Characters: People who're staying behind in the Victoria II~
Content: NOT AS PLANNED.
Setting: All over the goddammed Victoria II... kinda, I guess.
Time: Later in the evening, while
TACTICAL INFILTRATION ACTION is on.
Warnings: Horror! Shock! Denial all around for our unfortunate heroes and Kristoph brand of fail. And, uh. Epic trainwreck? I guess
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The awful shrieks were heard before Larsa could even have time to reach his communicator. Something in his blood curled, and his gut twisted painfully. What did they belong to? Was the ship really under attack? With much of the crew away, the boy wasn't sure how much of a chance they could stand against such terrible-sounding beasts.
But rather than dwelling on it for long, he made a grab for his sword, twisting his fingers around the hilt in hesitance before he left through the door of his quarters...
... just in time to witness a beast coming right past his door, approaching a young girl toward the end of the corridor. His heart stilled, and his grip grew ever tighter. Larsa, still holding his breath, held up his sword and rammed it into the creature's back, listening to its scream and almost losing his footing at the sound.
Perhaps it wasn't his finest idea of the hour, but he had to protect the girl, who didn't seem to possess anything to protect herself with. He will round on you; prepare yourself the young lord whispered to himself.
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The monster screamed as a giant X-shaped...thing hit it square in the stomach. Millie stood a few yards away, gun hoisting on her shoulder. "Miss Matilda! Come on! You too," she called to Larsa. Millie knew that there was no way she could protect the children, but maybe she could carry them out of harm's way.
Millie reloaded and shot another X at the monster.
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"Tch, some security..." He grumbled to himself as he checked the body of a slain guardsmen for ammunition for his rifle. Something told him that he'll be needing all the ammo he can find if he plans on surviving this night. Just when he heard another viscous roar within the distance, Al-Cid made his way towards the fray up ahead catching sight of Millie at first before he spotted the little emperor and the frightful girl.
"Millie!" Al-Cid shouted towards her as he aimed his gun at the next yeti that was just about to strike. "DUCK!" He yelled just before he fired his rifle at the beasts' face. Unlike Millie, Al-Cid certainly doesn't share her 'Thou shall not kill' pacifistic mentality.
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Now, according to Al-Cid's shout, was a time for ducking. Susan, being smart, reacted accordingly.
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Her breath stilled for a moment, her youth showing in a smallest frame of time as she recalled so many stories she had read in the past, and how reminiscent this event seemed to them.
She made a small choked sound and was about to pull out her own bag of tricks when something suddenly went flying over her head. It collided with the creature making it emit a pain roar. Matilda started, trying to make sense of what it was, but it just looked like a red X to her. She looked back to see Millie, the woman she had met not too long ago and gaped at the gun she was wielding.
So much for the docile impression the giant had given.
After what Millie said, her attention returned over to the boy--it would be hard for him to get around the creature; even though it was injured, it seemed the damage had done more to anger it than to actually hurt it. This thing was obviously not going down without a fight.
A fight, Matilda was now prepared to assist in. With two people by her side now, the fears she had previously had of engaging this thing alone were long gone.
In fact...
Suddenly Matilda was glad she was so short, because despite the warning, had she not been, the new blast might have just met an early target. She looked down at her Teacher. Two more people now.
All the more to boost her confidence.
She let go of the book, and it remained in the air, seemingly held up by unseen strings. Pages flipped rapidly and she braced herself. It had been a long time since she'd used the more elemental portion of her magic; but like everything else, she never forgot.
For a moment it seemed the cold weather had seeped inside the ship--and suddenly ice began to form at the creatures feet, trapping it in place. It probably wouldn't last too long with the way it was screaming and struggling, but hopefully long enough to give Larsa an opportunity to escape to their side.
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It was Millie's gunshot that startled Larsa initially, and the impact had forced the creature to stumble back, bringing the boy along with it. He didn't mean to react rudely within his head, but could the person, who he could not view around the monster in the way, had not waited until he'd moved to safety? If the gunshot had pierced right through, the bullet would have struck Larsa. He very much doubted they wished such a thing, but really, you could never be so sure. His faith in humanity, however, pushed the cruel thought from his mind.
Al-Cid's accented voice shook the young lord from his stunned reverie, and he backed off into his room, only after ripping his sword from the thing's back and ducking to avoid a swinging arm. The shrieks were getting angrier by the second, and Larsa's close proximity to the ghastly creature was not providing any less pain on his eardrums. It was a horrific noise. It also did not give off a pleasant aroma in the slightest, and while waiting within the doorway of his quarters, his mind pondered on the putrid scent. Something rotten, he decided.
When the ice had formed and held the beast in place, the dark-haired boy held his breath, left the safety of his room, and dashed neath its arm, its massive fist smashing into the wall just barely over his head. Had I been any taller, he somehow managed to muse when he found some spare moment to be humorous, I am not so sure my head would be intact any longer. Finally a good distance from the thing, he skid to a stop, only then looking at the sword within his grasp. It dripped a deep, sapphire liquid. Marvelous.
His first glance up landed on the monster's face, and good heavens, it was hideous. The second drifted to Matilda. "You are all right, miss?" inquired the young boy, who was panting very lightly.
[ ooc: lawls, oh Millie, I really hope you're facing the monster and not at its back, which is the side Larsa was on, or else you have shot my child. You do not shoot my child, k. ]
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Oh, good, they were--hello. So Miss Matilda was a mage. You learn something new every day. And now Miss Susan and the boy were standing with Matilda. But they were standing to close to the monster.
"I would move, everybody! Whenever the monster gets his feet unfrozen, he won't be very happy!"
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"A mage?" He glanced over toward the girl for a brief moment before looking over at the fiend. It's massive ape-like feet were frozen against the hallway's floor rendering it unable to move its legs but it could still strike it's fists at them. Al-Cid nearly panicked when Larsa dived under the yeti's massive arm, the beast nearly took off the little emperor's head!
"Dios Mio..." He slipped out while silently thanking whatever Gods within this world for protecting that boy. The last thing Al-Cid wanted to do is return to Erealia to explain to Larsa's older brother and to the rest of Soldior court as to 'why' a member of the Margrace royal court allowed his brother to be killed by mere beasts. Vayne would have surely used Larsa's death an excuse to banish the Court of Margrace from Erealia and erase them from the pages of history. Lucky for him, the little prince is much quicker on his feet than Al-Cid originally thought.
"Millie is right!" Al-Cid yelled over towards the others while hoping that there wouldn't be another yeti nearby.
"Let us make haste! RUN!" He ordered as he directed the women and children down the hall behind him. The prince knew he would have to stay by the rear to keep the beast at bay once the ice magic wore off but he silently prayed that his favorite lovely insurance sales representative could protect the others as they fled.
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Reacting on instinct (and grateful that she had sparred with Mengde only days before), Susan ducked under the smashing appendage too and batted it away with the poker. "Go, now!" She shouted at Larsa and Matilda. The important thing was getting them out of here.
And once they were, perhaps she could even use some of her own, less normal powers, she thought, swinging the poker again to connect with the Eater's other arm with a vibrating jolt. But like hell she was going to go cower while some man with zealous ideas of chivalry got himself smashed up.
That just wouldn't do.
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"Let's go!" She moved by Larsa's side towards Millie and Al-Cid. Combating the monster in here would be difficult, considering how limited their movibility was. If they could get it out on the deck at least--completely off the ship, preferably, they would stand a greater chance.
What a motly group they made. A swordsman, two gunners, a teacher, and a student; that's how she regarded herself.
She stopped though when she realized that Susan wasn't following.
"Teacher?" she called out, she had reached Millie and Al-Cid but she wasn't going to move until she was sure Susan would follow.
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Larsa didn't need to be told twice, and after being assured that the girl, who couldn't be any older than he, was unharmed -- he couldn't have been sure how long she had been in the corridor with the beast, and it never hurt to be concerned for others -- the sword-wielding boy made a dash toward the nearest stairwell that would lead them to the upper level. However, when the girl stopped, a part of him willed himself to slow down.
Throwing his head over his shoulder for a look, the little emperor took hold of her hand with his own gloved one, and squeezed it reassuringly. "You mustn't worry -- I believe she will be fine." Larsa's crystalline eyes were sincere, and his voice never wavered once, no matter how fast his heart beat within his chest. That woman seemed capable enough, and even if she couldn't hold the monster off for long, there was still Al-Cid and the rather tall lady next to him. It would all right. But in the meantime...
"But we must go now. We cannot fight this beast in such a confined space. It is better that we flee to higher ground." There was a tug on her hand, urging her to follow.
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“Move out the way Susan!” He yelled over towards her after loading one of his special bullets within his rifle. The ammunition he just loaded into his gun is perhaps one of the most effective forms of ammo as well as the most dangerous to use in a close quarter situation such this one. Al-Cid knew he could end up wasting an entire belt of bullets before the damn beast finally draws its final breath. Therefore, to speed this matter up, the prince decided it was time to resort to his bag of tricks.
Firing his gun again, instead of another piercing bullet whizzing through the air it was a long blaze of fire streaming out towards the yeti. The fiery blaze completely engulfed the beast, it’s agony vocalized within it’s monstrous roars. The yeti crashed against the nearby walls with enough force to dent the steel. The beast continued to flail wildly as the red flames ate away at it’s fur. It was certainly a ghastly sight for the children to behold but that sentiment is mutual for them all, even for Al-Cid who remained quite calm during this struggle.
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Realizing what he was going to do, Susan tried to change her momentum at the last second. Belatedly she realized, as she scrambled towards the wall--away from the creature and Al-Cid's line of fire, that there was no way she could get far enough out of the way in time.
There was a trick to going incoporeal at will, but fortunately Susan had had a lot of practice at it. Holding her ground, one flailing, flaming arm passed right through her mid-section as if she was made of so much air. The only effect Susan noticed was a slight smell on top of the monster-smell as a few strands of her hair were singed off.
Hopefully, she thought, scrambling back towards Al-Cid, no one noticed that...
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Larsa didn't need to encourage her any further. She followed him, keeping up as best as she could with the swift boy, her book trailing behind her, propped and ready just in case they ran into any more trouble. There was no telling what else might be out there, or just how many of these things there were.
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Not really caring about it (after all, magic was everywhere), Millie took aim at the yeti again. "Do you need me to distract it, Al-Cid?"
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