mayfield_logs | The Day of Judgement

-Necro spun the cross, attached by a whip of flame, about his head twice before tossing it Abel's way, the air around it burning from the heat as it traveled.-

[he jumps backward -- quickly, putting 'acceleration' into his movements in order to make sure he wasn't singed. though he doesn't have any intention of engaging her unless he can absolutely help it, it doesn't mean he has any plans of allowing her to 'kill' him, either, unless there was simply no avoiding it. she would regret it... wouldn't she? when all this was over... hurting her friends, hurting those she loved or cared for in this town -- Miss Dizzy, the real Miss Dizzy, would truly be heartbroken.

he tucks his glasses away, tensed and hesitating. he's aware that this... this could get very ugly, very fast -- but even so... he still...

whether this is some act of the town or a power she herself possesses on the norm isn't something he could say for sure. but either way...]

...Please! Dizzy, please... Just stop this! It isn't too late to find another way--!

-Necro brought it around again, increasing the intensity of the flames. Dizzy didn't verbally respond, her face hidden behind the ice. Undine seemed focused on keeping Dizzy from personally witnessing the ordeal...-

[...Undine ;( it doesn't slip his notice, the way she's being protected like that, and not simply from physical harm. maybe those parts of her don't share whatever influence the town had over her...

if that's the case, then--

he can evade again, but it's cutting it much closer. the edge of his coat, the fringe of his cassock catch tail end of the flame to singe the fabric; it's obvious that if he plans to play the dodging game, he better not slack off and divert focus. but it isn't evasion that's his main goal -- it's trying to reach her. he wouldn't give up. what was the alternative--? accept that she was lost? fight her? he wouldn't -- can't do that.]

Part of you knows what I'm saying is true, doesn't it? You wouldn't want my forgiveness if you believed this was the right way!

Will killing them take your pain away? Does the blood already on your hands make it any better, Miss Dizzy? You know it doesn't, so-- so please! [before you do anything more you'll truly regret...]

-Once again, Dizzy didn't respond. Necro continued his attack, switching from the cross and whip to a bow and arrow approach, firing off flaming missiles a the priest.-

[now that-- that was too close for comfort. not because it was more difficult to evade something moving so quickly in this proximity -- (though it was -- ahh being set on fire is never fun; he'd like to avoid it if he can, thank you) -- but more because he's increasingly aware of the setting in which this is taking place...

the streets of Mayfield, where anyone could become an innocent bystander -- or casualty, at a moment's notice.

his grimace deepens. Dizzy has shut off; she isn't saying a word. maybe she can't even hear him under Undine's protection. but whatever the case may be, he's got to do SOMEthing or this will end badly, and not just for them. is that it--? that's there's only one choice, one way he'd be able to draw her away from here and somewhere more secluded until he figured out a more plausible plan of action...?

much as he would lament it, now and later... it's the conclusion he's coming to.

...there isn't much of a fanfare -- his lips are moving in some quiet murmur, words he's spoken countless times before, but this... it's the first time he's been forced to use this in Mayfield and he wished he could have avoided it even just a little bit longer. what has to be done can't be changed, and he won't hesitate. when his eyes seek hers out through the thick wall of ice shielding her, they aren't an imploring blue of the priest's any longer. red, deep and resolved as much as resigned... they're hunting for her, firm and determined.

he disappears -- simply vanishes from view in less time than it takes to blink.

--and when he's visible the next bat of an eye, it isn't the priest at all. the black-winged monster is reaching clawed hands out for her from behind, the crackle of something electric-charged in the air around it. ...but even now, its aim isn't to hurt her. the usual arsenal of weaponry or offensive capacities is ignored.

he just wants to reach her...]

-And yet another obstacle would stand in his way. No longer able to keep Dizzy from him in tandem, Necro's eyes clashed before the darkness of the green wing consumed Dizzy's form, leaving a fuller image of himself in her place. The Michael Sword was formed in his hand, raising to meet Abel's reaching hand fully.-

[he clasps the incoming sword in his hand, the blade gripped tightly in clawed fingers; his eyes watch the transition of the girl in front of him into something... else. is this entity one of her wings...?

if so, then-- it gives him an idea. a hope, at least -- lifting his other hand to grip the blade as well in an effort to root his 'enemy' in place. whatever damage it inflicts will heal over in short order.]

...You have to know she can't want this. [it might be a lost cause, but one can't accuse him of not trying everything in his power to diffuse this.] Please. If you want to protect her, then stop this before it goes any further.

-A voice speaks, almost as if in Abel's very mind.-

What is best, and what is wanted, is not always the same. She will cry... but not forever. She knows that the world will be better when only Gears are left.

-Necro pulled away, swinging again with even more power behind it.-

['Gears?'

--this may not be the reaction he wanted, but it was better than radio silence. there might be a chance he can get through -- if not to her, then to the guardians protecting her.

the downward swing of Necro's blade is quickly met with the clash of another -- a scythe, formulating quickly from a hammerspace; it looked something like blood fluidly escaping his sleeve before creating a definitive and hardened substance in a unique shape. he applies only enough force to stop the incoming slash -- still, not parrying or attempting to attack.]

I don't believe that, and neither could you! How could she be happy with a world ground to dust by her own hands?! Her heart would never be happy with nothing but ashes!!

From those ashes, new life will form. A Utopia for Gears, free from the selfishness and hatred of humanity...

-Necro's mouth opened, a blast of fire erupting from it at Abel's unguarded face.-

--Freedom at the cost of--

[ah--

the mouth--? his eyes widen briefly in surprise; the flames lick over him and the heat triggers immediate response. he leaps backwards to put distance between them. perhaps it was too late to free himself from being scathed; the sleeves of his cassock where he'd lifted his arms to protect his head are singed... but the damage to his person is quickly being repaired by the nanomachines' effort. skin is knitting, rebuilding itself, as he reaffirms his stance.

...he's in the dark. and she might really intend to take his life...

Dizzy...]

-Instant healing... not unlike her own. Necro quickly realized that this would take more than his power alone... They'd need to fully Install Dizzy. Show this priest the full extent of the Command Gear's evolution. With an inhuman, ear-piercing cry, Necro, along with Undine and the Tail, combined their collective systems...

The resulting transformation was truly crushing. No doubt Abel could feel it. No doubt anyone in town could. All of Dizzy's magical cells igniting at once, forming the inky black thing before him. It was androgynous, but still clearly Dizzy. Pure red eyes opened, and the voice that spoke sounded of thousands, booming all at once.-

LOOK UPON ME AND AWE AT THE BRINGER OF YOUR EXTINCTION!

[in the dark... yes, he's in the dark...

is she always capable of this, or...

...

he finds himself taking a small step backward -- not in fear; it isn't as though he had any sense of self-preservation or fear for his life. a man who cannot be killed and who's pitiful life is that of the worthless sinner doesn't bother with the fear of mortality. no... it's more accurate to say that this expression of shock on his face is because this transformation reeks of a power that's sick, pervasive... wrong, for its intent.

...coming from someone like her, it's all wrong. very... very wrong.

and like this... the innocent people that could be caught in the crossfire...

he has to take her somewhere less populated. the park--? it's unlikely with the goings-on that it'd be getting high traffic right about now. but getting there is another story. if he ran, would she-- ...it... give chase?

his grip on the scythe is tightening, and so is his jaw. red eyes fixate on their mirror. ...he can't fight her. he can't fight her, and now -- he doesn't know if there's any reaching her at all.]

...It isn't too late. It's not... too late. [is he convincing himself, or her?]

Do you hear me...? I won't let you hurt them. I won't let you hurt yourself like this!

[all he can do is get in her way and pray there's a sign of drawing her out from wherever she's retreated in this murderous bloodlust-- the oppressive stench of blood and... hate.]

-Nothing. Dizzy was silent as her hand raised, from it firing off a gigantic ray of light. The Giga Ray, normally her strongest of magical outputs, Dizzy was the very peak of all Gears. Ever strand of DNA of ever cell in her body was on fire with magical output. And the strength of the Giga Ray reflected it.

A great and terrifying power. The same as her Mother's. The power to wipe entire nations off the map...-

[Ciel knew about Dizzy's self-defense mechanism.

...At least, that's the role that Undine was normally supposed to play for her. Focused on defensive and healing magic, it was her automated protector. With the apparent combining of her different 'parts' to create one ultimate individual of staggering power however, maybe this black 'final being' has discarded the defensive shell that worked semi-separately from Dizzy's consciousness. Possibly because it has no need to, now that it is 'complete' with the sole purpose to 'destroy'. Ciel was never lucky, but she banked her hopes on the possibility.

That, and on the element of surprise. The creation of Dizzy's current form let loose a torrent of energy that no magically-inclined being can possibly miss. She wasn't on the scene until now, and even so, the two winged beings were probably too focused on each other to have noticed her quiet but swift approach. Either way, she can only estimate the level of Dizzy's current strength. A firepower she can't match, no, but in terms of physical ability in close quarters, she might still hold a fair chance to at least prevent the destruction of half the town if not more, as well as the other figure facing her garbed in an all-too-familiar cassock. Carefully reading the flow of mana from Dizzy and the air surrounding her, she had to accurately calculate the time of firing, to maximize her odds of redirecting that aim and minimize any chances of encountering resistance--

--Now!

Shooting forward at the fastest speed she could manage, which wouldn't even amount to a blur from a normal person's vision, she closes in on the other girl from behind. Abel might catch sight of a black shadow before it stops to a screeching halt and gives way to an equally familiar form dressed in habit: Ciel now stood directly next to Dizzy, but only there to knock her raised arm up with her own so that the Giga Ray's aim is redirected towards the sky.

Not even a beat later, the energy is let loose. One would think that the sky would be pierced and ripped apart from a force this overwhelming. A strong current of air proceeds to sweep the streets around them, the strength of the beam sending all forms of debris hurling out. ...That set aside however, the only casualty would be a few puffy white clouds up above; that's one immediate crisis averted. As for the rest...

She's expecting a retaliation of her part, so for what it may be worth, Ciel will attempt to draw herself back into a defensive position. Now that Dizzy knows she's here, she can't pull a surprise stunt like this a second time. Again, tanking is something she is also capable of, but it'll take much more to stop Dizzy from her current rampage and save the rest of the town from another close shave. Her mind is racing even as she pulls away; if they can't reason with her, they need to cut the source of her power. How will she do that? By sapping Dizzy's magical energy? --No, there's too much, that'd be slow, tedious, and inefficient. Forcing the mana to leave her body might work, or suppressing it back to how it normally is, given that everyday Dizzy has always been capable of it with the days they've spent in leisure together as proof.

...So, a seal. But what kind, and would the ones she knows how to perform back home even work? It'd still definitely be worth a try, yes, but--! She'll also need to get in contact with Abel, who's had to call out whatever he tried so hard in the past to not have her find out. They can talk about that later; right now, they need to cooperate to make sure Dizzy doesn't hurt anyone else - and if possible, shut her down without hurting her at all.]

[...there's no time to so much as absorb what had just happened.

there's only enough time to recognize what crucial elements of the board, so to speak, had changed -- and to react accordingly. the crisis had been averted, and a new piece had appeared... one familiar -- too familiar, both a relief and a source of a deep -pang- of trepidation. but he will worry about trivial, menial regrets later -- this is much more important than his own remorse over secrets forced to light.

he had been poised to go airborne at the sight of the Giga Ray's charge; now that it was no longer necessary to dodge, it didn't mean the danger was through. Ciel is now in close range to whatever it is Dizzy has become, and there's no telling how she'll respond to her efforts being thwarted. regardless, he has to reach her for more reasons than one. if Dizzy's counter is to charge another of those blasts while Ciel is on the ground... the town will be in just as much danger as it was a moment prior, and this far apart... communication is limited. so, the best answer that he can find is also a rather simple one.

utilizing a speed Ciel herself similarly demonstrated, the naked eye wouldn't be able to pick up the speed of the movement -- one second he is stood in the street, and the next... he's in front of the 'weapon' and the Sister who had single-handedly saved countless lives. he's wasting no more time; this situation is hardly in their favor -- Dizzy wants to end them, while they only wish to protect her. fast action is the only way.

arms fold around the deceptively small woman and lift her off her feet with care but haste before immediately launching up to put distance between them and their unfortunate 'enemy'; if Dizzy is going to fire, it'll be skyward -- and now, Ciel has his ear, too.

if anyone can determine a way to save the 'angel,' it will be her.]

Edited (whoops i can werd guud) 2012-06-05 07:52 (UTC)

- ... Clever girl.

Whatever schemes they were cooking up had better work fast. Dizzy, with tremendous physical might, used her tail to try and swat Ciel away, the appendage growing into a whip of sorts. At the same time, she lifted a hand towards Abel, a great bolt of lightning forming about her fingertips before arcing at the priest.

Fighting the both of them, in Dizzy's mind, would be challenging... but oh so invigorating. She'd enjoy this. The work would make her final victory that much better.-

[This isn't too different from the 'usual' back home, truly. Left on her own devices, she would've found some way to deal with the upcoming lash - not like she can't regenerate from any fatal wound anyhow, but change of plans at the sight of Abel approaching. They might be moving at speeds too fast for any average human to comprehend, but keeping up between each other isn't a problem. There's still the tail and the bolt of lightning to deal with, however, hence why she will launch herself a good 20 feet up in the air to completely get out of the way of that sweep - for his sake too, if he's coming in range. She knew she wasn't landing before she even took off, offering no resistance as he catches her somewhere mid-air and takes off once more. She might be skilled at aerial combat even without the ability to fly, but her disadvantage here is obvious, between two entities who are easily capable of such.

As for that bolt of lightning-- she can't immediately say if it's homing or not, given how fast everything is going, which is why the immediate following reaction is to throw up a barrier. Dizzy's using the element that she herself holds an affinity for, so calibrating the strength to... 95% repelling and 5% absorbing? That should theoretically be a good ratio of protection and getting an idea of Dizzy's mana pool.

So she chants under her breath a few words, which Abel might catch as mathematical terms in French. Her extended left hand almost seems to be tossing out a formula, before it instantly expands into a white magical circle imbued with glowing glyphs. Some might be recognizable as letter of the Hebrew alphabet, the basics for the Numerology branch of magecraft derived from the Kabbalah school that she's inherited as 'Daughter of the Serpent'. It's a mobile shield raised at the tip of her finger that she can move at will along with her arm, possessing a radius wide enough to completely cover them both even with his wings outstretched. ...That is, provided that Abel doesn't evade the bolt completely, but at least there's a measure of defense now, instead of having to dodge without fail any magic-based attack that Dizzy might keep dishing out.

--But moving on.]

Makeout Point or highway.

[She mutters without explanation, eyes still narrowed on Dizzy's form, but he should get the message: those were both places away from the residential areas of the town. If they're to take the fight elsewhere, one of those locations would be ideal - the park is still too close to people.]

[intercepting the Sister, he's gaining height without hesitation. he's already resolved himself to something -- if he can't reach Dizzy, then... he can protect Ciel, in whom he has absolute faith. maybe he doesn't possess the means by which to fix this, but her skills are much, much different than his. and even if she might not have a way to counter this herself -- she has resources and accesses to people and abilities that might.

he'll leave it in her hands; deferring to her judgment has occurred before she spoke a word.

but just as he's in the dark regarding Dizzy's capacity, so it goes much the same for Ciel. he doesn't know what she's capable of -- doesn't know what she can do, where her limitations and weaknesses lie... so he hears the too-familiar crackle of lightning and is reacting in an effort to guard; it happens fast --

he's preparing to take higher ground, attempt to dodge if he can; if that's impossible, then he'll have to shield her with the wings and expel a counter-charge--

...but it becomes unnecessary as he cants his head at the sound of her chanting, and-- the shield it conjures forth. the words that follow them are clear... and he gives a small nod of his head in acknowledgment.

the highway, then. he'll believe there's less of a chance to find someone lingering in that area here and now. there's no need to say anything -- he'll simply push quickly toward his destination and keep her secure in his arms, not allowing his mind to wander on anything else but the threat at hand.]

-Enticed by the idea of killing them now, the black demon took flight as well, giving chase to the holy protectors. She was growing more and more reckless as the power of her Install infested her mind. But that singular focus on Ciel and Abel, at least, kept her from up and nuking the entire town... yet.

She kept tossing the lighting their way, using the arcs as a tether of sorts, keeping them within range for another Giga Ray, when the time was right. The hunt was on...-

[At least Dizzy's focus is on them now, which effectively spares the rest of the town - for the time being. Ciel will continue to concentrate on defense then, by closing the fist that held out the shield. Instead of one large circle in front of them, the barrier shifts into a spherical form. It's thinner and won't be able to directly withstand a charged blast, but against smaller attacks on the side, the effect will be similar to jets of water pushing a balloon: it's made to deflect while sapping some of the energy from Dizzy's offensive and use it to propel them more forward instead. She'll have to be careful and stay flexible however, sacrificing sheer defensive power for overall mobility may work now but not later. She IS starting to get a better idea of how Dizzy's attacks work too though, and if she starts charging another Giga Ray, the sudden peaking of magical concentration in the air ought to be able to warn Ciel ahead of time. They just need to keep this up for a bit longer until they reach the highway; in the meanwhile, she'll continue to rack her brain for any spell she could use to suppress Dizzy's new form, or at least, maybe force Undine, Necro, and the tail to split apart so that the Gear gets stripped of her currently tremendous firepower.]

[he keeps veering through the sky -- zigging and zagging to attempt to evade what lightning the now spherical shield couldn't withstand, putting acceleration into the speed of their flight to cross the town as quickly as he possibly could at this level of release. the 'demon' was following, and that was all that mattered.

it isn't until they're reaching a safe degree of obscurity from the town that he's beginning to dip toward the ground. if she fired now, it would be out to the expanse laying beyond city limits and not into populated areas, but even now, they ran the risk of an un-contained explosion ravaging more than their safety zone. they had to end this sooner than later.]

Ciel.

[does she have a plan--? she already knows he'd guard her with his life; all she has to do is ask, and he'd do whatever he could to assist.]

-Whatever plan had better come quickly. The lighting was growing in strength and frequency, lighting up the sky in a fantastic array of energy as Dizzy continued to try and shoot down her prey.-

[Then that means she must pour more prana into the barrier to increase its power, but Ciel was already very much aware of how cautious she must be in partitioning her magical energy. She might be loaded even by the standard of the most skilled of magi in her world, but if she hopes to seal Dizzy away, she absolutely must be mindful of how much she's expending. Chances are, it might take every last drop of what she's got.

A quick glance at Abel from the corner of her eye, and she pulls out a Black Key with her free hand. Still keeping a keen watch on the road below, she flings the cross-shaped blade downward with flawless accuracy: it lands right on the middle of a white paint line that split the two sides of the lane apart.]

Drop me off there. I need 3 seconds to set up a seal, but she must fly across the glyph to activate it. Will you be able to redirect her?

[She doesn't need him to tank, though uninterrupted prep time would be nice. ...Not necessarily a luxury that they can afford at the moment, however, but she ought to be able to hold her own nevertheless.]

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