In which the entire tower collectively goes OH SHIT

[tempustemporum]

Characters: The entire tower. PARTY POST.
Setting: Take a wild guess.
Format: Either or.
Summary: The tower has been reduced to one room, and it's chock full of monsters. Who you gonna call?
Warnings: Lots, the least of which being language...


[Well, ladies and gentlemen, shit dun hit the fan.]

[The tower has been condensed to one room with pretty much nothing in it. This post? Do whatever in it. General reactions. Go. ...As for Ienzo, he's just kind of sitting in the corner, head in his hands.]

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[ocariness]

[ Link is perfectly at home in this situation, cleaving through everything in her path. Some things she recognized to be twisted evils from her own land (Redeads, Stalchildren, Poes, Floormasters, Dead Hands, to name a select few), and some she'd never encountered.

Regardless, though, they kept coming. When she saw England, she quickly cut down the creatures in her path, picked an arrow out of her quiver, and it lit on fire, sailing through the air and through many monsters on it's way. Several more joined the first, and she followed the projectile's path with her sword and shield, making her way to the man before she lost her chance.

It's a good thing she's quick on her feet. ]

Arthur--!

[ Please to be watching your back, she may not get there in time. Because these things just KEEP. COMING. ]

[keepscalm]

[England's not nearly as used to the terrible beasts that ravage the tower -- not fighting against them, anyways. He's no stranger to lore and the otherworldly, but there are things here he's never even dreamed of, and wards won't do anything to quell these monsters.

Link's voice alarms him, and he whirls quickly on his feet to look in her direction. He's relieved to see that she seems unharmed on the whole, but she's still being mobbed, and that's a bit less of a relaxing thing.

He ducks the sweeping claws of some slinking, bony shadow to reload his gun, and quickly shoots down some of the zombie-like creatures that look like they might be eying Link in a funny way.]

'Ello. [A casual greeting, because he's more afraid for others than himself, and Link is more than competent -- she doesn't need his fear on her behalf. He doesn't sound as casual as the words he's saying, but he's not exactly panicked, either.

He'll be fine until you get here, Link.]

[ocariness]

[ That's good, because Redeads have a nasty habit of screeching and freezing the weak of heart. At the moment, she isn't about to wait for that to happen. By the time she gets there, which takes a few sidesteps and a backflip or two out of the way of some rather perilously sharp claws, she's covered in blood and ooze of some sort that she can't be bothered to think of.

For the moment, she quickly sinks her blade into anyway near them, particularly the ones that are large in stature. ]

Thank you.

[ And she raises her shield to reflect some sort of lazer-like beam of dark energy back into the face of some random monster, sorching it to death. ]

This is why I keep my blade within arm's length at all times.

[ She wipes a bit of sweat off her brow on her arm; this is tiring, even for someone in shape like her, because there's just SO MANY of them. ]

[keepscalm]

[Once Link is within range, England slips his gun into his belt again and goes for his knife instead, which is rapidly put to use on some very handsy creature to his left.] And thank you, as well. [He saw those arrows earlier, and there aren't many people around here equipped with bows.]

[He swings the arm of his empty hand out, effectively clotheslining one of the monsters so that he can drive his blade into an area that looks sufficiently vital.]

I've learned to do the same since coming here. [England huffs a little, giving a low growl as he kicks out to rid his knife of the corpse he's just made.] It's a damn shame, really.

[How he can talk at a time like this is a marvel. But, again, he's not exactly scared, and if Link is going to make conversation...]

[ocariness]

[ You'd be surprised how easy it is to make casual conversation despite this sort of situation, especially for a fighter such as her. ]

It is.

[ And whatever's in front of her is stabbed violently, without hesitation. Something she senses behind her she quickly spins around to, separating the creature neatly from it's torso.

She's sure it won't miss it. ]

I recognize some of these, vaguely. It seems whatever's responsible for this is drawing from our worlds--

[ Annnd she'll be blocking the sword of a heavily armored lizard-type creature with a sword of it's own, shield raised. Only it's twisted, even more than she remembers. Red eyes, hulking, and horrific. ]

Though I don't... QUITE remember them being so difficult to fell.

[ CLANG. Another sword stroke is blocked and she retaliates in turn with the Master Sword. ]

[keepscalm]

[England is used to all kinds of warfare. Perhaps he's just recalling his attitude of the days when most of his time was spent in the trenches.]

I don't recognize most of these. [He can't quite find it in himself to be ashamed to admit that at the moment. He could swear he's seen some of those weird little things that Estonia takes care of in the chaos, but he kind of just thought he'd finally lost his shit, so he's not going to mention those.

He rapidly draws his gun with his empty hand to shoot at a monster coming up on Link from the rear, and following that, pretty much pistolwhips the closest enemy, resulting in a nice point-blank fire when his finger slips on the trigger.] Well, that's certainly a relief. Here I thought that my abilities were just lacking. [He is pretty much just a normal human, ability-wise. He's just got above-average levels of training.]

I'm not really surprised though. If they can take us from our worlds, it makes sense that they would be able to take other-- [Oh, wait, duck and cover.] --nh, things, as well. [And stab.]

[ocariness]

... It's somewhat problematic. If this doesn't end soon, all of us will push ourselves to exhaustion.

[ Sigh. She supposes this is what that potion is for...

But in the end, she continues fighting bravely, admiring England's own tenacity. ]

After this, we ought to do something a bit more-- [ CLANG. WHAM. SLASH. ] ... Peaceful.

[keepscalm]

[Speaking of "somewhat problematic", England swears under his breath when he fires his gun and nothing comes out. He has no time to load it right this very second, so he just shoves the pistol back into his belt, settling for just his knife for the time being. Stabby stab stab.]

I agree wholeheartedly. [...actually...] Have you ever had tea?

[+1 to his Stereotype stat. Is that really the first thing you thought of, England?]

[ocariness]

[ Limited ammunition IS a bit of an issue; being one for archery, herself, Link understands better than one might expect, even if guns are... not exactly present in Hyrule. ]

Yes, but likely not the same types.

[ Oh, stabbing things is fun. So is lopping off limbs, which proves to be far more useful. It's... a good thing the Master Sword is such a special blade. ]

My home had very different plants, after all.

[ They sure are talking about tea in the middle of fighting for their lives. SURE WHY NOT? ]

[keepscalm]

[It's a little more fun when you have a longer blade. As it is, England's found his hands inside the monsters on more than one occasion, from pushing the knife too far. Ew?

He'd say he's had worse things on his hands before, but to be honest he can't name any offhand the top of his head. Huh. Setting a new bar there.]

After this subsides and everything is on the level once more, perhaps we may sit down for tea.

[As he oh-so-properly flicks a glob of thick creature-blood off his knife to keep the blade exposed. He's such a gentleman.]

[ocariness]

[ Have a nod; they definitely agree to tea! ]

I'll take you up on the offer if we get through this with all our limbs.

[ Oh so serious, Mister (?) Hero will actually be using the Mirror Shield to reflect some sort of beam of light back at several enemies.

TECHNOLOGY! ... Or rather, MAGIC! ]