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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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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.]