September Event: Burning Alive

[lifeaftr_mods]

SEPTEMBER EVENT: BURNING ALIVE

Who: Everyone!
What: HOLY SHIT A FUCKING DRAGON
When: September 12th to September 19th
Where: Both Nastrandir and Ensō!
Warnings: Violence, potential injury by fire, potential character death. If anything else comes up, tag as you go!

Now I'm Ready for War
If you don't see the calamity, you'll probably hear it - the furious roars of an enraged, hungry beast, paired with the loud crash of waves as a great deal of water shifts, all at once.

If you're on Nastrandir, you'll have a massive, three-headed, fire-breathing dragon to contend with, as well as its watery counterpart. Either focus on staying alive or take the fight to the creature directly. If you choose the latter option, bear in mind that the massive water-serpent will be dispensing weapons for your use, and that these weapons will be the most effective against the beast's scaly hide. You have full mod permission to injure Ahidalga in whatever way is feasible for your character. We won't be policing anyone's participation in this fight! If it's plausible for your character to help the water-serpent in putting this beast down, you have our full blessing! If you're on Ensō, your task is a little less direct. Your job entails putting out fires and fighting Ahidalga's smaller (but no less vicious) brood. You will be receiving help from the Storyteller's paper birds, and those who wish to stick to their temple for safety are free to do so. Bear in mind that it is the weapons shed from the water-serpent that will be most effective against these smaller, draconian critters.

The days that follow, and the actions you take, will decide whether Nastrandir will be saved...or whether you're willing to let it, and all the history it carries, burn in the fire.

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In the meantime, the following links may prove handy:

[ ♆ ] OOC Event Info and Plotting Post
[ ♆ ] Nastrandir's Island Intro
[ ♆ ] Nastrandir's Locations Page

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] September 12th: Ahidalga appears, and their offspring begin ravaging the islands
[ ♆ ] September 19th: Either Nastrandir crumbles beneath the strain or Ahidalga is slain
[ ♆ ] September 20th: Monthly Storytelling occurs; characters who have died are revived in time to participate
[ ♆ ] September 24th: A new NPC makes contact with the islanders

LOGS ● OOC ● STORIES ● MAIN NAVIGATION

( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )

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Keith Kogane | OTA

[thermalwind]

The path that we walk (12th)

[He had been there for finding the orb that did so much damage and caused so much pain. Rationally he knows it isn't his fault but after losing so much being there when yet another tragedy began something frayed in his head.

Something snaps deep inside him when a deafening roar signals the start of another conflict. Conflict is simple, it's black and white without the complexities of civilian life. The shock is replaced with a focused intensity as he quietly tells people to find cover. He signals to Ember and his wolf, both of them melt away back the way they came.

He had been mostly quiet, his eyes almost dull. Now they burn as he studies the two beasts locked in combat and his inhumanity is on display for all to see. His eyes track the fighting and he looks at anyone nearby.]

Now we know why there was all that fire damage but only in set areas. ...We'll figure out the rest. See what is coming off the other dragon?

[He points to the weapons falling down like rain.] We need to act fast. We trust this or not? I'll be with you if you go for it.

Is lost in the flood (15th)

[It's a moment of respite. Keith sits tucked safely in a small spot with the watery sword resting on his lap. His Marmora mask is down, but the cowl over his head is up. Only the lower half of his face is visible. A small fire burns before him. While he is taking a rest he decided to make food for anyone who decides to take a break from the fighting.

When someone approaches his head comes up and his eyes are visible. He whistles and the bird creating the flames chirps from within the flames. Keith pulls his hood back and sets aside the sword. He reaches for his pack.]

Food or do you need patched up? Take a break if you need it. This spot is safe for now.

Their wages of blood (all days)

[Killing is remarkably easy. He doesn't think about it as he charges across the battlefield, twisting away from dragon claws. He swipes his sword right to left opening a cut in the beast. The moment there was a threat to everyone his mind stopped thinking about anything but kill to protect. They ceased being sentient beings and just became enemies.

All it takes for him is to think about how the people fighting around him had been brainwashed into killing each other. It makes it easier yet to kill.

He spins away from another strike and strikes back. The sword that had fallen from the watery dragon is effective. Keith uses it without pausing to consider it might mess with his mind.

He'd deal with that if it comes to it. If only needs help he is there, cutting a path through foes and offering cover. If you need to retreat a massive blue wolf appears and Keith sighs, joining them.] Go with him. He'll get you somewhere safe.

do we cast out tomorrow (17th) (cw: mentions of fire damage)

[He had gotten hurt. It's fine but it isn't at the same time. Keith sits shirtless with his hair tied up and clipped up out of the way of his back. A dragon had clawed up the back of his shoulder pretty bad. It's made worse by the fire that had followed. His wolf had gotten him to the water pretty quickly but the damage is done.

Keith traces it with his fingers while gritting his teeth. He's reminded faintly of the temple trial. He has burn scars on his right wrist from that.] At least it's my left side this time.

[A smile graces his face. It's been a while since he did that. He reaches for what's left of a medkit he has left to deal with the damage.]

Wildcard

[Got another idea? Pm me and I'll make a custom toplevel for it!]

12

[forwearemany]

(Legion is calm. They are also armed, though their weapons-even the terrifyingly powerful widow-are useless in this scenario.

Keith, to them, is a competent leader and someone worth trusting, and so naturally when it becomes clear they must fight they migrate to his side.

...When he speaks, they glance at their recently repaired foot.)

Uncertain.

(The water damaged them. Given their waterproofing, they can't help but feel that might have been deliberate. However, Keith wishes to try.)

Irrelevant: it appears to be the sole option available.

Care for a medic? (17th)

[triggerhappytraitor]

[[There's a small bark as a small husky puppy first looks back to where his partner is following close behind him, before scrambling over to where Keith is, looking up and tilting his head in worried concern up at Keith's injury.

Tachibana will give a small nod of acknowledgement if Keith looks over. Keith looked... familiar. Someone he'd seen back in Liminal? Likely. But also not likely the same one, all things considered. Either way, what was more important was that injury.]]

How bad is the damage?

[[There's not much to his appearance that suggests he's a medic -- the pockets of his very beat up jacket do have some supplies in them, but it's not especially evident with how it seems to be a size too big on him. But it's clear he's looking at the injury with an analytical eye, as well as concern.]]

12th

[deathfindsaway]

[It's a struggle for him to not just scream into his hands out here. This was supposed to be-- simple. Just information gathering! AND NOW THERE'S A DRAGON. He's calling off all expeditions forever, this island is banned and he hates it. At least they're a bit back now, time to catch their breath as they figure out a plan of action.

Or you know, if you're Kravitz, gripe about it for a bit first.]

This is absolutely ridiculous. How did we not-- how did the sirens not rouse this thing?? This place expects me to believe that the noise created by those shrieking metal beasts wasn't enough, but somehow, we could be--

[He takes a steadying breath, just trying to compose himself.]

We certainly can't just sit there. But I don't know if I trust it's weaponry.

tim wright | ota

[postictal]

i. nastrandir ; run away from the pain while pretending that i don't care

[So this was an awesome thing to have happen. Poking around, trekking through new territory, and what do they find?]

[They find a motherfucking dragon. A big one. Which, you know. Of course they do. Figures. The first time he goes exploring on this place, he almost gets crushed by a rockslide. The second time, he nearly gets flame-broiled by a three-headed dragon as it comes erupting from its nest.]

[So now Tim's running, mostly. Running as far and as fast as he can to the mana pool, which isn't proving very easy. Chunks of magma and rock keep hailing from the sky, and a scorching line of flames shoots up in front of him, sending him scrambling backwards.]

Shit - shit - shit - shit -

[He scrambles back to his feet and keeps moving. But if he sees someone who looks like they might need help, he'll change course in an instant to reach them.]

ii. ensō ; there's smoke in the sky again

[The fires aren't crawling close enough to Denny to start generating genuine panic on Tim's part - yet - but he's definitely not happy about the potential inferno. He's lucky that the place is situated near a lake.]

If there's anything important in the library, we should probably think about getting it out, [he says to whoever's nearest.] Move it to the temple, I dunno, anywhere.

[But for his part? He's not leaving Denny.]

[He worked hard to set this place down. Like hell he's watching it go down in flames.]

iii. ensō ; the kids don't stand a chance

[Once Denny is reasonably secure, he starts moving in an increasing radius around it. He grabs hold of a watery trident purely because nothing else seems to be doing anything against the mini-dragons scurrying all over the island, and starts setting to work on the things.]

[He's not, objectively, very good at fighting. Tim's tactics for most combat situations largely involve setting shit on fire and hoping that it does something. For reasons that should be obvious, that's not gonna be of much help here.]

[Doesn't mean he's not willing to try, regardless. Mostly, he's focused on getting these dragon things off the backs of whoever might be menaced by them with a stab or a throw of his new trident.]

Hey!

[A shout to get the fiery thing's attention, followed by Tim stabbing forward with his trident, aiming for the dragon's eyes.]

iv. wildcard ; old man trouble back again

[Got any other ideas? Hit me at arrpee, or zero#8942 on discord! Tim will mostly be on Ensō, but he'll also be on Nastrandir if time allows. I will match prose or brackets!]

ii

[vagabone]

[Damn right, save the Denny. It's the only hangout they've got. He's pretty fast for a guy with a wonky leg. Here he comes, weirdly enthused.]

Oh! Tim! Check this out!

[He holds out both hands, fingers spread wide and... water blasts from his palms like he's become a firehose. Because Tim's day needed to be that much more bizarre, right?? He lets it spray for a moment, then cuts it off. Who knows how long it'll last.]

Pretty cool, huh?

the drifter | ota

[hyperlit]

i. nastrandir ; ahidalga ; only time keeps me from the demiurge

[A weapon of a god fell from the sky - a sword, not of hard light, but of a strange and liquid composition. It smells of salt and seawater. It feels strange in their grip.]

[Still. When a god gives you a weapon, it is recommended that you use it.]

[When a massive, earth-shattering abomination rears three heads and starts tearing apart the world beneath your feet, the only logical solution the Drifter has to that is to get up and fight back. It doesn't occur to them not to.]

[The heavy, dragging, scaly tail is the first place to start. It lashes with enough force to topple trees and crush rocks. It marks a decent place to begin to attempt to climb the beast, which is precisely what the Drifter intends to do.]

[With a water-blade in hand, outfitted with their feathery, cyan cloak from Maati, the Drifter braces themself for the right moment - before dashing forward, shooting up the tip of the dragon's tail, and without any hesitation whatsoever, beginning to climb it, step for step. At times, they must sink their god-given blade into its hardened scales to keep the creature's jostling from sending them tumbling back to earth, but they don't fall.]

[They're determined to make it to one of its heads.]

ii. nastrandir ; small fry ; we have always been the scourge

[When they're not picking a fight with a creature several times more massive than even the largest of the enemies that the Drifter encountered in Buried Time, they're busy picking fights with other, smaller foes. Fortunately, they seem to be having more success in this area.]

[One of the spawn of Ahidalga is currently menacing them with a snap of its jaws, trying to take a bite from their shoulder. The Drifter skates backward with a blur of indigo, then bolts at it from the side to leave a long, bleeding slash down one of its scaly flanks.]

[The miniature dragon snarls its pain and outrage, and lunges at them again.]

[The Drifter, however, is used to dodging enemies more powerful than they. They can do this dance for as long as they must. Assuming that their lungs don't start hitching in their chest, and they end up vomiting blood all over the middle of the battlefield at a terribly inconvenient moment.]

[This is, as it happens, extremely possible.]

iii. wildcard ; my self cannot get out of being pulled into the earth

[If you have any other ideas you wanna pitch to me, hit me up at arrpee or zero#8942 on discord. The Drifter is going to primarily be on Nastrandir, if you can think of a reason for them to stop by Ensō, we can work something out. I will match prose or brackets!]

i!

[lesbeau]

[For as different as they are, she and the Drifter look incredibly similar now. Beau is also outfitted in the cyan cape, not bringing her full vestments of the Cobalt Soul but with enough blue to still be recognizable. Her normal staff is still slung over her back, but a new weapon is in her hand-- a trident, glowing blue and charged.

Frankly, she has no idea what to do with a literal dragon. But Beau is damn good at being bait, and then getting out of the way. So when she sees the beast trying to throw Drifter, she cups her hands around her mouth and yells.]

Hey! Scales-for-brains! You got bigger problems!

[And she darts off to jab her trident into one of the feet, trying to keep it's focus forward instead of back.]

Bucky Barnes | OTA

[semistableman]

I
It’s not even close to the first time Bucky has been involved in such a disaster. Not so long ago, he’d been making a habit of moving often, never staying in the same place for more than a couple of months at most. Romania had been where he’d been able to settle the most, speaking the language as well as a native.

So, his small (now shared) hut in Enso? It’s the closet thing he’s had to a permanent home. It’s been dry so long as he keeps the roof maintained, and Petunia’s companionship had done a lot for him before Steve’s arrival.

He’s already outside by the time the fires start, already putting the (thankfully small) fire out on the hut. “What the hell happened?!”

II
A dragon. A goddamn dragon. He’s not so sure why he’s surprised, at this point, but he’s already headed for the nearest mana pool, left shoulder rolling loudly as it powers up. Petunia is safe, for the moment, and while he doesn’t exactly have a weapon, Bucky isn’t the sort of person to turn down people in need, even if it is one of many islands he hasn’t exactly been thrilled about.

“You ever fought a dragon before?” Anyone who is similarly ready to arrive Nastrandir might notice that Bucky actually looks reasonably calm.

He’s a little too used to battle, that’s all.

III
Now faced with the sheer size of the dragon, it doesn’t seem like the greatest idea to take a harpoon from some water spirit. Why can’t he have a gun?

Still, he keeps the weapon ready. “I wonder if it’s got a weak spot under its belly, too.”

ii

[scourgingstars]

"We don't quite have dragons as such, just dragon-like creatures--wyverns, jabberwock, jormungandr, things like that."

Ardyn looked downright chipper, trident leaned against his shoulder casually.

"But you could say that I've always wanted to."

II.

[ideismo]

[Bucky and Alexei tend to have similar priorities; he'd made sure the lorbies are okay for now, and once the furry little noncombatants are put somewhere secure, then...well, off to war it is, really. He's got Dein Nomos with him for now, because fighting a giant fuckoff dragon with a sword sounds like a great ideea.]

A proper one? Once, not long ago.

Ignis Scientia | OTA

[shatteredlenses]

A.) Enso, Islet 1/Farming Islet 9-12: When gods are failing; they put all heaven in a rage

[When things go to hell--in a way that is much more literal than anyone would like--Ignis is tending to his garden on Islet 1. Honestly, after being caked in mud, and then later, dropped from a height much greater than he ever wanted, he'd been done with the whole island. The others could discover what there was to discover. It was obviously no place for a blind man no matter how well he had adjusted to that blindness.

That all changes in an instant, though. Suddenly, everything they have spend years building is at risk. Plants and animals they can't replace because the islands are gone, homes and land they fought tooth and nail to gain. None of it can stand against flame and the beasts that bring it. It takes him most of the day to safeguard what he can should the worst happen both at the cottage and on the farming islet, then he shoulders his backpack and makes for Nastrandir with Leo on his heels.

He's told Ardyn for a while now they were going to find some way to defeat Bahamut. It looks like it's time to get some dragon slaying practice.]

B.) Nastrandir, 9-13 on: Our tears keep falling; they're setting fire to the flame

[Ignis isn't foolish enough to attack Ahidalga with unfamiliar daggers right away. As useful as the water blades are, they feel different from his own daggers. It irks him to no end, but he limits himself to fighting the smaller dragons first. He and Leo work surprisingly well as a unit, learning the way the dragons move and use their own weapons. Of course, fire is a more dangerous weapon than teeth and claws. At least to Leo it is, and Ignis does everything in his power to make sure the tigerlily is never too close to the flame. They will both be more than a little singed before too much time passes, but they keep fighting, ducking and weaving between the smaller dragons with one goal in mind.

They are going to help find a way to end this or they are going to die trying.]

C.) Nastrandir, 9-19 (Closed to Ardyn): Blood for Freedom (CW for blood and injury)

[Honestly, it's only a matter of time before he and Ardyn run into each other. It's also no surprise to Ignis that they are both staring down Ahidalga when it happens. If someone is going to want to kill a dragon, it's going to be Ardyn, and if someone isn't going to stop until that dragon is dead, it is also Ardyn.]

Do you think you can warp us in for a good strike at Ahidalga's stomach?

[Leo has been sidelined. It was dangerous enough having him near the small dragons, let alone one so angry and hungry as this one is. It's down to the two of them now. He's saved the charge on his glasses for this, which means he can see for the next few hours.

They are going to need all the extra help they can get.]

Between the two of us, perhaps we can open up a good slash.

[And, you know, not be eaten in the process.]

c

[scourgingstars]

Easily.

[He twirled the trident in one hand and wrapped the other arm around Ignis' waist, smirking like this was the best day of his life.]

Hold on tightly, now. I've no idea what might happen if I dropped you midway.

crowley | ota | enso

[demonicmiracle]

dragon fight; a

[The sword had all but fallen at his feet, and as loathe as he is to pick up a weapon so soon after the mess on Nastrandir, desperate times call for desperate measures. It's been several long centuries since he's had any call to wield a sword, but the weight of it settles familiar enough in his hands.

And he has an advantage, in that he's not earth bound; a dragon retreats and Crowley follows it into the air, black wings spread wide as he tries to avoid teeth and claws. It's a quick fight, he's out of practice, but these dragons are young and inexperienced. He braves the fire to plunge his sword through its throat, and they both go tumbling to the ground.

Crowley manages to disentangle himself from the dead dragon just before the hit the solid earth, but he still lands heavily, gasping for breath, barely managing to keep himself upright.

This is not the first aerial fight he's had today, and it's starting to take its toll.]

dragon fight; b

[It's a smaller dragon, a little larger than a horse, and it made the mistake of touching down in the island for too long, giving Crowley plenty of time to attack. In his serpent shape, he's more than big enough to attack, coiling around the dragon as it tries to snap at him. He pins one of its wings, it sinks claws into his side.

The whole scene is a mess of red and black scales, claws and fangs and teeth and blood, but while Crowley is effective in this shape, he can't seem to pierce the dragon's skin with his fangs, and it struggles too much for him to suffocate it.

When he sees someone else coming upon them, he redoubles his effort, twisting around until he's got the dragon's head held against its body.]

Tell me you've got a weapon that can kill thissss thing?

[It's Crowley's voice, for anyone familiar with it, just coming from the mouth of a large black snake.]

mana pool, downtime

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

[The stream of cursing comes from one (1) bedraggled demon, sitting at the edge of the mana pool on one of the housing isles. It feels like Tadfield all over again, the ash on his face, the smell of smoke clinging to his clothes. The difference this time, and the reason for the cursing, is that right now is wings are out, and one of his primaries is burnt halfway up the rachis. There's no saving it, but he equally doesn't want to pull it out.

He's really over this whole mess.]

[triggerhappytraitor]

[[The cursing is a pretty clear beacon of distress and Tachibana swiftly heads towards it, Garren sitting on his shoulders, clinging to his jacket collar to keep hold.

There is a definite pause as Tachibana sees the individual, the wings are... thankfully different enough from Isaka's feathers, and despite the visual similarities of dress and shades, there was a very different... posture. Not an ounce of the cold, unflappable and carefully groomed appearance Isaka never seemed to lose.

Still, it takes him a good moment for his rational mind to point that out before he is no longer seemingly locked in place, staring at the man in shock and fear.

Pressing his lips together as if it will somehow push away the flashbacks and memories, he steps forward]]

Got caught by the dragon fire?

b!

[lesbeau]

Holy shit.

[Not gonna lie, Beau was hoping she could use this snake attack as a way to sneak up on this little dragon sucker, but thinking it was the guy she got into an argument with sleeves about was not what she was expecting. The good news is, she rebounds to this stuff quickly, and she is running around with a trident glowing softly blue and swirling with energy in her hand.]

Yeah, it-- can you get it's head down or something? Just stop wiggling for a second!

A!!!

[tenthstreetbred]

[You know, Shepard is not a firefighter. Never really got trained in that. But here she is, running around and putting out literal fires, learning something new in her 30-something year of age. (Time, honestly, is an illusion when you're a dead woman walking.)

She comes up on Crowley after he's downed the dragon, having completely missed the fact that he was flying just now. She just sees an acquaintance on the ground and rushes to his side.]

Hey. I got you.

[She steadies him as best as she can, looking over him critically.]

How injured are you? Do you need help getting to the mana pool or the clinic?

Ginko | OTA | Enso

[onegreeneye]

Yeah, of course they wouldn’t get a break.

Magic weapons or not, Ginko is pretty sure he’d be absolutely no good against a two hundred-foot dragon. For that matter, he doubts he’ll be much good against the comparatively smaller dragons scattered across Enso, but he might have a little more of a chance - and he doubts he’ll be able to do much about the fires breaking out over the island without coming face-to-face with one of those things.

So he takes to the woods, hauling as much water as he can carry in whatever containers he can pick up on the way - and with one of the watery weapons dropped onto the island hanging from his belt loop. He’s doing the best he can to avoid the dragons, since… well, even if he’s armed, he’d rather not have to use what he’s got. Better to just stick to putting out whatever fires he can find.

Unfortunately, the creatures themselves have other ideas.

Ginko darts around a fallen tree and drops to his knees behind it, swearing under his breath as heat blasts the rotted wood, sending smoke coiling into the air. He can hope, at least, that the thing might lose interest and pass him by - but that doesn’t seem too likely.

So, instead, he pushes himself into a crouch, one hand planted on the ground for balance - and he runs. Maybe, if he’s lucky, he can lose it in the trees, or at least get somewhere with better cover.

(( OOC: Feel free to hit me with a different prompt, or contact me on this journal, the game discord, or omixgirl10 to plot something out! ))

Erika | OTA | Ahidalga Fight

[bitch4bitch]

Initially, Erika is pretty reluctant to leave Enso again - to leave Chip on their own, after effectively abandoning them for some made-up bullshit “war”.

But, this time, she knows there are other people staying there, too, that can look after them - and she has time to let them know what she’s doing first. And also, this isn’t a made-up bullshit “war”, this is an actual goddamn monster that, if they don’t get rid of it while it’s still on Nastrandir, might well come to Enso itself.

She swings the watery sword she’s picked up from the island against the thing’s leg, then darts back in case it retaliates - assuming it even notices, the thing’s so fucking big. She growls and ducks aside, finding some cover to take a moment before going in again. “Goddamn oversized lizard."

(( OOC: If you want to do something outside the prompt, go ahead and tag me or hit me up on this journal, the game discord, or omixgirl10 if you want to plot something! ))

[lesbeau]

Beau has no idea how to fight a dragon or anything of that absolute size, but Erika seems confident and that's just gonna have to be good enough. Beau is decked in her cyan cape from the Trials, normal staff on her back and watery trident in her hands. She has no idea how to use this, either, but she sure is out here. Beau slides in next to her in cover, a smooth skid to a stop right next to her with a grin.

"Hey. How's the dragon going?" As if she didn't have a care in the world.

[forwearemany]

Legion, on the other hand, has few attachments save for the allies they have made.

It is their desire for the safety of those allies that brings them to this fight.

Somehow, the process of fighting has resulted in them taking cover alongside this woman. She is familiar: they encountered her during their first months of stay on Enso.

"Error: the classification of Lizard is incorrect."

Zidane Tribal | OTA | Nastrandir

[atailoftwoworlds]

12th – Getting everyone off the island

[Everything is chaos again. They have just discovered a dragon which has now woken up and is now going to cause havoc and destruction everywhere.

This is no time to panic, though. Panicking does nothing. After picking up the nearest water sword (he’d prefer knives but this is the next best thing), he calmly approaches anyone who is nearby. Especially if they look like they need help.]

Hey, buddy. You think you can kick this monster’s ass? If not, you’d better get off this island. The mana pool’s that way. If you’re hurt, I’ll help you get there.

14th – Getting serious

[Anybody who joins the fight with Ahidalga might find Zidane already there. Or rather, Zidane with his hair and body glowing pink, his eyes red and his body covered in pink fur. In this form, he can wield strange powers that he can only wield in battle if angered enough.

And this situation is reason enough to be angry. Aside from having his own set of injuries after being swiped by the dragon which does not help, he’s had enough. His friends are just trying to recover from what happened only a few weeks ago and now this happens. He has to stop the dragon from causing more chaos. To Nastrandir. To Enso….]

Hey! Out of the way! Before you get hit, pal!

[He calls out to you, who might be fighting the dragon. Or might be there by bad luck or hanging around for whatever reason. Either way, he’d rather you aren’t in his path so you become collateral damage for the damaging powers he’s about to unleash.]

14th – Out of energy

[God, he’s so tired. He’s used up much of his Trance power…..and it’s sapped so much energy from him. Another attack from him and he could possibly pass out.

However, everyone is in danger. Ahidalga has to be stopped. If not, they could destroy not only Nastrandir but Enso too. He cannot sit and watch that happen. Besides, the people on the island are the only friends he has here. His other friends are back home. If they suffered because he did not do anything…

He will not abandon them. Slowly and with difficulty, Zidane pushes himself onto his feet, preparing to unleash his next attack…

Hopefully he won't pass out and become dragon food.]

14th – Out of energy

[wanderingdoctorfaust]

Sorry, Zidane, but someone nearby has decided that today, nobody is allowed to die on their watch.

"GET DOWN!!!"

Right as Ahidalga comes back around for another attack, an extremely tall and slender humanoid leaps out from seemingly nowhere and tackles Zidane, quickly shielding the young man's body with their own as they tumble several feet across the ground, coming to an unceremonious halt behind a pile of charred debris. They dare to hold their breath and pray they're not about to receive a sharp knee in the ribs for their efforts.

[flashover]

[Time for a Little Magic; closed to Héctor]
[Rin was almost completely recharged from his most recent venture over to Dragon Apocalypse Island. He’s covered in scratches and bruises, but no burns despite the searing heat the dragon produced. Keeping the mana pools safe from the dragon’s spawn seemed to be a pretty big deal as well. Clearly, no where was safe.

Which means no one was safe, not really. And Rin thought of one person in particular. Or, one skeleton. And perhaps there was something he could do about it?]

Hec! Hey, Héctor, are you around?


[Brotherly Love…?; closed to Yukio]
[another round with the dragon, and another grueling loss. Calling on water and ice magic while diverting the dragon’s fire wore him out quickly — and it didn’t seem to be doing anything. It was frustrating, being so limited. Maybe he should just leave the dragon to the ocean being?

He sighs, cupping mana pool water between his hands and taking big drinks. Due to the baby dragons crawling about, he’s on high alert, the water sword at the ready next to him]

[Wildcard]
[When Rin isn’t recovering by a mana pool on Enso, he can be found killing little dragons and protecting people from their three-headed parent!]

brotherly...... love...

[reflash]

[There's enough to do here. Yukio focuses on Ensō, on shooting arrows at dragons even though the energy glances off scales when he misses their eyes and mouths, on hauling buckets of water to fling at fires until his hands blister and his muscles cramp and he curls up under a tree and sleeps for a few nightmare-filled hours before waking up to do it again.

He steps away from the mana pool and freezes, clearly shocked and caught off guard for a too-long moment before he can smooth the pained shock out of his expression.

He forces himself to smile, to keep his voice calm despite seeing Rin again (seeing Rin alive).]

Nii-san. I didn't realize you were going to be here. How are you?

Late to the party, OTA

[triggerhappytraitor]

[Ensō - Pacifist Run]

Tachibana, in all his fighting both at home and in his Travels, had only ever had one lifetime in which he had ended the life of another. He frankly didn't have the stomach for killing, even if it was something animal and destructive, like the dragons that had invaded the island.

But he couldn't just ignore the attacking dragons-- they were dangerous, destructive, and if left to rampage, likely would kill someone.

The solution wasn't one he was especially happy with, but one that worked well enough for the situation; The Song of Calming.

Any bystander may hear the curious sound of an almost unearthly voice singing contrasting the screech of the smaller dragons. Following the sound will show Tachibana, standing in place, eyes closed as is in some sort of trance as he sings, the dragon across from him looking as if it's being lulled to sleep.

After a moment, a second, much smaller dragon with silver, red and gold scales zooms out from behind his partner, aiming for the fiery invader, and with a loud, jarring brwzzwwtp, Garren lets loose his electric charge, stunning the invading dragon into unconsciousness.

With a victorious trill, Garren buzzes back to his Slammer, perching on his shoulder and nudging him-- breaking Tachibana out of the trance like state that the Song had put him in.

Minutes later, the pair can be seen hauling the unconscious dragon away, intent on deporting it back to the island it came from.


[Ensō - Medic]

When not KOing and deporting invaders, Tachibana can be found either at the Clinic, or searching Ensō for any wounded. He looks a little worn out and distracted, the side effects of Singing for so long starting to take their toll, but he's not going to let something like that keep him from helping out where he can.

[suspecteverything]

Jules... doesn't even know where to begin to try and explain what he just saw. It kind of boggles his mind. Things don't just stop when people sing. Of course Jules also feels a little slow after hearing that too, which is definitely not a pleasant realization. He manages to shake that feeling off when a bigger, more important concern comes to mind.

"What are you planning on doing with a minsid dragon?"

Really, why would anyone want to take one of those with them?