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[sub][@Flamelord][@BrokenPromise][/sub][/center]
[b]“Locked door? Got it!”[/b]

Liss was maximum energy now, her body thrumming with energies both physical and magical. Freeing up one arm by tossing Dusty onto Ren and then carrying the two of them over a single shoulder, she bulldozed her way through a wall of plaster, right as the Ascendancy smashed into the main hall and began to put everyone down. Insane. It was so insane! She breathed, but oxygen was growing thinner and thinner, the smoke clogging up everything. Still, she could not see, and the side halls didn’t have much in terms of locked doors at all.

They were all unlocked, after all. Made sense, seeing how there had been a rave going on, and it didn’t make much sense for a door to be locked. Or was she just twisting the knobs too hard when she tested them, ending up with breaking the locks before she could determine whether or not they were locked? Didn’t matter. Bits of her hair was catching fire now, and not in the cool way either. Liss exhaled deeply.

Not gonna be the first time she died. Not gonna be the last either. And if they need a locked door, then all she needed to do was to lock it.

Skidding to a stop beside yet another door, the redhead dropped both Dusty and Ren off on the ground, before slapping the key back into the tourist’s hand.

[b]“I’ll be fine, so y’all just get outta here!”[/b]

With that, she opened the door, stepped in, closed it behind her, and-

[i]Click.[/i]

- locked the door.

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[sub]@Rave[/sub][/center]
Everything burned.

The barriers were failing now, as their makers retreated. The air from portals to other worlds were sucked into the flaming rave, further fuelling the inferno. Plastic melted, and the bars, full of alcoholic drinks as they were, continued to explode. Oxygen, deprived from the brains of maddened magical girls, caused strings of furious responses. No air to think, only air to fight, but the more you fought, the less air you got, until you were choking on smoke, suffocating upon superheated air. In time, the flames will die, but the barrier erected by the Ascendancy would only turn this entire place into an oven.

The smoke, indeed, seeped into the hallways, the corridors, blanketing even those fighting in the back halls. The fat of the dead and the slain cooked, crackled, popped. Devourers scavenged, obsessed and seeking sustenance to fuel them where oxygen couldn't. Destroyers and Warriors swung still; though Evira's song had ended, this was still a fight for survival, and they would not shy away from the adversity of Beacon's death squads. Those more sane continued to retreat into their little homes, their small shelters, but to run now, so that those who stayed could be slaughtered more easily?

Hilarious! It brought laughter, a whole hell lot of laughter to Askefye, seeing everything come to ruin, seeing everyone act in their own self-interest, their choices dissonant and fractured. The Angel still cried out her bullshit, but her voice didn't travel so easily now, not when the roar of the flames snatched her words right out of the air. Inside her sanctuaries, they were stuck as if in cages, suffocating still, unable to escape. The Ascendancy would cull them later; Askefye, ethereal within her shadows, would enjoy it even more!

And the Monster Queen, hiding in the back of the room, when would she make her move?

The flaming devil smiled. Her own corrupted kin were dropping like flies, blasted to bits in wonderfully violent displays of power, and she couldn't wait for the same to happen to her pure kin either. So much fun, so much fun~!

This rave was the [i]best[/i].