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Emille / エメル ([personal profile] hatesdragons) wrote in [community profile] daybreakacademy2020-06-25 01:43 am

battlefield: the enraged ones [open]

Who: A. Anyone!; B. Mostly those who have shown interest in fighting the Dragon, but even if you haven't posted in the OOC interest check, feel free to jump right in anyway!

What: A. Let's talk about Heralds; B. It's time to fight a Dragon daemon!

When: Late June. A happens before B.

Where: A. The Iris Network; B. A small town found within the Mount Lebanon mountain range, Lebanon.

Warnings: There will be fighting, likely with blood and possible gore.

Note: Will match format!


A. UN: murakumo_emille | Subject: Heralds

A. Colleagues and Students,

I, Head of Research Emille, have been looking into the beings known as Heralds in order to prepare for our eventual showdown with Utultar. There are records of battles against a previous Herald, Xelvak, and we cannot forget that a baby Herald resides with us within the walls of the Academy.

Therefore, for anyone who has fought with Xelvak or Utultar, or have interacted with the baby Herald, I would like to hear your story. What was your experience like? What was the Herald like? How do you feel about the baby Herald that resides with us? Is it an abomination, or worth training to fight with us?

As for myself, I will admit that I am wary of the baby Herald. As long as it does not become a threat, it can remain with us, but the moment it becomes dangerous we will need to take action against it. Besides, I do not believe it likes me much. That is my opinion. What is yours?

--Emille



B. Codename: Sleepy Hollow

[One June afternoon, Emille receives a dire phone call from Murakumo HQ in Tokyo. They've detected signs of a butterfly-like Dragon daemon in Lebanon, and they're asking if she can mobilize a squad from Daybreak to nullify the threat. By the next morning, she and a select group of students are on a Murakumo-funded helicopter flight to the Middle East.

Upon touching down at the foot of a mountain range, they are taken in rugged ATVs to a small town within these mountains. The surrounding area is densely wooded, and snow-capped peaks can be seen off in the not-too-far distance. As for the town, it is a mess. It is obvious that something strange is going on, that a battle has been taking place. Burn marks can be seen on some of the buildings. Chunks of earth have been gouged out and strewn around. Small medical tents have been erected near the entrance to the town, with Murakumo doctors aiding wounded humans. And, of course, swaths of orange flowers have sprung up in various places, from the ground to the rooftops.

Emille and the group are greeted by a member of Murakumo as soon as they step out of the ATV. The uniformed, ventilation-masked man gives a quick debriefing: the Dragon daemon, codename Sleepy Hollow, has used some sort of ability like the shedding of its wing scales to turn the people of the town against each other, verbally and physically. Murakumo is currently working on providing an antidote to this problem, both for the victims and for those gearing up to fight the Dragon. Sleepy Hollow itself has been chased off for now, but it will be back anytime.

He then points to three stations: A larger tent set up next to the smaller medical tents where the antidote is being created, a small table with a nurse outside of the medical tents, and the biggest tent of all in the center of the town where the anti-Dragon briefing is about to begin.

Which station will you join? See the toplevels below for details!]
heromedal: (Good one.)

[personal profile] heromedal 2020-06-25 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rex would be a fine addition to either of the other teams, but for once he's chosen not to do something behind the scenes. He's fought almost everything you can imagine. Vampires, werewolves, daemons, ghosts, ogres, fae, ghouls, goblins, hydra, the list goes on. But if there is one opponent he has always wanted to fight, it's a dragon. To be a dragon slayer would bring him one step closer to reaching his mother's level.

It's been a while since he's felt a real thrill. He was calm and collected as ever before but when the sirens sound, he smiles.
]

Five minutes...[ And like the world's most sinister magical girl, he grips his giant coat from the shoulder and somehow removes it in one sweeping motion, as black ribbons wind around his body to form the muscle like combat suit and thick smoke coalescing into skeletal looking metallic additions, adding claws to his fingers and toes. A stripped-down version of his usual heavy plate armour, which also makes room for plenty of pouches full of various tricks. But his main weapons, his gigantic sword, shield and rifle are stored in the floating black box beside him. Ready to be launched out at his command. ] Too long.

[ He may be on the verge of his dangerous battle mania, but he's still Rex. He spends a moment handing out a small, green detergent pod like things and explaining they're healing items. Pop them on a wound and they'll help. ]
silksoul: rise up ting ting like glitter (⚔ i've got fire in my soul)

[personal profile] silksoul 2020-06-25 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hornet pockets the pod with a nod, though she doubts she'll need it. She's more durable than most humans tend to be, and she has her own ways of binding her wounds, but more tools against a dangerous foe she'll never turn down. It's only practical.

She leans against the wall, giving her various bits and pieces of equipment a last check. Her needle gleams sullenly in the light, a product of her meticulous care.
]

Are you so eager for the call of battle? [ Despite the bluntness of her question, it's not an accusation or a judgement. She, too, harbors a warrior's instincts; in some ways, this is simply fighting for survival once again. Just for others, rather than only herself. ]
heromedal: (The pose is close.)

[personal profile] heromedal 2020-06-26 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rex spends a moment contemplating Hornet's question, but not a long one. His answer is as blunt and simple as the question. ] Yes.

[ He doesn't feel the need to justify why exactly that is. He wants to fight a dragon. It's self-explanatory. In contrast to all logic and his usual tactical thinking, he's actually a bit annoyed there are other people involved now that he can feel his the excitement building. It'd probably be rude to ask them all to wait here, wouldn't it? Shame.

He nods towards Emille, his clawed toes (the combat suit has individual toes, not shoes, it's kinda offputting) clacking slightly as he walks by on his way out.
]

Prevention may prove more effective than cure. [ He says this as the collar of his suit opens and expands into a helmet. Before it was just vaguely similar to a dog's skull, the extended muzzle akin to a jet pilot's mask. The new helmet is obviously canine, complete with rows of teeth along the snout. A small spout of the black smoke from before wafting from between the fangs for a moment. There's some kind of purpose for all of it, even the Doberman like pointed ears. All of it except for the glowing red eyes, which are just cool. ] Thus I suggest an all-out assault from the very start. I shall begin.

[ He might not be able to tell everyone to sit on their thumbs while he fights, but he can eagerly dive in ahead and call it strategy. That's fair. And not at all a sign he's about to go joyfully berserk because battle is so fun. Rising into the air, lifting his arms to shoulder height, he levitates upwards until the dragon is in his sights and doesn't waste a moment. Thrusting both hands forward, together with palms out and wrists crossed, Rex opens the proceedings by creating several eight orbs of electricity which briefly orbit around him before streaking towards the dragon, all at once. ]
silksoul: (⚔ do you walk in the meadow of spring)

[personal profile] silksoul 2020-06-26 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hornet gives Emille a short nod. She can feel a wrongness in the air a moment before the daemon looses a shrieking cry, like a spider senses the vibrations of intruders in a web's thread; it makes her tense in anticipation.

She's pursuing Rex as well as the dragon; while she prefers to fight alone, it would be foolish to give up the tactical advantage that having teammates represents. To get out of Rex's way, she takes a hard swerve to his left, leaping rather than running to minimize the amount of air she inhales. She hurls her needle mid-leap, aiming to dive for one of the dragon's wings; from the information they were given, stopping it from being able to unleash the full effect of its scales is paramount. Silk drifts behind her in a loose web, ready to snap closed at the slightest impact.
]
silksoul: (⚔ who sold their lives to a dream?)

[personal profile] silksoul 2020-07-01 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hornet hasn't fought this particular foe before, but she knows that grounding something that can fly is often the best course of action. Holding her breath, she races towards the daemon, intending to bait it into striking with the tail it's clearly intending to use.

When it does, whether she's struck by it or not, she'll use her needle to attempt to pin that tail to the ground to limit its mobility.
]
untilitisdone: (Demons only fear one thing)

[personal profile] untilitisdone 2020-07-01 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[The Slayer lacks both Hornet's graceful precision and Rex's versatile magic. He is a blunt instrument. He sprints towards the daemon with a simplicity of purpose and, when he gets close enough, extends his shotgun and fires.

Not the gun itself, he fires the meat hook attached underneath. A wicked looking bladed hook on the end of a sturdy, lightweight chain that gouges into one of the daemon's wings, then rapidly starts retracting. It pulls the Slayer physically off the ground and into the air as he rockets towards it like a cannonball while letting out a roar of fury. He doesn't fire the shotgun itself until he is within a dozen feet of the beast.

He had no defense against the rage effect. He needed none. Daemonic magic could not make him any more angry than he already was.]
heromedal: (HERE WE GO)

[personal profile] heromedal 2020-07-01 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rex remains high in the air and a distance from those closing in. Primarily this is because of the assembly he seems to have the most long-range mojo, but he's also conscious of keeping an eye on the whole scenario. Firing into melee, however, is stupid and a good way to blow an ally's head off.

Of course, this doesn't mean he's not part of the 'all-out attack' plan. It just means he's doing a charge move. Using both hands in quick, elaborate motions done in a flurry of movement, Rex starts layering numerous spells atop each other. The black speck that forms in front of him is literally microscopic and the energy it's aligning is invisible- after all, you don't actually see light if it's not hitting your eyes. But that doesn't mean it can't melt through steel when you focus it just right.

It's not ready yet. He'll just tell everyone to dodge when it is.
]
silksoul: (⚔ who sold their lives to a dream?)

[personal profile] silksoul 2020-07-05 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hornet adjusts her needle in time to catch it a glancing slash on the tail, and decides to prioritise the incoming new threat rather than the old one; these two people should be more than enough to deal with the escaping dragon.

She spins and darts towards the three soldiers, spinning silk from her wrists to create a net. She ties one end of her new creation to her needle and hurls it into the ground to create an anchor; she takes the other end and leaps forward, aiming to cast her net over all three and pin them down before they can get any further. The silk is tough enough to withstand even bullets, at least for a little while.
]
heromedal: (tsk)

[personal profile] heromedal 2020-07-06 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmmph.

[ The ears of Rex's helmet rotate, detecting the new enemies. His solution is relatively simple- he just flies higher and pursues the dragon, his hands still held in the same position. The rational side of him concludes that firing this particular spell at unwilling combatants would be a bad idea and that it should be shot downwards towards the target anyway. The irrational part just thinks fighting a dragon is more fun than three scrubs. The imperceptible black spot between his hands is ready. By simply pointing his finger, he aims. ]

Stay back!

[ The warning is loudly amplified by his helmet and has a few seconds wait behind it, but Rex is impatient to try this spell. If this was an anime or something, time would freeze the words Atom: Real Laser would hit the screen one letter at a time. It is, however, remarkably unflashy. Invisible, an energy beam moving at the speed of light. One second nothing, the next a red spot where it lands. And then, because when you heat something to 20,000°c instantaneously it tends to be dangerous, an explosion.

The problem is, Rex hasn't done this before outside of the lab at lower power. It's entirely possible he just missed and made a 10-foot circle of molten lava out of the ground instead of actually doing anything useful.
]
silksoul: (⚔ with the devil right beside me)

[personal profile] silksoul 2020-07-13 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hornet leaps away, setting her sights on the new target as the ice shards and bullets fly. One bullet grazes her cheek, and she feels the chill of ice scraping against her more armored legs, but her reflexes are good enough that she doesn't suffer any more damage.

She doesn't exactly specialise in switching people off with precision, but she knows how to knock people out. The silk glows as she sends the man flying backward into a wall, to break his concentration and hopefully to wind him. The silk should prevent him from anything more than that; it's strong, after all.

She cuts the bonds, leaving the three people bound there as she feels, rather than sees, the crashing vibration of something falling to the ground. She races towards the smoke, adjusting her mask as she runs, spinning another net of silk in an attempt to stop the dragon from taking off. While she's capable of aerial battle, letting it take to the air further will only heighten the range of its ability.
]
heromedal: (Default)

[personal profile] heromedal 2020-07-13 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, whoops.

[ Rex says with a small giggle that would likely sound quite alien to those who know him. The childlike glee of battle and testing new spells is getting to the normally stoic young man and even as he blows up a forest he can't help but feel enjoyment.

Still, the flames and smoke aren't his allies here. The concern for the dust is fading as the immediate fun of combat is narrowing his focus, but he needs to be able to see his opponent (he's transitioned from 'their opponent' in his head) and begins an elaborate series of movements, creating a small windy vortex between his hands. It's not exactly putting out fires yet, but drawing most of the heat, ash and smoke up into a sphere stops the spread considerably, as well as improves visibility. It's all being drawn to him, like an upside-down flaming tornado and don't think he's not going to throw it at something in a minute.
]
silksoul: (⚔ who sold their lives to a dream?)

[personal profile] silksoul 2020-07-19 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ The professor seems to be the most unprotected of them, and yet she's rushing in like she's clad in invincible armor, fighting with skill. There's some missing piece Hornet feels is missing, but she doesn't understand, yet, to her own frustration, what that is.

She feels the shock immediately as the dragon tangles itself in her net, and draws it in tighter as a near-automatic response. It's important to bind the prey, to stop it from doing further damage. And there's no sense at all in rushing in to try and get the kill when another already has it, so she stays at a distance, holding the net tight, reinforcing it.
]
heromedal: (YAH-HAHAHAHA)

[personal profile] heromedal 2020-07-19 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ordinarily, Rex would be inclined to agree with Hornet- better to let everyone play their role. And with Emille, that waiting for the right moment is probably best.

Except he's still a bit excited. So he's going to hit the thing with his Sunday best. The wind kicks up even harder for a moment as all that flame and air is sucked up, compressed and undergoes a rapid transformation. He's long since mastered creating rocket fuel out of air and interestingly, all that carbon from the ash has its uses in other formulae. So instead of throwing the ball of concentrated fuel, he uses it to propel himself down.

On the way, the black box that faithfully follows him launches his sword at his hands. Catching something of Eternal Sunlight's incredible weight makes him start to spin as he descends, flames ejecting from the sphere now held in his feet (the toes are not just for show) but that's also part of the plan. Just adds momentum. His shape is distorted to the eye, like a spinning top with the broadest section the gold of his six foot sword.

He didn't know Eternal Sunlight could also turn into a rocket, but she has decided this incredibly stupid plan is worthy of rewarding by revealing one of her abilities. Vents open on his sword, further flames blasting out to increase the torque of his spin. It's dreadfully difficult to aim, so his meteor strike of a sword swing is aiming form Sleepy Hollow's centre mass.

...If he hits or not, he's still flying off into the distance and crashing into a rock headfirst. It's his first time, leave him alone.
]
silksoul: (⚔ do you walk in the meadow of spring)

[personal profile] silksoul 2020-07-21 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hornet doesn't have a lot of time to watch the collision, because fire - heat, light, brightness - is something that she reacts to faster than anything else.

Rather than rely on silk, she leaps on the mage, driving her knee into his stomach in a calculated move to try and knock the wind out of him. She might be smaller than some adult humans, but she's learned from her travels that anything that wears its flesh on the outside tends to be remarkably sensitive to high impacts.

She spins the kick into lashes of silk, aiming to knock the other two off their feet. She backs away somewhat, just to put space between them all, watching intently.
]
heromedal: (Knife throwing pose.)

[personal profile] heromedal 2020-07-21 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a moment of stillness from Rex, but it ends with him hauling his head back from the small crater his head has made, trailing dust and debris like some kind of terrifying Ariel hair flip, if she was a stone elemental instead of a mermaid. He does a quick shakedown to knock the dust off, Eternal Sunlight over his shoulder. ]

Well, that was fun. I would have appreciated a warning, though.

[ He says that last bit to his sword, because she keeps doing things he has no idea she can do. He only has a general idea of where Emille flew off to and decides to focus on stopping the flames reaching her, or starting a second forest fire. He lets Hornet deal with the rough stuff. Now it's Blue Moon's turn. Holding his hand out, his gauntlet flies from the black box to fit over his arm, the beautiful blue crystal expanding a silver disc of a shield. Getting between the flames at the... general direction Emille went, he's also scanning for her. In case, you know, he accidentally knocked her out or some embarassing shit. ]
untilitisdone: (Rip and tear)

[personal profile] untilitisdone 2020-06-26 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
The Slayer took a tide pod and pocketed it. He was never one to turn down helpful equipment freely offered. He spent a silent moment staring at Rex, trying to decide if he was entirely human.

He didn't say anything, though. Rex probably could barely even tell he was being looked at, behind all that armor. The Slayer had heard of "wearing light armor to improve mobility" and wanted no part of it.
untilitisdone: (It's not done yet)

[personal profile] untilitisdone 2020-06-26 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
The Slayer understood why this was a complicated operation. Some people needed antidotes, or medical care, and any military operation required the marshaling of your forces before the battle.

But his role in things was simple. There was a daemon, and he had a shotgun. That was...about it.

The Slayer calmly walked out to the front of their position, fully decked out in his armor, with his shotgun in one hand. He climbed up on top of a medium sized rock to get a better view, and waited. The rage was still there, of course. It never really left. But for the moment, it was under a lid of almost serene calm. The Slayer just...waited. When the daemon appeared, he would act.