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mayfield_logs2012-01-15 11:08 am
wisdomwithin) wrote in mayfield_logs2012-01-15 11:08 am
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Who: Caster, Oichi, and many others who want to stop them
What: The atrocities begin. The Church will be the first to go.
Where: The Church
When: 1/18/12, during the first sermon
Warnings: Fair amount of violence and gore
The noise had fortunately died down in time for Sunday where drones would customarily flock fraction at a time for worship down at the Church. Without distraction and interruption, the drones and others are allowed to fill the pews and listen to nothing but the word of God interpreted by the drone pastor. Usually a male, he would incorporate his message to achieving prosperity in Mayfield and urge the other drones to be thankful for what they have. The doors closed and the drones sang their hymns along with the melody of the pipe organ an old woman played just at the corner of the room.
They seated themselves. But the organ did not stop. The old woman's hands were off the keys, yes, but from somewhere, the hymn continued. The drones didn't pay this any heed and continued on as if they heard nothing. It was exactly that, however. To them, there is nothing to respond to because there should be no organs playing at this time. The time for hymns has ended long past. This did not stop the song from outside, however. The organ played on, grew louder, and filled the room where the congregation sat.
The doors once closed for the sermon swung open. A robed man with dirty, messy hair and bulging, frog-like eyes barged into the room accompanied by a quiet, morose woman. Caster closed his eyes and stretched out his arms, basking in the warmth of light that filled the room. The drone pastor stopped and told the man to quickly be seated, but it was Caster's turn to ignore him.
"Now! Friends! Now, and forevermore, we stand together here once more in pursuit of salvation that has long since been snatched away by God Himself! The damned are forever damned and the lost and forgotten will forever be abandoned. Our suffering, our cries, do nothing but amuse Him even more!
Then, then what are we, the broken, to do...? If God insists on depriving us of Paradise, why, we shall take it back! We will create our own Paradise here on this world through pleasures and sin the likes of which He, that divine clown, could never have concocted during Genesis. Let us plant the seeds of our Paradise now, starting in one of His houses that He has blessed!
O Lord! Receive my praise! Receive my hate! With a heart filled with jubilation, I shall drag you, venerated God, down from your sanctum! There is beauty within blasphemies, decadence, and sin and it is through that beauty where we make our stand and create our new Eden!
Innocent lambs, feel with every fiber and cell of your being, the salvation that I offer you!"
As Gilles' speech rolled on, the drones found their body involuntarily convulsing. They all felt from within their stomachs something growing. It clawed out at every direction, ever organ, to break free, biting and screaming all the while. Teeth and tentacles ripped through the drones' skin and bodies without anybody spared. The demons cried out into the air, spitting blood and red mist, as if singing along with the hymn that Caster had been playing.
A pipe organ made from flesh sits outside, playing on its own. Its discordant melody spreads through the air, beckoning those near the Church to come. The invitation, of course, is not only limited to the townspeople. Its pierces through worlds and dimensions, drawing forth the creatures that God had hidden away from mortal eyes for being far too terrifying, too flawed. Drones around the Church were torn apart from the inside, leaving only Caster's sea demons to replace them. The Church itself began to turn to flesh as it was consumed little by little by the overwhelming number of monsters.
From within, Caster cackled and danced, spinning around, joyously, at the garden of sin he created.
"Come, come to me! There is none but I, Gilles de Rais, who stands so firmly at the center of Heaven and Hell! Come to me, and I shall lead you! I shall rule you! To those who are shackled, crippled, and forsaken, this is the day we indulge and drink deep from our sins!"
OOC: Feel free to divide into groups! There are people who should hold off the demons seeping out of the Church and those who should storm in and tear a new one into the Master and Servant
What: The atrocities begin. The Church will be the first to go.
Where: The Church
When: 1/18/12, during the first sermon
Warnings: Fair amount of violence and gore
The noise had fortunately died down in time for Sunday where drones would customarily flock fraction at a time for worship down at the Church. Without distraction and interruption, the drones and others are allowed to fill the pews and listen to nothing but the word of God interpreted by the drone pastor. Usually a male, he would incorporate his message to achieving prosperity in Mayfield and urge the other drones to be thankful for what they have. The doors closed and the drones sang their hymns along with the melody of the pipe organ an old woman played just at the corner of the room.
They seated themselves. But the organ did not stop. The old woman's hands were off the keys, yes, but from somewhere, the hymn continued. The drones didn't pay this any heed and continued on as if they heard nothing. It was exactly that, however. To them, there is nothing to respond to because there should be no organs playing at this time. The time for hymns has ended long past. This did not stop the song from outside, however. The organ played on, grew louder, and filled the room where the congregation sat.
The doors once closed for the sermon swung open. A robed man with dirty, messy hair and bulging, frog-like eyes barged into the room accompanied by a quiet, morose woman. Caster closed his eyes and stretched out his arms, basking in the warmth of light that filled the room. The drone pastor stopped and told the man to quickly be seated, but it was Caster's turn to ignore him.
"Now! Friends! Now, and forevermore, we stand together here once more in pursuit of salvation that has long since been snatched away by God Himself! The damned are forever damned and the lost and forgotten will forever be abandoned. Our suffering, our cries, do nothing but amuse Him even more!
Then, then what are we, the broken, to do...? If God insists on depriving us of Paradise, why, we shall take it back! We will create our own Paradise here on this world through pleasures and sin the likes of which He, that divine clown, could never have concocted during Genesis. Let us plant the seeds of our Paradise now, starting in one of His houses that He has blessed!
O Lord! Receive my praise! Receive my hate! With a heart filled with jubilation, I shall drag you, venerated God, down from your sanctum! There is beauty within blasphemies, decadence, and sin and it is through that beauty where we make our stand and create our new Eden!
Innocent lambs, feel with every fiber and cell of your being, the salvation that I offer you!"
As Gilles' speech rolled on, the drones found their body involuntarily convulsing. They all felt from within their stomachs something growing. It clawed out at every direction, ever organ, to break free, biting and screaming all the while. Teeth and tentacles ripped through the drones' skin and bodies without anybody spared. The demons cried out into the air, spitting blood and red mist, as if singing along with the hymn that Caster had been playing.
A pipe organ made from flesh sits outside, playing on its own. Its discordant melody spreads through the air, beckoning those near the Church to come. The invitation, of course, is not only limited to the townspeople. Its pierces through worlds and dimensions, drawing forth the creatures that God had hidden away from mortal eyes for being far too terrifying, too flawed. Drones around the Church were torn apart from the inside, leaving only Caster's sea demons to replace them. The Church itself began to turn to flesh as it was consumed little by little by the overwhelming number of monsters.
From within, Caster cackled and danced, spinning around, joyously, at the garden of sin he created.
"Come, come to me! There is none but I, Gilles de Rais, who stands so firmly at the center of Heaven and Hell! Come to me, and I shall lead you! I shall rule you! To those who are shackled, crippled, and forsaken, this is the day we indulge and drink deep from our sins!"
OOC: Feel free to divide into groups! There are people who should hold off the demons seeping out of the Church and those who should storm in and tear a new one into the Master and Servant
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But Caster turns his attention to Ciel now. She had just addressed him it seems.]
Our relationship...? Hmhm. Oichi is my Master and a fellow comrade... we both have the same desire embedded in our hearts, to no longer be forgotten and cast away by this town, its people, and God...
And that is why we are here now.
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[It really is that simple.]
Are you the Lord of this castle?
minor thread split here, Esther's going to run into someone, we'll merge back later! o/
You've cast yourself away from God and humanity, Servant. Has the Grail sunk that low, to permit the summoning of a being as twisted as you by the same right as a true Heroic Spirit?
[As for Oichi... This woman is hallucinating. Her cognition has been meddled with at the least. While there may be some merit in trying to break whatever spell's been laid on her, it's extremely unlikely if the Servant is Caster. She doesn't know if this is hypnotism or what, and not knowing this woman at all, the chances are extremely slim.
But as long as they don't move on the offensive and make any attempts on another innocent life, maybe...]
This place is not your home world. I do not know what you are after, but that man cannot give it to you, especially through what you are doing now. I do not know where you think you are either, but this is a Christian Church within the town of Mayfield in America. There is no Lord nor Castle to be found here. [Her sharp cyan eyes shift to a dull blue. It's highly likely going to have no effect, but she may as well try using her Mystic Eyes to snap some sense into the Master who probably has no idea what she's really doing here.]
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Ah! [Esther is rubbing her nose. What the hell? At a time like this...] Please stop aside! I have to get....
[Wait.] Father?
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the priest's hands are on Esther's shoulders to steady her after she just about faceplants into his chest, giving a little 'ooph' as he takes a wheezing exhale to recover -- but she's saved from much more in the way of his usual theatrics. after all... the sight beyond her merits... a great more of his attention than the bruise she'll have later.
the Church is festering. no-- it's brimming, teeming, with something wrong. very wrong. he can spot Ciel's head of hair lost somewhere in the fray among all this chaos -- and it just leaves him a little more tense as his eyes shift back down to the girl before him, surveying her for injury as he gives her a little reassuring smile.]
Esther! It looks like I'm fashionably late, as usual...
[the Pope... his brow furrows softly in concern. this isn't good...]
Is His Holiness alright--? [probably just overwhelmed... he had never had a particularly strong constitution in the face of the monstrous. and this, no doubt, fit the bill.]
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[It goes without saving they're going to have to try anyways.]
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Abel gives a decisive nod, before he's eyeing the direction he came from.]
We need to get him to safety first, Esther. His Holiness can't tolerate this kind of violence and it's our job to protect him, no come Hell or high water.
[he hates to leave this to her alone, but-- Ciel is by herself in there with a swarm of monstrous creatures and two seemingly powerful residents who mean the church ill will.]
I can trust him with you to get him to a safe place. I'll go give Sister Ciel some support in the meantime, okay?
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Where do you keep the gun in the house? [You know she has to come back here and lend support.]
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The garage -- the top shelf of the supply chest against the wall. [he has a small supply-- and, the shotgun he'd gotten from Diana's shed for her last time she was here. he made sure to keep it. :> giving her a cheesy... thumbs up... why......]
Be careful, partner, okay? I expect to see you soon, so don't leave me hanging~!
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This is.... not Hetsugigawa castle?
[She glances around.]
No.... It is another place. A Xavist church?
[When she looks back at Ciel, there is a small measure of lucidity deep in her eyes.]
..... Who are you? Did... did Lord Happy send you?
Or perhaps.... my Brother?
[The shadows are once again tightening around her protectively.]
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You might think so, but in the War, the victor was none other than me. It was my wish that had been granted when my Holy Virgin reawakened... I curse God's name, but He has never punished me in my lifetime or even until the very end.
God is nothing less than cruel, abominable, and arrogant, don't you see...?
[He turns over to Oichi and gives her a concerned gaze. She has been a close ally to him all up until now. It seems like Ciel's words sparked some kind of a reaction inside her.]
Neither your Brother nor your lord has sent her... She has been sent here by none other than God to ruin the feast we have worked so hard to prepare. Then, in the name of God, she will work to smite both of us... for we are abominable in His eyes.
Do not fear, my Master. We have strength in numbers, you see, and we are close to achieving our goals...
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Yours is certainly the raving of a heretical zealot, but in no faith it is acceptable to kill and corrupt as carelessly as you have done. [She raises an arm, the sharp edges of the Keys pointed towards Caster.] You delude yourself by muddying God's image with your own. You are the abominable one, blinded by the arrogant belief that you may toy cruelly with the lives here as you please. What have you done to that woman? [Because it's impossible that Caster is innocent. Challenging the Servant instead would indeed be foolish, but if the Master is being manipulated and ultimately stands to also be just another victim, then...
...Urk. Well, she can take it, worst come to worst, but until then.]
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No.... No! I have been called back from the darkness too many times. And the sun has left me once again....
[There are tears forming in her eyes, and the shadows around her are swelling up, and have covered her up to her chest. The random hands suddenly stop their flailing, seemingly waiting for something.]
I do not wish to go back! I will not disappear!
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Then he listens to her words. Caster frowns and his face now shows concern. He looks at Oichi and then at Ciel. Bluebeard approaches her.]
... I have done nothing to Oichi, maiden of God. Our wish is one and the same. We have both been abandoned, left to drown in darkness and corruption.
We are those who have been rejected by this world time and time again, cast away by other humans.
The one who toys with lives is none other than God... God is the one who would punish and burn at the stake the woman who has heard His voice, who served Him all of her life...
Listen to me, Oichi. Everything is alright. Our struggles today are soon about to bear fruit... others are afraid of that and that is why they work to stop us. But we are stronger then all of them... Stronger, Oichi! We will not disappear. We will stand firm and proclaim to the world of our undying existence! If you so desire it, I shall rid your sight of this woman of that cruel God...
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Get a hold of yourself! [She knew these words were useless before they even left her lips. But what more can be done? Was this woman mad from the start? And Caster's expression of nigh religious ecstasy, albeit in the most corrupt form, can only serve to strengthen her glare.
Maybe part of the grating frustration and growing helplessness at Oichi's condition stem from the fact that everything Caster's saying is making sense to her. The luckless fated to die from birth, a simple and ordinary happiness destined to be completely shattered no matter how honestly one tried to live, the senselessly cruel reality that just cannot be stopped -- there's nothing she can reply to that when she's also had firsthand experience in the matter. She can't even pretend to put on the usual Templar act, this has already gone too far.
...At least, not if she has to speak in God's name.
As for the individual, on the other hand.]
And why would you think that wanton slaughter is the only way you could possibly receive acknowledgment from? Blood only beckons more blood. The sin of murder will not disappear against those that you've selfishly killed for such a shallow and self-righteous motive. If you are outcast now, it is not out of God's spite, nor from the devil's beckoning. It is due to your own choice of giving in and abandoning your humanity. Your misery is not above that of anyone else's, Servant that you may be. regardless of what you have seen and experienced.
[The keys crackle with a jolt of blue spark, almost as if charging. The air around her is condensing, maybe even enough to cause some of Caster's lesser minions nearby to shirk away. Probably enough for him to tell, that this woman is versed in advanced thaumaturgy herself.] This is your last warning. Retreat with your Master now. I do not know what your goal is, but if you insist trying to reach it from blood, I will stop you both here and now.
Guess who forgot to track this log.... orz
And this woman's words..... Had Oichi really chosen to be outcast? Was the dark fate faced by she and all she had loved of her own making? Of course. Of course it was. The other voices begin to die, her brother's echoing louder in her mind.]
Yes..... Brother.... It is far too late.
It is all my fault...
I know what I must do...
[She's speaking just barely above a whisper at that point, but the shadows react violently, tearing apart anything in their path. Oichi merely stands there, amidst the swirling blackness, pale as a ghost and just as lost.]
Lord Nagamasa..... forgive me.
No problem at all!
From within his dome of flesh, Caster kept his grip on Prelati's Spellbook tight. What was happening with his Master...? It was worrisome... and yet, all the same, attractive to him. She had fallen deep into madness, this much was obvious. In terror and excitement, Caster watched the beautiful figure outside attack indiscriminately.]
... Oh... Oichi...
All good, no worries! o/
[She really can't reason with her. She can try, but Oichi doesn't hear her. Ciel herself knows how far despair can reach and the need to blot out everything else around yourself. When you're hurt, shutting everything else away is just the simplest way to make sure that things don't change again in a way that you cannot control. That you don't get hurt again, that you don't have to deal with the world where everything has gone wrong again.
But that's no way to live...
She doesn't have more time to try thinking up some other way to get to her. The shadows were going out of control, she'll get torn apart if she stays still. Quickly taking a leap into the airs, she flings off several dozen newly summoned Black Keys cracking with electricity to subdue the ones that tore towards her way. Trying to attack her now may only make things worse, but whatever they are, the shadows are morphing Oichi.
She can't get close.
Scowling deeply as she bites down lightly on her lip, her wrist flickers and another rain of Keys are fired - but this time, towards the protective lump of flesh that Caster has conjured, as an obscene barrier of sort. The attack is powerful, but she doesn't expect much out of it. It was a test swipe to see how strong Caster's defenses are, and while it's really not advantageous to pick the Servant over the Master...
She'll have to stay flexible and see how things play out. Maybe she could sever Oichi's arm where the command spells are? ...But then what?
Either way, all she can do now is stay on the defensive, save for a quick and basic experimental attack against Caster. Just what is her priority now, and what is she trying to accomplish? She better make up her own mind soon, before she loses this battle while the real thing has yet to start.]
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Why...?
Why must everything end like this? Why is my fate always blood, flame, and tears?
[There isn't any flame this time, but it's not like she's checked into reality.]
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Oh... Oichi, my dear... You have fallen so far and you've realized the true form of despair... and yet, you still cling onto your chance for salvation even if it means you must walk through a path of decadence...
... Jeanne... Do you hear me, Jeanne? Is this the struggle that you were not able to survive, forgetting all that you have experienced in your life instead...?
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In the end, as futile an attempt it may be, she will fight that Servant. She doesn't know what he's done, but there's no doubt that whatever this woman's condition is, the Servant may only worsen it. The prospects are poor, but ultimately, this is the decision that she shall choose in trying to put an end to this blood-drenched madness.
The newly summoned set of Keys don't leave her hand.
His voice was loud and clear. Surprisingly so, despite his dubious physical appearance.
Jeanne.
Can it be?
But she's already aware. The Grail has been tainted since the 3rd Heaven's Feel, at which point summoning irregular heroes became possible. Sakura Matou confirmed it.
This...
She veers towards Caster, but keeps her distance.]
SERVANT! What is your name?
[A pointless question, perhaps. What's the significance of asking the name of someone you will be trying to kill? He may not even answer her, but given the importance of Joan of Arc not only to Catholicism but to France as well, she had to try.]