towerofanimus | In which the entire tower collectively goes OH SHIT

She'd managed to find a respite from monstrous forms armed with words and claws she'd given them herself _{("You're not a good doctor at all, you're just a torturer--")} for all of a few minutes when the tower itself began to collapse inwards. Fran's got the time to snap the thread she'd been using to truss what scores the monsters had managed against her, before she has to catch herself because serious situations aside, Fran's still got the balance of a long-running game of Jenga.

[Nina had been doing her best to protect anyone she could. To lead them to safety, or to dispatch of any monsters she found. Then she felt the tower crumbling, collapsing in on itself. She feels herself fall and it feels like falling into a dark pit until something comes out of it, a nightmare she hasn't had in a long time, a nightmare she thought was over after she recovered her memories...

Nina is laying on the now empty floor, completely dazed, when she looks up to see the Nameless Monster approach her, but more daunting and terrible than it ever appeared as a storybook drawing. It has claws that weren't there before and its teeth are even longer than before, jutting out of its mouth.

And she just knows it's going to eat her alive.]

[Sora is not sure how to react to the monsters. Considering that there are strange Heartless here--ones that refuse to obey him--it's understandable. He's warily staying as far away from any of the creatures as possible. Really... What else can he do?]

[Naminé is not a fighter.]

[Naminé is neither equipped nor trained to fight, for all her secondhand memories and observation of such activities. Her magic is useless in such a situation... or at least, most of it is. She is quietly and endlessly grateful that she got the chance to learn a few spells from Aqua before this nightmare became real. Those spells have served her well, maybe even saved her life, few in number though they may be. With the whole tower one giant room, it's not hard to see where to go, so she heads for the safest spot she can possibly find. On the way, she's more than ready to help anyone she sees in trouble, so some people might find themselves suddenly surrounded by a Reflect spell to block an attack coming their way or that whatever was after them has been hit by a Stop spell.]

[Now, normally America is good at fighting! It's just that his fighting often involves punching things, and getting close enough to punch any of these monsters leads to him being not nearly as good at it as he'd like to be.

He's still managing to hold them back, but he's getting increasingly surrounded. Give him a hand?]

Ammy was a defenseless, squishy thing when it came to the threat of actual monsters- these weren't dicerolls or little nickle miniatures. The place was a madhouse, and while some people were being proactive in fighting back...all Amadeus could do was hide under the base of the stairs, quivering with his hood pulled over his face and Liv tucked under his arm. He didn't know what had happened to the rest of his things, but that was irrelevant now. But despite the desperation of the situation, he couldn't find it in him to move, even when several monsters found their way to his hiding spot. All he did was curl up tighter and pray it didn't hurt too much.

Like many of her gaming ilk, Echidna was regrettably all talk and no action. She wasn't afraid of watching Briar play Amnesia: The Dark Descent and she wasn't totally scared when they watched the Grudge. Even if she refused to watch the Exorcist. But this shit was real and it was probably really going to kill her. And as much as her Grandpa was a war veteran badass, that was not something she was prepared for.

But part of her did insist she do something, and that something was run. And so she kept running up and up the staircase, as fast as she could, as long as she could. The problem was she was just a silly human, and could not keep running for long, and was forced to stop and take deep breaths if she didn't want to completely collapse.

There's only one way to go, and that's up- she knows that, but she doesn't care to run. Instead, she clears the way for others, keeping careful measure of the distance between herself and the monsters so she doesn't feel that by now familiar sensation of her power, her link to Medea, slowly slipping out of her reach. She clears the attacking creatures with a combination of Poisma and Maragidyne- those not incinerated more than usually succumbing to the poison coursing through their bodies. Those who resisted both were dealt with by her axes as well as she could- and those she could not manage, she worked around until someone who could take them on did so.

"Medea!"

--but there was very little a good Mind Charge and the swirl of Medea's flames couldn't take care of- though she would begin to wear down soon enough. Until then though, Chidori was dead set on doing what she could to keep the other residents of the tower safe, whether she was asked to or not.

Tales of white knights on horseback didn't originate in Europe for nothing. England's no superhero, nor is he a mage adept or martial arts master, but he's nothing to sneeze at in regards to military training and he can certainly hold his own against the...creatures that lay siege to the tower. He wasn't frightened -- fear of injury was something he had gotten past a long time ago. It was definitely conductive to his continuous struggle fending off the monsters.

He was juggling his fighting knife and his beloved gun like a pro, but still, he's only one person, and he can't take care of all of these by himself. Plus, he'll eventually run out of ammunition if he's not careful.

He'd really appreciate anyone that would be willing to help him, to be honest. Even though he was pretty grumpy at that moment, with all the fighting and the running out of breath and all.

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Blind fury was nothing new to Kanaya. It was largely what kept her alive whenever she was roped into physical conflict, taxing as it was in more than one way. It removed any inhibitions or worry about anything in her way, so at least it was useful for cutting down enemies.

But, when allies or innocents were involved, it was a different story.

Difficult as it was, Kanaya was doing everything in her power to not fly off the handle, just because there were so many innocent people around her and she was fighting for them just as much as herself. She didn't want to hurt them. It was a struggle to keep herself just calm enough, and it was impeding her from reaching her threshold of extermination regarding these monstrous aggressors. It was worth not killing anyone who didn't deserve it, though.

She snarled viciously, reaming one of the approaching shadowy figures with her chainsaw. There was a lot of blood. Quite a bit of it was hers. And it wasn't any color that was normal on the Alternian hemospectrum. She just hoped that everyone else was too caught up to notice.

Alice was no stranger to both fighting abominations and finding herself amongst a sudden shift in her surroundings. Of course, those were occurrences that would, typically, only happen within her mind. Admittedly, witnessing such events all over again within the Tower only made her further question just what exactly was "real" anymore.

But real or not, she wouldn't just stand idly and do nothing. Her eyes fell upon the Vorpal Blade, as Alice raised her weapon and ran a finger along its bloodied edge. She noticed the Insidious Ruin appearing in front of her, the doll face heavily cracked and with several more pipes protruding from its back.

She stood her ground and stared down the creature, her hand clutching the Vorpal Blade. "You're even more repulsive than I remember."

[ Somehow, he had never pictured this happening, but here it was, going on. Side-by-side, he was standing with his doppelganger, fighting against the monsters that were seemingly endless.

Far enough away to cast spells at the more distant ones, he's dual-wielding an Evoker and his gun at the moment, switching between his sword and bullets as the situation should call for it.

It's an odd sight, to be sure: two blue-haired teens with guns to their heads fending off these twisted creatures. Somehow, he got separated again from Chidori, so he'd have to be careful. ]

Thanatos!

[ And the Persona cuts it's way through numerous creatures. As it does so, he smiles--the adrenaline rush wasn't unfamiliar, and one might say he enjoyed it. ]

I suppose it'll be bad if anyone gets killed. We'll have to get them up the stairs.

[Romeo was very scared, he had seen lots of scary things in the tower but these were the most scary. Monsters had been attacking and now they were all stuck in one room with no where to hide.

Romeo had been trying to fight, and mostly staying with Molly. He spotted Ienzo in the corner and tried to make his way over to him.]

She knew something bad was going to happen, she just knew it. But even with the foresight that something bad was going to happen again, they still caught her off guard. Luckily she held on to her lipstick, the one that turns into a chainsaw, so she was armed. If anyone needs any protection it could be safe to stay by Kanaya. Chainsaws aren't the cleanest of weapons so she may have a bit of blood on her, don't let that startle you.

For Aradia, the problem isn't so much that the tower is one big room, more that it's full of monsters and while she's not a bad fighter, exactly, it's still not something she'd prefer to deal with.

Of course, it doesn't help that she can't get too close to them without her powers disappearing and leaving her hardly at her most effective. Thus she's mostly staying airborne, trying to stay far enough away from the monsters that she's able to freeze or otherwise attack them without having to revert to her more than rusty whipkind specibus.

[Now, Dark Link was no knight in shining armor. He was friends with quite a few less than savory creatures. Some of the moblins he knew had the best sense of humor, but that's beside the point. Despite all of his shady connections and alliances, there was a category of monsters that even he hated with a passion.

Dead hands were definitely in that category.

Currently three of these horrifying things were latched onto him. Their clammy grip was much stronger than it should have been, and despite his frantic struggling he can't break free of their hold. Not too far away the three bulbous bodies inch ever closer, elongated necks held upright and distended jaws dangling threateningly. He's thrashing and twisting to no effect, and it really seems like he needs a hand.]

[Signless might be a preacher of peace and proponent of non-violence, but he is still a troll. He has fought when necessary to survive, and he has no intention of dying here in this tower.

He has shit to do, okay?

He's a whirling dervish of threshecutionating death, and he's scything (sickling?) through monsters to save anyone in his line of sight. Highblood, lowblood or alien doesn't matter to him.

Then a monster out of his nightmares looms up in front of him, and he pales, taking a frightened step back as he looks up at the creature. Oops, he might be in trouble.]

[Sollux is floating a bit above the heads of most people, taking pot shots at monsters wherever he can get a good line of sight. He's going to have such a migraine later]

[Eridan has his gun, but it's way too crowded in here to use it. So he's stuck with a his oyster-shelling knife and a lot of desperation. He has backed himself into a corner and is slicing grimly at anything that comes close. There's blood running down his face and one sleeve is torn, purple blood dripping down his wrist. But there's murder in his eyes and his teeth are bared with an almost feral stubbornness to live.

Still, things with tentacles and undead monsters with dead skin and eaten-out eyes are crowding ever closer, and the problem is, the latter won't die]

[There's an odd amount of excitement as Feferi moves through the large room that the tower is now. She has her dice and she has her rope and she is ready to kick ass and take names.

It's a bit of a nightmare, but she loves fighting.]

[Shion is terrified, so far with a mixture of running and hiding he's been able to stay alive. He feels useless especially since so many people were fighting and he had tried. The blood and bruises were testimony to that.

Now though they were in one room and there was no where to run anymore. A buzz came from behind him and he turned round batting away a wasp. A wasp? Or a bee?

More buzzing and Shion's eyes widened in horror as bees got closer, bees that looked even more monstorous then usual. Where they normal bees? Or parasite bees?

He batted more away beginning to panic.

[Break time over.]

[He wasn't crying or anything, oh no, Ienzo was making that perfectly clear. He was just... sitting down for a while. Away from the monsters so he could allow himself to angst in peace. But angsting rarely got people anywhere, so eventually he pushed himself back up into a walking position and looked around, seeing if he could find Aqua or -- someone. Preferably someone he trusted and who could fend off these monsters. Magic was turning out to be a very arduous hobby.]

[Eventually he seemed to spy someone, and started walking with an air of purposefulness. Perhaps he was working too hard at this, because it wasn't long before he bumped directly into someone he hadn't at all seen coming.]

[Fuelled with adrenaline, Minato kept on fighting with his sword. Whenever he's far enough from the creatures, his evoker would be pointing at his head and firing.

A blue haired teenager firing a gun at himself, only for him to be surrounded by a blue aura and a powerful creature appearing to fight for him.]

Persona!

[Riku is right in the middle of things; Soul Eater out and slashing through the air as he simply cuts down everything that comes in too close. His face is remarkably neutral, though every other moment something a slight frown flickers over it - he doesn't like this situation at all, doesn't like that he can barely use his shield or what little cure magic he's capable of, that he is in a room full with monsters and people, where just letting go and calling for Ansem's darkness is just too dangerous for himself and everyone else too.

There is no one to complain to here and no way to change the situation anyways, so he just channels his frustration to fuel his own darkness and the Soul Eater and swiftly dodges the Neo Shadow jumping at him, twisting the blade in his hand just enough to cut cleanly through it.

He lowers his blade, hoping to retreat and catch some breath as three Dusks approach, hissing as they glide over the ground. Riku just sighs and shakes his head, but at least it's just Dusks; there are worse Nobodies that he could have ended up fighting.

He regrets that thought as the Dusks curl around themselves and change and twist until he is suddenly facing three Berserkers instead.

Barely keeping himself from cursing out loud; Riku raises the Soul Eater again, readying himself to go all out.]

[GOOD NEWS EVERYONE. It seems seven or eight of these monsters has decided to, miracle of miracles, switch sides, turning on their horrible monster-y brethren. And even better, they seem to be some of the biggest, hulking-est, most animalistic of them. Dire wolves and grizzly bears ripping their way through the crowd, protecting people where they're needed. How awesome ('8]

[And as far away from the fighting as he can get, seemingly disconnected from this random bit of good news, the Summoner is sitting up against the wall, head in hands. His eyes are tracing things apparently only he can see, and he looks... hella frustrated]

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