[Cal] Whirlwind

Characters: Yuna, Mahlovian, Koano, Caliah
A fast-paced little battle log on FL..my first MUSH rp in two years. *nudges people to send in their apps already* XD

Traverse Town - Main Square


The main square of Traverse Town is a lively place, even at night, although people are fewer and far between and only the truly brave will venture out into the dark streets which are often overrun by the Heartless. Beyond the main square, there is a large wooden door to the east that heads towards the business district, and a set of wide stairs heading to the upper level of town. There are also various nooks and crannies leading towards back allies and other dark areas where creatures of the night like to lurk. Towards the west is a small yet inviting cafe next to an alley, and above that is a small inn. To the north are more stores such as Cid's item shop, as well as a weapons shop and even candy shops. Fluorescent lamp posts emit a soft amber glow from every corner of the town, lighting up a large map towards the upper right corner of the square, next to the stairway. There is also a bright red post box located here, and a post office not far away..

Contents:
Mahlovian
Obvious exits:
<South> [leads to 'Traverse Town - Outskirts']
<East> [leads to 'Traverse Town - Business District']
<North> [leads to 'Traverse Town - Upper Level']
<Cid> [leads to 'Traverse Town - Cid's Workshop']
<Cafe> [leads to 'Sidewalk Cafe - Traverse Town']

[Mahlovian(#1827)] Darkness consumes the world of above, blanketing the main square in an eternal shadow. Amber light pierces at the encroaching black, illuminating certain parts of the town. But now, the shadows move, animated into existence. They coalesce, viscuous fluid sculpted by unseen hands as they take many forms. Some humanoid, some beast-like, and others just plain unique. A young human is within the square. Within his hand he holds a cutlass, the blade gleaming as it reflects ambient light. He stumbles clumsily in his war dance, defending against attacks from the many heartless.

[Caliah:] What little light there is gleams then, reflecting off pale skin and the curves of metal as a lone rider eases a motorcycle along the dimly lit streets. The muted rumble of an engine cuts through the darkness, like the growl of some nightmare beast; the illusion's only spoilt when it chokes, dying, apparently cut off mid-purr by its rider as he approaches the lone human engaged in combat.

"Can't even get any decent rides anymore," the rider murmurs, slipping off his helmet to disclose a shock of pale hair. Slipping off his bike, he gives the swarming, pitiless mass of Heartless a single blink; there's the snick of metal being cocked, and a sharp report thunders through the night as he releases one round into the backs of the shadow-beasts closest to him.

[Mahlovian(#1827)] Mahlovian yelps, stumbling back as a trio of Heartless attack in unison, penetrating through his defense, brushing away cutlass and shield and cutting flesh. He falls, legs betraying him in a clumsy motion. Stunned he sits in silence, unaware of the dispersing black material and the gunshot that preceded it. He slowly rises, shaking.

[Caliah:] "What do they teach kids these days," comes a faint mutter from the leather-clad rider, accents precise and somehow unfazed by the few other Heartless who'd turned his way. There's a brutal crunch of bone meeting shadow-flesh as he brings his knee sharply up into the chin of the nearest, straightening his leg and thrusting it forward to send the creature hurtling back into the ranks of his fellows.

A rustle of armor, and there's a faint rush of displaced air as the figure leaps easily over the heads of the foremost rank, landing catlike next to the boy. "What are you aiming to do, get yourself killed?"

[Mahlovian(#1827)] Twitch. The young man' ears perked as he spun around quickly, eyes slanting as he stood defiantly...but without due cause. "I'm not trying to get myself killed!" He stammered, clenching his slender fingers around the holdings of both weapon and shield. "I...they're just so many and I tried running, but they're smart...and I tried doing everything my father taught me...and I did, I..." He begins panting, frustrated at himself. A flicker crosses his eyes and a slight wind blows, slowly gathering. "I tried."

[Caliah:] Holstering his gun, the pale-haired youth merely grunts in response, one fist blurring roughly into the exposed, armoured jaw of one of their attackers. “You either do or you don’t.” He brings a heavy boot down on the foot of another, his other leg already whipping out and high to catch the creature in the throat with his heel. The wind whirls around stranger and foe alike, black clouds of dust providing a momentary diversion. “Decide.”

[Mahlovian(#1827)] The wind quickly gathers, faster and faster as it swirls around the young man, whipping his hair about wildly. "Fine...I do." He says, determined, as if no longer his normal self. Stepping forward he pivots on a foot, spinning as he slashes at the air. The wind swirls, funneling together into a small twist that slides forward, side-winding into two Heartless. They're flung into the air and then dropped by gravity, dispersing upon impact.

[Caliah:]
"Well, well."

Smoothly, the stranger draws back, putting ground between him and the hungry, seething masses of shadow. "A mage, eh? Why get down and dirty with them if you can attack them from a distance?" To punctuate his speech he flicks his wrist, sending something thin and silvery snaking about the ankles of the Heartless. There's a tightening of his lips and eyes, a hint of disdain in his glacial countenance just before he gives the line a vicious yank, and more fall before them like a cresting wave.

"This is why I hate this town," he utters, dryly.

[Mahlovian(#1827)] Mahlovian sighs as he looks over at the stranger, eyes losing their determination. "Just...well nice people come here!" He protests and is almost cut short as a Heartless extends a sickle like arm at him, causing him to duck in time - yet the shadowy edge shears away at part of his hair, causing the strands to fall. He growls, flicks his wrist. The earth shivers and cracks, causing a pitfall to appear beneath his assailant. The Heartless descends and disappears and the earth's hungry maw closes up, fed.

[Caliah:] The bike-rider seems too heavily engrossed in the fighting to answer; two Heartless strike at him, one swinging low, the other presumably aiming to take his head off. He somersaults into the narrow space between their extended limbs, twisting to land in a crouch, flinging both arms out. There's a single, spiteful bark of gunfire from the pistols that he'd pulled, and both shadows shudder and twist, curling away in threads of dark smoke.

"This is a good time to run," he sneers, without seeming to taunt the other. "Go!"

[Yuna(#552)] Singing can be heard from a distance, a soprano voice singing a strange song sung not in the common tongue.
Ieyue
Nobomeno
Remiri
Yojuyoro
Hasate kanae
Kutamae.
The singing is sounding like it was coming closer, unaware of the battle taking place as the voice continues it's song. Soon two figures appear, one in the form of a dragon and the other in the form of a young girl riding on the shoulders of the dragon. The dragon has the same symbol upon his chest as the girl as she continues to sing her song. The dragon lets out a low growl as he sees the Heartless and the two figures. "Bahamut! Help them!" The girl, stopping her song and points to the battle below the both of them as the dragon, Bahamut launches 'Impulse' at the nearest group of Heartless, missing the two figures. "Run! Quickly! I will hold them off!" The girls shouts as she pulls out two guns and takes aim.

[Caliah:] A tangled knot of Heartless converges on the first stranger who'd accosted them, but the thunderous approach of the King of Dragons is sufficient to stop them in their tracks. Taking advantage of this lull in the fighting and the break in their concentration, the silver-haired youth runs swiftly up the back of one of their foes, launching himself from the armour-clad shoulders of the hapless shadow-beast to clear several yards of air.

He comes down hard, rolling on the dusty stones of the square to lessen the impact, having put much of the square between him and the roiling mass of Heartless that were now at the mercy of Bahamut and its rider. But the other fighter...the kid...

[Mahlovian(#1827)] With a gasp, the young adolescent turns around quickly, shielding his eyes from the dragon's attack. He fell silent, he recognizes the beast and he recognizes its owner. Yuna. "I'm not a wimp..." He whispers to himself, closing his eyes as he exhales as if focusing.

It's not that he wanted to make a fool out of himself, he just had something to prove. Right of course. Turning towards the dragon he shouts, "Yuna! It's okay...I'll be fine, watch!" He shouts, proudly almost as he spins his sword, energy pulsing from it. The clumsy dance continues and at last he bends his legs and leaps into the air, landing as he plunges his sword into the ground. A shockwave ensues, conjuring an earthquake that sends rising stalagmites from the ground and out in a concentric circle.

[Yuna(#552)] Bahamut lets out a low growl as the silver-haired youth jumps in front of him but then leaps away leaving some Heartless in range of his claws.. So what does the Dragon King do? He swipes at them and even bites them as his summoner leaps off of him to join to fray. "Mahlovian!" She exclaims as she watches him do his dance before doing a dance of her own to dodge the Heartless. She then leaps back into the air, takes aim with Himmel and Holle and then fires a round at a group of Heartless, praying that they will hit their targets before landing on the ground.

[Caliah:] Using his momentum to roll fluidly to his feet, the pale-haired bikerider arches a slender eyebrow as the boy refuses to budge, remaining within the struggling melee of Heartless immediately within Bahamut's range. He snaps his wrist, gathering his chain whip in taut coils as he watches the fray, observing with a singular detachment that seemed jarring in contrast with his earlier zeal in combat.

Not idly standing by, he is - those cold eyes are intent on the combatants, warily so, including the aeon that was making short work of the Heartless with teeth and claws.

"A summoner then," he muses, already approaching at a measured stride, the whip still tightly coiled in one fist.

[Koano(#1694)] Koano swoops across the battle, leaping between the quickly rising spires towards Yuna, who once again has managed to get herself (and possibly some other world) into life threatening peril! From someone she knows, even! Apart from that, Koano makes an attempt to pull Yuna out of the way of the misaimed Geomancy, coming to a stop with or without her a few yards away.

[Mahlovian(#1827)] Mahlovian falls to his knees. He was exhausted. Channeling any geomancy for any extended periods wore at him physically. And now he had to pay the price. His legs feel like water as they wobbled, giving way to his body, And the Heartless, opportunistic, take advantage. They closed in, hungrily and swiped repeatedly at Mahlovian, his shield could do nothing but block some attacks. But many bypass and many slash at clothes and flesh. Blood flowed, drops at first and then trickles.

[Yuna(#552)] Yuna blinks as she feels Koano attempting to grab her and begins to wiggle a little as a defensive measure against being grabbed by the Ronso. She watches as Mahlovian falls to the ground, sure.. he claims that he's fine but.. aren't the Heartles attacking him in hordes now? "NO!!!" She screams as she runs towards Mahlovian using Himmel and Holle as clubs (since they are of the holy elemental) against the Heartless attacking the poor boy. Once she is close enough to him she will cast 'Cura' on him while trying to keep the Heartless away from him as Bahamut uses 'Impulse' on another group of Heartless.

[Mahlovian(#1827)] His vision was blurred. Pain flowed through his body, parallel to a warmth. Magic? It must've been. Wounds closed, sealed tight by the energy. Though his cuts were healed, the process in itself seemed rather painful. He stifles a grunt and stares up at a coming figure. A woman? Yes...it must be Yuna. "Yuna," he whispers, pushing himself with a struggle, propping himself upon an arm, yet still on the floor. "You came...I'm sorry" he apologizes outloud, not particularly to just Yuna.

[Koano(#1694)] Koano watches Yuna charge back in and heaves himself up, staring at the massive chaos in a bit of a trance. A summoning circle forms across the ground around him and the immediate area's temperature seems to drop by several degrees. Koano reaches behind him and pulls a white cloth out of the air, summoning up a glacier from the depths of time. With a resounding crash it shatters, leaving behind the slender ivory form of Shiva. The Aeon advances gracefully towards the Heartless, calmly raising a hand and launching a Blizzara spell at the Heartless closest to her, starting to beat the Heartless away from Mahl.

[Yuna(#552)] Yuna looks back towards Mahlovian and trots back to him, putting Himmel away in order to free that hand to help him up. "Mahlovian.. You mustn't move much.. You are still hurt.. Go to Bahamut and he will protect you.." She speaks softly. "There is nothing to apologize for.. I should be the one to apologise for not coming sooner to help.." she speaks gently. "Are you still hurt?" she inquires as she kneels down in front of him with a concern and gentle look in her eyes but then lets out a screech as a Heartless claws at her back. Bahamut in the meanwhile continues to kick Heartless butt in the background.

[Caliah:] Sentimentality at this point wasn't something, it seemed, that the approaching whip-wielding youth was about to react to. Slipping a gun from the heavy coat hanging from his shoulders, he fires at a few Heartless at point-blank range, putting bullets into the gaps of their helmets. Coolly reassessing their numbers and the two aeons on the playing field, he however seems content to pace around the fringes and watch, loading another cartridge into his pistol, just in case.

His step brings him closer to where Yuna and Mahlovian are, and even if he keeps his eyes studiously disinterested it's evident there's a touch of wryness in his voice. "Shows of valour get you killed." With that he lifts the pistol until it aims just over Yuna's shoulder, calmly emptying one round into the Heartless behind her.

[Mahlovian(#1827)] His injuries still too grave, Mahlovian falls as he attempts to rise. Hands shaking, he pushes himself up again, swirls of wind conjured from the air, acting as invisible arms that pick him up. He rises now and begins his walk towards Bahamut, the thickened air supporting him, almost like a cast. Finally he reaches the dragon and at his feet he passes out, exhaling.

[Koano(#1694)] Koano follows Shiva, letting the Aeon rip apart heartless with the ice. weapon long since forgotten, Koano grabs a shadow and literally pulls it in two, then leaps in Yuna's direction and clamps his jaws into a Soldier's neck, effectively dispatching it. He stops next to Yuna, noting the small buffer space he's earned himself with the heartless. "Lady Yuna all right?" Koano's tail swishes through the air in agitation as he questions her, then drives his claws through a more adventurous heartless.

[Yuna(#552)] Yuna lets out a small grunt in pain. "It's nothing that I can't handle." She slowly stands back to her feet as she watches Bahamut carefully pick up Mahlovian with his mouth, growling and attacking the Heartless all the while. Yuna then pulls Himmel back out and quickly reloads both guns and begins firing again but not before casting 'White' on another group of Heartless.

[Caliah:] The surging ranks of Heartless seem to have taken enough blows to their numbers, but the human stranger doesn't ease or lower his guard, merely keeping a sharp eye on any who ventured too near, or bringing his elbow forcefully into the faces of those who managed to get too close for his comfort. "Hmph." He tightens the loose-hanging coat around him, stepping to where his rusty old motorbike had been abandoned and disregarded by the shadowy horde, and attempts to get it to start before they noticed him trying to get away.

[Koano(#1694)] Koano bites through another heartless, and signals to Shiva. The Aeon retreats a few feet, then raises her arms above her head, gathering what seems to be a swirling white orb of powder. Koano watches her out of the corner of his eye, and then throws himself flat as a freezing gust that seemed to be ripped straight out of a blizzard rips by overhead, ripping through the heartless with shards of ice and cold.

[Yuna(#552)] Yuna looks up to see the biker seeming to leave the battle and hurries her way over to him as she casts 'White' on another group of Heartless.

[Caliah:] Far enough not to be leveled by the freezing blast of wind, the motorcycle rider nevertheless issues a sharp snort of surprise, his gloved hands busy as they coax the stubborn, cranky old machine to life. The cold air disperses outwards over the city square turned battleground, and his breath steams on the draft as he squints at the approaching Yuna. "I wouldn't turn my back on the enemy," he lets slip, still with the same odd composure that marked his earlier speech. Just then his motorcycle roars to life, sputtering and protesting.

[Yuna(#552)] Yuna blinks as the biker speaks those words and then.. That strange machina.. What is it.. Eek! She jumps back a little as the machina roars to life. She then quickly turns around to fire another round of bullets at the Heartless and casting another 'White' spell as well.

[Caliah:] Having noted her reaction with a level, inscrutable gaze, the stranger gives a brief shake of his head, revving his dilapidated bike as best he could, handling it with ease. "I'd get out of here if I were you," he remarks crisply, sparing a pause to fire unhesitatingly at a shadow soldier wandering too close, kneecapping it. "Summoner."

With that he spurs his motorcycle into a surprising burst of speed, breaking through a straggling pack of Heartless with a snarl as he makes for the road leading out of Traverse Town, his taillights a fading flare of red in the darkness.


Long distance to Mahlovian: Caliah kicks you
[Mahlovian(#1827)] From afar, Mahlovian flails.
You paged Mahlovian with 'In a multiplayer scene it sometimes grinds to a halt if people follow turns XD'.
[Mahlovian(#1827)] Mahlovian pages: why is it you do poses fast but whenever I emoted combat with you, you took forever T_T
Long distance to Mahlovian: Caliah will be good...but once she gets aud or the rest here it'll be pretty fun
You paged Mahlovian with 'Because MUSH Is what I love.'.
[Mahlovian(#1827)] Mahlovian pages: sob xD
You paged Mahlovian with 'I told you that it was line limits sob'.