stay out my way motherfucker

[makingthetime]

Who: Everyone involved in the Tyrant player plot!
What: It's time to Kill A Tyrant.
When: End of April.
Where: Clearing outside Lumenwood

Content Warnings: Resident Evil warnings in full play. Zombie horror, body horror, violence, gore, character injury, character deaths. Will update as needed.

[It's easy enough to lure the Tyrant.

Umbrella didn't make it with much in the way of intelligence, you see. Just enough to follow orders, but not so much that it could reason for itself whether those were orders that it ought to follow. So it comes lumbering into a clearing just outside of Lumenwood, situated conveniently far enough to avoid collateral damage. Its steps don't shake the ground, but for some people, it may as well have, the impact of each footstep jarring loose memories of a different time.

But if there's one thing learned from then, it's this: even monsters such as these can die.

It just...takes a lot of firepower to do so.]

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BOSS FIGHT

[makingthetime]

FIRST PHASE: COATS ON

[makingthetime]

[The Tyrant stomps into the clearing, swinging wide at whoever's unlucky enough to be too close to them. It's then that gunshots ring out, and the Tyrant spins on its heel, more annoyed than anything at whoever's firing paltry little bullets at it.

Who happens to be Leon, playing his part and trying to get the monster into the best possible position for someone with enough power to rain hell.]

Hey, Trenchy! Remember me?

Re: FIRST PHASE: COATS ON

[imaglyphwitch]

Meanwhile, Luz is on the staff, flying high and keeping an eye out for Wesker. She can hear the skirmish that's starting, but she's following up on what her instructions were: find Wesker, make plans to take out this tyrant, make sure to stay out of the monster's business so she didn't get clipped.

Luz disembarks onto one of the nearby roofs in Lumenwood, tapping a glyph that gives her some light, and is already looking for aid, but watched the fight down below.

It looked like Leon was already trying to lure the monster in. OK.

Re: FIRST PHASE: COATS ON

[subject_013]

Wesker emerges from the shadows, followed by five Hunters, armed with crossbows, some carrying torches. He looks skyward, then removes his glasses. Glancing to his companions, he nods to them. "Move out," he orders, and with a practiced precision, they fan out, flanking the Tyrant, getting its attention holding their fire as one Hunter lights the ends of their crossbow bolts.

He looks up to Luz, nodding to her. "Do your best and give it your worst," he calls up to her.

Re: FIRST PHASE: COATS ON

[imaglyphwitch]

"Right," Luz said, and had the glyphs in hand.

She began to soar up in the sky, then moved with quickening speed and let her glyphs flutter toward the Tyrant. Landing farther away she brought her staff up and activated the spells. They were like mini firecrackers, and let off enough sparks and lights that it would keep the Tyrant busy and dazed, just enough for the Hunters to get in their own attacks.

Once that happened, Luz was up in the sky again, making sure not to stay in the same space. The last thing she wanted was to get too close to that monster.

[searingwing]

[On another rooftop, Diluc surveys the scene and moves under the cover of the gunfire. He pulls on the power rolling through his blood as he gets closer to the roof edge.

His omen appears in a curl of smoke at his feet. About the size of a house cat right now, the dragon omen pours into his sword turning the metal jet black. Diluc has flanked the Tyrant. He drops down, quiet as a cat, and brings his claymore around in a vicious, fast swing.

The fiery magic he has been channeling comes out in the form of a bird of fire. It hammers into the tyrant’s side. The surprise of the attack catches the Tyrant off guard. Everyone else has a chance to move closer or strike depending on how close to in position they are.]

[siriusly]

[Diluc's not the one who's going to be pulling aggro. from a copse opposite those few rooftops in this clearing, Manabu takes the safety off his cosmo dragoon pistol.]

Go make sure they have an escape route. [he whispers the ask to his omen - a little dog who growl-barks and scampers out of cover and off toward Leon and any of the others who are physically putting their bodies out in view. as that's happening, Manabu watches the figure shifting focus to the direction Diluc's blast came from. he sets his sights and fires a few laser shots at its shoulder and hip - mere bugbites in comparison, but annoying enough to pull focus and keep its attention on a swivel between Diluc and he.

Leon Kennedy acquires one (1) omen-dog buddy.]

[searingwing]

[The moment the Tyrant’s attention shifts back to Manabu, Diluc gathers more power.

This time the cold rolls through him and gathers around his blade. He balances his sword as the creature moves towards Manabu. Icy magic stabs in the ground and snaps at it.

As it turns back the ice lashes out. Leaving it open again for more shots.]

[truerevival]

[Not everyone has the luxury of being on rooftops. Some people are melee and close range--like this poor idiot with a sword. He hadn't known what he was up against in his urge to volunteer to help.

And, as anyone that even has a remote trace of shounen energy may do, he wasn't exactly all that intimidated even in the face of this thing. That didn't seem at all phased or hurt by the actual bullets and what appears to be a literal bird of fire that just slammed into it. He...was likely in over his head.

Right.]

Might want to keep your eyes open. [Outmatched or not, the point was to keep the thing occupied and in the area. And Kazuma was great at taunting. He moves within range (a dangerous thought) and takes a swipe at the creature, scoring the thick material of its trenchcoat with his blade before trying to duck back out before it can get a hit in.] You have a few people that want your attention.

[facultative]

[As Kazuma weaves in close, the tyrant's swing goes wider than expected, but instead of being clipped by its arm an unseen force shoves him out of the way hard.]

Pay more attention to it instead of talking!

[Anakin could have done this from a safe distance as well, instead he's not far off from the both of them. One hand outstretched to try and choke it now.]

[unphase]

[my, my. this is both terrifying and fascinating. but she lets the "fascinating" side of things take over, the former will do her no good.

she tries to throw fire at it from a fair distance. no luck.

so she closes on in, far enough that it can't actually reach her unless the thing can do the high jump, but also far enough in to do some damage.

fire pours from her hands, setting everything around it on fire. and hopefully it, too]

Yech, why did no one mention how bad this thing smells?

[subject_013]

[One of the things that catches fire, however briefly, is the beast's creator, who flings himself on the ground, rolling out the flames before righting himself into a low, almost catlike crouch. And trying not to recall Alexia Ashford and her fiery blood...]

Bear in mind, it's more or less an undecayed zombie that's been taught some offensive and defensive capabilities.

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul waits for the lumbering beast to draw nearer. He'd told Wesker he would help to take this creature down and he intends to follow through with that, though his methods are going to be loud and rather messy. He turns to whoever is nearby, his face serious and his tone grim.]

I can drop a building down upon it but you will need to distract it until then. Do you think you can do that?

[makingthetime]

Yeah, sure. Just don't let anybody else get caught in it. [Just grimly loading up his handgun. Right. Time to play bait again. Funny, how often these things keep coming after him.]

You bring a rocket launcher or something? [It's a light joke, made with the look of someone whose regular Tuesday this is.]

Re: FIRST PHASE: COATS ON

[subject_013]

Wesker emerges from the shadows, followed by five Hunters, armed with crossbows, some carrying torches. He looks skyward, then removes his glasses, leveling his gaze at the Tyrant but not looking it in the face. His greatest creation and the cause of the death that made him as he is now: he can't take personal stake in this fight, sensing a conflict of interest.

But there are ways around that. He will not raise a hand against it, but he can aide those who can and will. Glancing to his companions and hefting the leather satchel imprinted with a Blood Minister's sigil and containing the necessary for any injured Sleepers, he nods to them. "Move out," he orders. With a practiced precision, they fan out, flanking the Tyrant, getting its attention yet holding their fire as one young Hunter lights the ends of their crossbow bolts.

The oldest and strongest-looking Hunter glances to Wesker, who meets the man's gaze and gives him the briefest nod. As one the Hunters open fire on the Tyrant, falling back before it can turn on them. But turn on them it does, the bolts enough to madden it and the chemical fire on the tips paining it, while its creator watches, his impassive face dubious.

[hammerbearer]

Wesker suggested she arrive and meet him by a specific Lamp near Ursula's Ink. She's careful. Whatever the circumstances- if they managed to meet up and she's directed toward a rooftop or simply makes her way up there when it's clear things are becoming risky just staying around, Gaia will end up crouching behind a chimney or something that looks like a sturdy piece of architecture to keep her from being immediately seen by the enemy. 'Swimming' through the air at her side is a crowntail betta; a black-scaled omen with blue membrane linking its spindly fins. The omen is alert, clearly watching Gaia's back.

Luz might well have landed nearby! And if she does, the dark-hair teenager already on the roof is going to make a gesture indicating that she should remain low. Or... well, the rune-user is going to take off again so maybe not!

At least she now knows where Wesker is. Gaia calls down to him.

"I'm going to try and slow it down. I'll delay the spell so it'll go off in about eight seconds, if you want to pass it around. Though still don't know if it's going to work."

Unless she's told to wait, the teen rises up and sights the enemy. Energy is woven into a spell, one that'll delay the next she casts by the prescribed amount, with the faint echo of ticking and the imagery of dark clock hands turning. What follows would be a spell intended to slow the reactions of the coat-wearing enemy. There will be a faint circle of lights slowly extinguishing over the Tyrant's head when the countdown reaches five seconds. Whether the actual delayed spell itself will stick? Well find out in a few seconds...

[rosae]

ooc — Just for reference of what I'm thinking for this, Rose (who lacks any powers of her own) is here to be utilised as bait or assistance, as she's just going to be trying to help others who are more capable of actually dealing with this. Or here to assist with any weapons other characters might let her borrow, for a quick learning opportunity! She will eventually be killed by the Tyrant, but I'm flexible as to when/how that actually goes down.


( She's afraid, of course she's afraid.

But more than anything, Rose is angry. The creatures from her own world, the creatures from other people's... It seems like an endless nightmare. She's already tired. And she's not stupid, she knows she isn't remotely equipped to handle something like this. But turning away from the network warning isn't something she could do.

No, not when she has to protect her daughter. And the countless other kids in this awful place.

She's on the ground, staying a safe distance from the thing while she waits to see what the others are going to do — some firing, some up on the rooftops — and Rose turns to the nearest person, eyes wide. Mouth tight. She already looks resigned; if you're going to tell her to stay safe, it'll be a waste of breath. Rose is not about to back down. )

What do you need me to do to help you?

[imaglyphwitch]

[Luz knew that people were not happy with her decision to fight here, even after assuring them that she wouldn't do anything but stay in the sky and attack from afar. So that was what she did, being careful to stay out of the way of anyone else who were contenders for the Tyrant on ground. He was a monster all right, but at least they had a team...

And then she saw Rose. The moment she came to view Luz's heart sunk and she got on her staff and sped over faster than she'd ever done in the past].

NO! NOT HER!

Rose, are you crazy?! You can't be here! That thing can't spot you! It's fast, you don't have any armor!

[subject_013]

[Something might drop from a nearby rooftop and Wesker approaches, his smirk of pleasure giving way to quiet concern.]

We cross paths in the most dire situations. I'd tell you to get back and stay clear, but you've too big a heart for that.

[He knows it's in her nature, and yet he would protect her and return the help she gave him in the Farm.]

We'll need to get this creature out into the open, but whoever does that, they'll need to cover themselves.

[He reaches to the holster under his right arm, taking out a formidable-looking handgun, holding it with its extended barrel pointed at the ground.]

Have you ever used one of these?

SECOND PHASE: COATS OFF

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AFTERMATH

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Wesker / Second Phase - Coat's off! / Red Eyes Take Warning

[subject_013]

People who matter to him have taken damage, some have died. Some of his reinforcements have also suffered. Whatever compassion he can be said to possess has activated, but rather than mourn them, Wesker has another tactic in mind.

Destroy what destroyed them.

He retreats into the bracken, which some might mistake for an escape. But after a long moment, Wesker returns with a naval cannon in tow. "I had to bribe a merchant marine captain for this," he notes, to whomever notes the new artillery, a flicker of red showing behind his lenses.

Wesker then takes hold of the cannon, hefting it to hold it at hip level with one hand, while with his free hand, he reaches back and grabs the thick lanyard hanging from the gunlock. "Time for a time-out, Junior," he murmurs, his now literally blazing eyes on the Tyrant. And he yanks on the lanyard.

BOOM!!

Cordite billows from the muzzle and the breech, hiding both the Tyrant and its developer for a moment. Then slowly it clears, revealing that Wesker has dropped back, now wielding the spent cannon - devoid of its wooden gun carriage, which looks like he'd wrenched it off - like a large metal club. The Tyrant, meanwhile, has a gaping wound in its hip, causing it to limp, but not keeping it from going on the defensive. Not yet.

"Come now, junior, time I took you to the woodshed," Wesker croons, challenging the creature.

[unphase]

Tinya is worried about the damage their team has already taken. For some, death will be a temporary thing. For others, they won't be so lucky. She experiences a brief, uncomfortable flashback to the battle against the Daxamites. So many millions dead, her own death had been a mere drop in the ocean. But she forces herself to snap out of it.

...just in time to see Wesker bring out the naval cannon. If anything can do some damage to that thing, this will. She hopes.

But while there's a decent sized wound to the hip, she figures that can't slow it down for very much longer.

She calls out, "Do you need more ice? Or would that only get in the way?"

[subject_013]

"Just what we'd need to lock it in place, making it easier to wear down," he says. The Tyrant gathers itself, stumbling from the damage to its hip. Its creator darts behind it, and the beast jolts from behind, dropping to its knees, its dear old dad standing behind it, still wielding the cannon and winding up for another strike

The Hunters have regrouped, though a few of their number have vanished. The grizzled one looks from Wesker to Tinya, nodding to her, as if to say "Give it your worst, lass."

[unphase]

"Perfect. You know, I could really get used to these powers," she says with a grin.

As soon as it's on its knees, she pours ice down on it, past the point of exhaustion, but it's her will keeping her afloat. She's drawing from untapped reserves of willpower to see this through.

She winks and grins at the grizzled Hunter. "Done. And if it tries anything, well, it won't break my heart to give him the depths of the Void."