[center][h1][color=silver]Annabelle Irons[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] [color=silver]"I...a-am not....a D-dark M-magical Girl...i just...work for...a Horror,"[/color] Annabelle said, a small spike of adrenaline kicking into her as the sudden environment shift slightly spooked her, looking at Aurelio and speaking directly to him herself, albeit sound rather weak as she continued to bleed out of her cut stump...which now had chains sticking out of it to boot, [color=silver]"N-Now listen...to me....please...tell Beacon.....Soth...is p-planning s-something....big h-here. Leave...m-me alone...please...and...p-prepare everyone f-for it. I-I-If you...take me away....h-he will...kill everyone t-there. I-I went...to the s-stadium....wanting to help people....and h-h-he lied to...me...ah!"[/color] Annabelle grit her teeth as she held onto consciousness, feeling even worse as the stump of her arm gushed out blood, and the area where the chains had emerged from burned red hot it seemed like. Her left hand weakly reached over to clutched the stump, trying and wanting the sensations from it to stop, a mentally pained expression on her face. This...pleasure, and other stupid things like how she was bleeding to death. that stupid Amaryllis trying to kill her....even when she'd tried to protect her! She didn't even try to fight her or anything, but that....that bitch had cut off her arm! That stupid bunch of goons that hadn't listened to her no matter what as well! That stupid archer had shot a hole in her side, which was also still bleeding right now to boot. And her stupid boss...ah...the best she could do right now is give this magical boy a warning. Warning him what was to come, implore him to leave her alone for the safety of others....and to prepare people. Her boss seemed to be putting value on her...more than she'd heard many magical girls would get from their patrons otherwise. She'd rebelled against orders, yet he had shrugged it off without a second thought. He had never done that with other minions, she'd seen it in person. Sure even in such times like dealing out "punishment" for abysmal failures or rebellion, he was calm and sounded...strangely relaxed. She had to know what was going on...the truth. Something didn't feel right, like a familiar yet alien feeling in her very bones by now. Already there had been fear for what he was doing....and the first fear she'd felt in a long time for people other than herself too with it. Regina. Elroy. The Beacon Buddies. Heh...how long had she dreamed of using the word "friend" to describe some people. Yet beyond this he had escalated, in a way he had never done in the past before. Even she couldn't say "no" directly to him, and leave...it was like he was bonded to her very power itself, her magic at its core. [color=silver]"Ah...Ah!...AHHH!!!"[/color] Annabelle said, letting out noises before eventually screaming, her thinking interrupted by a sudden sensation she couldn't recall feeling before. Like hot, burning knives gouging into the bit of the upper-arm and should stump of a right arm she had left. It wasn't pleasure, nothing she could recall feeling before.......pain. Pure, agonizing pain for the first time in what life she could ever remember. And it [b]hurt[/b] more than anything. The silver chains, glistening in the otherworldly light, began to darken bit by bit. This was no corruption, even a basic magical girl could see this. This was magic, darkness magic seeping into the chains, as if naturally consuming them...or perhaps [i]assimilating[/i] them into itself. Was this a reaction to Annabelle's magic to the presence of another's power? Was this...Soth's doing potentially? There was perhaps no way to be sure, but for the mind-bent Annabelle to feel pain for the first time there had to be something going on. Something strange. Continuing to scream as the chains became as dark as night, like the frayed nerves in her arm were on literal fire, it was a horrific sight to watch for any potential observer. Of course some might not find it horrifying...certain crowd might find such a thing pleasing to watch even. Yet as the darkness finally reached the cut ends of what had been Amaryllis' chains....it receded rapidly. The formerly silver chains were dark, ebon black, covered in small sharp spikes now. Spiky chains. Then where her stump was, A curved piece of silvery metal seemed to be attached, covering the bloody stump's end and the various black chains seemed to be sticking out of it from being attached somewhere within. At this point Annabelle stopped screaming, her throat feeling rawer than even before as she look at her...what was this? Too tired to be shocked, but wondering what had just happened, the void-touched girl watched as the chains seemed to coat in darkness again, before they magically contracted towards the stump and folded. They formed the inky darkness-made shape of...an arm, which appeared like a metal, ebon black colored version of her old arm even. So eerily on point with the appearance of human anatomy, but looking so different than it. Overall it looked like she had a long black glove on her right arm, with a silvery metal-colored ring at the top. As some blood still was coming out of her side, Annabelle raised her arm to look at it. It wasn't pointed at anyone, even Aurelio. Disbelief wrote itself into Annabelle's face as she rotated the arm, moved it. It felt...natural, as if it was part of her...an extension of herself she had been born with even. Sweat continued to run down the magical girl's face, before she let the arm fall to the ground again and her head fall back onto the ground. Lying there, she didn't even feel she had the words to use right now. What had happened? Did her magic do this on its own or something? [hr] [center][h1][color=orangered]????[/color][/h1][/center] The Faceless Bastard's warning over the stadium's intercom system was more than warranted. Penny's observations, however, would turn up...nothing, not even as a servant of destruction did this thing seem to have noticeable weak spots. Like some power beyond even magic had tainted the entire thing, seeping into it and causing it to become more and more erratic and unstable. However, one thing Penny might notice, or perhaps the others at that, was that the portal would eventually stop allowing grunts through. No more maimed bodies, no disfigured survivors emerging, no miraculously intact bodies to join the stadium fight. Wait, but why might that be the case? Had Soth not sent in more goons, or....? [center][color=orangered][h2][b][i]"GWUOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!![/i][/b][/h2][/color][/center] An immense, utterly alien roar erupted from the portal, able to burst normal base human eardrums within the stadium's range as it rung through the stadium and into the city beyond. The very concrete and metal and walls of the stadium even [i][u]quaked[/u][/i]from the sound as it passed through them. What....what was that?! Then the portal seemed to after this suddenly stretch, widen, grow in size thanks to Penny having made room for it to do so. The portal reached up into the sky, unstable and flickering in the process, stretching up to the height and width of what seemed to be a ridiculous extent. Parts of the stadium in the way collapsed on that dugout's side, structural damage was notable....and then it stopped in place, far larger than it had been before. It was...[i]horror[/i]-sized even when it came down to it. Before any attempts to get to the portal could be made, a single, monstrous figure began to emerge from the portal. One hundred and sixty five meters tall, its very footsteps shook the ground as it stepped into the stadium proper....or rather what was left of it by this point. Already unstable structure due to its roar began to collapse the right side of the stadium the rest of the way as support crumbled and the ground creaked against its weight and cracked as easily as an eggshell. its body was covered in many smaller, writhing tentacles, and more mouths and eyes than any of the goons had possessed before. Even many sets of smaller legs with cloven hooves stuck oddly and erratically out of its ebon-colored, shiny eldritch flesh. In fact, on closer inspection even from a distance, the truth was perhaps rather apparent. This thing was [b][u]made[/u][/b] out of goons, dozens, perhaps a couple hundred even, smashed together like Frankenstein's monster on steroids....Japanese kaiju-sized steroids. On this monster's head all over were a set of gigantic eyes naturally fitting for a creature of its size and dimensions, with several giant mouths that seemed like freakish horror-monster zippers from hell....especially as a pair of very long, forked tongues licked came out of and licked each of them simultaneously. This was a greater horror, not on the level of Soth himself by the longest shot....but an amalgamation of lesser horrors had formed a greater horror had emerged into the world. And as soon as it fully entered the world, the portal finally dissipated into black particle behind it, scattered to the wind and disappearing. At least...at least they didn't have to worry about more new lesser goons, right? [h2][color=orangered][center][i]-Minor Boss Monster Has Emerged- Type: [b][u]Greater Horror[/u][/b] Designation/Name: [b][u]Behemoth: General of the Infinite Abyss[/u][/b][/i][/center][/color][/h2] [center][i]***(NOTE: [@Ariamis] will be controlling this monster from here on out, as arranged prior with our dear GM themselves. Enjoy, everyone! Fufufu~)***[/i][/center] [@MadManMoon][@ERode][@Shifter_Master][@BrokenPromise][@Card Captor][@PlatinumSkink] [hr] [center][h1][color=blue]Nina Kujo[/color] and [color=violet]Alice Honorsby[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] As she fell it was almost like a dream for a second, as the minor exhaustion from using that special ability hit her like a freight train. Perhaps she should have used something more minor? Heh. Not a chance in hell that those witches would have gotten less, at least in her point of view. She could almost imagine falling onto the roof, maybe her neck snapping....nah, that wouldn't happen. Star Platinum caught her hat as it fell off of her head, nabbing it midair before placing it securely back on its user's head and held it there. The normally stoic girl could feel the air rushing over her body as it fell through the air from the highest point of the church, like a cool breeze coming up from the inside was blowing over her. A sly, small grin came into her face, however, as she noticed a blur in the air begin to form...and then closed her eyes. Then, as Nina had suspected, she felt herself grabbed...but more so than that she felt the feeling that she had stopped falling. She could then feel arms carrying her, as if they were...ah. So small, and yet they were carrying her. Opening her eyes, though her body felt like weighed down metal a bit still despite the feeling having begun to already fade, she chuckled at the face of someone she hadn't suspected to be here...but wasn't surprised had arrived either. [color=blue]"Yare yare...you useless goddess, i would have caught myself. Besides, i've done worse."[/color] Having caught Nina midair, gently holding her in their arms was a mysterious, small girl with a set of twintails secured with lovely black ribbons. The mere fact this individual was floating in the air was astonishing enough even perhaps among magical girls, but the fact that such a small body was bridal-carrying a magical girl in her arms was another thing. But wait, this wasn't another magical girl, right? Nina had said something....no, wait it- [center][hider=Majora, Goddess of the Dead, Weapons,...and Entertainment][img]https://i.imgur.com/RcemuYu.jpg[/img][/hider][/center] [b][color=lime]"BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA!!!! I told you to not try stuff like this you big dummy! Hmpfh!"[/color][/b] -....was a currently pouting, childish sounding goddess who was looking at Nina with reddened, puffed out cheeks and a disapproving gaze fit for a small fussy child. It almost looked like she was gonna cry, or throw a tantrum even. Was this even a goddess at all, and not just a very confused magical girl? Only two people in the area knew for sure, and one of them was in said loli goddess' arms as said loli goddess fussed at her. In response, Nina merely used Star Platinum to flick said goddess' forehead, though the grin shifted into a small, sly smile now before the magical girl began to speak again. [color=blue]"Hey, i'm not gonna die on ya like the other girl did when you found me, you idiot. Hell i and Red have survived this long in your patronage, so at some point i think we lost the ability to die."[/blue] [b][color=lime]"Owies! Y-You meanie, your supposed to be my champion!!! Waah...i coulda' been looking for more followers too....."[/color][/b] Majora responded as she shouted now at Nina, still pouting. Yet after this she began avoiding eye contact with Nina now, looking to the side as the flicked spot on her forehead became a bit reddened in a distinct manner. Had...hadn't Nina gone too far by hitting a goddess?! Nina let out a small peal of laughter at the sight, before doing the unthinkable...and reaching up to pat the goddess on the head. Gently, softly, as if she was lecturing a younger sibling on something or such. [color=blue]"Yare yare, you still act like a small child, useless goddess. You don't even know the magical world to the point you took on Red to help me... ...But come on, you did a good job this time at least. Just don't get involved in my fights unless you really need to, ok? This is your second offense. if you do it again, i'll flick you using my gloves and full power next time."[/color] Meanwhile, Alice had nodded to Joanna as the other girl leapt to try to rescue Nina. Despite the wind user's doubts that Nina would die from such a fall, even if she fell into the church somehow (her partner was that stubborn...), she also didn't want to turn down the help either. It was noble, and Red Rifle knew "that" attack would weight Nina's body down like a sack of rocks when it was used. Idiot had decided to use the worst vantage point to look cool and get an overview of the situation...haha. One day that could kill her, though, which did worry the veteran magical girl a good bit in the process. Hefting up her rifle as soon as she could in the right direction, Alice noted the fleeing individual with the sleeves, who had a hostage in tow. This was a simple shot, nothing more and nothing less. With her sight automatically following the individual, and her finger carefully on the trigger, a grin came to the face of Red Rifle as she fired three of her "homing" shots in succession. The air itself was bending around them and propelling them at high speeds, though normally being able to be guided by Rifle herself, in this case they were being guided by her scope to their destinations. Two of the shots were aimed to pierce the head and heart of the enemy respectively, the third to explode beneath the soon-to-be falling victim to form a wind cushion for him to float safely down on....albeit he could land on a roof. She hadn't considered it, merely keeping him from splatting on the pavement was her goal. So even if he fell onto a roof, it wouldn't be any big deal if he yelled for help that would obviously come for him after all of this. [@MadManMoon][@Ariamis]