EVENT: The Attack of the Clowns

[soul_mods]

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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[pure_lineage]

[There wasn't any further signs yet of the clowns, but he could feel them just off beyond his vision of sight. It would be of no matter though since he would take care of any and all that came his way, especially if they happened to come in the colour of yellow.

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.

[likethelight]

[ urk ]

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. ]

[5thchild]

[ Kaworu's eyes turn to the Deathscythe. In normal circumstances he'd be asking all the questions to him because he seems the most reserved, but with Allen injured, him tired and in pain, and the city under attack, it's not time for that.

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 ]

[de_faulty_hero]

[OOC: Godmodding Sephiroth with permission from Ozzy.]

[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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[likethelight]

Er... [ Haha...

Cheesy. ]

2/2

[likethelight]

[ But the blow to his confidence was enough that Allen doesn't quip back, just shifts his shoulder a little more comfortably under Kaworu's and turns a little to offer a small sort of smile.

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. ]

[5thchild]

[ ooing? awwing? Kaworu pauses for a second but Kaworu figures right now is not the right time to ask about that. Instead, he follows along silently, watching Cloud, and then back to Allen when the exorcist seems to recognize the other person.

Aha, so they have met too. Kaworu did, but during the morning training, not through the mirror ]

[de_faulty_hero]

[He can't tell if either of them get his joke, but either way, he supposed that it didn't matter now that they were on the move. He kept a sword to his hand as they moved, though he knew it was pointless given his partner was already slaughtering clowns... the yellows with a particular vengeance.

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.