asgardmeridiem | 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)

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ If Altaïr is feeling a thrill of fear, Desmond is hovering somewhere around stark terror covered over with a thin layer of steel. No. Fuck no, he's not dying, not again, but he's damn well not letting Thiazi get her hands on his grandfather, either.

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. ]

Edited (wording again fml) 2014-09-02 23:21 (UTC)

[Instinct and experience may be what saves them now. Altaïr is already in motion as Desmond tosses the case at him, and while they haven't gone through this exact scenario, they've practiced similar maneuvers.

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.]

[ Thiazi slams her hand down from overhead. A flurry of snow and slim but strong shards of ice rain down around the aura of their shields and a cloud of snow and dirt too thick to see through kicks up in a perfect circle around where they stand.

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. ]

Edited 2014-09-12 16:21 (UTC)

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