asgardmeridiem | END OF ARC 1: DAY 168 BATTLE

END OF ARC 1: DAY 168 BATTLE

[The grey dim light of false dawn has just settled on the city when the sirens sound. The piercing shriek of a modern warning system begins, and within seconds is joined by the low, haunting wail of wood and bone horns from the Elven camp outside the Gate of Fire. A minute later, there is Thor's post to the network.

And now, as the sun slowly rises, the light reveals clouds of dust in the distance, far off to the North and West. In that time, the city will be awakening with a start. Anyone with connections to a god-supported group or to the elves will be roused and rushed off to their jobs. Folkvang comfort house will open its doors, revealing an interior cleared of equipment and converted into a shelter for those who must flee the incoming violence.

The whispers on the streets are of disbelief and fear. Is it really the end of days? Surely the walls will hold against any mundane army. Surely it will all be over soon... right? Healthy natives are saying goodbye to their loved ones "just in case". Perhaps you should be too.

Later, the armies arrive. First the enemy, made up of humans, monsters, and five dragons. The lesser giants look almost human, except for the flame or frost in their eyes and the warm or cool tint to their colouring. But the king of the fire giants is something else. He is tall and broad and strong, riding on a huge, splendid black boar. The queen of the frost giants is equally intimidating, in armor that looks made of glacial ice itself, seemingly too ornate to be practical but clearly worn as if it is. Her mount is a great white serpentine creature that radiates dangerous cold. The other kinds of creatures are uncountable in their variations, but all well armed.

They dwarf the small forces of Asgard and the forward units of the elves, but just as battle is about to break the sound of a great number of clockwork machines heralds the arrival of the full forces of Alfheim. They are joined soon by the modern outfitted soldiers of Utgard, and then the masses of people collide like conflicting waves of water. Above them fly the dragons, and one great flying ship that seems to have come from nowhere but fights on the side of the gods.

What will your characters do? Will they join the front lines? Hide in the shelter? Man the Arena-turned-war-hospital? There are a million things to do in a battle, but not even those hiding will escape the smell of gunpowder and metal and the sounds of battle.]

[ooc note: your characters are welcome to come up with any frost/fire themed monsters you like! They may not directly combat the giant king or queen. They may not fight dragons without first checking in with the mods in this post (and two dragons are already claimed). Try to consider that there will be a second battle, so you can vary what you're doing. Also make sure to read the plot post thoroughly, especially with regards to character death.

Make sure to include the rough time of day in the subject of your top-level comments, as well as if your thread is open or closed. This whole log will only cover Day 168. If you need mod participation/NPCing, please ask us asap and give us some allowance to be slow, since there's a lot going on.

There is a log for the downtime on days 169-170 here, and a full-event log for those staying in the shelter at Folkvang here. There will be a second pair of battle/downtime logs for the second battle (Day 171-172 with downtime on Day 173) posted on Nov 8.

Important note! There will be a lightning speed commentspam thread for taking down the most familiar dragon in this post beginning today at 6pm CST. At that time there will be a mod plurk to let everyone know we're starting. We will also ask those who can to join the AIM chat (asgardchat) at that time so we're all on the same page. It's a thread we want to get done from start to finish as fast as possible/within two evenings, due to mod business. Please don't feel left out if you can't participate in that thread. It's partly an experiment in seeing if this kind of thing works for us, and there's lots else you can do!

Have fun, everyone! If you have questions, please ask on the event post so that everyone else can see them/the answers. Thank you!]

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[Help yourself to encountering one shounen jesus today in any of the following ways ♥:]

A) [Shortly after the sirens go off one could find him moving straight from Sigyn hall to the Fire Gate and the best vantage point he could find. (Rooftops are of no concern in an emergency; good luck catching a glimpse of a nimble black-clad form up high. It's also an Exorcist thing, okay.) After realizing the battle wasn't something immediate, ah...

You can find him meeting up with anyone he might have promised to before the battle. And otherwise trying to make himself useful—primarily in helping anyone get to the shelter or labor needed to set it up there. Or the Arena. He'll drift as he's needed. The makeshift hospital is where he should probably primarily be considering his power, but...]

B) [...he's really no good at sitting out battle once it starts. Especially when he can help save someone that might not otherwise get back to the Arena and main healers in time—and he can always fight, even if he doesn't seem to have weapons. With ridiculous acrobatics and an ability to dodge and dance around. It's like a scrappy weightless gymnast—or one of those acrobatic clown on a highwire. That's really weirdly strong for such a slender kid. (wtf even)

(It's just a lot harder now. Can't rely on his left hand like he used to, can't rely on his Innocence or any supernatural ability to fight—can't see as well as he used to.)

Chances are you can run into him or catch a glimpse of him—in uniform and with a gold sort of winged creature or construction keeping close to him—between the front lines and the Arena, rushing in if he sees anyone badly injured or in danger of being overwhelmed. But not fighting outright if he can help it, not if it isn't to grab attention to himself to save someone else. He doesn't fight humans. Not like that. Not if he can help it. Or humanoids or—here, he's just too concerned with trying to help injured or overwhelmed people.

He'll spend most of the battle running back and forth between that and helping anyone needing further attention get to the Arena—]

C) [—where he'll be staying for short periods of time with the other healers, especially as the day gets later. Looking rather beat up himself (but not that badly; only moderately banged around usually), but trying to shrug off concern and helping with the more grievously injured. ~~Coincidentally amazing timing to discover he can suddenly heal much worse injuries.~~

You might catch him helping bring someone more badly hurt out in the fighting in, or catching his breath and looking a little dizzy for a moment. But he has amazing timing at getting a tired but reassuring (it's okay) smile up the instant anyone tries to notice or catch his eye. Or finding a sudden energy reserve and moving on.

He's looking pretty fatigued the longer the day goes on, though, and the more torn up his uniform gets. Someone's bad at remembering he's a healer and maybe shouldn't also be fighting. Technically.]

[Most of the day he can be found in the company of this broody fellow, and they would seem to be working together. (Healing and Energy Lending.) TWOFOR THREADS ARE POSSIBLE. But he'll also be jesusing off so much and getting so easily distracted that it's easy for them to be separated, too... ~~oops, sorry Link~~]

Edited 2012-11-02 08:36 (UTC)

[A]

Even before the sirens sounded, Conan had called Rise over the bracelets and they'd headed towards the Hospital roof to join those already on Telescope Duty. The size of the army is daunting, not to mention the presence of the dragons. The small crew share a look, before Conan and Rise start the task of chronicling the army's size and relaying that information to the strategists and commanders.

They're in place throughout the day, following the progress of the battle, relaying messages to those in the field.

[B]

The Forensics Unit and Lobby are a mass of activity, staff not currently needed in healing or fit enough to participate in the battle helping patients relocate to the Folkvang Comfort Hall. Not just people but supplies wait to be delivered to Arena, Comfort Hall or the field of battle. Among the supplies being sent out are the emergency kits laboriously put together by volunteers and Unit members. Conan is not letting his apparent youth or small stature prevent him from seeing they're used. If your non-combatant character needs a task, Conan is more than happy to assign one. He's doing it to everyone else, after all.]

[Before a field medic tent can be manned it must first be assembled. Fortunately Watson has had a lot of experience in keeping his head in dangerous and unexpected situations. The spot is chosen for the tents, supplies are set out and orders issued. Watson's assurance gives confidence to the team working with him to put together the medical base and it's not long at all before the tent is up, Watson conferring with the elven engineers over the lines to transport supplies in and injured peoples out.]

[Sophie is going to be all over the place today. Perhaps you'll see her...]

A: [At Conan's suggestion, shortly after the sirens go off she's rounding up the citizenry of Hel. The ones willing to help are being sent to the Hospital, to help shift supplies from there to the Arena, and the ones unwilling or unable to help are getting sent to Folkvang to seek shelter. Unoccupied travelers are welcome to help too. Sophie will be moving supplies as well once the citizenry have their directions, at least until the battle starts.]

B: [Once the fighting begins, Sophie will be in and out of it. She's not really suited for infantry combat anymore, but she's light enough on her feet and good enough with a weapon to sneak up on unwary enemies and dispatch those foolish enough not to be minding their guard while fighting others. She'll also help with moving the injured to the Arena, or protecting those doing so. She seems pretty efficient at the whole mortal battle thing, not hesitant at all.]

Edited 2012-11-02 13:01 (UTC)

Option A - All Morning, Arena) [Most of Samantha's time was in the company of the healers. She had satchels and stock of poultices from her shop ready and available to help ease off the need for the real healers to do their tasks. If anyone was around to need to transfer a small bit of energy, she could help, though she was a little stingy. There might be fighting later.

Any wounded, healer or other person in the vicinity of the Arena could find her easily enough.]

Option B - Noon/Oneish - Outside the Arena) [She hadn't lied when she'd warned the others, though several had expected it. Protecting the arena meant several choke points to guard, and there were times when an assault tried to get through to further maim the wounded or harm the healers themselves. Admittedly most of them were not expecting stiff defense.

The frost giant at the head of a small group was the focus of her attention. Armed and sneering, his eyes widened when a head looked around from behind a corner and wiggled its fingers, his movements no longer his own. Samantha only hoped to have enough support to make sure he was enough to deal with his compatriots. God, she hated using this power. It made her feel ill inside.

(OOC: Similar fighting is possible to this. If you'd like a slightly different scenario, start it off and we'll run with it. Sam isn't dying in the fighting, however, and most confrontations by the healers should be smaller-scale, especially day 1.)]

Option C - Sunset/Arena) [It is growing dark out and the sun is just setting. There's still light, and the fighting remains fierce beyond the confines of the actual battle lines. Samantha doesn't look exactly exhausted yet, though she has a couple small bandages where she's taken some grazing cuts she's patched up the old fashioned way. Healing was for the seriously wounded.

She keeps looking up at the sky nervously, a hounded look in her eyes. There's still a sliver of light in the moon...]

Option D - Near Midnight/Loki District) [Heroics were for other people. She was no hero. Samantha hadn't collapsed yet, and for the moment the real healers didn't need her and the aggressive stages of the fighting were done. It was time to make sure that no little spies or stragglers snuck their way into the district. The red-head could be found skulking about the thick, cramped streets, looking for trouble with her chain and sickle in hand, a small bottle thumbed in the other.]

Edited 2012-11-02 23:56 (UTC)

[STREETS BETWEEN SIGYN HOUSE AND THE ARENA - Morning]

[Naminé appears, like several other people, to be in a hurry to get to where she's been stationed, and so she makes the trip to the Arena walking quickly and with purpose, expression very serious.]

[ARENA - All day]

[Although she's been working at the hospital for a long time now, Naminé never before in her life seen so many injuries like these. It calls to mind the stabbing incident, only a thousand times worse. At least with the stabbinds there were only a few wounds, and with the illness most people weren't visibly doing badly.]

[At least in this case her powers can be used, if they are applied correctly and in time, to conquer many of the injuries, without the frustrating issue of not being about to cure them, as things were with the sickness. And so as she rushes about all day, healing and directing and trying to offer what comfort she can before she has to run off to the next patient, she manages to do a lot of good. Whether it does good for her or not remains to be seen, but she's proving herself quite dedicated and practiced.]

[Unfortunately, this is also very tiring, due to the strain on her powers. And so she finds she is forced to rest from time to time, which she does a touch grudgingly.]

[This is the special thread mentioned in this post and in the plot post. We are having an AIM chat @ asgardchat if you'd like to join us. You can come in or leave at any time during the threading!]

[It's the warmest part of the day when the first dragon takes to the air. It's a familiar one -- the one that's done all the previous damage to the city, first in the war declaration and then in the spreading of disease.

He is happy to breathe fire on the front lines, and smugly flies low just to see everyone duck. What will you do about it?]

[To say that Silver isn't used to warfare was an understatement. While he does have his strength to fall back on, his finesse regarding these kind of things is not the greatest; being more used to fighting with a partner, Pokémon against Pokémon in a battle of wits between trainers and might between these creatures. He was only capable of commanding, not outright fighting another person. Which is why his movement are sluggish compared to the humanoid-types.

His strength is not going to save him, he realized. The only thing he can do right now is to survive and get through this, and that when it's over, training is an inevitable thing that would happen.]

[A. So this war that everyone had told her about was starting now? It was a good job she had been training since arriving here it would be helpful. But at the current time it would be best to see if people were safe and work out the place where she would be able to help. Matsuri can be found checking the city to see were the attack is coming from before heading to the battle after.]

[B. Without her normal powers taking on more than one enemy at a time is to much of a risk and she isn't entirely sure of what she's capable of here. Other than a few scratches she was okay, as long as none of the stronger creatures turned up then she wouldn't have any problems.]

[C. Matsuri had avoided most of the dragon's fire but her arm was still brunt and she was struggling to use her sword properly. As much as she hated to admit it, if she kept fighting on the front lines in this state she would die. Her current priority is finding a healer so that she can go back the front lines, if she couldn't get help then she'll help with guarding the area.]

A. MEDICAL TENT, MORNING.

[ Mr. Holmes is being a productive human being and hanging out by the medical tents to: ( ONE ) harass watson and ( TWO ) consume all the available medical marijuana like a responsible adult. so shady man in a smelly bathrobe, smoking up in the medical tent.

There's a bull dog with him too, a bull dog with a nurse hat. ]

B. DURING THE ACTION, AFTERNOON

[ He's somehow managed to find a rickshaw and loaded it up with molotovs. Feel free to grab one and toss it at these fuckers. He's just there, sort of dragging the cart around while smoking a pipe. (o( ]

[ For what it is, Charles' childhood was far more pleasant in comparison to Erik's. The tail ends of war happened when he was young, but he was somewhat - alright as far as things were concerned. This is first real war-zone, apart from Shaw and what transpired on the beach and though he had no training - he's adamant about not keeping idle. About doing something and actually helping.

So he's there by the battlefield, making sure to use his powers for good.

So if you're an injured soldier, feel free to get healed by Charles. ]

A. MORNING; BEFORE THE BATTLE.

[ Robb is gearing up. Wearing his armor, and holding up a banner of HOUSE STARK; the sigil of a direwolf sewn unto a cloth. He's straightened, up his usually warm demeanor has changed to something almost professional. This is something he's used, something familiar and battles are in his mind - the only thing he's damn good at it. So if it means getting home, he's going to work to make sure they damn well win this war.

So he perches himself up on a platform. There's also a growling direwolf next to him just in case you feel like not listening to his PEP TALK BEFORE BATTLE. So Robb is speaking in his commander-y voice, because he believes in troop morale. ]

Travelers!

War does not leave us with much choice. It's either we win or we die. The choice should be simple.

Winter is coming, so let's show these beast that we will not yield!

B. AFTERNOON; DURING THE BATTLE

[ Feel free to catch Robb in the battlefield, on a horse and leaving a number of ice creatures a his wake. He's bloodied up. A determined look on his face.

Grey Wind, his direwolf is gnawing at some ice creature. ]

Edited 2012-11-03 03:34 (UTC)

(A. MORNING, BEFORE BATTLE. ANY DISTRICT)

[ There had been no mistaking the sound that had echoed through the districts; though they were different than what he knew of at home, the call to arms- the call to war was unmistakable.

Altaïr had been sleeping upon a rooftop, beneath a sheltered eave. Well, perhaps resting was more appropriate, as in a place such as this one could never be too cautious.

Now, though, he was quick to roll back up onto his feet, twisting to leap to catch hold of the roof and pull himself up. Taking a moment to take in his surroundings, Altaïr immediately located the source of the disturbance. There was really only one option for Altaïr:

He had to go and check it out. ]

(B. LATE AFTERNOON; DURING BATTLE. DISTRICT BALDR)

[ Altaïr had thrown himself into the fray; how could he not? He was sworn to work towards peace- had been chosen to take on leadership of the Baldr District watch. Well, an invading army certainly didn't perpetuate peace. He found himself remembering that he had already been told that eventually, they would have no choice but to fight- well, he supposed here that was. The enemy was relentless, but so was Altaïr. Frost and fire had thrown him off, at first- but he was adaptable. Or so he told himself.

But no matter how skilled an Assassin he was, he was still a man. A man who, by the time the sun was hanging high in the sky, was growing tired, and no matter where he turned there seemed to be only more enemies.

No matter, Altaïr told himself. Licking his lips as he pulled his sword from the chest of a downed enemy. He gave a quick, and fleeting grin, before whirling to parry the attack of another foe- but his arm buckled more than it should have; for the smallest second his strength wavered-

and still more were coming. ]

Edited 2012-11-03 06:08 (UTC)

[The Doctor doesn't like this war business. Especially after his chat with Thor, he's determined to at least try to do something. And while right now he's alone, he's tempted to go at it alone there is always the safe option of getting someone else involved, and right now he turns to the only other person he knows well enough to help him out.

The Doctor is off in search of himself. No, not like that, no soul searching. Literally another version of himself. So he sends his other self a meeting time and place, and a quick message like "We've got to figure out what we're going to do about this." The Doctor, in general, is used to going at it alone, but there's a sense this one gets that maybe he might want to recruit some help.

So that's what this is. The Tenth Doctor pacing impatiently at the meeting site listening to those alarms blaring, his mind racing around at impossible speeds for anyone not him. What to do, what to do?]

[Euri has her lead pipe in hand, though she isn't expecting to actually use it considering what enemy the group is focused on. She's fairly certain dragons aren't weak to lead pipes, but it's a nice reassurance to have.

The same goes for Dog, who is pacing in front of her, fur standing on end as he snarls.]

... Is everyone ready?

[There will be a Secret Service Agent roaming the entire city of Asgard during the chaos of war. At times he will carry his brand new katana while at other moments he will fire his gun at a nearby enemy that felt the need to attack him. Within moments he will shoot or slaughter the attacking foe without a second thought passing his mind, almost as being an assasin has always been a regular lifestyle before arriving to Asgard. There was no remorse, no fear, or even the need to hold back whenever he attacked. All of those he slaughter will meet with either a painful death or a clean one, it all depended on his current mood.

To those who know him as the gentle, kind, and gallant servant, he was not expressing such an aura from his facial expression and attacks. Oh no. He was giving off a more menacing, a more blood thirsty, and pure black aura. His innocence, his kindness, and his cheerful demeanor has vanished. Even the beautiful sparkles were clearly replaced by an aura of dark emotions. His gaze was not one of a friend, but an enemy to all.

His dark aura would scare even the bravest of opposing warriors, at least those who are weak did not dare stand in his way. Even the natives will take notice of his dark energy and demeanor, they feared him and knew that, even if he was a travellor, he was not a force to be reckon with.

Normally, Soushi was a clean fighter, but today it was a different story -- he was filled from top to bottom with blood. His gloves were soaked with the blood of others, his cheek held those specks of blood, and his outfit especially his collar shirt and tie. The blood will take a darker color due to his own dark suit. It might even be seen as though he was the one injured and bleeding, but within his empty gaze -- there was no pain, but anger. Pure anger. Plain and simple.

Anyone with the courage to speak with him, will have to do so on their own risk as he was clearly a dangerous man on a mission. But depending on who it is that speaks to him will receive a different response or none at all. Right now, he needed to find Ririchiyo, nothing more or less.]

[When the call to war came, Alastair almost didn't answer. But then the army arrived, and he couldn't ignore it, so he took up the short sword he had acquired for the purposes of practicing and went out into the city.

He didn't know if there was some greater strategy going on, or if he should go somewhere in particular, or where the fighting was worst, all he knew is that there were creatures trying to kill the innocent and destroy the city and he couldn't just sit back and watch. He wasn't going to run anymore.

Not anymore.

All the anger he had been holding back since his arrival, all the anger he had been holding back for his whole life came surging out and he fought ferociously.

He had never received formal training, not really, but he had learned enough and had practiced long enough that when he came face to face with the enemy, he could hold his own. And his anger propelled him along.

He doesn't have a plan, but when he sees monsters or humans or... whatever attacking people who can't defend themselves, he goes after them.

He even kills a handful, though he doesn't seem entirely aware of it.

He doesn't seem entirely aware of most things, actually, including whatever injuries he might have, or his own exhaustion by the end of the day.

Fight alongside him or encounter him or be rescued by him, he'll be all over the place today. Or try to convince him to take a break. He probably needs one.]

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[ daenerys is familiar with war. familiar with conquest. in her blood runs perhaps the greatest conqueror of all. so it is no small thing to see her there, short as she is, offering strategies and guiding soldiers to where they would be needed, a position of leadership. when her enemies draw near it is not with a sword or a lance that the queen fights, but with a single word. ]

Dracarys.

[ only that word, and two jets of flame will spread, set alight things that were foe. she makes good on her house words of 'fire'. it is these sorts of things you would find her doing. ]

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[ yet daenerys does not only destroy. she is also among the healers, making sure they are safe, sending them where they might be at use and when she retreats from the battlefield she tends to the wounded.

you will find her there, tending to another's wounds as best she's able or guiding them to those who can do a better work. her powers are new, after all. other times she will be out watchful for innocents, people that know little of fighting and simply need someone to guide them away from it all. ]

Early Day 168] [ Mithian's still within the gates of the city when the alarm goes off, setting her on a nervous edge. War is here. And she hates that there is so little she can do to help.

So she decides, without getting herself into harm's way, to look for a crossbow (which she'll get from Arthur and Merlin) to use.]

Later Day 168] [ Mithian's perched up high on the walls in a defensive position. She's never been in a real battle before this place, she's never seen so much harm come to so many. But she's safe, relatively, she's got a crossbow and enough ammo to last long enough to make herself useful. Her aim is sharp, accurate, like it's always been due to years of hunting.

Still, she is not overly ambitious, she knows her limits, and only strikes at those who get too close. Once she runs out, she will be wise enough to retreat to safety and do what she can there.]

Edited 2012-11-04 07:57 (UTC)

A. [In Battle]

[If there's one thing that surprises most people about this usually cheerful clockwork angel, it's the fact that he's deadly serious when he fights.]

[You'll see him, decked in that red and gold military-like uniform he always wears, killing fire and ice monsters left and right with a few precise sweeps of his sword. He's not entirely unscathed from battle- one can see strands of fabric from where a monster scratched him harshly on the back, even though there is no blood visible. In fact, if one gets close enough, they can see clear shining liquid seeping from the wounds- angels don't bleed like humans do.]

[And he'll just keep going, mouth set in a hard and rather unfeeling expression as he continues to plow through the enemies. Battle is a serious thing, really- there is no time to feel happy or joy from what's going on. There's only time to kill or be killed.]

B. [Arena/hospital]

[But, as it so happens, angels are susceptible to weakness too, so at some point, you'll find Cheriour hanging around the Arena, trying to find somebody to heal him. He seems to have numerous small scratches and a couple of small burns, but his back seems the worst out of all, as the cuts there are deep enough to see a slight glimmer of gold from the metallic internal organs he has.]

[Hey, at least there's no real blood to be disgusted with, even if he does smell like oil. And when he does get healed, he'll sit somewhere in a corner with a rag, polishing off his sword with a somber expression.]

[Come up and heal him or say hello?]

Edited 2012-11-04 16:44 (UTC)

A) Start of the Battle [ Roxas looks nervous--actually, to be honest he looks terrified. War is...really different from anything that he's ever seen; even when everyone else rushes forward at the start of the battle he winds up frozen in spot, staring and unable to really believe this is all happening. What on earth is he doing here? Everyone else has armor or swords or something useful. And him?

He looks down at the Kingdom Key he's got clenched tightly in one hand. It probably doesn't even cut. He doesn't even remember using it.

I'm sorry Access. I just can't do it after all...

And that's as far as he gets before the sound of the battle coming towards his location hits and suddenly he realizes there's a fiery creature right about to rush him. HALP? ]

B) During the Battle [ By the time the battles really picks up Roxas is finally engaging the enemy. It might not be the front lines exactly but he's right along there with them to the best of his abilities which...also seem to have gotten better. There's a sureness and familiarity in the way he's wielding the Keyblade and no hesitation in the way he moves; even if it doesn't cut straight through his enemies it serves well for disabling and knocking several down.

Ever so often he'll focus in on an enemy and ensnare it with his Charm long enough to swing at it's head, but his expression's almost...distracted.

This is all familiar--not the war or the enemies or the comrades, but the sense of desperation and fear and a need to move faster, be stronger. Like he's faced an enemy that's made him feel this way before. He knows he's fought before--fought lots. Lots and lots and lots without really knowing why by he can feel what he'd felt when he'd engaged the creatures he'd been sent against.

When a frost giant breaks through the line in front of him, for just a second he expected to see...someone else. Someone cold with yellow eyes and blue--but instead he's met with the sight of the towering giant and he retreats a step, eyes wide. ]

Edited 2012-11-04 19:19 (UTC)

[The war has finally started. It's about time, Ichigo catches himself thinking, and he frowns and shakes his head. He shouldn't be thinking that way, not when a lot of people will be hurt and even lose their lives today.

But it's also a vindication of everything the gods have said, that there is truly a war happening and they're expected to fight in it. It almost makes the shit the gods have put them through so far worth it.

Almost.

When the battle starts, he doesn't hesitate like some of the people unused to war or fighting. Instead, he charges straight in, Zangetsu in hand. And as he fights, it's obvious to anyone who's seen him fight before that this is the weapon he feels most comfortable with, the long blade that's as black as night practically breathing along with him, almost as if they're one and the same.

Once, they were. Once, the blade contained a piece of Ichigo's soul. Now, it was no more than metal, but the memory of them fighting together was still there in Ichigo's mind, and that's all that really mattered.

It's a long fight, and Ichigo is there basically for it all. Fight beside him, rescue him, or have him rescue you, it's all a part of this bloody, loud moment.]

A. Morning-Afternoon: [Rudely awakened by the sirens, Eridan throws on his normal ensemble and is armed and out of his apartment in Baldr district with in a few moments. Wielding a razor sharp dagger and a small handgun with which he displays a preternatural accuracy.

He laughs as he fights the giants, taking them on in ever growing numbers. He isn't fighting for the city, but it has been far too long since he had any sort of challenge. And, he is definitely enjoying this, laughing loudly as he takes on a group of three frost giants, not noticing until it's far too late that he is being surrounded by a growing number of them, blocking his escape.]

B. Night: [Eridan, having barely escaped the group of giants and another few that followed (what can he say, he doesn't learn very easily), is leaning heavily against the walls in one of the city's back alleys, safe for now from the front lines and the worst of the fighting. His regeneration has kept him from looking too beat up, but it doesn't help the exhaustion that's starting to creep up on him or his pride that keeps him from going to the Arena to rest.]

[you may encounter Orihime either:

A. Between Sigyn district and the Arena, encountering various fire and frost monsters

or

B. at the Arena, doing rounds healing]

[He's heard the alarm and he's armed himself.

You won't find Malik in the thick of the battle. You'll find him around the edges, in the streets or on the rooftops. Skirmishes and enemies who are creeping around behind the front lines are what he takes down, while looking out for those who might not be able to defend themselves.

In particular, he is going to roam the streets around the arena. It won't do to have anyone creeping in on their injured and their healers.

Alternatively if you are one of the injured, he will help to safely get you to someone who can treat you.

He's armed with a sword and a dagger in plain sight, though he himself isn't always in such clear sight, often sneaking across rooftops and moving very quietly. And if you think a one-armed man has no business fighting, you've got another thing coming.]

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