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[Fourth Wall Finale] Night: Fall

[Fourth Wall Finale] Night: Fall
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As the sun goes down on the day of February 28th, the darkness begins to swarm in earnest around the place where the final Herald will emerge - the shores of a dark and polluted sea in the Outlands. Clouds of choking, magical ash roll over the sky to replace the clouds, casting the battlefield into an eerie crimson twilight. Dark smoke boils over the landscape, and the jeering, howling cries of those who would bring on Nightfall can be heard as they amass for their final battle.
Yet, still, the cacophony of the opposition is nothing compared to their silence as a vast shape rises from the water and flares its wings, blotting out the sunlight with its mere presence.
The last Herald of Night, the great primordial dragon Suneater, has arrived. Its only aim is to devour the sun - and crush anything that tries to get in its way.
A comparatively small shape, bubbled in a shining rainbow barrier and casting rays of light down on allied fighters, floats expectantly on the field. The former Herald Iriceli calls out to those who would do battle with Suneater directly:
“Come on! I’ll protect you!”
The battle with Suneater will be conducted in a single long thread, which will have its own toplevel. Abilities directly relevant to those engaging the boss in close combat will be put there.
A. Daybreak’s Moving Castle
While the Academy has many tricks up its sleeves to be deployed in time of need, this one may be the most powerful - and most secret - of all. After everyone is assembled or evacuated as necessary, the staff and students who specialize in artificer work come together in the courtyard, in front of the clear, cold waters of the massive pond known as the Cross of Life.
Headmistress Duchene looks over to the lead among the artificers. She meets her eyes, nods silently, and holds out her hands. The artificer quickly, carefully nicks both of the Headmisstress’ palms with a ritual knife, and steps back as Mila Duchene turns around and steps onto the ice. The frozen pond melts where her blood touches it, and she steps smoothly from ice into cold water, walking forward until she reaches the fountain in the center and grasps it with both hands.
And then the night lights up.
Someone watching from above might see the lines of light moving from water to stone, the very architecture of the Academy itself beginning to rise up and rearrange, and realize: the entire campus is a ritual circle.
Some schools were built for experimentation, for pushing the limits of the accepted. Some schools were built for preservation, passing on hallowed traditions. But Daybreak Academy was built for this night, and ever since the first stones were laid on the campus grounds, it has been storing sunlight, storing power, keeping it for this:
The main buildings of Daybreak itself have been temporarily transmuted from their normal forms into a giant, winged robot.
It radiates stored sunlight in a wide area around itself as it moves through the chaotic battlefield, providing something of a reprieve from the smoke that Suneater constantly spews.
From here, combatants and non-combatants alike can deploy and regroup as needed. The main medical facility and the Academy’s extensive defense systems and armory are all fully operational.
Tasks involving the base of operations include, but are not limited to:
- Aiding medical staff (retrieving incapacitated combatants, fetching supplies, healing or conventional first aid)
- Manning defensive weaponry such as gargoyle cannons and long-range turrets to shoot down attackers aiming to destroy or disable parts of the Academy
- Monitoring and communicating with others on the battlefield itself
- Defending the Academy from enemy intrusions
B. Battlefield
As expected, the fight itself is chaos. Suneater itself may have little to do with its far smaller followers, but everything from Outlands human cults to daemons and fae have shown up on the side of Nightfall, and they give - and expect - no mercy or quarter. While some are merely taking advantage of the assembly to try and snatch those on Daybreak’s side who they’ve taken an interest in for one reason or another, others are far more vicious and terrifying.
We encourage players to create their own specialised foes as needed, but as a rule of thumb, the caliber of these enemies can range from anywhere to mobs of low-level minions to solitary figures with exceptional combat ability. Not all enemies are focused on combat; many are focused on sabotage, distraction, and creating other troublesome effects like traps and illusions.
To make things worse, Suneater’s other gift is rolling out in force. Wherever the miasma it breathes and exudes from its very pores touches, combatants - friend and foe alike - are struck with hallucinatory visions, a sense of profound exhaustion and a bone-chilling cold. Regenerative abilities, shields, healing magic, and natural or supernatural protective gear can aid in combating these effects, but as long as the smoke exists, there will be difficulty in the fight ahead.
Those afflicted by the hallucinatory properties of Suneater’s miasma may see both enemies and friends as figures from their pasts, their present, their nightmares, or even manifestations of their fears, or any other number of things. We leave it up to player discretion as to the strength and nature of these visions, should you choose to use them in your threads.
Tasks involving the battlefield include, but are not limited to:
- Fighting (anything from simple clashes to sneak attacks behind enemy ranks)
- Rescuing or aiding injured or ailing combatants; supplying them with masks, first aid or protective gear as required
- Maintaining and protecting set miasma-free zones with magical lamps and other items
C. Wildcard
Battle is fierce, and enemies are, now more than ever before, inclined to show no quarter. And even in the relative safety of the Academy, the sounds of heated combat can be heard clearly.
This prompt is for anything still finale-related that doesn’t fit into the above categories. Please feel free to use this log to play out your own confrontations!
SUNEATER
“You have permission to engage!”
A comparatively tiny sphere of light follows it upwards, Iriceli carrying the first wave of volunteers who can’t fly under their own power in a bubble that protects them from miasma. This blessing will persist as long as these characters stay within Iriceli’s bubble of influence; for now, they seem to be focused on support. They have one more trick up their sleeve, but they’re saying nothing about it for now.
[OOC: The ultimate goal of this battle is to either stop or destroy Suneater completely, or to slow it down before it can breach the atmosphere and unleash its full power to consume the sun. At daybreak, Suneater will be destroyed. This fight will be conducted in a single long thread.
The rough amount of time left will be made explicit in mod tags, to give everyone an idea of how much time is passing.
Suneater's relevant attributes are: massive size, breathes out smoke that causes hypothermia/exhaustion/hallucination, aura that attracts ‘creatures of darkness’ (entities focused on ensuring Nightfall’s success).*
*This is just a blank check to have whatever enemies needed show up for a mass battle.
Key weakpoints for Suneater that can slow it down or distract it from its goal include its head, its eyes, a single scale on its stomach, and its wing joints, as well as certain applications of Radiance-given powers.]
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"Mnh..." Even from where she is with Iriceli, the Suneater looks tremendous and terrifying- and with all she saw in the outlands, it feels strange to think of it like that. On the one hand it's a dragon. On the other...well, it's very big, and very...dark.
That's probably it. For now she's going to do her best though. "Okay..! Birds!"
She might not be able to really fight, but in the outlands there's all sorts of strange bird-ly creatures she can communicate to with the sprites, and at this point if the sprite of Birds intends to give a bit of extra 'oomph' to keep them on course, it's no trouble at all right? It won't really keep them from getting caught up in the miasma, but as long as they're fighting something on the other side, it works right? She just has to...well. Focus.
Yes.
Jonathan meanwhile, is far from the safety of the bubble. Around him crackle vines filled with hamon, bristling, sparking, angry. It is so bright in his tiny area of sight that it's practically blinding, leaving him giving the occasional clicking squeaking sound to sort out just where on earth he's even headed. There's so much around. So much to avoid.
But if he can find the point of greatest darkness, of greatest mass, he'll have his mark, of that he's certain.
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NPC Toplevel: Cassandra | OTA
All systems gold, ready to proceed.
The students and staff aren’t the only ones doing their part in the battle- Daybreak’s resident AI is piloting the massive mechanical construction that the school has become, effortlessly using it like an extension of her own body. ...Not that she has a body.
To any individuals currently attempting to bring about Nightfall, please be advised that we have been given express permission to, and quote, “fucking crush you”. To all students within earshot of this announcement, please be advised that this does not constitute endorsement of foul language in a classroom setting.
Although, given how much fun she seems to be having smacking the forces of the apocalypse around with her giant robot hands, she may not want to give this one up.
B.
But while driving the Academy-mecha is her most visible job, she’s more than capable of multitasking, and is helping behind the scenes as well. Those engaged in civilian rescue efforts, or in need of a little help themselves, may hear a calm, gentle mechanical voice coming from the nearest speaker:
I am here for guidance. How may I help?
A....
"....how come you get to..."
Why does the computer get to swear...that's not fair...
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Therion | Octopath Traveler
[It takes a certain kind of personality to watch the awe-striking, breath-holding ascent of the beast, tighten his fingers in his rune-warmed scarf, and then turn aside and say:]
Well. Not my department.
[Instead, Therion sets his sights on the forces scraped up to fight for Nightfall. Better to pick on someone his own size, right? He huffs a sigh and starts to pull up his hood.]
Think I'll take a little tour behind enemy lines. Anyone else want a peek?
B. Saving Private 'Rion
Agh--!
[The glamour that diverts people's notice from him vanishes as Therion crumples, clutching his side. The enemy combatant who landed the hit grins fiercely. Therion grits his teeth and glares, but he's not built to shake off blows like that.
This could be the end of his short, sad story.]
C. Too Late to Subclass to Cleric, But
[Once he's recovered enough to move but not enough to fight, Therion lends his steady hands to the healing facilities. He can't assist magically or medically, but he can hold things and follow orders, and really, can you ever have too many hands on deck when people are dying?
His expression is far grimmer here than it was on the field. This kind of work has never been his forte.]
D. Wildcard!
[SHRUG! Come at me!]
B
Take that, foul creature!
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cw: blood
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Sounds right up my alley for sure.
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[At the beginning of the fight, Kokoro summons her Rune Armour and Option; might as well have them as not, and she can always fight without them if need be. She looks up as the school transforms, unable to hide her own awe.]
Impressive as always.
[b]
[But her shields can't last forever, and at some point, the miasma gets to her enough that she flinches away when you approach and readies her beam whip.]
No -- more of them?
B.
[She's been on miasma duty a bit, hauling people out when they start to get too out of it to realize they need to back out. Between the gas mask and a Seer's ability to pierce illusions with their Sight, she's in better shape than most to cope with it.]
[...She has to admit, though, the sheer chill of the freezing smog isn't doing her any favors.]
You're slipping, take a sec to find your balance in there.
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Valvatorez
As the sun set upon the world, the bright oranges and reds giving way to an unnatural, terrible darkness, Valvatorez looked up into the sky... watching the last vestiges of daylight pull away. Strange, he figured, that a vampire would miss the sun so much, even for a moment. But then... he never was orthodox. Breathing a short sigh, Valvatorez looked to his feet, the tip of his shoe brushing against a hard, red cooler, before his eyes looked back over his shoulder to the three people he asked to be here.
"Thank you all for coming. ...I know what I asked two of you to do isn't really fair. But you're the only ones I can trust to make it happen should... should the worst happen." His gaze fixated on Avery after that, though. "And you're here because I never forgot that you wanted to see this in action. But if things go wrong, I'm going to ask you to help them in return."
It was pretty clear what he meant. As far as he was concerned, they were the ones best suited to killing him. Kokoro herself was a Belmont... perhaps the greatest one to ever live already. There was only a handful of humans he respected as a threat centuries ago. The Belmont Clan was always chief among them. Ekkehardt knew him well enough to have some idea of his weaknesses by now, what few he had, and even if Valvatorez hurt him, he had no idea where his phylactery was... so it wouldn't be a permanent thing.
The vampire opened the lid of the cooler smoothly with his foot, revealing a series of blood bags... those that were about to be disposed of anyway. He nearly flinched at the sight of it, clearly not happy to be even entertaining the thought of what he was about to do. He inhaled deeply, and let out a sigh... both resigned, and something to center himself.
"I spent a lot of time thinking after what happened with Nemo. I spent so long trying to fulfill Artina's final wish and keep the promise I made to her. I have had to ask myself... which one of those things is worth more? ...More to her." He reached down into the cooler, pulling out a bag of blood. "...And I think I always knew the real answer. I just didn't allow myself to accept it gracefully, and that... I felt keeping both was atonement for my failures. Maybe it was."
He looked to his trusted comrades, his friends.
"But there'd be no point to any of it if there's no tomorrow, no world left. And if I did not give my all... that would mean the world would die because of that promise I made to her. So... this once..."
For once his words escape him there, but the sentiment doesn't. He pauses, and shakes his head.
"Let me know when you're ready. The transformation might get... intense. And I need you to be ready immediately if I frenzy."
[B]
Once the battle begins but before the Suneater takes to the skies properly, those that would come to Earth to start shit would be met by Earth's defenders in various ways. But as more heinous enemies begin to emerge from the Outlands, some daemons exult in the coming of a Tyrant through the portal. The pounding steps herald the arrival of a massive daemon, modified and fitted with rune tech. The creature lets out a bellowing roar, with dozens of cannon fodder daemons celebrating its arrival. That the Tyrant will bring down Earth's defenders.
And then suddenly, in a dark flash of black and red lightning, a smaller figure wreathed in dark magic warped in the monster's path. A glint of steel, momentary, fleeting, almost unseeable, slashed through the air, a rolling sonic boom in its wake. The monster split in half diagonally, bisecting in two separate ways and falling apart in a heap ingloriously. The daemons around them gasped in shock and fear, the only sound they made before an eerie calm settled in.
The dark magic around the figure dissipated, revealing quite an imposing figure beneath.
"You call that a Tyrant? ...Pitiful. Behold, true and total domination!"
Valvatorez threw out his hand, hundreds of blood red bolts shooting forth at the mooks, draining them of their energy. And while it might look like he intended to drain them into husks, he rather quite did something different. Upon being rocked by the attack, they staggered back, and looked upon the Tyrant in awe and reverence, before one cheered out their new King. Those calls erupted from the crowd like a volcano.
"Now go, all of you! Smite the enemies of peace and ensure that the future of all worlds is bright. Let them all understand that their permission to resist me is denied!"
A new small horde of daemonic allies rushed into the fray to aid humankind, leaving the battlefield until Valvatorez returns to the defending line, and gives a smile to whomever is waiting there for him.
"Ha. Still got it. Now, let's go. There's more to be done, don't you agree?"
[C - Wildcard]
[Anytime, anywhere, whatever. Hit me. And specify if you'd like Normal Valvatorez or Tyrant Valvatorez.]
A
"...Very well, Professor. We all do what we must. For what it may be worth, I do believe you have the strength. Yet you have us to ensure this goes as well as it can."
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"A shame I had no time to fully put it through its paces, but this is an edge case, so the usual protocols for testing are somewhat more relaxed. And as far as I can discern, while there are many records of your battle record as a Tyrant reporting you as untouched, that's far more to do with your skill in combat than any innate toughness your skin might possess. Fortunate for me in both the best and the worst cases."
His polite smile has just the slightest hint of bitterness - he's not a man who likes to mix his work with his personal life - but it's a request that, for both professional and personal reasons, he would never refuse.
If what the daemon fears truly does come to pass, he at least owes Valvatorez the privilege of a peaceful death.
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B - Also I'm feeling brackets atm, but if you want prose i can work with that
Brackets is good by me for sure
Excellent
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B.
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B, before her thread with GV
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Ahahahahaha, fuck yes! [Being a woman of taste and culture, Jailbreak allows herself one (1) cackle of maniacal laughter as the Mechacademy comes together and takes the field.]
[During the earlier stages of the fight, you can find her working with the other artificers, helping to direct and organize people as they work to repair and maintain their massive creation in battle.]
[It largely seems to involve a lot of tinkering with various open panels in the control room walls while she shouts into a phone. Both hands are occupied with something arcane and complex involving valves and wires, so she's pinning it against her ear with a shoulder.]
Okay, reroute to the legs- yeah, that channel, push it through. You two, reinforce the sigils down at the wrist- not that fucking wrist, Jesus! The one you're already in, don't run across the entire damn school.
[She'll take to the field herself soon enough, once she's assured that their charming mechanical pilot and the rest of the mad science team have things under control.]
Core team, keep an eye on the generators, we're gonna activate surge collection in three, two, now. Anyone on fire? No? ...Well, he's an elemental, that's normal, we're good.
B.
[The Hammer of Midnight is one of Jailbreak's greatest creations as an artificer. Her own personal weapon, one she long ago put aside in favor of gentler- or at least sneakier- methods. But if anything justifies bringing it back out of storage, this does. The craftsmanship is exquisite, almost as much a work of art as a weapon.]
[And you're probably getting your first look at it as she holds it in one hand while leaning out the window of her car and uses it to drive-by bludgeon anything unlucky enough to be on the way.]
[She zooms around the battlefield until she spots someone who looks like they're in trouble, at which point she screeches to a sudden stop and backs up, further crushing the daemon she just ran over.]
Get in, loser, it's the end of the world!
B
Until it got its block got knocked clean off by a drive by hammering, sending it flying into the distance like a punted football. When Jailbreak's car braked to a stop and she backed up, he gave a wry smile.]
And we feel fine. Thanks, Professor.
[Leon moved over to the passenger seat, shut the door, put his seatbelt on, and reloaded his railgun. The model would look familiar to Jailbreak; it was a production model of the very prototype Gunvolt had showed her months ago.]
Let's roll and raise some Hell!
[Window down, Leon leaned out a bit, ready to fire on the move.]
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A - Sorry this is so late.
No worries. :D
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What the hell even has been going on in the world today? Peter's not entirely sure - he's been a bit out of it, given how his own life has been going - but as soon as he felt well enough you better believe he came straight back to Daybreak. Just in time for all of this, apparently.
He thwips his way up to the the roof of one of the buildings, just in time to - "Ohhhh crap. Okay. Holy shit. That was not what I was expecting." He manages to land on the ground with superhuman agility, slinging his backpack around onto one shoulder. He's a wiry teenager, about sixteen, with a network of weblike cracks having overtaken the right side of his face. Despite the obvious damage, though, he's as chipper as ever. Especially as he gawks up at the buildings moving.
"Is the giant robot new or did I just miss out?"
B - Rescue Ops
Despite his enhanced strength, Peter is better at mobility than he is at fighting directly. Plus, uh. He might be a little concerned about getting too close. But he flits from safe spot to safe spot, swinging in to scoop up anyone who's gotten just a bit too close to the miasma.
"That was close," he says, after dropping whoever you are off in a safe spot. "I hear these masks are pretty great? Probably oughta find some."
Where were the supplies again...?
C - Misc
Peter's just happy to be back at Daybreak, despite the circumstances. If you have a chance to catch him while there is a free moment, he's happy to just hang out!
((OPEN TO ANYTHING and fine with bracket comments too!))
castle!!!!!
The call comes loud and joyous. It's followed soon by laughter as a grinning skeleton descends from the side of a giant flying cat to run up to the boy and hug him tight.
Given Peter's life being chaos, and the fact that months ago the entire world temporarily forgot Héctor Rivera existed in a consulted magical scheme by some other guy no one remembers now to steal Héctor's music, it's probably been a time since they've seen each other. But whatever Peter's been up to (trouble, fighting crime in a nearby city to Santa Cecilia, or a far off one, more trouble), Héctor's happy to see him now.
He lets go and nods his head at the rising castle. "Pretty cool, huh? The things magic can do..."
Notably, besides being in particularly good spirits, he doesn't seem afraid to be seen as one among the dead anymore. Thank goodness for the fall of the veil. Maybe Peter's even heard about his trip home (finally) or the fact that the rights for his music have all been returned. Though there's one thing he probably hasn't heard about. Héctor's hand reaches up, touching the side of the boy's face where the shatter-cracks have spread enough to make Peter like porcelain.
"You have not been doing well," He says bluntly.
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Rebecca Fulton | OC | OTA
[While Becky's healing power does offer her some level of resistance to the effects of the miasma, she's still not much of a combatant and still far better off continuing to help out in and around the infirmary. For the most part, this means running back and forth getting things for the staff as needed, periodically checking in on any patients, and occasionally staying to rest one or both hands on anyone that allows her to do her thing and help them recover quicker.]
C: (wildcard)
[For anything else that might involve her.]
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[ One of the safe zones is a riot of flowers and plant growth fed by the magical light provided, creating an expanding bubble of fresh air that helps to push back the miasma and lessen its effects.
In the middle of all this greenery is Glory, lying in the grass like he's decided to take a nap in the little oasis he's created. (Anyone with the ability to see and feel magic can tell that this odd garden is surging with his power, however.) After a moment, he hops up, cracking his knuckles. ]
That's better. Never did feel good without sunlight.
[ He takes a few steps out of the circle and encounters a large monster several times his size, steaming with darkness and ill intent. It roars in his face, and he promptly delivers a blow that sends it flying backwards into a group of unsuspecting daemons. ]
C'mon, don't be shy. [ His grin is ominously cheerful. ] Who's next?
[ While Glory doesn't move far from his own creation, it's a fairly obvious safe spot. Whether you're looking for shelter or help, Glory's wanton battering of enemies makes him incredibly noticeable. ]
C.
[ Wildcard! Sure, hit me. ]
B
Oof!
[Speaking of getting blown back, he's gotten a bit blown back right toward the garden.] It truly is quite a team effort battle isn't it..? [he murmurs dizzily, blinking the stars out of his eyes. Ahh, so many little stars...]
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Desidera Neroni | OC
[For the time being, Desi and Gunvolt have split up to deal with separate threats, with Desi hanging back to be a part of the Academy's defenses. Some of the daemons pressing their attack hesitate upon seeing her, recognizing one of the several symbols that she wears, leaving them as easy targets during said hesitation. Most, however, ignore it and advance anyway, only to be held back by walls of shadow, ice, fire or lightning, where any of the others joining her out here can then move to strike them down.]
B: (GV and Viola, but also open to anyone else)
[Eventually, there's just enough of a lull in the overall chaos of the battle that Desi can head out to regroup with her friends, in order to help prevent further advances as opposed to responding to advances already being made. Viola—a classmate from Valvatorez's classes, who happens to bear the same tattoo that she once did—is present as well, contributing to the effort in ways befitting of a pyromancer: lots of fire, and lots of explosions, providing not only extra (literal) firepower, but also more and more shadows for Desi to take control of, to use however they'll be needed.]
C: (wildcard)
[Got your own ideas? Just go for it.]
B
For now, the AI Core was secure in his backpack unit, building up charge and power for what would be the final push... or until she was desperately needed.]
Big guy coming in from nine-o-clock. You got him, Desi? Viola and I can handle the one coming in from three-o-clock! Let's let 'em have it!
[Gunvolt summoned a trio of Dragonspheres in front of him, and then delivered a blistering kick to the group, launching them to deny area to the daemon heading their way, and corralling it into an easy spot for Viola to drop a fireball or explosion onto.]
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The Witch (Katida) | DMFD | OTA — B, also PLEASE get her out of here
Out on the battlefield, she uses everything she has to take down the various lesser daemons and other things that try attacking her, rendering the immediate area around her as a veritable clusterfuck of fire, ice, wind, and lightning. As this goes on, however, there's a gradual growing something nagging at her in the back of her head, and it becomes clear over time that whatever she's seeing out here...is not what anyone else sees; periodically, it appears as though she is dodging out of the way of something that does not exist, and the sheer intensity with which she launches her own attacks suggest that whatever entity is clouding her vision right now is one that she well and truly hates.
Whatever she's seeing now must be moving around her now, because there's a brief lull in the overall mess of elemental magic, and she quickly turns to face another direction.] You think you're going to get away from me now—! [If anyone happens to be in her line-of-sight now, they might want to move, because she's about to unleash the mother of all meteor spells.]
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It's not Katida's voice that catches her attention, but the wanton use of her power. It grates on her senses, until it suddenly stops - and then swells again, violently.
She lands a short distance away and reaches out to grab her from behind, fully prepared to accept any physical violence that might result from it. Her voice is muffled from the mask firmly strapped to her face; she can't afford to breathe in the smoke and falter. ]
What is this for? You're wasting your power on nothing.
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Gunvolt
The atmosphere leading to the final battle was tense. Gunvolt had done his best to get as much rest and training in before then... and he made sure to spend the day before with Desidera, Monarch, and their friends. If they were to fail here... at least their last day before it was fun. And good. Of course... he had no intention of letting this go down in failure.
Today he came loaded for bear. He wore his heaviest, most protective armor, alight in runes of protection and resistance. His Dart Leader was loaded, with plenty of spare magazines around him. A larger railgun sat next to him for heavier targets. And on his back was a new apparatus... it looked like a protective device for the Monarch AI core... and it was heavily shielded.
For now, Gunvolt sat beside you, loading railgun slugs into magazines, not just for himself, but for everyone who might need them. It was almost meditative, but he was still able to hold a conversation.
"You sure you don't need another weapon? We made plenty of those railguns. They're easy enough to use, so long as you know how to shoot."
[B - Butterflies]
Shortly thereafter, Gunvolt moved to the staging areas to ready for the last few moments of deployment, there with you and so many others. Beside him this time is the Monarch AI, its hologram sitting beside him.
"I guess now's a good time to show off the surprise I cooked up for today. One of them, anyway. Maybe today's not a great day for a comeback... not everyone will think it's the time for my kind of music, but... if it lifts their spirits, even a little, that'll be me doing my part.
So... uh, before I do my thing on a grander stage, I want to show you all something. If that's okay. My new look when I make my comeback. A change of my own to express my individuality and the change in who I am... and who and what I sing for. I'll be taking a new stage name too... when I'm performing, anyway."
"Monarch... well, it'd be an honor." He quickly turned to you, giving you a nod. "...Right?"
The hologram smiled warmly and happily, before her colors grew more washed out, before glowing a strong white. All that was visible was her silhouette in the bright display, until she stepped forth again, out of the white light and back into proper focus. Gone were the orange wings and colors, and the notes of the monarch butterfly's patterning, replaced with vibrant and iridescent blues. Her smile though, was as bright as ever, clearly excited to finally show this off.
"The artist formerly known as Monarch, now known as Morpho. ...So what do you think? Do I rock this new look, or what?"
[C - Calling]
Although Radiance provides some defense against miasma and the dark forces at play from the Outlands, along with plenty of wards and enchantments, the stuff the Suneater put out was unlike anything experienced before. Strong, potent, and potentially a lethal distraction when the hallucinations kicked in.
Gunvolt fought on and on against foes on the ground. Waves of endless daemons, but he showed no signs of slowing down. After felling a horrid winged Gargoyle with a lightning strike, Gunvolt whipped around at a sound behind him, taking aim with his pistol.
Do you still believe in that future, Gunvolt? Seeing things as they are now? The world burning around you, the Outlanders cheering our demise? On ebon wings... the end has come. Without a world full of fully organized Candles... there can only be one way this ends.
"No... it can't be." Gunvolt aimed his weapon at the figure he saw. "You're dead, Asimov. Stay in the grave. Where you belong."
You'll never be rid of me, GV. You know it as well as I do.
Gunvolt's finger tightened around the trigger, unleashing not a dart, but instead a devastating blast of concentrated lightning that flew into Asimov's chest...
Though in reality... he really fired at nothing, the blast finding only air, the boy yelling at nothing. This might be Concerning to those around him.
[D - Darkest Hour]
With the Suneater now present and overhead, it was time to get up there. Of course, getting up there when you can't fly is hard. Gunvolt looked between his companions here, before looking back up to the Suneater.
"GV, I think we can get up there with my song... but it might take too long for you to fly up there..."
"I know. But we're too far out from the gathering point to call a Rune Wing. They're all busy. So what do we do...?"
And as if hearing the conundrum on the radio, a familiar voice hit their radios.
Hey! GV! Do you copy? It's Zeno! Sounds like you need a hand, and I have just the guy nearby to help you. An old buddy of mine. I sent him your location, and I think the two of you and Monar--, I mean, Morpho, might be able to get everyone in your crew up to the Suneater! You'll know him when you see him."
"Zeno...? ...Thanks. Copy that."
"No sweat, GV. Stay alive out there! Moniqa and I really want to see you once we get through all of this."
With that, the line cut out, and the roar of an engine nearby rumbled closer and closer. A large vehicle, a tank, really, crested a hill and drove up close to the crew. Even at a glance it looked incredibly advanced, and incredibly magical thanks to extensive runic inscriptions throughout. A loudspeaker on the outside clicked to life as the voice of the pilot sounded over the cacophony of battle.
"Name's Jason! Zeno told me you guys needed a lift up to the Suneater? Sophia here's more than up for the task, as long as we've got enough juice for the hoverjets. My copilot Eve's on balancing the energy levels... so hop on and hang on, we don't have time to waste!"
[E - Wildcard]
You know what to do.
C
He wields his magic with renewed strength, but he stops when he hears Gunvolt yelling - clearly in trouble.
"Gunvolt!" He runs towards his friend as fast as he can, heedless of any danger. It's entirely possible he's going to be somewhat of a casualty, given the hallucinations going on.
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While he may have been absent while the majority of Daybreak's allies were arriving, Avery has made sure not to be late for the final battle. A grin practically splits his face in two as he watches the campus transform, temporarily forgetting about the state of his papers, books, and ferrari in the wake of gazing upon the coolest thing he's ever seen.
He lets out a low whistle. "Wow. If that doesn't get you in the mood to fight, I don't know what will. Think they'll let me near the guns?"
B is for Battlefield
Avery dashes from lantern to lantern, a dark shadow leaving rings of traps in his wake. Pillars of blackened fire erupt forth at his arrival, a ten-foot-tall snake of a shadow slithering out of the dark to use his magic to rout any enemy in his path.
That said, while he's good at the killing part of his job, technically he's supposed to also be placing down the occasional magical lamp, having been volunteered for his ability to slip between enemy lines. It might be a good idea to remind him before he goes on another killing spree.
C: Here comes a new character!
Those who have already spoken with Avery might notice something odd: there appears to be two of him now: one that looks and acts exactly as expected and another flying high up in the sky like some sort of deranged phantom, laughing to himself as he puppeteers invading daemons and foes to dance with him and attack their allies.
He and Avery seem to be keeping their distance from one another, growing tense and unhappy when they have to be in close quarters, but other than that the second is as happy as he can be.
Perhaps you have questions for the Avery you know? Or do you want to stop or fight beside this familiar stranger to find out his deal?
C
"...He looks familiar." And no it wasn't because it was another Avery. Though that does make it even more confusing. One Avery was perfectly enough.
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Reinforcements!
...This seems to be the place. [A lot gloomier and chaotic than he last left it. It would appear as though the Night had already begun.]
Alright, you know what to do! Let's go!
[He motioned to the portal and out poured a variety of different daemons. Some of them humanoid, some not, some winged penguins? All of them with one goal in mind, push back the other Outland forces so Daybreak can focus more on stopping the Night.]
[The Death King kept his promise by not interfering, and he was true to his word on something else; if they could change Emizel then they could gain a powerful ally. And it just so happened that somebody had gained enough reputation to orchestrate this on their own. Without their father's help.]
((OOC Note: All Disgaea OCs/etc are welcomed to tag in or threadjack, whichever works best. Emizel is open to Wildcard prompts too.))
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After observing Emizel lead the charge and crash into a wave of foes like a charging bull, watching the enemy lines shatter like glass, he chose to emerge in the aftermath, not far away from him.]
Emizel. That was brilliant.
[...And it quite looked like Valvatorez himself went through changes too.]
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At a time like this, that rule is lifted.
All of Serena's Pokémon are fitted with protective equipment to guard against the miasma spewed by Suneater. Serena herself is not, though that might be because of the fact that she's taken a position in one of the miasma-free zones. Her Chesnaught is leading a group (consisting of a Sylveon, Dragalge, Greninja, Aegislash, Nidoking, and Mamoswine) keeping the outside of the zone relatively free from hostiles--and the reason why is evident. The zone seems to have been converted into a space for combatants to heal and recharge, with the combined efforts of Serena's Audino, Lapras, and Aromatisse. Meanwhile, her Charizard and Crobat circle the skies, ready to rescue anyone who seems to be in over their heads.
... Of course, there's one more Pokémon on the battlefield. Combatants may find themselves joined by Xerneas, antlers shining as it strikes down enemies--but every so often, it lets loose with an Aromatherapy and a Heal Pulse, to ease the effects of the miasma and to heal allies wounds. Allies also might find themselves powered up as well whenever the Life Pokémon uses Geomancy.]
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Now that she's here though- it's a nice little spot to be, and a little less prone to airsickness like floating with Iriceli is, and she needs a break from that if she's honest- she can take a look at those few pokemon supporting the rest zone.
Specifically, she's quite taken by the Lapras.]
...big....
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[They kept going to cut down anything that looked like a threat. So far they had been doing a good job determining who was friend and who wasn't, although there could be some accidents. And hopefully said accidents are caught before its too late.]
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... Getting from point A to point B, however, is going to take some doing. This is a big battlefield with a ton of enemies.
Well. Lia has no problem with that. And she may as well have a little fun first. Enemies in her way are shot down with alarming precision, all while she effortlessly dodges incoming attacks. When she spots someone she knows, or someone who's struggling, Lia's quick to come to their side.]
Mind if I join in?
[... Or you can find her catching her breath in one of the miasma-free zones. She doesn't linger long, but she can be flagged down for conversation here, at least.]
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[The Detective never considered himself a combatant, not once in his century plus existence, but he's well aware his vampiric traits did make him well suited for this fight - but it also means with the Daybreak becoming a fortress of sunlight, he had to leave the premises lest he'd be passed out or powerless for the duration. Which meant watching the launch from a distance.
Drily, he pulls out the radio, speaking into it]
Everything's functioning all right over there? Must be a brilliant show where you're standing.
B1.
Caw!
[In the din of battle, a raven's call is surprisingly loud enough to be heard, as Sherlock swoops down, either raking at a monster sneaking up at someone, or cawing up a storm as he circles over a spot on the suneater, trying to draw attention to something important]
B2.
[The Vampire freezes, backing up and hissing - eyes shifting from green to red, to solid black before he suddenly turned into shadow and shrank into the form of a raven. He takes off in a panic flight as a swarm of bats explodes from the misama, battering him with their wings and attacking with fangs, slamming the bird against the Herald's back and into human form - as the bats reformed into a very unwelcome person, someone that should have been dead. Sherlock trembled as his lips curled, revealing his long, sharp fangs]
...you... why are you here now?