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Subject Post 21Subject: Re: The Final Bastion's Defense [MADNESS CAPITAL: DEAD RISING] Sun Nov 24, 2019 5:43 pm
The Wandering Genin
Killing zombies was great, not only can she get good target practice with her earth manipulation but also see the full capabilities of multi-tasking as with her clone, she looked over to her clone seeing that it was busy as well defending whatever zombies may be climbing over the walls. Only to be yanked over with great speed, curiously she looked up to see that it was Arianda, her gauntlet changing to a hand as she looked deep into her eyes. Telling her to be safe so Henrex can see her daughter in one piece to which she responded with a simple nod.
Yeah. Yoriko said smiling before watching her aunt move back into the action of killing the undead not only before she stopped to briefly to Sylvia, she didn’t know what they were talking about but it didn’t matter. She had to not only keep herself safe for Henrex’s sake besides if Henrex found out she perished in the wake of all this...the pain and traumatizing he’d experience would be through the roof.
But she calmed herself down and created another clone to assist the other one, though it required a bit more energy to use but it was worth it in the end if one clone vanished another one would take its place to assist.
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Subject Post 22Subject: Re: The Final Bastion's Defense [MADNESS CAPITAL: DEAD RISING] Tue Nov 26, 2019 12:01 pm
The creatures were being stopped, attacked, ripped apart, and bodily flung in all directions. As Sylvia's strands pressed and pushed against the corpses, they shambled and knocked into one another, making it difficult at times for her to get a solid hold around them. She would likely be drained as a result of what she had done, the focus it required…
Too hard. But you can do it. You just have to… give in.
The woman's mind, at the peak of its strain, came under assault by the Madness that surrounded the building. Like alcohol pumping through the veins of a someone who had drunk three or four too many; the strain of her attack emboldening the presence of the Maddening influence. Tick. Tock. Before her eyes, she would see a vision; but exactly what it was her eyes beheld in that maddened state… would depend entirely on what she tried to ignore, tried to hold back from, tried to shove away and push down from her thoughts.
A Nightmare she did not like thinking of.
She had managed to defend the highest level of the Bastion from its assailants… but was the stress it had inflicted worth the terrible price that the woman was about to pay?
Meanwhile, the Demoness of Conflict continued her rampage, further increasing the size of the hole. The pit's width increased exponentially, along with the number of corpses inside of it. Look at them. How helpless they are. You could carve them up. They have nowhere to run… The Madness continued to pick at Arianda, even through the veil she wore. She could feel the sensations it gave off growing stronger again; the effect compounding the longer she spent in this place. Why do you fear losing control again…? Isn't that when the world makes the msot sense? When you don't have to defend yourself, act like you're something you're not… Isn't that all [i]just a lie?
The feelings pounded at Arianda's head as she worried about the scarf being taken, about Yoriko, about the situation in general. The stress of it all ganwed at her psyche, and the Madness poked and prodded at the cracks. Like a sense of dread, it was trying to get across a single feeling: Arianda's sanity being lost was simply inevitable.
Meanwhile, the man known as Okuda had managed to cut his way through the Horde, enabling him to reach the barrier. He would experience a feeling of refreshment from entering it, the whispers and demands that had assailed his mind like a blunt weapon departing, giving him time to think. Of course, the first thing he would come across once he crossed that threshold were the zombies who had been trapped in the ever-expanding pit. The corpses clawed and grabbed out at him; but there were relatively few who could move well enough to menace the Vizard. Where he went next was up to him; perhaps he would deal with the set of zombies who were trying to replace their comrades that the Quincy had just disposed of?
As the Shinigami created her clone, something peculiar happened. You could kill them all. A whisper, a simple one. Yoriko would feel compelled to look down at the pit. Where the writhing mass of Zombies were. She might have been moved out of harm's way, to safety… You don't need to be protected. You don't have to rely just on him. Show them… The compulsion was simple, and direct; give into a bit of the madness surrounding her. Just a little bit…
Descend upon that hole, fill it with her ability to manipulate earth, kill dozens of those shambling corpses at once, where they would have nowhere to run…
The Defenders have managed to successfully divert the zombie horde. Less than half of them remain, and in that half, a decent number have been subdued. And yet, the Madness surrounding them has yet to yield. Will one of them succumb to its influence? Will they be able to hold out to their goal…?
The two shinigami had made it to safety; Yoriko was deposited on the rooftop behind her, as she continued her assault on the horde below. However, Sylvia knew she was pushing herself too far. Using such magnitudes of her power would come at a price, though one she was weighing heavily in her mind as the others present continued to do little to stop the march of undead.
Then her breath caught in her throat. The madness had found something to latch on to, and her golden eyes widened as far as they would go. Her hands shook, and her seele schneider fell still amidst the horde.
"Nein," she uttered underneath her breath. "Nein, nein, nein." Though she hadn't sensed any of the creatures approach, or the opening of a garganta, there it was. A beast of ravenous hunger. Of destruction incarnate. A Hollow.
She screamed, loudly. Rage and pain, anger as deep as she had ever felt filled her. Memories of that day played through her mind on repeat, and she recalled all five of her reishi weapons back to her hands. They were returned quickly to the strap hidden underneath her coat, and her free hand shot to the glove on her left.
The massive surge of power to follow was unmistakable to anyone with a sixth sense. While her leiden hant drifted slowly to the ground, the winds in the area died suddenly for just a moment. Then, they rose drastically, and rushed upwards, drowning out the roar of the horde with the force of a hurricane. The air filled with light; reishi drawn in such heavy amount that it was becoming visible within the sky.
Lightning flashed, and thunder cracked. The sky above grew dark with the gathering storm. Even the stranger's seal that'd been left within the lobby of the building was being affected, picked apart and cannibalized by the quincy's latent and unleashed abilities. Even the cloth given to the aiding demon was not spared this wrath.
Sylvia herself seemed as though to float in the air where she'd previously stood. Her himmlischer anzug had been torn apart and rebuilt by the force of so much reishi, and now resembled a long dress more than it did the coat from before. A long, white and gold staff appeared in her left hand, with an ornate partial circle enclosing around her hand.
For the first few moments, her eyes remained fixated on the place where the monster had stood. However, as her most potent abilities were allowed to run rampant, something else filled her. The power left behind by the stranger settled her mind, and a hint of blue colored the air around her. The hollow had disappeared, and realization hit her.
She could use this gift.
"Quincy: Letzt Stil!" Sylvia shouted with a voice carried by the winds, as her power bent to her whim. The golden dome of light dimmed on the ground, then vanished as the design of the heavenly sealed took shape in the air behind her, as though the wings of an angel. In her free hand, a wide-brimmed hat appeared, then placed atop her head as the winds blew her hair free of its braid.
"Wetterhexe!" The wings of heavenly power behind her lit up with golden light as she pushed her power back outward, filling the area around them with the same magic that the stranger had placed within the building's lobby, and within herself.
Reinvigorated by the gift, Sylvia brought the staff in front of her, and drew back from its middle with her other hand. Like any other bow, this act created a bolt with which to strike down her foes, but one that crackled and hummed as lightning. She released her blitz pfeil, and it leapt through the air at far greater speeds than before until it found its target: the undead nearly on the stairs again.
The bolt sank into the lead zombie's flesh, which then exploded with gale force winds that pushed back against the horde behind it.
Flying on the winds themselves, Sylvia sped around the courtyard of the building, loosing arrow after arrow into the zombies; bolts that tore them limb from limb upon impact. Not only were her bolts stronger than before, but she was faster to fire them, as even the most misfired missile turned, jumped and found its target with ease. When anything not living got near the stairs again, another bolt would release a torrent of wind to blow it backwards.
And in the skies above, the clouds only darkened more and more with the massive quantity of reishi being gathered and stored. The light from her wings pushed back the maddening miasma. She hadn't needed to be better, or to prove herself.
She had to be a hero.
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Subject Post 24Subject: Re: The Final Bastion's Defense [MADNESS CAPITAL: DEAD RISING] Fri Nov 29, 2019 2:53 am
It only took an instant. Just one simple moment as Arianda's fortitude was broken by the sensations, feelings, words, that echoed through her mind. It was like a gunshot had deafened Ari for those brief moments as she crumpled to her knees suddenly; grasping at her head in that instant when her protection had been absorbed by Sylvia. It was like when Amphilogiai was out of control inside of her mind. Ari heard voices screaming for this and that. They wanted blood. They wanted to be let free. They WANTED to destroy everything in this area; to wreak complete, and utter, conflict and chaos. She felt such potent madness rising in her being. That madness, that insanity, that pure and sheer utter conflict that tried to tear at her ego; the voices ringing out for their want in ANNIHILATION.
She felt it like a hot knife was being buried into her; it was extraordinarily painful. The more baleful aspects of her energy, the more chaotic related, bled out of her being like it was trying to infect her and everything else. However, during this moment Arianda heard a voice; one that only she could hear at this exact point in time.
"Dammit Ari, you think you would know my voice by now! Such a trick really shouldn't fool you by now, hm~?"
The voice was one Ari did indeed know. It was, simply put, the child of Eris that was part of Ari now. The one who shared her powers with Ari and existed in her being; Amphilogiai. However, she did not expect her to look so much like, well, herself! Or, at least, akin to some of Ari's forms. Regardless of that, the demon could only stare as, Amphilogiai; walked out from behind Ari out of nothing. However, she had not appeared as a vision. No, she was corporeal; real like the concrete building below the demon. However, what didn't seem real was how her black hair would occasionally shimmer with blues, greens, reds, and a vast majority of colors that are not normally found in black hair. Not to mention, she did not look too amused despite her cute features. The reason for this became painfully clear when she walked next to Ari and slammed her fist into the back of Ari's head. Which, well, didn't do a whole lot except cause Ari to fall face first into the ground, get forced out of her release, and stop exuding that baleful energy.
Ari had to look up at Amphilogiai after recovering, seeing Sylvia struggle with something before she noticed some form of, well... release as the woman gained some sort of control; and she even increased the radius of Henrex's blessing. It at least allowed Ari to breathe a bit easier than before. She stared up at Amphilogiai, not entirely believing what she saw while staring at the woman who had been a part of her for a good few years now; but no words came to the demon. Instead, Amphilogiai was the one who spoke as she yanked Ari up to her feet and poked her nose quite hard.
"Listen up Vael! Stop trying to resist that madness and resist it! I'm the child of pure chaos, and you're the one who tried to help dear old mom not be a huge bitch! Welp, that didn't work, but you should be stronger than this! Pull up your skirt, brace your mind, and take up your weapon!"
Amphilogiai put her hands on Ari's shoulders and shook her a little bit. Clearly, she wanted to make sure her point was across.
"Ari... You can't give in to something as simple as this; not when you have those to help you. Like Sylvia, and even Yoriko; and especially me. After all, we need each other~"
The little demon with brilliantly blue eyes grinned before she started to fade; fading back into Ari before the demon was completely gone from that corporeal form. Even the form was gone as well. Arianda let out a soft groan as she rubbed the back of her head; looking at her surroundings before standing and growling under her breath.
She was not going to let this shit take her.
In a sudden burst of movement, Arianda dashed up into the air, her form becoming obscured by the growing storm; the lightning blurring her silhouette in light as the demon seemed to have changed forms. From the slight amount of details that could be gleamed, she seemed to have become at least a little bit more mature, had grown horns that extended past the top of her head, and she had an outfit change to boot. However, what probably was most alarming was how Arianda's right hand was raised; as if attempting to catch lightning. However, this was not her goal.
After that pep-talk from Amphilogiai, Arianda had resigned herself to use something she had only attempted once before while induced into madness by Mana; something she had only held onto as theory. However, she was putting it into some form of test as Arianda suddenly had a spear in her hand; made completely from her energy. However, that spear quickly grew to be the size of Ari to being roughly quadruple her size. Not to mention, the spear crackled with energy as Arianda let out a yell; throwing the spear into the depths of the horde. She threw the spear far enough away, from the building her allies were near, that it was supposed to basically incinerate most everything within about the range of a mountain; completely obliterating zombie and building alike. However, when Arianda slowly fell from her temporary perch in the clouds; she was back to her normal form.
The demon glided back down to the building as she soon directed her gaze towards the hole in the ground she had created. She growled again, stomping her foot; causing the chasm to grow in size briefly. However, she soon slammed it shut on top of the zombies she had imprisoned there; crushing them to powder with that action. However, Ari's brow was garnered with a bit of sweat; showing some sign of her own exhaustion. She flicked that sweat away from herself and grabbed her scissors; turning them into a scythe that also happened to be a rifle. She grabbed the weapon, turning it into the scythe form; using the blade as a monopod as she shot into the horde with bullets made from her own energy. This way, Arianda was doing her best to hold back demons without going down onto the ground. Not to mention, she was no longer relying on a release for the potent destructive power. She was saving that for something later if she needed to. However, right now Ari was just trying to make sure everyone she knew came out safe. She couldn't bear it if she lost anyone in this conflict. Ari may be no hero, but she sure as shit was going to try and do good.