Fantasy Silent Rapture

[Naberius]

"Well, at least someone appreciates my terrible sense of humor. And don't worry. It's my job to make sure this thing doesn't hurt anybody. The boss would get testy if I lost this early on."

Gabriel flashed Harian a sideways grin. Humor was his most potent coping mechanism. He turned towards the rest of the group, some still getting to their feet.

"Everyone alright? We're going to need all hands on deck for this one. You can feel it in the air."

SilverFlight Everyone

 

[Crocodile]

Julian swore some as he picked himself up and dusted himself off. He'd been quiet until now, taking in and assessing all present. Wondering why he'd been dragged into this mad house of a scenario. Unfortunately he could guess why now as he saw the mould. He made a few gestures and uttered words of protection as he enchanted his suit with a shielding spell. His next action was to pull out a match and strike it as he muttered to it, the flame dancing and forming into a a more humanoid form about the size of a doll. It leapt down and started dashing about him and those close trying to burn away the encroaching demon mould.

"Definitely wasn't planning on dealing with demonic forces today... more fool me," Julian notes with a sigh as he started to working on recalling the best means to banish something like this if possible.

 

[Crazy Trey-n]

There weren't many ways less graceful to land than on your head and shoulders. Nero almost decided to lie dormant on the ground out of humiliation, until the very same feeling of pestilence that he'd felt upon entering the bar once again crept up his spine, to an almost overwhelming degree. He was on his feet and settled into a crouch within a fraction of a moment, forcing himself to ignore the mold creeping up between his bare toes.

"Something very evil is in that darkness," he whispered. The atmosphere was that of an abandoned tomb - stagnant and dead. "It really, really wants to get out, and we're clearly in the way."

Upon the djinn's insistence, he sifted through the satchel at his side and made sure that the card was still there, only buckling it back up after feeling the card's smooth surface between his fingers. It was the man with the pistol who spoke up first, and the words eased his mind in the slightest. Demons were real, so why wouldn't there be those who could banish them? "They say that the best way to get rid of a demon is with lots of exorcise..."

Gabriel was right; it was going to be one hell of a night.

 

[andujarprime]

Ayramis had been halfway through his new drink when the first rumble shook the bar. A look of confusion hit his face as he stared at his glass, then at the boy’s glass. “I’m not that drunk, right?” He muttered aloud before the second rumble and the sounds of glass breaking hit the air. “Shit! I’m definitely not that drunk!” A concerned look crossed his face as he noticed the magic illuminating the bar and placing protection along the patrons. His look extended to the bottles lining the wall. His scarf moved of it’s own accord, Harian’s words ringing in his ears as he snatched up the newly opened bottle of Macallan. “C’mere girl.” He whispered to the bottle as his scarf brought it close. In that instant, the third rumble shook the pub, and the ground splintered beneath him. Plunging him into darkness.

Ayramis found himself on his backside, confused, and in the dark. Though he had exceptional vision, he was still confused. He knew they should be beneath the bar, but the area was way too wide. And his surroundings didn’t look or feel like an ordinary basement. Harian’s Words came back to him and understanding dawned on him. With a flash of his eyes, his Ankh necklace flashed beneath his shirt and his Jackal companion was at his side. “What’s Europe’s version of Kansas bud? Cuz we sure aren’t there anymore Toto” he said as he got to his feet. He could see the other patrons standing and readying themselves. The demonic presence pressing down on his consciousness. He growled as he lifted his clutches glass to his lips frowning as he stared at the crushed glass. “Oh, that’s useless I guess” He shrugged. A small fire elemental illuminated the immediate area. He lifted the bottle of Macallan to his lips. Only to find that his scarf only held the upper half of the bottle. The last drips of the aged whiskey falling in front of him. “OH COME ON!!” He exclaimed, his temper beginning to rise as the voices of countless souls in his head began to build in volume. With a flick of his scarf the remains of the jagged bottle went flying into the darkness, to end in a dull thud. He looked around, again. Waiting for the source of this darkness to make itself known. “Uh, everyone okay?” He asked aloud, waiting.

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[KhazTheGiraffe]

Hino's head turned to the bartender who addressed him. She seemed rather happy to see him, which proved strange seeings as he had never seen her before today. He eyed her carefully as she waved him over.

"Right... But why do we all have one of these?" He asked. Unfortunately, he never got an answer to his question as all hell broke loose at that exact moment. Several shocks began to shake the building, and it was clear that it was of supernatural origin. The bartender, clearly surprised at the sudden earthquakes but not surprised that they were as a result of a demon being held in the basement, began giving out instructions. The next thing he knew, he was falling through the floor of the pub.

Despite the fall taking much longer than he expected, Hino landed hard on his back temporarily knocking the wind out of him. As he tried to collect himself, he couldn't help but wonder why falling, or rather being thrown, from great heights was a common theme in his life. It was obvious now that he shouldn't have come.

"I wasn't falling through the floor of pub's into a pile of mold at home," He grumbled as he stood up and brushed the fuzzy substance of his clothes. He had somehow managed to hold on to his card which he tucked away at the advice of the bartender. Hino could barely make out the other beings that had fallen through the floor with him, but almost everyone had seemed to had fallen just as hard as him. Most of them seemed quite alright, some were even cracking jokes to which Hino shook his head. The atmosphere of the former basement was very peculiar. The darkness, the smell, and of course the presence of an evil demon had Hino on alert. He felt that glamour slip as he began preparing for a fight. Power became to flow through his body, and volts of electricity crackled at his fingertips.

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[Lioness075]

Falarion had been thoroughly enjoying his spinning bar stool and had absolutely been content to keep teasing Harian for however long he could, but before he could retort about the friend misconception, the building began to shake. Stopping himself from spinning with a swift hand on the bar, Falarion frowned and began glancing around while some of the humans in the bar began to panic. As another rumble began, Falarion leapt to his feet and stumbled slightly while humans began fleeing the bar. Behind him, he heard Harian mutter something and he watched in awe as time seemed to freeze for the humans. She was quick to dive into a speech about the end of the world and so on, but Falarion was more intrigued by the frozen humans. He walked up to one of them, a young male with some wonderfully windswept hair in the moment. Curiously, Falarion began to reach out to poke him, but then the world seemed to go dark. With a yelp, Falarion disappeared.

Since he had moved farther away from the main group, Falarion ended up near the side of this demonic presence and instead of a face plant, he ended up on more of a creepy and mucous slide. Gross, yet entertaining. As he slid down, Falarion dropped his Glamour to focus on what lay ahead and his tail flew up to smack him in the face as he spun around. "Bleh," he said as he spat out some fur. Not how he had envisioned his day going, if he was being honest.

As he got a view of the group collecting themselves just ahead, Falarion grinned and threw up his arms while shouting, "Incoming!"

He then promptly slid into the legs of into the unusually cold female of the group. A surprised yelp escaped Falarion while he reached out his arms to try and catch her and cushion her fall. He was successful with a soft gasp since he ended up being the cushion himself.

Once he slowly slid to a halt at the edge of the group, Falarion looked back at them with his vision upside-down now. "Did I miss anything?" He asked while trying to act as if his entrance was the most casual thing to happen all day.

A moment later, he felt a sudden intense sensation of goosebumps and shivering all over his body and realized that this woman was the tundra that had been in the bar. Abruptly, he sat up and shoved her to the side and off of him. Narrowing his eyes, Falarion realized this probably was not something people should do in a social setting and wondered if an apology would even be worth much after that. He quickly climbed to his feet and shuffled a few steps away before saying, "Uh, sorry! You're really cold. Literally."

He took this moment to note the overtly creepy and gross demonic thing that they seemed to now be inside of. Or perhaps they were simply on top of it. It was difficult to tell and he had to wonder where it began and ended. It almost looked like an infestation of some kind to him. Curiously, he poked a part that was taking over a wall and made a disgusted face when it squished. "This really goes beyond the whole 'fungus among us' saying."
SilverFlight GamerCarrot @ the rest of the group

 

[MrBossMan]

Phillip intercepted the card Harian slid to him with the bottom of his vodka bottle. Casting a crescent moon water ring over the owl image. Looking at it through the glass Phillip was staring directly into the magnified ink eye of the bird. Only looking away when it blinked at him, disappearing with a flutter of shadow as a bar light flickered above. He nodded with understanding, Thanatos had warned him he'd be watching.

To much weighed on his mind for him to address the strangers accusations. Luckily he didn't have to as it wasn't long after that the floor shook. Chaos crept into the bars atmosphere in the form of dark tendrils. The blind mortals panicked like they always do. Phillip was half tempted to flee with them but he knew he'd be damned if he did. As if to sever his free will directly from him the darkness ate through the floor beneath his feet.

Phillip fell along with a sizable chunk of the bar.

Momentarily dazed and probably unconscious Phillip came to trapped in a corner wall. The section of bar table he had previously been sitting at was now resting firmly over his two legs. He could tilt up and rest his back against the wall but for the most part he was pinned. Looking around in the murky darkness Phillip could only make out various shades of grey.

That is until he saw someone spark a match. He could feel sweat dripping down his forehead, blinding him when it sank in his eyes. Not giving up just yet he mustered a violent push against the object pinning him. A roar of struggle escaped his mouth. Ultimately leading to failure as he was unable to get it off of him.

Suddenly he heard voices and knew he wasn't alone. He saw light, brighter than the match he saw earlier, but still it was hard to see. He wiped his eyes and when looking at his hands he saw blood. He wasn't sweating he was bleeding.

"One of you gonna help me get this damn table off me?" He said, not in any way hiding his frustration. Then under his breath for only him to hear, "I already regret joining this stupid crusade."

 

[GamerCarrot]

As the building began to shake and the world around them froze Hayle looked around and seeing everyone that was human was frozen in time, she had also noticed the man standing next to her earlier was now poking someones cheek which made her chuckle a little. But before she could turn around and ask Harian what was going on the world around her suddenly plunged into darkness, stepping away from what once was the area of the bar she looked around nervously then suddenly felt the sensation of something truly demonic... that wasn't her. She looked at the gross demonic mess around them and she was getting more concerned, how did they end up here? What was going on?

Before she could open her mouth to say something she suddenly heard someone shout out to her, before she could step out of the way the guy she met earlier crashed into her causing her to fall on top of him. "Are you okay?" she asked as she looked down at the guy, before he even gave her an answer she was pushed off him. Feeling a little hurt by suddenly being pushed she stood up and sighed knowing full well why he did it "It's okay... I can't exactly help it I'm cold by nature." she smiled at him and rubbed the back of her neck stepping back a little so that the cold didn't bother him too much. Now that it was over and done with she looked around at everyone and saw Harian looked panicked and said something about keeping their cards on them, diving her hand into her pocket she felt the card was still there and she wondered why exactly they needed to keep them on their person.
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[The Velveteen Rabbit]

Kiyomi
Location: The World's End
Interaction: Phillip + Everyone

At the sight of the steaming liquid pouring into the small cup, Kiyomi's pale gaze lit up like a flame, excitement dawning on her delicate features. She took the glass giddily, cupping it with both hands and bringing it close to her nose. The white-haired woman inhaled deeply and then let out a soft sigh as the flowery aroma filled her lungs. With a small smile, she winked at Harian who continued to stand across from her, clearly thanking her for the drink. Kiyomi lifted the glass to her lips and her eyes fluttered shut, preparing to taste the sugary alcohol mingle with her taste buds and rush down her throat.

However, that impending moment was rudely interrupted by a loud crash and the ground splitting in two beneath her. Pitch black tendrils slipped through the crevasses in the ruined floorboards, licking the fresh air hungrily. The impact shook the entire bar like a mini earthquake, and soon enough, the drink resting soundly between Kiyomi's fingers fell, breaking the glass into smithereens and spilling the contents of the sake. She watched in horror as the sweet liquid slipped through the cracks like a drain.

Kiyomi clenched her fists and her eye twitched.

"Why I never! How RUDE."

As those words left her mouth, the destroyed floor of the bar finally decided to collapse, taking every patron along with it as the shadows consumed the group. There was a flash of white light briefly, scaring away a small amount of darkness in the desolate basement below. Kiyomi's body was swallowed by the blinding light, her silhouette disappearing and morphing into the shape of a fox as she fell. Unlike a few of the others who had toppled to the moldy ground in a heap, she floated down gently, landing on all fours. She had transformed into a white fox that was around the size of a large dog, nine long tails protruding out from behind her and two white flaming orbs floating above them. The magical white flames managed to fight away a bit of the induced shadows and created a small clearing of light for the group. Despite the presence of a powerful demon, Kiyomi's demeanor did not change, and she chuckled to herself softly, remaining quite calm.

"Oh, how boring. Demons are always so generic. Grimy mold and shadows? There's no fun in that," she commented lightheartedly. Her ears perked up, flicking to the side at the sound of a man grunting beside her in an annoyed tone. Kiyomi padded over to him and bent down, sinking her teeth into the edge of the table on top of him and pulling it effortlessly off of his crumpled body. The light emitting from the two floating orbs illuminated Phillip's face, as well as the area surrounding him and the group. At the sight of the blood, her blue eyes widened slightly.

"You're hurt... May I help you?" She asked him in a gentle voice, tilting her head to the side as she inspected the wound carefully. It must be rather odd to be in such close proximity of a magical white Kitsune, but Kiyomi payed no attention to Phillip's reaction, and instead chose to ignore the darkness around her as she awaited his response. It would've been very unlike Kiyomi to ignore someone in a time of need like this. Although she'd never met any of these individuals before, her natural protectiveness was taking hold.

MrBossMan

 

[MrBossMan]

It wasn't long before his call for help was answered. Soft white light resonated off two tiny orbs floating in the air. He couldn't quite make out what the source of the light was. The bar counter was effectively blocking the angle. His curiosity was answered in the form of an elegant white fox. When the creature abruptly came into Phillip's view his hands instinctively rose to cover his eyes. The light was to bright for his eyes to take in all at once.

As if to signify that it meant no harm Phillip could only watch as the animal griped the counter edge in its jaw. Seemingly void of any real effort the large fox lifted the counter off of him. Phillip's hands went straight to work massaging the life back into his legs. Blood from his forehead dripping down and falling on his leather jacket. His head jolted to the side when the fox spoke, it offered help and Phillip stared into the creatures blue eyes.

The curse immediately took hold, his irises shifting colors so quickly they looked like a blended rainbow. He suddenly felt her essence, knew enough to know she was more than mortal. A slow smile crept across his face, in the damp, moldy, cold cellar Phillip felt warm. He felt alive and at peace, which made him feel secure. Then as quickly as it came the feeling was gone. His eyes stopped changing color so rampantly and settled into a foggy grey. He had just experienced a taste of life through Kiyomi's eyes.

"I'm fine," he said in a dismissive manner "we've more important things to deal with." He wiped the blood from his hairline with a dirty forarm. Then rose to his feet and stretched tall, a slight pain in his legs but nothing to detrimental. He glanced down at the fox, a little smaller than his waist, he'd forgot what little manners he had.

"Thank you," he said to her "now we need to get with the others."

 

[SilverFlight]

Between Gabriel, the monkey and the pale child-human Nero, Harian suddenly wondered how bad it would be to have her essence torn apart and eaten by a pestilence demon.
"I'm going to die surrounded by morons..." She lamented, getting up and dusting herself free of the noxious mould. "Kid, I'm really starting to wonder if you and Joph are related."
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Both Gabe and Ayramis were making sure no one was dead. Yes, that was probably a good call. Harian hadn't thought of that.
"In one piece, for now." She answered them.
Naberius andujarprime

Harian made a face of disgust at the spores floating in the air. "I wouldn't breath in too deeply here. Jophiel's ward spell in those cards will protect you from disease, but not demonic corrosion. Which could also be a factor here."
She heard Zoya's voice not far away.
"Oh, it doesn't want to kill you for fun, it'll catch you, suck your essence out and use it to grow strong enough to break through the barrier I set upstairs. So, we should probably try and go into this with some semblance of a plan."
She looked about the room, taking a head count. Good, it looked like most people were up and alive.
"Jophiel would have laid sigils down to bind the demon, weaken it so we could kill it, but with all this mould I can't see an inch of floor. If we can find the sigils and activate them, we might just stand a chance. Oh, and by the way, if anyone but a god or a human tries to touch the sigils, they...sort of might burst into flames."

Something moved in her peripheral vision and made her jump. It darted back into the shadows as quick as is appeared. A sound on her left and again, the thing scurried away before she could catch a glimpse of it.
Then it was there, sitting on a high pile of mould in plain sight, dead, white eyes fixed on her: It was a rat. It's fur was mangy and missing in large patches. Festering boils crowded it's skin and puss leaked from gaping holes in flesh.
Harian didn't eat, but she could appreciate the concept of vomiting when she saw the thing, the dancing firelight making it look all the more disturbing.
Suddenly there was another, seemingly appeared from nowhere, and another, and then another.
A low hissing sound like running water began to pick up, all around them. The darkness was twitching excitedly, and it was only when Harian looked, when she really looked, that she saw them. Hundreds of them. The sound wasn't running water at all. It was feet. A river of tiny little, plague-ridden feet.
Without warning, on some unheard signal, the rats attacked.

Harian was the closest, she launched a fireball into their midst, and though some bodies burned, one managed to break through the flame and latch it's tiny broken teeth into her hand.
Pain lanced up her arm, strong enough to make her cry out. She flung the creature against a crate and burned it to ash, but the wound on her hand continued to grow, and gave off a noxious black smoke.
"So! Turns out the rats have demonic poison. It's corrosive, probably right down to your souls. Don't let them bite you."
Harian curled her lip at the vermin and shifted, her panther form seemed appropriate, and for added measure, she summoned her brightest yellow flames, setting the entire form ablaze from teeth to tail.
The wound slowed its growth but only slightly, Harian was now on a timer, kill the demon before its poison killed her. Wonderful.

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Plague Rat Servant of one of the higher forms of pestilence demon. These small but potent monsters contain a magic-born poison in their saliva that slowly consumes the souls of their victims. Humans are highly affected some being consumed in minutes, demons, gods and spirits will be consumed more slowly, the poison sometimes taking hours. The process is very painful. They are fast, though relatively weak and generally attack in hordes of several hundred. Counteracting the poison can be done in 2 ways: Divine purification of the wound or the destruction of the demon that is in control. Battle info: - You are in control. As this is not a boss there will be no dice, so your characters are free to kick butt, or get their butts kicked, as you see fit. - Harian has been poisoned and will deteriorate throughout the fight unless she is healed with divine magic.

The divine sigils Jophiel, before he vanished likely planted four divine sigils somewhere about the room, which need to be activated with intent. The floor where they would be however is covered with demonic mould and they are obscured from view. They must be touched in order to be activated and can be activated by divine beings and humans only. Lioness075 andujarprime The Velveteen Rabbit Naberius Crocodile Crazy Trey-n KhazTheGiraffe MrBossMan

 

[Naberius]

It happened in an instant. The smile that came so easily to Gabriel's face was gone, replaced by a blank mask. The quips, jokes, and humor were gone. His body went on autopilot, years of muscle memory and raw violent instinct taking over as his mind went blank.

He spun quickly, finger fanning the trigger of the gun that had seen him through countless battles. Eagle sharp eyes found their targets, each fired round finding its mark. Blood, ichor, brain matter, and mold erupting from the slain foes as the .45s turned them into small, gore-filled pinatas. Speed and reflexes at the very peak of human ability carried him across the floor, a whirling typhoon of blood and death. This was his job, his duty. He had stopped considering things, stopped thinking entirely and let the bloodlust take over. He barely noticed as one of the creatures lunged at his throat, his offhand catching it mid-air and crushing it into paste. Another crushed beneath his boot. His duster protected him from most of the minor assaults, giving him enough time to rid himself of any rats unfortunate enough to try and cling to it. Seizing a bottle of alcohol that had made a safe journey to the bottom, he smashed the bottom against a wall, turning it into a makeshift dagger. Wielding the instrument in ruthless fashion, he made short work of any of the creatures that came for him. But it wasn't himself he was worried about. He danced, dodged, and parried his way towards the others, having become slightly separated in his one-man army approach to the current situation. He took up a defensive position near the others as he forced his mind back into rational thought. He saw what the bite had done to Harian, and was worried about the others. He had no idea who or what they were and how well they would hold up once bitten, and focused his attention on defending the members of the group who seemed to have the least combat experience. He was not used to fighting as a unit, but his all-too-soft heart would not allow him to wander away when there were innocent people he could protect.

"Everybody stay together, I have a really dumb idea!"

He aimed his gun up, back towards where they had fallen, and shot loose part of the shelving that held the bottles of alcohol. Snatching one out of the air, he ripped the stopper out with his teeth. Using his gore-covered broken bottle, he sliced a strip of cloth from his shirt, stuffing it into the opening. It had been his experience that very few things actively enjoyed being set on fire.


SilverFlight

 

[SilverFlight]

Harian clenched her teeth as the pain gnawed at her paw. The rats converged upon her if she stayed still, so she had to keep moving, dodging back and forth, sending flames running into their lines, singing fur and flesh before vanishing. The sound of gunfire caught her attention as Gabe lay into the enemy with deadly precision. Harian couldn't deny that the level of carnage was impressive. It was when he broke the first bottle however that she began to form an idea.
When he brought the rest of the bar crashing down Harian leapt toward the falling bottles, not away. They hit the floor like liquid bombs, spraying class and alcohol everywhere, covering the rats in the immediate area. Harian was grinning savagely, the djinn fire licking her body. She lifted one flaming paw and set it to the growing pool.
Fire swept across a six foot radius almost instantly, burning away the mould and the rats alike. So this was what teamwork felt like.
She couldn't help but smile her panther smile at Gabe. This might actually be fun.
Naberius

 

[Naberius]

Gabriel stopped working on his Molotov to look around. Impressed, he actually managed an expression what wasn't a smile or pure, blind savagery.

"Well, sure beats my idea. We make it out of this, drinks are on me, Inhuman Torch."

He had nothing better to do with the bottle, so he lobbed it towards the already roaring flames, adding to the chaos. Leaping clear of the searing flames, Gabriel came to rest next to the only one he currently considered a friend, regardless of what she might have to say on the matter. She would hate him for this, but he could live with that.

"You're hurt. How are you holding up? Scratch that, get behind me. No arguing. You're as stubborn as I am, and I get that. But no one dies here today. Do what you can about that wound. The fire should keep them at bay for a few moments. It should burn away enough of the mold so that we can find those sigils. This isn't what you want to hear, but you're officially on the bench for now. I'll keep you covered."

He didn't wait for a reply. He let his mind go blank again, slashing stabbing and shooting any of the creatures that tried to leap over the flames, bits of gore cascading across the battlefield. Like a tidal-wave of savage brutality, Gabriel disregarded his own safety and the wellbeing of his own body, fully committing to protecting as many people as he could. For a moment, his eyes even seemed to flicker a deep shade of crimson. A trick of the light? Or something more....?

SilverFlight

 

[Feywild]

Zoya’s eyes narrowed in scrutiny at Harian’s comment, “Wow that really reassures me thanks sweetie.” She tutted sarcastically, violet eyes rolling as she yanked the long pointed pin from her hair to be a makeshift weapon, grinning as her pale locks floated around her. Fighting was fun, usually, just because this had strings attached shouldn’t make it too different. That rancid air she despised was going to have to work for her today, so it whirled, encircling her body as she spied the first of those foul rats and blasted.

It was satisfying watching them fly, there’d been a close call where she’d missed one but she’d caught it in the eye with her pretty pin, not so pretty now it was stained in demon blood and pus. Her fear had melted away at this point, replaced with an invigoration only fighting could muster within her. Then her eyes caught the flames that were scorching the mould and rats, her smile twisted and became wicked like a wildfire as she spun her hands and turned it into a mini fire tornado she could move and aim at the ratty army, quirking her eyebrows excited when it was continuing to destroy mould and harm those disgusting creatures.

“I’ll try burn more so we can find those sigils but I don’t know how long the fire will last!” She called out, beginning to float as she started her own battle dance, an unearthly composure filtering over her continued her firenado destruction, blocking out everyone else as she focused.

SilverFlight Naberius

 

[andujarprime]

Ayramis watched as the corrupted vermin began making their way out of the shadows, he sneered in disgust. “Vermin, no surprise there sadly.” He muttered. He realized everyone was beginning to get to their feet and he listened to Harian. Nodding once before he sent his Jackal bounding into the dark with a mental prod. Looking for remnants of magic to find at least 1 sigil. The room lit up to the side of him and the air shifted, and he winced as the air erupted in gunfire, followed by exploding glass. “Effective indeed. Poor liquor.” He said aloud as his eyes lit with a pale green energy. Seconds later several of the rats that were making their way to him squealed in agony as their souls were ripped from them. It was a chilling sound, and the souls fueled his staff as it lengthened from a cane in an eerie glow. The darkness seemed to be pushing against he fire light, making its way around the small fire twister as more rats creeped out of the darkness. Once more Ayramis tapped into his power, and once more the haunted squeak of agony rose as souls were ripped from the twisted, disease ridden little carcasses. A sharp yip from the darkness alerted Ayramis to his Jackal’s success. “I’ve got eyes one one SIGIL!” He alerted the group, his eyes glowing the same green as his staff. SilverFlight Naberius Feywild

 

[KhazTheGiraffe]

Hino watched in disgust as hundreds of unearthly rats began to surround the group of misfits. Small bolts of electricity fired out of the tips of his fingers at the rats nearest to him. Each time a rat was hit it sprung in the air and began smoking before it hit the ground. Adjusting to his ground attacks, some of the rats began lunging in the air at Hino. He was able to dodge the first one in time, and grabbed his long knife out of its sheath before the others followed. He waved his arm across his body and sliced a rat in half, then gracefully flicked his wrist and did it to another, all the while frying the rats at his feet with his other hand. He was turning into quite the rat assassin.

Fire erupted from nearby which temporarily held the rats back. Hino went to help the bartender who had been bitten by one of the rats, but when he got there she was already being taken care of by the man from earlier.

"I'll help find the sigils as well." He shouted over the sound of the rats, the fire, and the various sound of battle. He turned around and began firing lightning bolts from his hands towards the floor. Each time he did, patches of mold would dissolve and the what was left of the basement would light up in its entirety for a fraction of a second. Hino looked up briefly during one of the flashes and quickly dropped his eyes back to the floor after seeing just how many rats there were. He almost wished that he hadn't seen that, after all ignorance is bliss. He sliced and electrocuted his way to one of the corners of the room where he struck another patch of mold. It fizzled away like the other patches, but this time there was something underneath. The edge of what appeared to be angelic markings.

"I found one! But how do I-" A beam of light shot out of the sigil, knocking him backward. He had touched it while he was brushing the rest of the mold off.

SilverFlight Naberius Feywild @ anybody else

 

[Lioness075]

Before Falarion could offer his help, another of their group reached their pinned companion and helped him out. Surveying the mess they were now in, Falarion put his hands on his hips and said, "Well, we're in quite the pickle right about now."

Harian began to explain the spores and such of this area while Falarion kicked at some mold nearby and made a face. Sure enough, some spores of demonic bleh began to rise into the air. Very disgusting. As Harian moved on to discuss a plan of action, Falarion perked up and then tapped his chin thoughtfully. The sigils were definitely their best bet, but being unable to see them was not helpful at all. Luckily for the group, Falarion was rather skilled in dispelling evil of all kinds. To a degree anyways.

Before he got a chance to mention this, the rats began to swarm. Falarion saw one bite Harian and his eyes widened at how she reacted. She was right, those bites were no joke and now she was in dire need of help. Pushed to action by the sight of this, Falarion quickly yanked out his bo staff from the case it had been inside of on his back. With a grim expression, he swept it out in front of him and knocked aside a number of the zombie rats. In this brief opening, he shouted, "I can see fairly well in here despite the darkness-" He paused to strike at another small swarm and watched with satisfaction as a number of them slammed into a wall and fell still. "-and I can dispel evil beings, to a degree. Everyone who is able to, seek out the sigils. I can help keep these rats at bay!"

With that, Falarion's staff began to glow brightly and his eyes lit up as well. He then let out a guttural yell as he leapt in front of Harian and spun in a circle, his bo staff out in front of him and striking many of the rats in one sweeping strike. As the staff hit each rat, it shrieked and almost instantaneously turned to ash that would slowly fall into a tiny pile on the ground. After he cleared a small area, he also struck down on the mold and watched with satisfaction as the gross mass seemed to shrink and dissipate at his strikes. He was able to clear a small square area to reveal the basement floor before the rats grew brave and began to swarm towards him again. Gritting his teeth, Falarion's eyes and staff continued to light up a small area around him while he began striking down the rats once more.
SilverFlight @ the rest of the group

 

[GamerCarrot]

Hayle stood there and watched as Harian got hurt, her face having pure concern seeing how painful being bitten by one of these rats would be. She wished that she could heal but with her demonic powers she couldn't do anything but freeze the wound and that could be dangerous. All of a sudden she heard a squeak behind her, a few dozen rats standing there watching her. The sores on their bodies oozing and making even Hayle herself want to vomit. Without much warning one jumped up at her, taking her by surprise. Reacting as quickly as she could she grabbed the rat by its neck so that it couldn't bite her, it's teeth bared at her trying to bite her but more trying to struggle out of her grip smirking she stopped controlling her cold nature and began chilling the rat with just her touch. Throwing the rat back at the group she could see it shivering from the intense cold she just made it suffer.

Diving her hand into the bag she always carried on her she pulled out a water bottle, to anyone else it would seem weird she was just randomly grabbing a drink for herself but to her it was her only weapon. Opening the lid she poured some of the water out and froze it in the air, grabbing the ice shard she just created she closed the bottle and placed it into her bag once again. As she used her magic to break the shards into pieces the markings on her body began to glow a bright blue, her glamour hiding her horns were still there but since she was using her magic she couldn't quite hide the glow. The rats seeing she was concentrating began to charge at her to attack and bite her in the process but she quickly reacted flicking her wrist and impaling every single one with a shard of ice, even though this was demonic work at play she didn't feel bad in the slightest about killing these creatures since they were hurting the people she hoped to be her friends. Removing the shards of ice from the bodies she made them surround her body ready to use them once again to attack anymore of these disgusting creatures. "Is anyone else bitten? How are you doing Harian?" she asked with concern. As she turned her head to look at Harian she noticed the man she was just pushed off of earlier was dealing with a few rats but he seemed to hadn't noticed one behind him, as it jumped in the air Hayle reacted "Watch out!" she flicked her wrist and sent a single shard of ice past the mans head and impaling the rat against the wall. She let out a small sigh "Sorry! I didn't get you did I?" she asked with concern. She started looking around more and noticed a few people not paying attention behind them, one was especially distracted and hadn't noticed the rat behind him baring its teeth at him as it tried to bite his arm. Using a different shard she sent it flying towards the man and impaled the rat.

SilverFlight Lioness075 andujarprime

 

[andujarprime]

Lightning erupted in the darkness behind him. Rats sizzled and squeaked. Shortly after he heard a new voice. One that he hadn’t recognized, exclaimed that he was going to go look for the other sigils. He nodded in acknowledgment as he turned to where his Jackal stood in the darkness waiting. Snarling and swiping at the plague rats. Soon a flash lit the basement as the first sigil was activated. Ayramis felt a pulse of angelic energy, he brushed some mold off his coat as he turned towards it. “I’ll get this one then!” He shouted as he turned from the rat corpses and ran into the dark towards his sigil. He tried not to spend too much energy so he focused his attacks on the rats in his way. He felt the temperature in the room drop once more. Seconds later he felt a cold breeze shoot past his face, then the squeal of a rat from above. He had been so focused on getting to the sigil, he missed a rat dropping from above. The breeze came from an icicle shooting past him to inpale the rat. He stopped running for a second than looked at it, and looked back. A nervous smile on his lips “Thanks!! Not sure how I missed that one!” He exclaimed before making his way to the sigil. A little more cautious now. He followed the energy he sensed to a corner, the jackal sat there looking at the brick lining the wall. He could tell it was brick underneath the dusty mold. He used his wrappings to wipe away a section. Then placed an open palm on the angelic markings. A pillar of light and angelic energy erupted out from the markings. It flashed past his face, his eyes shutting in the blinding light. “Second sigil activated!!” He announced, although he was sure everyone would be able to tell. The jackal yipped as it continued to swipe at rats.

GamerCarrot SilverFlight KhazTheGiraffe

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

Kiyomi
Location: The World's End - Basement
Interaction: Phillip and Harian

At the sight of Phillip's eyes rapidly changing colors upon meeting hers, Kiyomi appeared to be mesmerized, if not only for a moment. As soon as the vibrant hues appeared, they were gone in an instant, returning to a light grey that resembled dark clouds heavy with rain. She blinked curiously but chose to remain quiet about the strange phenomenon that just occurred. The man dismissed her help much to her dismay and rose to his feet. Worry continued to litter the furry features on her face, however she did not object to his needs.

She bowed her head in acknowledgement briefly.

"As you wish. I will be nearby if you need me." The fox responded quietly before returning her attention to the real problem at hand. Her blue eyes scanned the darkness around them, never taking her gaze away from the shadows as Harian spoke up behind her. While Kiyomi listened, the fur on the back of her neck naturally began to rise as she felt the aura of small, evil presences suddenly surrounding them. It was growing alarmingly fast, and the white Kitsune instinctively took multiple steps backwards, positioning herself protectively outside of the group. A black blur sped by the outskirts of the light emitting from the white orbs and skittered back into the dark. Despite the visible threat, she watched and waited with a calm and patient demeanor. A symphony of hisses arose in a deafening song throughout the moldy basement, and without a moment of hesitation, the pus-filled rats attacked all at once.

Kiyomi rubbed her long nine tails together and a powerful white flame sparked to life, surrounding her aura and brightening the dark room almost entirely. Her paws began to glow with foxfire, burning the mold into a crisp with every step forward. Several of the mangy rodents leaped towards her at the same time, their jaws wide and teeth a grotesque mixture of yellow and black as plaque ate away at their gums. Without even so much as a glance of acknowledgement, her tails flicked forward, throwing individual streams of white flame at the flying rats with great precision. They were incinerated instantly as the white fire met their mangled bodies and they fell into mini piles of ash, small grey flakes drifting softly to the floor.

The rotten creatures could barely get close to the fox without being destroyed and Kiyomi continued to launch the foxfire into the darkness, killing every rat within her line of sight. There was a painful cry to her left and her eyes swiveled to the side immediately to witness one of the rats latch onto Harian's arm, leaving behind a black festering wound. Without a moment of hesitation, the fox bounded over to Harian in one giant leap, her flaming paws leaving behind a wake of tiny patches exposing the wooden floor below the mold.

Kiyomi skidded to a halt beside Harian and faced the darkness before them. Suddenly, her eyes began to glow. A white fire spilled from her jaws that dripped to the floor, and with a large huff, the fox expelled it outwards, creating a protective wall of flame in front of the Djinn that blocked any incoming enemies from skittering their way. A few mindless rats tried to leap through, but they were immediately burned alive.

She rose onto her hind legs and placed her fore paws onto the wound.

"Hold still, if you can. This will only take a moment." Kiyomi whispered to her reassuringly and closed her eyes. A bright light shined brightly beneath her paws, expelling a gentle warmth onto the wound and into the air around them. The skin began to repair and the blackened smoke subsided like the bite was never there. With every inch of power that she used, Kiyomi could feel her body begin to weaken. The poison had vanished and the corrosion had stopped, but it was clear that the fox had used a significant amount of power, and the orbs behind her dimmed ever so slightly. The light disappeared and Kiyomi released Harian from her grasp, now standing on all fours. Her magical energy was significantly depleted and the flaming wall that had protected them before dissipated in the blink of an eye.

"That should feel better." She spoke momentarily to Harian, flashing her a gentle smile.

Rats continued to pour from every direction, and despite her exhaustion, Kiyomi continued to fight. A rat propelled itself towards Harian with snapping jaws and the white fox leaped up, swiftly catching it in midair and crushing it between her teeth, the fire rising from her throat evaporating the rodent into ash. She landed back onto the soft, moldy floor and continued to flick streams of fire at any rat she saw, fighting both her exhaustion and the enemy. She tried her best not to show it, but her limbs were beginning to shake. Healing a fatal wound was no joke and it took a heavy toll on the mind and body. With a grimace, Kiyomi used every bit of magical power she had left to defend those around her.
SilverFlight MrBossMan @ anyone else

 

[Naberius]

One of the others had tended to Harian's wound. Gabriel, now free to go back on the offensive, produced a pendant from around his neck. A simple chain holding a small set of brass scales. Greek lettering on the side read 'Adrestia'. Gripping it tightly, he began a strange chant.

"Kai oi poiménes tha eímaste, Gia séna, kýrié mou, gia séna. I exousía katévike apó to chéri sou, Gia na borésoun ta pódia mas na ektelésoun tachéos tin entolí Sou. Tha ríxoume loipón éna potámi pros to méros Kai gemátos psychés tha eínai pánta."
(For anyone who has a character that speaks Greek, check the spoiler tag!)

Spoiler: English Translation

"And shepherds we shall be, For Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee And teeming with souls shall it ever be."

The small icon pulsed momentarily with an angry red light. Gabriel was no mage, no caster or sorcerer. But he knew a thing or two about hedge magic. Simple, minor workings barely even able to be considered magic. But they had their uses. This particular incantation was one of his own design. As the light faded from the charm, it turned to ash. Nearby, a pale red gleam marked what he was looking for. Underneath debris from the collapsed floor, barely peaking out and half-hidden by the clinging growth of the black mold, was one of the sigils. He just hoped one of the others noticed quickly. The chants effects were limited, lasting only a minute or less.

Gabriel focused his attention back on the hordes of enemies, going back on the offensive. He put his handgun away, having emptied the magazine and the spare he had in his pocket already. He took up a strange, swaying stance and went to work crushing, stabbing and slashing vermin like the world's most brutally graceful exterminator.

SilverFlight

 

[MrBossMan]

"No need," he replied to the white fox "I'll be right behind you." Phillip didn't want to trek in the moldy cellar with no light. Especially alone. When Kiyomi pawed her way to the others he stepped in sync alongside her. Keeping close to her nine tails and the soft white orbs that hovered above them.

Phillip was wiping his bloody forehead when the sound of the rats came. A collective hissing before the swarm arrived in mass. In the chaos Phillip was separated from Kiyomi, whom jumped back instinctually and with grace. Phillips retreat was much less calculated; instantly falling over boxs in the opposite direction of the hoard. He crawled, through the muck and moldy debris, all the way back to the main group. Swatting and kicking at the rats which got to close to him.

When he finally reached the others Phillip rose off his hands and knees and began to wipe them clean. The mold making him sick and uncomfortable. He could see a human, clutching a necklace and uttering a simple greek incantation. The various divine beings of the group pouring out their elemental magic, incinerating rats in vast quantities. Harians forearm looked horrendous, black as char, the posion slowly consuming her. Kiyomi lept into his view and amongst the others, her orbs of light kept the dark tendrils away from everyone.

Phillip thought about running to Harian, surely the price he'd pay wouldn't be to severe. Especially since the posion was still in the early stages. Amidst all the chaos he should do something, however he didn't even take a step towards the Djinn. Instead Kiyomi climbed on her injured arm. Brilliant white light came from her paws, smoke rising from Harians wound.

When the ordeal was over Phillip instantly recognized the light dimming from Kiyomi's two orbs. Her energy was draining, the dark tendrils festering around the group ever more closely. The human whom was clutching his necklace finished his greek chant. Phillip noticed the mans necklace turn to ash, and its prior red glow. Following his gaze Phillip saw the same eerie red glow coming from a pile of debris. When that faded too all that was left was a soft glow. A sigil!

"Cover me!" He screamed as loud as he could over the roar of battle surrounding him. Leaping over as many of the rats as he could Phillip went into a dead sprint towards the sigil. Landing his feet carelessly over anything in his path, courtesy of the biker boots he borrowed from the unsung hero upstairs.

He said a silent prayer as he ran, hoping all he'd have to do to open the sigil was touch it. Close enough to slide Phillip did so, his bloody hand smearing the sigil as he passed it. Carried forward by his momentum Phillip came out of his slide and back into a sprint. The plagued rats biting and nibbling at his thick boots and leather jacket. He was forced to stop by the brick wall, slamming into it with a thud. Turning around with his back pressed against it and nowhere to run Phillip could only watch as the rats started to swarm him.

It'd be moments until they were upon him. He hoped the sigils would spark to life quickly. However he put no faith in angelic magic, at least not enough. The cursed one closed his eyes and gently grabbed his silver chain.

Not wanting to use it's power.

 

[Crazy Trey-n]

The moment that Harian sent a fireball blazing into the mass of infected rats was when all hell broke loose, sending both the plagued swarm and the group into action. Within seconds, a fiery mini-tornado was raging about, a bo-staff was sweeping the ground in wide arcs, bullets and ice shards flew, and a large portion of the ground had been set ablaze. Between even just a few of these odd beings and their even stranger abilities, large swathes of the plague-ridden rats were being killed off by the dozen.

It was all Nero could do to survive.

He dodged, ducked and dove between both the oncoming rats and the various attacks slung around by his new companions. Through some stroke of luck, he ended up in the midst of the beings who battled the horde, wide-eyed, coiled as tensely as a loaded spring and clearly dazed by his surroundings. A quick glance around the hectic room was all he needed to take in the environment; Harian was now healed and the third sigil had just been activated, yet the longer he watched, the worse the situation looked. The mysterious man in biker gear had managed to get himself cornered by a portion of the rats and despite the diligent fighting spirit of everyone surrounding him, the possibility that they could hold the line forever was bleakly slim. Something had to happen soon, or the death-ridden room would not only end their lives, but spread into the world above as well.

'To your right, boy...' For once, the voice hadn't sent a chill up his spine and lacked the same malcontent tone that it normally held, seeming nearly amused, instead. He looked to his right through the sea of chaos and saw it gleaming faintly below a mound of moss: the last sigil. Harian's words resounded at the forefront of his mind, 'If we can find the sigils and activate them, we might just stand a chance.'

Quiet and quick, he lunged through the mass of rats toward the mound where he'd last seen the glow. The room was far flatter than the forests he'd grown up in, but years of running free and wild had left him practiced for just this. He weaved between writhing, plagued bodies and bounded between what sparse furniture littered the floor. There was no mistaking that the darkness had grown unnaturally dense the further away from the group he went. Coupled with the deafening silence that sealed away all sounds of the battle behind him, Nero found himself experiencing true fear for the first time. It grew worse as he approached the mound, like a festering wound deep within his chest, but his legs pushed him onward regardless. With one last leap over a smaller swarm of the rats, he landed beside the mound and instantly reached down to sweep the moss away, his hands coming into contact with something soft. Too soft. A closer look at the mound revealed two eye sockets, a nose, and the open jaw of a long-passed corpse locked in a silent cry for help.

Nero didn't yell out, but he did recoil in petrification and that short pause was all the rats needed to strike. One locked onto his bare foot and the other sunk it's rotting teeth deep into his shoulder, easily bypassing his thin clothing. He cried out in pain as both his left arm and right leg went instantly numb. His right hand and left leg respectively struck out, flinging the creatures back into the darkness. As his mind began to deteriorate into a state of hysteria at the quickly slackening limbs, instinct caused him to slam his good hand down onto the last sigil, twist his body as it fell, and drag the large corpse over his own body. The rats couldn't reach him, but he could no longer move and the effects of the bites were settling in quickly.

As his consciousness began to fade away, Nero only hoped that the effort would help the others in some way.

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

Kiyomi
Location: The World's End
Interaction: Phillip and Nero

Fighting with every ounce of energy she had left, Kiyomi continued to flick her tails one by one, sending streams of fire into the hordes of rats around her. Ash began to fill the air as their tiny bodies were incinerated. If death had a scent, she imagined it smelled just like this. Every pus-filled rat she could find within her line of sight, the fox destroyed effortlessly. She showed absolutely no mercy to the small rodents that threatened the lives of those around her. Fatigue weighed down her body like a heavy cloud. Although Kiyomi used every bit of willpower not to show it, she was fighting a constant battle with her exhaustion.

A dim red light emerged from beneath the blackened mold out of the corner of her eye. It pierced through the darkness like a beacon, inviting anyone nearby to simply lean down and touch it. She turned to bound over to the angelic light and swiveled her attention away from the ensuing chaos momentarily. Just as she was about to take a single step, a familiar voice yelled out for help to her right and immediately Kiyomi turned to the source. Phillip sped by her, sprinting straight for the sigil. There were rats in his pursuit and they were so close to him that they were nipping at the rubber of his boots.

In a quick movement, the white fox rose to her hind legs and hovered her fore paws in front of her chest. Kiyomi began to levitate above the ground, eyes glowing a brilliant white. A small ball of white flame appeared as she swirled her paws in a fluid circular motion around it, closing her eyes. It grew larger and larger until it was around the size of a basketball. Aiming at the ground, Kiyomi pushed her paws forward, sending the ball of fire flying with a lightning fast momentum. It crashed into the small horde in a deadly explosion, turning every rodent it touched to ash and giving Phillip a brief moment of peace. He had swiped his hand over the sigil in quick succession. However it didn't take long for Kiyomi to realize that Phillip was trapped, and although she could not make out the brick wall in the darkness, she knew something was there.

Pushing off her hind legs in one powerful movement, Kiyomi propelled herself into the air, covering a great amount of distance in a single jump as she landed perfectly in front of Phillip. She was panting, limbs continuing to quake and eyes darting about as she tried her best to keep track of every rat scurrying by. The fox refused to move, positioning herself protectively in front of him and blocking his body with her own.

I won't let anyone die. Not today.

Suddenly, her aura began to glow a bright white, illuminating the tiny faces of the vile creatures around her. Kiyomi's entire body became engulfed in white flames that licked at the musty air of the basement. The large pack of rats skidded to a halt at the light's edge. There was hundreds of them. They hissed and squealed angrily, snapping their hungry jaws but never made any advance. It was almost as if something clicked somewhere in their tiny, decaying brains that if they approached this flaming fox, they would die instantly. Her lips curled back into a snarl, drops of white flame dripping from her mouth and to the floor, burning away the grimy mold. Her nine-tails began to arch back, and with a massive flick, they launched forward. Nine streams of fire spewed from the tips of her tails into the crowd of creatures, their cries filling the basement loudly as they were all burned to a crisp.

Once every rat around them had died, the fire subsided and her white aura immediately disappeared. Kiyomi swayed on her paws, eyes fluttering closed as she crumpled to the moldy ground, panting heavily. Dizziness overtook her violently and she was forced to lay her head against the floor, the strong scent of musk filling her nostrils with every inhale. She reopened one eye and glanced behind her at Phillip. A small smile appeared across her lips.

"I told you I would be nearby, didn't I?" She murmured softly.

Remembering the others and their need for help, Kiyomi tried to rise to her feet slowly. Her legs shook as she managed to rise to a standing position that looked quite unstable. She could see Nero lying on the ground in front of her, rats biting his skin and leaving festering wounds behind. She took a shaky step forward.

"I... need to help the others. They're not safe-" Unable to finish that sentence fully, the white fox collapsed again, bowing her head with defeat.

MrBossMan @ anyone