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- lezard valeth,
- lily ivory,
- mami tomoe,
- mihael 'mello' keehl,
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- mondo oowada,
- morgan leflay,
- naoto shirogane,
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- rosalia rossellini,
- sakura haruno,
- sasuke uchiha,
- sephiroth,
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EVENT: Witch Attack on the City!
Characters: Everyone and anyone
Location: Anywhere in Death City!
Rating: PG-13
Time: August 23
Description: There's a Witch attack on the city and, to make matters worse, there's a dangerous individuals while Meister powers go completely out of control
The evening before there had been a PSA going around the network and the radio to watch out for an individual causing trouble in the city and a reminder to please stay indoors if possible.
Then around midnight something distinctly...strange happens. At first, Weapons probably won't notice, because it's only Meisters who suddenly find their powers flaring up for no apparent reason even when they're not trying to use them.
There's a two hour window where the abilities become stronger until it's practically impossible to control before the alarms in the city sound.
Kishin Eggs have been spotted entering the city in droves and this time they haven't come alone...
((OOC: Please put [Character | Location | OPEN/CLOSED ] in your subject header. Also, please specify in the subject header if you've signed up for a Witch encounter!))
Location: Anywhere in Death City!
Rating: PG-13
Time: August 23
Description: There's a Witch attack on the city and, to make matters worse, there's a dangerous individuals while Meister powers go completely out of control
The evening before there had been a PSA going around the network and the radio to watch out for an individual causing trouble in the city and a reminder to please stay indoors if possible.
Then around midnight something distinctly...strange happens. At first, Weapons probably won't notice, because it's only Meisters who suddenly find their powers flaring up for no apparent reason even when they're not trying to use them.
There's a two hour window where the abilities become stronger until it's practically impossible to control before the alarms in the city sound.
Kishin Eggs have been spotted entering the city in droves and this time they haven't come alone...
((OOC: Please put [Character | Location | OPEN/CLOSED ] in your subject header. Also, please specify in the subject header if you've signed up for a Witch encounter!))
[Diablo | In the streets | OPEN]
His large form stepped out into a new street. It was impossible not to notice the near-twenty-foot skeletal form as it stalked out from the shadows. Blood dripped from its claws and the wicked sharp bone formations on the back of its wrists. With his tail swishing around, his burning eyes turned and fixated on another filthy human when it screamed at his appearance.
"Each soul I consume brings your world closer to ruin," Diablo calmly said even if his voice rumbled with power. His chest cavity looked as though it was on fire while the mouths on his shoulders opened with anticipation for what was to come. "Now come, show me the reason to why you tremble with fear," he declared, his attention was no fixated on the human as the fiery glow throughout his body seemed to brighten. The man screamed in terror as the wavelength hit him, and soon after he was clawing at his own skin trying to get rid of the bugs that now crawled beneath the surface.
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However, he didn't expect what would happen upon meeting the troublemaker.
When he got on to the scene where a man was screaming at the terror in his mind, Genesis immediately transformed his one arm into the Rapier and moved ahead to attack. Diplomacy wasn't going to work with this one, he immediately thought. With the way he wanted to bring the world to ruin, he had to be taken down immediately.
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It was true beauty for one such as himself, and Diablo took extreme pleasure in devouring that rush of fear before that soul emerged with his dying breath. Diablo reached out to take the soul, savouring the feel of the fear still trembling inside of it before he brought it up to him and ate it. The power flowed through his body causing it to tremble in desire. He needed more, craved it, and he would devour every last human soul he could to bring this world to ashes.
Movement caught the Lord of Terror's attention, and he pulled his glowing gaze away from his dying victim and towards where his new prey had offered himself. His large form swung around to face the human, unmindful of the weapon that seemed to sprout from the man's arm. It wasn't the first time he had seen such a transformation, and it was hardly as impressive as the many he had witnessed back in Sanctuary.
His entire body shifted as his torso pushed out beyond where his hips and legs were. The long tail swished behind unhinded by anything else as his hulking form looked bulky and slow when he first picked up his pace to close the distance between them, but there was a litheness within his form that spoke of one who had fought countless battles over multiple millennia.
When the man finally struck out, Diablo had every intention of bringing his sword-like bone protruding from the back of his wrist up to block the attack.
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Diablo parrying his attack wasn't going to deter Genesis. Rather, he was more fired up, and perhaps a bit egged on by voices in his mind: the voice of the Black Blood within him, telling him to become stronger and to win this battle on his own.
But what he didn't expect was a nightmare beginning to seep into his mind, making him slowly imagine himself going through what he had hated most: degradation. Still, he tried to keep on and fight.
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Diablo's chest rumbled with a dark chuckle when their 'blades' met. His Wavelength rippled out from the Demon Lord to the mortal as it began to embed itself within this fool's mind to draw on his deepest and darkest fears. Diablo's eyes glowed brightly while the world around them seemed to fall into darkness. His own form went black with shadows before he disappeared entirely from Genesis' view.
Instead the SOLDIER was left in what appeared to be the streets of Death City that were smeared with blood and had bodies strewn all over the road. The SOLDIER's fear with degradation only amplified after that leaving his worst thoughts to draw from his mind and become a reality.
[ooc: Feel free to have Angeal turn up in this thread at any time. Now would be good if you were wanting to do anything with that, otherwise Edgeworth would work as well!]
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All he knew now was that there was nothing but death around him-- the bloody remains of a losing war. Genesis looked down at his hands then, and noticed another frightening fact: the degradation was back. But this was no madness illusion he could easily shake off. Instead, this felt vividly real: making his skin crawl and mind race for easy solutions.
Of course. Sephiroth. He'd help him. They were friends now, weren't they? He ran away in search of him, not realizing that by doing so, he was running aimless circles around Diablo.
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It didn't help that Genesis had not sent a single message to Edgeworth updating him about what was going on outside, either. He wove through the streets, not daring to take on any kishin, not without his Weapon. At least whenever he came across a group of kishin, it had become so easy to tell them to turn against each other and finish each other off instead of targeting him. Single kishin were ordered to find and kill their fellows. The price he paid was staggering, however. Every so often he had to stop and catch his breath. Soul Talk had never drained him like this before.
But it was so much easier to find a twenty-foot tall guest causing havoc in the streets, and by finding Diablo, Edgeworth had found Genesis. Before he could call out to the Weapon - who, for some reason, was just running circles around Diablo - glimpses of darkness and the sensation of the ground rumbling beneath his feet interrupted him. Edgeworth's hand flew to his saber, but the cold feeling of dread was seeping into him as he remembered a broken elevator...
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In desperation, he calls out his partner's name and reaches out to grab him. However, it appeared as if Edgeworth wanted to do nothing with him. Within the nightmare, Genesis saw his very own partner reject him and choose not to help him. His heart sank at that and terror gripped him further.
At the same time, a voice began to bubble up from within him. He knew this sound. It was all too familiar: the lulling sound of Jenova's voice calling to him, wanting him to give into her.
Come now my child. I can heal you. You'll be far more powerful with me by your side. I won't ever abandon you.
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He was sure this was an illusion. A small part of him was sure it was the reason why Genesis had been running around aimlessly. But fear was washing over him now, more like a wave breaking onto the shore than a trickle, and it made concentrating difficult. Edgeworth put his hands over his face, and sank to his knees, which had given way at last. The earthquake raged on, the walls of the elevator beginning to crack.
Desperately he reached up for the buttons and pressed the one that would open the elevator, but to no avail. To anyone else, it would look like Edgeworth was kneeling and raising his arm in an odd gesture. He jabbed what he thought was the correct button over and over, his breathing becoming ragged. Right now, he was too terrified to speak, to say anything lest he trigger another facet of the illusion.
He couldn't be in an elevator right now. He was saving Genesis, right? He was supposed to be in the same place as before...
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And thus, hopefully blind faith could help him overcome this challenge.
Still trying to keep a hold on his sanity and his control over his own actions, he cries out to Edgeworth once more, yelling with all his might to get to his meister. They were partners, he knew him well, despite the fact that they weren't the closest of associates, he knew well enough that the other man wouldn't dare leave him without a good reason to. And thus, he puts all his faith into his yelling, assured that in some way, somehow, Edgeworth would come for him.
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He had to break the illusion before it broke him. But how? Closing his eyes so he would not see his two worst fears, he thought of the last thing he saw in Death City, where he really was. Edgeworth thought of Genesis, and the strange guest causing widespread chaos...and it was as if a dam had been opened within his soul, all his power concentrated into a single, loud word:
"OBJECTION!"
The elevator shattered completely. Edgeworth instinctively covered his head, but no debris fell onto him. The ground was no longer moving, and when he opened his eyes, he was back in Death City. Instead of waiting to see if his Meister ability affected Genesis as well, he cried out to him. "Genesis, you're being tricked! It's only an illusion!"
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And at that very instant, it felt as if the nightmare fell apart and Genesis could finally get away from the guest that was causing chaos. This was it, he was free. He saw Edgeworth calling to him and ran straight to him, only wanting to focus on him alone: his partner who so efficiently cut through all the madness within him and surrounding him.
Once he reached him, grabbed his hand, he took on his Weapon form, finding solace in resonance.
Thank you.
His soul murmured out to his Meister's own. The black blood in him was still singing, but now that Edgeworth had shaken him out of the nightmare, he could focus again and keep it at bay.
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My Meister ability is far stronger than before, but it drains me very quickly...
The prosecutor lifted his head, then slowly attempted to lift the rest of himself up till he was sitting on his heels again. Feebly he resonated with Genesis, still clutching the Rapier in his hands.
I...apologize...
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Despite their best efforts, though, it was utter chaos in the streets, and all it took for a moment for the two of them to be separated. L glanced around frantically for his partner as people rushed by in a scattered chaotic maelstrom, suddenly vulnerable and knowing that Light, without him, wasn't more capable.
When L saw Diablo, it was nothing like any Kishin he'd ever viewed. Though there were currently many things in the city worth running from, nothing was as immediately alarming as the 20 foot tall monster stalking the streets and tearing through humans like an exterminator through roaches. Currently, one man was suffering the brunt of the demonic thing's wrath... but until he found Light, L was ill-equipped to help him, his only ability turning into a pair of handcuffs.
His phone came out quickly. Despite the mayhem, he managed to send one text to the sole person who could help him come out of this alive.
NEAR BAKERY HURRY
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Diablo reveled in the sheer terror the pitiful human displayed. That pleasure rumbled in his chest while he watched as flesh was torn from the man's arms. The metallic scent of human blood filled his nostrils. That fear he gave was beautiful to the demon, and his burning gaze fixated on the way that the man's fears created the small black bugs to crawl out of the many deep injuries he was inflicting on himself. The man screamed, the sound piercing through even the panic and terror flooding the area around them, and Diablo continued to watch in satisfaction when the body began to convulse and yet the human still dug out his own skin and flesh.
It was true beauty for one such as himself, and Diablo took extreme pleasure in devouring that rush of fear before that soul emerged with his dying breath. Diablo reached out to take the soul, savouring the feel of the fear still trembling inside of it before he brought it up to him and ate it. The power flowed through his body causing it to tremble in desire. He needed more, craved it, and he would devour every last human soul he could to bring this world to ashes.
The stench of life drew Diablo's attention from the meat at his feet. Eyes that burned like the fires of hell turned to lock onto the next human. The panic and mayhem all around him went unnoticed as he remained entirely unperturbed by all the violence and blood. His large form turned to his new victim, and the ground seemed to tremble beneath his weight as the deceptively slender demon lord began to advance.
"Let us see how you fare in my Realm of Terror," Diablo's dark voice rumbled as he stretched out his clawed hand towards the human and stretched out his terror wavelength. "Can you feel your death approaching?"
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It was nearly impossible to look away from the scene; though L's legs wanted to bolt, to move now would have been foolish, as his partner would only be drawn to the bakery's store front with that urgent text. Hopefully, he'd arrive quickly... though L questioned how effective even a strong partnered pair could possibly be against what looked, honestly, like the Devil.
The scream that was Diablo's true beauty was like an icy knife in L's stomach, and the urge to flee was stronger than ever. He reached back for the door of the bakery, channeling his barely-controlled panic into getting inside... but it was locked, barring his access and leaving him outside, in the street, to witness a man's horrific death.
He swallowed, the phone slipping from his fingers and clattering to the ground as the chillingly calm monster turned fully toward him. Though his face and eyes remained blank and rigid, every other inch of the man was in minor but constant motion; he was trembling. Words failed him. Everything failed him. Despite L's famed arrogance and confidence in his own abilities, he was a slender mortal that those hands could snap like a toothpick if their owner willed it.
Death is not approaching. Death is here...
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The world around the small and weak looking human seemed to melt away. All of the carnage, all of the blood and destruction gone to be replaced by the darkness of his Shadow Realm. Diablo's entire body seemed to turn black when it appeared to be encased entirely within shadows, and yet he still approached the terrified mortal.
Diablo's body seemed to just mysteriously disappear in the blink of an eye. In his place, a creature seemed to tear itself out from the ground with a blood-curdling screech. Its arms clawed at the asphalt to pull itself out of the depths of hell below. The creature moved to stand up, and when the shadows cast away from it, the light revealed a faceless creature ready to take the shape of L's worst fear as it began to stalk its way over to the weak human.
[ooc: feel free to have L change it into his monster that wants to devour him :D tl;dr as much and as long as you like to get to the point where someone will come in. Diablo will just be watching. If you want me to NPC the creature, then leave me a note at the end of your reply and I will :) ]
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It was a death he'd had time to plan for; mere hours, but it had been enough. This was so sudden, and the most frightening thing about it by far was the fact that L knew he wasn't ready. He had no friends, he had no career at the moment outside of his work with the Watch, but he had a partner who understood him better than he did himself. They were the same kind of monster, to the point where every glaring, hideous flaw, every moment of selfishness and self-destruction and ego, was reflected back at the other. As seasoned liars, both of them, a stark canvas was needed to see the truth.
It wasn't a good time to die, because while he and Light consumed each other, at least neither of them could hurt anyone else. To leave would be to leave the City in the hands of the mass-murderer who had cut him down.
He was in darkness, now. The world around him, the city, its lights and screaming voices, melding into shadow as the skeletal beast continued to stalk toward him. And then he was gone, snuffed out like a candle, leaving only a blank, featureless thing that remained motionless for a few counts. Then, it began to shift and morph, tar-like, into something hulking, amorphous yet solid.
As its maw spread in a slow, razor-toothed grin, L's own hands covered his mouth, pressing against his lips until he could feel his teeth through the skin.
[ooc: If you could NPC the creature for a tag, that would be fantastic!]
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"La..li...t....La...w..." The creature sounded, its attempt to speak almost primitive in nature while its tongue got used to forming shape and sound. Its long arms shifted and began to shorten, taking the appearance of something more human as the creature began adapting at frightening speeds. "La...li...t... La...w...liet."
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As it took its shape, popping and cracking and twisting into its new form, it also gained a new voice, saying the last thing that L wanted to hear from anyone.
Stop. No. You can't, that's mine...
The words stuck in his throat.
The thing started to advance, emaciated, nothing in the dark, hollow eyes but bottomless hunger. A long, red tongue snaked out of the mouth, licking the teeth and drawing black, sick blood from the prehensile muscle.
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As if recognition came into place, a creature that was beginning to look eerily like L seemed to come to a realisation. "I-- am Lawliet. I am you," it said before its teeth riddled mouth pulled up into a bloodied toothy grin. "You are nothing. Lifeless."
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It was a vicious cycle. Running away from the blanket of darkness wasn't possible, so he transformed his arm into a length of chain, gripping the handcuff with his remaining hand and setting his jaw. If death was here for him, it would have to earn the privilege of dragging L Lawliet into its frigid embrace. If there was another thing that wanted to look like L and wear his face in mockery or parody, then it stood to reason that taking it out was his grim responsibility. Hadn't that been the very definition of handling Beyond, drawing his fixation to prevent him from harming others? It was the least a monster like L could do.
Holding the chain in front of him like a shield or net, he narrowed his eyes and stalked the hateful thing in return. His plan was to use the slender length of chain, and every ounce of his strength, to attempt to choke his warped fascimile into submission. Without a Meister to wield him, he was limited, but hardly without conviction.
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The moose lowered its antlers in challenge, pawing the ground as the little witch hopped down from its rump to stand at the animal's shoulder. "I had heard that people brought here was supposed to be nice and polite, but you don't seem polite at all. I think my sisters would like you though."
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It was true beauty for one such as himself, and Diablo took extreme pleasure in devouring that rush of fear before that soul emerged with his dying breath. Diablo reached out to take the soul, savouring the feel of the fear still trembling inside of it before he brought it up to him and ate it. The power flowed through his body causing it to tremble in desire. He needed more, craved it, and he would devour every last human soul he could to bring this world to ashes.
Movement caught the Lord of Terror's attention, and he pulled his glowing gaze away from his dying victim and towards where his new prey had offered herself. The creature meant little to the Demon Lord. He had the armies of hell under his command and even the weakest of his demons appeared to be far more useful than that creature.
His burning eyes turned from the challenging creature, its challenge gone ignored as Diablo's attention fixated on the small mortal beside it. The fires within his body glowed brightly with life as the towering demon's footfalls made the ground tremble with each step.
"Arrogant mortals." His voice rumbled with darkness as he turned his attention entirely on the pair. Diablo's long tail swished behind him as the demon took three large steps towards their location before coming to a stop to show that they had his full attention. "This day will seem like a memory of heaven from the depths of hell I will draw you all into."
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Alces watched the big creature come closer to her, and she didn't move despite the tremendous height difference as Gigas bellowed a loud challenge but held close to her because she silently commanded it. Instead, she set her small hands on her hips and frowned. "I'm an atheist, you know. Don't press your religious beliefs on me, sir!"
With a flick of her fingers, water spread from them to coat the ground as the moose at her side jigged in agitation. "You're very rude, so I'm sorry that I have to hurt you to bring you with me."