here comes the sun

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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)

falco | shōyō | amaterasu

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[ the bomb is thrown. it's headed her way, and in moments where amara stood would blow. by the eyes of mere mortal, the bomb, in some outlandish way, is suddenly thrown the opposite direction, straight at the beast who threw it.

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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Bwuh? [her comment is very put together and intelligent as her brain takes a moment to catch up with what happens. the bomb suddenly decides the physics are suggestion, the owl does not like being exploded, and now there's a very fluffy wolf here.] Huh.

[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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[ quickly will amara know that this wolf is an ally and no additional foe to her bad luck in walking into the path of not one, but two demons. these were tough fellows, one that amaterasu needed help with by the hands of two others at the time. she is stronger now, she thinks, at her prime, she's taken down the prince by herself, with the powerful aid of prayer. maybe she can do it again, with the help of this girl.

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. ]

[phaseflex]

[amara does indeed realise that the dog is on her side, and she's grateful for it. usually when wild animals join a battle, they immediately latch onto amara or her teammates. this one does, admittedly, look like some hyperrich old lady went a bit wild on the decorations, but at least she's helping! she realises almost immediately that the dog is also magical, which makes her feel some kind of way!

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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[ the golden twin needs one more well-placed shot to hurl over, amaterasu can see that clearly— the woman can do it, if not for these ugly fumes. the wolf positions herself angrily in front of the silver demon, throws her head back and howls and moon-presence— more a distraction, really— as she summons galestorm with her brushwork. the fumes blow away and the zephyrs batter up the silver owl enough to tip it upside down and clash its head to the earth as it tried desperately to flap back to its proper position.

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. ]

[phaseflex]

[damn, this dog is friggin' cool. she could've used a magic dog when she was living out of a box on partali.

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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[ well, what do you know— a good single shot is better than three so-sos. the golden demon is thrown into a harsh enough tilt that it runs into its sibling. like any gear suddenly caught in something, it throws the owl completely off course, causes it to crash harder into the other, steam smoke and smoke and more of it—

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. ]