Post by Mayu Shiikawa on Jul 23, 2009 16:38:48 GMT -5
And, just as suddenly as the wave of ZOMBIES had begun destroying the town, it could be seen that there were no more. It seemed as though the inferi had been destroyed by the people who had run into the chaos with CHAINSAWS, SHOTGUNS and FLAMETHROWERS. The tunnel was devoid of undead, barring the few still remaining charred corpses here and there, still lumbering about, before dropping to the ground, consumed by fire.
The once chaotic tunnel was now barren, except for the students, ministry men, the headmaster, a few doggies and Orifiel. Well, there were a few others there, but they weren't really doing anything, so they didn't matter. Except Unseen. He had been waving, which was important somehow. The town must have been saved by the strange group standing there!
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 23, 2009 16:42:04 GMT -5
Phugsius yelled down from the roof at Lucius, shaking his fist, "SHUT UP, YOU BLOODY ASS HOLE! YOU PUT A FLAMING SWORD UP TO MY NECK IN A DUEL JUST SO YOU WOULDN'T LOSE TO A FIRST YEAR STUDENT! THEN YOU WENT AND BLEW YOURSELF UP AGAIN SO YOU WOULDN'T LOSE AGAIN! DON'T GIVE THEM ANY HOG WASH PRETENDING TO BE SOME CRUSADER OF JUSTICE! YOU CAN'T EVEN LOSE A DUEL WITH HONOR!"
Phugsius wanted rant more but he had much better things to do than worry about that idiot.
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 23, 2009 16:47:29 GMT -5
Julian Forbes didn't have to tell him twice. In the span of time it took the Chief Auror to respond to Talon's arrival, everybody and their great grandmother started showing up. This was out of hand. Adding to that was the fact that these children were running around as if risking their life attacking zombies was something to be proud of, and not something that Talon was doing just to uphold wizarding secrecy laws.
"That is it!" Talon shouted at the two boys flying around blowing things up, "200 points from Gryffindor and Slytherin! Now get out of here, or I'll make it 300!" The Headmaster seemed more furious than he'd been in a very long time. The head of the Ministry Remnant was right - he was tired of losing outrageously brave children because of the dark creatures around here. Willow was testament to that.
His attention returned fully to Julian Forbes, "You have my wand, Commander Forbes. The wolf-" Talon referenced the original one - Roan - "is a former student of mine and an elementalist. Her speciality is in fire, the Inferi's weakness. However, since you mentioned not using any fire, she is also stricken with Lycanthropy, which may come in handy all the same. I may not trust another of her kind, but I trust Roan with my life," The Headmaster said seriously.
The blue dragon came to Talon's side, and the Headmaster nodded towards her, "this is Oceana. She is a dragon that is pretty much the closest any magical creature has come to being an elementalist itself. She and Roan are the only two I had originally planned in my party, and they will stay with me. You, however, are in the lead, Forbes."
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 23, 2009 16:50:29 GMT -5
Phugsius climbed down from the roof and walked toward the tunnel exit muttering a quick sorry to the headmaster as experience points were distributed and House points taken away.
Post by Lucius Dante Infernus on Jul 23, 2009 16:59:10 GMT -5
"Correction snake, my sword wasn't on fire the second time I used it... And I didn't intentionally blow myself up... I actually over-estimated how much power was needed to escape your trap."[/i]
Phugsius was really starting to annoy Lucius, since the serpent just loved to tread on the lion's personal pride... Something he didn't take lying down.
"I swore years ago that I would protect people, damned from being a demonhost or not! So don't give me any bull about "pretending" like I'm a crusader for justice or anything the like. I protect people because I want to help them. Because I want to save them from dark wizards and their foolish toys. Because I want to feel that I can make a difference with all this destructive power by using it for good!"[/i]
Flexing the fiery wings towards his back, as to not damage a single building, the Demon-Lucius being smiled his blank-eyed, demonic smile again... He had proved he was more than an equal to the snake... Had he let himself loose, he would have been far too powerful... As it stood, the teen was only using less than 1% of his power... Any more than ten percent, and he wouldn't be able ot control the demon... Not without more skill and experience... Not yet...
"I was already here when everything went south... Why should that stop me from actually helping?"
Lifting off, Lucius flew back towards the entrance to the Tunnel... He HAD been around when it had kicked off, just buried under a building. That entitled him to some measure of payback and for doing the right thing and helping out, surely?
"Excuse me, I'll help." Orifiel said, stepping to the side of the street, where there conveniently happened to be a fire hydrant which conveniently had a fire hose hooked up to it. How convenient. Picking up the hose, he aimed it at J.R.R. Tolkien's: The Lord of the Rings, who was currently spamming around in BALROG form and let loose a jet of water, aimed for the crazy kid's face.
"Well, looks like those mean zombies are gone." Orifiel said, putting down the hose and walking back to the group, straightening his tie as he went. "So, who else has decided they randomly dislike me? It's as though I have some magical text floating above my head, telling everyone things about me I'd rather keep secret, yet which no one should normally be able to see. Like... a 'profile' or something. It's crazy, I tell you."
Some odd wolf girl and said something without saying it into the Puck's mind, and he just chose to act like he did not hear it, since there was really nothing to be heard anyways. Rather, the sprite just watched as Talon Windwaltz's increasingly egotistical, uncontrollable, moronic, and so-lacking-in-self-esteem-they-needed-to-pretend-to-have-god-powers students cause all sorts of more trouble, conveniently eliminating many Inferi along the way but also destroying much of what had previously been left intact following the attacks of the Shadows and Angelus Morti and everything in between.
When the cheeky students continued to interrupt the much-more interesting discussion between the notables, the Puck decided he had enough and started getting water balloons ready to throw at the bratty fire-form one. Before he could open fire, though, the Nephilim unleashed a hose upon the presumptuous child, which suddenly placed him on the list of people Puck liked. Quite literally, actually. Puck pulled a notepad from his pants and scribbled in 'Big Hat Nephilim Dude' in between 'Joker the Barman' and 'Witch Who Makes Excellent Crumpets'.
The water already having been put to use, Puck decided that throwing the water balloons was unnecessary. However, necessity was never a factor in the Puck's convoluted decision-making process, so he flung the balloons at the fire kid anyways and then went back to relaxing amidst the rubble and watching the notables. Would Lord Azrael be arrested? If so, where would they keep him? Who would Talon side with? Did this mean the Ministry Remnant was getting rid of the 'Remnant' part now? Would the unlikely and yet-unknown allies Father Bismarck and Count Scorpius show up to meddle right now, since meddling was sort of their thing? Why could Puck only think in questions, and now in the third person? Did he know he was just rambling and abusing question marks? Why would anyone bother paying attention at this point? Are they that bored? And what the hell is a platypus? Bird? Fish? Mammal? Lizard?
Puck slapped himself out of his meandering thoughts and started paying attention again. DERP!
"It's terrible," Orca agreed, quite suddenly standing next to the Nephilim and nodding seriously. Orca of course did not instinctively know this man was a so-called Nephilim, for he had never met one before and also how the hell do you tell someone is a Nephilim anyway. "The worst is when someone I have never met before in my life looks at me and shouts 'lycan!' even though I'm doing nothing wolfish at all."
He sighed, shrugging his shoulders and lifting his hands in a well-what-can-you-do gesture. "Oh, but. Right. I had a reason for coming here. I think."
Orca picked up the barstool that had been resting behind him; it was wooden and sturdily-made and just happened to be his weapon of choice. He hefted it for a moment, staring up at the now soggy demon-boy in the sky, and then chucked the thing. The barstool flew straight and true, right at the BALROG's noobish form.
Whether it hit or not, Orca did not care. He was now tentatively eying a certain Headmaster standing mere yards away. "If Roan is here, I get to be here, too," he said to himself. "I'm just, ahhh, looking out for the pack. That's right!"
Also there was a shitton of other people there but they were doing things and looked pretty busy. Orca took the time in which someone else might post about important things to look admiringly over at the tall, well-dressed man with the huge hose. "Wow," said he, grinning cheshire-like, "I like your hat."
"It is yours then." Orifiel replied, taking his hat off and plopping it on the girl boy's head.
"Well then, it seems the zombies have been torched, along with half the city. I assume my apprentice is about finished with her own self-studies. As such I believe I shall take my leave of you all. Ta-ta." With that, Orifiel turned and began walking off into the sunset (regardless of what time it actually was, or the fact that the Triangle Tunnel was underground).
Orca grinned and pulled at the hat. What a great guy. But, oh no! The guy had given him such a wonderful gift and Orca had forgotten to ask his name. "Oh, dear," he said to himself and hurried after the Nephilim, pausing only to wave back at some dude/thing that was waving at him. Man, what a wonderful day.
Post by Julian Forbes on Jul 31, 2009 17:38:34 GMT -5
Forbes suspiciously eyed the wolf that Talon had indicated, but put his personal feelings aside when the Headmaster mentioned how deep his trust for this creature ran. The dragon though disturbed the Auror, who noted that the way that its scales glinted in the dying light was more metallic than anything he'd every seen on a dragon before, but again if it was in Windwaltz employ he'd be satisfied for the moment.
As the students dispersed, the stranger who had stalled him initially stated matter of factly that all the inferi had been destroyed and that his apprentice had completed their training here. Rising an eyebrow to those remarks, the dark-haired Maltan was immediately suspicious as there was no feasible way that one person could destroy an entire city full of inferi in mere seconds. Before he could question him, the man left the group and headed toward the Tunnel exit. If his part in the play had ended, then so be it: Forbes' had yet to be fully introduced.
Turning back to Talon, his little "A-Team", and James Mustang, the Maltan replied, "Then keep your senses about you and follow me. I don't trust the words of that man, so there still may be foes in this city: especially Azrael or any remaining members of the Angelus Morti so be on your guard."
Turning on his heel the wizard in Elizabethean garb continued toward the Ministry Building once more and as the steps grow close from his approach he couldn't help but be reminded of a line from a similar play about the downfall of a king.
'Cry woe... destruction... ruin and decay. The worst is death, and death shall have his day.'
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