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[thevineintervention]

Who: everyone
When: Day 83, the wee hours
Where: starting in the common room
What:


[ It's 2 AM, Thusia. Do you know where your monsters are? Because the roaring and crashing that may rouse you form your slumber is sounding a bit close than you might like.

Anyone who comes to investigate will see a great beast, easily the size of an elephant for those familiar- trying to smash it's way straight into the apartments of level 3. Vines and moss run up and along its gravely skin. An auburn mane is punctuated by bright, white blossoms. Also, there's some blonde asshole riding it in full battle armor.


So. That's happening. ]

((ETA: dragon and douchebag are down but dragon is happy to backthread any maulings you like thank you everyone I had fun ♥!!))

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[panumbra]

[During all of the commotion, a Shade has taken the opportunity to slip in behind the dragon and press something to her shadow, which disappears into it. Aerta will find that she suddenly can't move again--and Gil will find he's suddenly fallen through her, as shadow spreads over her and she becomes intangible...]

[thevineintervention]

[ R U D E she strains against the spell to no avail. it's frozen her too well for her to even draw the breath to roar, instead she keens as she struggles ]

[all_that_glitters]

[ -- letting out something almost like a pained snarl as he hits the ground in his full suit of armor, scrambling to try to get up]

[unwieldyfate]

[there are far too many things happening all of a sudden, first: Zexion's order; which she heeds but not fast enough to avoid Aerta's claws completely. second: the darkness seeping in once again as a consequence, the screaming and the burning and all those things she has been fighting to keep buried.

third: the barrier shattering and Zexion being hit.]


Aaarcheeeer!!


[she doesn't even waste a second and her legs are not in top shape, but she charges, fully intending to take advantage of her enemies' confusion and not even blinking at the dragon's sudden intangibility—her target is the Servant, after all]

[cloakanddaikon]

[. . . it's certainly the worst he's been hurt in a good while. There's something horribly familiar about it; the bite of a blade that hums with it's own power. The overlapping scents of darkness and darkness and a deeper darkness still. Arturia's scream is new, but it does nothing to clear the indigo haze, or the gathering glow of energy around him.]

Creature of darkness, shadow-bound, you have brought this upon yourself.

[thevineintervention]

[ yoooou all suck. Huff my darknessssss. >\ struggle struggle ]

[all_that_glitters]

[-- 8DDD his mood seems to change entirely at the eight of Saber charging -- and he doesn't move to get out of the way or dodge at all, still halfway through getting up. But he is trying to fire more knives at her, as he moves to stand up straight]

[unwieldyfate]

[Excalibur sure is powering up as she gets closer, speeding up as well and not even flinching as the knives fly past, tearing open more cuts and hitting her full. it's now or neverrrrrr.]

[thankyouverymooch]

[ And he's been hiding, but staying nearby to observe things and well-- this sure seems like a good time to come out.

Though he's injured and certainly not in top-shape himself, he's getting in the way as fast as he can, sword out to guard against Saber's and moving between her and Gilgamesh. Not that a normal sword can do much against Excalibur but who even cares at this point ]

Step back, King Saber...!

[cloakanddaikon]

[In almost perfect synch with Saber's rising sword, Zexion doesn't stand so much as simply slip free of gravity, rising to float a few feet off the ground, level with the crest of the dragon's shadowy, writhing bulk. For a moment inky black, jagged lines of energy curl in the air around him, the Hydra-marked journal opening in the air before him and shining with an aura of blinding purple-white light.]

[thevineintervention]

[ she keens again, hissing and writhing as the aura makes contact, but there's precious little that can be done against the shadows binding her ]

[all_that_glitters]

[and when Ling interrupts Saber's charge, there's -- almost disappointment, then a primal, feral rage; he wants to fight Saber, he wants to see her face twisted with that rage and indignance, and he doesn't want anything stopping that like the time before --

so it's not really out of concern that he tries to pull Ling aside, out of the way of Saber's blade]

[unwieldyfate]

[there's only the briefest flicker of surprise at Ling, she's so close—closer than she's ever been before, and the screams, the anger, the pain—]


STAY OUT OF THIS!


[ling srsly if u dont move...]

[thankyouverymooch]

[ nope, he's going to just try to elbow Gilgamesh in the face, refusing to move aside-- and the look in his eyes pretty much says he's ready to die here ]

No.

[cloakanddaikon]

[Almost as if Arturia's rage and grief had called them, meteors of indigo-black energy rain down from the empty air, impacting and exploding over the shadow-bound dragon and the space around her, the ripples of each hit severing the raging darkness around it from its source.]

[thevineintervention]

[ The beast roars with the impact- she twists and writhes as the meteors crash against flesh and vine and bone.

When it's all done with the dragon lands hard. all the fighting tonight have left her bleeding and bruised and burned: patches of seared vegetation slough to the floor along with her thick, dark blood. She howls once more, foamy blood dripping from her mouth. For all it's feral fury, some back note of the roar may, just for a moment, sound like a woman crying in pain.

Her movements towards the Nobody may be heavy and sluggish, but teeth and claws are still very, very sharp. ]

[cloakanddaikon]

[A fact Zexion would be completely aware of if the limits of magic in this place weren't so strictly tight

if Saber's need for his magic to fuel her own fight was just a little less

if the Noble Phantasms that had hit him had done so with less force, or left him just a little more strength.

As it is, when the light fades, his drop to the floor is far heavier than it should be, Aerta's form obscured by the spots of darkness blooming in his sight.]

[all_that_glitters]

Ling!

[and he's hit by that elbow, making him lose his grip -- and that darkness being attacked and the rage and pain and fear from his Master isn't exactly helping him be steady on his feat, or able to pull Ling away this time --

but almost blindly he's reaching with a hand, past Ling's shoulder, like he's reaching for Excalibur's light even if that does not exactly help him get out of the range of it.]

[unwieldyfate]

[don't worry, there's enough sword for the both of you.

which is to say:]


EX—

[dothewave]

!

[thevineintervention]

[all_that_glitters]

[COME TO ME HOLY SWORD]

[cloakanddaikon]

[no_hero]

[... and somewhere on Level 4, there is a former magus master who has decided it was better to stay in that day as soon as he opened the door and heard the dragon and saw Excalibur's light.

DOOR IS SHUTTING ITSELF FIRMLY]

[thankyouverymooch]

[ well, okay, while you're busy powering up and Gilgamesh is busy being an idiot, I guess I'll try to die with some dignity here and launch myself in a desperate attack to off you

which is to say he has a sword too man totally trying to attack you even if he knows it's pointless ]