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Re: Ancient Protections Against the Raving Dead [MADNESS CAPITAL: DEAD RISING]
Sat Nov 16, 2019 1:40 am
THE ONE-EYED SAGE
Enter Nicoletta
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Trying to manage everything. It's too hard. Stop trying to think about others. Stop trying to make your way through this world alone… give in, stop caring about things being done right…!
Those whispered words echoed throughout Nicoletta's mind as she watched the first out of control Vizard dodge and weave past the majority of the knives that had been sent her way. She knew about the madness wavelength, and what it was capable of. But..this was such weak material to come at her with. She felt her eyes roll instinctively as she watched the three Shinigami do their respective things. The first one managed to bind the woman with the rapier with several low level binding spells stacked atop each other. She also watched as the woman took one of her own knives into one of her thighs, seemingly unfazed by it all.
If you're trying to get me to give in to these bullshit whispers, at least bring better material than that. If I was going to give up on anything just because someone told me to, I wouldn't be here right now. She thought, aiming to shoot that comment back at the source of the voices. Of course, she heard the ringing of the gunshots, and watched the Zombies fall as she continued to make her way towards the wall itself, aiming to close the distance between her and all of the potential combatants so that she wouldn't have to rely solely on locking on to their signatures. That was when the man she had helped launched the woman he had bound into the ranks of the horde before loosing a spell that she didn't recognize. It had the incantation of the common Sokatsui, but the color was wrong.
And yet, even as the massive burst of flame tore through the ranks of the horde, Nicoletta kept moving. As the crimson flames licked out towards her however, they would find themselves slowing down in movement, their flickering eventually freezing in time before the flames simply shattered like ice, an aura of deep cold emanating from Nicoletta. Unfortunately for her, this would not be the only burst of flames that she would have to deal with. The Cero would unfortuantely go unnoticed because of the timing of the two bursts, but as the holy flame spread across her location, she would once again walk through the flames untouched, the fire shattering down into harmless shards of ice.
And that was when she noticed it. The woman was writhing, her face covered in a mask of bone as the bonds that she was held by dissolved slowly. It clicked almost immediately. She was spiking in power. Three knives formed in a delta formation around each of Nicoletta's hands, and with a few swipes of each hand, each knife was launched, aiming for various points on the body. She fully expected these weak arrows to dissolve on contact. But that wasn't the point. She didn't even look at the man who had bound her this time. She sensed the donning of another mask.
"Let her go. Her power is skyrocketing. You don't have the power to hold her. The other one on the other hand..I don't know what might happen if we leave him unattended! She called out as she raised her right arm, outstretching it fully and holding her hand out, fingers splayed as the ambient reishi in the area gathered in her palm, forming another knife. However..this one was gripped by its haft. And quickly, the arrow expanded, tip lengthening and widening out to form a blade with no tip, while the haft stretched and contorted into both a handle and a crossguard.
Once this weapon was formed, Nicoletta gripped firmly onto it. She couldn't take this as a casual hunt. She needed the power and control that Stoßzahn offered. But that wasn't it. She could feel this woman's power continue to rise. The cold aura that had been surrounding Nicoletta finally returned back to the normal outdoor temperature. But the energy she was using was not simply cut off. It was now flowing directly through her veins, empowering them. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but any nearby observer would see Nicoletta's skin gain a faint glowing pattern of red.
Unfortunately, it seemed that the other man who had just donned a mask had different ideas than she did about what was ok to do, as his shunpo carried him over to the restrained woman, bellowing with rage. Normally, she would have dealt with this problem herself. But now she was on edge. Ready to move and slice with her executioner's blade the moment it was needed. This woman's power kept raising. It was something she had never seen before..but she knew that she didn't like it. She had her blade leveled at the masked woman now. Ambient energy was being pulled to the base of the blade. No remorse. She would launch an arrow at this masked woman's face, point blank in range.
This arrow was far different than the mere knives that Nicoletta had been throwing around before. For one thing, it was very clear that an actual arrow had formed along the length of the blade, giving it an arrowhead tip before it suddenly launched away with a force that Nicoletta just simply couldn't apply to the knives. This needed to be ended quickly. If they weren't quick, the wall would just outright be gone.
Those whispered words echoed throughout Nicoletta's mind as she watched the first out of control Vizard dodge and weave past the majority of the knives that had been sent her way. She knew about the madness wavelength, and what it was capable of. But..this was such weak material to come at her with. She felt her eyes roll instinctively as she watched the three Shinigami do their respective things. The first one managed to bind the woman with the rapier with several low level binding spells stacked atop each other. She also watched as the woman took one of her own knives into one of her thighs, seemingly unfazed by it all.
If you're trying to get me to give in to these bullshit whispers, at least bring better material than that. If I was going to give up on anything just because someone told me to, I wouldn't be here right now. She thought, aiming to shoot that comment back at the source of the voices. Of course, she heard the ringing of the gunshots, and watched the Zombies fall as she continued to make her way towards the wall itself, aiming to close the distance between her and all of the potential combatants so that she wouldn't have to rely solely on locking on to their signatures. That was when the man she had helped launched the woman he had bound into the ranks of the horde before loosing a spell that she didn't recognize. It had the incantation of the common Sokatsui, but the color was wrong.
And yet, even as the massive burst of flame tore through the ranks of the horde, Nicoletta kept moving. As the crimson flames licked out towards her however, they would find themselves slowing down in movement, their flickering eventually freezing in time before the flames simply shattered like ice, an aura of deep cold emanating from Nicoletta. Unfortunately for her, this would not be the only burst of flames that she would have to deal with. The Cero would unfortuantely go unnoticed because of the timing of the two bursts, but as the holy flame spread across her location, she would once again walk through the flames untouched, the fire shattering down into harmless shards of ice.
And that was when she noticed it. The woman was writhing, her face covered in a mask of bone as the bonds that she was held by dissolved slowly. It clicked almost immediately. She was spiking in power. Three knives formed in a delta formation around each of Nicoletta's hands, and with a few swipes of each hand, each knife was launched, aiming for various points on the body. She fully expected these weak arrows to dissolve on contact. But that wasn't the point. She didn't even look at the man who had bound her this time. She sensed the donning of another mask.
"Let her go. Her power is skyrocketing. You don't have the power to hold her. The other one on the other hand..I don't know what might happen if we leave him unattended! She called out as she raised her right arm, outstretching it fully and holding her hand out, fingers splayed as the ambient reishi in the area gathered in her palm, forming another knife. However..this one was gripped by its haft. And quickly, the arrow expanded, tip lengthening and widening out to form a blade with no tip, while the haft stretched and contorted into both a handle and a crossguard.
Once this weapon was formed, Nicoletta gripped firmly onto it. She couldn't take this as a casual hunt. She needed the power and control that Stoßzahn offered. But that wasn't it. She could feel this woman's power continue to rise. The cold aura that had been surrounding Nicoletta finally returned back to the normal outdoor temperature. But the energy she was using was not simply cut off. It was now flowing directly through her veins, empowering them. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but any nearby observer would see Nicoletta's skin gain a faint glowing pattern of red.
Unfortunately, it seemed that the other man who had just donned a mask had different ideas than she did about what was ok to do, as his shunpo carried him over to the restrained woman, bellowing with rage. Normally, she would have dealt with this problem herself. But now she was on edge. Ready to move and slice with her executioner's blade the moment it was needed. This woman's power kept raising. It was something she had never seen before..but she knew that she didn't like it. She had her blade leveled at the masked woman now. Ambient energy was being pulled to the base of the blade. No remorse. She would launch an arrow at this masked woman's face, point blank in range.
This arrow was far different than the mere knives that Nicoletta had been throwing around before. For one thing, it was very clear that an actual arrow had formed along the length of the blade, giving it an arrowhead tip before it suddenly launched away with a force that Nicoletta just simply couldn't apply to the knives. This needed to be ended quickly. If they weren't quick, the wall would just outright be gone.
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Tue Nov 19, 2019 7:20 pm
With each blast of spiritual-energy infused Kido that crackled through the sky above the horde, they seemed to only grow more excited, savage movements highlighting their flailing against one another. That was, at least, until he loosed a rather large blast. While at the same time, the dislodged rock from the ceiling crashed down onto his form, likely crushing the exhausted man.
KARR-OOOOM!
The roar of flames and explosion echoed throughout the chamber as the blast decimated another wave of the undead, corpse after corpse turning to dust at the force of the male's attack. He had managed to destroy a significant number of the beasts with his sacrifice, but now… his body was descending. He was losing his grip, and the Horde could feel it. Grabbing hands reached up for him, the zombies beginning to pile upon one another, one hand reaching out as it grasped onto his leg. Suffering. Suffer… ing. Sacrificing. Over and over again. Your… doom.
The purple energy surged around the Vizard known as Abigail. Strong. Consume. Abandon. Abandon! The waves of Madness pulsed through her down to her very core, as a battle between her internal forces grew in ferocity. Any fear or hesitation that she would normally have held toward charging into her foes should be gone. The only thing left should be the urge, no, the need for her to do what she wanted. To take what she wanted.
The zombies were being swathed through, the Mad Knight cutting his way through the chaos and devastation. He held no fear of them, and they did nothing to stop him. His shouting caused their very bones to shake as he chopped and slashed his way through the horde, completely without fear. In that moment, it seemed that the man had achieved some point of zen; his entire being joined within itself, toward some purpose. The results were devastating, the flames consuming and crushing all of those within his path.
Do not quit. NEVER QUIT! KEEP PUSHING!
The voices that held sway within his mind roared at him, trying to drive him through the pain. Whether or not the man's hollow was calling at him, driving him forward, or trying to take control…
The Madness cared not.
The last defender, it seemed, had a much stronger grip over her sense of awareness. Able to push out the current situation to the point where she could roll her eyes at it. The nonstop cackling of the undead around her, it seemed, did not perturb this Quincy one bit.
…but if you were really that kind of person… you wouldn't stand around with one eye.
Whether or not the madness had an actual voice, or whether the memory shot through Nicoletta's head, unbidden. The Madness attempted to bring forth that emotional response, that deep part of herself.
Indeed, how noble you are; gripping and clinging to the ways of old. Afraid. Of change. Of growth. It's not bravery; you are a coward.
This one was not just words; it was a suspicion. It was hesitation. It was a negative heartbeat; it was anxiety itself. She had held up her shield; but what happened when a shield was struck directly? What happened when an overwhelming blow was done against a concentrated defense…?
Meanwhile, her power was skyrocketing. Attracting the shambling forms down below to her. They could not reach her. They grew more and more frustrated. More and more unable to act on what they desired…
And that was what caused for the bizarre state of a single zombie, his body soaring through the sky, leaping right at her as she loosed her concentrated shot…
And that was when it happened.
The blast Abigail had fired crashed against the outside of the wall. Zombie after zombie was pushed back from it; the defenders watching as it crashed into its target. Corpse after corpse was blown back, knocked further and further back, until they finally crumpled, bodies yielding to the superior force. Body after body was jammed back against the foundation, as the shaking grew much, much stronger.
CRRRRNNN-RRRRNNN-RRRRRNNN…
The sound of creaking, breaking rock filled the air. Above the defenders, another chunk broke, snapping off as the entire entrance to the Wall's hole came undone. The ceiling crashed down into the corpses. Some of them were able to wiggle their way between the falling debris, but most were crushed by stones millennia old crushing and breaking their reanimated bones.
The wall was cracking apart, breaking, shattering. And between the stones, a single hole had emerged. The zombie heading directly for Nicoletta's face suddenly stopped, its body twitching, careening.
BANG!
The zombie's body stopped mid-flight, an explosion ripping and tearing its lower body apart, just outside of Nicoletta's body. Down below, the sounds of explosions continued to roar.
Each shot echoed throughout the wall, the structure continuing to collapse, to crumble. The ancient structure was heartily built; but it was coming down. Behind the zombies, waves of explosions tore through the sides of the hole, courtesy of the bullets that had sailed at impossible angles around the outside of the wall. This cleared the corpses away, forcing them to stop assaulting the structure. It was too late, though, as another shot, and then another tore through the outside of the wall.
Another two shots blared against the outside structure. The wall was blown apart on the outside, a great covering appearing. Stone and rubble fell onto the waves of corpses, flattening them into the ground. Through the hole…
Around Takehiko's body, the zombies were blown away, two of the shots crashing as his teacher's bullets destroyed the grasping hand. Two more shots landed firmly in the path of Nicoletta and the way out.
The last two came for the two Vizard whose masks were on, whose bodies were twitching, who had been attacking with wild abandon. Laskt would be the first struck, the explosion triggering near his legs. For Abigail, it was a different case; a direct shot to the chest. These blasts would hit with the force of several grenades; they were not meant to kill, to stop someone from breathing. They were designed to shock, to stun, to knock aside.
The Horde's size has shrunk, returning to the state it was previously. The attacks of Abigail, Laskt, Takehiko, and the outsider, along with the collapsing structure itself, have dealt a hearty below to the assembled corpses. But, a hearty number of their forces remain; but they are no longer as scattered, and the wall is crumbling down. Those caught within it will be crushed by hundreds of pounds of rock, unless they are able to escape through the widened hole, or otherwise force the incoming debris from crushing them. Who will make it out alive, and who will be buried?
Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who has said it, not even if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.
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Re: Ancient Protections Against the Raving Dead [MADNESS CAPITAL: DEAD RISING]
Tue Nov 19, 2019 10:12 pm
Blood Kuchiki
Takehiko Kuchiki
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おだ たつや
The wall falling atop him crumbling on his body. It felt like failure reaching through the void. Had he let it fall? Had he failed those innocent people on the other side? The rock struck him square in the head followed by the wall. Thus leaving Takehiko in a state of darkness. His mind in a total black within the void. He felt it fading so slightly as it faded. His grasp on reality ever fading away now. It felt like the loss of blood began to take hold. Ruin was at her limit for holding back Akuma. But he didn't wish to fold here not to fail. No, he wouldn't give up until every last enemy was vanquished. Takehiko's chest slowly rose and fell from the ground. Slowly pulses from his limp frame began going. Bits of red began staining his skin slowly. This wasn't blood but something akin to skin color. His body trembled as Takehiko's mind fought No giving up wasn't an option here. He refused to let it slip away and fail. He was a Kuchiki dammit, he wouldn't dishonor his uncle. "Listen to me...GET UP DAMN YOU!!" His voice raged inside as he felt his hands moving. Grasping as Takehiko screamed at his conscious within himself. "I REFUSE, I WON'T GO QUIETLY INTO THE NIGHT! YOU WON'T BE THE DISHONOR ON MY UNCLE I SWEAR ON MY SOUL!" Slowly his body tightened as reiatsu began pouring out. Rocks and crumbling walls blasted away in moments.
Around his body, the black reishi flooded outwards. But this wasn't the climactic rising he wanted. Slowly Takehiko's body moved upwards as his head fell backward. Takehiko's body pouring out excessive amounts of black reiatsu around him. His crimson-colored reiatsu bathed in the dark hollow colored reiatsu. Tattoos and markings formed all over his body. As the slow crawling of red skin continued to push downwards. Covering his body as he gripped his zanpakuto tightly. It wasn't him gripping it though. He felt distant almost like afloat from his body. Eyes opened slowly beneath a samurai-like mask. Black but the eyes themselves like lava within a volcano. The color jarring as his body slowly turned it's attention elsewhere. Eyes fell on those around him slowly taking stock of what lingered. The Kuchiki's normal long black hair fell down his shoulders. Red horns came from the center of his skull. It's digits slowly tightening as breath escaped.
The madness was that what drove it forward now? Had his body become a mindless beast? Yes, but there was a select difference here. His body in all it's function and process. Every single thought is numb and gone. Save for one single action. Kill the enemies and protect China, honor the Kuchiki name. That was a single distinction. Every fiber of his soul wanted nothing more than to serve. To be useful to his uncle and the Gotei. No matter the cost to his soul or body. Takehiko was willing to sacrifice it all. Now he became a spectator to this show. It's frame slowly turned towards those defined as enemies. Takehiko's mind felt tired and adrift. Lost in a current of soothing feelings. This was nice not having to feel it on his shoulders. Not having to fear to fail his uncle or anything. To fear disappointing Colin or Ulv. The feeling of freedom to just exist and be numb to it. He could feel it like his mother's embrace. Slowly wrapping around his neck and holding him close. A flash of crimson appeared around his body index and middle fingers on his right hand.
A blast of cero went flying towards the zombies. The strong vindication of his actions and belief. Reiatsu swirled around the creature. As it let out a scream or howl throughout the area. Bringing both hands together crimson lights began forming. As it clapped them together beginning to create a massive cero. Ready to toss it as though a soccer ball into the fray. Within Takehiko's mind, he laid adrift in a liquid. It felt like no water or fluid he could be familiar with. It just felt peaceful as he closed his eyes. Was it so wrong to just want to surrender to it? To surrender to the flow of this river? Was Takehiko the person worth anything? The guy who took over seemed capable enough. Why did he need to fight this feeling before them? Abigail was gone and so was Laskt now among them. What point was there in fighting? The rock and so much pressure it felt so heavy. To exist in this realm and help those in need.
"WAKE THE FUCK UP BOY!!" A voice thundered inside of his mind as the blank scenario turned red everywhere. It was though a mist flooded the entire river he floated in. "Tell me, something boy, do you plan to dishonor Tsunashi and your mother further? " Takehiko's frame shot out of that water quickly. Dripping fluids running as he looked around. Trying to find the source of the voice. His eyes showing signs of anger as his veins in his neck tightened. "What do you know about it, you're just some god damn figment of my imagination!" His eyes looked around though ready to fight. Takehiko's peaceful slumber amidst the river had been interrupted. This voice had struck a nerve that had been rather raw. Stupid brats who don't know what honor means should shut up!" The voice echoed back at him making his skin turn bright red. Not with blushing but anger as his eyes couldn't even see straight.
[i]"Really some disembodied voice is going to tell me about honor, why don't you show yourself you honorable son of a bitch. " His fists slowly tightened in anger as Takehiko's emotions were fully at the surface right now. He'd never been this provoked by anyone in his life. But the fact of the matter was why did it matter? Honor and all that damn bullshit, why was it pushed on him? Why did he have to take the damn high road? "So you got some fight in you brat, that's good. I'd hate to pick on a weak pathetic little momma's boy." Slings and arrows on his dead mother it felt like something bubbling to the surface. Immense anger and rage beginning to consume him within.
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Power filled her from deep within. Pressure weighed down on her from above. Pain shot through her body, and a loud rumbling could be heard and felt in the ground underneath her. The situation grew more chaotic with every moment, and in that chaos, the vizard had broken her bonds. The volley of knives to pepper her limbs and body were hardly acknowledged, as her flesh resisted their very course and regenerated faster than damage could be dealt.
That wasn't the only attack thrown in her direction, however.
Abigaíl screamed, the deadly call of a cornered beast that echoed with the damned power filling her soul. The quincy's arrow flew, and she snatched it from the air in her teeth, letting it tear flesh from bone and shatter everything underneath. Golden-and-black orbs glared at the woman from behind her cracked and fractured mask, and as the last of her magical bonds were broken-
Another explosion tore into the air, and she roared in agony. This had been no simple knife or arrow, and Abigaíl's power rose further. No, not hers. Her other half's. The power that could save her now; it pulsed like a powerful heartbeat, and her voice grew ever more enraged.
The creature to emerge from the smoke was no longer Abigaíl Espinosa. With frightening speed that shook the ground underneath its leap, the beast clad in white and black armor tore through the air like a bullet. Its call shook one to their bones, and its touch burnt beyond that still.
Its one free hand, misshapen and more claw than fingers, wrapped around the masked face of the one who had challenged it. Its momentum continued, more and more as it bound off the very air itself to flee with its prey in its grasp. There was too much chaos here. Too many threats. It would return, but only after this meal had been devoured.
How did the saying go?
To divide and conquer.
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Re: Ancient Protections Against the Raving Dead [MADNESS CAPITAL: DEAD RISING]
Thu Nov 21, 2019 12:51 am
THE ONE-EYED SAGE
Enter Nicoletta
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It happened in an instant. The attack that she hadn't noticed crack off connected with the wall. And after that attack resolved itself..all hell broke loose. The woman that she had just loosed a concentrated arrow at caught it in her teeth, an act that she would normally have considered impossible, due to the fact that these were more akin to ballista bolts than a normal arrow. After that, Nicoletta heard the first gunshot, and a burst of gore splattered the ground. She had seen just what was going on. A hole had opened up in the wall in front of her, out of which a zombie came careening at her. To kill it would have been easy. But as Nicoletta raised her sword to bisect the creature, it froze mid flight. It's entire lower body exploded apart, causing the thing to hit the ground.
A quick swipe from the one eyed Quincy would make sure that this body's head was removed from its neck. An easy enough feat, given that the blade of her weapon acted identically to that of a Seele Schneider. Still, this act that was done far more quickly than usual, as she was enhanced by the power of Blut Arterie, which was enhancing everything in her body aside from her already impressive defensive power. The next three bangs went into the wall itself, through the hole that had opened. Several more bangs, and part of the wall was shorn away. At this point, Nicoletta was making a tactical retreat. The wall was clearly crumbling, and remaining where she was would end up being a bad idea. She only narrowly dodged two gunshots that hit the ground, marking the beginning of the path that led out of the area..which was through the hole that had been created. She watched as this new creature created from the female Vizard was hit with a bullet, causing her torso to bounce against the ground she had been slammed into.
But it didn't stop her. Without warning, she moved like a bullet, grabbing hold of the other Vizard that had been winged and carrying him away. The two were consumed by the madness. As was the third person, whose screaming did not go unnoticed. Even as she moved away from the wall, and tried to keep herself away from the horde itself, she found herself glad that she was stronger than that..that she was a strong per-
"..but if you were really that kind of person… you wouldn't stand around with one eye."
What was once a simple stranger's whisper had turned into a cacophony of voices. The whisper itself, her father, her mother..even herself. She had been prepared to hear things..but that had her reeling. Where once she had been simply running as a form of tactical retreat, anyone watching would instead see the one eyed quincy vanish, shakily riding the currents of reishi under her feet as far as it would take her. By that point, she had managed to pass through the hole in the wall, and landed in relative safety. Her feet touched solid ground, but the wall was still in the process of collapsing. Along with this, the red glow coming from Nicoletta's body faded away, and her physical statistics lowered back to normal. It had all happened in an instant. She was away from the wall. But the whispers had definitely hit hard against her mental shielding. She tried to simply shake the voices off. They were merely the byproduct of being in the presence of the wavelength. She knew that. But the voices weren't done with her.
Indeed, how noble you are; gripping and clinging to the ways of old. But it's not bravery; you are a coward. Afraid of change. Of growth. Just like your father. At this point, the madness had found a memory, and instead of hearing the whispers as they intended, that quote flashed through Nicoletta's mind, taking the framework of the words that it wished to tell her, and building itself up through a harsh truth. Nicoletta's vision wavered for a moment. But instead of saying anything, she let out a scream of frustration and swung her blade. There were still corpses on this side of the wall, as the horde had not quite dispersed. Unlike with the knives or her previous slice however, this corpse's body would not find itself burning, or even severed. Instead, it quickly crystallized, freezing solid as another bright red knife formed in her free hand, being flung at another corpse a short distance away. The single tear had fallen..but she wouldn't let these words take her faculties away.
"..I may not have an eye..and I may not have been brave..but there is one thing I have..it's strength. I won't be puppeteered around like the rest of these fools!" She yelled as the knife found itself buried to the hilt in the center of it's targets spine, causing it to suddenly burst into flame, igniting some of the corpses around it as well. Of course, these flames burned with the intensity of a blacksmith's forge. None of the corpses that ignited would last long against a heat and flame of that intensity.
With two of the previous combatants gone, and the fate of the third unknown, she was the only one left to face the horde, as far as she could. She wasn't going to let herself get taken over just yet. She had come out here to help, after all.
A quick swipe from the one eyed Quincy would make sure that this body's head was removed from its neck. An easy enough feat, given that the blade of her weapon acted identically to that of a Seele Schneider. Still, this act that was done far more quickly than usual, as she was enhanced by the power of Blut Arterie, which was enhancing everything in her body aside from her already impressive defensive power. The next three bangs went into the wall itself, through the hole that had opened. Several more bangs, and part of the wall was shorn away. At this point, Nicoletta was making a tactical retreat. The wall was clearly crumbling, and remaining where she was would end up being a bad idea. She only narrowly dodged two gunshots that hit the ground, marking the beginning of the path that led out of the area..which was through the hole that had been created. She watched as this new creature created from the female Vizard was hit with a bullet, causing her torso to bounce against the ground she had been slammed into.
But it didn't stop her. Without warning, she moved like a bullet, grabbing hold of the other Vizard that had been winged and carrying him away. The two were consumed by the madness. As was the third person, whose screaming did not go unnoticed. Even as she moved away from the wall, and tried to keep herself away from the horde itself, she found herself glad that she was stronger than that..that she was a strong per-
"..but if you were really that kind of person… you wouldn't stand around with one eye."
What was once a simple stranger's whisper had turned into a cacophony of voices. The whisper itself, her father, her mother..even herself. She had been prepared to hear things..but that had her reeling. Where once she had been simply running as a form of tactical retreat, anyone watching would instead see the one eyed quincy vanish, shakily riding the currents of reishi under her feet as far as it would take her. By that point, she had managed to pass through the hole in the wall, and landed in relative safety. Her feet touched solid ground, but the wall was still in the process of collapsing. Along with this, the red glow coming from Nicoletta's body faded away, and her physical statistics lowered back to normal. It had all happened in an instant. She was away from the wall. But the whispers had definitely hit hard against her mental shielding. She tried to simply shake the voices off. They were merely the byproduct of being in the presence of the wavelength. She knew that. But the voices weren't done with her.
Indeed, how noble you are; gripping and clinging to the ways of old. But it's not bravery; you are a coward. Afraid of change. Of growth. Just like your father. At this point, the madness had found a memory, and instead of hearing the whispers as they intended, that quote flashed through Nicoletta's mind, taking the framework of the words that it wished to tell her, and building itself up through a harsh truth. Nicoletta's vision wavered for a moment. But instead of saying anything, she let out a scream of frustration and swung her blade. There were still corpses on this side of the wall, as the horde had not quite dispersed. Unlike with the knives or her previous slice however, this corpse's body would not find itself burning, or even severed. Instead, it quickly crystallized, freezing solid as another bright red knife formed in her free hand, being flung at another corpse a short distance away. The single tear had fallen..but she wouldn't let these words take her faculties away.
"..I may not have an eye..and I may not have been brave..but there is one thing I have..it's strength. I won't be puppeteered around like the rest of these fools!" She yelled as the knife found itself buried to the hilt in the center of it's targets spine, causing it to suddenly burst into flame, igniting some of the corpses around it as well. Of course, these flames burned with the intensity of a blacksmith's forge. None of the corpses that ignited would last long against a heat and flame of that intensity.
With two of the previous combatants gone, and the fate of the third unknown, she was the only one left to face the horde, as far as she could. She wasn't going to let herself get taken over just yet. She had come out here to help, after all.
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Re: Ancient Protections Against the Raving Dead [MADNESS CAPITAL: DEAD RISING]
Tue Nov 26, 2019 12:02 pm
The sounds of rubble impacting the ground began to slowly disperse, the calm after a storm filling the air. The woman had managed to escape; the two monsters had gone to continue their battle in a new arena. The remaining Vizard, a representative of the Shinigami, had found his body crushed beneath the rubble.
Thousands of pounds of history had collapsed, taking a massive number of the horde with it. Pushing them down onto the ground, some of them crushed to the point where their skeleton was the only part of them that remained solid. The wall collapsing had taken a decent number of the creatures along with it, but there were still remnants on both sides of the rubble, along with those who had been beneath the wall..
Speaking of which, it appeared that one of those who had been crushed took exception to his current circumstances. With a series of crashing noises, his body rose back up, and he prepared two large explosions. While the Madness circled around him, it had difficulties finding purchase any longer; much like an animal, without reason, there was no holes for the Madness to pick at and expand. Something else was in control of Takehiko now.
One blast of his cero resulted in another wave of the corpses being decimated; with another blast, he left even more blown to pieces. However, that second blast had been performed with a great deal of power; the wall beneath it had been blown away as well, and now some of the corpses squirming and twitching beneath the building were trying to rise from the hole, the rubble shifting as they tried to find a means of--
The sound of explosions ripped through the air as the six shot spread landed in the opening, blasting wave after wave of the corpses who had been trying to rise from it. They were still coming. Her focus had shifted to the corpses, even as the madness picked and poked at her mind. That's right. And you know who else has strength…?
Those mad, mindless corpses you say you're so different from.
That sense of similarity was the emotion that flooded toward Nicoletta now, as she admitted to her flaws, to her faults, trying to accept who she was. In a way, the Madness had returned to what it did best; attempting to inflict despair. Perhaps that was the way she would see it. Or perhaps she would--
A glowing light appeared in the distance, for just a moment… before shooting past her. The sound of the raw power like a jet's engines. It may well have been the single largest collection of energy that the woman had ever seen. Light poured outward from behind the wall as the blast impacted into the ground. The smell of burning flesh soon covered the area around the wall as those corpses who had been working their way through the collapsed structure were destroyed, the force of the explosion compounding as the full length of the blast converged on its target location.
The light from the blast began to fade, leaving behind a peculiar feeling. Like a bird in flight, or a falcon about to take down its prey. Determination and freedom; the decimated corpses were left in the wake of these self-actualizing emotions. There were still a small number trying to shamble their way forward, who had been on the outside of the blast; but the raw force of the attack had significantly reduced the incoming waves of the dead.
The corpses who had managed to break through the wall, those rising from its debris, and the last survivors of the Cero launched from whoever was in the City supporting them are the last troops remaining. The Wall may have fallen; but the last two defenders each are left with their own determination. What will happen now? Will they remain united in purpose…? Or turn against one another…?
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Re: Ancient Protections Against the Raving Dead [MADNESS CAPITAL: DEAD RISING]
Tue Nov 26, 2019 4:00 pm
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Takehiko Kuchiki
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His body continued it's marching towards the undead masses now. It had no interest in the Quincy as every last drop was devoted. Towards the end goal of blasting that miserable undead into bits. That voice could squeak all it desired but it wouldn't reach him. No only a single voice could reach him now. Slowly his eyes looked out towards it. Slowly bits of his skin continued turning red now. It marched towards that undead ever quicker. Letting out a roar sending reiatsu blasting around him. Before it brought his hand up creating another cero. This one is not as large as prior ones sent out. It flung the cero almost like a fastball towards the undead. Finally becoming still the head turned towards those gunshots. Registering now what had been going on. Its focus became heightening all the more on the presence. Slowly the body remained stationary now. Almost as though hibernating for this moment under it. What could be described as an animalistic form that sought only to blow up undead corpses?
Slowly it brought both hands outwards in front of it and opened its mouth. Quickly red energy began gathering forming a cero. The energy would continue pooling together in a swirl. It was preparing a massive attack with every bit of energy. It intended to end this entire thing here. The orb grew bigger and larger by the moment. Slowly growing to the size of a two-story home. Within the world away from his body. Back in that gloomy blackness, an angry Takehiko grew more frustrated. Clenching his jaw as he felt his knuckles begin digging. [color=blue]"His eyes grew like ice as his anger simmered almost boiling over. Crimson reiatsu flooding the black room ever quicker. It was becoming clear Takehiko's rage was becoming thicker. Oh.... He didn't let out much but a sound. Fury resonated more and more as he looked around. Where did this bastard go taunting him? Slowly he felt hands come around his neck. Digits playing through his hair now as those digits touched him.
Fingers that were pale but rough by nature. They didn't appear to pressure anything as of yet. "So angry, like a flailing child you let your guard down...Come now boy, how are you going to respond now? Do you intend to let that..thing control all of it?" Slowly his head attempted to turn around. To see what was speaking to him now. That was the part of him he tried to understand. But quickly those hands grew firm tightening around his neck. Causing his hands to reach up and protest. "No peaking, this isn't a social call." The figure said before leaning against him. That was when he felt the firmness of breast into his back. It was a female who pushed into his back now. Those hands not losing firmness until he gave up on it. Gave up on looking behind him now. "I.." Quickly a hand slipped from his neck to gently put a finger on his mouth. "No talking just listening, Colin Washi, Ulv Aubur, Jaeden Crow, Byakuya Kuchiki, Momo Hinamori, and Henrex Astillion. "
The figure rattled off names to him of people he knew very well. Before her hands came to rest on his throat again. "These people have given you time and much more. How long do you intend to let them down? How long do you intend to keep letting anger be your guide? When I and so many others remain here..ready to be your pillars." Takehiko inhaled through his nostrils before exhaling. Feeling anger slowly leave his body now. Slowly it began to fade away from him. He didn't try and speak again staying with listening as blue began to clear. This black room cracked slowly. As though the place was shattering. Lines began appearing around him. As slowly fractures began forming more and more. Slowly his attention was snapped free from the void. Around his body outside cracks formed around as the cero quickly began falling apart. Cracks came as Takehiko's body stood there now. Only a tranquil calm as he looked behind him now. Nothing was there but he felt it still on him.
Looking down as blood dripped down his body from several places now. He was in so much pain and perhaps even at exhaustion. How much energy did he have left as he looked around? Slowly his eyes looked around as he felt it all at once. The world suddenly flew forward as his body hit the ground. Slowly he winced looking at his hand. Bringing it up towards his throat he laid there now. Reaching in his bag for a restoration pill. These were used by medical staff to restore reishi. He'd lost so much it seemed. His body screamed to stop as he felt around for his bag. How far had he gotten in this moment? "Ruin...I'm sorry, to put you through all this...I'm sorry." He said softly as he laid upon his back now. He needed to rise again even though his body was tired. He couldn't give up anymore, his right arm was broken. His left leg as well with several ribs, Takehiko had taken a massive amount of damage.
His frame slowly rose to lean on his zanpakuto's hilt. The blade had sealed itself meaning nothing remained. He slightly clenched his blade as he walked towards the horde for a moment. Before he stopped sighing to himself this was it as far as he could go. He needed to go to the Medical Camp and help them. In this condition, he was in no shape to fight anymore. Takehiko had fought as long and hard as he could. Exploration had been done at this point now. It was time for him to depart, wasn't it? His eyes looked around as blood slowly ran down his shoulders. "I'm sorry, I can't provide any more...assistance..I'd only slow you down. I'm going..to signal the Gotei to send the medical...Corps. We need aid..can you..handle this?" Just talking felt like it took so much energy. It felt like every word was a mountain being dropped on him. He needed to open a Senkaimon. Bringing his sword up with one arm Takehiko plunged it into the air turning it. He stumbled inside the opened void hardly maintaining balance.
A hell butterfly leaping from his finger giving the Gotei details and coordinates of a safe zone. Takehiko's frame fell over as the zone closed. Blood dripped out of his body. This was as far as he could go now, nothing else could be done. OPening a senkaimon was everything. Everything he had left now it was time to rest. He didn't know what came next as the vision became an abyss. Darkness took him completely as his exhaustion and fatigue from injuries overcame him. Takehiko Kuchiki had performed until his body couldn't a second longer. He acted out his duty and tried to protect them. Laying upon the floor between worlds he'd be met with Medical personal. His time here in this stage was over. He'd need rest and many things to undo the damage. He suffered from this place as well as the haunting woman. The figure whose hands he could not see or visage he couldn't picture. He couldn't save Abigail or Laskt the Quincy his master was without him now.
Could he not of lingered longer in that form and fought? Until the bitter end as he laid there in a state. Unable to even feel his body at this point. The ground and everything around him. It all felt so much like he was levitating. All he could be was sorry for his shortcomings and do better next time.
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Re: Ancient Protections Against the Raving Dead [MADNESS CAPITAL: DEAD RISING]
Tue Nov 26, 2019 11:31 pm
THE ONE-EYED SAGE
Enter Nicoletta
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That's right. And you know who else has strength…?
Those mad, mindless corpses you say you're so different from.
Now Nicoletta was flooding with a feeling of eerie similarity..or at least..that was the plan that the voice had. Unfortunately for it, those emotions would be drowned out by an adrenaline rush as a pillar of light flew just past her peripheral vision, and the roaring of it's immense power filled her ears. Her senses were so overwhelmed that it had loosened the grip that the madness wavelength had started to gain on her. She watched as the blast converged upon its target..creating a light so blinding that she had to lift one of her hands in front of her face along with closing her eye. However, as the light faded and Nicoletta looked out at what she was seeing..she felt more free from the voice and the madness than she had been ever since first setting foot in this area. However..now she was hearing another voice. Once again, Nicoletta's feet left the ground, and she had closed the distance. She saw him. The Vizard from before who had turned before the wall had started falling. He had somehow broken free. And what he had left to say would have been quite galling, had it been said in any other scenario.
"I'm sorry, I can't provide any more...assistance..I'd only slow you down. I'm going..to signal the Gotei to send the medical...Corps. We need aid..can you..handle this?" Before she could even open her mouth in response, the man was already leaving, a gate to the afterlife opening. He stumbled into it..and just like that, he was gone. She was alone now, the sounds of corpses shambling around her being the only thing she could hear, aside from the distant roaring of the two who had truly lost themselves. Nicoletta sighed deeply.
"Can you handle this?" you ask, but then don't even stay around long enough to get an answer? That fuck is lucky that I have a way to deal with the remaining stragglers.. She muttered as she slowly closed her eye, breathing in deeply. As she inhaled, the rings that were her crosses began to glow in their respective colors. There were hands that were managing to claw out of the debris around her. Corpses shambling for the collapsed portion of wall. But right now, Nicoletta heard none of it. Instead, she heard the rushing of blood as power thrummed throughout her.
If the mysterious helper that had been assisting things so far was still watching, he would see an eerie mist start to creep through the area, with Nicoletta as its epicenter. It got thicker, and thicker, and thicker still. Eventually, Nicoletta herself could not be seen through the thickness of the mist. Everything around her however would be able to feel the sudden drop in temperature that had brought upon this thick mist..however, it would not last long. After a few moments, a sudden scorching burst of heat blew the mist away. Nicoletta was no longer standing atop the debris..and she looked completely different. Upon a glance, one might assume that she had become a corpse as well. Her complexion certainly would remind one of a corpse that had been sitting around for at least a few days.
However, this would prove to be woefully inaccurate, as her clothing had also changed. As she floated there, it became apparent that she was now bedecked in the robes of a sage, with a trail of flickering blue flames hemming the long, flowing sleeves of these robes, as well as hemming the bottom of them. Her feet were not visible. However..neither was her eyepatch. And as she opened her eyes, it became clear why. A new eye was in place of the one she had lost. One made of blackened ice. She saw no longer in simply color. Everything also was shown in an overlay of infrared. These robes also had a shawl of pitch black feathers. On one side, these feathers were tipped with the same blue flames as the outfit. On the other, these feathers were covered in flecks of frost.
These would be on her right and left sides respectively. Coming out of each shoulder was a wing. One was ice, and looked quite angelic. The other was fire, and was fittingly demonic. Along with this, there was a new weapon floating by her side. A war scythe. However, it wasn't needed. Unfortunately for the friendly support, he would not be getting the full context of what was going on. For the entire time that this had been happening, Nicoletta had also been speaking.
"Der Tod, das ist die kühle Nacht." This line had been spoken as the mist had rolled in..and to anyone within earshot..it would sound awfully like Nicoletta had started to recite a poem..
Das Leben ist der schwüle Tag." With the utterance of this line, the mist had been blown away, replaced by a sudden scorching heat, along with the reveal of her Vollstandig. But she was not done.
"Es dunkelt schon, mich schläfert, Der Tag hat mich müd' gemacht." She said as her eyes opened, and she scanned the area. Slowly, one hand raised, and fingers moved in odd, flowing ways.
"Über mein Bett erhebt sich ein Baum." As this line was spoken, the temperature around Nicoletta would drop once again. However..this time it was far more severe. Everything around her would suddenly begin to develop rapidly creeping frost. The wall. The corpses. The very ground itself. This frost even crept up into the air, defying all laws of physics. From a distance, it was clear what was going on. This frost was overtaking everything within the range of two city blocks. As it crept up into the sky, it also became clear what was going on. The frost that was creeping into the air was creating the shape of a tree. An absolutely massive one. Big enough to not only fill the hole in the wall, but reach above it.
"Drin singt die junge Nachtigall; Sie singt von lauter Liebe." The fingers stopped their movement, and the frost gave way to true ice as the temperature continued to drop. She slowly floated backwards, the tree fully solidifying mere moments after she returned to her original position, away from the wall..however, as one hand dropped, another would raise.
"Ich hör es sogar im Traum." As the final line was spoken, the fingers on the raised hand clicked with a snap. And suddenly, the ice of the tree began to glow from within with an orange light..only for the thing to detonate, creating an absolutely massive wave of superheated steam, enough to scour the skin from the very bones of the corpses. The detonation of the tree was simultaneous with this sudden eruption of steam, creating a tornado of immense heat, made visible. By the time the thing finally ended, the woman who had created this phenomenon was nowhere to be seen. In truth, she had taken her tactic of retreating to its logical extreme. The wall had fallen. Even with as few corpses as there were, there were bound to be more. She couldn't handle them all on her own. She had come to assist..but it was too late. However, as she made her way out of the Miasma..one thing was solidified in her mind. She was done rigidly clinging to her status of only having a single eye..and she was done being a coward.
Those mad, mindless corpses you say you're so different from.
Now Nicoletta was flooding with a feeling of eerie similarity..or at least..that was the plan that the voice had. Unfortunately for it, those emotions would be drowned out by an adrenaline rush as a pillar of light flew just past her peripheral vision, and the roaring of it's immense power filled her ears. Her senses were so overwhelmed that it had loosened the grip that the madness wavelength had started to gain on her. She watched as the blast converged upon its target..creating a light so blinding that she had to lift one of her hands in front of her face along with closing her eye. However, as the light faded and Nicoletta looked out at what she was seeing..she felt more free from the voice and the madness than she had been ever since first setting foot in this area. However..now she was hearing another voice. Once again, Nicoletta's feet left the ground, and she had closed the distance. She saw him. The Vizard from before who had turned before the wall had started falling. He had somehow broken free. And what he had left to say would have been quite galling, had it been said in any other scenario.
"I'm sorry, I can't provide any more...assistance..I'd only slow you down. I'm going..to signal the Gotei to send the medical...Corps. We need aid..can you..handle this?" Before she could even open her mouth in response, the man was already leaving, a gate to the afterlife opening. He stumbled into it..and just like that, he was gone. She was alone now, the sounds of corpses shambling around her being the only thing she could hear, aside from the distant roaring of the two who had truly lost themselves. Nicoletta sighed deeply.
"Can you handle this?" you ask, but then don't even stay around long enough to get an answer? That fuck is lucky that I have a way to deal with the remaining stragglers.. She muttered as she slowly closed her eye, breathing in deeply. As she inhaled, the rings that were her crosses began to glow in their respective colors. There were hands that were managing to claw out of the debris around her. Corpses shambling for the collapsed portion of wall. But right now, Nicoletta heard none of it. Instead, she heard the rushing of blood as power thrummed throughout her.
If the mysterious helper that had been assisting things so far was still watching, he would see an eerie mist start to creep through the area, with Nicoletta as its epicenter. It got thicker, and thicker, and thicker still. Eventually, Nicoletta herself could not be seen through the thickness of the mist. Everything around her however would be able to feel the sudden drop in temperature that had brought upon this thick mist..however, it would not last long. After a few moments, a sudden scorching burst of heat blew the mist away. Nicoletta was no longer standing atop the debris..and she looked completely different. Upon a glance, one might assume that she had become a corpse as well. Her complexion certainly would remind one of a corpse that had been sitting around for at least a few days.
However, this would prove to be woefully inaccurate, as her clothing had also changed. As she floated there, it became apparent that she was now bedecked in the robes of a sage, with a trail of flickering blue flames hemming the long, flowing sleeves of these robes, as well as hemming the bottom of them. Her feet were not visible. However..neither was her eyepatch. And as she opened her eyes, it became clear why. A new eye was in place of the one she had lost. One made of blackened ice. She saw no longer in simply color. Everything also was shown in an overlay of infrared. These robes also had a shawl of pitch black feathers. On one side, these feathers were tipped with the same blue flames as the outfit. On the other, these feathers were covered in flecks of frost.
These would be on her right and left sides respectively. Coming out of each shoulder was a wing. One was ice, and looked quite angelic. The other was fire, and was fittingly demonic. Along with this, there was a new weapon floating by her side. A war scythe. However, it wasn't needed. Unfortunately for the friendly support, he would not be getting the full context of what was going on. For the entire time that this had been happening, Nicoletta had also been speaking.
"Der Tod, das ist die kühle Nacht." This line had been spoken as the mist had rolled in..and to anyone within earshot..it would sound awfully like Nicoletta had started to recite a poem..
Das Leben ist der schwüle Tag." With the utterance of this line, the mist had been blown away, replaced by a sudden scorching heat, along with the reveal of her Vollstandig. But she was not done.
"Es dunkelt schon, mich schläfert, Der Tag hat mich müd' gemacht." She said as her eyes opened, and she scanned the area. Slowly, one hand raised, and fingers moved in odd, flowing ways.
"Über mein Bett erhebt sich ein Baum." As this line was spoken, the temperature around Nicoletta would drop once again. However..this time it was far more severe. Everything around her would suddenly begin to develop rapidly creeping frost. The wall. The corpses. The very ground itself. This frost even crept up into the air, defying all laws of physics. From a distance, it was clear what was going on. This frost was overtaking everything within the range of two city blocks. As it crept up into the sky, it also became clear what was going on. The frost that was creeping into the air was creating the shape of a tree. An absolutely massive one. Big enough to not only fill the hole in the wall, but reach above it.
"Drin singt die junge Nachtigall; Sie singt von lauter Liebe." The fingers stopped their movement, and the frost gave way to true ice as the temperature continued to drop. She slowly floated backwards, the tree fully solidifying mere moments after she returned to her original position, away from the wall..however, as one hand dropped, another would raise.
"Ich hör es sogar im Traum." As the final line was spoken, the fingers on the raised hand clicked with a snap. And suddenly, the ice of the tree began to glow from within with an orange light..only for the thing to detonate, creating an absolutely massive wave of superheated steam, enough to scour the skin from the very bones of the corpses. The detonation of the tree was simultaneous with this sudden eruption of steam, creating a tornado of immense heat, made visible. By the time the thing finally ended, the woman who had created this phenomenon was nowhere to be seen. In truth, she had taken her tactic of retreating to its logical extreme. The wall had fallen. Even with as few corpses as there were, there were bound to be more. She couldn't handle them all on her own. She had come to assist..but it was too late. However, as she made her way out of the Miasma..one thing was solidified in her mind. She was done rigidly clinging to her status of only having a single eye..and she was done being a coward.
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Re: Ancient Protections Against the Raving Dead [MADNESS CAPITAL: DEAD RISING]
Tue Dec 03, 2019 5:52 pm
Another explosion tore through the destroyed ruins that were all that remained of the Wall. The Vizard had released another explosion, sending the recompiling piles of corpses far away, their twitching and scattered body parts still attempting to move this way and that. Meanwhile, the woman had realigned herself, taken up a new stance.
The deafening pitch of their screaming grew stronger and stronger as she fought the Madness against her mind. Something was resisting it, something new had been found. Her will remained strong against its screeching, and then, the voice suddenly fell silent. A single green feather fell from the sky in the wake of that terrific beam, fluttering this way and that as the woman's robe moved this way and that.
The corpses were moving quickly now, racing toward her at full speed. Their attention had been split before, but now it was focused on the one who remained; they shambled, tripped, bolted. Whatever stage of movement they could, trying to get to her. Trying to stop her. As they drew close, however, their bodies began to seize up. Ice ran along their bodies, skulls slowing down as grimacing faces stopped being able to move.
The mist curled and expanded, more and more of the bodies lost within its depths as the frost bound them to that which they had destroyed. The corpses had no resistance to such an effect; they were resistant to physical barrages, to explosions. An attack which froze them, stole their mobility, the only part of themselves that mattered; unlike most, it became the absence of screams that changed this battlefield.
The voices continued to quiet among the mist, the mind of the woman suddenly feeling something quite different from the typically madness. …Quite mad you are, fighting them all alone. It seemed the madness was… satisfied, perhaps. Or it felt that there was nothing more that could be done; the tree began to glow, the massive structure taking more and more of the undead corpses up with it, until finally she released the power held within it.
The corpses pressed into the stone were the worst affected; the smell of masses and masses of seared and charred flesh quickly filled the air. The walking dead who were lucky enough to be outside of that particular fate nevertheless soon became shambling bags of meat, their bones completing the stew that represented the lives they had once had.
"Mad Indeed. Very mad! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
Actual words rang inside of her ears, along with a crippling, ripping laughter. As though its only intent were to shock her, a last laugh. But you could still destroy them… freeze them and explode them again! Come now, do you really know they're dead? The voice poked and prodded, but it was doubtful she could even hear it any longer. As the corpses ceased to be able to move, the Madness that concentrated around them was weakening as well, and the laughter had finally begun to die down.
For all intents and purposes, the remaining Corpses who had attacked the Beijing Wall had been stopped from their march further into the city.
The green feather alighted itself down next to the woman, landing next to her foot as it pushed outside of the miasma. Had she turned to look back at it, she would have find that it had turned brown on contact; but that the ground beneath it now bore two-inch deep scars…
The Undead Army at the Great Wall has been defeated.
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