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towerofanimus2014-07-18 11:31 pm
animusmods) wrote in towerofanimus2014-07-18 11:31 pm
Endgame: This is the Way the World Ends - RUANA
Characters: open to those who want to fight Ruana
Setting: the lower administrative levels
Format: action, please!
Summary: It's time to take control of the Tower.
Warnings: physical and psychological horror, violence
When everyone is assembled, Zo opens up a portal--rather, he rips into space violently, as if doing anything less will cause it to snap back shut again. The way the portal quivers and shakes at the edges, it really might. He'll hurry everyone through--and they'll all step into a bedroom. The bed in the center is decorated in pink, with a large canopy and curtains surrounding the bed itself. The curtains are closed. It's silent, but the pressure is so thick in the air it's a living thing all its own. It's completely silent.
Setting: the lower administrative levels
Format: action, please!
Summary: It's time to take control of the Tower.
Warnings: physical and psychological horror, violence
When everyone is assembled, Zo opens up a portal--rather, he rips into space violently, as if doing anything less will cause it to snap back shut again. The way the portal quivers and shakes at the edges, it really might. He'll hurry everyone through--and they'll all step into a bedroom. The bed in the center is decorated in pink, with a large canopy and curtains surrounding the bed itself. The curtains are closed. It's silent, but the pressure is so thick in the air it's a living thing all its own. It's completely silent.
fashionably late
We're going to end this now, Ruana. We'll end this here.
[She doesn't care that she's been glamoured back to normal, she doesn't care at all. Her gun is real, not fake. The dagger is real, too. And she has the bullets to cause severe damage should they connect.
She's going to do it. She'll kill Ruana or she'll die trying.]
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She threw a dagger and leaped forwards to try and attack with Ganondorf's dagger, trying to find a gap in the whirling defenses.]
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[He's done talking. Really, now is the time for doing not playing taunting tit-for-tat with Ruana of all people.
Sephiroth would have frowned at Nesir doing the same, had he not been avoiding the sharp whip-cracks that sing mere inches past his frame every time he looses a fireball at the swirling, snaking mass of metal around Ruana - both protecting her and giving her a weapon at the same time.
It's very much an ongoing dance on it's own, loosing fire in her direction, having it absorbed and then retaliatory tendrils snapping out for him in response, which he then has to dodge. Sephiroth continues his firey assault, the odd fireball let loose, followed by quick darting in seemingly-random directions, a dodge if needed; almost too fast for the naked eye to be seen.
This. This is being a distraction, as far as he's concerned. He needs to keep his attention as sharp as Ruana's metal ribbons are, yet at the same time still be aware of the space directly around him. It's her playground, with the very Glamour at her command like this.]
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Difficult! [The word rips out of his throat, raspy and loud to add to the commotion.] Just like a little girl!
[He's far too busy taunting her to waste more of his precious ammunition just yet. Besides, verbal distractions are distractions all the same, right?]
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[It's not the best of insults, but Ocelot doesn't care. She has her dagger and she has the gun, too. Both are real, both could do damage with or without the damn glamour up.
Despite her age, Ocelot is still fast, her knife drawn. She won't waste bullets on the tendrils, not right away. The bullets are too finite of a thing to waste before she has a proper window to attack Ruana, but she will use the dagger if it comes to blows, for the moment standing her ground, waiting for the moment to attack.]
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[Ruana laughs, shrill and unhinged, the shreds of the walls continuing to guard her against the blasts of fire while she draws up an electrical charge that surges impossibly through every surface in the room and arcs mightily from wall to wall and floor to ceiling.]
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Until the electricity anyways, she stops still as it bounces from the walls and ceilings, hoping that if she doesn't move it won't hit. Electricity is almost as bad as fire.]
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Sephiroth was careful not to dart himself into Nesir's line of fire also.
Then Ruana's pattern changes, and he finds that his latest dash to a new position almost ends up with him being directly in the line of an arc of lightning which powerfully leapt from an opposite wall in his direction. Sephiroth dropped instantly to a crouch to avoid the worst of it, though the residual charge licked like static within silver hair and across the tops of his shoulder armor.
He's strongly reminded of an encounter with a former resident, Hei. Though he could quickly build a resistance to lightning within his being, Sephiroth would rather not have to get struck by it at all-
Breath was caught as he suddenly had to roll away from another incoming spike of electricity keenly surging in his direction. Masamune was dismissed instantly in order to make the maneuver, uncomfortable as it was with his additional sword sheathed at his belt. It wasn't easy, considering he's not a small target like Nesir, for him to continue to do so -especially given his armor- but he couldn't keep up the fire-casting whilst having to dodge that much.]
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Nein! Electricity is my thing!
[His head is reeling and he's seeing stars from the arcs of lightning. If this goes on for too much longer, he's not sure he's going to be able to avoid getting hit.]
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[She moves gracefully while commanding the razor whips surrounding her. For a moment, the room simply crackles with static. And then she sends the whirling mass of deadly metal in a torrent straight towards Richtofen, augmented with huge bolts of lightning.]
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The metal hits his outstretched leg, and electricity courses through one leg and out the other. His own ragged shrieking sounds distant to him, with one eardrum blown out from the noise. The wound cauterizes before much blood is spilled, and the rancid scent of cooked flesh fills the air. Real or fake, glamour or not, it hurts.
Richtofen musters up enough strength to drag himself away a few inches. From the knee down, his left leg is gone, splattered in a mangled mess underneath the metal. He stares slack-jawed at the sight, remembering Aria's words, "At this point, there's no way she'd restore any of your bodies even if there was any power that would let her do it." So that's it? No more second chances? He just has to live like this, burnt and one-legged, if he survives at all? Hopelessness and rage intertwine, and he jerks his head and looks toward Ruana, seeing red.]
You--! Die! Die a rotten, violent death! FUCKING BURN IN HELL, YOU EVIL PIG!
[He claws at the floor as he shouts at her, spraying spit with every word, a vein throbbing in his temple. Eventually those words give way to more screeching, so mindless and frantic that he might as well be one of the zombies he loves so much.]
just threadjacking to save your crazy doctor, nothing to see here
[Throwing a potion at him, it's a healing potion and though it won't restore the leg it will heal the wound and the rest of him.]
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Richtofen's near-inhumane screeching instantly snapped Sephiroth's attention directly over to that side of the room. Almost delayed he then registered the thick scents of the shredded and charred meat of the Doctor's leg. Well they'd have been fools to think she was going to take it easy on any of them now. What was it he had said to Nesir; about how she'd enjoy ripping them apart whether it were a wire frame or a real body.
He saw other movement approach where Richtofen squirmed, still screeching, around on the floor but remained frozen still himself. Keeping eyes on the swirling mass of metal, but keeping his body low to the ground in a crouch he waited for if Ruana would deliver more attention in that direction, or if he might need to dodge more lightning with the force of released spring again first. If he could creep forwards in the meantime it might yet open up a window for a more substantial attack and boy was he ready to deliver it.
But he'd have to be so careful-]
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She didn't of course, her eyes flicked over at Richtofen. Seeing was easier, his leg was gone. But he was alive, just. She threw another knife, trying to judge a gap in the whips. She saw Sephiroth kneeling and thre another, if she kept Ruana's attention on her he might be able to do something that was actually damaging.]
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Curling his left hand around behind him Sephiroth charged up from a three-pointed lunge with as much momentum as the Glamour could afford him. Speed is essential for the quick attack and defense that would surely be required after his move. Once within the minimum range he twisted his left side forwards and pulled Masamune from the ether at the same time; his aim to deliver a brutal, kinetically charged uppercut slash into that gap on Ruana's opposite side.
He's prepared to have to turn the blade in front of him and block the inevitable counter he's expecting but indeed might press the attack further if given the window.]
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Though the combined efforts of Nesir and Sephiroth had some success, there's the loud sound of tearing as the stench of ozone fills the room, shortly after they strike Ruana. The air pulses once, thick with living pressure, and then an invisible force explodes outward from Ruana that pushes everyone back from her, momentarily debilitating in its force.]
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A moment later she stumbled backwards, hands coming up to protect herself against anything whilst she remembered how to see and breathe.