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EVENT: The Attack of the Clowns

Early in the morning, those who had brought one back would find the bird keychains they brought back from their trip to that skii resort doing something...strange. The small eyes on the things started pulsing with a faint light that might go unnoticed at first. It doesn't stop though, and keeps right on pulsing for the rest of the morning.

Shortly, before noon, the light stops pulsing and shines bright enough to be uncomfortable.

Two things happen at once when it does.

One of these things is this: within a 50 meter radius of every keychain, strange ripples appear in the ground. From these ripples, something that is barely humanoid in shape slowly ascend. Their colours range from red to silver to yellow to purple. When they've materialized all the way, the Clowns immediately spring into action, attacking anyone nearby and, if there is no one, move in whatever direction they were facing, seeking victims.

The other thing that happens is a voice, young, lilting and feminine, being projected through the keychains.

""Thank you for all that you have done: none of this would have been possible without your contributions. I would thank you all in person except I don't believe I am really welcome here. Which is a pity as I hadn't gotten to meet all of my lovely victims the first time around. Please accept these children as a token of my appreciation instead. They are a little, ah, crude, but I do hope you will all play nicely~."

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Light's leverage helped, but had the unfortunate side-effect of stretching L to a level where his links were strained.

However, the precision he had been delaying for was worth it. In one strong, deliberate bite, he cut through the spinal cord, the monstrous clown snapping nearly double in shock as it delivered a last few violent bucks. This time, it managed to dislodge the bear trap, sending L spinning back toward Light as it rode out it final death throes.

But...

[Lily still had a few misgivings about leaving the girl alone with the red clown but there wasn't realistically much she could do here. After one more concerned frown, she hurried off with the injured man. If she remembered right, the hospital was closer to this spot than the clinic...]

[Meanwhile, Genesis had been controlling the madness within him, taming it so he and Edgeworth could achieve perfect resonance at the quickest time. It had to be now or else the damage would be something they couldn't control. Not to mention that if they couldn't do so, then they might as well become trapped in the burning office.

He thought of LOVELESS, he focused on the words as a mantra to tame the Black Blood, and then made his mind zero in on Edgeworth's emotions and amplifying them.]

Let's do it, partner.

[ the feeling of kaworu sinking into the clown's flesh - they had killed a clown before, he knows how it feels like now so it's not surprising but it's still so new. It doesn't upset him at all, and in a way, it's a curious feeling.

However, the angel can't think too much about it right now because he has no time for that. When Allen impales the enemy, that doesn't seem to stop it and it attempts to get on top pf the pair like a furious mad animal that could see nothing else but its prey. The second clown is basically on top of them at this point as well, not even caring for the other clown and probably clwaing it.

Sorry Allen, but he has to do something.

And Kaworu activates the A.T.Field again, which basically pushes the enemy by slamming the shield against the two enemies violently. It's enough to get them off and give the two some room, at least for a second. ]

[Energy level seems to have recovered quite well. Psii gets ready to either send energy blast or reach out to help Amaterasu manipulate something. Adapting strategies feels almost as easy as used to with HL.]

Feel fine right now.

[She runs, grinning when Psii seems to be at ease. His soul feels like it's back and stronger. Her side of the resonance reflects her smile.]

Good to hear. We'll be on our target very shortly.

[Edgeworth visualized Genesis' second Weapon form in his mind. He imposed his will upon the flames that were itching to spread and destroy everything in their path. This Agency had been established for a reason, and if Edgeworth could not protect it and everything it stood for, he would never, ever forgive himself.

Ever.

He swung the Rapier forward at the nearest patch of flame, glaring at it as if it were a defendant trying to bluff and cover up what he had done. Feeling the power welling up inside him like a reservoir ready to be tapped and the warmth of their resonance hitting the perfect note, Edgeworth shouted his commands, pointing the Rapier in turn to every flickering group of flames.

In order to achieve perfect concentration, he shut everything else within his surroundings out, depending entirely on Genesis to warn him in case any more enemies approached.]

Stop! Die! Cease and desist!

[Rinse and repeat. And the fires did exactly that, suddenly remaining in one place before sputtering out just like Edgeworth had yelled at them to. Miles Edgeworth: Fire Whisperer.]

Edited 2014-02-02 11:15 (UTC)

[ 'Killed'—

He wouldn't consider it like that, but then that's why it's easy for Allen to fight right now without hesitation. Because for someone so deeply tuned to souls like Allen is...

It's only a sense, and if he had a moment to breath he might admit it's mostly hope (even if it's from the way his Meister abilities run), but there's a strong gut sense of there being no soul in these creatures. They aren't alive, not really. They aren't human or possessing humanity. Flesh and blood machines maybe that aren't flesh or blood; that's what his gut tells him.

It's not really killing then. At least, those are the beliefs Allen has to hold to to fight the way he does and do what seems to be brutal with gentle feelings; clear lines between destroying to put to rest, to save more than is destroyed, reduce suffering instead of create it—and murder.

There isn't really time to question that right now though anyway. Surviving sort of takes precedence.

So when Kaworu activates the shield, he's already twisting the blade out and dropping back. Because of feeling connected like this, this resonance—it's like a flickering foreknowledge, the intent that he's going to do that. Battle instincts, being connected to who you're fighting with and what you're fighting—it's hard to say where one ends and the next begins. And that exhilarating part of battle, and gentleness and desperation aside—it is what Allen lives for.

Being alive with purpose.

He does take a moment to take a step back and somewhat heavily catch his breath though, bringing the back of a gloved hand up to wipe a bit of the blood from his mouth as the two clowns—are they really clowns or anything that humanoid anymore?—lurch and begin to stagger back up, the one bleeding profusely silver. Watching and—trying to figure them out, really, and look for an opening. The heck are these things, anyway. ]

They seem like rabid animals almost. [ Or gone mad. ]

[Eve had noticed the strange stuffed bird's eyes glowing when she'd gone to her bag to get something after she left for an early lunch. She was staring at it curiously when the voice started speaking.

She clenched her jaw and dropped the thing on the ground and turned back the way she came.

She dodged the Clowns that were starting to emerge as best she could. Luckily she hadn't been that far...]

[ it doesn't matter to Kaworu what they are, right now. Angels are simple like that, they have an objective and they are willing to go to whatever extend to fulfill it. kaworu's objective is to keep Shinji safe, but right now it also shifted to keeping his meister safe. it only makes sense to him that he needs to protect this person and fight with this person.

And that's why things like "is it alive, is it a thing or is it a soul" don't really matter to him right now. The death of one doesn't matter to kaworu, even if he is so protective of the whole. it's ironic even if most would see it as completely weird.

Allen is hurt, he can feel through his connection to him and right now Kaworu is worried but also set on getting rid of those clowns. The shield remains up because he knows the enemy will attack right away and his focus on it and their resonance keeps them strong.

At least that's what he thought.

One of the clowns - the one that isn't bleeding - rushes towards them and Kaworu is ready to take the hit, but the moment the claw meets the shield it just... cuts. It cuts through the field and all Kaworu has time to do is to gasp before the claw meets the sword.

And he feels that. He feels it a lot more than before. Before he felt pain, but now it's just too much. And he screams in pain before he finally can't keep up his weapon form anymore, falling to the ground, weak - and that was the perfect chance for the clown to rise its other hand and aim it right at Kaworu's jaw ]

[ 'I heard something tear'...

Some quiet void where your first instinct is that something is wrong but you're too frozen to even see what happened. Because of how you can't hear your heartbeat anymore, no steady thump, and there's just that void and rending that feels like pain except you don't think you've been hurt.

That moment between ba- and -bump when the resonance pops like a bubble and then there's just screaming. ]

[ And then his heart beats and Allen's reacted before he even knew he had to.

Left arm flung up like a swordsman might parry to block the blow and dropped into a protective crouch to shield the other boy. ]

Nnh... [ His body shakes and gets pushed back under the blow, even with pushing back with his forearm and trying to angle the claws away, but he doesn't budge. But its flesh ripples silver though. Warps, bends—

(ew...)

—until the clown's hand is wrapped around Allen's still very human-seeming left one and it smiles in an almost curious, also suddenly-human sort of manner. It's enough to make him pause and still for a second, blinking.

Then it squeezes.

And it's a very audible pop but a swallowed scream this time. ]

Edited 2014-02-03 20:34 (UTC)

[Psii can feel Amaterasu's smile perfectly well through resonance, and wonders if goggles can smile at all. If they can, he is.

Takes him a moment to recognize familiar crackle of psionics, because is coming from outside self.]

Feel another yellow one, up ahead.

[ Kaworu gasps , rising his head as he realizes Allen is standing between him and the clown and red eyes go wide when he realizes what is happening in front of them. He is incredibly weak, but still strong enough to scream Allen’s name before he hears that crunch sound.

Had Kaworu his powers, he’d have done something incredibly vicious to the clown, but he doesn’t. All he has is some energy left to turn his hand into a blade and thrust it up to stab at the enemy’s arm.

The effect, however, is ridiculously small. It does cut, and the clown does bleed, but it doesn’t inch away. Instead, it suddenly kicks Kaworu’s stomach, throwing him few feet away from his meister. The angel eventually groans in pain and rises his head to look at Allen but the second forgotten clown – the one bleeding and half dead – kicks Kaworu in the stomach. That was enough to bring taste of acid to his mouth, but also blood. ]

Ugh… A-allen- [ his focus is, however, Allen.

Because Allen is in danger and it’s true that the angel never met Allen before, it’s true he focus his all on Shinji – but Allen protected Kaworu when he didn’t have to. Allen tried to help him, Allen –

Well, he didn’t have to. At all.

That’s why Kaworu has to protect him. Well, he hopes to, but right now he probably can’t do much ]

Hold it together, kids!

[Cloud sweeps in next to Allen, aware that his partner will move beyond him to the clown attacking the other youth. His katana charges with energy as he resonates with himself and passes the charge down the blade that he's wielding.

He lifts the blade and removes the clown's arm with a one-handed slice of the blade, swinging his left fist to slam into the silver clown to sent it staggering back as he steps in between the clown and Allen. He doesn't pass more than a glance to make certain there isn't a mortal wound before he steps away to engage the shifting silver clown that was shifting limbs.

He side-steps a thrust before he leaps up and cleaves the clown in two equal pieces as soul energy surges around him in the strike and then he's landing to flick silver goo off of his blade.]

Nice day for a good fight, right Sephiroth? You're Allen and Kaworu, right?

A yellow one? What do you think are the chances it knows we're coming?

[Easily, she could get a surprise jump on it to stun it and leave it open for an assault.]

[Giroro would prefer to avoid a fight wherever possible to. Though, knowing that they might not have that choice, he asked,]

I have a knife I can lend you if you think you need it.

He catches Shinji easily, wrapping his wavelength around Shinji's familiar one as his hands wrap around the hilt.

"You think you can do what you want in my city?" he calls to the silver clown, pointing his sword at it. Not that he really needed to work hard to keep the clown's attention on him, but there's no way the clown is going to dream of shuffling off elsewhere now. Takuto may not be glowing this time around, but his wavelength is still as dazzling as ever, full of the desire to protect the place he calls home and the people that live here.

Come on, Shinji! Let's show it what we've got! And he sprints towards the clown.

[Sephiroth was ever-silent as he swooped in to where Kaworu was with the clown hovering over him. He hadn't missed the display between the two or the ramifications behind it. Yet it was something he did his best to push from his mind as he brought his beloved Masamune up to effortlessly slice through the leg of the clown attempting to strike at Kaworu again.]

I would hardly consider this a 'good' fight.

[He wasn't being arrogant, for once, but instead simply stating the facts. There was a fluid motion in his next swipe as he cut the clown in half effectively killing it. With his eyes flicking around to source any other potential threats, Sephiroth left Cloud to ask about the health of the other two.]

[ Without even having to resonate...

Or that Cloud looks like he does, with how that spiritual energy follows him as he cuts through. But regardless, to so effortlessly and easily when they'd been struggling—

It kind of feels like being sent back to square one all over again, to watch that sort of difference in power.

How... utterly depressing. ]

...yes! [ Belatedly remembering to answer the question. Which is confusing that they're known, but when Allen had spoken with Cloud and Sephiroth it had been through text so he doesn't connect the two right away. But him and Kaworu—

Oh. Kaworu—

—was injured worse than Allen. And with no sign of other threats he drops back and kneels to check on him in a flare of concern and protectiveness. Even if Allen looks like he was thrown around a fair amount earlier, sporting his own blood and yellow and silver, and can't seem to move his left hand...

(can't think about his left hand)

Ignoring all of that right now, and his eyes flick back to Sephiroth and then Cloud. ]

Thank you... [ It's still a little mystified. ]

[ Kaworu rises his head when he notices Sephiroth nearby, blinking in surprise with the ease he is able to destroy the clown, even if it was half dead. He doesn't feel disheartened that he isn't able to fight like that or that he is basically at zero square - he already knew that - but he feels... frustrated? Kaworu is used to a completely different sort of battle, after all.

His red eyes turn to Cloud when he mentions his name, and then fall on Allen once more, but before he tries to move closer to the meister, he glances back again at the man that just saved him, mouthing a weak "Thank you". Only then he walks towards Allen. Slowly.

So very slowly.

He is exhausted. Using his weapon ability without even thinking of the consequences (or realizing that he'd be drained from his energy) isn't a good thing, obviously. At least the angel learns from his mistakes ]

[He doesn't entirely turn away or sheathe his sword as he looks around to make certain that there is no more trouble brewing around them. He knows that his partner is far better at guarding than he is in such situations, and he leaves his post to rap his knuckles affectionately against Sephiroth's bare chest.

The two are injured, and he knows they shouldn't be left to find medical attention without some protection.]

You two need to see a clinic. It won't do anyone any good to be out of commission for too long.

[He shifts and stands closer to examine the pair of their injures. Yes, definitely medical attention.]

You two must have fought well to damage one of the clowns so badly. I bet you could have taken them both at any time. Sorry for ruining your fun like that.

[The offer of thanks was one that he assumed was for Cloud. His sense of justice didn't often extend to others in trouble, only that of his partner. Yet he wasn't about to let Cloud go in and fight by himself regardless of the ability he had.

When the child near him stirred, Sephiroth's sharp gaze drifted down to regard him. The boy's attention wasn't on him, something Sephiroth preferred, and he remained where he was as the child began to head back over to where his Meister was.

He wasn't much of a conversationalist and simply allowed for Cloud to do the talking for him. His partner was far more eloquent than he ever could be given the fact that he no longer cared about the words that left his mouth. When Cloud came over towards him, his attention shifted briefly to the blonde, a silent acknowledgement to the touch, before it once again returned to their surroundings.

If Cloud was intending to take these boys to the clinic, then he would voice no complaint.]

[Lily ducked behind a mailbox, biting her lip in concern as they battled the clown.]

[The silver creature stumbled at the attack on its legs, dropping back down to one knee. But it wasn't going to allow itself to be beaten that easily. Digging the blades into the pavement for leverage, it rose again and quickly pulled the blades out, whirling around to attack once more.]

Own powers never included that capability, so: small.

[He's ready to let his own version of energy snap out at imposter.]

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