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Post by Hitotsumami on Mar 20, 2014 17:43:57 GMT -5
Astral Lance wasn't completely certain that the few he left to hold off the Magical Council could handle the task, but he had no choice at this point. He knew Mark would be on his way back now as quickly as possible, so time was short. He had to find the record hall that would surely have some information on the mythical Asmoday, and at the very least a record of last sightings.
Astral took the stairs down from the higher halls, and though everyone was now alerted of the Oracion Seis presence, Astral defeated any soldier that got in his way. He eventually reached a locked doorway that lead down to the lower half of the Magical Council HQ. It was actually located underground, so Astral guessed it might be a good place of hiding records.
Rushing through the halls and battling off any guard he came in contact with. He found himself not in a record hall, however, but instead in the prisons!
"Damn it, this isn't the right way," muttered Astral to himself. There were prisoners in almost all the cells, all yelling at him to free them, but Astral Lance really couldn't care less about their fate. However, upon closer consideration, freeing an entire prisons worth of dangerous criminals would certainly be quite the distraction!
"You know what? Sure! Everyone's free! Go wild!" Astral Lance grabbed a set of keys on the nearest downed guard and quickly unlocked one door after the other. The criminals ran wild, exuberant with their freedom. Astral saw most of them head to the upper floors where he was sure they'd get revenge on the soldiers that had kept them there for so long.
However, Astral stopped when he reached on particular cell. Inside, he saw a man with long black hair and looked quite old. Based on the description, Astral Lance recalled one of the boring meetings he had with Mark back when he was part of the Magical Council. It was about a particular, dangerous prisoner, but Astral had forgotten what was so special about him. Nevertheless, to be told he was dangerous by Mark himself, that must have meant something, and it intrigued Astral Lance.
"Yo!" said Astral Lance at the front of the cell. "You're locked away here, right? Well, I'm sure you just noticed that I freed nearly all the other prisoners. How would you like some of that freedom as well?"
Astral Lance showed the man the key in his hand.
"But I have one condition. I'm down one man in my little organization. Become one of us, one of the once legendary Oracion Seis, and I'll open this cell and unlock your cuffs. How about it?"
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Jericho despised the spider creature that charged at him. He was a man of the earth, a man of sanctity, and this creature was nothing but sin and evil.
"Though I have not been on the Magical Council in some years, I must say that in my day we did not let creatures from the dark walk so carelessly in the light!"
As Spider Thigh's spiked legs sliced down into the ground, Jericho jumped out of the way, showing amazing agility for a man of his age.
"Ice Dragon's Roar!" shouted Jericho, and a torrent of snow and sharp blades of ice shot from the man's mouth. Aimed at Spider Thighs, Jericho could only hope that the ice would be enough to damage to creature, or at least slow it.
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Elrond agreed with Jupiter. "Of course! And that is precisely the reason we must push forward! This man is from the Magical Council so I'm sure there is a good reason!"
Below, far on the ground, the others might notice that there was quite a commotion going on. Though they may not have known it, dozens of criminals were swarming out of the front gates of the Magical Council and heading down towards the town to wreck havoc.
Mark saw this and the anger on his face only intensified. "It is the work of the Oracion Seis!" he bellowed. "Who here has the capabilities of stopping those criminals before they reach the town? I would myself, but there are more important matters at hand! Please, whoever can do so, stop those criminals!"
Elrond nodded. Using his earth controlling abilities, he pulled a few small earth discs from the platfrom. "Whoever wants to go and help, use these," said Elrond. "They'll take you straight to those criminals!"
As for who stayed on the platform, soon enough they would find a sign plastered on the Magical Counil HQ Building signaling Mark and the others to aim for the floor below.
"That's the place!" yelled Mark. "Fly there, now!"
Asmoday was going to volunteer to fly down and fight the criminals, but instead, she stayed. Azealya Thorn told her that she was probably needed more inside the HQ than on the ground, and that was reason enough. Of course, Asmoday didn't know that Azealya was just keeping her around, just in case she was truly the Asmoday Astral Lance was desperately seeking.
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Post by Mise™ on Mar 21, 2014 13:26:27 GMT -5
”Go there and brawl with some crooks?” The idea did sound appealing to Jupiter, but then he realized that fighting with thugs (and occasionally bears) was what he did on his free time anyways, so maybe he could pass on it. At first Jupiter had not been excited about going to the magic council, but from what he had heard from Mark the visit did sound more appealing to him now. Even though it probably shouldn't, but he couldn't help it. Anything was better than paper work. ”Can't ya just send the police or the army or like some of the guilds in this city or whatever after the those crooks down there? Ya're like the big shot around here.” Even when addressing the head of the magic council Jupiter did not speak very politely. --- ”Yo. I'm no killer. That won't kill her. The wound may be fatal if not treated, but it will not kill her in time. I know what I am doing. I just needed to take an enemy out. You guys are kind of attacking us after all and we're supposed to fight back and all that.” Azriel got defensive when Apollo blamed him for Elly's death. He would never do things like that. However he did not really expect his words to have much effect on Apollo. A moment later Apollo was attacking Azriel and clawing his left wing and pulling him down with force. Apollo's attack seemed very successful, probably more so than even Apollo himself had expected as Azriel seemed to struggle to be able to do anything at all and in only a few second fell to the ground and now seemed to be in a huge pain. For at least a moment. ”Just kidding.” All of a sudden Azriel's expression changed entirely, he looked very amused and despite lying on his back on the floor swung his sword at Apollo, like a sucker punch, only with a burning magic sword instead of his fist. True to his words earlier he was not trying to kill Apollo, only take him out even if it would deal some unnecessary damage. Following this Azriel would roll away from his opponent and if Apollo was still holding strongly on his wing he would get to keep it as Azriel would let it go and a few seconds afterwards would grow a new one that would be identical to the one he just had lost. ”C'mon. Why would I use magic to create wings that could get in my way. Of course they ain't real and I don't feel any pain from them. I can fly with them though.” Regardless of what kind of condition Apollo would be, even if he was out cold from the sneak attack, Azriel would taunt him like this. --- After waiting for it for so many years finally something interesting happened in the life of prisoner number 78, as Astral went around opening all the nearby cells and finally his and for him he had a special offer. ”You are... Astral Lance... Formerly of magic council, now a wanted criminal.” It would seem like the prisoner had at least some knowing of what has happened in the world around him, despite not having left his cell for over a decade. ”I guess I should introduce myself too. My name is Noil Jauquard... I am. No. I was a tailor and I worked for the king. Made him and his court their clothes. But one day a priceless painting was stolen from castle and the blame was wrongly pinned on me. And ever since then I had been rotting here in this cell wanting revenge on the king, his court and this kingdom.” Instead of responding to Astral's proposal Noil went through his life story. Despite sounding bitter and angry as usual, he also spoke quite slowly this time. Noil did eventually give Astral his answer though: ”I won't be anyone's lapdog. Never again. But if helping you will help myself as well we can be business partners. If you accept free me from these shackles so I can be free. You probably know it, but I can not use my magic with these.”
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Post by CJ on Mar 21, 2014 23:18:37 GMT -5
Qi opened her eyes and stood slowly. She leaned on her cane, peering down at the chaotic scene in Era. She breathed in slowly and exhaled. She looked to the other members and smiled as best she could in her fearful anticipation. Then she glanced at Elrond, hoping he would approve of what she was going to do. In the short amount of time they had, she didn't think she would have time to explain.
"Alright. Here I go. I'll see you guys down there! Good luck!"
She stepped off the rock unceremoniously and plummeted toward the earth. Pointing her cane forward, she began to chant.
"I summon the Celestial Spirits reigning over the Years of the Horse and Monkey!"
Qi had never summoned two spirits in front of the others at this point, especially at terminal velocity. Sparkling golden lights emerged about her as she continued to fall.
The first formed into Horse, who went crashing to the ground outside of the council building. He scratched his head and looked down at the people below him, barely dodging them with his large feet. He might have accidentally kicked a criminal or two.
"Whoah. Sorry for the trouble."
Meanwhile, the other light formed Monkey, who immediately grabbed hold of Qi. He grinned wildly.
"Got ya, oo-kee!"
"Thank you!" Qi exclaimed as her eyes spun about in dizziness.
Horse reached out and caught the two. He placed them on his shoulder and grasped onto the side of the roof.
Monkey continued to hold onto Qi as though she was a small child, keeping her at his side. He balanced incredibly well on Horse's shoulder, not needing to grip onto anything.
"Horse, open the roof for the others if you would."
"Yes, Qi. Now, let's see what we got in here."
The giant summon moved his eyes past Eliza's illusion and tore a huge chunk of the roof off, enough to fit Elrond's rock inside. He set it off the side and peered inside.
"Whoah."
"Sp-sp-sp-sp-spider!" Qi squeaked, seeing Spider Thighs. "Horse, step on it!"
"I can't!" Horse gasped. "That's... it's..."
"Arachnoid Aegis," Monkey confirmed in quiet horror. "What the hell is that thing doing here? It eats people, humans and spirits alike. Be careful, Qi. Um, Qi? Are you oo-kee?"
A vocal song could be heard from down below. The small summoner's head nodded in time to it, totally captivated by it.
"That sound," she responded with dull eyes. "It's beautiful. I want to help him."
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Apollo thought he had the fight in the bag. But Azriel had the advantage the entire time. He collapsed in pain, totally blind to the the council member's sneak attack. He still held on to the magic wing, having been easily removed by Azriel.
His perception went buggy in the burning pain. He thought the ceiling was torn open for some reason and looking inside it was a giant horse's head. Thinking it to be some kind of magic on Azriel's part, he cried out in a swan song without lyrics. It was a powerful spell that captivated weaker wills to feel compassion for him and serve him.
Rolling on his side, he grasped his face and cried more, trying to deal with the burns that would inevitably scar his once flawless skin. His spell was only made greater in his sorrow over Elly's death. How was he supposed to believe Azriel's claim when Eliza's magic clearly showed the girl dead?
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Eliza scooped more ice cream as Elly explained her case. A deep frown came over her face. She set her ice cream aside.
"Not all ponies are good then, are they?" she asked holding her head low. "I suppose the same could be said for you. Not all villainous people are evil."
She peered up at Elly with innocent, almost fearful eyes. Even though it was clear the young girl was an illusion, there seemed to be some sort of truth to it, not like the fanciful Pony Love. From her freckles to her mismatched unicorn patches on her overall dress, this girl seemed to exist for real in another time or space.
"You're not evil, are you, Miss?" she asked timidly, setting down her ice cream.
Suddenly, Eliza's attention was diverted upward when Horse tore open the ceiling and looked inside.
"Oh my goodness!" she shouted, though only Elly would hear her in the illusion. "He is here! The Lord of Ponies!"
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 22, 2014 3:03:49 GMT -5
"You're not evil, are you, Miss?"
That was something that Elly would have to think a good long time on. Normally she would have just blurted out the first thing that came to mind that, no, she wasn't evil. She caught herself first though, taking more than just herself into consideration. The Oracion Seis at the very least, seemed pretty evil, or rather actually were pretty evil. Since she was associated with them...
"Oh my goodness! He is here! The Lord of Ponies!"
She didn't really get the chance to give a properly considered response however, what with all the shouting and crashing. Everything going on, it was all so mad and hectic, it was hard for her to take anything seriously anymore.
"Oh lord, what now..."
Facepalming, she shook her head in resignation.
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Post by newb23 on Mar 24, 2014 12:44:03 GMT -5
Ian was curious when Elrond looked past him to the back of the rock. Then he heard the voice. Immediately he whipped his head around and stared at the man at the back. "Mark?" Ian said confused as to why he was here now. Confusion lasted only for a moment though as it quickly turned to rage.
Standing up Ian's body began to shake, trying to suppress his rage. It seemed almost impossible for the man to do so as he grind his teeth. "What are you doing here you fucker?" Ian yelled at the man at the back. The yelling caused him to wake Lakin from his sleep who glanced up at Ian and then to the back though he couldn't really see who it was due to his vision being slightly clouded at the moment.
Ian didn't move, though he greatly wanted to, as he knew any fight would probably destroy the rock they were on.
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Post by Kuro on Mar 25, 2014 18:50:12 GMT -5
The blades sunk into the beast’s large abdomen, which was assaulted by the heavy influx of snow soon after. As a result, the spider was now shivering, with trickles of white blood oozing from the swords stuck in its backside. It turned to look at the old man and growled menacingly.
“Food not supposed to play. You doing it wrong! Food not play! I! Play!”
No longer did the spider tremble. Instead, the blades did.
They shook in place, cracking here and there but never breaking. Instead, they began to slowly sink into the spider’s body. The swords shivered wildly as they went deeper and deeper into the creature with no signs of coming out of the other side.
Soon, the swords were gone and any snow on the body had disappeared. Instead, Spider Thighs looked rater unaffected…or at least it would seem so, were it not for the connected child’s quivering.
Without a noise, it began. A massive and writhing beam shot out of the child’s gaping, dislocated mouth towards Jericho. The very air around the attack turned cold and the sounds of clicking and chittering could be heard. Were Jericho to be hit or see the beam closely enough, he would feel or see that the beam was made up of countless spiders, all of them white as bone. Their legs sunk past flesh or fabric easily, and their very touch instilled an icy chill. Any that did not hit the target would crawl away from whatever wall or floor they ended up on. Those doing so amassed into swarms, crawling towards and sometimes leaping at their target.
All the while, the spider unleashed another beam of the little things, a few spiders flying out of the holes in the shuddering child’s head and body like leaks. If either aspect of the creature noticed the new food above, they did not show it.
"Well, well, well! Fun already! I know what i'm doing next! Criminals ahoooooooooooooy!"
The clown's voice faded into the distance as he flew on the earth disc towards the thugs. Holding his ridiculously gargantuan hammer with both hands, a determined and gleeful smile shone behind his Jupiter mask. When he had them in his sights, he flipped backwards off of the platform with a shout of joy. The sound of earth crashing into weakling flesh; music to his ears!
He began to fall from his high position in the air, dragging his hammer behind him as the air rushed past his body. He cackled maniacally in his descent, with most of the criminals knowing naught of the new threat. Those who did sent a few arrows and fireballs his way, but he had experience with falling before. All part of the show, of course!
Finally, when he was but a few meters away from the ground, he brought his hammer down.
The impact sent a shockwave that sent those directly around him flying up into the air, and others falling backwards. But the clown had no time to waste. No, this had to be done exactly to the point. When the airborne criminals fell, Dofun hopped from place to place to slam his hammer into each one, making them fly into the distance and occasionally some unfortunate buildings. The THUDS and CRACKS resounded loudly throughout the chaos, accenting his each and every move.
When it was all done, he hopped back into the dust of the crater just as it began to fade. Now the clown could stand proud in the aftermath of his first attack, the dust settling around him in his dramatic entrance.
"Come on...let's play!"
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Post by Hitotsumami on Mar 26, 2014 13:00:26 GMT -5
"Blamed for something you didn't do?" said Astral Lance, stepping into Noil Jauquard's cell. "Well, can't say that's ever happened to me. If something wrong happens, it probably is my fault! But I won't question your sin. It's not important. The other people who make up my group all have their reasons, and sure, we may appear evil to them, but we're just going for our goal, and sometimes that route takes you to unpleasant places."
Astral lance placed the key into the shackles holding Noil Jauquard and they clicked open.
"My goal... our goal... is to find a woman named Asmoday. She is the true leader of the Oracion Seis. However, she's been missing for a long time, but I got a hunch that somewhere in this building there's a record of her."
At that time, Astral Lance heard quite a lot of chaos and fighting going on above his head on the upper levels. He didn't think Mark would be back so soon, but he didn't want to take the chance either.
"Here are your options," said Astral Lance. "Come with me to the record hall so that I can get my information. It may be dangerous, guarded for all I know, so it will be good to have backup. Or, option two, head upstairs and get some revenge on that Magical Council that kept you locked down here all these years. The choice is yours."
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Jericho was sure he had defeated the creature, but when he saw the ice sink into its body, he knew he would need a lot more power. Before he could began his next attack, however, a beam of tiny, ice cold spiders flew out of the boy's mouth straight in his direction.
Jericho dodged the first beam, jumping high into the air, but the second beam, he was not able. A large amount of spiders caught his leg and he felt the ice cold sting as they buried into his skin. Jericho placed a hand on the spot where the spiders had attached themselves and froze the entire part of his leg solid, in hopes that the spiders that had entered his body would be frozen as well.
"I won't let this go on any longer, foul creature!" yelled Jericho. He placed both hands together then pulled them apart, creating two long, icy swords in the process. Then he jumped off the ground with his one good leg. He swung his two swords not at the spider this time, but at the small boy that the spider used as a host.
If attacking the spider didn't work, then perhaps the boy was the creatures weakness.
With Apollo now singing at full force, it took all Jericho could to resist the song and focus on his target. He truly wondered how the spider creature could resist it to such a degree. And when the roof was torn off from above by an outside source, Jericho was astonished to see what he recognized as a Celestial Spirit.
Renascence has a Celestial Spirit mage, thought Jericho to himself, still in mid swing against the spider. Could that mean...?
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"Good luck, Dofun!" called Elrond as he watched the clown jump down to battle the criminals swarming out of the Council building.
Qi also took control of this situation and hopped off the rock. Of course, Elrond wasn't worried, and there was no need to be as she summoned two of her Celestial Spirits who easily opened a way for Elrond to fly inside the building.
"The horse is one of my favorites," chuckled Elrond to Mark, but Mark simply stood silent, like a statue, unblinking. Elrond saw the blood, but he didn't connect that Mark really couldn't hear anymore.
"Fly to the roof, now!" commanded Mark and Elrond shrugged and controlled the stone to head in that direction. Though Ian was yelling at Mark, due to Mark not being able to hear, he paid no attention to the person, he did not even look at the boy. This could very well bite him later.
Seconds later, flying past Horse, Qi and Monkey, they arrived into the Magical Council Meeting room and there was quite a sight to see.
"Wow."
A giant spider was fighting an ice mage and an angel was fighting a singing man. If Elrond could see past Eliza's illusion, he'd also see Pony Love and another young girl who honestly wouldn't have appeared to fit into this situation at all.
Mark took the lead, jumping off of the rock and landing hard onto the ground. He realized much had happened in his short time gone.
"Azriel, stop the singing, that's your first priority!" commanded Mark. Though he could no longer hear the song, he knew that all those around him, all the Renascence mages, plus Jericho, would be affected.
"Jericho, freeze that spider solid, and kill him if you must!"
Of course, Mark wanted to ask what had happened to Elly, because the last thing he wanted was to be teleported back outside again. Though that was important to know, he also wanted to ask about where Astral Lance had gone, but being unable to hear, it would have been pointless to ask. Instead, he inferred based on the situation what had happened.
Elly was gone... but so was Pony Love. Therefore, she must have taken the girl with her. If that was the case, Elly's dangerous power was at least contained for now. As for Astral lance, that would certainly explain why the prisoners were swarming out of the building.
So, the prison would be his destination.
But before Mark left, he still had a few Guild members to direct. He counted the members available to assist. There was Elrond, Qi, Jupiter, Druid, Ian and Lakin, Azealya and Asmoday. Though he did not know their names, other than the Guild Master, he could see there were seven, not including the Celestial Spirits. Quite a good number to combat the Oracion Seis.
But wait! Out of that group, there was indeed one he recognized. Ian... Ian was Mark's younger brother. So, he had joined Renascence? Of course Mark wanted to talk to him, of course he did... But they had a war going. Talk would have to wait.
"Jericho, Azriel, one last command! These are the mages of Renascence, the very mages who are up for consideration on becoming official! Command them as you wish, and allow them to assist you in disposing of the Oracion Seis scum!"
He gave one last look at Elrond. "If you wish your Guild to become official, then you will heed my people's commands, for if we do not stop the Oracion Seis, there may be no Council that can make you official."
And with that, Mark dashed out of the room, heading down the stairs towards the prisons where he suspected Astral Lance to be.
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Jericho knew not if his slashing attack on the boy would work, but he was glad to see that Mark was back and he brought help with him.
"Mages!" yelled Jericho. He pointed out Druid in particular. "Mind helping me out with this monster?" Jericho wasn't sure why he was asking Druid of all people available, but he just felt like Druid would be the most reliable one against this foe.
Jupiter could either assist in fighting the giant spider, or he could go against Apollo and assist Azriel. Of course, there were more options, at this point it was up to him.
The rock platform everyone had been standing on now dissolved and Elrond landed on the cracked floor. Looking around, the situation really looked under control.
"There are only two of them," said Elrond. "Aren't there supposed to be six? Well, this shouldn't be too hard!" Before he joined the fray, however, he looked over to Ian and Lakin. "That Mark guy was the guy you had a grudge against, right? Well, he went running through that exit. Perhaps you could follow him? I know things are kinda crazy right now, but being together might solve some of your problems."
Elrond wasn't really sure if that would work, but he left it up to Lakin and Ian.
"Hey Asmoday," called Elrond. "Maybe you could give me a h--." Elrond stopped. Looking around, there was no sign of either Asmoday or Azealya. Elrond scratched his head and guessed that maybe they had gone with Dofun to fight the prisoners. "Welp."
Looking up at Horse and Qi, he called. "Hey, Qi? You alright? You look a little out of it, don't you?"
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Down where the prisoners were escaping, where Dofun was taking control of the situation, a particular prisoner emerged. Unlike the other fodder, this man appeared to be much more powerful.
"Who the hell is this clown, eh?" asked the man, cracking his knuckles.
The man was tall and large, much larger than even Dofun's hammer. He had frizzy black hair and wore a black and white striped prisoner outfit.
"I haven't used my magic in so long, eh," said the man as he examined his raw knuckles. "Might as well try it now! Now that I'm out of this shit hole I'm not gonna let a clown get in my way! Listen well! My name is Batalie of the Congo!"
Batalie then charged forward, his fist raised towards the clown. As he charged through the air, his first changed from flesh to a sharp metal strong enough to shatter anything.
The prisoners who had been defeated already began cheering for Batalie, putting him up as a pseudo leader. "Go Batalie! Show that clown what you've got! Get us out of this place once and for all! GO!"
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"Where the hell did Astral go?"
Azealya ran down one of the empty dark halls of the Magical Council building, carrying a sleeping Asmoday in her arms. Just before Elrond had brought the rock inside the building, Azealya had placed a hand on Asmoday's neck, and using a sleeping thorn, had caused Asmoday to faint.
She considered asking either Apollo or Spider Thighs where Azealya was, but that would give away her role as part of the Oracion. Instead, she'd have to find Astral on her own.
"I really hope you're the Asmoday he's looking for," said Azealya, looking down at the sleeping girl in her arms. "I'm really tired of this mission."
Azealya eventually found herself in the cafeteria, which was the last place she wanted to be and the last place she suspected Astral Lance was. However, there was someone she recognized.
"Aether?" called Azealya, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing here? Where are the others?" Azealya lifted up Asmoday. "Look, I found Asmoday!"
However, Azealya couldn't have been certain that she hadn't of left a trial or had been followed by one of the Renascence mages...
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Post by Mise™ on Mar 26, 2014 14:07:42 GMT -5
Azriel's sneaky plan had been successful and he had managed to wound Apollo, but he didn't have too much time to celebrate when the Siren started another song. From the last time when he fell in to depression Azriel had figured out how Apollo's magic worked. At least kind of. He knew that he shouldn't listen to the song and that's about it. Azriel wasn't as clever or daring as Mark was and damaging his ears did not even occur to him. Instead he just covered his ears with his hands and then wanted to sing to drown out Apollo's song, but no songs came to Azriel's mind and he had to hurry. So without any lyrics in mind he began to sing as loudly as he could: ”A-la-la-laa-laa-la-la-la-laa-laa-laaaaaaaaaaaa-la-la-lalallala-laaa...” Despite his beautiful angelic voice Azriel was not a very good singer and it was not just the song he was singing he really could not sing. It did do a decent job from preventing Azriel from hearing Apollo's song. The problem was Azriel couldn't really do much other than block his ears and sing horribly. Sure he still held on to his sword, very awkwardly though, but he really couldn't swing it or anything. All he could do for now is to try to figure out something smarter to do. When Mark and the others arrived Azriel did not even notice them as he could not hear anything other than his own horrendous song right now. So Mark's words were lost on deaf ears. --- After entering the Magic Council the first thing Jupiter noticed was Apollo and his beautiful song, even though some idiot was trying to sing over it. ”I don't know why, but ya seem like a pretty alright guy.” Jupiter usually did not like strangers a whole lot, but there was something different about Apollo. Something magical. There was also a huge spider or something in there. Who cares? ”Oh that guy's an enemy... But I still kinda like somethin' about him...” Jupiter was having a dilemma. He wasn't completelly overtaken by Apollo's song, but he still felt like he wanted to help him, but also knew that he really shouldn't. But he wanted to... But he shouldn't... But he wanted to... But he shouldn't... ”Dammit!” Jupiter had had enough of this indecisiveness so he did what seemed to be the most reasonable choice of action. And that was to beat up both Apollo and Azriel. And so Jupiter opened one of his bags and bunch of magical marbles flew out. Half of them flew to hit Apollo and half to hit Azriel. The marbles were clumped together so it would be just one hit, but a very strong one at that. Still having no idea that there were new people in the room Azriel was completely caught of guard and got hit pretty hard by the marbles and fell face first on the floor. ”Who the hell did that?!” He seemed quite angry as he got up with a bleeding nose and was no longer covering his ears. ”Oh... You're back.” Azriel noticed Mark and the Renascence members. ”Who're these guys?” If Apollo were to still sing Azriel would be once again vulnerable to it. --- Even with everything happening in here Aether did not mind and was now munching on the sweets he had bought from the council cafeteria. Not only did he not care about what was going on in here, no one else seemed to care too much about him either, despite having come here as a member of the Oracion Seis. Even if that membership was short lived. Eventually however he did run in to someone who wanted to talk to him as Azaleya asked him a question about where the other Oracion members were. ”Hmm... I do not know. I haven't seen them in a while. They are still in here... Maybe...” Aether sounded very unsure when answering this, he really did not know anything about the other members' whereabouts. --- Noil was still not quite sure that if working with Astral would be the right decission for him, as Astral really did not explain what Oragion Seis actually was all about, but at least for now it would seem to work and did agree to his terms. After twelve long years he finally got a taste of freedom as he stepped outside of his cell. ”Wait. I need some new clothes.” Having said that Noil pulled out a needle out of somewhere and displayed his magic, Artisan's Touch. Using nothing but his fingers he cut pieces of cloth from the nearby guards that Astral had taken out earlier, as well as from his own prisoners' outfit and then he began to sew them together to create an entirely new set of clothes. His hands were so fast that no ordinary human could follow them it would be just a blur for the average eye. Noil was a true master tailor. It would come apparent when someone would gaze upon what he had created. In just a minute Noil had a brand new set of clothes with him. And it did not look like they were made out of scraps, but they looked brand new. In fact it would seem like it would be impossible to create such clothes from the materials Noil had used, that's how good of a tailor he was. Noil had created himself a pair of dark brown pants and a fancy looking red shirt, along with a long very dark green coat. The boots he had on were the same as he had had in the cell, but they did look to be in much better shape than before, almost as if they were new. ”Much better.” A tailor couldn't have been wearing such a dirty or cheap looking clothes. He had to look nice. Noil touched his face for a brief moment and then said: ”This has to go aswell.” True to his words Noil removed his own face using his magic and like with the set of clothes he used the taken out guards and their faces to construct himself an entirely new face. And soon enough he was done and now had a new face on himself, a youthful and a very handsome face and it looked completely natural, nothing like it had been tailored. The guards that had lost facial features for this got pieces of Noil's old face as replacements. ”I'm good. I'll come with you. Let's go.” --- Ever since discovering that the guild house had dissapeared Atre had decided to follow his guild members to Era. Or it would be wrong to say that he would follow them, he was there way before the party flying on the rock were, because of his magic. And thus he had been sitting there on a bench in front of the Magic Council building, feeling miserable as he waited. It was hard enough, but eventually things got even worse for Atre as bunch of prisoners ran in front of him, most notably one man from Congo. ”This town is just awful... This entire planet is... I'm done.” And so, only a few seconds before he could have met with his guild mates, Atre dissapeared from Era. Dofun might have been able to see him when he landed, though only for a second or so. Not only did Atre dissapear from Era. He dissapeared from the planet all together. And so a split second later Atre found himself standing on the moon, looking at the Earth in front of him. ”It's cold... I can't breathe... How horrible.”
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Post by newb23 on Mar 26, 2014 15:57:20 GMT -5
Ian grew even more frustrated at the fact that Mark seemed to ignore him as they flew. Before he could do anything though they were at the building and disembarking from their transportation. Ian looked around at all the chaos. He said nothing as Mark turned towards the group. To Ian it seemed as though he recognized him. Before Ian could say more Mark dashed out of the room.
Elrond made it clear that the choice was up to Ian and Lakin as to wether they choose to stay on the roof and help or follow Mark. Turning towards Lakin Ian smiled slightly. "Let's go Lakin." Ian went to move but noticed that Lakin wasn't following. Instead he seemed transfixed on the battle in front of him. "Lakin?"
"Have to help him. Need to help him." Lakin said as he stared in front of himself. Blinking Ian stared at Lakin for a moment before turning his back. "Alright help the guild master. I'm going after that bastard."
As Ian went to move he stopped for a moment. His head was filled with swirling thoughts. "Help...him. NO no wait you have to follow Mark. He can wait. But we must help. WE CAN HELP LATER!" Ian shook his head his anger clouding all other emotions at the moment and not allowing Apollo's song to truly take hold though it did cause Ian to hesitate at the door before he dashed through it and after Mark.
Lakin on the other hand was completely drawn in. Without hesitating Lakin summoned his bear companions. Glancing at Apollo Lakin smiled sweetly before turing his attention to those that were attacking him. "Attack." WIthout waiting for another command the bears flew forward, both charging forward at Azriel slashing their claws violently.
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Post by CJ on Mar 27, 2014 16:17:13 GMT -5
"I can't talk now, Elrond," Qi said rather authoritatively, glaring down from above. "I'm busy."
Suddenly, the building shook as Horse's humongous hands grasped the side of the opening of the roof. His giant foot came plummeting down from the sky. The summon was actually stepping into the room now, apparently going to squash Azriel right where he stood.
Horse was known to have trouble not hurting people on account of his size, but it seemed like he was deliberately trying to crush the angelic mage.
"I'm so sorry!" he bellowed. "Please dodge this!"
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What luck, well, aside from getting smacked with magic marbles. Just as it seemed the fight was over, these new mages appeared to fall under Apollo's spell. His face might have been ruined, but he would have the last laugh. Azriel would be defeated by the very people sent to help him. His magic didn't work on non-humans, but it seemed controlling a summoner was enough to get her summons to indirectly obey him as well.
The siren stood up and clutched his arm, battered and bruised from Jupiter's attack. His near translucent stared directly at Azriel. His long tongue licked his lips.
"You are pathetic and weak. Reeking of disappointment, your foul essence oozes from your pours. Shores of filth, mammoth trash could not compare to the mountain of your worthlessness. Accept your fate from these beings, my servants, my companions, my friends."
Horse's foot came crashing down. If all was successful, Azriel would give into the attack and die, crushed under the summon's foot then devoured by Lakin's bears.
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Monkey jumped and landed on the ground near Elrond. He clutched onto Qi, holding her back as she desperately tried to break his grip. She scowled, cried and even bit onto his jacket sleeve. She clearly wasn't thinking straight. The summon himself wasn't looking good either. Elrond likely hadn't seen him before, when he was known as the alias Janus, but he was looking quite like that now. His skin flaked as a deep rash formed on his one cheek. It seemed disobeying Qi was taking quite an effect on him.
"Let me go, Monkey!" she cried out. "Why aren't you obeying me like Horse? We have to help the beautiful man!"
"Qi's caught under the siren's spell," he explained to Elrond as he ignored her pleas. "Some of the other members are lulled in too and I don't think I'm going to be able to resist Qi's orders much longer. What are we supposed to do, Master Valdius?"
He quickly realized his mistake and looked away in embarrassment.
"I mean, Elrond. Sorry."
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It couldn't be. How! Things weren't going as expected.
"Oh no! Your companion is making the Lord of Ponies do very bad things. Would you call him your friend? What do these people mean to you?"
Eliza shifted in her seat. The child illusion wasn't very comfortable now that Horse was being used against the guild and council. She stuffed more ice cream in her mouth and gulped it uncomfortably. She looked up at Eliza and frowned.
"I could let you go back to them if you want. I wouldn't want you to go back but you totally could."
At this point, only Elrond would be able to see Eliza and Elly's outline, as though they were mere silhouettes.
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Post by crocoduck on Mar 29, 2014 11:58:36 GMT -5
OOC: I haven't posted in so long, figure i should split up my post. Part 1: The ease with which the clown reverted his form was just as impressive. That amount of control took Druid so much time to learn, that it wasn't even funny. It was, in fact, a little frustrating. But still... so amazing. He HAD to dissect this magic, it was truly the answer to so many of his burning questions.
Biting his lip with frustration, Druid ran through his inventory of items that were in his labcoat, wondering if any of them helped in this situation. He had that magic vial! If he could somehow extract raw magic from Dofun, he could contain it in there and study it later. But... he hadn't quite learned how to extract raw magic yet. He had the tools that were fabled to help with it, according to all his research, but he had not yet had a chance to use them.
Hm... he would just have to wait until they returned to the guild. Which meant he had to remain friends with these people for longer, which mea- NO, WHAT?
Druid sounded like a mother when he gave a slight uncharacteristic wail of pain and concern as he watched Dofun leap off the edge of the rock. Without the slightest hesitation, his body glowed green as he himself sprinted towards the edge of the platform, leaping into the air after Dofun. He let his magic percolate around his body, as the longer it took, the less energy it required.
Dofun was his savior, was his answer. He could not take his eyes off him for a moment, especially not when he was about to face criminals that may be about to kill him. He couldn't let it happen. He had to protect him!
Druid's body quickly and suddenly turned into that of a peregrine falcon, the speed with which he dropped through the sky now increased exponentially. His body was now significantly more aerodynamic, making up for the difference in who jumped off first. In a matter of seconds, Druid was approaching the ground, and likely being ignored by the currently distracted criminals.
With agility and a clear lack of care, Druid unfolded his wings, breaking suddenly while putting out his talons. The result being that before hitting the ground, his body was sent flying back and upwards, his talons raking across the face of the criminal behind him if they didn't move.
It was at this point that he saw Qi, and he had another mini-heart attack. Reflexively, he caww'd as he witnessed the mage summon two brand new creatures at the same time. With uncertainty, Druid flicked his attention back and forth from Dofun to Qi. Now both of them were headed towards danger, both of them were interesting and both of them had to be watched. Which one would he go with, though?
Dofun was immediately more interesting because of all the answers he brought. Qi, on the other hand, brought a whole new slew of questions that Druid had never before considered, AS WELL as a vehicle to answering those questions.
Completely unsure of what to do, the currently-falcon mage beat his powerful wings again, regaining his previous rhythm and moving to glide around the battlefield as he considered his options.
Ultimately, Dofun was more important. The answers his magic could provide would open doors to so many other things. However.. he seemed like he would be fine. These criminals didn't seem particularly dangerous, and Dofun's magic as well as his apparant physical prowess would be sufficient. Qi on the other hand, regardless of her strength, was heading somewhere that Druid did not know. He didn't know what challenges awaited her. There was a possibility that there would be no danger, but there was also the possibility that there'd be extreme danger.
Sigh a mental sigh, the falcon beat its wings and changed directions, darting after Qi, considerably far behind. He moved as quickly as he could, aiming to protect a person for the first time in his life. Although truly, he was protecting her magic.
Part 2: Druid's falcon body glowed green the entire way there, building up to return to normal upon entry to whatever it is Qi had just galloped into. GALLOPED. Druid was so incredibly anxious to examine these new creatures of he-
Holy. Shit.
Druid's body returned to normal self mid-flight as the falcon swooped into the room through the entrance previously made. The shock of what he saw caused him to forget he was holding his transformation magic, and he instantly returned to his form, slamming onto the ground roughly and gracelessly. But he didn't even notice the pain. He merely stared in awe at the creature before him.
Spider Thighs was so beautiful. Druid's jaw was quite visibly gaped open, staring with wonder and awe. He wanted to dissect it so bad. It was clearly an arachnid, a massive one. Yet at its mouth, it had what appeared to be a young child. A spider that ate children? A spider that ate anything solid? Well that was unheard of. Wait, no.... it wasn't eating the child, the child was fused! The outline between the two bodies wasn't an overlapping of a mouth with a food source, it was more connected than anything. It was part of the creature! Oh god, how absolutely fascinating. It was a magical spider of massive proportions. What could ti do? What does it want? How does it function? How intelligent is it? SO INTERESTING.
"Mind helping me out with this monster?"
It was only then that Druid remembered that things were happening around him. Help with the monster? What monster? The spider? They wanted him to KILL it? No. No! It had to be studied.
Feeling the familiar sense of accelerated intelligence that accompanied a situation where Druid felt a threat, his brain was working at the speeds he usually didn't bother going to. He looked around and factored in every variable, noticed every bit of damage and realized the predicament he was in. This beast was powerful, as were these other mages. This was a fight, a battle, and if he let things go, either somebody would kill the spider or the spider would kill everyone. Druid didn't particularly care about everybody, but if everybody was dead, he likely would be too.
So with a sigh, reaching the most rational conclusion, Druid nodded at the mage that called for his help, his body glowing green as he did so. He would need to find a way to incapacitate this spider without killing it. So all of a sudden, his magic activated and his body burst into a mess of confusion.
First were the dragonfly wings that sprouted out of his head instead of his back, as Druid had learned that Dragonfly wings work in such a way that they're more beneficial to him on his head. Next were his left hand's fingers, which instead transformed into Cassowary talons, stronger and harder than claws, but only good for piercing. His right hand turned into tiger claws, sharp and perfect for slashing. Then his legs which changed to the legs of a cheetah, a creature that wasn't much good for long range running, but made for incredible sprinting, which is what a battle would call for. His mouth changed into that of a hippo, but with its canine teeth replaced by those of a lion. His torso was now hard as a turtle's shell, and then all of a sudden, he completely disappeared.
The skin covering of every inch of his body was now made of octopus skin, capable of changing color to completely blend in with his environment. He was completely invisible now. This was one of his most complicated and powerful forms, although it was far from THE most powerful form he had concoted.
Surely, for any that were watching, this would have been a surprise. Up until now, Druid had only casually used his power and not once has he given off an air of danger or intimidation. Now, however, they were witnessing a rarely seen side of Druid. He was somebody with exceptional battle capabilities, but who rarely ever had a reason to fight. He had one now, and he was clearly going to go all out.
With the transformation complete, Druid moved closer very slowly. Spiders generally had no nose to smell, nor ears to hear. They did, however, have very sensitive sensory organs using the hair on their legs. His invisibility would be useless if he were to move quickly and produce sound, which is the same reason he didn't use his fly wings just yet. Instead, he inched slowly closer to the beast, waiting for it to do something.
OOC: Summary: Druid went after Dofun, 'cause he wanted to protect his very interesting magic research target. Then he noticed Qi, decided Dofun had more chance of survival and followed her. Saw spider thighs, fell in love, realized people were gonna kill each other. Transformed into hybrid-battle mode so he could take out ST before anybody could actually kill it, so he could study it.
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Post by Kuro on Mar 29, 2014 14:06:43 GMT -5
“…Oh. Now aren’t you a big boy?”
Dofun stared at the near-giant standing in front of him. When he introduced himself, Dofun bowed.
“And listen I shall! My name is Dofun Gofundo, and I do hope that we can put on quite the show toni –“
A large fist crashed into the where Dofun had been standing. The clown had rolled to the side and quickly jumped back onto his feet. “Oh, now that’s rather rude, isn’t it? And here I thought I would be blessed with the chance to play with a fellow performer. That’s why you look so silly, isn’t it? I mean, I enjoy a good costume or two, but come on. That hair, with those stripes? Not even fitting last season. Hmph. I suppose that some people just don’t know how to dress themselves in the morning.”
He stroked his hand across his hammer, and soon enough it was made as the same metal of the prisoner’s fist.
“Now, let’s see what this baby can do!”
He leapt at the prisoner while swinging his hamnmer all around, turning himself into a spinning top. A menacing one, that is. The most horrifying and dangerous spinning top ever. Yup. That was his attack. Fear him. Fear the spinning top. At that very moment, surely Dofun was the most terrifying being in all of the city.
The spider’s front two legs, reached forward and struck the ice swords with expert timing. It was now a test of strength between the spider and the mage as their “blades” locked together. The boy’s horrific, torn smile still remained, his small body swinging weakly in the air.
“oOoOoooohh...chEaTiNG”
Another beam of spiders shot out from its mouth, aimed directly at the mage not too far from it.
It had not yet cared about any of the newcomers yet, as they were not the ones trying to kill it. It kept them all in its sight of course, given its multitude of quickly-shifting eyes.
Wait.
One of the six eyes on the spider’s head froze in place, looking straight at the funny mix of creatures. A second after, the other eyes looked straight at him as well.
Unbeknowest to Spider Thighs, their sensory methods were really quite interesting. It was the sensory organs and the hair on the legs that allowed them to see what was going on around them. It was due to that system of sense that it could traverse the world, that it could get a hint of what was physically around it, of just what stone or water or air or flesh surrounded it. They noticed no immediate threat besides that of the ice man.
It was the eyes that saw magic.
They saw the magic in each and every one of the beings around it, Celestial Spirits included.
And at the moment, one source of magic had been inching closer and closer its way.
“ i sEe yOu"
It was a child’s voice that spoke the word, albeit a rather distorted and horrifically mangled one. No doubt from the damage done to the vocal cords, although it was a wonder as to how it could use the vocal cords in the first place. Perhaps it had to do with how the child was connected to the spider through its head?
Either way, it turned away from Jericho and lifted the child up with its two front legs. One moment, the newcomer had been looking at a boy and the next, he was looking at a gratuitious spray of silk coming his way, unless he were to dodge. The substance was shooting out of the anus, and the silk itself hardened almost instantly upon contact with any sort of ground or prey.
What a sight.
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Post by Hitotsumami on Mar 30, 2014 15:50:26 GMT -5
Astral Lance was really impressed with Noil's magical abilities. He cared not for the soldiers who Noil used to create his new appearance. He could understand how it might have felt to be trapped in a cell for so long.
Once Noil was ready, Astral Lance lead the way. "I must have taken a wrong turn," he said, heading up the stairs away from the prisons. They entered a long hallway. At the end of the hallway, one could still see some remaining prisoners barging towards the main exit.
Astral didn't go that way though. Instead, he took a second staircase that lead back down underground the Magical Council HQ. The staircase quickly changed from polished stone to rough and damp, and instead of lit by magical lamps, there were fire burning torches set on the walls. It appeared that people rarely journeyed this way.
Astral was starting to think he had gone the wrong way yet again, but eventually he reached an old oak door. Pushing the door opened, he grinned widely as a huge room filled with bookcases from floor the ceiling appeared. Desks with open scrolls and manuscripts littered the room.
"Beautiful," said Astral, stepping into the library.
"Halt!" called a guard. Though all the librarians and scholars had been evacuated, a few guards had remained. Astral shot a few of them with lightning, enough to send them to the ground, and guessed that Noil would do the same if he was confronted.
When the guards were out of the way, Astral walked to a bookcase and ran his hand along the books. "This is just the beginning. All of this, it is information for anyone to read. This is not what I want."
Examining the room, Astral Lance noticed a chimney. It wasn't functional, it was just there for decoration. Adorning the chimney were two large iron dragon heads. One of the dragon's eyes were rubies, and the other, diamonds. Astral lance plucked the eyes out and then placed them back in reverse order, but nothing happened. He then lifted both hands and shot lightning into each of the dragon's mouth, and applying magical power seemed to be the key.
The chimney sunk into the ground, opening a small passageway to a hidden room.
"Yes, yes!" said Astral, grinning. Entering into the hidden room, Astral had found what he had been looking for.
All around were rare artifacts and hidden manuscripts. Most were kept behind glass to protect them or in heavy, magical chests. If one had enough time, they would surely learn many secrets of the world in this record hall, secrets that even the current Magical Council would not know, secrets passed down for generations upon generations.
But still, with so much information, so much knowledge, where to start? Astral grabbed the nearest scroll, broke the seal, and began reading. He had made it this far. He wasn't going to give up yet.
"Keep the door guarded," said Astral to Noil. "Don't let anyone pass."
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Though Jericho's blades were blocked by Spider Thigh's legs, he had gained some very interesting information. Before he could attack again, however, the creature shot a torrent of small spiders in his direction again. Jericho hopped away until his back was against the wall.
He looked down at his one frozen leg. Inside were the tiny spiders. He wasn't sure if they were dead or not, but he couldn't risk thawing his leg if it meant the spiders inside his body would spread. Nevertheless, it was a huge handicap to fight on just one leg. That, and being as old as he was, he was already breathless.
Luckily, the mages of Renascence Mark had brought with him were already doing their thing. Druid transformed into parts of all kinds of dangerous beasts, but he sensed not negativity that he did from the spider creature. Once Druid vanished into thin air, however, Jericho smiled.
"Perhaps..." he muttered, sinking into his chair, "I can rest for a moment." Jericho closed his eyes, and anyone observing might think he had fallen asleep. Not what one might expect from the Magical Council Rank 3. However, sleep was the last thing on Jericho's mind.
He was preparing an attack, and with Druid keeping Spider Thighs busy, there was but only one enemy: Apollo.
Apollo, the one capable of bringing Mark down to his knees and obviously one Astral Lance trusted the most. This, he knew, was not only the Magical Council's greatest foe, but the Renascene's as well, for many of their mages had already fallen for the man's song.
He would have to stop Apollo if none other did, and thus, he closed his eyes and rested, and while doing so, prepared for what might be the final attack against the siren.
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Elrond scratched his chin as he watched Jupiter go after Azriel and Horse start stomping the man. He was certain that Azriel was one of the Magical Council members, and thus, someone they should be protecting, not fighting. To add to the confusion, even Lakin had summoned bears to attack the council member.
When Monkey jumped near him, holding tightly onto Qi, he started to realize what was going on.
He had heard Apollo's song, but, like Jericho, he held enough magical power for it to not fully affect him. One might wonder how it had so easily affected Mark, but that was due to Mark's emotions taking control of him, as they usually did. Those old and wise enough to not let their emotions take control, like Jericho, or those with magical reserves that almost instinctively protected against the tune, like Elrond, were affected minimally at best. And thus, he didn't realize that Apollo's song had affected so many people, even his own mages, until now.
"Well this is quite bad," said Elrond, glancing down at Qi and Monkey. "Druid is taking care of that spider, but this Apollo is strong... Sorry about this, Monkey."
Elrond waved a hand at Monkey and suddenly the ground beneath him and Qi grew around them, forming a type of cocoon that, if it worked, would prevent their movements. "Sorry to you too, Qi, but it looks like you can't fight this time."
Instead, Elrond decided that he would have to assist Azriel. First, he raised an arm and twisted the floor of the meeting hall, creating a shield that would hopefully prevent Horse from stomping on Azriel, at least for the time being. Dealing with Jupiter and Lakin, however, was another job altogether.
He knew he couldn't stop Jupiter and Lakin, but he did have a chance against Apollo.
"Try not to hurt them too much!" hes aid to Azriel, but he knew not if Azriel could even pay attention due to Apollo's song. Nevertheless, Erlond marched right up to the singing mage.
"Hello," said Elrond. "You're causing a lot of trouble here, especially for my guild mates. You'll need to stop that now." Elrond punched foward, straight for Apollo, as stone covered his fist. Of course, Elrond may have appeared immune to Apollo's magic, but he was not sure if Apollo had truly used his strongest abilities just yet.
Nevertheless, he charged forward with his punch.
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"You don't even know!?" complained Azealya Thorn to Aether. Of course, she didn't know the events that had happened prior. She still thought Aether was still a major part of the mission.
"Damn it, I'll find him myself!"
Azealya, still with Asmoday in her arms, left the cafeteria. She passed by a bunch of escaping prisoners, none of which paid her much attention. They seemed more concerned with their own freedom.
"Prisoners..." muttered Azealya. "Must be Astral's work! Following the trail the prisoners left behind, she reached two set's of staircases. One lead to the prisons, the other, she did not know.
"Well, I guess I should start somewhere." She started down the staircase when she heard a sound behind her. She turned, thinking it was one of the prisoners, but it was not. It was Mark.
"Mage of Renascence?" said Mark, stepping forward. "If that is truly what you are, what are you doing with one of your own fainted in your arms... Why did you not follow your Guild Master into battle in the meeting room...?"
Of course, Mark couldn't hear any answer Azealya gave, but he had figured it out on his own. "Oracion Seis!?"
"Oh, great," muttered Azealya. She slipped Asmoday out of her arms and onto the cold polished floor, then turned to face Mark. Thin red spikes began appearing through her skin. "I wasn't plannin' on going against Rank 1, but for Astral, I guess I don't have a choice."
Mark prepared for the battle, but he did not know he was being followed, and he wasn't sure what he would do if Ian suddenly appeared behind him. He wanted to speak with his brother, but there was just too much going on at the time. Too much...
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Batalie of the Congo grinned as his punch against Dofun connected and sent the clown flying. However, he cursed as Dofun quickly got back to his feet.
He watched closely as the clown's hammer began to change, and when Dofun went on his spinning attack, Batalie was ready.
He raised both his forearms in a X shape and his skin changed from the metallic color to a light blue. Dofun's attack his head on, but it was not enough to send Batalie to the ground. Instead, Batalie stood strong.
"You copied my magic, did you?" he said. "Took my steel fists and turned your hammer steel. Well, all I must do is change my fists to diamond, and it is stronger than your steel!"
He the punched at the spinning hammer with all his might in the direction opposite of the hammer's spin. With any hope, he'd hit the hammer with enough force to bash it in, or at least stop Dofun's spinning for enough time to deliver another punch to his face.
The prisoners all around continued to cheer for their hero.
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Post by Mise™ on Mar 31, 2014 11:55:55 GMT -5
Noil followed Astral along the halls of the magic council headquarters and was a bit disappointed in the fact that Astral seamed to get lost in the building despite the fact that he had been a councilman just a few months ago. Eventually the two of them did find their way to the council basement where they apparently were supposed to go. Noil did nothing as a few measly guards tried to fight back, because Astral took them all out by himself in a matter of seconds and thus Noil saw no reason to fight. Only if he would notice some of the guards still being conscious would he kick them so that they could not raise an alarm. Once inside the library Noil looked around the bookshelves and he noticed many books that he had already read. One of the few things the prisoners were allowed to do was to loan some of these publicly available books and since there was not much else to do Noil along with many other prisoners did read a lot. Noil said nothing as Astral told him to watch over the door, but did seem to comply as he left the library only to return back in a couple of minutes. ”I moved the door. It will now lead nowhere and we are walled in. I can open a path to us when we're done. For someone to enter here they would not only have to know where the door used to be, but also break down the wall, which would make a lot of noise and give us plenty of time to react.” True enough the door leading to the library had been moved and would now lead to somewhere else, most likely nowhere unless there were other rooms here in the basement and the door had been replaced with more wall. It was also impossible to tell that the wall and the door had been tampered with just by looking. It might not have been what Astral told him to do, but Noil thought that this was a much better plan. Now entering the hidden part of library Noil looked around at all the scrolls, books and artifacts stored in there looking for something to read while Astral looked for whatever he was after. The one book that caught his attention was a book that contained information on every mage in the country or at least those that have been one way or another been recognized by the council. This book was a database that dates all the way back to the founding days of the council when one of it's members conjured the book so that the council could keep a better track of all the mages in Fiore. Needless to say the book was magical; it was much lighter and smaller than one would expect from something containing that much information and by saying a name one could search through it's pages. ”Jauquard, Noil.” To test the book and to find out what the council had written about himself Noil searched for his own name and after a second the book began to flip through it's pages rapidly eventually revealing that there was only one person that had that name in the book and that was the man now reading the book himself. On the book there were basic information on him such as 'Gender: Male, Age: 39, Magic: Artisan's touch,' etc. Other than that it also listed him as a criminal and showed both his past and current magic guilds, which there were none, it also listed all the official jobs he had taken and how many he had completed of them; for Noil that was 0 taken and 0 completed as he had been a tailor not a mage. There was also a photo of him and in that photo Noil looked nothing like he did right now since he got a new tailor made face for himself. Other than that Noil's entry was fairly empty. It stated that he had been working for the king as the court tailor and was listed in here due to using his magic in his trade. It also mentioned he was arrested for theft for 30 years. Some other entries were a lot longer, some even going on for several pages, but about Noil Jauquard the council hadn't written a whole lot. ”Hmm... It does work.” There was one another person Noil wanted to check out, to see what the council had written on them. ”Lance, Astral.” Noil was sure that there would be something about Astral in this book, with him having been part of the council and all and he was curious to know exactly what kind of man he was now working with as he was still unsure about all this. --- With it's beautiful, magic detecting eyes Spider Thighs might notice just how magical Jupiter was, his magic reserves were massive and made even people like Magic Council members look puny in comparison. Jupiter had roughly as much magic as 20 average mages combined and thus he could virtually never run out of it. There was one person who easily dwarfed even Jupiter here in the magic council, however and that was was Aether, who was nothing but magic. You could not get any more magical than that. --- Azriel got clawed by some bears and if it weren't for Elrond he would have been squished by a gigantic horse-man-thing, but he did not seem to care too much about all the damage his body sustained and did not even try to defend himself a whole lot, he might lose consciousness eventually, big deal, it would be an improvement over what it was now. He was a punching bag, one anyone would be free to use. As before Azriel had fallen under Apollo's spell and was so depressed that he could not do anything again. He had broken out of the spell previously and might be able to do it again, but it would take at least a while. ”How horrible.” Jupiter was standing in front of Azriel thinking whether he should punch him or not. He wanted to, really bad, but he still knew he shouldn't, despite how pathetic Azriel might have been he was still supposedly on their side. A couple of times Jupiter tried to punch Azriel, but then pulled back in time before hitting him. ”Dammit!” Meanwhile Jupiter was also fighting with Apollo even though he had his back turned on him and did not really watch what was going on there. Regardless shortly after Elrond's attempt at punching him, bunch of Jupiter's marbles began to orbit around Apollo and a few seconds later they would begin to pummel him.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 31, 2014 15:17:38 GMT -5
Through all the madness that was going on, Elly was surprised to spot out Azealya suddenly arriving and running off with someone in tow. There wasn't much she could do here she figured, what with seemingly a whole magic guild showing up, but maybe she could better figure out what was going on from Azealya herself.
"I could let you go back to them if you want. I wouldn't want you to go back but you totally could."
"Actually I would like that, if you please. I just saw a friend go by, and I wanted to talk to her."
At any point Elly noted the very real possibility that she could actually just walk away from here rather than being let go, and at least some benefit of her powers meant that no one could ever deny her freedom. She didn't want to be rude to Eliza however, whom had helped her out a great deal, and had altogether been rather nice to her.
So she figured she'd ask first, at least.
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