Fantasy Department of Defense Against the Supernatural

[Sleipnir]

Piper saw the opening and shot into the wound, looking over to see Shylock doing the same. Sanja looked up and took a breath, throwing out a hand and releasing a pulse of Aether energy, knocking out several plague apostles.

 

[Hel]

Alexander saw that Sanja needed help- she was running out of energy fast. He appeared at her side, swords blazing- one with a light holy fire and the other with the deep purple flames of hell. He lunged forward, aiming to take out the apostles on the other side of the group. Together the two should be able to distract the apostles while Piper and the others took out the Plague Father.


Liliana gasped, a bit surprised when the man grabbed her wrist. His grip was strong, but so were her bones, though, she could feel them straining in his grasp. She flipped the sword in her hand, struggling to get it nearer to Victor, but found herself unable to. Realizing this, she grabbed her sword with her right off-hand and moved to bring it down on the man's shoulder, hopefully making him either drop the squirming creature, or get hit.

 

[Azure Sky]

@Sleipnir


(Reminder)


''Can't you just change appearance like I do?'' asked Evan-Dor who jumped into the air at high speed and rotated before hitting the ball, the addition of the centrifugal force made the ball reach hypersonic levels of speed. It was directed to the upper left corner of Death's part of the field.

 

[Archon]

Victor pushed strongly against the woman, his hands wrapped around hers, nullifying any reach she had with her sword, keeping his grip sturdy, and making sure to not give her a second of room to make an attack. However, as he was battling with the woman, he noticed a slight sensation on the back of his left leg, as something touched upon his flesh. Superhuman reflexes, and speed be praised, for when the man shot his right foot directly into the disturbance, he felt a 'squelch' onto his leg, clearly squashing some deadly insect or another.


Now turning his full attention to the woman, he decided it was time to apply some brains to the brawl, rather than rely on brute strength, she was clearly meta-level in strength, so it would take too long to beat her that way. Victor instead released one hand, and placed it upon her other hand, the one holding the sword, before spinning 360 degrees, and speeding, and forcing all her weight onto his back, in an attempt to place her on the ground in front of him, where he would follow by disarming her sword, and using it against her.


...Except, he began to feel more than a little dizzy, and began coughing for a few secods, before noticing the frog was clearly absent.


Crap, that took too long. and chances were it was too late to go through with his disarming plan, instead, in a rather clumsily fashion - for a superhuman - Victor released his grip, and dashed to the summoner once more, still going incredibly fast, but no longer appearing as a blur, his speed must have been halved, at least. Courtesy of the gas of course, but the woman was probably just getting to her feet, if he could remove the summoner,this would - hopefully - be a whole lot easier to finish.


So he decided to do just that, the moment he reached the summoner, Victor shot out his hand, towards the man's throat, if all went well, he would carry on moving, forward at speed, whilst lifting him before rather violently, and slamming him down onto the floor. The impact would surely knock his opponent unconscious, or at least knock the air from his lungs.


@Hel


@Elias


@Kylesar1

 

[Hel]

Liliana hit the ground with a loud thud, and a small grunt. She had kept a firm grip on her sword, though she wasn't used to fighting enemies with Victor's speed or strength. Most of the time she would have had plenty of time to twist herself in the air and land on her feet, but this time she didn't. Keeping a sense of the situation, and realizing what the man was trying to do she chose not to get to her feet, but to roll a slight bit towards Victors path and stick out a leg, hoping to either hit or trip the man.

 

[Kylesar1]

Allan saw the guy kill the Brown Recluse. Damn, that should've ended it. Time to get William up then


"Holy Style: Support Frog." Allan saw the guy coming, but he had 0 time to move, so he just prepared to take it. He faltered back and the suspect grabbed his throat. Allan didn't get far before it happened, but moving back alleviated some of the impact of the grab. Allan could do nothing but steel himself for the next impact, which would definitely be a slam on the ground. A slam against the wall would leave the suspect too open to another attack


Allan pointed to above William before taking the slam. Allan gasped in pain, and he couldn't breathe. Had the attack took him by surprise, Allan would be knocked out. Thank goodness the gas slowed him down. Still, it'd be a minute before Allan could get fully back into the fight


A white magic circle appeared above William. The white frog jumped out and landed on William, immediately healing him and making him immune to the gas. Since the suspect drove him back before the slam, they were relatively far from William. With the gas in his body, the suspect wouldn't get there in time to intercept the frog before William could strike


@Archangel Galdrael


@Elias


@Hel

 

[Elias]

William floated for some minutes in unconciousness, until the frog arrived again. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes, and shook his head a couple times for his vision to come back. Glancing around rapidly, he assesed the situation. Liliana was down, reaching for her sword, but the one seeming to be in higher danger was Allan who was at a deadly grip in the superhuman's hands. William shoved the frog in the interior of his coat now, in order not to lose it again, and quickly stood up. The metahuman didn't see him yet, so this was his window of opportunity. William activated his leviathan side, his eyes growing a fleshy red colour moment after moment. With a roar, he jumped up, and using not his tentacles, but his immense power, tackled Victor with all his strength sending him into a nearby wall, then grabbed Victor with both of his hands, hoping to choke him... @Archangel Galdrael


Jefferson tried to avoid the incoming fluid from Karnak's mouth, yet it hit himm almost fully. It was burning like acid, and was stinking like shit. For a couple of horryfiyn moments, the phoenix was blinded. In a mad fury, he started emmiting fire from all of his body, hoping it to reach the beast, even though he couldn't see him.


@Barbas

 

[Sleipnir]

Piper continued shooting, then looked over as Sanja leaned fully against Sundial, narrowing her eyes and preparing a strike against Karnak. She took a deep breath, and struck out with a powerful Aether pulse.


@Barbas

 

[Barbas]

Withering in pain ftlrom the attack, Karnak attempts to grab Piper with one of his tentacles while he tries to heal his wounds.

 

[Sleipnir]

Piper braced herself to attack the tentacles but the air was pushed out of her as something slammed into her side. She fell, caught herself and turned to see Shylock, who was firing off bullets at the tentacle and backing up rapidly. She could see his lips moving, forming the same word over and over.


@Barbas

 

[Hel]

Alexander turned and saw the others fighting the creature that they faced. But his distraction cost him, and one of the plague apostles that he and Sanja had been fighting hit him hard, and he was knocked to the ground. He brought his swords up in a defensive 'X' trying to buy time to get back to his feet, thankful for the protective bracelets that Sanja had made for everyone.


Taking a breath, he bounced back to his feet, arching his back up to regain his balance and then going to a standing position, effectively jumping from the ground to his feet quickly, he then lashed out at the apostle, and feinted to the right, his real attack coming from his dominate sword hand: His left one, and hitting the apostle thoroughly in the side, causing the wound to erupt in a blazing white holy fire.


@Archangel Galdrael Waiting on you to respond with Liliana


Meanwhile, Greyston was checking over everything, and got an update from the agent he had sent out to deal with the Marina break-in. The reports were interesting, and he decided that would be the next case to look into, but until then there was little he could do, and he didn't feel safe sticking the agent he spoke with on this particular task alone.


After speaking with Ronan, and his flirting with her, Wednesday's thoughts kept returning to another boy. She hadn't seen him since the affair with the Lich....


Wondering where he had gone, she made her way back towards the department in the twilight with her zombie following close behind. Unlike other ghosts, she was not bound to certain places, and could go wherever she pleased. However, she figured that she must have been bound to her body- Caden- because the two were never too far apart.


When she got to the Department she told Caden to stay outside, out of sight, and phased through the walls. She felt a slight sting, as though the building had defenses against malicious spirits, but she wasn't a malicious one, so it let her pass through mostly unharmed. Wednesday wandered around the department building for a while, making sure that she wasn't seen. She saw Greyston and some asian-looking guy speaking near Greyston's office, and Buwan who was still being treated in the infirmary.


Making her way downstairs, Wednesday found the hallo-cells- The hallographic prisons inside of which all of the criminals in transit (or dangerous ones who were locked up forever, there) were kept happy inside of their own holographic worlds. one could barely tell the difference between reality and the inside of one of those cells.


Wednesday, however, knew none of this. She wondered if this is where Bael had gone off too, and looked through the one-way glass of each of the cells nearest to the door until she found his. She passed through the door, once again not deemed an evil or mischievous spirit, and watched him for a moment before speaking.


"Hello again, Bael." She said, sounding disinterested despite herself.

 

[Sleipnir]

The room around then had the appearance of an 1850s lighthouse. They were in the lantern room; one could even feel the cold wind off the lake, which shimmered under a full moon where Bael was turned, working on the light. He turned sharply when he heard Wednesday's voice and looked almost surprised. He relaxed when he recognized her. "Hi," he replied, recovering himself. He then turned his attention back to the lantern. "Any particular reason you're around?" He asked. It was an attempt to sound casual enough, but genuine curiosity and a touch of embarrassment still crept through. It has, after all, been over 70 years since he's had a social call. Not since he was 16, anyway.

 

[Hel]

"Uh, I'm.. bored?" She asked, trying to sound nonchalant through the slight embarrassment that he had to question her. Evidently her presence was unwanted.


"If you'd rather, I'll just... uh... I'l just leave. Caden's outside on her own, anyway, so..." She said as she turned to go. She had no clue what she was doing, either, honestly. She herself had never been very big on social events unless they served to progress her career or her fiancé told her that she had to. She really did miss him, but he'd long since moved on, and so had she.

 

[Sleipnir]

Bael turned around again, hesitating, then gestured to her. "I didn't mean you had to leave," he pointed out. He realized he had responded a little more quickly than he had intended to, and added, "I mean — better company than the hawkshaws who come down here to throw others in their cages, you know? More often nasty looks through the door-window than actual conversation. Rather adds to the air of home, wouldn't it?"


He realized then that Wednesday was still wearing a sleeveless dress and remembered that to most, the wind off Lake Superior was always very chilly. "...We, uh — we don't have to stand up here in the wind if you don't want. I don't really notice it anymore."

 

[Hel]

Wednesday listened to what he said, and nodded in agreement. "I don't mind, anyway. I grew up in grew up in Minnesota anyway." She said with a shrug, looking out over the lake. "So.. This is an impressive prison. That is what this is meant to be, isn't it?"

 

[Sleipnir]

He shrugged and wandered to the other side of the lantern, leaning against the metal fencing. "No more than home is," he replied. "It's identical in every way." He grimaced as though there was some special way he knew. He then turned his bright green eyes on Wednesday. He was no longer accustomed to small talk and was waiting on her.


 
@Hel

 

[Hel]

Wednesday looked at Bael, and joined him at the railing. She wasn't sure what exactly to talk about, either. Home always seemed like a good topic, right?


"So, uh, you lived in a life house? That seems a bit boring, was it near anyone else?" She asked. The wind blew her hair back, and it was blowing elegantly, like something one would only see in a hair commercial, though the ends curved back in softly, maintaining the underwater look.

 

[Sleipnir]

He looked at her for a lon moment, watching the lines of her hair and when she finished speaking, the poltergeist looked up abruptly. "Well... No. But boring? I didn't think so. There were nights we had to lay on the fog horn until sunrise because of the fog and storms." If one paid enough close attention, there was almost the beginnings of a smile playing at the edges of his lips. "There was this one night in December in 1913... There was a great fire. It started in this old house around noon and it didn't take long for it to reach a barn and it hit the hay — there was no stopping it then. You couldn't see a yard out and the whole town caught. It was so dark — we tried the light, but you couldn't see it. We thought maybe it'd be out by nightfall. I woke up in the middle of the night hearing a ship and when I looked out, I realized the smoke hadn't cleared at all. Needed to get on the fog horn. It was completely iced over."


He looked over at Wednesday again. "It took all my weight on the chains to crack the ice. I spent the rest of the night working the thing." He scoffed then, looking away again. "...I suppose that you're not exactly interested in Mariner's stories, though."

 

[Hel]

"No, I enjoy stories. I've never found anything worth being passionate about, so seeing others so passionate is... nice." She said with a sigh, turning to lean her back against the railing causing her hair to blow forward, around her face. She dropped her head back to stare at the stars. They were fake... but still pretty.

 

[Sleipnir]

He scoffed and fell silent. Passion hadn't done right by Bael as far as he was concerned. It was passion that landed him in this cell and passion that had created him, kept him from death. He resented it: that probably didn't help. "Easy for you to say," he finally responded, quietly and not quite to Wednesday.

 

[Hel]

"Passion and anger aren't equivalent, you know, don't you?" She asked, looking at Bael. "Passion can be angry, but it can also be tempered, and useful. I've seen it. I've spent my whole life- and afterlife- watching others who are passion about things that I've just been making myself do because I had to." She sighed again, she did that a lot.

 

[Sleipnir]

Bael looked at Wednesday again, frowning now. "Why didn't you find something you wanted to do, then?" He asked, curious. "It isn't worth existing if you're constantly doing something you hate." He glanced at the lantern, then back at Wednesday. He felt obligated to continue maintenance but wanted an answer.

 

[Hel]

"I never said I hated what I did. I tried a lot of things, I just never found anything I was passionate about. I always did what I wanted- when I wanted to do something." She said with a shrug, then she noticed his glance. "Show me what you do around here. What is the job of a lighthouse keeper?" Besides obsolete. she thought to herself. She decided it would be best not to say that last bit out loud.

 

[Sleipnir]

Bael sat up and went back to the lantern. "I clean the lantern, keep maintained, make sure the fog horn stays functional, keep the quarters as I see fit, keep the wick trimmed, polish the lense..." He turned back to Wednesday. "Basically, everything."

 

[Elias]

(Wednesday x Bael lol, I kinda like this ship)


Justin striked left and right as the apostles were gathering. They were hideous, with jagged teeth, ugly frail body and green sicklish skin. They seemed frail enough, but they were actually quite though. And, you wouldn't know if they carry some horrible pestilence, so touching them wasn't an option. Flying left and right, Justin used his speed to kick and punch, dashing all over the place, sometimes even placing warding sigils to disperse the zombie-like creatures. The beast, Karnak, was also a problem, which had to be taken care of soon.


(@Archangel Galdrael still waiting on you with Will/others)


Jefferson squirmed a little more in the air, and ended his fiery rain. It wasn't of use this way. If he couldn't see, he could hit the other members of his team, so he had to stop his mad attack. Landing near a bloody large stone, he turned back human, and waited for his eyes to clear out. The liquid should disperse soon...