UTC

[This is what she gets for leading; 202 wouldn't ordinarily have missed the guards up there, even hidden by shadows and ambient noise. But this isn't a normal day, and she's worn out and off her game.

The sound of the crossbow is her first indication that anything's amiss, and her head snaps up just in time to bring her torso around and present a wider target for the incoming bolt, which takes her squarely in the chest. There's an almost canid-sounding yelp of pain as the girl falls with a jerk onto one side, where she lies still atop a rapidly-spreading red stain.]

((Phase Two; Release the Kraken... T-Rex... ...Drama?)

neutralbyforce May 15 2011, 22:20:02 UTC

[Before he can think about it Vash lets off a round in the direction of the noise; he grabs 202 and drags her into an alcove behind a suit of armor as several crossbow bolts rain down in response. His breathing is ragged as he gently lays his ally out on her back; he can't fully comprehend what is happening, his mind muddled with shock and injury.]

202? Dammit...

[He winces as a second round of fire clatters just outside of their hiding place. He's no doctor, but... 202's pulse is thready under his trembling fingers. Not good.]

((Holy frick, didn't see that one coming.))

unit_202 May 15 2011, 22:54:07 UTC

[While 202 lies there and bleeds rather unimpressively, Vash will find himself with more pressing matters for his poor concussed mind to try and deal with. Like the fact that other than the two crossbowmen, there are also a pair of guards wielding halberds whose attention the pair have drawn.]

((It was a little spur-of-the-moment, I'm sorry! Nothing like a nice old-fashioned sucking chest wound to keep things exciting.))

neutralbyforce May 16 2011, 00:36:40 UTC

Damn, damn, damn...

[First thing first, those crossbow wielders had to go. There's nothing he can do for 202; removing that bolt will only make the bleeding worse... Hating himself for being so helpless to even ease his relatively new friend's pain, Vash steels himself. If he survives this next move... There's a high probability that he will be coming back to a corpse.

Without further thought he darts out from their hiding place, firing five adrenaline aimed bullets that take down the crossbowmen even as one of their shots grazes his already injured left arm; the blood that flows is darker than normal, but there's no time to think about it.

The remaining two guards rush him, halberds lowered. Waiting until the last moment Vash leaps out of their path, managing to trip one and put a round in the back of the other's head. He's slowing down... and the remaining assailant knows it.]

((You can bleed unimpressively? I'll have to keep that in mind xD))

unit_202 May 16 2011, 01:27:04 UTC

[Back in that alcove, 202's eyes snap open and she gasps sharply as she comes back to her senses. The sudden expansion of her chest doesn't do the wound any favors, but at least she's conscious again. The bloody foam that she proceeds to cough up really isn't especially reassuring, but the way she rolls herself onto one side and then onto her hands and knees to do it, however, is. She stays like that for a moment, breathing in quick, shallow pants, before reaching for and yanking out the bolt that her body's already trying to heal around.

Another sharp breath and another lungful of blood accompanies the bolt's removal, but she's more concerned for Vash now that she's awake enough to see what he's up to; His movements, though obviously expert, are slowing. Blessing whatever luck kept her hand clenched on her pistol despite her comatose state, she brings it up and puts a pair of slick new holes in the remaining guard's chest with a wince--That recoil doesn't feel like a kiss on the nose, not with a wound like hers to consider.]

((Yup ( ... )

neutralbyforce May 16 2011, 01:35:27 UTC

[It takes a few seconds for Vash's brain to accept what his eyes are telling him. Even if the concussion was finally coming to fruition, he was pretty sure hallucinations weren't part of the package.]

...202? What... How... I mean...

[His eyes travel to the wound on her chest; while still serious, it's... well, it's not what it should be. Vash slumps against the wall, pressing the stock of his gun against his forehead. The cooler metal helps ease the increasing pain slightly. He needs to stop being surprised by things here...]

((Man, that's disappointing. :D))

unit_202 May 16 2011, 01:50:38 UTC

[202 hauls herself into a kneeling position-- It's going to be a minute before standing really feels like an option. Pressing one hand to the wound to stem its bloodflow, she shakes her head once in response to his query. Her reply comes in short bursts, obviously impeded somewhat by her now-diminished lung capacity.]

I'll be fine in a minute... It wouldn't even have put me down... if I wasn't... so damned tired. My body... [She shakes her head again.] I'll explain some other time. Are you all right? Let me see that arm...

((Tell me about it. I was pretty ticked to learn that my adrenaline couldn't aim for me like Vash's, mind you... X3 ))

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