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Post by King Atlas on Feb 15, 2016 21:51:51 GMT
 What the hell was wrong with this girl? He fed right into her delusions, she should have at least heard him out. What kind of immature brat-- Atlas buried his face into his free palm. Okay, he tried being nice. Maybe getting a wee bit of vengeance in the process but at least he was trying to spare her feelings! Well forget that! If she cried now then it was her own goddamn fault for being so completely unwilling to listen to others. The only question now was how to get her out without completely manhandling her. He really wished Ladon was here right now. She had draconic traits, right? Maybe Ladon could've dominated her and gotten her to listen. He wasn't really sure how dragons did that but whatever, he could use it. Well maybe he could keep her out of the way. Or at least from scaring the shit out of everyone and just being an obnoxious brat. She was so self absorbed it would be way too easy to get the drop on her. But, maybe he could at least try to appeal to some basic decency? If not she could always break that stupid fucking lance that apparently amplified her voice. Where in the hell did Elizabeth Bathory, countess of Hungary get something like that? But, one last chance to try and get her to cooperate, then he could say he gave her two chances and then freely open the gates of hell with no regrets. Putting on his best fatherly tone, taken from years of experience of actually being a father, he tried to talk some sense into her, placing a hand on her shoulder from behind. "Elizabeth? Hun? These people are dying with some already dead. Now if you want to help and really want to be idolized by these people, you can find some still alive and point me to them." Something told him that letting her drag them to him might not be a good idea, mainly because she might actually kill them. "But loud, sudden noises might send them into shock and potentially kill them.""Do you understand?"
tags: liz notes: gawd gotta make his life hard |
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Post by Baba Yaga on Feb 15, 2016 23:21:06 GMT
The witch sneered at the condescending tone he used on her. The information he relayed wasn't all that illuminating. Most of what he said she could have surmised from their surroundings and that redundancy made her all the more upset. She did, however, understand that he may not know much more than her anyway so she held her tongue from lashing out. Even before she had time to reply he switched attention to an hysterical little girl that kept rambling about a concert and fans.
In the meanwhile she looked down and moved her feet away from the man she was standing on.
He mentioned healing magic. She had a quite effective one she could use, but not only was she not in the mood to cast it, nor would her "patients" be at all pleased with it. It involves drenching the wounds in her blood. They would be better off suffering in the wreckage, mentally speaking. Well, that's what she rationalized to excuse her refusal to help the injured at least.
The witch followed the blond man and heard their delusional exchange of words. She was convinced this smoldering wreck had been prepared for her arrival and that the panicked were expecting her to sing. That shrill voice was enough to even send chills down Caster's spine. That is quite a feat considering all the nasty affairs she loves and has endured.
First the blond man tried cajoling into helping but it only made her go on an even louder verbal rampage about her "first song". Then he tried a calmer approach, explaining the consequences of her unwanted shrieking.
This day just keeps getting better. First the explosion, then this patronizing bloke and now an infuriatingly obstinate brat about to pour her lungs out in song. Hell no. Not on my watch - thought the witch. She rushed to them and grabbed the little girl's shoulder with enough force to turn her in her direction.
"Listen here you obnoxious excuse of a princess, there is enough destruction around without you yelping like a needy cub with a microphone. As far as I care, all of these people could die in the fire, but I sure as Hell am not going to put up with that which you call singing. Now do us all a favour and either get lost or help Hay-Hair over there with what whatever he's doing. Silently."
Talking with anger on her lips made her gigantic jaws flow with every word, uttering every sound with a growling eldritch mouth. That final word however, was spoken through her teeth and she almost spit on the little girl, considering how close she was to her face.
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Post by liz on Feb 16, 2016 1:52:43 GMT
H-h-h-h-h-h-hun?!?! D-d-d-did he just call me hun?!?! W-w-well he did approach me with sweet words and all but Hun all of a sudden?!?! -her face now flustered and her eyes unable to make contact with his- J-j-just what does he thinks he's doing?! We haven't even met yet! Not even asked me out or fought for my attention either!! Humph! -exclaimed the dragon girl while trying to shake off her embarrassment and mask it out with an angry answer- "I-I don't know who you think you are! But you are NOT allowed to call me 'hun' get it?!" -she then looked the opposite side from him, avoiding eye contact- "Calling me out with sweet words won't get you anything with me! H-hope you get it right! Baka!"(A japanese word for idiot).
Humph, that should teach him to stay in line! Now..-Her scene sadly, interrupted by an old lady who approached her quite violently- W-what?! -The old lady just grabbing her by her shoulder and approaching her very closely was rather disgusting- Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew ,ew! Disgusting, disgusting... Just what is this thing?! What is it babbling?! Is it even trying to communicate?! JUST EW! -Elizabeth couldn't take it any longer, the approach of the old lady had on her caused an entirely different effect- "Grrrr..." -She growled, her eyes pupils now seeming like those of a dragon and her fangs slightly showing off her mouth- "NOBODY TOUCHES ME!" -Growled rather loud Elizabeth while pushing the old lady away with the sonic wave that came with her voice. Her draconian lungs making it just easier for her to release such energy, yet only able to barely scratch anyone with it- "IF THERE IS BLOOD AND DEATH AROUND, IT WON'T BE CAUSED BY ANY OTHER BUT ME!" -she held her lance tightly now and regardless of the disadvantage, she was now ready to fight-
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Post by King Atlas on Feb 16, 2016 2:04:46 GMT
 Snap. That was it. Atlas dismissed his Trident. He'd had it with wisecracking horrifying grandmas and snooty, snotty brats. He had come here to try and fix some damage, heal some people, and everything he tried kept blowing up in his face. He had given her two chances, and she accused him of being a pedophile! And then this old hag decided she absolutely just had to interject with her opinion and now this Elizabeth was going to start a fight that was going to cause even more destruction. Frankly, he was tired of it. Clearly neither was going to actually do anything to help the situation. So clearly both of them had to be removed. And Atlas was no longer feeling like trying to do it diplomatically. So he took a step away from both of them, placed himself where they stood between him and the door, and acted. Elizabeth's draconic features were a problem. Somewhat. He knew magic wouldn't work, so unfortunately, manhandling her was indeed the only option. Using his great speed and his titanic strength, he reached for her tail to physically throw her out of the room if he could get a grip. Baba Yaga would get something a bit lighter. He figured she didn't really have the magic resistance draconic features would grant, so he just thrust his palm out at her abdomen and enchanted it to send her flying on contact. If it worked, they'd be outside the room. If not, then they wouldn't. Neither would really change or alter Atlas's next course of action in any way. Within a moment, sigils had already appeared around Atlas, all aimed solely at Elizabeth and Baga Yaga. "GET! OOOOOOUUUUUUUT!" He roared. They had no intention of helping with the patients, they were here to make a mess. If they wanted to fight, they would goddamn get one. "ΓΑΜΉΣΟΥ!!!" He called out in the language of the gods, spells upon spells pouring out of the sigils, each ranked high, and aiming square for them. They could run, he wouldn't pursue, but they needed to go the fuck away and let him work.
tags: Baba Yaga , liz notes: now ya dun it |
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Post by topiltzin on Feb 16, 2016 4:15:35 GMT
Oh...Oh no!
No! No! No!
Topiltzin Ce Atl Quetzalcoatl runs as fast as he can to the sound of the explosion. Smoke had billowed from the epicenter, and he knew that people would be hurt. The humans who selflessly fought to preserve the world and everything in it would be greatly injured, and he would count it as a crucial moral failing of his if even one was allowed to die.
So he ran until he reached a gathering of other Heroic Spirits...if these were all that were standing, that spoke dreadfully ill about the chances of any human staff caught up in the catastrophe. Hunting for survivors, he invokes the power of the Feathered Serpent to aid him. "Oh Serpent, show me the path I must take." The smoke billows up into a web of lines that each point to one survivor, passing over those who were beyond the strength of divine magic.
Running up to the nearest one and invoking the Serpent's power to heal, he saves several, but is increasingly distracted by the near-unending bickering by the other Servants, as none of them seem particularly eager to help. It's only when a huge upsurge of magical energy is felt that Ce Atl stops providing aid and turns to the other Servants.
"Is there a reason you're fighting instead of helping? There are people dying here!"
His patience, while long, is not infinite. If they keep fighting each other over inconsequentials in a situation like this, he might have to pray to the Feathered Serpent for power instead of healing ability. As it was, however, the people needed him, and he would not be the one to ignore the injured.
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Post by Brynhild on Feb 16, 2016 15:18:47 GMT
Mordred's rant and complaints broke over her like hellfire. Alas, she knew he was merely worried for her... and while it did somewhat please her to know such, the thought of having upset him still irritated her, especially considering she'd tried to help. Alas, it was a help without much thought behind it and on top of that she got injured. Well... it was significantly better that it was her than if it had been him. "Ah... yes, it appears a shard pierced my thigh. There seems something... unnatural attached to it, something that impedes healing. My runes should take care of it but... it seems something tears the wound open whenever I try to heal it. It's -ah!" She twitched a little, pain surging through her leg. This was humiliating... she should not whine or cry over something this trivial. She wouldn't die of such a wound.
When he asked her why she'd protect him, Brynhild merely looked at him confused before answering, almost confused about what kind of question that even was:"Because I love you, why else? Getting hurt for you does not trouble me... much." Averting her eyes, almost as if ashamed that it still -did- trouble her a little, she then simply confirmed, with a shaking of her head, that she'd be unable to heal her own wound. But at least he said... that he wasn't mad. That was a relief, even if the wound and what came with it were... disconcerting. "I am not sure this wound -can- be healed so easily... it seems to carry effects specifically to be able to wound servants. Why else would something like this occur in a place like Chaldea at all?" She simply ended, shaking her head weakly as she felt pain creep into her body again.
When Mordred embraced her, she returned the hug softly, kissing her lover's neck lightly, before closing her eyes in a content sigh. He had not gotten into the explosion... that was the only important matter at hand. He was fine, would be fine, the moment she drew on his arms. So the Valkyrie's fingers traced manaz on his arms, while the primal rune on her chest flared up, causing the limbs to instantly be restored to perfect health. "If you can carry me..." unsure whether this was not a little too... humiliating, Brynhild considered it. It had its own flair and would at least help Mordred in overcoming that she saved him... yes, he'd save her. Her dear hero... that would be nice. Yes... that would be nice. "Ah... if you carry me on your back, please grasp a little higher. I'd rather try to evade opening the wound further by having you crasp my thighs. U-Unless you plan on carrying me like a sack of potatoes..." The last words were almost spoken with silent indignation, clearly indicating that Brynhild thoroughly rejected the idea. She still carried pride, even whilst wounded.
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Post by Mordred on Feb 17, 2016 19:10:59 GMT
Mordred can't help but be frustrated. Here the woman she was supposed to protect went and got herself hurt trying to protect him...it was stupid! Her armor could have protected her, Brynhild was injured in a gap...but it wasn't worth getting more annoyed. Brynhild would likely blame herself as she had before. "Something unnatural...that's not good. We'll need to find a really good healer if even you can't handle it...Dammit it'll have to be the jester, won't it?"
Pulling her deeper into the hug, she simply breathes a sigh. "That's supposed to be my job, you idiot. You think I can just sit by and feel okay with you hurt?" Still, what happened happened. All that mattered was helping the person she loved. "I dunno, but someone's going to answer for this. Dunno if someone attacked us or if it was some accident, but I'm going to take care of whoever's responsible personally. That's a promise."
As Brynhild talks a bit on how he should carry Brynhild, even bringing a potato-sack carry up, she just looks at the woman blankly for a bit, confused at why she'd even consider something like that, before sweeping her up off her feet in a bridal carry. Adjusting the hold a bit so it puts no weight on her injury, she grins down at her. "Was hoping to save this for when I beat you, but I think it makes sense now, doesn't it?"
With that said, Mordred began hurrying towards the epicenter of the explosion, hoping to find any healers that had hopefully congregated there.
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Post by Baba Yaga on Feb 19, 2016 23:04:52 GMT
This is getting ridiculous. Being - literally - pushed around like this hurt her ego more than her body. The little pop-star really had a wonderful set of lungs, being able to shove her like that with a scream. Were it not for the current state of affairs she would love a closer look. And then came that instant thrust from the blond man that sent her flying like a soccer-ball. She ended up crashing into a wall and falling to her knees with an audible sound, cracking and squishing at the same time.
Fucking Hell. Blunt damage is a serious annoyance for the witch; it’s harder to heal because she can’t simply remove the damaged part efficiently. Especially if it’s internal damage or an over-haul body slam. Groaning in confusion she got up, her hand resting on her hip like your average crone with back pain. Rage and frustration swirled with astonishment in her mind. Such a bland man carries this much power… Oh! for the first time she wished she was some sort of bruiser that could take on battles head on, but the bane of Casters falls upon her like a veil of impotence:
She was caught unprepared; the chaotic terrain was not to her advantage and both her opponents carry magic resistance in their ethereal vessel. Using Kuritsa Dom could give her quite the edge, especially in such ravaged scenario. However, she was not risking damage to her home for a battle she stood very little chance of winning.
With eyes still flaring, her stomach started convulsing as she shredded herself to speed up the healing. The blades on her skin resonated with her fury, screeching under her robes like a swarm of mice.
With a deep breath she stood up straight. Looking dead ahead with piercing cold intensity at the blond man, she almost spat at him, ignoring the rage with which he screamed.
“…fine. Suit Yourself.”
Even in defeat she wasn’t going to lower her dignity to the likes of them. She turned back, walking at a slow pace, forcefully disregarding the dragonish idol that was also blaring quite a few meters away from her. Baba Yaga could see that he was not one to hit an enemy from the back, so she just walked away.
Let the brats handle themselves. She’s had enough.
Just as she left however, at the second corner she turned, the witch bumped into two wounded knights. One was clad in blue and subtle armor, being carried on the back of a lady in rugged and reddish armor. Beneath their worried expressions she could she some fluster and sweetness between them.
Bah. What luck.
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Post by liz on Feb 24, 2016 11:45:43 GMT
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHA" -more than yelling, a clear loud evil laugh that emanated from Elizabeth as she lowered her arms and stared at the blonde man who was trying to approach her- What does he think he is doing?! -Her agility helping her to barely escape his grip, a direct hit from him being clearly dangerous yet she wouldn't be aware of it- Is he even trying? So lame, so easy, how have they come to call themselves "Heroic Spirits" anyways? -she took her distance just to witness the situation all around her-
"hahahaha... HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA" It's just fun, just look at all of them around me. Pathetic little rats, If you're summoned here then make yourself useful for once! -she focused her Mana to summon her very own territory, this time although doing it inside of Chaldea would be very dangerous even for her she decided to use the walls of the room they were in for her own advantage- Is he aiming at me? Is he really convinced her can defeat me?! The prettiest and deadliest Idol in the world?! Such a fool!
"WHAT'S WRONG GRANNY? TOO OLD FOR A FIGHT NOW?" -Yelled Elizabeth, making fun of the caster as she tried to make her way out of the room- What's with people now trying to pick up a fight and fleeing afterwards? Really how can someone be so lame? "And what are you staring at me like that for? Get out? Who do you think you are? You get out pathetic pig! You don't even deserve to stand in the same floor where I stand, nor breath the same air I breathe! Do you get it?!" -Her suicidal attack was now ready, Her own territory although incomplete, somehow managed to cover the walls of the room... Not the NP she would usually use but having covered the area was more than enough to boost her confidence (no real effects gained and an unnecessary loss of Mana happened)- He is in my dominion now and he is preparing to launch a distance attack, is he really that lame? Or should I expect the same of all "heroic spirits" summoned under the Archer class? -she was now underestimating him- Well, nothing that a direct approach can't handle! "GET READY PIG! TODAY WE'LL HAVE YOU FOR DINNER!" -Said Elizabeth while charging in at full speed against Atlas-
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Post by chiyome on Feb 24, 2016 16:42:00 GMT
This was not a normal day, first the issue in EMIYA's house and now a threat INSIDE Chaldea... Since when has she been so careless to let anything threaten this place? There was no time to waste. Chiyome let her instincts take over and with her Katana she opened an improvised exit-hole in EMIYA's apartment that was connected to hers, letting her leave the place and hurry to where the sound of the explosion came from.
"Left... Right... Right...left again" She was now leaping at full speed through Chaldea's hallways making her way through it and approaching closer to the research division room "Right..." "..." and just when things couldn't get any worse, the moment she finally had arrived the place there were people there already but what was somehow shocking was that they were fighting each other. Was that supposed to mean that Chaldea's threat would be no one but its own servants acting up against each other? She decided to hide herself since the moment she arrived and watch carefully through the situation, she definitively didn't want to jump to conclusions quickly again.
"..." Her eyes were resting upon 3 possible servants that were about to engage in a fight, a Tall blonde guy with an apparent absurd strength, a young girl that seemed to have attention problems and an old lady that would probably fit into the Caster class... Either way the situation was bad enough already.
The facts to be aware of for Chiyome: -A strange explosion/ -servants fighting each other.
"Conclusion: Kill all the servants involved in the fighting, then leave no witnesses..." She stared at all the present servants looking for any possible master to take away from the room if the option of killing everyone was the best one to go.
"Alternative solution: Gamble with the on-going threats and remove them temporary, creating a temporal truce in the area..." But who? While thinking about it, the old lady got injured and the only possible witnesses were also out of question... that leaving only 2 servants left fighting.
A final conclusion appeared in front of her, with all the others busy about themselves and helping one another, the remaining threats to Chaldea and the masters had to be dealt with... Even if that meant sacrificing her life for Chaldea.
"To protect what's dearest to me..." She wouldn't need to use her Noble Phantasm but her ninja techniques would have to be enough "To honor my clan and fulfill my role in this place..." She closed her eyes and entered a perfect state of serenity while getting ready to act "I will... Stop you..."
"Mastery #1: shukuchijutsu..." After taking her mental preparation, Chiyome's first ninja art allowed her to move from the entrance of the room almost instantly to Elizabeth's position, right in front of her and close enough to act against her and counter her attack if necessary, however, she had other plans for this strategy.
"Mastery #2: taijutsu..." Not even a second after approaching her target, Chiyome's fighting style switched from weapon-wielding to unarmed fighting. Although a master in this technique and often used by her as a last resource, she focused the mastery in this art for this situation to disable Elizabeth from her weapon and unbalance her from her offensive movement. A counter-attack method that she's only able to perform when out-matching her opponent's speed, not causing any real damage but turning the tides on her favor. After properly disarming Elizabeth, Chiyome's area between her and Elizabeth was close enough for her to perform a weak wrestle grab only to get a hold of her.
"Mastery #3: Intonjutsu..." One of her most used techniques to "disappear" from the battlefield. She's taking advantage of the situation to hold Elizabeth and take her out of what would end up as a real blood bath. By holding her by her waist tightly she dashed out of the room with Elizabeth on her side and making no noise other than maybe Elizabeth's reaction to it, only to stop by a fraction of second to stare into Atlas' eyes. Had she made the right choice or not, avoiding battles inside Chaldea was a good lesson she learned from her neighbor and his apparent "private partner".
OOC: -Be it that Elizabeth comes back or not, Chiyome is out.
-Actions performed against Elizabeth were approved with previous consent.
-Chiyome's actions against Elizabeth happened in less than 5 seconds.
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