Lonewolf685

The War of the Three: Exodus

Suparna Wolgen

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The Crystal Song valley was a wondrous place to behold. An ecosystem existing on the cusp of pure annihilation, yet life somehow persisted on this fringe of the Nexus. Sights, sounds, and an uncanny smell assaulting the many bodies of Suparna, alien in visage yet familiar in nature. Almost immediately she knew it would be as relaxing to lounge beneath these crystal fronds as it would a Celestian park, were it not for the reasoning she was here.

The hive snapped to attention, a circle of Draconic bodies taking in the very readily apparent conflict dominating this zone. In terms of scale this was but a skirmish, but Suparna wasn't going to hold anything back here. There was no one higher up the food chain for Heaven here but herself, and Iona had already made it clear she'd be facing tough competition from Hell's champions.

Which was perhaps why she was a touch surprised to find Machina engaging a group of lesser angels nearby, but it quickly passed and with a thought the thirteen corpses dashed into the fray. They passed the angels with nary a word exchanged, and were halfway between them and the mechs when the Machina turned their fire on the more pressing targets. Lasers scored across the front bodies, and to Suparna's savage delight the dragon scales made quick work of such heat based weaponry. Solid munitions came upon them like rain and the corpses scattered, weaving around plumes of shattered crystal as the speed and number of targets worked against the mechs to disastrous results.

When at last the missiles came to try and succeed where others failed, Suparna was ready. She fell into a crouch and braced her shield overhead, creating a platform that her Hive quickly exploited, a trio launching themselves into the air against the guided munitions while another observed from the ground and the rest advanced without pause. The ground based spotter relayed the flight path to the airborne corpses, and with perfect synchronicity they snatched the shafts of the missiles and twisted mid-flight, redirecting the missiles back home.

The thunder of explosive payloads washed across Suparna and her ponytail flew wildly in backwash. The smoke had only just formed when eight corpses closed the distance and dived in, followed by the sounds metal rending under claw and fist, torn asunder and rendered inoperable with prejudice.

"That was a good warm up." The Queen of Carrion declared as she rose, beaming a cocky smirk towards the group of harried angels no longer threatened by mechs. Her unblemished corpses joined her, leaving behind the pile of scrap metal in order to better address these strangers. "On behalf of the Angel of Judgement I am here to help. Don't suppose any of you can point me towards a Rose loving demon I heard was in the area? Or just the heaviest fighting would do."

Hikari Academy

Like an average transparent plastic container, the sort you'd keep leftover food in the fridge with. It's wider then it's deep, and as a Bat, Circe could stretch out and touch all the walls of the container easily. So not a lot of room for getting any bigger unless she wants to try and test the Imp's magic.

Hikari Academy

That teacher / student ratio is phenomenal. I'm amazed Hikari can afford to pay that many teachers to handle only a single student each.

Hikari Academy

Well your team mates did leave you to go in alone. Maybe they'll wave as the imps drive away and cook Circe for dinner.

Hikari Academy

@Awesomoman64

No. They just raided the employee lounge's fridge and nabbed a tupperware container. All she can smell is the leftover tuna fish.

Given her size she probably has a few minutes of air if she doesn't panic. I mean, it's not like you'll let the Imps escape with Circe, right~? The awful things they could to such an innocent- *Falls over laughing, unable to continue that line of thought with any composure.*

Hikari Academy

Oh I get Roland. He and Circe have every reason to know an Imp's capabilities from all their studying. That's fine. It's just the error of Ceiran that amuses me. Unless that was an intentional attempt to misdirect people from thinking he has any knowledge or intuition into demonology.

And since Circe and Roland are well acquainted with such monsters from their studies, I'll drop a little bio they should know.

Imps: Lesser demons. Possess the strength of your average human. Capable of limited flight. Possess powers of illusion and deception, complimenting their trickster nature. The pranks they pull are usually more dangerous then they are by themselves, and are prone to fleeing once the situation turns against them.

Hikari Academy

@Sync

Alright, thanks for playing and informing us, and best of luck.

Hikari Academy

Just speaking to the air here, but why does Roland- Who can't tell Ceiran is possessed with a Demon- assumes the warehouse is filled with monsters.

While Ceiran- Who is actively using Twitch to try and detect inside the warehouse and should have picked up on the demonic aura- thinks its humans?

Life is weird when the Paladin has more affinity for demons then the Warlock.

Hikari Academy

Sorry Circe, but considering you were the only person who went into the warehouse, it was either I have nothing happen for another round of posts, or they spring the ambush on you. On the plus side this is a pretty easy trap to get out of....from the outside. Or maybe the Imp is lying and you can escape through shifting. Or maybe you'll suffering an agonizing death inside a too small box. Tough to say.

Hikari Academy

Industrial Center

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Circe was right on all accounts.

They were young in body and behavior. It was certainly a joke, for it amused the ones who placed it. The can was an awful security measure because they required little more then that. And above all that she so flippantly deduced, was that they knew they were coming.

The better question to ask, however, would have been: Who plans an ambush in complete darkness? The obvious answer is one that can see without issue in it. For all of the shifter's finally attuned senses they failed to pierce the veil of magic which concealed a figure standing upon the shelves, her body making not a sound as she leaned forward and scooped the transformed youth into a plastic container and slapped a lid atop it quick as a flash.

"Oh ho, thought you were a sneaky one, didn't ya?" The glamour parted with the snarky declaration, revealing rows of pointed teeth belonging to what would obviously be an Imp to Circe, with her many hours of study under her belt. The imp's pointed nails had carved hasty symbols into the typically flimsy plastic that pulsed with a demonic power. "Come on, try to change back. I'd love to see a whole person fit into this."

In response to the Imp's attack, three peels of laughter rose from the dark, and were quickly joined by the revving of three motors. Three pairs of blinding high beams would blink to life along the middle lane of isles and rumble closer with the grumble of thickset tires burning across the warehouse floor. The Imp carrying a trapped Circe dropped down and landed atop the passing light as it thundered towards the doorway.

And thus Roland, Ceiran, and the Teachers would be confronted by a trio a forklifts launching themselves out the bay door and barreling towards them with the loading forks raised to chest level, leaving their demonic drivers bare to see behind the wheel of their mechanical steeds. Atop the middle forklift's roof was hooded Imp who clutched Circe's container close to her chest, guarding her with all the zeal of tuna fish lunch. "Let's get ready to joust!"