daybreakacademy | [OPEN] Knock, knock.

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[OPEN] Knock, knock.

Who: Everyone who wants in!
What: Daybreak's forces come and take out some purple fools and rescue some friends.
When: December 6th
Where: Daibzaal. Galra Central Command in the Outlands
Warnings: Fighting! Vengenace?

The quest to figure out what exactly is happening with the string of disappearances and reappearances leads to a certain lycan clan in the Outlands. The Galra are an acient clan who have amassed a large territory over the years, and make it known in no uncertain terms that their nattles have one of two outcomes: victory or death.

Their stronghold, Daibzaal, is a large technologically advanced fortress deep in the Outlands, where the dim light of the sun doesn't do much to penetrate the aura of darkness. Then again, maybe that's just the aura of darkness that comes hand in hand with what remains of a certain necromancer's Grimm friends.

[ooc: feel free to post your own top levels and thread out whatever shenanigans you would like! the ones I posted are just for organizational purposes!]

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The towers of the fortress are well guarded by a mixed arsenal of sentries and four large ion canons that have been set to automatically target and destroy any targets that are not recognized by its scanners. As Daybreak's forces come charging towards the fortress it triggers an alarm that blares throughout the entire facility.

Within moments, the automated sentries raise their rifles and begin firing down on the intruders. But perhaps that's merely meant as a distraction? At the top of the fortress, a new platform begins to rise revealing several druids and a severely damaged Vraxke gathered around a mobile cannon. The sky around them begins to blacken with darke energy as they begin to perform a ritual to unleash the full power of the Komar -- a fusion between technology and necromacy that creates highly destructive blasts of energy capable of draining the life force out of its targets.

As the fight wears on and the Galran forces are looking to be on the losing side, the emperor himself rises from his throne to take to the battlefield. He emerges from the fortress in a large rune mecha. The black lion roars as it leaps out onto the battlefield. a large blade clamped between its jaws.

"You were foolish to challenge me on my own territory. And now you will all perish."

[ooc: If you want to thread out an NPC'd boss battle with a group, hit up this top level! Just note that responses may come a little slowly as I'm gonna be out for medical reasons for a few days!]

If it wasn't obvious from the alarm that Daybreak's main forces have set off, there's quite a bit of commotion going on outside the cell. The Sentires that usually guard the door around the clock appear to be abandoning their post, their orders having been overridden by some emergency protocol.

Though your captors have been deliberately keeping you all in a weakened, hungry state, perhaps this is your chance to escape.

[ooc: it's time to bust out and beat up your captors as a group, guys! i'll be keeping an eye on this top level and throwing in some npc tags. just note that some responses might come a pinch slowly as stated above.]

[To decide on the conclusion of this event, please comment with you character's IC vote on what to do with the Galran emperor responsible for this misery and suffering. Your options are as follows:

> Kill this asshole
> Detain with the UN Special Forces
> Detain at Daybreak]

KILL!!! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GODS!!!!!!!!!!

Kokoro flies in in her Rune Armour, shooting laser blasts forward and beginning to rise up.

"Everyone who can, get up here! Everyone else, take care of the sentries!"

Detain them at Daybreak if possible, kill if not.

Detain at Daybreak, how you like them apples

You want to know what Ammy thinks? The answer may surprise you. She's perfectly ready to end this guy for good.

The second Jolyne heard about them going to fight anything, she was immediately on her feet and on the move. Stone Free's at her side as usual as she stalks towards this whole damn thing, every muscle tense as she moves. She's ready and eager to finally put herself to a good test to destroy these absolute assholes.

What she doesn't realize however is that something isn't... right. It's not until others have gone on the attack that she pauses on her spot. She can't describe it exactly, more that her body seems to be moving on its own without her needing to do anything.

Though the problem? Is that she's launching herself at the nearest Daybreak person, not giving a remote of a damn about what she's aiming for. Face, body, whatever, it doesn't matter. Stone Free is doing things a little differently from her, taking any opportunity of distraction to form strings to try and wrap around anyone in vicinity and start cutting off circulation slowly but surely.

Dismemberment? Maybe. Deep cuts and blood loss? Absolutely.

Okay but what about torturing him first before murdering him?

[As Amaterasu approaches the fortress the darkness parts as the Sun rises behind her. She blocks the rifle fire with her Divine Reflector, barely sending the sentries a glance as she cuts them in two with a Power Slash.

She looks up at the platform as it ascends, and shakes her head.]

That high up? It's like they're asking for it.

[With four quick brush strokes in a zig-zag pattern, divine lightning strikes the cannon with the literal wrath of a god.]

Zagreus had felt it was very important to come here, though he wasn't sure why. It's not like he had ever met this Galra fellows before, had he? He was pretty sure he'd remember that. And yet...

The whole fortress looked familiar. Everything about this place looked familiar. He...He HAD been here before! There'd been a guy with a metal arm that he'd bashed in the face! And some weird robots! And, something with eyes...! Blood and darkness those eyes!

Zagreus' face went blank as he continued charging towards Daibzaal with the rest of the Daybreak crew, but beyond that there was absolutely no warning before he abruptly summoned a long, straight sword made out of darkness and swung it around in a backhanded swing towards the person directly to his right.

Valvatorez is tired. Tired of his students being targeted. Tired of them somehow getting in trouble by every bastard villain who dared show their faces. And he is Done. He has been unusually quiet in the lead-up to the attack. The only thing he did on the way here was to take the time to sharpen his prized sword, Dark Calibur. He would normally not deign use it in common battle.

Today was a day he would make sure the enemies of Daybreak, the tormentors of his students, and the target of his ire would taste the bite of his sword. But that was not the only thing he intended to do when he walked into battle.

Today wasn't just a rescue. Today was about sending a message. Today, they would learn the King of Fear would not be trifled with.

Valvatorez set foot into battle, and calmly walked forth into the hail of gunfire, all shots seemingly missing him, despite several looking like they shouldn't. The sharp-eyed among Daybreak's forces will see he's simply dodging; rather effortlessly, and fast enough that the robotic sentries simply do not hit him. Machines like them probably couldn't feel fear. So that meant little to him... and as soon as he drew close enough to the waves of robotic soldiers, he would tear them to shreds with precise and unmistakably violent slashes. It was just chaff in his way. He would leave the cannon to others, unless his abilities were expressly called for in dealing with it.

No, his objectives were twofold. First, he would find those captured and save them. That was the most important thing. His other, was seeking out the living amongst the Galran. They would see his face. They would know real fear before the end. And he intended to show it to them all, and leave their bodies frozen in terror, so that any who would find them later would receive the message that he intended to leave behind. And he will visit even worse upon anyone who harmed those under his protection.

But first... there was a lot of chaff to be cut down first. Join him, won't you?

[That would be when a cloud of mist descends over the area, clearing just as fast and revealing Amaterasu ready to block his strike with Solar Flare.]

I just want you to know, I hate that I have to do this.

[With that said, she pulls Zagreus into the air with her for a spinning pile-driver.]

Val insists on killing him stone dead. But not before he shows him the true meaning of fear.

[When Grimm takes the battlefield, his expression is completely neutral.

Given what has happened one may be surprised. Grimm was incredibly emotional, even when fighting. He took so much joy in it, even when it came to fighting the first Herald. But it's princely because of what has happened that there is no time for jokes or flair. Just brutal efficiently and one pissed off vampire.

The automated sentries barely get a glance even if the shots from the rifles cut through his flesh. Irreverent. Easily regenerated. It doesn't matter, continue. A wave of the hand and they promptly explode under the sheer force of the flame pillars that burst up from under them.

He teleports up closer to the canon and the druids move to face him. Grimm speaks and there is a notable energy in the air when he does. A feeling of pure fear just from a scant few words.]

Get out of my way.

A lot of fighters came on this mission. More than capable of keeping the guards outside occupied. Which is good for them, a lot of her classmates (and teachers), love the carnage and chaos of battle.

That sorta thing just gives Maya a headache.

So once one of the doors opened to let soldiers out, Maya slipped her way in. She alternated her stealth suit off and on based on if she heard Galran's around a corner. Looking for the cells with the prisoners. Of course, this place was huge and there was enough ambient magic just being in the outlands, and all the Galran magitech, she'd need to be much closer to get a beat on anyone she knew.

So... sadly, the stealthy musician is wandering around lost. For now. She was keeping track of where she came, so she can get back out once this is all done. So... think positive.

Edited 2019-12-08 05:14 (UTC)

Whoever he was aiming at, the sword doesn't get far. Hornet's needle clashes against it and stops it in its tracks; she locks herself behind it.

She doesn't spare words or breath, except to instruct others to go around them rather than stop. In a battle like this, every minute is vital.

Her expression is stony behind her mask. It says everything it needs to; if Zagreus doesn't stop, she has no problems stopping him.

Maya will want to hear the sound of his nature.

And if she can hear nothing moral or good in there, say to kill him and just put him out of his misery.

Otherwise she'll vote for the UN to take him just to get him away from campus.

I hate that you have to do this too!

[Zagreus didn't say, because he couldn't control his mouth right now, or any part of his body, for that matter. He watched with horrified impotence as he twisted and squirmed in Amaterasu's grip before getting slammed headfirst into the rocky ground. Ow. It really wasn't fair that he could still feel everything even when he couldn't control anything.

He knew he COULD beat full blooded gods, but it hadn't been easy the first time either. This time he didn't WANT to, though. But, despite his misgivings he had no say in the matter. The sword had flown out of his hand and vanished in a puff of darkness when she'd grabbed him, but quickly enough a spear took its place, also made of shadowstuff, which he swung around in a clumsy arc to hopefully keep her away until he could get his footing back, but it wasn't much of a swing. That he was still breathing after getting suplexed by a god was a credit to his sturdiness.]

Hornet doesn't have experience in detecting invisible foes, at least not ones that are magically invisible. But even if she can't see someone, she can still sense the vibrations they make, the impact they have on the world around them.

Her stealth is a much more mundane sort; taking advantage of the commotion to slip by, tripping up or entangling guards on the way to make sure there were less problems to deal with later. Her footsteps aren't concealed, but they are light.

Before turning a corner, she pauses, eyes narrowing. She doesn't think the soldiers would be this stealthy - they were loud, clunky, noisy to a fault - so she doesn't try to skewer first and ask questions later.

"Who's there?"

[That swing doesn't make it to Amaterasu as a whole entire tree springs to life between it and her. It does leave a gash in the bark though, which Amaterasu takes advantage of. A swift Power Slash and a tackle sends the tree falling towards the Demi-god without so much as a "Timber."]

His pupils expanded until all the green of his eyes were swallowed up; every inch of his body seeming to ripple with tension. The vampire was no fighter - so he claimed, but he wasn't here to battle, he tracked down the location to rescue the taken.

In an instant, he pounces disappearing into silvery mist, darting through the air like an intangible serpent, trying to slip past barriers and past sentries, with one goal in mind. He should feel something... this close.

People figuring out she's there, when she's mostly invisible, sticking to the shadows, and... just generally being Maya is always a surprise. "Shit!" It was more startled than dread filled, and Maya's usual quiet nature meant she didn't alert anyone nearby. She unsnapped the control for the suit's stealth appearing in the hallway. Mottled gray catsuit with owl themed short cloak and mask.

Face entirely concealed, but that's how the whole stealthsuit worked. Maya put her hands up in a surrendering manner, "Same team. Just- I figured it'd be easier to locate the prisoners while all the noisy things are still happening outside."

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