Invasion of Figaro

[sonoffigaro]

Characters: Anyone in Figaro, Lufene, Kuja, random villains!
Progress: In progress
Summary: Lufene wants something. Figaro's got it. She's going to get her hands on it, whatever it takes.
Location: Figaro, castle and town.
Date: February 11, 1804
Warnings: Fights, craziness, possibly gore? We'll find out

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Open!/Town

[intobrightness]

Relm's normal art materials lay forgotten on the path behind her, paper and brushes abandoned in favour of the quicker, more intuitive method of smearing paint on building walls with her hands. Quickly-drawn monsters, horribly misshapen, missing limbs and eyes and anything else not directly related to making the other monsters dead, swarmed out from the corner where she was hiding with her paints and her inks and her already red-raw hands. They screeched in pain, the ones that had mouths, their rushed and incomplete forms making their existence torturous but mercifully short, while doing all they could with their short lives to make a dent in the seemingly endless flow of real monsters.

Relm dipped her hands in a bucket of water to calm the stinging from the rough stone and dilute the paint to make it last longer before returning to the wall, water running down the image and coming away from the wall with the latest monster (a zu, or at least a featherless broken zu-like mess) as long strips of stretched skin.

Open!/Town

[wanderlusting]

Well, life certainly did have a way of keeping one on one's toes out here. Between his own arrival, the events at the Citadel of Trials and now this, Setzer would almost have said that fate itself was conspiring to keep him from what he'd meant to be doing by this point. But neither was he going to let Figaro fall to monsters. He'd never have been able to forgive himself if he had.

Like Relm's answer, his own was quick and brutal, as pillars - walls, really - of shimmering light rose up to neatly bisect the nearest batch of monsters while somehow just as neatly managing to avoid the half-formed things that Relm had made. True, it was one of the least of the effects of his Slots, but it was also the most reliable and for that, he'd be quite glad of it.

Open!/Town

[intobrightness]

Relm watched the walls of light rise up from the ground, recognizing the attack and turning to wave as her paint creatures used the last of their short lives to fend off the few monsters that were close enough to be an immediate danger.

"Hey! Scars! Over here!" She yelled, waving paint-covered hands around to get his attention. "You seen how many of them there are? It's like the Veldt here!"

Re: Open!/Town

[wanderlusting]

At the sound of Relm's voice, Setzer headed on over towards where she'd holed herself up - although he couldn't really say he approved of the impromptu nickname. Oh, he certainly couldn't deny that it suited him, but that didn't mean he was exactly going to like it.

But that was of a somewhat lesser concern at the moment. Nicknames could be argued over after the monsters had been dealt with.

"Then I think we'd best do what we can to see to it that as few of them get past us as we can manage."

Open!/Town

[intobrightness]

"Yeah! They don't belong here, we gotta make them go away!" She half-yelled, nodding. Scrambling to pick up one of her dropped brushed, she held it like she might a staff and decided to use her more conventional abilities, casting Fira at the monsters when more started to arrive.

Open!/Town

[wanderlusting]

"Then our course is clear!" Setzer answered. But while he could rely on his luck for as long as he felt like, there wasn't any real need to do so right now. If the infestation got worse, then he might call on his green-eyed lady once again. For now, he simply sent a flurry of cards following close on the heels of Relm's Fira.

Open!/Town

[intobrightness]

The mistodons curled back away from the heat of the fira spell, revealing their unarmoured undersides and blinking green eyes to the cards that followed it and writing in pain as they struck.

"How's the castle? Are people there okay? I was out here when they all showed up."

Open!/Town

[wanderlusting]

"I'd imagine it's well on its way to being submerged by now. But I'm afraid I can't say anything about the people who would have been there. I felt a rather pressing need to not be indoors any longer."

It was one of the rather unfortunate side-effects of having lived a such carefree life. Still, Setzer wasted no time in sending another barrage at the mistodons.