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asgardmeridiem2014-07-15 02:05 am
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Entry tags:
- !event,
- alice liddell,
- altaïr ibn-la'ahad,
- bruce banner,
- cosima niehaus,
- desmond miles,
- ellie,
- felix dawkins,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kevin prentiss,
- killua zoldyck,
- maglor,
- minato arisato,
- pitch black,
- quentin coldwater,
- roland deschain,
- soushi miketsukami,
- steve rogers,
- the eighth doctor,
- the ninth doctor,
- yosuke hanamura
CHRISTMAS IN JULY: PART 2
Who: Everyone!
What: The mingle log for Part Two of the Christmas in July event.
When: Days 478-479 (July 13-16th)
Where: Anywhere in the city!
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!
CHRISTMAS IN JULY, PART TWO;
Days 478-479 (July 13-16th)
What: The mingle log for Part Two of the Christmas in July event.
When: Days 478-479 (July 13-16th)
Where: Anywhere in the city!
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!
CHRISTMAS IN JULY, PART TWO;
Days 478-479 (July 13-16th)
- Day 478 (July 14)
- Following a network post announcing an impending attack by ice giants and Thiazi's declaration to the city, the fight begins when a small swarm of pixies descends upon the city, no more than eight inches tall and the definition of "glass cannons." They create chaos however they can: shaking snow onto people, carrying off weapons, and attacking directly if approached without an easy exit. Their teeth are curved like fangs and razor-sharp.
While the pixies stir the city up, the frost giants begin to load the golems up into the catapults. Two by two, the massive ice creatures come crashing - literally - into the city. They land hard and inaccurately, as the engineers' defenses on the city walls keep the giants from approaching too quickly, and some golems seem to be damaged already by the same defenses as they land. The pixies seem to lose interest around sunset (though you may find one or two hidden and sleeping in a snowbank if you look hard enough - they'll attack aggressively if woken), but the fights with the golems continue well into the night, until all in the city are dispatched. Where the pixies turn into snow, the golems transform into large hunks of ice after they are killed. - Day 479 (July 15-16)
- At sunrise, the pixies ascend from their hiding places and scatter, doing their best to break into homes to attack people directly. Today, anyone who finds himself bitten will begin to feel and act strangely.
Ice golems continue to come crashing into the city throughout the morning. All of the original ones slain, Thiazi begins creating more on the spot: while they may be more numerous, they are weaker, and many have odd physical defects. Some are missing arms, and others have extra heads. Following an attack by the strike team, the number itself will begin to thin considerably as one of the catapults is damaged and the other is destroyed completely.
Just before sunset, Thiazi delivers a final message and makes a hasty retreat with her entourage of frost giants. The spell responsible for the odd weather breaks the moment that she passes the threshold a half mile out, and all remaining pixies and golems in the city immediately, mid-action, turn to snow and ice.
By midnight, the city is thawed completely.
[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for the second half of the Christmas in July plot event. More in-depth details about what's going on can be found in that link! Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the date and location in the title of your comment. Let us know if you have any questions, and have fun! ]
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But not stealthy enough. He draws his sword immediately and glances sidelong at his grandson without fully taking his eyes off the giant.]
We can't let it reach the portal!
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Allowing themselves to be put on the defensive will only endanger the portal and those on the other side, so he attacks, striking at the giant aggressively and trusting that Desmond will act accordingly. They're the last lines of defense here, there is no one else.]
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Fights are never what they look like in the movies. He knew this even before the Animus, when he was getting his ass handed to him by other children on the Farm. Stamina came with the training, discipline kept your work neat, precise, everything rehearsed like choreography for a dance until you committed it all to heart, on point with no room for error. He's tired beneath the exhilaration, but adrenaline is singing a song in his veins, a force in his swing when he comes back at the wounded creature. ]
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They attack the giant one at a time, each one attacking in turn to draw his attention away from the other, keeping him off balance. The first strike isn't a fatal blow, but they draw first and only blood that soon paints the earth beneath their feet. Having attacked by himself, the giant had to know that it could mean giving up his life for his mistress. And it will.]
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She isn't looking at them. Instead, she is crouched next to the fallen giant, dragging her fingertips through the blood with a look of curious concentration. ]
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He glances across to his grandfather just briefly, then back to Thiazi, and Desmond opts for the wisest course of action: backing the fuck away.
The portal isn't far, they can make it if she's just...if she keeps doing whatever she's doing and doesn't turn her attention to them. ]
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But training and long experience win out over animal instinct, and the memory of those they must return to spurs him onward—or backward, in this case. With a quick nod to Desmond, Altaïr joins him in taking quiet steps toward the portal, moving as smoothly as he can. A few seconds more and they'll be out of her reach.]
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Really. You can't be as bored as that inside those city walls, can you? Does Papa Odin not give his pets enough toy mice to keep them occupied?
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Her voice is something lovely and intensely cruel, easing down his spine with all the gentleness of a spike of ice. He offers a tense quip in response, because Desmond's mouth is forever getting him into trouble, brittle on the edges, ]
Oh you know us, Thia, sometimes we just can't help ourselves. We'll just be on our way.
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Your attack is done. Take your servants and go.
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[ The nickname lobbed at her - Thia - has her wrinkling her nose as if she'd just bitten into something sour. The expression eases from her face as she reaches up to smooth down her frazzled hair, pulling it into a twist at the side of her neck. ]
But I won't need you alive to send a message with you this time, will I?
[ She casts a sidelong glance to the city. ]
Certainly not this close to the walls.
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That's why when Desmond moves, it's to let his sword fall to the snow while he painfully sidesteps in front of Altaïr, retrieving something from the side pocket of his coat. Two somethings, one he flips back at the Mentor, a small, silver case the size and shape of a mirrored compact.
Its purpose is clear a second later when Desmond finds the catch on his with frozen fingers and, briefly enveloping him in a flicker-flash of light the color of early summer wheat. He's used these shrine blessing force-fields before, once in Thiazi's mirror!Asgard, and he prays they'll hold up to her now. They have to. ]
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A heartbeat after his grandson, Altaïr releases his own catch, mirroring the effects of the magic device Desmond brought. A few moments, nothing more—that's all they need to hold strong against whatever assault Thiazi's about to unleash, and then they can make a break for the portal and collapse it.
In a few seconds, they could be free or they could be dead—but a few seconds is all a determined killer needs.]
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They will be able to feel the wind - frigid cold - but it whips at their clothes and faces instead of tearing at them the way it does the ground. The snow hits the barriers and bounces off; the daggers of ice slam against it and explode violently. The barriers don't last for long, but neither does the assault. They drop at the same time, and Thiazi is gone, back to her troops.
A short and squat snowman sits where she had been standing. He is featureless, save for both an uneven little frown and the fact that he seems to have been built entirely from the bloodstained snow of the fallen giant. Touching it will lead to immediate but shallow frostbite.
A little gift, maybe, for her favorite children, but she's out of time to play. ]