mayfield_logs | The Day of Judgement

[Powers or no, Sol felt it was his duty to help take care of this problem. Anything he could do to delay the inevitable would save a few lives here and there.

He's unarmed, but the look in his eye is defiant.]

I stopped Justice. I'm going to stop you next. [Would he? No, but he's more than ready to die trying.]

[Okay, the night before had kind of sucked. But today was a new day, and everything was bright and beautiful. Feferi still didn't have her wings, but that was fine! It was just fine, so she'd left the house with her usual spring in her step.

She didn't think anything of it when she saw Dizzy, at least not until she got closer. Something felt - the troll couldn't put her finger on it, but it felt off. And when one's moirail is feeling off, it's the responsibility of the other to balance them out.]

Hey, Dizzy? You don't look so good...are you feeling okay?

Ah, Feferi... Sweet, saintly Feferi. But even you are tainted by the blackness of conceit and hatred. A sad fate that none can truly escape from.

Come. Allow me to give you a gift a mercy, and release you from this miserable existence...

-Dizzy lifted her hand, a deep red beam firing from it towards Feferi.-

[...And while his mother was dealing with the traitor, Sin stayed closeby, ready to defend any second attackers that may try to get in her way. He grins gleefully as he watches her destruction, stomping out any survivors that tried to flee her slaughter.]

[When he notices a particularly stubborn-looking (and somehow familiar) face, he scowls to himself and stands from his perch, dashing to intercept the man before he got too close to her battle with Sol nearby.]

Oi, oi! Direct your attention over here, meatsack! [He calls to the approaching Ky, spinning his flagpole testily.] Don't think you're gonna get a step closer to mother.

... Always a stubborn one, Immoral Flame. My mother would have easily crushed you if not for that foolish pirate.

-Her wings spread full, both systems staring Sol down.-

I'll give you one last chance to run. It does not need to be this way.

[It was distressing enough to learn that Justice wasn't the end of it. Taking the town into account only made it worse, but the huge power imbalances wouldn't convince him to stand aside and leave the others unprotected.]

[He's not quite unarmed, but a fireplace poker grabbed from the living room isn't on par with his old sword. He's running to catch up and assist Sol-- at first, he thinks it's a person in his path, and is about to warn them to clear the area when he actually hears what he's... saying.]

Another human-like...? I see. I'll take care of you first.

[lol sure Ky]

Ha! You're still holdin' on to hopeless thoughts like that? [Sin cracks a wide grin as lightning charges around him- there was still a familiarity to this meeting that he didn't like, but it was only a small nag in the back of his head, and he quickly pushed it aside. No, protecting mother, that was all that mattered.]

[He scoffs and lofts a brow at the fireplace poker in the human's hand, slowly stepping closer.] And that toothpick is the best you can do? Man, the human resistance really has become desperate, huh?

[Dashing forward, he makes a swooping strike towards Ky, deliberately to clash with the iron bar in his grip- he didn't even need to land a hit, he thought to himself, to prove how pointless the human's resistance was.]

[He's caught off-guard by the lightning-- this Gear already looks uncomfortably (mockingly?) familiar, and his-- its-- powers don't help that.]

What is the meaning of this?

[He brings it up quickly at the sword swing, feeling the shock of the collision all the way through his arms as it becomes unavoidably obvious that this is not a proper weapon. Still, he presses against it, glaring back determinedly.]

[With a mocking grin, he looms over the slightly shorter human, chin raised in an aggressive sneer, clearly just screwing with him in that he hasn't yet parried from the locked weapons.] Th' meanin' is you're gonna die.

[(Again)]

[He barks a laugh as he gives the shove off, sending Ky tumbling back a good few feet, and twirling his flagpole breezily- making a show of how easily he's able to fend him off.]

[He stumbles backwards, trying to regain his footing quickly in a body that is, for some (ineffable) reason, larger than what he's used to.]

[(his hair is also tied backwards awkwardly, because he's not sure what the point of that is either)]

[He frowns and launches forward as soon as he's got his balance, not willing to waste a second, swinging the poker as more of a parrying weapon than one for thrusting as he goes for a low kick.]

This isn't like you, Dizzy. Listen to yourself! You wouldn't ever...

[She may not have any of the powers that would normally come with the title, but Feferi knows how to handle a friend that's freaking out.]

Come on! You're not like this.

[She sees that red beam, but dodges. It's not before it clips her hood a bit, though.]

Talk to me. Tell me what happened, please!

[he had heard her voice over the phones, and that... that was all it took.

there had been no time to hesitate or think about it. he never did anyway, did he? when it came to a friend, be it in Mayfield or back home, he always was considerably more brash than was healthy for him. it didn't make a difference in the long run, and he'd never had regrets putting everything on the line for someone who was hurting, someone in need.

she might not know it, yet... but he believes she fits that description perfectly.

the priest is running from his home on Albright after making sure his 'family' was secure and safe, made sure to impress upon them the importance of staying inside and laying low (however hypocritical such directions were) -- moving faster than a simple 'man' had a right to be. he's looking for her, seeking her out -- trying to find the creature that had all but declared war on everyone and everything residing in this town. he had to reach her... had to find her, before she could do something she would regret.

...or before someone else did something terrible to her...]

Enough! Do not presume to tell me what I would or would not do! This world is sick! And you are part of the disease! Try as you might, you know, you KNOW, in your heart of hearts, that my kind, and the other races of this realm, cannot coexist!

It is divine providence that Gears inherit the world, cleansing this world of its wretched poison. We will not be used by you! We refuse! Now reap what you have so selfishly sown!

-The green wing lashed out in the form of a giant sword, cutting through the air and sending a shockwave towards the girl.-

-Already, a trail of blood and devastation followed the girl. It was so shameful to wear their greedy blood as a mask, but it could not be helped. Until every last one of them were purged, nothing would ever get better. Her mother was right... She had to do this, or they would all destroy her, and the world with her. It had to be done. It could no longer be helped.

Seeing Abel, she stopped. If not for the gore that adorned her form, she'd still look like the angel he compared her to so many times before. And her smile, still so soft...-

Do you intend to stop me, Father?

[the smell of blood...

smeared on the ground-- splattered, cloying and thick and sickening, leading him toward her...

this was not the way he'd hoped to find her. no; this was not what he wanted to find at the end of this macabre trail. he might've hoped that it wasn't what it seemed, that maybe something else could explain this away -- that it might not be her, but...

...

it was a little hard to deny when his footsteps inevitably stall, bringing him to a jerky halt right before the individual he had sought out, if... in many ways... it didn't seem like her at all.

Dizzy...

he might not have even heard what she'd said, or maybe he can't find it in him to reply beyond the shock. her words were gentle, soft... kind, and like her -- but the splatter of red she wore made this all horribly, horribly wrong.

...something terrible has happened...

and, maybe... something terrible was happening still. wasn't it...? ah. Miss Dizzy...]

[Oh, Johnny had been in Mayfield for a while. He knew Dizzy as the sweet and innocent girl that he had brought onto his ship and wished to simply protect!

Against his better judgement, he rushed to find her. To try and talk her out of this madness. He may not have his weapons, but he was now quick and nimble enough to avoid any would be attacks.

Though it didn't make him invincible...]

-And unfortunately for him, he was especially unpopular with Dizzy right now.-

You! If not for you, Mother would still be alive!

Your eyes betray you...

I will warn you now, Father... do not try to prevent this. It does not have to be this way... But if you force my hand, you will meet the same fate as humankind.

What... are you talking about? Dizzy, stop this...

[He frowns... and is determined to bring her back! If only he was more aware of the situation.]

[those words... ache. they hit deep, somewhere that remembers words just like them from a long time ago... and hearing them from someone like her--

...

he's shaking his head, stiffly, before he even has time to think about it. there -is- no time, now -- because he cannot let her further stain her hands with blood. blood he knows, knows she never deserved to be forced to spill. this isn't what she wants... it couldn't be, and he won't believe otherwise. instead of obeying her, he's taking a small step forward, holding his hands imploringly outward in a sign of peace as much as plea.]

Miss-- Dizzy... [there's a slight waver in his voice, and she's right -- his eyes give him away, concerned and afraid for her. apologetic that she's been put in this horrible position.]

You're right -- it doesn't... it doesn't have to be this way. It doesn't have to be this way at all, does it?

[convincing her that she's not herself right now might be futile -- he knows the games this town can play. but he can pray she can be reasoned with otherwise.]

Please. ...Please, don't do this. Right now, no matter what you believe you have to do -- you know I wouldn't lie to you, don't you? I'm telling you as your friend that... this isn't what it seems, and-- I don't... I can't let you do this to yourself, or them.

[Sin scoffs and meets Ky's rebound, with an easy swing of his pole, and although the kick hits it causes little more than a frown from the Gear as he pulls his foot back slightly, not even much of a stumble.]

[The pole then swings downward in a strong, ripping force attempt to slam the poker out of Ky's grip with raw strength alone- he was clearly trying to make a point.]

[The poker gets wrenched out of his hand, forcing him to step backwards for a second. He glances after it for a moment, otherwise keeping his eyes on Sin in an obviously defensive state.]

[The poker wasn't much, but without it he was virtually defenseless-- the question was whether or not going for it would leave him exposed for too long. He was obviously being toyed with; there was nothing stopping Sin from simply knocking it away again if need be.]

[Still, it was better than nothing, so suddenly he's going for the poker on the ground, ready to swing it up defensively as soon as he gets it if he actually makes it there.]

The Day of Judgement

SOL AND KY

MISC. BATTLES AND DEATHS

CIEL AND ABEL/FINALE

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Sin + Ky!

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ruki said she'd tag in later :>

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Re: MISC. BATTLES AND DEATHS

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