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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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You're safer as a weapon, right? The two of us can take these things down.
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[She always felt iffy doing this, but it was the only way a Meister could really fight. Reaching out, she grabs his hand and quickly changes forms. Pink ribbon ties swiftly around his hand and down into a bow. Her soul's shaky, but she sets to stabilizing to resonate and help him defend against the attackers.]
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Don't worry. [He's been outnumbered in fights before and come out on top, after all. Though... just against regular humans. Not whatever these things are. That doesn't dampen his drive, at least, and with Rosalia safely in weapon form, he skids to a stop, using the momentum of one of the clowns against them to deliver a satisfying blow to one of the purple ones that had been in pursuit of them. It's more than enough to knock it back quite a distance, though he can't help but feel that, maybe, it took a little more energy out of him than it should have? How strange. Not that he's about to let it slow him down.]
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[It's like always; she connects with the clown, his own fist knocking it back while her virus seeps into its body in the mere form of a dark bruise. That had been strange to her too; her ability shouldn't take that much from her. Still, glancing at the clown, any physical evidence it has been hit disappears. However, the flowering bruise doesn't.]
Did it feel like something zapped your strength for a moment?
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[Dwelling on it is only going to give these clowns an opportunity to get the upper hand, though, so the thought is quickly out of mind. What's more concerning is how the thing he just knocked down seems to be getting back up with little indication that anything had been done to it - other than the effect of Rosalia's weapon ability. Rather than waste time trying to reason that out, he's ready to take down another one of the clowns that had followed him, a silver one that seemed to be completely undeterred by the assault on the purple one. It was coming at the pair much faster than the previous one, but Mondo finds little problem with that and charges right back into attacking.]
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Mondo's soul revs up as he redoubles his efforts against the clown, not wanting to see what it has up its sleeve if at all possible.]
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Sai wouldn't be happy to know these creatures are copying him too.
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[His focus doesn't waver long, but if Rosalia know what it's up to, the information should be handy in stopping whatever it's doing, right? Ah, it looks like the purple one is back to make things difficult, better give that one another good strike before it can interfere too much.]
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[At least, that's what it looks like. She had only seen Sai transform because of his Meister Ability, but that might not be the case. The purple one up, its bruise has changed color. Well, they can add one more bruise to it. It's trying to heal, but maybe whatever the clown is copying doesn't usually get sick.]