MAGICAL DEFENSErowan_narratorsSeptember 12 2009, 04:32:21 UTC
Niko has gathered all of the worldwalkers, and all of the army's mages, and every majik in the city together in the city center. The wind is a little more stifled here, though it still screams through the air, and the rain is going to wash away whatever attempt at a symbol Niko makes, magical or mundane.
Gods. It's not a good showing. He only hopes they can make a dent in it before more of the city comes down.
Re: MAGICAL DEFENSEcreaoi_ang_corSeptember 12 2009, 04:58:01 UTC
Cris, having arrived moments ago with Bret at his side, stands waiting for instruction. It's easier, here, to keep the rain and wind from hitting them- not by much. But he wouldn't have stopped in any case. He's afraid that if he lets go at this point, he won't be able to start again.
He is worried about his brewery. One small whispering voice in his mind is telling him it's a stupid thing to be worrying about at a time like this, but the rest of him can't help it, and regrets the moment he stepped out that door and left it behind. The city is getting pounded- who knows what kind of damage will be done if they can't stop this thing?
'This is our best shot at doing just that,' he reminds himself, and that calms him down a little. He waits to be given instructions with growing impatience.
Bret tags along, feeling useless but for the fact that they made it safely and maybe, possibly, he had something to do with that. He hadn't really seen any crises being averted by good luck as they came, but he figures he could count this as a good thing either way. They're not hurt. That's the important thing.
Scanning the crowd, Bret looks for Cho and Cordy. Cho, at least, said she'd be here. He isn't sure about Cordy. After the last emergency, he could see her not being enthusiastic about her magic.
Re: MAGICAL DEFENSEtenuefarfallaSeptember 12 2009, 05:15:08 UTC
Cho is fidgeting, holding her breath, waiting for something to happen and looking around her nervously, scanning faces and compiling a list in her mind. No Bret yet. No Tails, no Cordelia, no Cassandra - Kale must be here, but she can't see him. Her throat is dry, scratchy, and after a moment of feeling like an idiot for even considering it, she tips her head back and opens her mouth. That's better, but not much
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It must be the mermaids. There's no one else that has so much water mage power at their disposal, and the magic is practically crackling through the air.
He clenches his fist against the iron.
I can help, he thinks, hard, at Kale's mind. Tell him I can help.
How did he manage to do that? Through iron, through --
The iron is glowing.
Mikney goes still, his paces coming to a halt.
His magic went through iron like it was butter. What if -- he can go through it entirely?
He extends a hand, and pushes.
The iron peels off, slow, with the same sort of motion as a vine growing off a wall. Flows to the ground, more quicksilver than solid metal, and now it's Mikney's skin that's glowing.
Okay, Barney still doesn't know what he's going to do once he gets to the city center, other than potentially die in a very wet and unpleasant fashion, but he's not going to let Royal's training, or his trust in him go to waste.
He's nearly there when the wall in front of him explodes outward, and he just barely avoids getting creamed by some serious shrapnel.
He wipes the dust away from his eyes, and super. Now there's a glowing dude standing in the hole. Awesome.
So, some demon soldiers got thrashedarmordoesnthelpSeptember 12 2009, 06:13:03 UTC
Markon has fought against and beside a lot of things since he joined up with the Zelikmen twelve years ago.
Mermaids are new for him, and definitely the worst. They have already decimated the demon fighters, and the fact that the storm broke up most units and screwed the command structure nine ways up only made it worse.
Now he has formed an impromptu squad with a nasty-looking Oread, one of the few creatures capable fighting a mermaid up close and taking the damage, a tough old dwarf who, given the useful directions he immediately started calling out, has fought mermaids before, and a wickedly inventive demoness armed with a spool of razorwire, a sturdy crossbow, and a cache of barbed bolts. Between the four of them, they've taken down three mermaids, and none of them are still unscathed. Markon just hopes they don't run into more than one of them at once.
JY had left the Stoat immediately upon seeing Royal’s message. It seemed things would only get worse, and he might as well get to the city center before he’d die doing so. Although he wasn’t sure why he was intent on going, to begin with. What exactly did he think he could do to help? I’ve been moving rocks around, he kept thinking, acknowledging to himself for the first time that it wasn’t just entertaining, it was some sort of manifestation of magic, wasn’t it?
But he kept thinking about it. Rocks. How much water could get through rocks? I could build a wall for the wind? But you can’t see through a wall. What about a roof? No, that could be too heavy for the wall so maybe I could-what the hell is this place? First fire, now this storm, and I’m thinking how I can just conjure up a wall.
He looked about him as he neared the center. And there was a part of him, noticing how powerful the storm was, that seriously wanted to build a wall and hide behind it.
Shit. No, no good, this one was coming down. Part of it, anyway. Best to contain it, then. Aleas placed her hand against the wall, reached out for the stone, and found the faults, the cracks and the weak points. She wrapped herself around them, filled in all the gaps, and then pulled, contracted, condensed, and the stone knit together. Each floor dropped down at least a foot, wood straining, bending, snapping and giving out, but the stone held. The top floor was a loss, and down it came, falling away from the other building in danger.
That was better. Not a better building, but it would last through the storm. She hoped it would, anyway. Right, and that was the last one in her section. Time to get back.
Oh Gods below, and who was this idiot? "What do you think you're doing?" she screamed over the howl of the wind to the idiot in the middle of the street. "Get out of the road!"
Shit. Simultaneously, he used his feet to jump out of the street and away from the falling building, and concentrated on breaking the falling rocks. It was the one thing he’d gotten good at, breaking rocks into dust, and he’d rather get pelted by pebbles than those massive stones.
He turned to thank the woman, but she didn’t look like she wanted to be disturbed. She also looked like she might blow away. What was she doing out here, anyway? And-really? It looked like she had buried her feet in the ground. It reminded him of walking in wet sand, when with every step your feet melted down into it. But this wasn’t sand. Although it looked as though it was rooting her to the spot. Well that explained, at least, why she wasn’t blowing away.
“I think I can help,” he offered. It was why he came after all, right? “With the stones, I mean.”
"You think you can help?" One of the worldwalkers, then? Help with the rocks. Another earth mage. Aleas walked over to him, her steps deliberate as the ground let go of her feet, then closed over them again, keeping her from toppling over. She looked him up and down. Well, if he couldn't help, he needed to get somewhere safe. She'd almost brought an entire floor of a building down on top of him, no telling what he'd get stuck in if one of the mermaids' mages found him. "Come on. Now. Out of the storm." There was work to be done, and if he couldn't help, then she needed to get him someplace out of the way fast.
Pyralis headed out into the storm, not sure why or what he was really planning to do- but hey, he's never really needed a plan before. He'd liked to try having one sometime, to see how that went for him, but now was not that time.
They'd said magical help would be best, but Pyralis could do physically combat and not much else. Well, except the whole gold thing but that didn't count. And the fact that he now had a bunch of rocks in his pockets because he somehow KNOWS they can be used for magic, which is probably magic in itself, though he didn't know how to use it.
At least by going he'd figure out what was going on. Yea, he'd go with that.
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Gods. It's not a good showing. He only hopes they can make a dent in it before more of the city comes down.
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He is worried about his brewery. One small whispering voice in his mind is telling him it's a stupid thing to be worrying about at a time like this, but the rest of him can't help it, and regrets the moment he stepped out that door and left it behind. The city is getting pounded- who knows what kind of damage will be done if they can't stop this thing?
'This is our best shot at doing just that,' he reminds himself, and that calms him down a little. He waits to be given instructions with growing impatience.
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Scanning the crowd, Bret looks for Cho and Cordy. Cho, at least, said she'd be here. He isn't sure about Cordy. After the last emergency, he could see her not being enthusiastic about her magic.
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He clenches his fist against the iron.
I can help, he thinks, hard, at Kale's mind. Tell him I can help.
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Mikney really has no idea how strong he is. Compared to this, Evelyn's direction was a gentle nudge.
OKAY I HEAR YOU,
Kale thinks as deliberately as can.
I'LL TELL HIM NOW GET OUT OF MY HEAD.
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How did he manage to do that? Through iron, through --
The iron is glowing.
Mikney goes still, his paces coming to a halt.
His magic went through iron like it was butter. What if -- he can go through it entirely?
He extends a hand, and pushes.
The iron peels off, slow, with the same sort of motion as a vine growing off a wall. Flows to the ground, more quicksilver than solid metal, and now it's Mikney's skin that's glowing.
He turns towards the wall of his prison and --
blasts.
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He's nearly there when the wall in front of him explodes outward, and he just barely avoids getting creamed by some serious shrapnel.
He wipes the dust away from his eyes, and super. Now there's a glowing dude standing in the hole. Awesome.
"What the fuck?" he exclaims, wholeheartedly.
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Mermaids are new for him, and definitely the worst. They have already decimated the demon fighters, and the fact that the storm broke up most units and screwed the command structure nine ways up only made it worse.
Now he has formed an impromptu squad with a nasty-looking Oread, one of the few creatures capable fighting a mermaid up close and taking the damage, a tough old dwarf who, given the useful directions he immediately started calling out, has fought mermaids before, and a wickedly inventive demoness armed with a spool of razorwire, a sturdy crossbow, and a cache of barbed bolts. Between the four of them, they've taken down three mermaids, and none of them are still unscathed. Markon just hopes they don't run into more than one of them at once.
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But he kept thinking about it. Rocks. How much water could get through rocks? I could build a wall for the wind? But you can’t see through a wall. What about a roof? No, that could be too heavy for the wall so maybe I could-what the hell is this place? First fire, now this storm, and I’m thinking how I can just conjure up a wall.
He looked about him as he neared the center. And there was a part of him, noticing how powerful the storm was, that seriously wanted to build a wall and hide behind it.
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That was better. Not a better building, but it would last through the storm. She hoped it would, anyway. Right, and that was the last one in her section. Time to get back.
Oh Gods below, and who was this idiot? "What do you think you're doing?" she screamed over the howl of the wind to the idiot in the middle of the street. "Get out of the road!"
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He turned to thank the woman, but she didn’t look like she wanted to be disturbed. She also looked like she might blow away. What was she doing out here, anyway? And-really? It looked like she had buried her feet in the ground. It reminded him of walking in wet sand, when with every step your feet melted down into it. But this wasn’t sand. Although it looked as though it was rooting her to the spot. Well that explained, at least, why she wasn’t blowing away.
“I think I can help,” he offered. It was why he came after all, right? “With the stones, I mean.”
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They'd said magical help would be best, but Pyralis could do physically combat and not much else. Well, except the whole gold thing but that didn't count. And the fact that he now had a bunch of rocks in his pockets because he somehow KNOWS they can be used for magic, which is probably magic in itself, though he didn't know how to use it.
At least by going he'd figure out what was going on. Yea, he'd go with that.
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