[Event] Invasion - Outer Death City Districts + City Borders

[soul_mods]

Characters: Open to all
Location: Death City - Outer Death City Districts + City Borders
Rating: R
Time: November 16, midnight - 4am.
Description: Now that Shibusen’s defenses have been shattered, what sort of things will come creeping in to take advantage of this? List of relevant links to the event here.

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[OPEN] [EVERYWHERE] [12AM onwards]

[callmecrona]

[For once Ragnarok's not perched on Crona's head, but already at his Meister's side as the jet-black blade many are more familiar with, perhaps. Crona him/herself is currently running through the streets, preparing to take up arms against the invading army and defend the Guests. For once there's no fear, no uncertainty in the kid - Crona knows what needs to be done here, and it was to protect the Guests. S/he may not be strong as before, but the strength was still there and Crona had no plans to fail Maka and the promise s/he made to his/her friend.

Ragnarok held tight in the kid's hand, Crona now goes around to see if any of the guests needed aid, and give it if necessary before moving on once the Guests were going to be alright.]

[lionborn]

[Leo is in a hurry as he cruises the streets, trying his best to memorize as many of them as possible in the short time they'd have before things got nasty. Fortunately not too many of them were plastered with cobblestone though there were still more of those rumbly lines than what he would've liked. Inline skates and cobblestone streets were a match made in hell that he'd quickly learned to avoid whenever possible.

The first aid supplies he'd snatched during the last morning class feel oddly heavy in the pockets of his pants as he cuts yet another corner and for a moment - why the hell was there a person in the way?!?]

Fu-!!

[callmecrona]

[Crona was quite busy battling a bunch of kishins who apparently decided that the frail-looking kid would be a good snack. Unfortunately for said kishins, they'd soon know better than to judge a book by its cover.]

Bloody Slicer! [From Crona of course, as a curved blade of jet-black blood hardes from the kid's wirst, and Crona prepares to lunge in to strike with the blood-blade and Ragnarok in tow. Before s/he can do that though, senses are already ringing with something coming in fast towards him/her, and Crona can only just manage to turn to see what was coming before something literally crashes right into the kid, the force enough to send him/her flying back to the floor.]

[lionborn]

[Ow, ok, fuck that hurt! Struggling to get back up again and stammering excuses paired with questions how the other's doing, Leo suddenly freezes when he recognizes that mop of pink hair.

What the hell.

What the Hell-]

You again?!

[OPEN] [Outer District 1st Quarter - Close to the Walls] [Midnight]

[aiursfavoredson]

Tassadar's eyes were narrowed with determination as he sighted the invading army. He could see them on the horizon, but the scent of their enemies on the air was so thick, that he could almost see it. Had the scenery been more volcanic in nature, the protoss warrior might have almost mistaken them for the zerg on Char, but as it was, he only noted the similarities between the zerglings and the kishin eggs heading towards them.

The beasts were out for blood, and the templar would give the Kishin Eggs their own to feast on. He had gone up against the Queen of Blades herself in combat, and Tassadar knew that these creatures would be of no threat. Yet he wasn't foolish enough to believe that they'd be defeated easily. Much like the zerglings, they were weaker individually, but lethal in large numbers.

'My friends, this may be our final hour. The time has come to show our enemies that we will not falter or cower away from their attempts of intimidation! Remember well what you fight to protect as you engage the enemy, and go into this

[soulparadox]

These creatures.

[Nataku has yet to transform as he stands at Tassadar's side, feeling that it is better that he stand with him first than naught. An irrational thought, but it feels as though it is something that he should do. His gaze also sets out toward that which is approaching the city. This is where that which he calls his family lives -- he fights in the war to ensure that the battle need not be a bother for them. What is happening now will interfere with that Wish.

He narrows his eyes, nodding slightly at what it is that his Meister is saying to everyone within their Zone. There should be no mercy for that which threatens this city. A slight movement of his head as he locks the thought in place -- not like anyone would wish for mercy to be given to the Kishin eggs. His gaze slips to the side before he hears his name, and the reaction to it is automatic. Nataku feels his body transform immediately to wrap around the Protoss's arm instead.]

Die.

[The thought itself is quiet even as the ribbon lashes out to wrap around the

[aiursfavoredson]

[Nataku's presence by his side was of great comfort to the High Templar. He couldn't have wished for anyone else to stand at his side for this battle, and a sense of right settled within as Nataku shifted form and began wrapping himself around him.

Tassadar moved swiftly as the Kishin Eggs began to emerge. Striking out with his right arm, he watched as Nataku's form snapped forward to swipe at the line of Kishin crawling up from the hole.

His hulking form leapt up to land on the first Kishin Egg that Nataku tripped and injured. If it hadn't died from the initial attack, the templar was giving his Weapon the opportunity to take the beast down now as he held it down. More were coming, and while he waited, his other large hand snapped out to grab and swing one of the incoming Kishin away.]

[soulparadox]

[The ribbon lodges itself into the Kishin egg's head -- the body dissolves immediately into a soul. Wrapping itself around the soul, it disappears, devoured quickly. It seems like it is not the right time to be focused on eating but perhaps, it is best to do. More gathered in this moment would be useful in aiding in his power to help Tassadar. Logic.

One of the ends "looks" up as another Kishin approaches. It is knocked down by the Protoss as the ribbon snakes out to wrap around its body. Beginning to try to life and beat the creature into the ground before eventually lashing it back at another that approaches.]

It is as we said before ... they lack any sense of self preservation.

[CLOSED] [Reaper Residences] [11:30pm|| 15th of November] Before the invasion

[holy_prankster]

[In the past, Sohki would have sought out Count D for such a battle, but that was no longer an option. He was a Meister now, and he resisted the natural reaction to find his once partner, and instead made his way to where the only being he trusted within the city dwelled.

He'd made his way all the way up to the door he'd required, and knocked without hesitation. The knocking gesture, however, sounded calm against the door.]

[closedmarket]

[China was preparing in the best way he knew how: collecting up his medical supplies, his bandages and painkillers (modern or not), placing them all into easily carried boxes.]

[when the knock came, he almost didn't answer. but then a glance at the clock and the progress he had left (not much)...]

[he pulled open the door thirty seconds after, blinking in mild confusion at the sight.] -- Sohki?

[holy_prankster]

[Sohki didn't have to wait long before China was opening the door.

Seeing the confusion within the country's soul, the kirin smiled pleasantly.]

I believe that we need to talk, China-kun~

May I enter?

[closedmarket]

Of course. I would set some tea, but I am just finishing getting ready--

Do you need something? [just a touch of concern in there, but it's small: he's confident in Sohki's ability to take care of himself.]

[and, yes, stepping back to allow the other in.]

[open] [zone 4 + whereever needed] [12 AM on]

[screw_disorder]

[he didn't expect much more than what's happening now. for a moment, Stein pauses, standing and watching the chaos unfold. beside him, around him, before him - everywhere, fighters are beginning to throw themselves into it all, to save the city and their friends. or, he considered, themselves. it all depended on the person, he supposed.

he glances back at his partner, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.]

Ready, senpai?

[ooc: feel free to come fight with/be saved by the good doctor and the reigning Death Scythe! prose and action are both fine; I'll follow your lead.]

[Hiiiiii]

[daddyscythe]

[Spirit feels calm today, calmer than he has in all the other attacks in the city. It must be because he has a meister again, that he's not doing this alone and doubting his decisions (so many people affected--). Stein is the better thinker, and it's Spirit's job to anchor Stein's soul so he's not carried away. Compensating for each other.]

[His answer is to toss his head in a half-nod, half-shrug, and then there's a scythe standing for Stein to take.]

[hi bb! are you feeling any better?]

[screw_disorder]

[with a snap of his wrist he's able to effortlessly swing Spirit up, resting him on his shoulder just for a moment. he takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and just listening for a moment, half-lidded eyes surveying the slowly gaining chaos.

among all the ruined souls and desperate Guests, he can feel Spirit's softly burning soul, the passion and love in him and his overwhelming calm influence. he breathes it in, eyes fluttering closed as he just lets himself feel the familiar wavelength, matching his to Spirit's as effortlessly and automatically as blinking.

a little half-smile touches his lips and he opens his eyes, breathing out a plume of smoke. then, just as effortlessly, he swings Spirit around his body, centering his energies - and then they're off into the fray, Kishin eggs growling and snarling in Stein's ear as he cuts them down.]

I am!

[daddyscythe]

[He hadn't been kidding before, when he'd told a guest that good resonance is like a warm hug in a cold night. It feels like that now, a sense of safety and comfort in all of this chaos as he aligns himself with Stein, and Spirit knows that everything is going to be all right.

Spirit has a firm grip on both their souls as Stein moves to cut down their enemies, amplifying where it's needed and reigning in any excess. This is familiar work for him, and he barely notices the feeling of sliding through kishin eggs and them turning immaterial at his touch. Soon, red souls float around them.]

You're in good shape.

[Residental District 1] [OPEN] [Midnight-on]

[adiosasshole]

[Shinjiro wasn't scared: he'd fought enough monsters in his life to disassociate himself emotionally from the whole mess. If anything there was a low thrum of excitement in his bones. This was something he knew how to do, and do well.

Even if he was fighting with a living chainsaw instead of an axe and demonic horseman. In the end it was all the same thing.]

/leaps on (3ish)

[screw_disorder]

Ooh, I've never seen a chainsaw in action before.

[he drops off of a building, landing in the street with a sweeping motion, slashing one unfortunately too-slow Kishin egg across the body and glancing at Shinjiro with a wry smile.]

At least, not one in a full form. Usually, the chainsaw I'm familiar with wields itself.

[daddyscythe]

Of course you have-- [Pause, because Stein corrects himself. Augh, Giriko...] I still need to pay that bastard back. [For beating him up that other time.]

Hey, kid. You all right?

[adiosasshole]

[The more experienced pair showing up makes Shinjiro jerk in surprise: but he isn't the type to look a gift horse in the mouth. So instead he swings Kanaya at the next foe, the chain of tiny blades ripping into the kishin egg like a hundred angry teeth]

Been better.