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Characters: Open to all Mission goers to Vienna
Location: Vienna
Rating: PG
Time: Jan 17, starts at about mid-morning
Description: Missions 151 and 152, crossposted to DW



It's snowing in Vienna when the agents come in, and it seems that the situation there had gone from all right to downright crazy in the minute it took for the madness wavelength to sweep the city just an hour before. There is chaos as people run from murderous citizens and the police try to take them down. The prisons are already overflowing, some with people desperate to protect themselves from attack.

It doesn't take long before the first kishin eggs appear, people who accidentally kill others and eat their souls in madness.

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[packyourkitbag.livejournal.com]

Saki started to draw closer to him. All these dead bodies just hanging out are creepy on their own, but where she's from the dead are cremated. His words just make her have more questions, god or no. But he isn't any of the old ones that she knows - good thing where she's from there's more than one world. She hadn't been to all of them.

She meets his gaze, hoping he won't find a way to smite her for what she's about to ask. "What kind of power do you have here, then?"

[kill-some-time.livejournal.com]

"Here?" He stops and smiles, amused. "The same as I have everywhere in this world and one of the basics of what my existence seems to humans at that day and age."

He smiles and his pale complexion and dark, dark eyes make him look as if he were one of the 'natural' denizens of those corridors beneath the earth rather than just another living visitor. "Fear. Madness. I am the bearer of the last irrevocable truth. One could call it only natural that any mortal beings aware of their existence shy away from me." He gives her a small, conspiratorial wink before he starts walking again, past a hole and down another corridor that is almost hidden to their left. "I myself am inclined to think that the only thing one has to fear when encountering me is their own fear. It will happen soon, now."

[packyourkitbag.livejournal.com]

The only to fear is her own fear... she doubts he meant it this way, but she chooses to take it as reassuring. Normally she wouldn't be, she'd be scared regardless, but down here? Well, she's encountering him, isn't she? She's finding the catacombs to be far creepier. She doesn't smile, but there's enough of a difference in her countenance, certainly.

"It? What's it? The Kishin?"

[kill-some-time.livejournal.com]

He stomps and a barely audible 'hmph' escapes his limps. He did not enjoy the company of having this things down here and the smallest pair of his layered sic ears turned down in response to the emotion.

"What else?"

With a flash of unlight the god vanished and a black weapon clattered to the floor softly. The heads of the meteor hammer look deceivingly small and light, barely bigger than a fist as they emit small waves of subtle terror.

Let's see if she would be able to use him.

[packyourkitbag.livejournal.com]

Yeah, subtle her ass. But given that she'd really started getting scared as soon as she was down here, well. Too late to turn back now. The weapon itself didn't start her near as much as the fact that he thought it was necessary to transform... into something she'd never used before.

She picked (it? him?) up, gingerly. She'd seen it used, so she... twirls it. Kind of. And almost hits herself when she lets go. Welp, the noise she made would draw the Kishin, that was for sure.

[kill-some-time.livejournal.com]

Now, he had never claimed that he was a nice god. (He had justified doubts that such a thing ever existed, actually.)

He listened to the soft pulse of her life as their wavelengths connected, as easily adapting his own to fit hers like a shadow would adapt with any change of the light that was throwing it. He picked up partially on her doubts, but remained silent while she tried to wield him.

Only when she almost hit herself he broke his silence, laughing gently at her bad luck. At the same time a grunt followed by the sound of claws against stone echoed from somewhere ahead of them, drawing closer far too quickly until it passed the corridor they had left only moments ago. It wouldn't take long for the kishin egg to realize that it had passed its prey, but for a moment they were in its blind angle and at advantage.

'Relax, it is just simple dynamics. Rotation, force and speed. Gravitation. Consider that the chain still moves when you let go.'

[packyourkitbag.livejournal.com]

She'd heard those claws, but if she wanted to actually be able to find, she had to practice more. Even the slightest bit helped. She'd never wielded a Weapon before, and the connection, along with her new focus, helps to calm her down.

'Okay,' she says, and tries to strengthen the connection, at least on her end. Maybe it'll help her skill; there's only one way to find out, and it really can't hurt it. She keeps his words in mind, and there. That one was much better.

[kill-some-time.livejournal.com]

He reacted to her attempt he deepening their contact, letting his soul seep into any cracks and darknesses hers had to offer and empathising the power of her liveliness and light by his own lack thereoff. His weapon-form reacted by making a soft noise as the chain cut through the air, suddenly being a bit lighter to swing and easier to control.

'If you are not sure you migth want to wait until there is little way to miss', he adviced.

At the same time the kishin egg had turned around. Growling and sniffling like a giant hound, it maade its way back to where they were, going a lot slower then before in order not to make the same mistake tice and miss its prey again.

[packyourkitbag.livejournal.com]

'It knows we're here. I can't afford to wait.' Most likely, that's exactly the wrong kind of attitude. Something down here, though? She throws, again. She doesn't think she's good with it, by any means, but it was better than just standing there. She doesn't know why, it's probably that link, but it's been getting easier, really quickly.

His soul is... cold, an... empty cold, normally the kind of cold that she'd find really creepy. This time, though, it's reassuring, and she nods to herself and throws once more.

[kill-some-time.livejournal.com]

'Heh', the strange one-syllaby laugh was the only way Hades reacted with as their opponent finally apeared. More by luck than skill the head of the hammer hits the quadrupedal kishin egg by it's shoulder, breaking it in the process and driving it back with a shriek.

'Fear is what you make of it.' It could be both, a strength or weakness.

[packyourkitbag.livejournal.com]

Saki almost ignores him, barely trying to send an acknowledgement through the soul link. She doesn't want to underestimate the Kishin, but she's fought monsters before. She can handle this, she knows she can. Its shriek makes her more determined, and she throws again, aiming for its other shoulder.

[kill-some-time.livejournal.com]

The kishin egg reeled back awkwardly, revealing a shape that looked like a big furry crocodile with too long legs and an eyeless scull that seems to be made of metal. Part of its teeth are bloodied. It hisses and jumps to the side, snapping after her feet when it lands only to let out another wailing shriek when the meteor hammer connects once more.

Falling to its side with both its front legs broken, he twists in order to keep moving. It's still trying to harm thet Meister and Weapon team.

[packyourkitbag.livejournal.com]

It's determined, she'll give it that. But she's determined too, and - faster than she thought it'd be, damn. She's not even stopping to aim before throwing the hammer in its direction, choosing to rely on what little resonation they might have.

[kill-some-time.livejournal.com]

Be it through Hades' help or not, the meteor hammer manages to find it's goal once more. It does so with a devastating effect and this time there is a crushing sound, a few stubborn last moments of movement as the kishin egg struggles - and then it dissolves into a swirl of black light until only the sickly-red corrupted soul of it remains, floating in the air and illuminating the catacombs with an eery light.

Hades comment to this all is a prominent silence as the god waits for the mortal to react first.