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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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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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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. ]
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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 ]
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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.
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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.]
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What a strange... gesture? knuckles, okay...And they got one— earlier...But it's not really a thing he feels proud of at all right now and Allen looks a little stricken or like he wants to protest the suggestion that they withdraw. It's just his hand, he can still move—
But Kaworu moves towards him so weakly and is so quiet that he steps closer immediately so the angel doesn't have to, quickly dipping a shoulder and putting his good arm around him to try and help give him something to lean on even if he's feeling more tired than he should too. Worried and wanting to ask if he's alright, but just doing so silently with the offered support and a concerned look for the moment. After all, the last time Kaworu lost his weapon form in the middle of transformation, he couldn't even move and passed out soon after. Now—
Well, he presses his lips together a little guiltily and looks up at Cloud. Just—he's grateful to both of you but Cloud is the one that's talking so that's who he's addressing. ]
...It's alright. [ It's a small sort of tired or lopsided smile. He does appreciate the sentiment, Cloud. ]
How far is it? The clinic.
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However, Cloud's words make him stop for a second. Manage to take down the clowns? No.
And kaworu, who often focus on what people do right and not what they do wrong, who usually sees mistakes as something that will help one to become better, is also certain of what he knows.
And they wouldn't be able to defeat the clowns. ]
I focused too much on my weapon ability and didn't realize I was being drained too fast. [ so he really wouldn't be able to take down the clowns, no. Not like that.
His focus is on Allen after ] Your hand - is it broken? [ he heard a crunch ]
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His eyes flick across the injuries again, taking stock of what needed to be treated first. A Weapon would recover energy, a meister would require their hand for most combat situations.]
I'm not a Weapon, but no doubt it's something you'll learn over time. These situations teach you where to focus your future efforts.
[He glanced at Allen before looking the direction of the clinic which he knew to be closest. He turned back and gestured at Allen's hand to take a look at it himself.]
Far enough that any serious injuries should be bandaged here. However, you just have to get there; you won't have to worry about fighting. Sephiroth will be the vanguard for us, right my stoic grumpy Deathscythe? [He casted a look towards the silver-haired man standing nearby.]
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The conversation went largely ignored until he felt that gaze on him. Glancing back over to Cloud, then down to the other two, he tipped his head back slightly before glancing away with a soft grunt.]
Very well.
[He wouldn't have ever admitted to it, but he would have done it regardless. After being around with Cloud for so long, he had come to expect the need to accept situations like these and simply go along with them.]
But make it quick. There are already more amassing to the south of our position.
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Er...
[ Allen will do you one better than having the tattered pride needed to straighten on his own with Kaworu—but he also gets a little skittish at the sudden attention from both Cloud and Kaworu on his injured hand. His glove's still on and it's dirtied from fighting, 'blood' from the clowns, but not from his own it seems. Nothing visibly wrong other than it's a deadweight from the wrist and he's favoring it. What a blessing gloves are.
He tries to manuever it back a little behind him somewhere less... visible. And tries not to grimace from it.
With a stretched, somewhat nervous smile that's hopefully reassuring: ] It's fine, I can still move like this. [ Besides—
He sort of needs to ignore it. And is more worried about the beating Kaworu took after he lost his form. Allen's used to that; Kaworu isn't. He lost his whole arm once. He can deal with his hand being injured. hahaha.. ha...
So even if Sephiroth hadn't just mentioned the situation; ] We should hurry. [ He is going to try to dust it aside. And still with that sheepish—bright side, attempting to distract but still nervous bright side—smile, to Kaworu: ] Do you think you can move...?
[ He does trail off in a gentler, sobering concern though. ]
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And he is right, they should move.
kaworu nods to answer Allen ] I can. And we have to go. [ now he turns to Cloud ]
Thank you. [ since he last thank you was to Sephiroth ]
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[He could use some of Sephiroth's senses to know what they would be facing, but his main focus was on the two in front of him right now. He wasn't quite sure why they were doing what they were with regards to their injuries, but he made no comment about it as he inclined his head to the silver-haired man to indicate that they were ready to move.
He didn't need to watch to know Sephiroth had strode away to deal with the massing clowns alone and he shifted his sword to hand as he looked between the two.]
No need for thanks. That's what we're here for, though a little more 'ooo'ing and 'aww'ing might be necessary for future rescue attempts. [Teasing, teasing, he promises before turning and leading the way towards the clinic that is closest to this location.]
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Cheesy. ]
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Encouraging, but apologetic too. And it's alright, don't worry about leaning on him, he'll be fine.
Moving to follow Cloud—whatever pace it seems Kaworu is able to, he'll try to oblige and help support him, it's him Allen's far more worried about than his own injury after all—the smile slips as he glances back to the older man, more curious and suddenly remembering something. ]
You're Cloud, aren't you? From before. [ He didn't realize it at first, not until he mentioned Sephiroth by name. The person he spoke (wrote?) to on the mirror. ]
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Aha, so they have met too. Kaworu did, but during the morning training, not through the mirror ]
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He stayed in front of the pair, though continually glanced back to make certain that their backs weren't about to be attacked. He looked at Allen and nodded his head.]
Yes, that's me. We spoke on Demise, I think.