Shadow DaedalusEvent 1: -Facts Don't Care About Your Feelings-
Central Arcana City
4PM
Annual Festival for Tolerance and Diversity
We're flying over Sunset Bridge where someone...or something is terrorizing the city!
Daemon Cristo witnessed the carnage from his monitor, safely located south of the incident. He took a celebratory swig of expensive brandy, but not before holding the glass to the scenes of absolute chaos in Arcana City. This was what he wanted afterall, the beginning of an end. And it started with the blood of innocents. Not by hands of rioters or violent hate groups. The final solution required a force that did not belong to this world. A creature that that did not recognize skin color, gender, or age. A creation born with hatee for all God's creatures.
NO LIVES MATTER.
"Earth hath no fury like an angel scorned." Cristo smiled triumphantly as he watched The Chariot run down every man, woman, and child in its path. He was about to pour another glass until the light show caught his attention.
Meanwhile...
They arrived like celestial missiles, impacting within the already damaged areas of the city. The first to emerge was a raven-haired figure, its naked form was obscured by holy light until clothes began to materialize. It spoke with a supernaturally enhanced voice, with hands to the side and palms open toward heaven.
"Thou hast claimed the lives of innocents, and thy existence upon this realm is an abomination the Most High. Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father. Prepare to die."
The Chariot's eyes glowed a hellish crimson, as if catching sight of a new prey.
"Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
"To be dank is to be human," said the Chariot. Her heels clicked as she stepped forward. The Level 1 Boss aimed her primary weapon at the enemy, ignoring the others that have yet to make themselves known. "Anything human must die." The blast came with the cries of the damned, as if Hell itself empowered the device that the Chariot fired. The beam had the same eerie glow as her eyes, and it headed straight for her new enemy.
The beam never struck its target. Rather, it was swallowed by a white void just before impact.
"I just could not have it re-directed elsewhere," said the raven-head. "And canceling it out with another attack would prove disastrous. So, I just opened a rift to another dimension. I used my Bankai to steal your Shikai. Anyway, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
"Stop saying that," The Chariot snapped as her bosom bounced (what?), "or I will rape you."
"Uh, hello my name is--GUYS, SERIOUSLY, WAKE UP!"
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Yoshiko glanced at his siblings. Judging by how the light still obscured their human forms, they have to wake into this dimension. It was during that time that an angel was most vulnerable. He quickly examined his surroundings, finding nothing but destruction and fire in the wake of this demon's arrival. Vehicles were overturned if not completely destroyed. Bodies were scattered among the debris, hardly recognizable if not for blood that pooled under them. All this within the first hour.
"You're no ordinary demon." Yoshiko cautiously approached the Chariot, noticing immediately her hybrid design. While clearly a creature from hell, her form had some human influence. It was mostly prominent in her primary weapon, which served to harness her power into a controlled projectile.
"And you're no ordinary human!"
The angel breathed a sigh in relief. Their true identities remained unknown.
"Then let's make this more fun, shall we?" The Chariot opened a palm towards the ground and called forth assistance from the gates of Hell.
"Please wake up, please wake up! Please wake up! I gotta find her before they do!."
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Golden Dawn Residences, Arcana City
Anita wasn't herself today.
Something came over her like a sickness. A fever perhaps? Her head burned and she ached all over. School was terrible today. She failed the history exam and forgot her books for chemistry. Her thoughts lingered upon the memory of a certain classmate. She pictured the beautiful blonde. Her hair was perfect. She looked cute with glasses.
That really pissed her off.
Anita remembered how much she hated the bitch. She wanted to bash her skull in so badly after she declined an invitation to a women's rights event. Who the hell does she think she is? What a fucking rape apologist.
She wasn't sure how she arrived at the apartment complex, but she knew it's where the bitch lived. Next thing Anita knew, she was choking the life out of her. With one hand. The other was busy ripping her clothes off.
"You're dead!" Anita screamed, her sickness creating an eerie male bass in her voice. Almost as if two souls were alive in her. "You're so dead! Women like you are the reason why the Patriarchy continues to thrive!"
DIRECTIONS
Angels- Awake into your human forms, defeat The Chariot, and save Arcana City.
Mage- Anita is possessed and beyond saving. Until one angel joins up with you, your powers remain dormant. Survive!
Demons- You are being summoned at Daemon Cristo's office for a quick meeting
