Event || Magitek Research Facility

[melodiesmods]

Characters: All the Heroes of Light participating in the event.
Where: Magitek Research Facility; Sixth District of Aqures Ixen.
When: The 22nd of September.
Summary: A letter from Artemicion calls the Heroes of Light for help! Little do they know that they will inadventenly become trapped in the Magitek Facility. The OOC Post for detailed explanations can be found here.
Warning: Weird things, battles, boss battles.

Entrance / Outside of the Facility
Artemicion Q&A
Group A: Mingle || Exploration
Group B: Mingle || Exploration
Group C: Mingle || Exploration
Group D: Mingle || Exploration
Group E: Mingle || Exploration

Boss Battle || Control Room


Group A
[AU] Gaara of the Desert
[AU] Genesis Rhapsodos
[AU] Luke fon Fabre
[OU] Ales Mansay
[OU] Saori Nakagawa

Group B
[OU] Allenby Beardsley
[OU] Angeal Hewley
[OU] Rose Glasdon
[OU] Sho
[OU] Yuna

Group C
[OU] Kobato Hanato
[OU] Princess Hilda
[OU] Sephiroth
[OU] Serah Farron
[OU] Zelda

Group D
[OU] Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca
[OU] Cloud Strife
[OU] Henry
[OU] Sparks Nevada
[OU] Yuffie

Group E
[OU] Baralai
[OU] Genesis Rhapsodos
[OU] Ib
[OU] Link
[OU] Snow Villiers

Comments

[headfons]

[He happens to be looking at Gaara, at the time. When he sees Gaara getting hit by some...mysterious force, Luke's own body tenses, slightly. What the hell...?

He doesn't have a chance to react, beyond that, before he finds himself getting hit by...something, as well. In that moment, his eyes widen. One hand lifts to his chest, and it doesn't take long for him to realize something's...off.

In an uncertain voice, he asks, while glancing from Gaara...to Ales...then back, again.] What the hell just happened...?

[None of them are hurt, but...he kind of has a bad feeling. Stepping over to the ninja, he puts a hand on his shoulder.] You okay?

[umslay]

[Ales freezes the moment Gaara removes his crystal, having a sinking feeling that something terrible was about to happen. It's too late for him to brace himself, and he's knocked over by the force. Surprisingly, it wasn't strong enough to hurt him, yet he feels like something terrible happened.

He picks himself up and prepares to brush himself off and readjust his clothing.] I hope so, yet I feel like it's probably poisoned us, or activated some trap, or- [He stops. Where are his Scholar robes? The Teensie spins around in place, checking if, however unlikely, the blast threw them off his body. But the only things surrounding him are a few scraps of metal and artifacts that fell out of his pockets.]

Did that thing just burn off my clothes? [Fortunately, he still has the unstylish Blacksmith overalls on him.]

[no_dreams_for_you]

[...Shit.

Gaara can sense a certain... emptiness within him, as though he completely lacks power. He's knocked down onto his rear end, and his clothes have... suddenly changed, to a Job Class that he doesn't recognize. Frowning, he slowly rises to his feet, and tries to draw on a White Mage spell. Nothing happens.

Damn it.]

Have either one of you experienced a loss in abilities?

[He takes Luke's hand off from his shoulder... but holds it for a moment longer than necessary. His fingers briefly tighten, jaw clenching, as he fights to remain calm.]

[melodiesdungeons]

[ The atmosphere in the room starts changing suddenly-- It feels a lot darker, more oppressive and mysteriously enough, a much smaller. There seemingly is no reason for this change and yet it's obvious there is a force at work there.

The mechanical noise they heard earlier grow closer, but they are now different. Heavier, louder. Whatever it is that is growing close is no small security system but something huge.

The door is still closed and won't move, not from this side at least. ]

[headfons]

[Their clothes...

It's in that moment the realization hits him. Looking down, he realizes his outfit has...changed, somehow. Brow tensing, he runs hand over the upper garments, briefly. The tensed brow turns to an outright frown when Gaara mentions a loss of abilities.]

Actually, I think-- [In that moment, he can hear something that sounds big headed their way. Discarding the conversation, for the time being, he places his hand on the hilt of his weapon, moving towards the door.] Gaara...

[Still facing the door, he speaks to the other redhead.] Were you asking that because...whatever that was...took your abilities?

[Why else would he have asked, specifically, about that? Gaara doesn't ask unnecessary questions. In that moment, a sinking feeling tugs at him. Immediately, however, he shoves it away. That bad feeling is still lingering -- akin to one that serves as a reminder of a certain time in the place called California -- but he refuses to let it win over him, right now. They can't afford to lose hope, or feel defeated. He...won't let anything bad happen to them, if...he can help it. He'll stay strong, damn it. Summoning up every ounce of willpower and firm belief that they will be fine, he manages a stern, but encouraging tone.]

...Abilities, or not, these things won't go easy on us. We'll have to fight, even if it's with nothing more than the weapons in our hands.

[Glancing back from Gaara, to Ales, his expression turns firm.] So, what are we left with? What can you guys still do? Whatever's out there sounds close, so we need to form a plan...and quick.

[umslay]

[At that Ales takes one last, tense sweep of the room.] At least we're in a room with all these supplies, and [He draws out the last word] I fancy myself a bit of an engineer.[He tugs at his overalls.] I might be able to build something here to protect us, or at least knock down that door.

[There's a hint of worry in his voice. As much as he prides himself in his creations, he knows that typically, he would need hours to build something huge, and all that comforts him is the Job that wasn't taken away from this and the fact that there are lots of complex objects at hand to speed up the process.

He knows he can't fight whatever is waiting for them, but the only way he can be useful is to build something out of these materials.]

You want me to make us some shields or weapons first?

[He really hopes he can find a weapon to use against a giant robot. At the party's current state, he's not sure if they have the power to destroy one of them.]

[no_dreams_for_you]

[Despite being left in a defenseless state, his expression doesn't change. Even as he is looking around the room with Ales, trying to locate something that could be useful. Given their classes, the only one that can fight effectively is... Luke. Which means he and Ales need to provide him as much support as possible...

Gaara turns to the other redhead and firmly commands.] Give me your Potion supply. I will utilize them on you and Ales, as needed.

[He is intentionally looking away from Luke as he admits.] Yes. I don't have access to any of my abilities, in either Job Class. [Inside his mind, he's still blaming himself for being stupid enough to get reduced to this pathetic state. How could he be so damn foolish...

But they don't have much time right now. He'll save the additional berating for later. In response to Ales, he recommends.]Shields first, and then weapons, if possible. We must support Luke. He has the strongest offensive capabilities, at present.

[Before they engage in combat, they need to study the enemy's movements and attack pattern, as much as possible. It might give them an advantage in the fight, if they can figure out any of its weaknesses.]

[headfons]

[Without hesitation, or questioning, he removes the bag from his waist. Turning and approaching him, Luke hands the bag over. Right now, cooperation is the key, and he trusts the ninja's judgment. Watching the other redhead look away as he admits that detail, Luke's brow tenses.] Okay.

[Immediately, he's preparing himself to be the only one fighting with abilities. Exhaling, he holds a blink. To the first part, he nods to Ales after Gaara speaks to the other party member, as means of offering his agreement. Shields are a better idea, at the moment.] Yeah, that sounds best.

... [The twinge of a bad feeling nudges the back of his mind, again. It's up to him, again, to protect. The image of a certain room, in a certain hotel, surfac-- ...No.

He won't think about that -- just focus on what you need to do.

Shaking his head, a bit, he steadies his breathing. Now is not the time for that. With that, he's focused on what they need to do. They'll be fine, damn it. Quietly, he turns back towards the door.]

[melodiesdungeons]

[ Suddenly, the robotic noise stopped without warning, as if it had never existed. The room that had started feeling much smaller than it actually was starts feeling larger-- Had this room really been that large when they had first come in? Probably not.

They can hear the laugh of a woman around them, coming from nowhere-- But before they may have the chance to question what it was, the robotic noise returns even closer to them and the wall opposite to the door is suddenly smashed and destroyed, the entire room covered with dust and smoke for a couple second. But through the dust, they may see what destroyed the wall: a mecha, but one much, much bigger than the small fries roamming through the facility.

Please continue here. ]