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Post by Midna on Mar 1, 2009 16:11:24 GMT -5
Truly, Midna reflected, this was going to turn out to be either one of the easiest or the most difficult things she'd ever done. She could only hope that it ultimately turned out for her and her people's benefit. Either way, looking at the large mirror she'd hung in the hallway, she took a deep breath, glacing over her shoulder at the other room where her legions stood getting prepared. The facade of the opera house shimmered in the surface of the mirror, on a fine, clear and sunny day. She couldn't have that.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and concentrated, holding her hand out onto the mirror palm-first. Murmuring something in her own Twili language, she called up all the power of the shadows she could muster, from her own magic, boosted by the use of the Fused Shadow. Soon, as she watched with a satisfied smile, the noonday sun disappeared before clouds of black-and-yellow twilight. Sure, she was doing the same thing that Zant had, but this was for a good cause.
"Alright, people," she called abruptly, turning around to face the room, her cape billowing. "It's time to move out. Goddesses be with you!"
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Post by Azula on Mar 1, 2009 16:41:48 GMT -5
(Woot. Everyone who wants in early on this madness gets a chance to post reaction shots to Midna's ballsy manuever. Tag Micaela and Billy! And Richard for Midna!)
Azula had been meditating on her bed, lotus position, two small blue flames pulsing imeasurably in time to her breathing above her palms. She was a simple conduit for Agni's power, letting that warm, all-engulfing power flow through her and into her flames, her Bending the delicate-yet-graceful balance of a seesaw.
So it was kind of a surprise when the steady flow of power from the sun dried up to an irregular trickle without warning, the light of the noontime sun curdling into instant twilight. Her two flames waning to almost nothing before she reflexsively channeled more of her own chi into them.
What was going on? Well, she'd find out. Azula opened her eyes and stood up, exinguishing her flames to save energy as she strode into the main room of the apartment, hoping Micaela and Billy were there. It didn't feel like the Eclipse. No, her Bending still worked... Just more effort. But hopefully one of her roomates would know what to do and who'd she might have to kill to make this stop. The fallen princess' expression said volumes about her mood, a storm thumping against a window.
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Post by Micaela on Mar 1, 2009 18:47:33 GMT -5
*Micaela was reading when it happened. She looked out the window, a sick dread beginning to fill her stomach. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. Wrong in the way that only magic and ambition could make things. And there was only one word to properly describe her sentiments.*
"Fuck."
*The universe was being thrown out of order, and as a perennial peace-keeper, she was going to have to put it back into place again. But how to reinstate the sun... it was beyond what she'd tested her powers in, but now was as good a time as any. It was going to take some creative thinking, and a hell of a lot of Advil.*
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Post by Azula on Mar 2, 2009 0:44:38 GMT -5
(In answer to your question, Midna, perhaps you can do one more 'form up and roll out!' post before having her turn to her confederate Richard? *shrug* Might work. Your ball at this stage before we hit back-and-forth combat-banter posting. ;D)
Azula caught Micaela's exclaimation as she entered the main room, the fallen princess able to muster her mask somewhat as she drew close enough to see the expression on the older girl's face. Okay, that hopefully ruled out the chance that this was Micaela's fault.
"At least by your expression I can hopefully rule out that you broke the sun and sky," Azula grimly joked, features wry and eyes slightly more concerned with every passing second, "I just have two questions I hope you can answer. Who or what do you think did this, and where are they so I can make them fix it?"
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Post by Micaela on Mar 2, 2009 1:22:46 GMT -5
"Trust me, when I break something I try to make damn sure I can fix it. This is... just... ugh why do people have to go fucking with the universe?" *She groaned.* "All it does is make trouble."
*She thought for a moment, trying to call up any useful information.* "Well, it's someone who's planning an attack, and they're clearly more powerful at twilight. So... Midna? But wh... ugh fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Remember when I said Enjolras led a revolution?"
*She paused for effect but not long enough for an answer.* "I don't think Richard is done yet, and he's gotten his ally, Midna, to block out the sun so she can better fight."
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Post by Azula on Mar 2, 2009 1:33:24 GMT -5
"Richard? Midna? And stopping them should fix the sun or at least make it easier for someone else to fix?" Azula questioned over one shoulder, heading into the kitchen and rummaging through the knife drawer. She came back holding two of the more impressive blades in one hand, head tilted to one side as she waited for an answer.
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Post by Micaela on Mar 2, 2009 1:41:10 GMT -5
*The older girl blinked at the knives.* "Something like that." *Then of course, her mind moved on. One, she was entirely sure Azula was capable of handling them, and two, she hadn't much of an attention span.* "I'd offer to get you something a little more suited to the task than kitchen knives, but when I'm distracted things tend to go awry."
*She took a much-needed moment to just breathe, in her nose and out her mouth.* "Okay. Seeing as this is Paris, whatever it is is happening near the Opera House, where you appeared and saw me falling out of the sky. And they probably have backup. Lots and lots of backup. Richard won't make the same mistakes again."
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Post by Azula on Mar 2, 2009 1:53:06 GMT -5
Azula smiled darkly and held up the blades to the sickly light, "They'll do for back up weapons. My Firebending will be less effient long as it's like this, and in case I need a breather, better than nothing."
Her gold eyes gleamed, smile twisting, "And if they have enough back-up for it to be a problem, I shouldn't be alone in fighting them off, anyway... I'm the distraction anyway. Think you can weaken this spell, at least around the Opera House, before I exhaust myself in combat against however many of these 'shadow monsters' they've brought? Even in my armor, I won't last forever in these conditions."
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Post by Micaela on Mar 2, 2009 1:57:47 GMT -5
*There was a look of quiet, hard determination on Micaela's face... not the kind of thing you expected unless you knew her extremely well. She smiled humorlessly.*
"Oh, I intend on fixing it completely. Whether or not I'm ready, it has to be done." *It was with full knowledge that she could kill herself or completely fuck up the space-time continuum, then, or both, that she pulled her hair behind her head into her customary twisty bun. Couldn't have her hair falling in her face while she was fixing the universe.*
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Post by Azula on Mar 2, 2009 2:14:22 GMT -5
(Last post for me until we get more people to rally to the call and/or our 'villains' make their pitches of awesomeness, lol)
"The blessings of Agni on all our efforts, then, as we restore it's light" Azula intoned not-quite-completely insincerely, the old religious platitude one she'd reflected on during her good moments during her recovery, "You see if you can contact Billy and the others before really Bending Reality while I change into my armor. This IS his dream in a better tommorow we're fighting to protect, after all."
The dark smile died a quiet death as Azula turned on her heel and vanished into her room to do just that, rejoicing inside at the chance to pay back some of her personal debt, even under these less than ideal conditions.
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Post by Midna on Mar 2, 2009 6:45:52 GMT -5
"Hm. Alright, last-minute inspection," Midna called, seeing quite a few of her soldiers struggling to prepare and rolling her eyes. She strode along the rows, assembled in her hall, adjusting spears and pointing out the proper posture to others before finally sighing and nodding. "Right, we may have the element of surprise on our side, but not for long, so--our objective, as you know, is to secure the opera house as quickly as possible. Got it?" She turned to see how Richard was doing.
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Post by Richard III on Mar 2, 2009 11:38:27 GMT -5
Richard was in the final stages of strapping on his armor. He was recovered from his injuries, feeling strong and whole and as if looking out over Midna's army gave him use of the limbs which had been useless all his life.
Hefting his sword, he grinned grimly at Midna. It was a good plan they had, and he was not dismayed by his former defeat. He had lived to fight another day, and that was all that mattered.
"I warrant that Paris, in all her history, has never seen the like," he said with approval. "Come, Midna. Let us show her what it is to return in triumph."
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Post by Midna on Mar 2, 2009 11:54:58 GMT -5
Interestingly, for this Midna had donned her own armor, which she had never before needed to wear; it consisted of an elaborate breastplate, with matching greaves and gauntlets. She was very pleased to see everyone looking so well, and tapped her fingers on the pommel of her own sword.
"I imagine not," she replied, chuckling, then turned once more to her army. "Move out!"
With that, the first ranks of her Twili soldiers moved through the gate. There was no turning back now.
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Post by Micaela on Mar 2, 2009 12:31:37 GMT -5
*Micaela buried her face in her hands, fingertips twisting in the roots of her hair. She made a noise that probably sounded somewhat similar to a sky-bison with gas.* "Nnnnrgh how in hell am I supposed to write the sun back in?"
*Taking another deep breath, she thought about all the stories of fighting against an insurmountable enemy she'd ever read, trying to figure out the formula. It wasn't much, but it was a start when she realized that the defense never won until they'd almost been defeated.* "Fuck my life."
*She was going to have to let her friends almost lose before they could win.*
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Post by Richard III on Mar 2, 2009 12:36:17 GMT -5
Richard hung back with Midna, as befitted a commander. True, they were not his armies, but it was his treaty. And it would be he who ruled.
And Marie, if she was moved to return to him. He did not know what might have happened to her in the interim, but he could hardly be blamed for that. He had been left for dead.
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