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Mac and Cheese

“For crying out loud!” Cheese yelled.

She had literally just gotten all the things she needed to destroy Philippa’s shield and the gosh darn cow decided to run. All that effort, wasted. She and Mac peered carefully over the top of the bench.

“Guess we need another plan.” Mac puffed on the cigarette.

“I don’t need the ashes any more Mac, you can stop smoking” Cheese despised the smell of cigarettes.

“I’ve had a relapse.”

Cheese had seen the enemy withdraw with a painful stab of magic in her gut; she had been tasked to find and help the Princess of heart and Cheese had let her go! But currently the most urgent matter was keeping Mac safe. The others were already doing their part to combat Drake, the designated heavy hitter being more of a double edged blade, unleashing their own attacks to stave off the tendrils and force them back. Cheese could feel waves of magic crashing around them all sending chills up and down her spine. The strange thing Tocsax wielded drew her attention especially looking some strange combination of technology and magic.

There off to the right Cheese saw knot of tendrils twist and writhe, surging towards them. She shouted for Mac to get down as she tore the Key Blade from his hands, her own knife still sitting beside crazy Drakes feet. Just in time, the tendrils bounced off the blade with a mighty ‘bang’ but they weren’t even given a sliver of a second’s rest before Cheese set upon them with a vicious strike that carved the tendrils apart. Then the Key Blade simply vanished from her grip.

Mac had been watching Cheese fighting against the tendrils with a mixture of fear and awe, and the same could be said to the others as well who wielded powers and skills far beyond his own. However, just as it seemed to him that Cheese could win and pull them all through he felt the weight of the Key Blade back in his hand and saw Cheese being swallowed by the tendrils.

“Drake, what the heck are you doing?” He scrambled up from the ground, beating away at the tendrils snaking towards him as best he could.

With a horrible drop in his stomach Mac felt something wrap around his legs and pull him up into the air. Upside down and being thrown about Mac saw another few tendrils dash towards the new arrival and whilst Mac tried to warn him, in his panicked stated it probably sounded more like a string of garbled words. Was that a robot he saw?

The twisting mass of tendrils holding Cheese crashed back down beside Toxsac and Mai, for moment it looked like it would charge at them too but from the looks of it the snake like tendrils were a bit pre-occupied. Cheese shrieked when she managed to partially tear herself out of the mass, bruises and cuts decorating her. But her features looked twisted and slightly less human; nails looking more talon like than ever before, teeth sinking deep into the flesh of a snake, even her wings tattered and torn looked like shards of glass. Cheese was using every bit of magic she could to hold herself together.

@Ryteb Pymeroce@Double@Letter Bee@Rex@SMS@Gentlemanvaultboy
noice, I'll get a posty up tomorrow if that's okay with you peeps
Mac doing fudge all and Cheese almost being able to tear down Phillippas shield :p

actually @Letter Bee would such a thing be okay for the next battle we encounter with her? obviously the spell wouldn't just take out a shield straight away but more drain it slowly. like in order to keep the shield up Phillippa would have to put all her concentration into the shield to keep it at full strength.
Chease

Cheese was at the time still invisible, but the fact that Philippa had managed to get a few shots far too close for comfort made her change
her current approach to evacuating the citizens. Casting a quick glance over at Mac, who had leapt to safety.

“We can’t go out there.” Cheese slammed the door shut behind her. “How many are left?”

Dashing into the darkened living room Cheese counted four citizen’s left standing away from the curtained windows.

“What about a garden?” Cheese asked.

Cheese then repeated hurriedly a few times before one of the citizens nodded understanding. Taking her by the arm the young boy lead Cheese and the other three citizens through the small kitchen and out into the garden that was bordered by neat brown wooden fencing on either side and a tall hedge at the bottom.

“il y a une clôture métallique!” The boy pulled Cheese back from the hedge. Even in another language Cheese recognised the word. Parting a few of the branches revealed the back of another house through a chain-link fence. “All up” the boy pointed to the top of the hedge. It was far too high to jump or even climb.

Cheese Grabbed the child under his armpits and the pair became invisible. “Stay quiet.” She ordered and flew him over the hedge. After repeating this with the other citizens Cheese hopped back over the hedge one last time and into the house.

Mac

Mac swore several times behind the stone bench whilst it was being chipped away by Nora’s attacks. There was then a pause in the rain of bullets and Mac tentatively poked his head around. He had left Cheeses knife embedded in the barrier around Drake where it hung in the middle of the spider web of cracks that had only grown larger under the barrage of stray bullets. At present though it looked like Seth had managed take out one of the terrible trio leaving just Nora and Philippa to deal with.

Mac took the chance to shout at Drake. “Just hit it you, stupid ba” Another wave of bullets forced him back.

“Mac.” Cheese appeared beside him looking drained and breathing heavily. “Where’s my knife?”

Mac simply pointed in the vague direction of where he had left it which earned him a very annoyed look. Without a word more Cheese emptied out of her pockets a candle, a bar of soap, a half used cigarette, a salt shaker and a small plastic container.

“The heck are you planning?”

“A Dispelling spell. It’ll take down any barriers and protection spells nearby, if I do it right anyway.” Cheese explained and held the cigarette up to his face. “I need the ashes from this. Smoke it.”

Mac just stared down at the cigarette. “Cheese I’m trying to quit; I don’t even have my lighter on m-”

Before he could finish another person then appeared beside them and while to Mac they just looked like some strange teenager, Cheese immediately recognised the magic brewing inside them.

“Light these.” She ordered with the candle and cigarette held out.
If I dont get a post up today it'll be on the morrow
I apologise to any french speakers for botching up the language but I literally just threw it into google translate
Cheese

The illusion dissipated upon impact from Philippas attack, it was useless distraction but one that had given Cheese the chance to get herself closer to the others.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Cheese appeared beside Tocsax.

Cheese dashed over towards the barrier of light containing Drake. He was a heavy hitter filled to the brim with magic, and a sure fire way to save the Princess. Normally to undo a protection spell one would need to gather various materials such as salt, ashes and a candle but generally such spells were the same as anything else: hit it hard enough and it’ll break.

Just as she got to the barrier Cheese saw a child duck into one of the buildings of the square, the door slamming shut once they were through, and in the windows scared faces peered at the battle. Cheese swore loudly and instead headed over to the building. She had to protect the civilians. The door was again torn open as she approached filled with faces and hands of the people beckoning her in.

Once she was in Cheese was plunged into semi-darkness and the people babbled in French at her checking her over for injuries, asking questions or simply just shouting at each other to shut up.

“No, no, no, no stop, get off, just, stop it, listen to me.” She brushed off their hands trying to get them to listen. Eventually she unfurled her wings and the hallway was dimly lit by ethereal glow of them. There was a stunned hush.

“Elle est un demon!” A shivering voice from the back. “non, elle est une fée.” Another voice replied.

“Listen, I can get you out.” The sounds of the battle drifted in through the walls, the people closest to the window repressed a gasp. “But I can only take two people at a time and you have to be quiet!” Cheese hissed, and hoped very much one of them understood her.

Thankfully it seemed that one of the people did speak English and in hushed tones hurriedly relayed the message. “You do how?” The old lady asked.

To answer her Cheese simply grabbed the two closest people and then concentrated. The three of them shimmered and then disappeared completely which made one man, grasping a metal crucifix around his neck, shriek in terror before he was quickly muffled by several hands.

“Open the door and don’t run.” Cheese ordered and they complied.

Mac

Mac meanwhile had managed to find the edge of the village, a small corner shop, several cafes, a bike shop and the local pub which had a very nice selection of ales and wines. He had not however been able to find the others which, given how small the village seemed to be, was really starting to get on his nerves. Following the sounds of what he presumed to be the battle though taking place somewhere seemed to be taking him towards the central square of the village, at least he presumed it was the central square but as he had never really studied either French or whatever the Swiss language was he had no idea.

Further up the street he saw a small group of people running towards him, maybe three or four, looking very distressed. They were shouting at him as they go closer and making gestures for him to go the other way.

“Guess I’m going the right way then.” He ignored them as they passed and continued on.

“Mac!?” Cheese appeared out of thin air with two other people. They simply ran off after thanking her. “Where the hell have you been? This Philippa cow showed up with another Princess of Heart and is attacking everyone. Look just c’mon I’ll get you there and I’ll explain.”

“Sorry I got lost after fighting some Heartless.” Taking her hand Mac felt something like water rushing over his body and was unsurprised to find himself invisible. “This place is like a maze and I couldn’t find anyone. Why aren’t you fighting?”

“She’s got a protection spell up, I can’t get near her without getting burned.” Cheese snarled and tugged for him to move faster. “She has another protection spell around Drake, he’s one of our heavy hitters so you need to get him out of there while I try and get all the civilians to safety.”

As they rounded the corner into the square Mac felt his blood run cold at the sight of the fight. Encountering such a sight in the Fae realm was one thing but here in what Mac felt to be the Real World…it was another thing entirely. He would have to ask for more training sessions.

“Mac take this.” Cheese took hold of his wrist as she pressed the leather handle of her knife into his hand. “Use it and your Key-blade to brake the protection around Drake before it kills him. I’ll help as soon as I’ve gotten the last few people out.”

And with that she let go. With a numbing dread filling him Mac felt himself become visible again. With Key-Blade in one hand and Cheeses knife in the other he sprinted over to Drake, making sure to keep him between Mac and the Philippa woman in the sky above.

“Okay then mate, let’s try and get you out shall we?” Mac was forced to squint against the barriers blinding light though it was impossible to tell. “Then you can play with that flying cow up there can’t you.”

Mac hacked away at the barriers skin only for Cheeses knife to bounce off helplessly with a joyful ‘ping’. Again and again he tried with the same result. Growling with frustration Mac set the point of the blade against the shield and then smacked it with the base of his blade. The tip sunk into it. He hit it again and it sunk deeper creating patterns of cracks around the knife. Now he was getting somewhere.
Shanon will carry everyone and TRIDENT will make huge savings on their transportation costs.
Who the heck needs a car when you can just ask her to take you there, just give her some bacon sandwiches and something to play with whilst she waits outside for ya.
Shanon

Shanon took Wolfe’s explanation to be a satisfactory one and after he introduced each of the others in turn Shanon would then repeat their names with “friend” afterwards and committed it to memory. The snake of her tongue had withdrawn back into her mouth as some way of showing she now longer found them to be of any danger. She could still smell blood though and it seemed that the humans had taken some serious injuries to their arms.

“Friends hurt? I carry friends to safe.” Drawing herself up to her full height on two legs Shanon then flexed her muscles with a grin. “I stronger than Human car.”

When the small ball of light then appeared just beyond her nose Shanon took a moment or two to process what she was seeing with a few blinks. It looked to her like a floating bulb thing the Agents had at their place.

“I fine, need thread to sew.” Shanon was forced to spin in order to follow Daynas movements. “I not beast; Monster. I no bleed like Humans or other Monsters.”

Sitting down Shanon appeared to ponder something for a moment that made her tail flick softly side to side and her eyes rove around.

“I looking for other friend Darcy.” She stated. “She not in bad place, not here I think. Have friends seen Darcy?”
Mac

“Mate.” Mac said simply. “The heck?”

Very wise words from a very confused man. On the plus side though Drake had been kind enough to take care of all the nearby heartless. With that thought Mac carefully eyed a nearby shadow for any Shadows that may be hiding within it. The harder Mac thought about it the less certain he became that Drake had actually taken care of all the Heartless.

He was certain that a few had gotten away, but they didn’t seem to be coming after him…

“How did my life end up like this?”

Mac continued to grumble and gripe about his terrible life choices, of which there were many, whilst jogging through the towns empty streets and cobble roads. Mac quickly became unnerved at how quite it was and the absence of any Heartless only worked to unsettle him even more. A discarded toy on the street. A car with its doors left open. Chairs and tables of a little café overturned in panic.

Mac had the sneaking suspicion that there was something was happening close by, something very important that maybe he shouldn’t be missing out on.

Cheese

Upon a roof top Cheese knelt whilst surveying the scene playing out before her. She could tell that Drake and the others were very powerful, their magic almost crashing over the area in waves she could almost see if she concentrated hard enough. She grudgingly admitted they would all have made valuable additions to The Goblin Kings guard.

Cheese was itching to fight, itching to get in there and rip apart the Philippa woman limb from limb. A tighten grip on her blade and a deep breath later Cheese reconsidered her options. She had been ordered to make illusions and help out the civilians, and also find the princesses of Heart. Nora was a Princess of Heart and required saving.

With Seth providing a distraction Cheese saw her chance. Wings flapping furiously Cheese dashed across the sky at Philippa with teeth bared and knife held high with a piercing shriek. A small shadow jumped down the brick walls towards the others.
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