melodiesoflife | Event || The Night of the Thirteen Moogles

Event || The Night of the Thirteen Moogles

Characters: Everyone!
Where: Aqures Ixen (Old Observatory, others).
When: Night from the 31st of October to the 01st of November.
Summary: Midnight is approaching, ghosts are everywhere and clouds are slowly gathering above the old observatory... What does it all mean? This post is open to all characters, there are no sign-ups for this.
Warning: The destructor has come.

Mingle || Before Midnight
Confrontation || Midnight
The Cursed Heroes
King Moggle Mog XIV

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[He had intended to go after the giant marshmallow King Moggle Mog. As a primal slayer, it was his duty and his right to fell the beast, ego nonwithstanding.

However, as he had ran out the Observatory, he was struck by that unearthly power as he flew head over heels backwards. Landing in a crouched skid, he unhooked his Ghostbuster thrower and fired it at the direction of where the attack came from.

More and more waves of eldrich power lanced out and he closed the gap, firing with one hand as he spun Bravura with a roar. It lanced downward, and cleaved against a familiar blade that made him pause in surprise as he came face to face with an old friend.]

LIGHTNING! When did you...?

[But it was all for naught as the monster that was in Lightning's form blasted him backwards and he tumbled to a kneeling position, panting.] I do not understand... your said your God had reason for this... if this is the will of your God, then...!

[With a cry, he charged the monster in his friends flesh as she continued to fire at him, the edge of her gunblade ready to slice into Meteor if he got too close.]

Edited 2015-10-29 21:32 (UTC)

"You're moving far too slowly, boy."

In moments the Warrior was struck with a Haste spell, which struck him again and again, as though he were in his own time loop. Not that it increased in effect, but it simply stayed in effect.

"Go on, have your fun and play." The voice says, though, it's not an unfamiliar one, as now, as if to tease him, or confuse the enemy Lightning was on his side, backing him up and pointing an effectively useless Gunblade back at the... well... is either one truly the original?

He frowned for a moment. The Haste spell was uncommon in his world but welcome in this one. Despite this, he nodded. "Many thanks."

Blurring forward, he swung into the triple attack, Bravura slashing down in several angles. The possessed Lightning was hardpressed to keep up, but the explosions rocked the area as he was thrown backwards from a close-in shot.

Circling around, he fired his thrower at her, the enemy leaping backwards.

Not wanting to reveal her identity to the villain or ally here, Valvalis is soon taking upon the appearance of the other Hero, and on top of that, furthering the confusion to the foe by making another 2 copies of 'himself'.

Of course, none of which are making the same movements, or even as aggressively as Meteor, but for now, he has the option to retreat into confusion.

-Not-Lightning, however, gives chase as Meteor is thrown aback, bringing her own blade slashing down upon him.

Blocking with the haft of Bravura, he shakes his head. "Forgive me," he said, swinging in a spinning arc, the trail of a power break slamming into the woman who was thrown backwards.

To fight, or to continue fighting. Until her strings gave out, there was little he could do to help aid against the marshmallow Moggle Mog.

This really wasn't the way she liked fighting, but... there's no harm in doing something different, is there?

With that, the real 'Valvalis', still feigning as Meteor, does exactly as he did, stepping herself in and swinging that huge slab of steel at the woman, and the copies of him/her do exactly the same, the chain of copied attacks making for an unfair onslaught against Lightning until she's pressed back to a wall and run damn near through it.

"You're no stickfigure, boy." she says, clenching his copied fist with a grin.

"Nay I am not," said Meteor, holding Lightning to the wall to prevent her from moving.

"For I... am the Warrior of Light!" And he struck Lightning hard enough to burst her through the wall, and under rubble.

Breathing heavily, he scowled. "Stay down, old friend. I do not wish to hurt you further."

For now they could safely forget about Lightning under the rubble. "You take this task seriously. Cute." she chuckles, which is strange, surely, for Meteor to see himself chuckle like a woman.

But the laughter is short lived as a hail of bullets bursts through the wall and quickly picks off the copies Valvalis made. And in only a brief glint of seeing disturbingly familiar suit of reddish armor peek around a doorway.

"Good gods get down now!"

All her confidence is shot the moment she sees that 023 on the Mjollnir Mk 4.

Meteor dove into a roll as the armored figure came into view. He scowled. "A judge, here?" he whispered.

Grasping his weapon carefully, he gauged the new opponent. Tough, durable, heavily armed too. This will not be easy.

"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.

"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."

"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.

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!"

"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."

The woman certainly didn't smile at the result, but... at least the matter was handled. She folds her arms under her cloak and hangs her head. A 'thank you for that' was muttered, but she was still quite rattled at the fact that Daisy was used against her.

And moreso to find that she was even used at all...

"We should get these two secured somewhere," said Meteor after a moments hesitation. "At least then we'll keep them from harming any more civilians."

She nods, not smiling or seeming relieved at all.

"You're not wrong." she says, reluctantly lifting up the body of her armored sister.

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