Who: Anyone who traveled to the Island!
When: 23 - 27ish
Where: The Island beyond the sea
Format: ANYTHING YOU PREFER. Action to start out.
What: The battle rages in the island village (name as yet unknown XD) against the elves and the flying reptilian monsters. Not to mention that epic dragon.
Warnings: Violence, I'm guessing.
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[And, of course, there is always that Door.]
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She's inexplicably transfixed and staring into the flames, deaf to the cries and blind to the danger before her.
Not far from where she stands, an red elf readies his bow.]
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The thought goes no further because she's suddenly aware - and reaching for the hand without question. She recognizes his face in the small space of time before she speaks (he's the one with the less irritating questions). - but her eyes are on the elf first.]
I suppose I should thank you.
Accio blade
[Out of the elf and into her palm it is. Months earlier it's next destination might have been straight into the chest of the owner, but she extends it toward him so he might take it. Is that thanks enough?]
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[Will you face them, or save the buildings?]
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Well, she kind of is.
Three elves advance - two of them are halved before they raise their spears - quartered before they fall. Now her blade appears drawn, but it does not appear to move or stray the path.
Her eyes remain on the cages as she's haunted by memories of the cages that came before and the shadows of people that no longer reside in Anatole. Another step and another - two more fall - and another - walking through them as they spray red rain.
Her hair is slick with it as she presses forward.]
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Once all the flames are gone, he will check the buildings for anyone left inside, and only then will he face off against the elves.
He still has a score to settle with them, after all.]
[ooc: see this video for reference. Very minor spoilers re: Kaien.]
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[She remembers from last time. The stories everyone who was kidnapped had brought back. The poison and fear. She recalls once long ago when she found a similar nest of degenerates hiding in the forest, but these creatures aren't human.]
[And so her sword is in her hand before anyone who might be watching could probably follow.]
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I know it.
[She keeps her voice near to a whisper in case the elves might hear - she spares a glance back at them and then moves closer to the girl, smooth and silent as a shadow. But she doesn't put her sword away.]
Are you lost, child? I came to kill these things. You shouldn't be here.
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[Perhaps you could lead the villagers here, or perhaps simply stop to regroup?]
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Inherently Mizuchi, he finds his way to the stream quickly, and hums in pleasant surprise when he finds the water to be crystal clear and crisp. Perfect.
Excuse him, while he rinses those silken locks of his clean. ]
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Michael had scoured the area he had found himself in, and is now looping around, eyes to the ground for any other thing that called itself a threat. He has no great loyalty to the city he's found himself in, but hell if this isn't a war, and fuck if he isn't going to join in.
It's only chance that light hair flashes, that his mind catches that fact to question if Raphael did come along (but no, he is back there, Michael can feel him further away) before recognizing further. Faces and names escape him regularly, but he isn't going to forget this one. His eyes narrows and he starts a steep dive, wings retracting before he hits the ground so he slams down with force and flame on the other side of the stream. ]
You... What the hell are you doing here?
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[It was in a panic that he did it, almost without thinking, gripping the Forge hard in his hands and
reaching
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[...and when he (she? her name is Priscilla, isn't it?) stands, it's with sword in hand, feet hard on the ground, and he's dizzy. From the effort, from the success, from walking again, walking by all the gods, and something else too. Something thick and suffocating that makes his head pound and his muscles shake (her her muscles, they aren't his, not really) and it's almost like a whisper in those ears ( ... )
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[They are not invulnerable to magic. He isn't. The effects the Mist has had on him in the past is proof enough. That girl with the dragons has proven that to him, also ( ... )
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[A lot faster, actually. The body moves by instinct, painfully quiet, unstruggling, but Bran doesn't expect the amount of momentum or the intensity of the speed, and reels in time to dodge the elf. Sort of. And then everything seems to happen at once - the pain of something biting into his - her - shoulder, a bone-rattling roar overhead, the pressure in his mind as a renewed burst like someone dropping a thick wet blanket over him. Instinct, it runs on instinct, just like Summer, and now Priscilla is hidden deep and telling him, feeding him sparks like a warning.]
[Someone. Coming this way. Something big.]
[Bran swings, staring, moving quick enough to connect sword with elf but not fast enough to truly damage it, and he can see someone approaching in the wave of pressure rushing in around him.]
[Big and dangerous. But the man isn't one of the elves...]
Help!
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