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Post by MS on Jul 18, 2017 23:25:09 GMT -5
Sybil L.
”Dominus lux, caecum in obumbratio!” A bright white light enveloped the group of hooded figures, temporarily blinding them. Sybil stretched her hand out in front of her and made her way to Zain and Hera. “If I were you, I’d fight someplace where there isn’t a Berserker on the next block.”
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Post by Doodlebug on Jul 18, 2017 23:45:17 GMT -5
Hera Gregg
Hera shrugged, "To be fair, we really didn't have much of a choice in the matter."
Hera looked around at their attackers trying to get a feel for what the best course of action was. "The Krauss family specializes in force fields and barriers correct? We're gonna need one of those." As soon as she finished saying that, all hell broke loose.
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Post by Zen on Jul 19, 2017 0:00:58 GMT -5
EVENT
"Seems someone's decided your fates for you." From within the leader's robes, loudly hissing snakes fell to the ground. The mages to their sides began to cast spark.
"Aegis Aureum..." Zain began, "Arma Aeternus." Two of his bracelets slipped off of his wrists and began to levitate, conjuring two sharp, circular forcefields. He blocked the oncoming fire with them and then began to counterattack.
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Post by MS on Jul 19, 2017 0:23:56 GMT -5
Sybil L.
Sybil waved her hand as her spell's effect wore off. A small bead of light appeared in her palm, rising up above her head. The area around her started lose its perceived color as the orb of light increased in size. Soon enough the area was completely black and white, with the only color contained in the orb of light that pulsed through a myriad of colors, all shining vividly. Sybil motioned her arms in an arc and pushed them forward. ”Lux prismatica!” The orb broke up into a multitude of rays that all shot towards the hooded figures. Upon impact, some burst into light and fire. Some knocked them back, others held them in place. Some pierced like a dagger, others hit like a hammer. Each one returned color to the street. Sybil stepped back, holding her head and blinking rapidly, trying to regain focus after casting the spell.
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Post by Zen on Jul 19, 2017 0:46:39 GMT -5
EVENT
Two of the hooded mages looked at each other. "Lux Prismatica...?"
"This may be the 'Sybil Lucania' we've been informed of as of late..."
"What are the odds of that?"
"The odds matter not. She's wide open after casting a spell that powerful-- rope her."
A tenth mage jumped down from the rooftops and began to chuckle. "Showtime already?" His wrist jutted out from within his cloak. "Umbra Funem," he chanted, summoning pitch black rope. He threw it towards Sybil and tied her by the arms and waist. "Heh... This was meant for Krauss, but it doesn't seem like we'll be getting another chance at capturing a member of the church this easily, Lucania." He and his target began to melt into a shadowy mist.
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Post by Red Eyed Salsa on Jul 19, 2017 0:55:49 GMT -5
Logan
He had had a displeasing feeling regarding the hooded figures. Calling it an activist movement might well be underplaying it. Considering the red star, and the surge of mana everywhere, at worst, this could be a terrorist attack. With his suitcase guarded under his arm, he kept at his brisk pace, going alley to alley. The strange men didn't seem to be actively doing anything, aside from marching through the crowd, no apparent malicious intents. Still, the chances of them doing something were quite high.
In an alleyway set across from Logan, a flash of light, and the feint glow of fire lit up the somewhat gloomy area, Logan quickly pressing himself against the wall the guard. With a squint, he made out a collection of the masked men, and within their encirclement, two or three kids. With a sneer, the man glanced side to side, and sprinted what his frail body allowed, closer. He again took cover behind a wall, around a corner of the scene taking place. More flashes, spells interchanged. Logan's body began to tense up, Adrenalin and fear. This is the first full mage fight I've seen... But it'd impede my progress pf my research of I let, whoever these men are, obtain what they want, unchecked, if they're acting this malicious.
With a grunt, his left hand gripping the suitcase handle, Logan rounded the corner, facing directly into the fight. A flick of his wrist, and a motion with three fingers, two red neon circles, each about two feet in diameter, appeared before him, positioned vertically, facing the fight. An equilateral triangle inscribed itself within the circle, pointed upwards, while another circle within that. While this all took place within a second and a half, it took another two seconds as the triangle rotated to have a point downwards. Instantly upon completion, giant beams from either two dimensional symbols short forth, searing heat with the white-yellow glow. Two of the mages where knocked off of their feet forward, their robes igniting from the heat.
Shield auras, huh... Logan grimaced, most of his attack dampened by an invisible shield. Outstretching his arms, a green neon circle, large enough to guard most of his body, appeared, with only a single inscribed triangle. He began to create another red circle, however, return fire landed on his shield, cracking. With the shield damaged, Logan instantly took on a miserable headache, the half-completed beam spell dissipating. Pushing himself backwards, Logan rounded the corner again, for cover, activating rusty magic circuits, igniting his right hand.
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Post by MS on Jul 19, 2017 1:01:16 GMT -5
Sybil L.
Her vision was still blurry as she struggled against the arcane ropes. She gritted her teeth. "I'm not... a... Lucania," she spat, almost as if the name was poison to her. She tried to concentrate on a basic light arrow spell, but as soon as it manifested the inky shadows washed away the light. Damn! With a frustrated grunt she kicked the mage before her vision went completely dark.
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Post by Doodlebug on Jul 19, 2017 12:54:37 GMT -5
Hera Gregg
Shit! "Krauss, cover me!" Hera summoned forth a stream of water and aimed it at the men surrounding Sybil. "Pruina!" Some of the men were frozen in place by the spell as Sybil began to slowly disappear. Hera quickly skidded over towards the young woman and began to frantically cut at the rope with her own pocket knife causing the transport spell to falter. She's out like a light. (Heh. Nice Pun. (Shut up Hera you need to focus.)) What's her name again? She's assistant to the church rep. in the MA if I remember her correctly. "HEY! Get up! We need to get you out of this- AGH!" Hera crashed into a nearby building, attacked by one of the hooded people surrounding them. She scrambled to find her knife once more casting a quick shield to protect her from any further attacks. FUCKING KRAUSS. YOU HAD ONE JOB. She began to swing at the members of House Eterna that had surrounded her as she pushed towards Sybil who was disappearing once more. "Krauss! The church rep.'s assistant!" She shouted as she continued cutting at the mages surrounding her.
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Post by muhtheepic on Jul 19, 2017 15:18:52 GMT -5
Name: Peter Pan (https://prnt.sc/fq6bcj)
Epithet: None
Class: Saber
Age: 13
Strength: B
Endurance: B
Agility: A
Mana: B
Luck: B
Skills:
Magic Resistance (C --> A+): As a member of the Saber class, Saber is immune to spells of weak-to-medium power. This becomes a much stronger skill with the use of fairy dust.
Independent Action (A): Saber naturally rejects and tests authority, including the authority of a Master. Due to this skill and his Tinker Bell Noble Phantasm, he can essentially exist on his own without the help of a Master. However, this comes at the cost of being much more difficult to control: while Saber is unlikely to actively sabotage his Master, he will often simply do as he pleases.
Bravery (A): Saber is known for his constant confidence, even in the face of overwhelming odds. He is immune to effects such as fear and pressure.
Eternal Youth (A+): Saber forever retains the mind of a child, and rejects adulthood in all its forms. He can build rapport with children, but having extended interactions with adults grates at him. Saber is also much more likely to be summoned by a child Master.
Flight (B): This ability is only accessible with the use of Saber’s Tinker Bell noble phantasm.
Noble Phantasms:
Tinker Bell (B): Tinker Bell is Saber’s fairy companion, active at all times unless killed or purposefully unsummoned. She takes the appearance of a tiny winged creature, speaking a language of bells that is only intelligible to Saber. She acts autonomously of Saber and his Master, but is fiercely protective of Saber. She has poor offensive capabilities, but is capable of interacting with her environment, and her small size makes her useful for espionage. However, her true ability is her constant production of a substance called fairy dust. When applied to Saber, even in small quantities, it gives him the ability to fly, vastly increasing his mobility, and boosts his magic resistance. It also functions as a source of mana, and can be stockpiled to power mana weapons or rituals.
Neverland (Anti-World, A): Neverland is a place in which Saber can fulfill his dream of being a lifelong adventurer, hero, warrior, and scoundrel free from authority. Within this land, Saber can do almost anything that he sets his mind to, as a result of his perpetual confidence. In the field of this effect, if anyone truly believes something to be possible--whether it be mastering a new skill, creating an item, or even other effects--it will come true. Usually, though, Saber himself is the only one who can achieve this level of belief. The effect of this Noble Phantasm is similar to the Imperial Privilege skill, granting Saber proficiency in an almost arbitrary number of fields. Furthermore, Saber gains the ability to create objects from his imagination, similarly to a highly-ranked Item Construction skill. However, this ability comes with drawbacks. First of all, Saber must stay true to his character and role in Neverland, and often creates items or grants himself skills for more personal or fun reasons than because of a strategic analysis. Ordering him with a Command Seal will not solve this issue, and will instead simply disable the Noble Phantasm (as he will no longer be in the mindset required to use it). Secondly, others in the area can take advantage of the Noble Phantasm’s effects, but only if they possess the level of irrational confidence that Saber himself has.
Current Goals: Peter isn’t much of a long-term thinker, but after spending centuries being deemed unfit as a proper servant by Ruler, he’s elated to finally get a chance to explore the modern world. He’s also tangentially trying to figure out a way to reunite with Wendy, since he assumes she’s still immortal and exists out in the world somewhere.
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Post by Zen on Jul 19, 2017 22:08:28 GMT -5
Zain Krauss
"Grr..." He tightened both of his fists and commanded his two disks to orbit him. When he stretched his arms out, they flew out and tore at the enemies surrounding him. "We're having enough trouble keeping ourselves alive. Get to cover before they try to take you, too!" Almost on cue, a new group of red-coated mages descended upon them. As they began their attack, however, an additional mage jumped down bearing the same cloak. He stood in place, taking out his own wand and carefully taking aim.
"Espada," he cast. The unsuspecting rogues were blasted with a light but potent blast of electricity and forced to the ground. This attacker then turned to he others of House Eterna and opened fire, keeping his red disguise. It was only when he backed up near Hera's position that he lifted his stolen mask. "Listen to the old man," Kirin said. "I'll handle this."
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Post by Doodlebug on Jul 19, 2017 22:49:04 GMT -5
Hera Gregg
"Kirin," Hera spoke softly with a light smile, "It's nice to see you." With a quick flick of her wrist she disposed of the hooded mage she had been dealing with when Kirin had approached. She frowned as she danced in between two enemy mages to get closer to her fiancé. "You know, I almost stabbed you."
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Post by Zen on Jul 19, 2017 23:44:36 GMT -5
Kirin Oshiro
"Thank you for not doing so," he added. He took aim at the cultist who had Sybil entangled, but the blast of spark he shot phased through him. In a matter of seconds he and his victim had melted completely. "What...? Where'd they go?"
"Far away," said a hooded foe as he rose to his feet. "She will soon serve a greater cause. Once she knows the truth... well, we're sure she'll serve us willingly."
Kirin's eyes narrowed. "What truth? Who are you?"
"We are servants of House Eterna. The future of magecraft. You're... Kirin Oshiro, are you not?"
"I am." He took aim.
"It seems fate has smiled upon us today." The remaining of their forces dropped down-- over two dozen still standing, prepared to strike as one. "You will all serve Father Dante. Not even the Oshiro patriarch can hope to defeat us together."
"I feel as if you underestimate us."
"Perhaps. But word travels to us quickly. Congratulations on your engagement..." He began to laugh. The mages trained their wands on Hera. "You can escape alone if you'd like, but you might not find it worthwhile."
He tensed up. "...What the hell do you want?"
"Freedom, Lord Oshiro." The leader shrugged. "A freedom you can provide for us, if you'll only comply. Drop your wand and submit."
"..."
A sudden explosion of blood made his heart skip a beat. The leader's mask was shattered in an instant, the contents of his skull spilling from his temple. There was a moment of panic among the cultists before another fell to the ground. Every next half-second was accompanied by the deafening sound of a rifle blast and the death of one of their enemies. The remaining mages tried to locate the source of the shots, some firing in random directions, but in mere seconds all twenty seven were dead on the ground. Zain backed up, shocked at the sight of the massacre. Kirin, in the commotion, had forgotten that he was dressed as one of them, and for a moment of terror he clutched his robes and tried to remove them. It was soon apparent, however, that he wasn't a target.
W-what the hell...? He looked at the horizon, just barely catching sight of a pitch black wraith as it slipped away behind the corner of a tall building. ...Him?
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Post by Doodlebug on Jul 20, 2017 0:06:35 GMT -5
Hera Gregg
Blood... There's just... so much... blood.
Hera was frozen in place looking at the bodies lying all around her. After a minute or two of staring at all the people lying dead on the ground, she shook her head free of the thoughts that flowed through it. Carefully she walked in between the bodies until she was standing next to Kirin. Without a word, she wrapped her arms tightly around him. They just spent a few moments like that simply enjoying each others company and the fact that they were both alive. "That... that was too close," Hera whispered.
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Post by Zen on Jul 20, 2017 0:10:41 GMT -5
Kirin
"It... it certainly was. I haven't the slightest clue what just happened, but... we can't let that be us. I think it's time to lay low for a while. Can I take you back to the room?"
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Post by Red Eyed Salsa on Jul 20, 2017 0:14:40 GMT -5
Logan
With more flashes and bangs, Logan remained behind the corner for cover, as the flame around his arm burned weakly. With a brief pause, the violent noises stopping, he extinguished the flame spell, and quickly drew a syringe from the white lab coat. Quickly, but carefully, he injected it into his neck, a light blue blue effecting the skin around the injection site. With his headache alleviated, he pocked the syringe, and rounded the corner, arm propped forward. This was just in time for Logan to catch a glimpse of the wraith in the sky, as it flew away.
Taking a look back at the ground, quickly reviewing the collection of bodies and dismembered parts, assuring the violence, for the spot part stopped. A flick of his free wrist, a series of green circles, each with inscribed triangles, lay themselves horizontally before him, in a stair like pattern upwards. He briskly stepped upwards to the high of the building he stood next to, but by the time he reached the top, the mysterious wraith had already disappeared.
Logan then turned his attention downwards, forming one of the neon red beam circles. For now, the fighting had stopped, although he didn't completely that idea. Stepping back down the stairway he created, each of the green steps disappeared behind Logan, until he reached ground level. With another survey around the alleyway, he adjusted his tie, slowly approaching the group. Decided on Zain, he drew closer to the other man.
"I wish for an assessment. Is this regular here...?"
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