EVENT: And Then the Rain Falls

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Characters: Anyone heading to Costa Rica
Location: San Jose, Costa Rica
Rating: PG
Time: September 2nd, all day
Description: The day of the attack arrives...and things are not as they seem.



The attack begins as the sun rises...because the person planning this did love dramatic timing.

Before this, Shibusen had given out information about the Clown's weaknesses and powers, but as the attack begins, it's clear that something isn't quite right.

Red Clowns that should have been nearsighted can suddenly see very well, and the Yellow and Purple Clowns are much stronger than Shibusen's original report. And more than one individual has approached an ally only to be attacked.

And in the midst of all this, there is a figure, more human than the others, in a dress that's half purple and half red...

This is clearly not going to be an easy battle, but all you can do now is fight.


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[lezard_valeth]

[The snakes were born again and he lifted his arms, channeling everything through them. His own was on the move, as savage as ever in blocking the retreat of the clones heading for the tent, coiling around.]

[But he expanded his focus- his energy levels be damned, he was near Deathscythe status- and flame energy burst from the pages of the book. He would make the witch look of fright and beauty, the fire winding about like smaller serpents of their own. He dared the Clowns to try touching her or the book now.]

[vintage_magic]

[Lily could feel the immense power being channeled, stronger than ever before. And anyone who happened to stumble upon the scene might have run away, screaming of a Witch. Wisps of flame danced all around her, even around her hair, giving her the appearance of the mythical Medusa.]

[It was enough to cause the clowns to back off. Then, blue and green weaved around, binding the copies tightly together. With a wooden beam and a pyre, they would have resembled a group of witches ready to be burned at the stake.]

[lezard_valeth]

[It wasn't a pleasant image. Did the Clowns somehow know? He knew that he wouldn't bat much of an eyelash were he to see copies of himself burn, but he wasn't exactly normal.]

[But they had to work quickly. His servant tightened the coils, increasing the heat. Liquefy the Clowns and hope that the attacks would slow from then on out...]

[vintage_magic]

[Whether the clowns knew or not, the original was disturbed even if she managed to hold on to the resonance. As the coils tightened, flames began to eat at the clowns as they once again echoed her 'Dag nab it!'s.]

[Maybe, some of it was the Madness they emitted but the vision seemed like a terrible possibility that sometimes lurked in the back of her mind in this world. She couldn't look anymore as the clones started melting and she squeezed her eyes shut.]

[lezard_valeth]

[The prey softened and coils tightened in a sense of unrest. If they would not be eaten, they would be burned until nothing was left.]

[But something in their connection felt strained. Rather than voice it, he offered what best he could of wordless comfort, a minor calming wavelength to nudge out the Madness while giving her soul an affectionate brush. What was happening here would not happen to her.]

[He would end Shibusen and Death City in fire first.]

[vintage_magic]

[She grabbed onto it like a lifeline, letting the energy wrap around hers, using it to calm herself and pull herself away from the unpleasant thoughts. The flames strengthened, rising higher above the false Lilies until they were completely engulfed.]

[When the witch finally opened her eyes again, her lookalikes were nothing more than a puddle of silver goo on the ground. Her arms were wrapped tightly around the book, still not wanting to let go. Feeling drained, her voice was tired...]

...The ones that ran away before...

[But she was unaware that Rosalia was already sending a virus-tainted cat to pounce on one of them around the other end of the huge tent.]

[lezard_valeth]

If my senses are to be believed, they are currently being handled.

In any case... perhaps you need rest, Lily.

[There was still far too much to do, but to exhaust and break her wasn't going to help her, him or anyone out here today. He could go a little short-handed for a while.]

[vintage_magic]

Are you sure? We should help... [Slumping over a bit, she frowned as a new worry came to mind.] Or at least make it clear that those things aren't really me. What would folks think if those doubles started attacking them?

[lezard_valeth]

As your partner, they would have to believe my word on the matter.

[But he understood her concern. Lightly, he added:]

Clowns are the epitome of a lack of subtlety. This...

[He emitted a small spark, a small touch against the soul.]

Is yours and yours alone, and cannot be duplicated. The others may be fooled, but they will need to try far harder than they are to fool me.

[vintage_magic]

I guess they aren't the most convincing, acting like parrots repeating after folks they overhear.

[She found that spark reassuring, reminding her she wasn't alone in this.]

Still, I'd feel better if I was sure they've been taken care of.

[Clutching the book tight, she cautiously moved in the direction where the doppelgangers had fled, listening for sounds of trouble. Were those cats screeching? What in the Sam Hill was going on?]

[lezard_valeth]

[She'd decided to see to things herself instead. His eyebrows lifted- that was impressive, although she needn't push herself. He'll just have to pick up any slack that forms.]

Your decision is supported. Burn the fakes at will! Ha ha ha!

[Seemingly endless in his energy, especially lately, unused spells sprung to live, two dozen in number, bright and golden.]

[vintage_magic]

[The witch was feeling a bit worn out by this point but she couldn't just let those clowns terrorize people either. Not while wearing her face.]

[The screeching was getting louder and coming to the end of the tent, she flattened herself against it and peered around the corner.]

What in tarnation?

[Smoky, semi-transparent cats were pouncing on and scratching at her lookalikes, bruised and bloody and starting to ooze into puddles on the ground. Not fire but it was still mildly disturbing. And Rosalia was in the middle of it all, some ornate metal object in her hands. Perhaps, she didn't need help after all...]

[lezard_valeth]

[That brought him pause, unsure of what it was he was seeing.]

It's Miss Rossellini... but I don't recognize that Weapon. But whoever that is is effective against the clowns. Shall we assist?

Continuing in Rosalia and D's thread...

[vintage_magic]

[Lily now recalled with a start that Rosalia had mentioned something about smoke animals before and how they'd inadvertently sickened some of the locals.]

I reckon that's the new one she worked with during that last attack on the city. We'd better help.

[It wasn't that she was too worried about Rosalia's ability running amok again but rather that the girl was relatively inexperienced as a Meister.]