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Post by Azula on Mar 2, 2009 12:53:22 GMT -5
Sometime latter... A patrol of three Twili scouts was making its way down one of the adjoining streets, eyes and ears alert for any sign of organized resistence that might interfere with their comrade's seizing of the Opera House. One of them cocked his head as he picked up the crackle of sparks from somewhere above them, followed by another short crackle of sparks.
The patrol froze facing outwards, blades in hand. They had been warned this city could contain magic users to challenge even their queen, not that they believed it.
About two seconds later, Azula popped out from behind a chimeny and unleashed a lightning bolt from her right hand, aiming it so that it dropped two of the scouts with one shot. The third yelled alarm at the sight of his comrade's still-sparking corpses. He received a bolt of blue fire to the chest, setting his clothing and hair alight and prompting him to drop to the ground try to put out the flame. His cries echoed down the streets
In the unatural twilight, the fallen princess smiled and hurried away over the roof tops. Heh. So these pale-skinned monsters were what Micaela's foe choose to use to seize power? Sad. It was time to see how many more sentries she could pick off before closing with the leaders...
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Mar 2, 2009 17:49:00 GMT -5
Billy arrived with a completed Death Ray in hand, only to find the supposedly-noon sky pitch-black and both his roommates seemingly preparing for battle.
...Well, a red-and-black lab-coat was practically NORMAL after whatever was happening to the sky.
"You guys need any help? I finished my Death Ray."
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Post by Micaela on Mar 2, 2009 17:59:30 GMT -5
"If you could possibly go take out the legions of darkness that'd be pretty cool." *Micaela said, only a little irritably.* "I'll be busy fixing the sun. They're by the opera house... Azula already left to go to some crazy lightning shit."
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Post by Kiba on Mar 2, 2009 18:01:38 GMT -5
Kiba arrived in Paris slightly worse for wear--he'd had to fight off a few soldiers that didn't have the sense to run or back off. Tsume wasn't with him; he'd given up trying to make Kiba stay after catching scent of the growing magic in the city, and had chosen to guard Helen instead.
"This is one of that damn princess' schemes, isn't it?" he called out to the soldiers, seething. "Well if she even thinks of dragging Helen into this, I'll rip her throat out myself!"
The white wolf had dropped his disguise after speaking, just to make the point absolutely clear, and he stood out like a beacon in the darkness.
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Post by Midna on Mar 2, 2009 20:18:43 GMT -5
From the carven black throne, the alien green light pulsing about her and illuminating her sharp, blue features, the ruler of Twilight and wielder of ancient magic surveyed the battlefield. So far, no reports had come in from the scouts, but though she was bold to launch an assault at midday, Midna wasn't foolish enough to think that it could only end well, and she anxiously awaited news. Impatiently, at last, she waved her hand, bringing up another view of the city through the portal. All looked well, or at least well to her taste.
"Ahh...Twilight really is a lovely sight. I wouldn't mind if that world stayed that way...I guess I'll just have to enjoy it while it lasts." Midna smirked; still, though, she knew it was no laughing matter. If she left it that way too long, the people of Paris would begin to...change. This would not be a good thing.
She leaned back against her throne once again, unaware of those who would try to stop her...for now.
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Post by Micaela on Mar 2, 2009 20:36:44 GMT -5
*Unbeknownst to Midna, there was a wielder of not-so-ancient magic with decidedly less royal trappings and decidedly less exotic features who was formulating a plan. The sky, if Micaela had anything to do with it, would be returning to normal much sooner than was planned. Having spent quite a quantity of time around Azula, she found it was easier to keep tabs on what she was doing... and so far, she wasn't encountering any difficulty.*
*This was distressing--she couldn't help until after the opposition was in grave peril. She'd tried, of course, but nothing was happening, and she'd realized that even in her physics-defying powers, there were rules.*
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Post by Azula on Mar 2, 2009 20:53:18 GMT -5
Azula had knocked off a half-dozen small patrols by now, but she was begining to show the strain of operating under such unatural conditions, breathing heavy as she leaned against a wall of an alley. The noontime sun was *there*, she knew it, but the spell blocked the natural flow of light and energy that should have powered 75% of her Bending.
The fallen princess doubted that anyone else from the Fire Nation could have lasted this long... A smiled danced on her lips to fight the slowly-growing tension at the back of her mind. The smile died a quiet death as she heard the sound of more Twili soldiers. Many Twili Soldiers... Hmmph, well. No sense in running away.
Azula burst around the corner in time to face a platoon of Twili with spears marching up the street, led by a slightly-better armored figure she assumed was the officer. He pointed at her and exclaimed something in the babble-language they all seemed to speak, one man at the back running for the Opera House.
Okay. A problem. Her luck couldn't last forever... Mr. Officer received a flying arch of fire to the chest courtesy one of Azula's kicks and fell backwards screaming as his blue skin burned. The rest of his men charged and Azula fell back into the alley, firing bolt after bolt at the alley entrance to keep them from making this a melee fight for as long as possible. Each attack drained her reserves a little bit more, running sweat down her brow. No time for lightning. She drew one of her borrowed knives in a free-hand blade down, golden eyes gleaming as she lit up her little patch of the unatural night, the screams and angry shouts of dying and wounded Twili a soundtrack to her one woman stand against the 30 some invaders.
(Any newcomers want to make an entrance to distract the forming up Twili from effectively bumrushing our favorite firebrand?)
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Post by Midna on Mar 2, 2009 21:25:29 GMT -5
Midna's thoughtful meditation was abruptly interrupted by the portal shimmering and one of her soldiers bursting through the portal. A nastier ruler might have had him taken away, but she was both kinder and prudent, instead sitting up at once and paying attention. If he was here, there was probably something important going on.
"Aaaygatiehhheh?" she demanded; "<What's happened?>"
"<Madame! Crazy lady! Throws fire! She...we...>" her soldier panted. Aggravated, Midna grit her teeth, and waved him off to the infirmary or wherever while she considered the problem. "WHY must there always be a problem? Can't anything ever just be simple?! Nonetheless, I suppose if you want anything done right..." She approached the portal, sighed, and then stepped through it. "...You have to do it yourself."
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Mar 2, 2009 21:52:17 GMT -5
After deciding that the army of... things... were asking for it by essentially invading France (HE was the only one allowed to take over France, damn it!) Billy had been occupied with killing the soldiers that got too close to him.
After looking at Azula, who didn't look too good having to light up her area AND burn things to death, he zapped a path through the soldiers. Luckily, they were starting to get the message that "guy + evil red gun = instant death," and several of them were hesitating.
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Post by Azula on Mar 2, 2009 22:06:48 GMT -5
Billy's intervention and the resultant hesitation among the Twili soldiers gave a panting, much worse for wear Azula the chance to cycle through the motions for a lightning shot. She drew a bead on the largest group localized thunder roared off the walls, two more dead soldiers still twitching from the shot. The rest backed off and took whatever cover they could, content to wait for reinforcements.
Azula put her back to Billy, one shoulder guard dented from a near miss and the front of her armor soaked with ichor from the knife wound to the neck it had take down that particular determined attacker. Sweat dripped down her face and weighted her hair down. "I'm... I'm good for another thirty, Billy," she panted, maintaining a frail, ironic version of her social persona, eyeing the regrouping enimies from narrowed golden slits, "Your weapon up to that?"
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Mar 2, 2009 22:13:31 GMT -5
"As long as it doesn't break, it should for a while," he informed her. There's no Captain Hammer to screw things up THIS TIME, thank god, he thought as he shot another few soldiers.
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Post by Micaela on Mar 2, 2009 22:16:54 GMT -5
*Grave peril: achieved. Now if she could only figure out this damn sun thing... *
*She began pushing the furniture in their living room out towards the walls, sitting down in the middle in only her tank top and sweat pants. Her bun had disintegrated into a messy knot that vaguely stayed out of her face, and when she sat she rested her hands in her lap. Closing her eyes, she concentrated as hard as she could on the sun: every indentation and flaming rock geyser, every single spot of light and the exact temperature of the surface as well as the core, but she found it hard with the building in the way. A fine layer of sweat had built on her forehead.*
*It was then that she decided the roof would suit her purposes better, and after swinging onto the fire escape with surprising agility, she scrambled up and sat on the highest point she could find. Damn Parisian roofs had to be slanted...*
*She had to make an odd sight, a teenage girl sitting cross-legged on the top of a building in her pajamas, eyes closed and sweat dripping down her face. It wasn't working. No matter how hard she tried to make the sun come back, it wasn't working yet...*
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Post by Midna on Mar 2, 2009 22:19:30 GMT -5
"What is going on here?!"The voice echoed from the top of the nearby stairs, high and sharp with Midna's displeasure. Her cloak billowing in the slight wind that had come with the Twilight, she surveyed the battle scene, frowning. Ugh...this was not how she had pictured it going. Her...her soldiers were dead! Her eyes narrowing furiously, it didn't take long for her to notice the two improbable partners, the one she guessed as Ms. Fire-lady, and some random idiot with a cannon of some sort. "Oh, it never fails--who are you?" she demanded, looking very dramatic as she drew her sword.
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Post by Kiba on Mar 2, 2009 22:39:06 GMT -5
By now Kiba had killed about twelve soldiers, with several dozen more crippled or missing entire limbs. Still no sign of her, he growled, slashing at a few more with his claws.
"You!" he cornered one of the soldiers, baring his fangs and the weird-smelling blood on them. "Where's that princess of yours?"
"Crazy wolf! We won't let you--GRAAAK!"
That last part was the sound he made while Kiba tore his throat out.
Idiots.... whatever they were. He used a few of them as living stepping-stones as he fought his way to where two others were fighting the soldiers.
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Post by Richard III on Mar 3, 2009 10:45:20 GMT -5
Richard had frowned through the soldier's babbling report, and Midna had moved before he could demand a translation. She seemed irritated, however, and he had to guess that things were not going as planned. He followed after her, not wishing to be left out of the decision-making.
It was his throne, after all.
There was a woman, little more than a child, with a similarly boyish man holding a device of sorts that looked like nothing useful Richard had ever seen. Some sort of foreign nonsense they called art, perhaps.
This was what was killing soldiers? He put a hand to the hilt of his sword, striding to Midna's side.
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