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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~."
((OOC: Please put [Character Name | Location | OPEN/CLOSED ] in your subject header! Event information can be found here.))
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~."
((OOC: Please put [Character Name | Location | OPEN/CLOSED ] in your subject header! Event information can be found here.))
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There are creatures lurking around the streets, I haven't seen them before. [ ever ] - but i think they are attacking. [ were these the so called kishin eggs?
Still, the angel's hand reaches for Allen's arm, worried ]
Are you aright?
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I'm fine...
[ He continues on a touch more earnestly though, leaning forward. Kaworu mentioned creatures—so he thinks it must be kishin eggs too. ]
I want to find the others, though. I can hear them fighting too. [ It's worried, his tone. How could it not be? ]
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Shinji. Shinji. Shinji.
Is he fighting too? Does he need help? Is he alright? is he also running through the streets to find someone to fight with?
The red eyes look away, towards the area where the sound of fighting comes from. If Shinji is fighting, maybe he is there.
And so, the angel offers Allen his hand ] Let's find them.
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[ Only a half second's pause, and he takes that hand. ]
Mm.
[ With a smile, small, relieved, and appreciative. But he doesn't try to resonate and won't yet—it doesn't seem a good idea until they have to when there's fighting, they'll need their energy for that. But Allen is going to hold onto his hand until then, and tug them along.
It isn't for terribly long though. Towards the outer residential district, when a wall up ahead crumbles and the kicked up dust lurches. Staggers through onto the street with a large silhouette—and turns to look at the pair.
Tick, tock—one blue eye squinting and the red open wide, head cocking first one way and then snapping back another like a lurching spring as it focuses on Kaworu and Allen. Smiles.
Hee ♥ ]
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it's when he suddenly sees a creature in front of them that kaworu stops and squeezes Allen's hand harder. He is not surprised by the look (try to have siblings looking even weirder than this and you'll understand why), but he didn't expect to find one smiling at them like this.
Instinct kicks in, and the second after, kaworu transforms into his weapon form - a large sword like that suddenly in Allen's hand probably throws the exorcist of Balance, but they need to move. Immediately he calls for Allen's soul, so they would resonate.
As consequence of that, the Clown takes that as an invitation to charge against the pair, of course. Why else would they resonate? ]
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—gek. ]
...
[ Sometimes... just sometimes Allen Walker can be so incredibly painfully, humorlessly aware of the ironies in his own life.
Sometimes.
Clown jester. Level 2 akuma? No, it just looks like one. A lot like one, more than he would have expected. So much so that Kaworu's transformation doesn't throw him off balance; Allen was already reaching out to him. Hand and soul, like he would have reached for his own sword. Something swift and sure, let's go.
After all, it's easier to catch something when you believe with a certainty it will be there.
Although that very fact alone almost gives him pause—the jerky sort of realizing Kaworu is not his Innocence, but that he caught him so easily still. It makes him waver for a moment, soul and wavelength. So certain and snapped-together one second, and then faltering, eyes flicking down the the blade and if Kaworu's reflection is there. ] Are—
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[ NOT REALLY TIME FOR ANYTHING, it charged and charged fast, so as it ducks its head to swipe with too-long arms at Allen he slams the flat of the sword into its face, hard, and uses it to handspring smoothly over the the creature with haphazard reflexes.
Light and acrobatic. Like a clown.
Sorry! It's a burst of upside-down apology because talking is distracting, scrambling mentally and physically to focus on Kaworu, forget being rattled, remember that bond, what that felt like, reach, and remember it as he lands on his feet again; before it recovers from the stun. ]
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Thus it's a restrain on their resonance, but not enough to break it.
The moment the sword hits the enemy, kaworu is brought back to reason and quickly reaches for Allen's soul, as well. Desperate, need, need to give him and need to protect him. To keep his strength and give it to the other so their bond won't break so easily. When his meets Allen's wavelength even stronger, it becomes warm and familiar.
Though they don't have time to rejoice in it, because even if its face was it, the Clown still has its hands and is quite ready to use them to basically smash them with litle to no coordination - but with strength.
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—it's shimmery. Flickering, the sort of mix of gratitude and apology he has. Apology for thinking of him, another person like his Innocence for a second maybe and letting that throw him off balance, apology maybe to Crown Clown for the same; but grateful for that gentle sense and feeling a bit tethered by it or reminded that reality is there. But this really is it right now, not training or resonating or practice of any sort, but this creature in front of them right now—
Allen swallows, grip shifting and tightening slightly as the clown turns quickly in the direction they landed; lowering the tip of the sword, raising the back. Clown jester...
For a moment, Kaworu might be able to feel Allen pushing—pushing for what, it's hard to say. A sensation like trying to squint except with one's soul, maybe. Looking for something that isn't there, and a calming sort of soberness that washes over that.
And pity. Gentle, sorrowful pity.
I can't see anything, but—
There's a calmness, and the soft sort of white glow from before surrounding the sword; making it sharper. Resonance.
Even if there's a small degree of fear in Allen. Fear, worry—not for himself or the battle, but the creature in front of them. What are you; I'm sorry for whatever has made you look and act the way you are now. Can I save you? I'll try.
It's strange, but it's almost like he can see more then. Feeling what feels like a void from a puppet—an emptyness... ]
... it's still sad.
[ The clown jerks as he says it though, and looks as if it might charge, but recoils instead to send a blast at them. Psychic, sharp and low and shrill at the same time.
For Allen it's instinctive and he's not entirely certain of how effective it'll be, but he brings the sword around to block in front of him with it, like a shield. ]
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So with the apology, a soft feeling, as to say “it doesn’t matter, it’s alright” comes next. He wishes he could give Allen what he is used to, to fight like he is used to, but the angel can’t. That much he knows and so does the other. Allen will have to use what he has in his hands – Kaworu, in this case.
But Allen’s feelings, how he feels for this creature- does it really matter? Kaworu can’t understand that side of Allen, even if really is amazing. The feeling of it is foreign, but gentle and calm, something that makes kaworu smile and it does feel good, but he doesn’t understand why. Why Allen feels so much for others like this, for others that aren’t even like him, that are monsters and enemies.
Isn’t it painful to you, as well?
He doesn’t ask and he doesn’t focus on that question. It’s not the time, not really. The clown is on the move again, and kaworu suddenly a blast of red and blue energy coming from it – he isn’t even sure from where, but does it matter? – and Allen rises the weapon, the angel.
The resonance shakes before the impact because Kaworu knows he doesn’t have his powers nor his field. He can’t stop the blast, of course not; not at this stage, not with no souls giving him strenght. And when it hits him, he feels it far too well. The weapon form is a way to protect himself, so he has to wonder if a human was to feel this blast without any sort of defense, would they survive? In a way, he is glad that Allen protect himself with the sword, but-
It’s painful
His body, it hurts.
Maybe that’s what triggers it. Kaworu’s groans in pain, but he feels an urge. A urge to stop it – sure, he has no survival instincts, but he is not a masochist. He does want to cease the pain. So a grunt follows the groan and suddenly it all clicks.
And Kaworu is able to form a field, right in front of the pair, that doesn’t allow the blast of energy to touch him anymore. A far too familiar field. ]
A.T.Field! [ well, sort of. It’s a lot smaller, but it’s there. He can feel it and see it. And use it. ]
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It's a twisting, lurching, awful realization. He wouldn't have tried to block, if he'd thought— ]
Kaworu! [ It's panicky. No good, even with the shield (which would give him pause to marvel at it slightly in any other situation, with that strange sort of deju vu familiarity again. A.T.Field?)—this can't be a protracted fight.
He's sorry, he hopes it's okay to fight with you just a little longer.
Just... a little— ]
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Have to finish this fast.
—he barrels straight through the beams towards the clown. (Admittedly probably from sheer stubborn willpower alone.) Probably would have tried to bodyslam it with the shield up, but the blast stops just prior to that and even the clown's mismatched eyes squint sharply one way and then the other in surprise at the closing of the gap. So while Allen still has all that forward momentum and he can bring his other hand up to change grips, wait for the shield to drop (will it to, ask Kaworu for it to, an instinctive and strong now—)...
It's one clean, swift, absolutely certain cut, swung heavily from the shoulder without even blinking and carried through clear to the other side of the creature. Bisecting hip to shoulder clean through. It isn't without a twinge of uncertainty and hope immediately following that, even if tempered by some sort of knowing, but...
Not even waiting for the sound of the thud and a little short of breath, he jerks instead to glance for Kaworu's reflection in the flat of the blade, concern flaring first and foremost. Kaworu? ]
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However when the blast hits the Field in from of them, the pain ceases and that gives a chance for Kaworu to take a deep breathe and recover just enough to continue.
He doesn't expect Allen to rush towards the enemy like that, but kaworu doesn't call Allen to try to stop him. from the two, the exorcist is definitively the one that is more capable and knows how to handle a weapon (even if it's a weapon so big like Kaworu).
When the gap between the pair and the clown is closed, the shield drops (else Allen wouldn't be able to attack) and he can feel himself curring through the enemy. Though he knows it was him and he knows it was done with his weapon form - Kaworu feels it - it's nothing as disturbing as to actually feel yourself doing the cut; it's detached, in a way.
He watched the clown, silently. It doesn't bleed red. It doesn't look human. It's not an angel, either. Even if it was, kaworu doubts he would feel any sort of sadness about it. He is set on his priorities, no matter how much he loves the whole, even if the clown was part of that whole. In a way, he can be called "cruel" because of that.
Kaworu looks back at Allen; he can see the angel's reflection on the surface of the blade. He isn't smiling softly. like he usually does. Right now, he is worried about Shinji. if the boy was to meet something like this, would he be alright?
Probably not.
kaworu dislikes that feeling. ]
Let's go.
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It makes his expression flicker in surprise and some concern too. Was there someone they should look for first? He almost asks it, but— ]
—mm. [ His eyes snag again on the remains of the clown, though. Blood that isn't blood. Completely inhuman body—mostly. There's some relief, but...
It's not without a stab of anxiety too, of wanting to push to try to see what isn't there. Weren't the souls supposed to be visible in kishin eggs though? Because he couldn't see it, because it felt empty to look at...
(The glow on the weapon's faded.)
Allen shakes it off and an urge to wish it to rest in peace—there can be time for that later, the small sort of prayer or funeral rite he always speaks—and turns, quickly sprinting down the street again and balancing Kaworu's weapon form over his shoulder. The angel's right, he does know how to handle weapons—though it's actually more limited to man-sized swords and left-handed claws. Although he does feel more comfortable with the latter. As much as Allen's sword is an incredibly, unspeakably important part of him, it can feel incredibly slow and bulky to use sometimes, too.
But right now, Kaworu's weapon form is incredibly relieving and familiar to him. ]
Its eyes looked like someone else's. Another Weapon's. [ Speaking a little softly but with a sort of low earnesty too. It's concerning, and he'd know—he resonated with Psii just a few hours earlier and was wearing goggles just like that. It was hard not to notice that when he slammed the flat of the blade right in its face. ]
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Do you think that person would know anything about it?
[ he doesn’t know if these are the kishin eggs he has read about, however, there are no souls as the books and other people described. For a moment, kaworu thinks they may not have killed the being that just attacked them and fell, but it didn’t move and it didn’t come after them either.
But whatever it was, whoever it may be related to, that’s something to deal with later. Right now, kaworu has something on his mind and that’s when he speaks out ]
Allen. I need to go to Death City Heights. [ that’s where takuto lives and Shinji lives with him. That’s why he wants to go there, and make sure Shinji is alright. That’s his only priority right now.
Or it’d be, because soon after, he realizes, they start being followed. ]
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He straightens for a second, getting his bearings in relation to that. It can take a moment. Allen tends to lose track of where he is in battle rather easily. ]
Mn. [ Even if it doesn't get into his voice, it's a gentler sort of concern behind that. The person Kaworu wants to find; of course it means Allen's concerned too. ] Who are we...?
[ 'looking for' ]
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Maybe just battle instincts, too.
It's still almost too late though, because as Allen whips around and quickly raises the blade, it's instantly met with a clang and something that's speed and silver and—claws?! more than it seems a creature or clown from before. ] !!
[ It only half resembles the thing from before really, the rest of it having some sort of canine appearance, leaning against the sword with its claws and trying to snap at his head.
And it's pushing him—back... ]
tch... [ It's instinctive, to brace and dig his heels in to keep from being pushed over, to try and latch onto Kaworu stronger—resonate stronger—like he would try to synchronize stronger. ]
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an animal-clown-thing?
He has no time to think it over, though. When he feels the being pushing forward and Allen reaching for Kaworu, the angel reaches back just as fast, just as strong, just as needy and he is quick to put his field up between the two and the clown.
Not only that, but he forces the Field against it, too, shoving the Clown backwards with some strength - enough to knock him down for a moment - and far away from them. Hopefully this will give Allen time to decide what their next move is, while the clown shakes its head for a second as trying to realize just what happened. And though it may not understand it, it isn't done yet.
With a growl that almost sounded like a dog's, suddenly gets up and is ready to attack again.
Kaworu thinks about putting up the field once more, but he decides to let his partner decide ] Allen- [ what next? ]
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He swallows; brings the sword around to his side. Tries to focus. ] I know.
—like before. We don't have a lot of time. [ Rough-soft and bracing. There's someone they need to look for in this, right? So best move fast and get this over with quickly. In fast for one hard strike past its defenses.
It lacks the reassurances Allen's left eye would give him about akuma, but given the lack of the it doesn't get more clear-cut what he (they) need to do. To destroy this sort of creature to protect others—it's absolutely what an Exorcist would do. No room for hesitation or worries, not right now.
(His heel digs in a little harder.)
So here we— ]
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The only tell the second creature gives is the shadow that passes over them. Enough to make Allen freeze and catch another, different sort of flashing silver from the corner of his eye as the other gets to its feet.
Oh...
This time he's not going to be able to move fast enough.
It's funny though. Because for a second—that agonizingly long second it takes to turn around again—it really does feel like slow motion. ]
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The A.T.Field, he has to put the A.T.Field up!!
Except that doesn't work this time. There is no time to focus on his weapon ability and make it happen, which isn't as automatic as it was back in his world with his A.T.Field. The real A.T.Field.
The clown's hand (paw?) manages to aim right at Allen, avoiding Kaworu (who is the weapon, so certainly it'll avoid Kaworu), which means the Meister is the main target and there is much the angel can do to protect him right now. Through their resonance, he screams Allen's name and the next emotion that fills it is concern for Allen. ]
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It's so different from how you usually are, Kaworu.
Actually, he feels a little bad for it. ]
Gh— [ It's probably lucky (lucky...) that it's a backhand that catches him, because that one looks like it might have gotten the idea in its head to try to morph into a bear. But head over heels, it sends him flying like a skipping stone. Bouncing like one, too, before he rolls to a stop in a heavy, bruised heap.
can't stay like that
get up, have to get up ]
Nn... [ Ow... his ribs...
—but he kept a deathgrip on Kaworu's weapon form the entire time. He'd have to be knocked near unconscious not to. ]
Didn't really... [ ragged, wheezing a little wetly; there's blood in his mouth ] expect them...
...this fast... [ this much faster than before, at least.
A little wobbly (no air), he struggles to sit up, to get back to his feet. He's going to need to dig the point of the blade into the ground through to leverage himself up, though. Sorry Kaworu, it doesn't really seem right, but... ]
Sorry... [ but it's sympathy and reassurance. calming. it's okay, don't worry. ]
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Two?! This is bad, they aren’t - Kaworu’s wavelength falters for a moment when he feels Allen being hit by the enemy and sent flying. It’s due to worry, of course, because he just realized they might be far too weak to deal with two clowns like this (one was already difficult , but two would be pushing it). At least, they need a moment to rethink their strategy somehow, but they don’t seem to have a moment to rest.
kaworu wasn’t hurt, even if he hit the floor or not. That is not the sort of thing that hurts him in his weapon form, after all (unless it’s a huge blast of psionic energy, then that certainly hurts). So Allen shouldn’t apologize to Kaworu at all and this is why the angel is worried for the other. After all, he is the one that got hurt.]
It’s fine… Allen, you- [ are hurt. “Can you stand up?” would be Kaworu’s next question but he realizes the other is getting up. Good, that means the angel can pay attention to the enemy at the moment. Kaworu’s eyes watch it but it’s only a second until one of the clowns (the canine.Apparently they are taking turns for now, but that may change soon when they realize attacking at the same time causes more damage) is rushing towards them once more, causing kaworu to strengthen their resonance ]
Allen, raise me! [ he will use the shield before the enemy is too close. And either his meister does rise Kaworu or not, the angel uses his weapon ability and forms the A.T. Field in front of them, causing the clown to slam hard against it before it falls back, too confused to realize what just happened.
Apparently the mister doesn’t have to keep kaworu up for the shield to be formed. As long the resonance exists, the Field can be used. That is very good news. ]
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