melodiesoflife | Event || The Night of the Thirteen Moogles

[As they go, it looks and sounds like other Heroes are turning up on the scene, too. It's a relief, somewhat, but it doesn't do much for Ven; he still can't contribute much.]

I don't think Ghostbuster's any good. My other Job's Time Mage -- if I go alone, I should be able to move fast enough to stay ahead of 'em. I can lead 'em around until someone stops whatever's causing this.

[...He never claimed it was a smart plan, okay. It hinges heavily on how well he can manage his energy, for one; Flash and Haste will keep him a step ahead of most enemies, but overdoing it will get him killed quick. He's aware of that, but there's not much else he can do as he is.]

[Yuna shakes her head.]

There is a lot of them. You can't do that alone.

[She pulls an Ether from her pocket and hands it over to Ven.]

Take this but find others if you are going to do that. It might be better to try to keep them in the Hospital and then see how many have traveled into the city. We need to keep the people safe.

[These things seem determined to attack people.]

[He opens his mouth to argue, but her offering stops him. Instead, he nods solemnly.]

Right... If you wanna stay here, you can tell the other Heroes what we've seen when they show up. They need to know what they're up against.

[Ven moves to take the bottle, but he intentionally does so in a way that has his hand covering hers. As easygoing with physical contact as he is, it doesn't make the gesture any less meaningful; he's worried. The look he gives her is equally parts concerned and apologetic.]

I don't think I'll be any use in small spaces like that. It's better if I try to track down the ones who've already gone ahead.

"No... My sister."

In spirit, not blood, but, they may well be on the same 'level' of infamy and dangerousness. The Spartan lays down another clip of shots before turning to the other side of the doorway. Fortunately the one gun is all she has.

"So... whatever it is that's going on... they're using bodies of others... I will NOT stand for this." Though she's not standing now so it's a totally true statement.

Ashelia deftly avoided the staff - really, unless the King had more tricks up his sleeve or the young Queen fell asleep in the air, there was no way he would actually be able to strike her. Pride is an insidious killer, Ashe...

Seeing the King's attention taken by Ales' ship, Ashelia took only a moment to look down at Jade and Sephiroth to make sure they weren't crushed before zooming off to help the Teensie prepare for the coming assault. She was no longer a Red Mage, after all - she couldn't heal them if she wanted to.

"I see... if I can immobilize her for but a moment, can you disable her?" asked Meteor as he ducked the spray of attacks.

"I only have one real shot at this."

[Yuna looks down where there hands meet and gives him a confident smile. She wishes that she could promise that they'd both be okay but she can't make that promise.]

Please be safe. I'll try and block the exists here and warn the other heroes.

[She pauses, chewing nervously on the inside of her cheek.]

It isn't them Ven... I mean, I know they look like our friends but they aren't. They wouldn't want to hurt people like this.

We can save them.

[For a second Yuna thought she might cry but she pushes it back. This isn't the time to feel sad, even so she's worried. Dying might not be permanent but it's painful and she doesn't want Ven to experiance it.]

Ashelia gasped as the wind whipped up around her, but found it almost impossible to breathe back in again. She tumbled away, spinning through the air, unable to breathe until she got far enough away from the whirlwind.

She righted herself eventually, clutching at her chest as she sucked in great amounts of air, her lungs burning. Well. That is something to watch for. She flew back towards the King, though, undeterred - she wasn't planning on stopping until he was completely melted.

"I have no idea, but, we'll at least try."

Determined to not allow her sister to be just used like a doll, she stands and casts haste upon herself, the 7 foot tall blonde and all her hair standing, as she has many times, bravely, but not once to face down that heavy red armor. Usually, it's at her side!

Nodding, he slung his weapon over his shoulder. "All right, here goes."

A wave of energy poured off the Adventurer, with a loud noise that sounded like a massive discharge. Slamming the ground with his axe, he charged forward as spears of molten rock shot up between himself and Daisy. With a battle cry, he charged forward, a circle of shields and rock forming around himself and Val.

The Warrior of Light's limit break had just been triggered, and as Daisy fired at him, the bullets rebounded off his armor.

90% damage reduction is a go! And he lunged to grapple with her.

I know.

[It's a quiet agreement -- he knows it's not them, not really, that they wouldn't want to be used like this, that they need to be saved just as much as anyone right now.

It's what makes this so hard.

Likewise, Ven can make no guarantees about either of them. It's frightening, more so because he's seen death up-close -- and Yuna dying in front of him once was more than enough. It shook him then and the thought shakes him now, working alongside the mystery of Ira's fate.

No promises, but... Ven can give her a smile, which he does, even though it's sad. If nothing else, he doesn't want her distracted by thoughts of his wellbeing.]

We'll figure it out. And I'll be okay. [He tilts his head -- and repeats her own words of weeks ago back at her.] I might not be the best, but I'm pretty good.

[He gives her fingers a reassuring squeeze -- and casts Haste on her, renewing the buff.]

Stay safe, Yunie.

The towering woman took a deep breath.

"You'll be hit too, but you won't die. Promise." she says.

With both grappling one another, the towering armor trying to wrench free from the Hero, both are enveloped in a localized tornado, which wastes little time bringing both of them to a state of... well... near-death, though it would seem the WoL was already there! Her absolutely favorite... the Maelsrom.

"Now move!" or be hit with a flying medical bed!

With a heave, he threw himself free of the Maelstrom as he fell down. Hitting the ground in a roll and Bravura thudding into the ground, the towering armored woman was gripped in Val's tornado attack.

"Keep it up, she's weakening!"

[Yuna laughs softly, the smallest puff of breath exiting her lips as she looks at Ven. She remembers saying those words to him and somehow they give her hope now.]

I will.

[She'll try her best to stay safe, she doesn't know how her death at the hand of the reaper might have affected Ven. She doesn't know what happened after that point but she's glad to see that he's so strong now.

When he pulls away she watches him go, her thoughts pulling down darker roads though there is still hope in her heart. A single tear rolls down her cheek but she quickly brushes it away before she truly begins to cry.]

Well, we've dealt with a hold full of voidsent. [and also some creature who are probably just beastkin, but that's not the point.] And you've dealt with a number of those Risen before, haven't you? We'll pull through.

I'll take... three.

[ He'll probably want more, but boy, did Kharon reprimand him for going wild on Flence's restaurants, so for his Moogle's sake, he'll try to restrain himself a bit. ]

Talk about a close call... Now that he was alone, Jade's chances of survival weren't quite as high. He considered, for a moment, whether he should retreat.

No, not just yet. It would be no good if the Moogle took out the airship. If Jade had to stay in harm's way to prevent that, so be it. Decision made, he used the moment of distraction to change his position, running out of the alleyway and behind the Moogle, where it at least couldn't retaliate quickly. Just close enough for his magic to reach.

Time to finish what he'd started. After using Focus to enhance the intensity of his spells, Jade cast another Firaga on one of the half-melted feet.

[The combination of Slow on Kairi and Saori's Shunshin on its last legs made it easy for her to get out of the way but not without taking some damage. The attack just grazes her but it still managed to get a few cuts on her cheek and right arm from it. Nothing bone breaking, but it still managed to draw some blood. Unfortunately since that did count as a hit, she couldn't use her Transience skill to counter. She was sent back a few feet but kept her stance.]

So that means we got to hit her fast and hard. Forgive me, Kairi. I'm gonna have to cut you down.

[In all honesty, it's something she would ask others to do if she was in a similar state. For Saori, to lose control over the mind and body by force is one of the worst things anyone could ever do towards another. She gripped her katana tighter and reactivated Shunshin once she felt the effects fade away. Rather than go straight into attack, she circled around the impostor at high speed. There were brief flashes of steel as katana met keyblade.]

I could hold them off for as long as it would take for you to rest and gain magic again because you must be low at this point.

[Even if she went and got ethers or something, he just wanted her to not over do it to the point she had nothing left.]

I'm not saying I'll be doing it alone, I'm just saying it's more beneficial to rest first then join in when it's right.

Forty-five altogether, then! And an extra for you; a benefit for a friend.

[he looks as though he'll appreciate that. She slips them all four into a bag for him, witha bright smile.]

Time Mage is useful. it's what I have as well, so using Slow on them does work.

[That would give them some advantage at least or at least give them more time to do things really.]

All we can do is try and give a distance, so is there any abilities a warrior can use long distance, or is it always up close?

Cut her--?

[It was a terrible thought no matter how he looked at it. Whether they were dealing with a good friend or a total stranger was irrelevant, because all the Heroes cursed by this thing were in the same predicament. If anything, Ven should have felt reluctance to hurt an innocent person, maybe a bit more so because they were dealing with a friend of Sora's.

And yet the very thought of having to hurt Kairi in particular seemed to break something inside him. Stranger to him though she was, there was more than just sympathy in the pang that struck his heart right then.]

Wait -- no!

[--but Saori was already moving, and Ven winced as their blades clashed. He couldn't let this become a second Sora. For Saori's sake, but Kairi's, too.

He hurried forward while Kairi was distracted, coming up behind her as Saori had done. He'd seen firsthand that normal blows were nowhere near enough to really hurt these Heroes, so maybe if they could wear her down quickly, there wouldn't be any need for anything else--

Ven's timing was perfect, the opportunity right there, an extremely simple maneuver for his skill level -- and yet, as he brought his Keyblade up and around, intending to slam the blunt handle into Kairi's side and knock her off her feet... he froze up mid-swing. It wasn't a conscious decision -- he body simply stopped moving, as if something or someone unseen had intercepted him perfectly, or a Stop spell had caught him halfway.

And then the feeling hit him -- a wave of shock and remorse, recognition and reluctance, so sudden and heavy that Ven nearly stumbled over himself, his grip on his weapon loosening.

Why--

It's Kairi--

I would never--]

Agh!

[He reeled backwards, hand pressed hard against his throbbing forehead. His head, his heart, everything hurt -- not totally a physical pain, but also the ache of sadness, of loss, of anxious love and emotional denial and why did he feel like this--]

I have no doubt of that, to be certain!

"Well! Do something then! You don't honestly expect me to to kill my own sister do you?" Whether or not she was in control, it didn't matter, this was the most she could do to stop Daisy in the slightest...

She knew she was too wild and reckless, and only knew this attack by heart to be near-fatal, and never, ever, fatal on it's own.

Well, there was one thing he could do.

Leaping back into the fray, he brought the heavy part of the weapon on her head, knocking the woman prone. "Well, that worked."

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