MISSION 1

[adsum]

Participants: Hanako, Amami, Clamor, Lucifer, Meng Yao, Shinobu, Gundham
Location: Courtyard
Date: 08/07

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For this mission, characters will icly split into two groups, and there may be an opportunity to remix groups later in the mission.)

Comments

[carpevinum]

[Hoo boy.

If this is anything like the last guy they fought, it's sound-aggro, and Lucifer turns his tank stance on would prefer to be the one dealing with the biting jaws of death than have Shinobu or Clamor do it. Shinobu is speedy enough to take this thing out if its back is turned, so...

Even though Amami was waving from the window at them like, "shut the fuck up guys"...

Lucifer is not a man who knows how to shut up. First thing's first, though, this thing is not allowed to move.]

"Hear my voice and heed my command..."

[It's just that same spell over again because I don't feel like writing out a variation of a binding hex, my brain's sleepy.]

[adsum]

[ As if the monster would let Lucifer finish speaking a single phrase. They are enveloped in the darkness, and if it must be bound then it is binding them all with it, with a feeling of pressure on all sides, the pounding headache that can be felt by all three of them now, something itching and crawling underneath their skin, the urge to scream, the urge to cry, the thirst for blood. For flesh, for bone.

A distinct feeling of wrongness. ]

[insecution]

[ Nobody planned for what’d happen in the event Clamor’s idea backfired, but it’s too late for them to rethink their strategy now. The moment Lucifer starts his chant, Shinobu takes that as her cue to move. She barely takes a step, though, before her limbs turn to lead and the world around them goes dark.

Shinobu’s eyes sting with unspent tears, but she blinks through the burn. They dart to and fro, desperately searching for a way out. Is there anything she can see in the dark that she might think to attack? ]

[adsum]

[ She can barely make out two shapes in the darkness! That she probably knows better than to attack.

But there is nobody else with them, no single hostile presence any of them can sense. The darkness that envelops them is like night, like cold fog, doing no direct hard other than giving off a sense of foreboding.

The world shifts beneath their feet, sweeping them along towards where they may recall that building being. Their stomachs feel hollow, and their hunger grows with the sound of scratching claws on wood that fill their heads. ]

[sunstead]

[The shadows move, and for better or worse they have its attention now. Clamor holds his ground next to Lucifer, knowing that he probably won't have enough time to finish that incantation, scrambling to flip back to his last page and focus—

the darkness hits them first, plunging them into lightless fog. an uncomfortable aura, sensations and thoughts and urges not their own, pressure that builds and claws against his mind, drawing them forward into further uncertainty

... but he's dealt with illusions before. these aren't his thoughts, he's scolded Noah enough times about not losing sight of what's real to let that be the end of him. he can still fight the currents, he's not ready to just give up and let it take them.

Clamor sucks in a breath through his teeth, drawing out as much mana as he can muster before pouring it into his spell. There's a faint glow from his book, and if successful, a shimmering bubble of protective light will expand outwards from it to envelope their group.]

[adsum]

[ The light pulses outward, shoving the darkness away and lifting the burden from their bodies and their minds. In this space the three can see each other, no worse for wear, but nothing outside the cloud— not the forest, not the building, not any of the three fighting to free themselves of it.

What they do see now are shapes within the darkness, short, tall, thin, wide, all distinctly human, wandering the space as if lost and adrift. Some travel alone, some huddling in groups over half a dozen, some noticing the light and approaching and placing inky hands upon the barrier that shines no light upon their features. Most don't care, heads bowed, already surrendered to their fate. ]

[adsum]

[ It's enough to keep them safe until there's that feeling again of the world shifting, of being drawn to something while leaving something behind. ]