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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Around the Hospital;

[ Minato can be found in the vicinity of the hospital during the critical early half hour, delaying the progression of the Cursed Heroes in various ways. Rather than taking them head on, he would use the various elements to cause the ground at their feet to be slippery, to block them off with raising up the ground, and even futilely trying to deter or distract them with fire or water. This was a challenge... but he was less afraid than tired. He'd been casting at a consistent pace, he needed some time to catch his breath--but this was going to be one long night. He hoped if he lived by the end of this, he could have a nice nap that spanned a week. And if not, that the embrace of death would at least be relaxing. ]

Streets - A & B;
A) vs. An Old Memory;

[ Because his day wasn't bad enough.

Minato gets distracted from his evacuation duties by seeing a familiar face across him: A familiar face that he last saw a long, long time ago. Minato stares at her, and she stares back with a gentle expression that nonetheless felt off. He thought he was better than this; and truth be told, this was something the Shifter would not have been able to find in detail within the depths of his mind, if circumstances had played out differently. ]

Hello, Minato̙̲. Beautiful night, i̢̬̪sn't it? Are̷͍n't you t͖̺͠i̧red? Why ḑ̗̰̹̝̝͓̳o̮̣͇͠ņ̟̰̭'̧t͟ ́ỵ̥ou ̖̼͔̻r̸͇̤̬̖̼͉̭eͅs̼̫͜t̤͔̦̹̺̝ ̵̹͖̞̹͔f̨͕̩or ͙̼̠̗̘͖ḁ ͙̯͈͇͕whil͏͇̪̣̲̩̣̥e̹̩͙̠͓...

[ There's more than a passing resemblance between the two. Minato had inherited her blue hair (though hers went down just a bit past her shoulders), and a soft expression, hers more apparently kind, than Minato's being dazed. What was he supposed to do? She shouldn't be here. She couldn't be here... ]

... Mother... That's not you.

[ She tilts her head, smile slowly extending further past normal into her cheeks. ]

Ẁha̺̖̗t͓̼̠̖̲̼̲͘ ̮d͕̱͇̫͍o̰͚̣̫͚ ̯̫̮̫̦̗͇yo̧u͖̤̳̜̞͍͝ͅ ͈m̢͙ẹ̹͈͟a̱̗̳̬̻̠n̡̼͓͈͍͚̬͎?̹͎̩̖͍ͅ

[ Minato breathes heavily. When he exhales, he casts a concentrated Firaga, and his following expression is unreadable, if it was more in sadness, or rage. This being Minato--maybe it would best be put, he didn't care for this situation, or this oncoming fight. He knew he was at a disadvantage, and can't win without his Ghostbuster job. But he couldn't take another second of this sickly impersonation that attempted to be sweet. He had let go of the past a long time back, with no intention to yearn for impossibilities like some child. ]

She died ten years ago. Don't wear her face like that.

[ So shut up, and stop trying to deceive him. ]

Y̴̲͇̺̓̓͆̉̚o̠̳̗͚̬͉ͭ̂u͓̗͓͓͊̊̾̂̄ ̨̰̻̰͒̽ͦͦ̎̚ḷ̳̦̦͔̃̿̓̓i̙̣͉͓̙̝̓͐ͧ̓̋̽̌t̨̺̟͛̎̎ͭ̒͆͒ṱ̶̩̯̥͚ͭl͍͇̮͕͚͖̥ͮ̏̌e̫̲̥ͫͭ̆̽̒̇ ̮̼̝̀̇̂ͤ̊̊̒BR̪̝̥̯̰͉̦͗̀̅ͭͥ̿Aͦ̋̓͐́́͘T̵ͬͣͣ.̴̖̜̦̱ͩ̋͆̌̉
̩͇͕̥̭͓͇ͬ͐ͨ͞
̨̫͇̹̺̠̝̓̿̂̇D͗́ͯ̔̌ͥI͍͓̙͍̠͓͇ͭ̾̽̽ͫ̉̚͜E̠̯̻͍̻̥ͯ͊̈́̅͞ͅ.͕̮̰͚̬̱̼

B) vs. Elizabeth;

[ Finding him, somehow, was very easy for her this time around, even if she wasn't really herself. She set a nearby house on fire to make her presence known to him... How flashy. ]

Elizabeth-san--

[ Without warning, he next feels the biting chill of more freezing wind at his shoulder, narrowly dodging it with his thankfully now-existent battle instincts. He stares in disbelief, and he could feel his heart pounding harshly against his chest. The round, floating snowman figure with its wide smile disappeared, and was now replaced by a tall dark figure, with a hammer. They listened to the bidding of the blood-splattered, silver-haired woman.

Run.
Run, she'll kill you.

Though he had only gained minimal information during the time they had spent together--he could feel it in his mind, that she was unleashing the powers of Persona. Didn't she call herself a friend? Was there any awareness of her self, still in there? One more try, then he would retreat. ]

Elizabeth-san...!

[ But no response. A thunderbolt crashes loudly behind him and shattered tile and debris crash into his back, blurring his vision and hearing as he felt the sharp pain over his right shoulder. What strength she had--! He's never felt this forced into a corner before. He notices the street behind his footing now had a steep, gaping hole in it... Ah, so that's how it was; literally had himself right where she wanted him. Her steps continued on slowly, in an unsettling half-drag, half-rhythmic skip. Even if she probably had no emotion as this shell moved, it was like she was having fun... maybe toying around with him, before finishing him off properly? Minato clutched his stinging shoulder, looked around his other sustained wounds, and with his palm dripping red verified that he was bleeding. ]

...

[ Damn it, he could barely feel his legs. Resignation to his fate flashes over his eyes, but... maybe someone can catch him before Elizabeth's next move. To join him in action, or to yell at him to run... Or Minato might just do something a little nuts that involves changing his elevation. ]

In a flash, like a boss theme override, there's a kick, one enough to even send this strange reincarnation reeling back.

"Didn't I say you needed to learn to fight or you'd get in trouble?"

The nagging voice should have been quite familiar, surely much to Minato's ire.

"But... what... is wrong with you Elizabeth?" Sure, it'd been some time since she'd seen her old hunting buddy. A stranger to magic, but no stranger to that uneven, unphased stare and walk, the Master puts her hands up and clenches her fists, wholly prepared to slug it out with her former comrade.

"Get up and fight, or run. I won't tell you a second time."

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Maybe if it were any other time, he'd cringe given the way their first meeting went, but instead what washes over him was... no, not relief. That's not the right word, either. It's very real concern because she's surely seen what Elizabeth was capable of just now, right?

Okay kiddo, looks like you just maybe, got saved from your situation of distress. He opens his mouth, but then bites his lower lip and shakes his head. Out of his bag, Minato draws a potion that has thankfully not its contents entirely spill out from its cracked glass (though he mentally groans at the other things soaked in his bag), and gulps it down.

When he sighs, he says with resolve.

"... I'm not abandoning you to take her on by yourself."

He still believed fleeing was the more practical option, but, from the looks of things, Allenby had no intention to do so. And though the surrounding area had already mostly vacated, it was dangerous to let these Cursed Heroes wander around freely in this way.

The Cursed Elizabeth next summons the Persona Cu Chulainn, a long-haired figure with a spear. He stares at the Heroes intently, expression as soulless as his summoner's.

She knew what she could do as per her abilities in Aquares Ixen, not her home world.

"Good, then step up and tell me waht the hell she just did!" Personas hadn't been explained, and there wasn't a Deadpool around to call it a Stand either.

All the same, Allenby makes the first move to move in quickly and throw a strong right straight for Liz's stomach... a haymaker to know the wind out of her.

"I believe they were called 'Personas'. They're able to fight in the way you use Eidolons... but you can summon them again faster."

Also he had to kind of shoot himself, but it doesn't look like Elizabeth does. She merely did slow sweeps of her right arm then raised it, and they would come out; and she had more than one at her disposal. While he hasn't figured out the existing pattern to the usage of elements yet, it exists.

The Persona Cu Chullain turns to attempt to impale Allenby with his spear, but Minato tightens the grip on his wand; and the Blizzaga bonds his arm to the ground. In that second, Cu Chullain is silent, giving Minato a glimmer of hope this might be a fight they can win--before a simple, effortless yank bursts his arm and weapon out of the ice, and Minato shields his face from the scattering shards.

Elizabeth staggers from the blow that makes a perfect landing, but likely, not as much as would have been expected from any normal person. Her strange expression of amusement continues. Cu Chullain had again lifted his spear, and it was going to go down in the next second.

"...! Look out!"

Allenby was in full abuse of her power. For her, time seemed to slow down after the warning, allowing her to turn around, and weave out of the way. Her hands clench the spear and pull on it, bringing Cu Chullain close enough to also receive one of the Gundam Fighter's devastating haymakers.

But even if the first punch isn't an instant K.O., a second comes, then a third, a flurry of punches from one hand while she grips on the Persona's weapon.

One thing remains constant between Elizabeth and her Personas: while the Personas' movements are more natural even in their dramatics, neither them nor Elizabeth changed expression, even to fit the tone of battle. Cu Chullain's statue-like stare remains on Allenby, before dissolving after a final strike. And following this, another metallic, winged angel Persona manifests and takes its place above.

Minato flings a Thundaga above with a swift wand motion, and it blocks it with an arm, looking unaffected.

Even if they moved, and fought, Minato realized it didn't seem like they carried life on their own.

"I think... I think we should focus on Elizabeth-san! But the attacks come from her Personas so we should also stay on guard for what they do."

They have so far, also been only coming out one at a time. Damn, he really wished he had asked her more about these abilities when he had a proper chance to... even as contrived a reasoning it would be as having to fight against them in this whole separate world.

Minato, move!

[ Running across the corridor from another direction, Ace takes a sharp turn upon spotting a familiar face, and it's only a matter of a few seconds before his hand latches onto Minato's wrist, pulling the boy away from the malicious figure almost violently. In fact, everything about his movements seems suddenly angrier and chaotic, to a certain degree, as if he could be the one suffering the hauntings in the first place.

Or perhaps, escaping the possibility. Although simple logic would force him to acknowledge the deception behind the phantoms, he doesn't wish to put himself in anybody else's shoes right now. ]

Ace-sa--Ah...!

[ Minato when he's yanked away is momentarily stunned, which is a pretty big deal considering this is him. The Shifter's thrash of a tentacle to injure and grab what it deemed as its petulant prey thankfully misses, as a result of Ace's foresight. But he wasn't paying attention to that. ]

Are... are you okay?

[ His friend's expression can't be very well seen in the dark, but the erratic body language says it all. Minato hadn't seen Ace since earlier in the tower, and things have taken a turn for the worse since then. It's clear even without his personal admittance, he wasn't fine.

The Shifter's grin is maintained, despite its fury, turning into jagged, sharp teeth. Part of the fake skin had melted like plastic while still staying attached in a grotesque form, and the blue hair is haggard, at uneven lengths. What used to be an imitation of his mother's kind eyes had turned into all black, and ooze seemed to drip down like messy tears. It seemed to have shifted gears to try crush the spirit of one of either of its two targets. ]

Y҉ou̴ ͜w͟ould ̛do t̸h͏i̛s̢ to̸ th͏e͢ imAge o̕f͝ you̷r͠ ̴m̡o҉thEr? ̴R̷ea͡l̶ly, ̨e͠Ve̢n if yo͝u̵'̨vve ̕b̕eEn̨ alońe̸ ̵foŗ ̡thi s̨ l̷ong ,̷ do͜n't ̶you͝ kn̢ow͡ Any ͢Bet̴t̨er ̷?̸

D́i͠sre̶sp̨e̢ctf͟ųl͠,̸ ̛ ͟awf̧u͞l̸. . ͏.háte̴f҉u̵l,̕ ҉the̶r͟e ҉is͟ ͜s͠o҉m̨eth̷in̛g͞ ҉WROŅG̸ with t̶h͠is ̕chil̴d͜,͞ işn'̀t ̕t҉h͡er͘e?

[ Minato kept silent. Could it be...? That Ace was seeing or had seen something even worse? ]

Ace you... It's dangerous, let me handle this.

[ Minato's assessment of the situation, however accurate, did absolutely nothing to shake Ace's resolve. He almost wished, in that moment, to once again witness the same carelessness he knew his friend from instead of the words of concern that had no place on a battlefield.

The cadet could have easily deflected the question, but Minato needed his confidence far more than he did, given the situation. Wordlessly, he gave the other boy's wrist a light squeeze before releasing it from his grasp, looking somewhat more composed now, that he was no longer merely an idle observer; it had been way too close, and little did Minato seem to have taken note of that.

Just as Ace would purposely disregard the message uttered by the phantom as he readied himself for an attack, sword in hand. ]

... Keep on casting.

[ He always had this eerie calmness in the face of danger and death itself (even before the idea that many Heroes don't stay fallen) but this to him was a non-issue. It was company that is likelier to throw him off; in this case company that wasn't feeling like themselves. Or maybe he didn't have the right to say that. Battle requires some sharp shifting of gears... And maybe admittedly he should be taking a more prepared stance to fight back; instead of letting things come as they may just because it didn't look very promising.

He nods without a word, and begins to Focus and make his next spell stronger. He hadn't expected it to come to this--but now that he had someone beside him, he had to make sure they both make it out of this alive. ]

H̬͟ ̴e̘͍͍̲̖̳e̕ ͕̞̟͓ͅͅę̺̰̫͖̜͕Hè̻̟̹͍e͉̠͙̱̟ ͚̳͍̜͇Ḫ͔̦̕ͅ ̢e̞̪̮͔͙̭̖ ̻͞ȩ̝̻̱̥͕̠.̥̤͝.̴͕̟̫.͉̝̝.̻̣̣̩.̜̺̣.͢

[ The Shifter noticed the lack of effect of its words, and so said nothing more for the time being, continuing on in a warped-sounding giggle that echoed against their surroundings. It seemed to think multiplying its limbs into nine extended bony arms and long fingers would make it the more convenient to grab its snacks: the original target and newcomer both. As clumps of stringy hair shed off to dissolve into the floor, large eyes opened from multiple directions around the head from what used to at least give a convincing illusion of a normal face. While gaming fight logic would dictate this as an addition of weak points, it would also be exponentially more difficult to find a blind spot, this way. All eyes, when they could, watched them intently and unwavering. ]

C̔ͬ͑̈́̑̉̃҉ö́ͫ͗̔͌ͨM̌ͯ́e͏ ͏h̶͊̓͗eͣ͒ͧȑ̵̍̚ȩ̿̿ͥͪ̔ͮ͑,͌͜ mͦ̓ͮ̏͢ ̡̑y̷ͣ̍ͩ̂̃̚ ̸ͧ̒̽̍̑c͗Ḧ̴́͑ͪ͌ͨ͌ͥi̵ͬ̾͗̂̏̔l̎ͭͩ̎̓̒͢d́ͣ̔́ͥͬͩR̢ͤͭͮͩͥͮ͗e͠n̅͋́̊͑́͜ ͮ͗ͩ͢.̈͌ͣ́̾

[ Looks like the next move was freely theirs. ]

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Event || The Night of the Thirteen Moogles

Around the Hospital, In the Streets

B) V. Elizbeth.

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