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here comes the sun
Who: falco grice (
grice), shōyō hinata (
asas) & amaterasu (
brushy)
What: this is a catch-all for april! various closed prompts and one that's open for ammy (wonderkind), please refer to the character's specific top levels and headers! if you'd like to plot something out, hmu @ the plotting post or
liberos!
When: april!
Where: throughout trench!
Content Warnings: violence, harm to an animal, will add more as they come (also see headers)
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What: this is a catch-all for april! various closed prompts and one that's open for ammy (wonderkind), please refer to the character's specific top levels and headers! if you'd like to plot something out, hmu @ the plotting post or
When: april!
Where: throughout trench!
Content Warnings: violence, harm to an animal, will add more as they come (also see headers)
i gotchu girl
[ these demon twins, for the best or not, do not speak; their metal parts clatter and clank with each stroke of their wings, and their clockwork pieces tick with each audacious hoot. sometimes, their tiny arms beneath their fabricated wings lift to turn the gears on their heads. the golden brother holds its cane and adjusts its monocle like a kind western gentleman as the wave of magic comes like wind and batters their metal hides, preparing its talons to lunge lie the bird of prey it represents, and the silver brother flips its top hat out to reveal a bomb on its head.
it's preparing to throw it at her, or at the very least, to corner her back so its brother could seize her. ]
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it's all she can do to attempt to dive behind some conveniently placed barrels full of what smells like fish as the golden bastard comes towards her, though she misses her phasegrasp on the silver one. it fizzles out just in front of him, leaving the bomb free to be thrown.]
Shit.
[if she had a shield from her world, she could take several bombs to the face no problem. unfortunately... she doesn't. while golden boy is dodged, she scrabbles to get out from the barrels before she gets bombed.]
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by the eyes of the supernatural and the gods, a celestial tool has been used; a thin line of ink has been drawn over the bomb, summoning the ability powershlash. it hits and explodes upon contact with the silver owl in full, causing the mechanical bulk to twist and turn in any direction available and smoke in panic.
by amara's flank, a white wolf has joined her in battle, with hackles raised and lips lifted high to wrinkle her snout and expose her teeth. fighting a child like this one, alone? oh, that was very unfair. surely they wouldn't mind an addition? amaterasu is furious, and not at the girl. her attention is on these dastardly owls scrambling to regroup. ]
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[okay, she does not understand this situation much more, and she isn't sure if that weird dog is on her side or not, but it doesn't look like it has a bomb or a sword or whatever the fuck is up with these weird animals, so amara decides that she'll deal with the rabies when she's bitten.]
Still, though.
[she fires another bolt of electricity towards the owls when they're close together, hoping it'll arc between them. maybe that's how science works. she isn't sure how this stuff works when it's magic based.]
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the owl's gears spin like clockwork, and the woman's electricity stuns them both into battering against each other's tunic wings. amaterasu rides with the opportunity to deliver blows by the likes of her tundra beads: a holy set of glacial rosaries that lash out like an angry whip. it does them both harm, and by the time their bolts and steam-powered generators bring them back into the air, it's clear that they are soon at a disadvantage.
the owl brothers play with chance and roll their slots: what comes of them is a toxic fruit with poisonous fumes. ]
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ammy strikes the owls again and amara can't help but whoop with delight as they perform a combo attack. she should switch to her corrosive element, but the acrid fumes hit her and ruin her concentration. this leaves her tattoos flickering painfully between elements, amara coughing and hacking, haphazardly pulling out a pistol to fire at the little bastards.]
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as for the golden demon, it has clasped its ugly little claws at its monocle, busy spinning its gears— and serves as a lovely, clean hit for sharp shooters. ]
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still coughing, amara gets a chance to stand upright and fire a couple of shots off at the cute little hideous owl that's spinning gears and fiddling with the fancy man monacle it has-- out of the three, one hits the target, one glances it and one completely misses.
she's usually better at this, honestly. it's the poison.]
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until they are in heaps on the floor, mechanical parts popping out from their hinges and moving no more. are they . . . whistling?
amaterasu makes a break for it once her pricked ears realize what it is, snapping the woman’s pants leg between her teeth and aiming to guide them both for cover.
they do, in fact, explode. ]