RP:Descend

Part of the Unforeseen Consequences Arc

Blood Fountain

This historic fountain has been magically restored, though with differences. The outer wall stands three feet high in a perfect circle, and a central pedestal rises a foot above that. On this have been raised two figures carved of pure white stone, a noble Lord and Lady of proud bearing, both obviously vampires. They are dressed in elegant robes, the embroidery depicted by fine, spidery engravings on the stone itself. Around the outside of the pool are carved, in slightly less detail than the statues above, depictions of all the races that may be sired, each in a vampiric form. The pool is already filled with bland but nutritious blood, the pipes creating a hypnotic spiraling motion as it flows in a clockwise direction. To the south a dimming path leads to high and ornate iron gates, beyond which may be glimpsed the tops of tombstones glinting below the bright moon as well as several larger buildings, and to the north seems to lie another hub of activity for the citizens and visitors of Vailkrin, to judge by the stream of nobles,commoners, traders and ruffians alike that are constantly treading to and fro.

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Kasyr is currently seated on a pile of debris, with a cigarette at his lips and a plume of smoke lazily coiled about his form. Somewhere, off to his side, there's the body of a dead cultist- with a broken broom protuding from his neck. The kensai, trenchcoat and all, is currently staring up at the sky- a slight frown on his features. For the last few hours, -nothing- has been spat forth from the rift. If anything, the burning trench in the sky has closed even further; reduced to a sanguine sliver complimented by a peculiar silver-ish lining. And yet, the Revenant isn't relieved. Far from it, in fact. Instinct has brought him to this location, after all, just as it has all these days in past. That seem feeling which seemed to see him ever embroiled in chaos and calamity.

Dami had bent the truth when telling Ink's she had 'stuff' to take care of, earlier last night when she dropped her off at her shop. Truth was she was headed right back for Vailkrin, leaving like she did left bad taste in her mouth. Dami may have despised Kasyr, but no one deserved to be ditched like that.. especially Kirien. At least with the wyvern safely out of the city, and the seamstress with it, she could go in with a clear conscious and finish up the fight. So there she was, walking down the torn streets of Vailkrin one last time, halberd slung over the shoulder and a cigarette to match his. "Doesn't feel right.. does it? Something is off." Whether or not he heard her coming, Dami announced her presence anyways.

Iintahquohae got a ride out of Cenril from a merchant caravan. She visited a healer during her stay in the city after Dami left the shop. Now instead of that brace made of broken wood planks tied together with rope, she had a sturdier, properly-made brace on her leg with a crutch to match. It would still be weeks before the bone mended, but at least her leg was set in something more suitable. The seamstress hopped off of the caravan as it hurried past the portal, and she traveled into Vailkrin until she reached what remained of the Blood Fountain. At the sight of Kasyr and Dami, her head craned upward as theirs did. It did seem unusually quiet. "What do you think is happening on the other side of it?"

Kirien has spent most of the day with a broom in hand, attempting to keep some kind of order in the streets by acting as a lieutenant of a sort (the men learned to listen quick enough after some choice name-dropping), while simultaneously alternating between trying to sweep up the congealed mess of blood and fleshy bits, and violently tearing apart any aberration still prowling the city. Nuial'Ashier is slung haphazardly over his shoulder as Kirien sweeps his way back into the square from a narrow sidestreet near the graveyard. The hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end and he generally appears distinctly 'off', troubled by some invisible, foreboding unknown but unsure as to what it was. Of course, he has an idea at least. Unfortunately he can't see the tear in the sky and so he focuses on what he -can- see - Dami, Inks, and the revenant, whom he approaches, if only to thrust the gooey broom in Kasyr's face and huff, "Finished clearing up your mess." Well...some of it.

Kirien has to wonder what the heck is going on with the rift, since everyone else's attentions seem to be affixed intently upon it. He squints but it does little to help.

Ranok was currently high as a kite, swathed in bandages, and feverishly fixing the hell out of Johnny, much to the displeasure of Johnny's pilot, Johnny. The loss of his specialized machina was very bad. His machine was the best of the best. Every little idea that was viable was put in, and now, he had to work with subpar equipment. It was important. Draeta was pounding inside his head, telling him that things were spreading. It was all starting to cascade, everything coming to a head. It was annoying, but when your emotionless manifestation of intelligence that prided itself on its decorum and conduct no matter the circumstance was saying 'oh crap, oh crap, oh crap' in your head, you worried. A lot. Not all of it was reality, the drugs, herbs, stimulants, and painkillers all mixing in a very strange way that made the world soft on its edges, things shift weirdly, and he was pretty sure he was seeing things that didn't exist. His soldiers worried. Crazed mutterings from the smith was a regular tide. Seeing the rational man so...unstable wasn't good. Several tries to confine him to bed ended up with people electrocuted, shocked off their asses. Pretty soon, they were helping, if no other reason to keep an eye on him. The primary need: fix the damaged runes (as soon as they stopped prancing like unicorns) and attach these two iron beams covered in copper to the ballista arm of the machine.

Kasyr's feline-esque ears had cropped up when his Fledgeling had begun her approach, but it wasn't until she spoke that the Kensai bothered to turn around. Taking a moment to give Dami a once-over, he reaches into his coat and pulls out a parcel. Lazily tossing it over to the vampire, the Kensai simply shrugs, "Something -is- off, yes. Moreso today, than ever. Anyways, figured I'd give you something. For when you stopped being a bitch. I suppose coming back partly counts." With that stated, Kasyr then turns to address the seamstress, "Stitch. I don't know. But I think we'll probably be finding out soon..." After all, she seemed to find herself at the center of trouble as adeptly as him. Up above them, the rift seemed to fade entirely, briefly unveiling an intact night sky. Briefly, since mere moments afterwards, that blasphemous spatial tear began to part again, swelling outwards to paint the ground beneath it in it's crimson light. What was most ominous about this particular development, was that nothing was falling through.

Kasyr gave 1 black-dragonscale duster to Dami.

Kasyr said to Kirien, "Pft. I have a broom. It's in that guy over there. You can keep that. Consider it a gift."

Dami rolled her eyes, and started up. "What could you possibly have for me. Unless it's two beers and a wench, I'm not-" Oh. A coat.. more specifically, a duster. Strong, heavy and sturdy; a piece of clothing rough enough to keep up with the woman, and her explosively-destructive anctics. "Not... going to turn this down." Real smooth, Dami- real smooth. Before she could even really craft an excuse, she glanced over at the seamstress and laughed. Woman couldn't get enough action, could she? "Any idea what happens now, because I don't think we have a choice." Her grip on Hallowed was tightened, and the duster slipped on. If they were to go all out, might as well do it in style~

Iintahquohae didn't like being able to see inside the rift without things falling through it. She shuddered and glanced away, just in time to pick up on Dami's laughter. Her hand lifted to wave a little, then said, "Nice coat." She began to hobble closer to her, Kasyr, and Kirien, but stopped short when she nearly tripped over a fallen soldier's corpse. A bloodied flail was loosely clasped in his hand, and she awkwardly stooped to tug the handle out of his hands. He wouldn't need it anymore. "I'm assuming we wait for it to start raining again."

Kirien :: What is it doing." Since he has no way of finding out for himself, bar stealing someone else's vision, Kirien simply decides to ask instead - it's the easier option. He lifts his jaw skywards to indicate toward what exactly he's referring to. Lips purse and he scrubs the ruined brush against the ground. "She gets a coat et I get a broom covered in gore. Somehow, I don't feel this es fair." Shaking his head, he glances up again as if trying to answer his own question.

Kasyrs' eyes are fixated on the sky, which no doubt explains why he suddenly drops his cigarette. Now this isn't an act of clumsiness- but rather, because he simply goes slack jawed for a moment at the monstrous shape which is starting to form in the sky. No doubt Dami & Kasyr are familiar with the particular shape that is in the current process of forcing it's way through the rift, the spherical mass of bone coloured 'matter' all but unmistakable. Especially when such a thing is some 170 ish feet in diameter, presenting a creature so large, the very 'threads of time' which have served to keep the rift close are momentarily forced to stretch out, so as to accomodate the thing. Kirien, Inky, And Dami's question seems to be answered in unison by this event, though the Revenant can't help but answer with a simple, "It descends." Which is about the point the Kensai scoops his cigarette off the ground and starts -running-. At this point, the massive 'shell' of scaly white material had all but forced it's way through, dousing the town square in a seemingly all-encompassing shadow, "MOVE."

Dami didn't drop her cigarette, in fact she had long finished it.. and now- she was lighting another. With it pinched between her lips, she'd pull at her gloves and start tightening each one, the halberd held in between her legs for the time being. Unlike the Kensai, she'd simply stare up and let out a nice, long sigh.. a billow of smoke coming with; one could best describe it as, 'just another day on the job' expression. "Forgive me.. I promise this'll be the last." This was for Inky's ears only, the elf not even bothering to ask for permission to scoop the woman back up. Independant or not, there was no way she could outrun this- let alone hobble at that. Leaving the halberd on the ground, she'd break into a slow jog, and eventually kick off the ground with a thick crack. Jumping with ease, Dami landed on a near by roof top and proceeded along side Kasyr. "About time- took a whole week for this."

Iintahquohae is pretty sure all of the blood left her face the second the area around her began to be shrouded in shadow. Her head slowly jerked back upward to the sky, and it didn't take Kasyr's words to get her to begin to hobble away. Just as she's about to move, however, the seamstress hears Dami's words and doesn't struggle when she's lifted off of the ground. She slips the crutch onto her wrist where there's a gap of empty space from the two joining pieces of wood that were used to make it meet so it's out of Dami's way while she jumps, and the flail is held loosely in that hand as well. This was one of the very rare moments where Inky didn't seem to have a problem with being carried. She manages a small smile for Dami, followed by a stuttering, "Th-thanks," before she's got her eyes glued on the gigantic thing falling from the sky.

Shishi blinks once again Blue eyes up towards the sky after the city becomes covered in a deeper darkness than even Vailkrin is used to. Azure eyes squint up at the mass of bone, recovered left hand, no longer attached to a black wand rises to his brow as if to shade his eyes from the sun shaped sphere pushing through the rift. The Blue Demon had been on his way to the fountain area, ready to rejoin the defenders after recovering the use of his left arm only to find them running in the opposite direction he was headed. "What is that!?" The vampire asks of the revenant that passes him by. "What is that!?" He repeats while spinning around and starting into a sprint after the others. "We're running." The assassin points out the obvious as if to show his concern over the existence of something big enough to make this group run.

Kirien really has no freaking clue as to what's going on above ground. All he can comprehend is that threads are unravelling steadily overhead and the sense of a growing, oppressive, wholly otherworldly force is beginning to grate uncomfortably at the edges of his psyche. "What--" Descends? Wide-eyed, Kirien looks to Kasyr with a question in his eyes, seeking answers, a prompt, an order; something, -anything-, to help clue him in on the unfolding events. He looks back up. Somehow, it feels as if a great shadow has been cast over him... And then he hears what he was waiting for and it's all he needs to pivot, breaking into a run as the full weight of what breaks through the rift hits him like a rampaging dragon. The monstrosity is birthed from the hellish womb of the Beyond and with it comes a veritable gale of feeling and emotion that Kirien can't even pin a true name to - it is simply sensation, so wrong and unearthly that his shoddily-protected mind cannot handle the sudden presence of it in his perceivable world. He falters, stumbles, and goes down just past the ring of shadow painted by the massive 'shell', as it proceeds to mercilessly flatten the ruined remains of the fountain. Stone ruptures in the ensuing shockwave and the earth shakes, and Kirien is tossed skyward by no inclination of his own as the wave of destruction spreads, rings in the air, and gradually begins to peter out into a tense silence. Momentarily blind, the genasi focuses as best he can to land on his feet rather than on his head, and does so, touching down atop the very beast that just hit Vailkrin's centre like a bomb yet to go off. Kirien huffs, crouched low, and is quietly glad he never got around to reconstructing any of the architecture near here, considering the way the shell just decimated all of it in seconds. "WELL," is all he exclaims upon realising with a jolt that he's most definitely -not- touching the ground.

Kirien adds loudly, "This es just getting silly, if tu ask me."

Kasyr isn't quite sure what's happened. One moment, he's running- the next, a shockwave of concussive force hits him and sends him flying with enough force that he gets sent hurtling into the ruins of a house. Further inspection reveals it to be the second story of said house, no less. "Uugh." Shakily dragging himself up to his feet, the Kensai moves over to what was once a portion of wall, if only to peer through at the thing. Already, that massive bone coloured orb was beginning to stir, it's scales rustling and clicking eerily. Which is about all the warning Kirien gets before all of them begin to unfurl into razor keen ridges, effectively threatening to mince the vampire if he doesn't move quickly. Not that it's going to be easy, given that the 'shell' is currently in the process of seperating, effectively revealing itself to be a large number of chitinous tentacles, all of which can apparently interlock to form a single solid cocoon. For the moment, the very core of this particular creature isn't visible, It's interior essentially obscured by the Octapocalyptic chaos which has since engulfed the town square.

Kasyr glances out from the ruins of the house he's in, towards Dami, then Shishi, "Alright. So. That's our enemy. Thoughts? If it's like the other...Rock..ta..pus..things. So. we need to get close, and crack it's insides apart. Et save Kirien from. ...Whatever it is Kirien is doing." Yup, Kasyr has a pretty damn good idea of where his other fledgeling is. "Now, if there's any suggestions," Tap, Tap, Tap. The Revenant makes a shooing motion to the source behind him, before moving to continue, "I'm.." Tap, Tap, Tap. More insistantly, this time. "Trying to talk here." It's only as the Kensai is in the process that it begins to dawn on him that there's something distinctly wrong, as not only can he feel an utter lack of empathic resonance. Faced with a sudden unnatural build up of dark energy behind him, the Kensai simply falls on a combination of his instincts and unnatural swiftness- his right hand falling upon the hilt of the Silver Katana resting upon his hip, if only for it to be drawn clear of it's scabbard in a single violent stroke, a silver sparking afterimage left in it's wake. The robed body of the Revenants foe seems to warp under the sheer force of the strike, a combination of rotten fabric and flesh spraying out across the room in smouldering chunks- twisting his body from the sheer force of the blow. Unforunately, not enough that the dark mages arm entirely redirects away from the Kensai. Instead, the blast of dark energy tht was meant for Kasyrs head slams into his left shoulder- sending both him and a portion of the buildings wall hurtling out onto the street- if only to crash into the first floor of an adjacent building. It's at about this point that Elarick begins to pull himself together again, lurching forward, if only to lean up against what still remained of the wall he struck. All it takes is a few softly spoken words, and a brief few hand gestures, and the explosive runes he had stuck onto the back of the Kensai's trenchcoat, courtesy of his insistant 'tapping' promptly detonate- blowing out the entire first floor of the building Kasyr had crashed into, before causing the rest of the building to collapse in on itself.

Iintahquohae ;; With her hand that isn't weighed down by both a dangling crutch and flail, Inky finds herself practically digging her fingers into Dami's shoulder once again when the thing that crashed down from the sky appears to be sprouting scales. And Kirien is on top of it. Oh dear..She glances at Dami with eyes nearly as wide as dinner plates. "D-do you think he'll be okay..?" Aside from hanging on to Dami, the seamstress isn't entirely sure what to do with herself. As Kasyr begins fighting something else, she isn't entirely sure who or what Elarick is, she cringes and glances back at the terramancer carrying her again. "What should we do?"

Dami slid to a halt, setting the woman down in the street a fair distance from the rift's latest package. Kasyr, promptly ignored- Shishi, words lost in the smashing explosion of shell-beast connecting with Vailkrin's town square- Kirien.. where was Kirien? Oh- that was going to be a problem. "You, try and stay safe. I'll let you know if I come up with.." Elricks explosive runes caught her off guard, the house that toppled with the Kensai earned a painful cringe. It was only minutes ago, the calm before the storm, they were all sitting in wonder- waiting for what came next. Well, there it was and it was time to act. First and foremost, her weapon; the black halberd. If she was going to crack that shell, she was going to need wedge and a ton of height.. "Is it too late to hand that duster back?"

Kirien stills very suddenly, and swallows thickly. He can feel a pulse and the subtly reverberations as the scales beneath him start to shift, the behemoth stirring. This is no egg. "Going to be a bumpy ride..." Those words are murmured under his breath before the being under him explodes without warning in a twisting forest of violently wibbling tentacles and razor-edged ridges. Shrieking a very uncouth curse at the top of his lungs, Kirien leaps and falls in panicked bursts, his sight severely impaired by his lack of any true connection to the ground he utilises as his eyes - he only sees vague outlines of the stone under the beast but the majority of his vision simply -is- the writhing mass of limbs, flesh, and chitinous plating, as it's what he's best connected to. To put it bluntly, Kirien's world is tentacles. A slip sends him tumbling into the abyss and toward its hidden core but he manages to angle himself to land atop a rising tentacle and escape, earning himself a vicious gash on one arm from another appendage that flails his way, and then pressing flat against his current support when a third whistles overhead. He tucks his tail close against him, fearing it might be lost in such close quarters to these innumerable arms and oh my god he can only see tentacles and this is weird. Ducking and diving, sliding and rolling from one tentacle to the next, Kirien is far more focused on just staying alive than he is on combatting the thing just yet, still trying to adjust to the sheer weight of sensation bombarding him. He calls out to the creature, well aware of the queer skills he picked up from close contact with Maladroit; the ability to converse with and befriend cephalopodan species being one of them. Reasoning with the thing is likely a futile effort considering its otherworldly origin, but that doesn't mean Kirien isn't going to try.

Shishi leaves his feet when the shockwave reaches him. It is an uneasy feeling of weightlessness at the peak of the forced leap the assassin senses as he desperately tries to angle himself to land back onto his feet and maintain his sprint. His right foot touches down first, but the landing isn't nearly as graceful as Blue would like, sending him toppling head over heels to the ground, sliding and rolling to a stop before he shoves himself back up to his feet and takes as brief a moment as possible to check out the aftermath from the impact and locate the rest of the group after the crash. Oceanic blue eyes stop on Kirien, atop the abominable sphere as it begins to unravel itself, "What the-..." ducking back into a sprint the vampire may or may not finish his thought aloud. It is a short run that brings him to Kasyr's initial crash point, Blue raising a brow while the Kensai speaks. Shishi's eyes dart this way and that during the exchange that sends Kasyr flying. A single blink is used by The Blue Demon to disguise the activation of his family's curse, the vampire's irises revealed as a crimson color as his eyelids open. Internally the 'voices' of every shadow in Blue's immediate area can be heard by the cursed assassin, the dark things crying for action and blood. Should any of the present empaths focus their ability in on The Blue Demon they'd get a taste of the same cacophony of bloodthirsty shouts that Shishi has to endure every time he uses this accursed ability. Red eyes remain locked on Elarick, the stare unwavering even as explosions wreck the building Kasyr had been thrown into. Shishi's own shadow comes to life then without the vampire so much as flinching, the black thing somewhat stealthily slithering up Blue's right leg and eventually coiling itself around his waist like a belt, ready to be put to use...

Ranok || Flap of wings gliding through the night heralds the arrival of Ranok and his last machine. Last, because the other pair had been cannibalized for parts. Damages from fighting on both machina's made for a rough end for them both at the end of the fighting. Withdrawn and picked apart, albiet somewhat unnecessarily (he still was experiencing augmented reality from that deluge of medicines, painkillers, and other things keeping him going after all). Put back together, Johnny (the machine) was a slap job...but actually stronger then either individual had been. Reason being that armor was more or less intact. The places where either construct was lacking or damaged had been restored, and some metal sheets beaten into place. Lacking an airship, Ranok had the next best thing deliver the thing to the site of the battle. Dragons. Two clutched the thing in a claw, releasing the hunk of metal to fall a fair distance to the ground. Coincidentally, this landing zone was basically chicken toed foot to Elarick face, or hopefully so. If not, metal digs into the shattered stone, kicking up sparks as it does. Ranok was shouting incoherently in his seat, best to ignore him for the moment. Of note, the machina was completely whole. No moving mechanics were visible, which meant that it was strangely non-glowy. Rather then a single blade, two sat parallel, two giant slabs of metal close to the other. The ballista was firing as rapidly as it could at anything that was moving but shouldn't be. Three foot long bolts of wood and metal would pepper anything. Luckily, the entity's vanguard, or whatever it was, was rather hard to miss. Wasting little time in theatrics. Explosions begin to erupt as the black powder charges in the bolts start to go off. If the city wasn't already FUBAR'd, the collateral would be enormous, but then, by this point it didn't matter.

Kasyr between being blasted, blown up, and then crushed by a building..is just not all that active right now. Funny that. On the other hand, the Rocktapod is more than making up for the Revenants inactivity, as it's currently extending it's tendrils outwards, and slamming them into the ground with such force, they pierce into the sewer systems- if only to begin traveling down through those subterreanean corridors. Should anyone approach, they're quite likely to find themselves suddenly assailed by the ground collapsing beneath their feet, and a ridged tentacle moving up to coil about them, and shred them into bloody giblets. It's during these preperations that it shifts it's body towards Kirien, revealing a smooth, black membrane beneath it's otherwise armoured exterior. From a rough 'opening' near the center of it's mass drips a foul smelling yellow pus, the likes of which seems to melt away at the pavement it touches. Tilted towards Kirien, it would give the distinct impression of trying to size him up- before that peculiar 'opening' in it's membrane parts wide open- revealing what would almost appear to be a slick cavern full of teeth. "SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEE." Apparently, it doesn't speak squid. "SKREEE." Somewhere within it's body, that very same noise is echoed, carrying with it a primal sense of malignance, an otherwordly madness which seems to almost embody itself in the very noise. It's an unpleasent combination of psionic force and unhallowed will -creating- a localized madness, struggling to slowly unravel the perceptions of those people subject to it's ungodly shrieks. "SKREE-" The third shriek is interrupted, an hideous noise akin to flesh being torn asunder punctuating the air as the Rocktapod vomits forth a hissing globule of acidic yellow mucuous. It wetly spatters across the ground, melting into the stone, before it begins to twitch. From within it's center, a single eye like organ begins to gyrate madly, as proto tendrils begin to extend out from the acidic mass, looking for flesh to consume. More and more, these vile things are spat forth, ponctuated by more hateful "SKREEE"'s from the Rocktapod.

Kasyr ||Elarick was in the process of pushing out from the building to greet Shishi...when he found himself promptly plowed through the second floor of the building and into the first, courtesy of Ranoks 'Ex Machina' Landing on top of him. Mind you, he doesn't particularily have all that long to contemplate that particular turn of events, or the crunching noises his body made, before the already weakened structure of the second floor partly gives out. Specifically, in the region that Ranoks 'Machina' is rampaging- sending it crashing down to land on Elarick a -second- time, producing an even more unpleasent set of noises than the last. Even for a creature that is apparently beyond emotion, this is too much. One hand archs out across the floor, palm sliding across the wood in a vague arc- eldritch script left in the wake of the motion. Whether or not Ranok notices this particular addition is neither here nor there, though it's almost certain he'll notice the secondary drop his construct will undergo, as Elaricks form dissipates, the unhallowed magi already in the process of reforming outside. And really, that's all the warning Ranok gets before that bit of enchanted scrawl goes off- meant to at once corrode the floor and send his contraption crashing into the basement of the building, whilst also spreading, so as to eat away at the very supports of the building. It's only then that Elarick turns to face Shishi once more, and begin striding towards him. A brisk walk, a jog, and then on the very cusp of breaking into a run...he abruptly vanishes- displaying that very same trick he infuriated Kasyr with so long ago. At this point, Shishi had best pray he reacts swiftly, as the dark magi is already in the process of reforming behind him- one unnaturally strong arm moving out to clutch at the vampire, if only so that he can begin to leech out the dark energies which fuel him.

Iintahquohae , once set down, is at a complete and utter loss of what she should do. She can't really run, but uses her crutch to make her way amongst the rubble to get as far away from that giant thing as she can. Then came that ear piercing scream from the creature's mouth that caused a nauseating flash of teals and indigos to flash across the seamstress's eyes. Her free hand claps over one ear while she winces at the sound and turns, only to see the horrible, massive monster with Kirien moving around on it, and one of those equally horrible, massive machines that Ranok was at the wheel of. Her voice is probably drowned out from all of the racket, but she starts screaming at the machine's general direction, even going so far as to scoop up a rock and hurl it at the thing. "Oi! Kirien's still on that thing! You're gonna kill him!" This was one of those moments where Inks wished she was capable of pulling off something spectacular in an instant. At the sight of what she takes to be tentacles coming out of the screeching thing's mouth, the seamstress decides standing still and yelling is not the best option. She turns and begins quickly hobbling along with her crutch, hoping that the thing was distracted by Ranok's Doorknocker.

Dami honestly didn't even know what she was looking at. It had a sturdy chitinous exterior, fleshy tentacles, and a painfully loud scream. If the sheer size alone wasn't enough to frustrate her, getting 'inside' with Kirien was. It wasn't that she was intimidated, but more so flustered because she didn't know which approach to take. That acrid smell filled the air- the same stone eating substance she noted with the smaller ones. For now, about all she could do was sprint at it, dodging and weaving in between the ground-smashing tentacle slaps, looking to get inside. When she at least made it to the edge of the dome like structure, she'd call out for the vampire- if only so they could come up with a game plan. "Kirien! Kiiiiirieeeen!"

Ranok said to Dami, "Dammit, Hy'm mired in chocolate koins! Do dat earddy tink to boost me out uf dis demable basement! Qvickly, Hy hear schlidderink! "

Shishi 's crimson eyes dart around the area at the destruction wrought by Ranok's machine and at the smaller creatures being spawned by the central massive monster. The Blue Demon still does not know what to make of the metal man that dropped form the sky. Is it friend or foe? Eventually this question is left for another time as Elarick appears outside the building before Blue. The vampire exhales an unnecessary breath just as the elusive magi starts moving towards him. Red eyes dart to and fro after Elarick 's next disappearance, the shadows that form beneath the reappearing mage alerting Shishi of his whereabouts just a moment too late as the vampire's stance straightens reflexively when the back of his neck is grabbed onto. Elarick will find a surprisingly small amount of dark magic to be had within the assassin, Blue's family curse unique in the method of which it grants it's normally non-magically inclined host with his dark abilities. It is with a half wince half smirk that the assassin asks, "What are you looking for..?" just before the shadow about Blue's waist explosively expands in every direction, knocking the wind out of The Blue Demon and impacting with a strong solid force with Elarick's waist. Should the dark mage be knocked away from Shishi Elarick's shadow would remain in the place it was while he was holding onto the vampire, The Blue Demon borrowing it during the exchange.

Kirien :: The response to his voice is not that soothing, curiously rippling sensation he's come to know as the touch of a friendly cephalopodan creature. Instead what erupts from within the beast is a terrible, ear-shattering shriek, livid enough to make even the dead stir in their graves (or beds, depending on their state of animation) and blood curdle. Its jaws unfurl, displaying a ragged-edged portal to a painful End, but Kirien barely sees the gaping maw yawning hungrily below him. Battered physically and mentally by those horrific waves of undulating sound, he crumples against one of the flailing limbs, wide-eyed and looking as though he's just been stunned. Jagged sharpness digs into his palms and draws flowing rivers of blood but he does not move, even as the tentacle he clings to wiggles around a bit - luckily, the monstrosity now appears more focused on inserting its limbs into the sewer system, hoping to catch any nearby folk with a surprise attack from underground. Ranok's arrival and the unloading of explosive bolts upon it further draws its attentions from the genasi parasite it's acquired, as tentacles spin and twist angrily. In the back of his mind, Kirien knows he has to do something, but he's utterly paralysed by the assault upon his fragile mind; and it crumbles and cracks, and in a desperate attempt to save himself from total mental collapse, he forces a connection with the aberration's own empathic psyche, trying to use this bond as a way to acclimatise himself quickly to the sensations and escape the full force of that tangible, vicious madness. Unfortunately, it seems to backfire completely, and he realises that too late. "Oh shi--"

Kirien :: Such an immense mind cannot compare to his own, and once attacked he can do little but give in. All of a sudden, Kirien's world is transformed into the most incredibly, unfathomable -alien- perception, the entirely different sense of seeing enough to overwhelm his mind in a matter of moments. He sees with those multiple eyes the thing is spitting up, the landscape whirling dizzyingly in something that is more than three-dimensional vision. Everything is lit by an undulating aura that he thinks might be a colour, but one so unearthly that it has no known equal in human vision, and the hole in the sky is a fluxing, whispering void of inky blackness tinged with malice. Tendrils of crazed emotion lacerate Vailkrin's air and each bellowing, "SCREEE," only intensifies the feeling, unravelling the minds of those too close to the monster. The empath does not hear the call of his coven mate but he sees her; a feathered outline of a vaguely humanoid form pulsing internally with the same eerie light that illuminates the entire city, and Kirien realises almost instinctively that this aura is something akin to visible life force. He tries to reach for Dami when a knife-like tentacle shears through the air for her instead - somehow, he finds himself smiling at the sight of it, feeling the thrilling rush of lifeblood soon to be spilled. This is madness, oh, yes... And then he falls, laughing, and vanishes into the shadowed maw of the beast.

Ranok || The machina was too heavy, too stiff to simply leap out of the way of the corroded floor. Down it goes, timber and rotted beams falling onto its metal exterior. The armor of the thing was up to the challenge this time, its complete nature holding it up. A surge of power, a shout of, "Smashy thing choppy bits!" from Ranok as his machine roars with metal and magic, a tune Kirien surely would have loved to hear. The machina punches out of the debris, tearing at it to form a makeshift ramp. The machine makes its way from the ruins, shedding dust and other things. The warzone on the street, tentacles flying around like razored wind and raining blows on the metal. "Ven deed it schtart rainink? Demmable kats!" Irritatedly, metal fingers sieze a particularly thick tentacle, slapping it beneath a metal foot. The weight keeps it pinned, and the hands sieze the thrashing thing again. Another surge of power and the sick sound of meat ripping, and the machina rips the tentacle clean from its housing in the giant entity. Picking it up, bodily hurling it at Elarick, "Und get uff my grass! Hyu're krushink de posies!" Forward goes the machine towards Elarick, parallelled swords clicking home into place with ill intent. Ranok's augmented reality might be making him see things, but he kept his eyes on the prize. Even if the prize looked a little smudgy to him right about now.

Dami couldn't tell which was more dangerous, inside or out. From what she saw inside, there could have been just as many, if not more- tentacles than outside. Albeit slightly smaller and just as violently sharp, they were as much of a threat as ever. So when the man disappeared into the creatures gaping maw, she had no qualms with tagging along. There was no time to think, but simply act, and that she did. One of these days she was going to meet her match, and it was going to cost her. For now though, Kirien had better make room, because this elf was coming in, pausing to make use of Hallowed's shape. Held sideways, both ends would tear into the rows of teeth, flesh, and whatever else it was made up of as she went down. This was the equivilent of the chicken bone from hell.

Iintahquohae couldn't bear to watch as Kirien completely disappeared from view. She cringed and grew even more worried when Dami began approaching the beast, and about ten times more worried when Ranok and that damned thing he was controlling started tearing at it. She's had about enough. With the machine and Ranok distracted with tearing the monster apart, which made the seamstress's heart plummet, she began to hobble closer to him and his Doorknocker. She doubted that thing was capable of being careful, and this troubled her. Kirien was trapped -in- it and Dami could easily have fallen in too, for all she knew. The seamstress believed the solution to the problem would be to stop Ranok. Figuring there may be some way to climb the thing as Inky draws closer, she casts her flail and crutch aside and boosts herself up onto the still metal foot holding a tentacle down. Using deep dents in the metal and other jointed areas as footholds, Inky begins to make the slow and difficult climb up to where Ranok had to be seated, with the full intent of bashing his face into whatever part of the machine looked like would cause the most damage. That and stopping him from putting Kiri and Dami in more danger as well, of course.

Kasyr ||Elarick is sent skidding back from Shishi, one hand clutched across his stomach, though his expression is one of express befuddlement, rather than pain. "..Your essence." As he speaks, the hand that was clutching onto Shishi's throat flexes, grasping at nothing in particular. " What is that..other..thing?" Not that the dark mage is all that intent on getting an answer. No, even as he speaks, his arms are spreading out, blasphemous cantrips echoing forth from his being. A ripple issues forth from the magus at this point, washing over the vicinity like some grim tide. It's only when it recedes that any sort of change is noticeable, as the tide brings with it countless odds and ends, now thoroughly coated in dark energy. Bricks, shingles, shards of glass, unliving things both alive and otherwise- all of these are amassed in front of Elarick- before they're abruptly sent hurtling down the street in a lethal deluge of debris. Mostly. Elarick can't help but turn towards Ranok once he starts shouting like a lunatic, something gives him just enough warning to divert some of the onslaught meant for Shishi towards both tentacle, and Machina-Riding smith. Battered by bricks and their ilk, and suffering the occasional outright dark-energy related detonates when impacted by certain certain choice chunks (read: larger bits of debris than others), it's no surprise that it doesn't quite reach Elarick- the smoking chunk of otherwordly 'flesh' rolling to a stop near his feet. Which is about the point one of three things happen. The first, is the vampire extends one hand towards Ranok, and begins to flex his fingers- an immense amount of focus being exerted upon his position, Elarick fully intending upon exerting some of the latent telekinetic prowess he possesses as a former member of house Kikei. Specifically, he's fully intending on trying to crush in the damnable things legs. Which is where the second thing becomes fairly significant, given that the ground beneath Elarick promptly splits in two, as a solidified 'blade' of condensed air rips up through the cobble stone, and carves up into the dark mages body. An assault that is immediately followed by the ground beneath his feet exploding upwards with far more kinetic force than it ought to, sending the unhallowed 'Thaumaturge' hurtling into the air. Even now, Kasyr is preparing himself- calling upon those forces he's so familiar with, even as the flesh upon his arms begins to fizzle, flecking away in chunks of sparks. It's in a brilliant flash of light that the Kensai officially introduces himself to the scene, a single upwards thrust of his sword serving as the focal point for the gathered energies, as he sends himself hurtling in the air after Elarick in a blur of motion. Faced with such a furious and swift assault, the Dark mages defenses are reduced to those he can cast reflexively- the Revenants blade slamming into an oppressive aura of dark energy, instead of Elaricks flesh. Not that it spares him, really, given that Kasyr arcs his body in the air, dragging the sword across that peculiar barrier, if only to slam it -down- so that he can discharge the remaining amounts of energy, in the form of Kinetic force. Which, all given, is more than enough to send Elarick hurtling down into the ground between Shishi and Ranok. Kasyr, on the other hand, is simply tumbling down towards the roof of a building, if only because he's currently riding out the shockwave caused from his own attack.

Kasyr isn't actually doing all that badly, all considered. Then again, considering that Elarick decided to blast him with dark magic, which he's not really all that vulnerable to- in tandem with him picking up on the dark energy stuck to his back? Well, suffice to say, the Kensai's had a fair bit of practice at dramatically getting out of his trenchcoat. Sure, he still got blown up a fair bit, and a house dropped on him, but it could be worse. One such manifestation of things potentially getting worse is what the Rocktapod moves to do, once it's forced to endure the "SKREEEEEEEEEEE" inducing sensation of having one of it's tentacles hewn off. Moving a number of it's tentacles through the city, it bunches them up beneath a house, before it jerks them up in unison, effectively 'Table-Flipping' a house at Ranok, Shishi, Kasyr, Inky, and even Elarick by extension. Apparently, 'Fk you guise' is a sentiment even unwholesome abberations from outside space and time grasp. On the bright side, it both takes it a bit to dislodge the house, and it does hurtle the house high enough that it takes a few moments to start coming back down. On the downside. It hurtled the house high enough that it takes it a few moments to start coming back down. And it's a house. Hurtling. Towards people. ||Elsewhere, Specifically, inside the beast: It's gullet is a nightmarish thing, rows of razor sharp teeth, which are occasionally accompanied by unpleasent appendages of the same black substance as it's outer membrane, albeit in tendril form- all of them glistening with that same acidic pus that seems to ooze from deep within. Tendrils which are even now reaching towards Kirien and Dami, in an attempt to grasp hold and digest them, or at the very least- drag them through the razor sharp maze that is it's 'maw'. Further in, the situation does not exactly improve, either, given at it's 'core' seems to rest a vast sac of putrid smelling mucous, bearing the same acidic properties as those tendrils. Every so often, a portion of that sac seems to expand, before it's broken off, and shunted towards another portion of it's insides- no doubt to be spat forth, once enough have accumulated inside. At this point, there's no denying the presence of something at the core of that particular 'Sac' either, a massive floating eye resting at it's core, seemingly focused upon Kirien. "SKREEEEE" comes that mind numbing shriek, from both within, and outside the beast.

Shishi turns slowly to face Elarick, the Blue demon's expression clearly a smirk now as he stands in this chaotic scene and stares back at the befuddled dark magi. The cursed assassin seems about to answer Elarick's question with some smart response before the wave of debris is sent his way. At the oncoming onslaught Shishi roars or rather the sound of a roar comes from Blue's vicinity as shadows from beneath the vampire's plain clothing spring to life and leak out from his sleeves and pant legs quickly enveloping The Blue Demon, solidifying, expanding and eventually taking the recognizable shape of a Black Bear, although the shadows grow larger than any black bear one might find in the wild. The technique is one developed by Shishi's son that Blue and Yellow have affectionately taken to calling 'Beast Armor'. The Bear-shaped shroud that the assassin finds himself in the center of takes the brunt of the assault, impacts and explosions deadened by the shadows that make up the bear's fur and flesh although after the first few hits Shishi and his armor start to get tossed around by some of the more violent explosions, but by the time the wave is passed Blue can pick himself up from the pool of darkness the armor melts away into and have only a few bruises to show caused by the onslaught. However, tattered and torn clothing and scrapes and cuts on his skin indicate it wasn't exactly a picnic for the vampire inside the 'protective' envelope of shadow. The silhouette Shishi had taken from Elarick is sent back towards the falling mage, rising from the ground in the form of a single black tentacle at about the spot he should land. Upon closer inspection, the end of the tentacle is wrapped around the handle of 'Shishi's black, chaotic wand, the wicked weapon pointing up towards the descending Elarick. It would have been a nice end to a combination attack to ignite the dark magi with the remotely wielded wand, but when the shade of the thrown home covers Shishi and the rest that are in it's landing zone Blue loses his focus on the wand holding tentacle and the shadow melts back into the harmless form of the falling Elarick, dropping the chaotic weapon in the process. Shishi strains himself then, making a struggling lifting motion with his arms as the entire shadow of the dropping home is pulled up from the ground molded swiftly into a large, black sphere and immediately burst with an intense force. One that is meant to knock everyone and everything beneath the falling building out of the flung home's impact zone. The burst of shadow will hurt and it does hurt Blue very much as he's hurled back first into the rubble of another nearby building, but it'll hurt less than having a house dropped on you...

Kirien is mercilessly ripped and torn by the toothy passage he tumbles into, unaware of Dami coming to join him as he glances off fangs that riddle his body with cuts and caustic fluid, though the damage done is somewhat lessened by Arte's quiet presence. Manifested in its initial (and currently sole) form, the virtuous weapon grants cloth the durability of leather, leather the hardness of steel, and metal the traits of impure mithril. Coupled with a defensive aura, he's spared a swift death within the jaws of the beast-- but he's still in dire circumstances, all things considered. Ignorant of the danger for the time being, Kirien slowly begins to see with a little more clarity, even from within the thing. He's no less mad, no, his mind still shattered like a broken mirror, but the prolonged connection to the rift-borne horror seems to be establishing itself firmly, allowing him to comprehend what he views by way of the creature's own understanding of its sight and abilities. It's mind-achingly bewildering, something a sane being could not hope to deal with such a sensation. But it becomes almost natural to him, despite it being so wholly -unnatural- and against everything he's ever known during his lifetime - even Maladroit's odd sense of perception was not this thoroughly warped. "Aha," Kirien manages, blinking once upon being deposited within the gooey sac of boiling liquid, and soon subjected to another incredible, "SCREEEE," that deafens him almost to the point of knocking him unconscious. Perhaps that might have been better.

Kirien :: He remains vaguely coherent, however, enough to view the great eye that bobs within the sac of fetid liquid. To call it an eye is wrong, somehow, even though that's what it is - a blasphemous orb that can drive those that view it beyond the brink, its very pupil lined with jagged sets of teeth. It serves as much purpose as a mouth as it does an instrument of seeing, perhaps, and it's very much fixated upon Kirien. "Hellooo," the genasi greets with a laugh, stumbling forward as tendrils coil round his limbs and begin to burn. Somehow, his fingers end up wrapped round the amulet round his neck; an unconscious reaction maybe, but through that contact he comes to realise the gem has been broken. Blood oozes from the shards of the bloodstone - Kirien lifts his hand, licks at the red liquid, and tastes something familiar enough that he decides to chase its feeling. He feels as if he's pushing through tangible fog, breathing the cloying clouds of miasma and madness that addle and twist his psyche, but he keeps going. K-- what's that name, that scent, that taste he knows so well and feels this pure love for? "--uzial?" he finishes aloud, blinking a second time. Only then does his mind manage to repair itself, if only partially, and he takes stock of his current situation and recalls what he did. "Oh." And Dami is in here, too. "Don't look at the eye," Kirien tells her quickly just as he's tugged forward by the tendrils to do just that, staring into a black, tooth-lined abyss hovering inches from his own face. "SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEE." The monstrosity is most definitely not pleased. The genasi it's caught winces. His head is ringing but he can hear earthsong again, faintly, like a lullaby meant to coax him into sleep-- or out of it. Archaic words begin spark on his tongue, golden and brilliant, spoken in the language of the world and laced with terramantic power; and Vailkrin shudders, and the ground beneath the Octopocalypse starts to sink, very slowly. "Dami-- take it -down-. As far down as we can."

Dami hit with a splat. It was times like this, she honestly had to stop and take into consideration, just what in the hell she was doing with her (un)life. This feeling, this moment- this sense of foreboding terror, all too familiar. In fact, it was Kasyr himself who left her in such a sad display of disarray that pitiful day in the Nameless. It was that man.. who left her with such a broken psyche, the mere thought of deep waters put her on the edge of a panic attack. Every. Damn. Time. Oh yes, this feeling was all too familiar. There was a moment when reality broke, the pitch-black tumble seeming like it would never end, and in her mind was nothing more than another ocean. Between jagged teeth, acidic fluids, and the meaty slap to the ground(?), Dami was able to keep conscious and above all else, keep from loosing her mind much like Kirien had. For once pain was welcome, if only to let her know she was still very much alive; or as alive as a vampire could get. Hallowed came to a squishy splat next to her, sticking axe-head first into the creatures flesh. Kirien was acknowledged, and his warning given much heed. Above all else, his song was heard, and answered in return. There was nothing more dangerous then two terramancers in conjunction ready to sink the world from inside your gut. "This mean it's time to dance..?" The smartass.

Ranok was unaware of Inks climbing onto its outer frame. There had to be handholds in order to perform maintence on the thing, so the task was fairly easy, all said and done, which is why she would still be alive. Crushing force mires the machine's legs, making movement difficult, if not impossible. The forces crunch the armored plating on the legs, sheering it off as they automatically remove themselves to prevent stopping the legs from becoming nonfunctional. "Molasses! It's not kookink time! Vat an idiot." Kicking metal pieces from its way, the machina struggles forward as the shadow of the house falls. Heedlessly, Inks pried open the canopy to expose Ranok. His hand shoots forwards, crackling with electrical energy. Enough to shock the fight out of her, if need be. A tempered, even voice says, in an absolutely lack of nonsense manner, <Get in. Remain still. Your life is in peril and you have endangered us all.> Inks would be squished against Ranok rather uncomfortably as the canopy slams closed even as the house explodes into pieces. The daft woman's foolish gambit had almost cost them their lives, indicated by the spear of housing that penetrated the canopy in a shattering of glass, burying itself into the bucket seat. Had the canopy been open, it wouldn't be the only thing speared into the occupants. Ranok was seemingly unaware of Inks presence, slamming the controls forward as runes glow. The cockpit smelled of sweat and blood, and Ranok wasn't looking so hot. "De joke iz on hyu! Hyu hef only increased my arsenal uf schpoons!" Wood crunches against glass and the wooden beam forcibly yanked out. Metal fittings on it, iron nails, all served to make it a viable projectile for what was in mind. Draeta calmly informs Inks, <Hold still. You will be released soon. Please do not make me shock you again. Hold still...>. Electricity buzzes and the beam, with its iron fittings, slotted between the swords on one of the arms. A kick, the groan of metal on the machina, and the beam was turned into a large and unwieldy, but fast moving, projectile of pain at the first valid target that presented itself. This was mostly the now sinking abomination, Elarick gone to smoke again. It might have even penetrated so far as to spear something vital. Moving now, wood, stone, and metal crunching beneath its feet, the canopy opens and a giant hand plucks Inks out of the interior to set her atop its head, the thing slamming shut again, "De finest het in hall de lund iz mine. Voe be to hyu dat oppose me." Bits of metal and wood were stuck on the outer surface of the machina, making a fairly good collection of projectiles, blunt objects, or anything else. Draeta's voice speaks to Inks, The trio of lights flares, almost imploringly.

Iintahquohae continued her sluggish climb and managed to get just over what she assumed to be the machine and somehow managed to get up without being crushed beneath the magic of Elarick. When she's tugged into the confines of the thing's..head? She assumes it's its head, anyway, she immediately goes into a frenzy of punching and slapping wherever her hands could possibly reach on Ranok, all the while cursing up a storm. It comes to an abrupt halt when a wave of electricity passes through her, but this only makes her angrier. While staring daggers at Ranok, she talks to Draeta through gritted teeth. "He could've killed them. He isn't careful! Nobody completely out of their minds should be allowed to control something like this.." An idea strikes. While Draeta continues speaking, she wiggles her way into Ranok's lap, then tries to pry his fingers away from the controls of the Doorknocker while peeking over her shoulder at where she assumes Draeta's voice is coming from. "I'm in a -much- clearer state of mind than this fu-" Draeta's voice drowns her out for a moment, before she rolls her eyes and resumes trying to knock Ranok's hands out of the way. "You get Kasyr and get him to bring back whatever Gospel is." The seamstress tries shoving her elbow into Ranok's gut to get his attention, then continues. "Teach me how to make this thing go."

Iintahquohae continued her sluggish climb and managed to get just over what she assumed to be the machine and somehow managed to get up without being crushed beneath the magic of Elarick. When she's tugged into the confines of the thing's..head? She assumes it's its head, anyway, she immediately goes into a frenzy of punching and slapping wherever her hands could possibly reach on Ranok, all the while cursing up a storm. It comes to an abrupt halt when a wave of electricity passes through her, but this only makes her angrier. While staring daggers at Ranok, she talks to Draeta through gritted teeth. "He could've killed them. He isn't careful! Nobody completely out of their minds should be allowed to control something like this.." An idea strikes. While Draeta continues speaking, she wiggles her way into Ranok's lap, then tries to pry his fingers away from the controls of the Doorknocker while peeking over her shoulder at where she assumes Draeta's voice is coming from. "I'm in a -much- clearer state of mind than this fu-" Draeta's voice drowns her out for a moment, before she rolls her eyes and resumes trying to knock Ranok's hands out of the way. "You get Kasyr and get him to bring back whatever Gospel is." The seamstress tries shoving her elbow into Ranok's gut to get his attention, then continues. "Teach me how to make this thing go."

Kasyr 's particular reaction to the incoming building was simple enough. When he collided into the building, he simply kept rolling, a shove sending him flailing away from the relative impact zone. Which, one supposes, should be better describe as a blast zone- given the shockwave and masses of wooden shrapnel which come raining down. Unforunately, whilst the Kensai had gotten clear of the initial threat, the rain of debris isn't something he took into account- which is what leads to him getting pelted and skewered by a number of small chunks of debris..and then nearly being plowed to the ground by a Chimney. Nearly, because he at least had the common sense to whirl around and take note of the incoming projectile- something which makes cleaving it into ruins a fair bit more manageable. Which is about the point the Kensai realizes he's seperated himself from everyone else. And that there's a rumbling coming from beneath him. "Need a custom vest..." It's on that note that he leaps backwards, the griped about piece of clothing hurled aside. Even as a massive armoured Tendril began to emerge from the ground and flail around, the Kensai's back is already in the process of shifting- two fleshy mounds rupturing forth from his flesh in a cascade of blood, if only to bring him soaring into the air, and back over towards those individuals stuck in combat with Elarick. || Suffice to say, Dami and Kiriens experience with the Rocktapod is a bit more intense, especially since a number of those tendriled 'sacs' of acidic fluid are beginning to converge upon their position. Even if they die, it won't be pleasent- as they simply burst in a spray of acidic fluids. The only thing that's currently sparing Kirien from the thing simply biting his head off, is the sudden bit of uncertainty it's face with, as the ground begins to shift beneath it, prompting it to drag some of it's tendrils further into the city- effectively hoping to stabilize it's position. It's only after that point, that the central 'orb' attempts to stuff Kiriens head into its maw and snap shut.

Kasyr ||As for Elarick... Being able to teleport is pretty handy. The moment the shadow of the house had loomed overhead, the undead entity had simply vacated the area, taking up residence upon the rooftop several houses away. It's for this reason that the shockwave does no immediate damage to the lesser of the two abominations rampaging- leaving him free to begin preparing. Extending his hands outwards, the odious mage begins to speak- each word seeming to to jar upon the psyche, a sacrilege against creation itself, distilled into the very language itself. With fluid grace, the mages hands begin to trace through the air, his undead nature allowing him to display no fatigue despite what trials he's been subjected to. The by-products of his weavings are immediately noticeable, runic carvings burning their way into the pavement around Shishi and Ranoks Machina, whilst another set begins to form almost simultaneously in the sky. Should neither of them find their way outside of the affected 'region' they'll soon find themselves encased within a shell of dark magic, a barrier meant to at once entrap them, but also serving a secondary purpose. After all, within this zone, gravity is going to find itself functioning altogether differently- alternating between such a lack that Inky and Shi will be floating into the air, and then amplifying several times over, so as to smash them into the ground.

Kasyr is late to the party, that much is true. That being said, he's hardly late enough that he can't influence things. In this case, it comes in the form of a fairly sizeable concentration of electrical energy about his right arm, the likes of which is then pushed into the Silver Katana's he's wielding. For those who are familiar with the Revenant, the result is fairly similar- as a flare of electrical energy seems to encompass the weapon just moments before it's sent hurtling through the air towards Elarick. As it currently stands, the dark mage is also vaguely familiar with Kasyrs' particular ability, that peculiar 'aura' that the mage exhibits manifesting itself once more- the blades flight already starting to slow upon impact with that ominous defensive field, though not before it pushes the undead caster through along the rooftop with enough force to shred through a number of shingles. Busy as he is, it's no wonder he doesn't notice the secondary streak of lightning as the Kensai sweeps by, the -second- of the two Silver Katana's clutched in his hand. Kasyr doesn't even wait, forcing such raw electrical force into the blade that the all the skin on his right arm vaporizes into sparks- an indication of the sheer amount of electrical and kinetic force that is carried in the thrust poised for Elaricks back. With a sound like stone breaking, the barrier shatters beneath that tremendous force- the blade slamming into the back of the Dark mages chest with such force that he rams into the -other- Katana, which hadn't lost the entirety of it's forward momentum yet. Suffice to say, Elaricks chest cavity pulverises, reducing vital organs to smouldering bloody tatters, and simultaneously setting him on fire internally and externally. He'd begin to sag forward at this point, something the Revenant doesn't even allow him to finish doing, as he rips one sword clear of him, and uses the very motion to spin him around so he can rip out the other sword. "And just to be sure..." And it's as both swords hurtle towards Elaricks head that Kasyr feels that familiar infuriating force- psionic pressure engulfing the entirety of his form. Before he can even try and muster the strength to curse, or gather his thoughts to figure some way out of it, he's being dragged face first down the side of the building, than across the street. Momentarily made helpless by Elaricks telekinetic force, the Kensai can do little more than go limp as he's slammed against the pavement. Elarick, for his part, is also leaving nothing to chance, as he proceeds to wrench out several streetlamps from the ground with his 'ability' and then fling them towards Kasyr in an effort to skewer him. One through the head, the rest through his body.

Ranok || The machina promptly breaks it down as the struggle for the controls ensues. Ranok's left hand was mostly useless, save when Draeta was assisting, but he still could put up a struggle. The runic controls flash as conflicting commands are given. Inks might have thought it easy to control the machine, but it wasn't. It took training. Each rune needed to be poked and prodded the right way, a stirring of metallic muscles. Why else would Ranok constantly use the same pilots? Why else was it him that came today instead of some soldier willing to die? Ranok finally notices Inks interference, "Vat's dis, den? No. No. Hy shen' hef henny uf it. Hy'm de belle uf de ball. Out. Out." He starts pushing Inks out of the way, to get her out of the cockpit. <Stop. Stop. Cease.> Finally, the intelligence ran out of something it often didn't: patience. The snap of electricity and it'd freeze Inks the only way it could, via electrical shock. <You seem to be assuming the situation to be less dire then it is. Allow me to rectify. Outside is a entity that is capable of destroying this entire realm. It has progressed to the point where a direct manifestation is a realistic possibility. Those lives that are in this conflict are worthwhile in the expense of halting this. That includes the occupants of this vehicle. They did not venture forth without understanding the risks.> Wrestling with the controls, as the gravity suddenly begins swerving up and down. "Listen to de pretty lights, gurl! Hy may sound onstable, but de power uf tvo iz eqval to vun!" A bells starts to ring as the array that sensed whether the ground was stable or not began to cry out. < I guide his actions. Perception is a liability when facing these sorts of threats. He is more insulated to the conflict then you currently are.> Blue lights erupt close to Inks' face, < I cannot leave the confines of here. My range is too limited, my sensory array too taxed. You must go. The safety measures of this vehicle are not equipped to two, and you have become a liability. If you do not wish to do as I say, you will be ejected nonetheless. The time for games has passed. Lives greater then your friends hang in the balance.>

Shishi is engaged in a struggle to stay on his feet. His eyes have gone through a similar change to the one they experienced roughly a week prior; red mist, lighter than air, being emitted from his accursed crimson eyes. Torn up white shirt shows spots of red, stained by the bleeding wounds sustained while The Blue Demon was inside the Bear-shaped veil. The strain he's put on himself in his last feat of shadowy strength seems to have taken quite a toll, eyes narrowed and starting to glaze over. The vampire speaks aloud now to the shadowy voices filling his head, "Aye... Sure... Go..." simple answers to unheard questions that have the shadows of the tentacles meant to anchor the giant beast to the city coming to life and engaging in battle with the unfortunate appendages, the darkness taking the form of mouths and spikes and claws, any simple shape that could do damage really as they devastate the tentacles as best they can. Blue has lost enough of his will, or rather had enough of his will knocked out of him to let the runes surrounding him go unnoticed and it's only after he's encased and lifted up into the air that he reacts at all. His own shadow rising up from the ground to attempt to protect him, although this time the 'beast armor' or perhaps a more sinister means of defense, is too slow to form around the vampire and he takes the brunt of the enhanced fall, his body slammed into the ground. The shadows within the runes seem to be effected by the intensified gravity as well, but slowly they're able to crawly across the ground and out of the circle where they start to scratch at and pulverize the spots where the arcane symbols are, trying to break the spell holding Blue down.

Kirien might have smiled were he not still strung awkwardly between a shaky grasp of sanity and utter madness. "Oui, time to dance." And this time there is no room for error - they dance for their lives here, truly. Single words, sharply-spoken and rumbling like the ripple of an advancing earthquake, build up into a veritable tirade of sparking syllables and terramantic energies, the latter of which sear the insides of the beast as much as the acid burns Kirien's skin. Its eye-mouth snaps at the empath's face, far too close for comfort, but he's planted his feet firmly and refuses to budge, and remains infuriatingly beyond the reach of those fangs. His words of guidance and Dami's aid cause the earth to crack further and swallow the tentacled being, slowly. In an endeavour to pull itself out of the growing hole, the thing diverts its attentions to those external tentacles and its focus upon Kirien and Dami becomes briefly lax - enough so that the genasi can tear himself free as golden designs etched into his flesh erupt with a brilliant light, and whose raw power hastens their descent. By now they're in a shallow trench some fifteen feet deep and Kirien snaps an arm back over his shoulder, drawing Nuial'Ashier in an explosive rush of black metal and gold accents and fierce determination. With a furious yell he drives the spiked end of the greataxe's pole deep into the hellish eye, and the monstrous beast unleashes an ear-shattering blast sound so powerful it nearly knocks the man clean off his feet. The sac bursts in a sickening rush of fluid that flows across Kirien and splatters into the main chamber, but he forces himself to ignore that burning pain for long enough to twist, snatching Ranok's projectile out of the air with frightening speed as it punches through the thing's side, and spinning, violently due to the built-up momentum, to hurl the shard of metal at that hidden eye. Through his empathic connection with the abomination, he learned of that concealed orb; that one protected by a thick shell, whose true purpose remains unknown to him. It is, in truth, its last bastion of life. It's just beginning to open as the primary internal eye has been destroyed; and the result is a clean hit as the projectile buries itself through the eye's centre. Agony lances through Kirien, who himself is reaching to hold the shoulder he dislocated when redirecting the course of the supercharged weapon. "Let's go!" he yells to Dami, narrowly avoiding another deluge of fluid as the monstrosity begins to flail and scream obscenely, tearing the air apart with pained SKREEEEs, thrashing in its death throes. Acid pours into the chamber and the walls of its only exit are still full of writhing tendrils and sharp teeth - problems Kirien hopes Dami can deal with, as he's very much drained and not wholly himself any more.

Dami did some stuff with the earth.. it hurt the monster a lot. But then she was like, donkey punched in the back of the head by a random tentacle. She was almost knocked out, and realized she couldn't stay in this fight any longer, and proceeds to climb out of the monster's center. When she gets free, she cartwheels past the larger tentacles and passes out in a safe alley way. Fin.

Iintahquohae continues trying to swat Ranok's hand away while the boot attached to her good leg tries to dig its heel into his foot. His pushing is met with her own pushing while she tries to gain control of the machine, but the shock that surges through her brings her movements to another abrupt halt. As Draeta begins to speak and movement is gradually regained, the seamstress rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. You're brains. Scatterbrains here is muscle. Great. Fantastic. Wonderful...And you really think that I'm not aware of that thing out there that's tossing houses at us could probably bring everything else to sh-" Inks' speech is stopped temporarily when she's jostled around a bit too much. "..Right." She's really stopped caring at this point. The lights near her face cause her to squint for a moment. She ponders his threat of being ejected from the machine, then throws her arms up in a gesture that can only be described as 'come at me, bro'. "Do it." Hopefully one of the things that thing out there tosses their way wrecks this oversized junk pile.

Ranok || Draeta says to Inks, <Do you honestly think that you could do better? Do you think that your limited experience and broken body amount to anything? Go get them attitude and a large quantity of spunk amount to little when you would be dead three times over if it weren't for the countermeasures imbued into this machine. The gravity outside exceeds the force of normal by a factor and fluxes.> The machine rocks, giving tell to the truth of the word. By the end of this, Johnny would be scrapped. Again. Johnny wouldn't be pleased by it, likely. A complex pattern of lights is sketched. <Capacities are being reached. If you insist on fulfilling your death wish, resume your attempts to interfere. If you wish to remain, open the compartment you sit on and throw the items you are able to through the crack in the canopy. You must clear the seat, you are reducing efficiency by several percent.>

Kasyr||At this point, the Octapocalypse is in full swing- if one takes into consideration the sheer madness of it's flailings, and ignores the fact that it's slowly dying. Though it had been partially mired in a crevice of both Kirien and Dami's design, it was still a massive beast, and unforunately? Not so small that a 15 foot crevice stop it from moving. No..just enough that it instead trips, it's body clumping up in it's blind attempt to gather itself, before it simply tips over and crashes into the ground. It'll continue to flail, even downed, but it doesn't seem all that likely to continue moving. As for Ranok and co. Between Shishi's shadows eroding at the runic sigils on the ground, and Elaricks current focus being the rather thorough murdering of the Kensai, it's not exactly the biggest surprise when gravity once more resumes normalcy. Sure, it only does this when they're being lifted into the air again, but beggers can't be choosers. That being said, whilst the offensive capable of the spell is gone? The barrier still remains in all the portions where the runes are still intact, seeming to apply that it's only all of the symbols in tandem that were conspiring to reduce the trio within into a delicious smear.

Iintahquohae laughs. Hard. She didn't think the thing would actually toss her out. "If you would teach me how to make the damned thing work, I definitely could. Better than him." Inks prided herself in being a fairly quick learner, but that was probably wavering a bit in a situation like this. Either way, she continued. "He said two is better than one, right? How about two stable minds…or one mind and whatever the hell you are, and one muscly man chucked out this. -He - can get Kasyr for whatever reason you want him for." The seamstress really couldn't believe she was trying to rationalize with a bunch of talking lights. She starts tossing things out from the compartment that Draeta mentioned, and casts a glance over at Ranok. "Move it." Whether or not he actually listened, she returned to chucking things up and out of the crack while trying to maintain some kind of balance as the gravity shifted repeatedly.

Kasyr 's expression is one of utter, unfathomable malice- a malevolant thought consuming anger which washes through his being with growing intensity every moment he is subjected to Elaricks whims. It's not simply a contempt for psychics, a distate for the methods they use, and that selfish frustration borne of how tiresome they are to confront. No, it's the antagonism he now faces, a being of seemingly unfathomable power and bearing no emotions- like some bastard entity cast in the parasites image. And with that insult came another ire inspiring thought. Despite all his preperations, despite that he seemed unable to get any stronger- it wasn't enough. It was going to win, and he was literally helpless to stop it, as it sought to raze his world as he knew it. His city. His Coterie. Satoshi. The air ignites at that thought, crackling black sparks surging into existance across the street in cascading streams of electrical oblivion. One of the street lamps crashes through the arc, the metal bending and twisting beneath the force, if only to crash alongside the Revenant. At this point, the smell of burnt ozone is overpowering, as is the distinct oppressive feeling of darkness. Some abhorrent energy which seems almost blasphemous in nature- akin to that unnatural presence given off by powerful vampires, and yet chilling in a manner that is different all the same. A second streetlamp crashes down, this one's trajectory twisting midair, if only to crash down off to the side. The third, however, aims true- rending into the Revenants back and plunging into the street. "SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" comes the Rocktapod's dying wail, a lingering madness carried in it's cry- one that seems to find some bestial echoe within the very air itself. The fourth lampost hurtles towards the Kensai's skull with lethal accuracy, seeming to pick up speed as the other lampposts are discarded of. With a sound quite akin to that initial thunderous boom that had torn through Vailkrin the very first day the rift had burst open, the Kensai's fist rends through the psionic force containing him- the caustic combination of electricity and dark energy impacting into the lamp post, if only to shred it apart. The third lamp post, for it's part, begins to tip over- the metal which had pierced through the kensai having been apparently devoured by the destructive nature of the Revenants power. What was curious, however, was that the wound left behind didn't bleed- rather, it seemed to be in a continual process of trying to heal, while other parts of the Revenants body were ionizing. Whether this particular ratio of destruction and regeneration is equal is something for those brainy individuals to figure out. In this particular instance, the only thing that really matters is what the Revenant does next.

Kirien might be half-mad but he's still a gentleman (sort of), and so allows Dami to shred her merry way out of the dying beast first. Following, he stumbles as the thing continues to shiver and screech, the walls of its mouth undulating around him, and he earns himself a couple more scratches when it pitches and rolls over to tangle in a mess of shivering cephalopodan limbs. Finally he makes it out of those gaping jaws just as the ocean of acid bubbling up behind him overflows, cascading over tentacles that twitch and writhe in weaker and weaker bursts. Kirien wisely catches a lift on one such appendage, allowing it to fling him clear of the trench, whereupon he lands in the shadow of a building and, gasping, collapses face-first against the ground. The golden headband that is Arte glows brightly, the virtuous weapon siphoning off and swallowing whatever can be construed as the eldritch abomination's 'soul', slowly adding to its own powers. Kirien lies where he is for a long time, steam curling from charred skin, hazing in and out of consciousness, straying between muddled thoughts, identities, and various thresholds of sanity or lack thereof. He rests, for now, while his subconscious tries to collect as many of his shattered pieces as he can find.

Shishi rises shakily to his feet within the rune prison as his shadows continued to smash the runes on the ground holding the Blue Demon in place. As he waits the assassin gets a good look around at the complete destruction the city has gone through. Buildings crumbled, landmarks ruined, and streets cracked... Streets cracked... one final slam of a mass of shadow onto the rune covered ground and the road Blue stands on gives way. The combination of the increased gravity and darkness pulverizing it too much for the section of street that covered the sewers. The currently red eyed assassin grabs at the air, wishing gravity would disappear as it had a few moments ago before falling through the newest gash in the road and down into the sewers of Vailkrin... Down there the cursed vampire can't bring himself to rise to his feet. Shadows within the sewer try to lift him up but he rejects their aid dispelling the life from them with the last bit of energy he can muster. From below he can still hear the battle that rages on and the voices of the shadows that implore him to return to the fight although they will go unheeded...

Ranok || Said, without a trace of sarcasm, <Forgive me. You will have to remind me which of you two climbed onto a metal warmachine in the middle of the most dire crisis that has befallen the land quite possibly ever with several internal bruises, a broken leg, and absolutely no experience with any of the current conflict beyond what you have managed to survive.> The intelligence could be a bit dry at times. The realization that there was something in existance that was even more straight laced and dry witted then Ranok might be a little scary. Most of the stuff in the compartment was survival gear, maintence tools, food and water, or a last resort weapon. All of it had to go. The machina was breaking at the seals of runes. Air reeking of Vailkrin and abused air was leaking through the crack. "Ugh. De schtink uf klouds." <If you wish lessons in how to fight in this, I suggest you take it up with Ranok after this episode is over. Your impatience ill suits you.> Thunk, thunk, the ballista goes. The explosion that rocks the area rips up dirt, a handy way to remove paint, salesmen at your front door, and sigils embedded into the ground. <It is currently death to exit this vehicle for anyone under a classification of ^ on psionic protection. You are lucky that those were reinforced before put into use. One moment.> The machina rocked as Ranok and Draeta steered it through the dying city. The machine was unstable, rocking oddly. Joints were damaged, controls sluggish, armor compromised in several places. Inks might be acquiring a steady headache, as if something was trying to claw at her skull inside out. <To find Kasyr, merely follow the thunder. A simple process. Time runs out. I can only hope that we can evacuate in time when we implement the Finger of the Gods. Provided we can convince him to implement it. If not, then a resonance cascade may be our only option.>

Kasyr 's already hurtling forward, a nightmarish blur of motion and crackling energy, so erratic it seems almost painful to follow- up until that brief moment where he's standing still, his fist extended out from when he -punched- through Elaricks barrier, sending the undead mage crashing into and through a nearby wall. Indeed, if one looked back along the way the Revenant was dragged, they'd likely take note of the fact that during that particular incident, he'd dropped one of those blades. Though, looking away means they might miss what ensues, given almost immediately after that first blow, Kasyr's lunatic pace is resumed- the Revenant already in the process of charging after the Otherwordly Thaumaturge. This time, the blow comes in low- a snaking upwards slash that at once combines the Kensai's capacity to generate a thunderous 'shockwave' of kinetic force, and his ability to create a condensed blade of wind in the wake of a slash. It's only after the Revenants carved a trench up through Elarick that it activates, driving a wedge of condensed force up into the undead mages body, and rupturing his very body apart as it sends him hurtling out from the roof- with the Revenant flying up after him, and then -past- him, like a bat out of hell. Waiting at the height of Elaricks predicted ascent, the Revenant simply begins to further channel his energies inwards- his sword beginning to become so entrenched in caliginous energies it becomes nigh imperceptible. What ensues is a truly nauseating display of the Revenants prowess, his sword dancing out through the night sky with such fury that it might shame a lightning storm, the very space that Elarick inhabits becoming obfuscated beneath the sparky afterimages of the Kensai's sword strokes. Within mere seconds, dozens of blows have rained down upon his form- each one carving through his form, until he finally hurtles down onto the ground and crashes into the street. Elarick, somehow, is still alive, fingers blindly groping the cobblestones. (Un)alive? Whatever.

Iintahquohae doesn't appreciate being talked down to by some know-it-all lights. She continues throwing things, and with each toss she imagines that Draeta is what she's throwing things at. "Eh. At least I have a clear enough head to not be going on about balls and whatever nonsense Scatterbrains has been rambling about." She doesn't say anything else after that, but glares at Ranok while he continues moving the war machine along. Her fists clench a bit while she contemplates giving him a few more punches in the jaw once all of this is over. Half will be for him. The other half will be for Draeta.

Kasyr ||Somewhere, in the background- an explosive rod of metal lodged in the recesses of an otherwordly Rocktapod finally detonates. Normally, this wouldn't really be a big detail, were it not for one key factor. All that yellow acidic liquid? It also happens to be flammable. A trait which was undoubtedly picked up from one of the creatures that served as it's predecessor. Whilst one might consider that to be a design flaw, it should be noted that neither it's outer shell, nor that black Membrane of it's incinerate- meaning, it's Hidden eye likely would have beem intact, as would a vast majority of it's body. On the other hand, given there's currently a blatant hole punched into the inner core of it's shell? Suffice to say that when it turns into an improvised napalm launcher, it thoroughly incinerates everything inside it, effectively putting an abrupt and complete end to it's flailing.

Kirien :: A fog, like that of a light sleep or trailing mists cloaking a port town, blankets itself over Kirien and soothes his tortured psyche. But not for long. All this comfort blinks out and he finds himself in a vast expanse of nothingness, the landscape of his own mind in its current state. The void that is not dark and not light whispers wordless tales layered over each other in a hundred languages, the sound building like a wave, the murmurs becoming a unified wail before it washed out again, leaving a profound wrongness behind which makes all the world seem small with its depth. Madness. The wound of the rift-born monstrosity's influence festers with malice and Kirien can feel it affecting him, tugging him inwards with its obscene gravity. To give in would be to lose himself, and he understands now that it's a scar he may have to carry for the rest of his life, carefully keeping in check. Gold wings unfurl as Arte passes across his perception, feathers falling freely to surround the empath with a subtle sense of reassurance: it will do what it can to aid him in maintaining that balance. And then...then, he hears Kasyr, and it takes Kirien a couple of moments to realise the pounding voice in his head is impatient and forceful, and very much -there-. It draws him back to reality and his single eye blinks open. Nothingness. The sky is as blank as ever. Slowly, aching, Kirien sits up then stands, murmuring aloud and internally, "Getting there.." Thankfully the spot Dami passed out in is nearby and the genasi picks his way over to her, leaning to pluck up Hallowed where it lies at the terramancer's side. A spark drifts through him; a nudge of a sort. Frowning, he eyes the spear with some measure of wariness before breaking into a jog, zoning in on Kasyr's position while the tentacled beast explodes behind him in a firework display of spiraling flames.

Kirien adds in a murmur to the odious weapon in his grasp, "Want a snack? Then come with moi et don't put up a fight."

Ranok || <For all your insults, we yet breath. I suppose my sending you off would have been the death of you regardless. Look.> Hard to point when one had no fingers, but the lights bobble, indicating the erupting flames of the vanguard. <An early manifestation with a critical error. We are lucky that we are not in an area rich in minerals. These things have been known to consume rock to use as armor.> Navigating the broken streets was no easy feat. The entire city might never recover from the destruction. The sheer number of explosions, lightning bolts, a building throwing, giant squid thing monsters, the rain of abominations large and small, and the damage from the civil war made for a costly tally. Ranok had lapsed into silence himself. The drugs keeping him going were wearing off. His physique made extended drugging difficult without overdosing, and his body was starting to ache. The machina was misstepping more and more. The tired sighs of metal rasping against itself. The machine was sadly broken, gone from mighty to barely operational. <There is Kasyr.> Chicken toed feet, wrapped in gore, stone, and flanges that served to stablize missing, click. Footsteps could be traced, mud and crushed stone marking its passage. To Elarick the machine goes, the diced corpse or whatever that served as the remains of the whatever the thing was. With a clicking noise as gears and sliding metal protest, the sword arm, with its blade miraculously still attached, raises. And then falls, pounding right into the stone and the form of Elarick. Twisting, the scream of stressed metal, and the blade snaps clean off, serving as a handy spear through the body. <We will need a large incineration of this area. The propensity of these things to return to an animated state is a high enough risk that we must destroy all of it

Kirien said to Draeta, "Wait." He comes limping into view, Nuial'Ashier slung across his back and Hallowed clutched tightly in the hand of his less injured arm. There's a pained cast to his face and an uncharacteristic darkness shadowing his gaze, but miraculously he is alive. "Don't burn everything yet, Draeta." His eye drifts toward Kasyr.

Iintahquohae just stays quiet. There really wasn't a point talking to some glowy things that only seemed to spout off information that she didn't really have an interest in at the moment. The only thing she does listen to is its mention of Kasyr. The seamstress perks up a bit. Maybe if it saw him, it saw Kirien and Dami as well. She sits up and tries to get a good look, and a small smile replaces her scowl. Kirien, Kasyr...Dami. The smile fades a little. Inks hoped she was only knocked out. The seamstress doesn't seem to notice what the Doorknocker is doing in regards to Elarick. Once Kirien speaks, she can't help interrupting. "Is she okay?!" Inky shouts.

Kasyr crashes into the ground in a kneeling position, not far from Kirien. Sparing a few moments to look over his fledgeling, the revenant -carefully- takes the spear from him- making sure not to get his hands too close, and risk causing Kirien further damage. "Look after Dami. You et her are going to have quite a bit of work in the days ahead, to help restore this city." And with that, the Revenant simply turns on his heels and strides towards Elaricks fallen body. Damn it all, if that abberant creature hadn't proved unnaturally tenacious- and yet, that was why Kasyr had sought out Hallowed. The weapon was of the same damnable 'make' as Gospel, which meant it was quite capable of killing things that might not otherwise die. And in this case, it also meant that Elaricks soul, his very vital essence, would no doubt end up languishing in the deepest pit in hell. Suffice to say, the Kensai doesn't spare any time to flourish the weapon, his forte lying strictly with swords- instead, he simply punches Hallowed into Elaricks body a few dozens times- especially focusing on the head. In all honesty, when the Revenant had felt that familiar feeling of satiation and contentment come from Hallowed the very moment he had obliterated the mans skull, more than implying that the odious weapon had gotten it's spiritual sustenance- but he still felt it necessary to skewer him a few more times. Never hurt to be thorough. It's only after that grim deed that he tosses the spear off towards Kirien, before simply waiting there, arms folded in front of his chest. "Now torch it."

Kasyr ||In the sky, that abysmal otherwordly rift was beginning to shut once more, the demise of it's herald, Elarick, serving as the final straw. Bit by bit, that dimensional fissure begins to collapse on itself, a matter that is at once hastened and stabilized by the peculiar thread of time which had stitched it into a partially sealed state. A few moments later, and the thing all but fades from sight- a silvery sheen spreading across the heavens, before fading back to Vailkrins otherwise eternal twilight.

Kirien casts the fallen, impaled corpse a cursory and distinctly uneasy look, then nods to Kasyr. He winces at the movement, grabbing his shoulder as soon as the revenant has relieved him of the spear. "Right." There's a noticeable amount of strain in his voice. "A rest would be appreciated, though." Then he turns to Inky, offering a slight lift of jaw and a faint smile. "She's just passed out. She'll be okay." A little bit of finger-wiggling and a hastily-spoken cantrip and there comes the distinct crack of shifting rock from that direction, followed by a flaming lump of tentacle visibly shooting into the air. It sails toward the group and quite perfectly hits its mark, engulfing the remains of Elarick in a caustic mixture of acid, flesh, and fire. Only after he's done that does Kirien raise an eyebrow at Ranok and gesture to the fiery mound. "Feel free to go overboard?" He looks up at the twilit sky, considers the empty expanse a moment, then murmurs, "It's not watching me, any more..."

Ranok was rubbing his head. Still useless. Oh, look, there was Kasyr. The controls were seized and the machina swings, aiming a punch square at Kasyr's head. "Toot, toot, motherf-" Foomph goes the tentacle and its payload of flammable fluids. The canopy kicks open, allowing Inks to depart the vehicle. Draeta was, for once, paying little mind to the actions of its creator. <Psionic oppression levels receding. It is now safe to depart the protection zone.> Really, the intelligence just liked to talk. The exchange of information was one of its lifebloods, something denied it in its current form. Ranok kept it quiet for a reason, though Inks had forced it to transcend that particular order until the smith demanded it return back to normal levels of silence. That was her punishment for her foolhardiness. Well, that, and a sore body from being cramped into a tiny compartment to survive, probably. <There are still several hundred tons of foreign matter in this city. With the psionic link broken, a large number of still active creatures will simply cease moving. However; the body of that vanguard still retains enough neural tissue to reanimate by itself. Even with the rift closed, it is more then capable of burrowing deeply enough to recover. We cannot afford a 'Sleeping God' scenario.>

Kasyr , even compared to his normal standards, is suprisingly strong, in the sense that when that punch arrives, he simply slams a palm into the oncoming fist, effectively redirecting it (and thus the door knockers bulk), just a bit to the side of him. As further insurance, he proceeds to keep his hand on said mechanical limb, "Don't make me rip this arm off, and beat you with it, Ranok. ...Heh." He briefly offers an expression that seems a fairly awkward combination of a wince and an altogether unpleasent grin, before taking note of Draeta's information, "..Mm. Suggestions for Disposal?" A secondary flinch, this was seeming to be closer to a twitch, and then Kasyr slowly tilts his head towards Iintahquohae, "..Stitch. Do you..need a hand?" Even now the Revenants body still has that peculiar crackling combination of black electricity flickering across his form, his tissue still in the process of ionizing and reforming. It didn't exactly look pleasent, "Clean up..es likely a sufficient description. I'm not sure how much of the cult remains, but without their leader.. Without their 'god..." The Revenant shrugs, before his attention returns to the 'Machina', and it's inhabitants.

Kirien , lowering his gaze, turns his head in Draeta's general direction with a look that's entirely unreadable, but definitely hardened at the edges. "If tu mean the -thing- I just climbed out of after decimating from the inside, it es very much dead. Arte ate it, et all. It won't be getting that back is for sure." Still, it did spit up a bunch of gooey eye masses that he finds far too unsettlingly close to the one he stabbed within the monstrosity - and he isn't fond of the idea of letting those run loose in the streets. Honestly Kirien looks rather worse for wear right now, his clothing shredded, his expression tinted with exhaustion, his dislocated arm throbbing dully and his body marred by harsh acid burns. It does seem as if his subtle, weak regeneration abilities are getting to work, but he definitely needs a good, long rest. Then, the genasi glances down and cries out in dismay, fingers clutching at the remaining shards of his bloodstone amulet, the remnants of Kuzial's stored blood smearing on his skin. "Oh no.." He looks deeply saddened that it's been ruined.

Ranok || < I believe the time has passed for taking my advice on how best to proceed. Had my recommendations been taken at the time they were issued, this problem would not have reached the level it peaked at. However; you should all feel lucky. It is not often that I see an excursion of this magnitude be successfully repelled. That said.> The machina emits a quiet sigh of air as parts of it sag. Kirien might hear the thing all but weep. Energy reserves were so low, the runes, redundant as they could be made, failing. The machine was dying, duty done. <A large projection of kinetic force directed at the core of the manifestation should produce enough kinetic to energy conversion to completely wipe the area and seeds from the place. The choice of location is a poor one. Any building still left standing will no longer be. Every tree in the nearby forest will also likely be snapped from the shockwave. However, currently, given the tools we have and the timeframe, there is likely no such force that can be called upon in a timeframe to work with. Instead, I recommend immediate digger teams to pursue, locate, and eradicate potential seeds. The sinking of that manifestation into the ground was a very, very poor choice.>

Iintahquohae lofted a brow at Kasyr, then cringed a bit at the electricity that she saw. She cringes yet again at the sound the machine makes, then rolls her eyes at Draeta's droning. "Does that thing ever say anything positive?" Kirien is glanced at with a slight frown. She didn't understand the significance of his necklace, but assumed it had to be fairly important for him to sound upset over it. Toward Ranok, she continues. "It's like listening to somebody that's a constant downer. ..Do those controls in that thing of yours shut it up, by any chance?" Inks rolled her shoulders so they cracked a bit, then shot a glance at Kasyr once more. "Is there anything you wanted me to do?"

Kasyr looks just a touch pensive. "I'll see about sending people out to immediately mop up those..things it left behind. If tu would like to help in that task, Kirien, that es up to you, though I do expect you to take Dami somewhere safe. I, myself, am going to enter the remains of that thing.. et thoroughly obliterate it. Just in case it does grow back, ou something of the sort." Inks is given a look at this point, the Revenant trying his utmost to offer a neutral facade, "I'm not sure. I would probably suggest to rest, at the tavern given what you survived- et because I won't necessarily be around to keep an eye on tu, should things get complicated. That being said, if you did want to see things be resolved, et give Kirien someone to talk to." A shrug, and the Revenant returns his focus to Draeta, "Are you intending on 'camping' in there until he recovers ou something of the sort, or do you require an escort to either the corpse, or your encampment?.. And the delivery of your construct."

Kirien very carefully places broken pieces of the ruby crystal into his coat pocket, and spares a short few seconds to indulge in a little taste of drow blood remaining on his fingertips. Lips draw into a pout - he misses him, and it shows on his face. He frowns, then, at Draeta. "I was inside that thing's -mouth-, totally out of my goddamned mind, seconds from dying or worse. I don't think I'd have heard any 'recommendations' even if you'd been near enough to me to give them. I killed it, it's dead, that's all that matters." Clearly he's not in the best mood right now. Huffing, he kicks at the burning remains of Elarick, scrunches his nose, then grumpily shoves Hallowed's point into the embers another couple of times. It tugs slightly in his grasp. "Yeah, yeah, we're going back." To Kasyr he offers a small shrug. "I will after sleep. But I really need to sleep. Like now. My head es killing me. I'll take Dami and Inks to the Corpse."

Kirien does pause as he passes the Machina, lifting his hand to press his fingertips briefly to the construct's talons. "Go to sleep," he murmurs, softly.

Ranok mumbles, "Vas she alvays dis naiff, or hes de vorld chust not beaten her down enough?" His head hurt. His body hurt. He couldn't feel his arm. The backlash from the drugs was setting in. "Hy svear to hall dat Hy know. If hyu don' eradicate dat entire tink und ve hef to deal vith dis again years down de road, Hy vill kill hyu. Permanently. Do try to do a goot job? For vunce? Promptly." The man's head was resting on the headrest of his seat, eyes closed. < I should accompany you, Kasyr. The job must be accomplished completely the first time. Any knot of neural tissue can potentially grow if given time. However, I must ensure Ranok's safety first...time is of the essence on the other hand. Can you not hear the burrowing? This thing is not a creature to be 'killed'. Think more of a plant. A weed pulled can still have roots.> Grim delivery of news nonwithstanding, but Ranok had rather told Kasyr what to do...oh, was it a month or was it two? There was no excuse. Draeta itself had delivered the news. Ranok really couldn't have impacted the impression 'this is important' any more. Not even if he punched him in the face.

Iintahquohae wanted to lend a hand, but really wanted to get some sleep. Just as she's about to offer to help Kirien, her words stumble a bit and she speaks immediately after the terramancer with a very relieved look on her face. "…I'll tag along with Kirien." She limps over to his side. When he pauses to touch the construct's talons, Inks overhears a bit of Draeta and Ranok's words. She's had enough. With an annoyed groan, she continues limping along and heads for the Corpse.

Kasyr is currently burning a hole through the arm of Ranoks Machina, and not exactly on purpose. Currently, direct contact with the Kensai does not appear to be recommended. "I'll attend to it. I need to ..let off a bit of steam anyways. As for the other things- I'll make sure to dispatch a few houses after the remains, immediately." Trintus, Ginavi & Mahara were the ones that were going to be called on specifically, their skill sets ideal for a search and obliterate thoroughly mission. As for Kasyr. Well, considering that he's currently existing at the very edge of how strong a mortal can be? He's going to go burn off that excess energy...inside that thing. Really, at this point, he just wants to see if he can obliterate the thing, so he can go to drink some wine, find someone snackable, and then sleep. "We'll talk later. I should mention- aspects of that were beyond my control. Not that it matters. It's been dealt with. And shall continue to be." Inky is addressed one more time, "Stitch, if you desire official employment, both..from this city, and as a Vassal to house Azakhaer, feel free to contact moi." And it's on that note that the Kensai heads off to obliterate the contents of a large sea shell. And probably damage the shell itself. But smeh. Really, the last thing he wants to do is deal with a zombie Octopacalypse.

Kirien has stopped listening to Draeta and Ranok - he's neither the patience nor the mental capacity to deal with either of them. Plant, being-- whatever. He killed something, and Arte ate something, and the rift has sealed, and that's all the empath really knows and cares about right now. Dimly he can feel the virtuous weapon lying in an almost dormant state within him, the golden band having vanished as its focus turns to the slow digesting of the aberration's twisted essence. "Let's go," he murmurs to Inks, "She's over this way." Though he's not entirely sure how they're going to get Dami back to the Corpse when both of them are suffering from injuries, Kirien's sure he can provide a crude form of terramantic transport using his depleted energy reserves. With a wave to Kasyr, he's off with Inky in tow.

Ranok , had he been in a better state of mind, would have tried to save some of that shell. It'd surely make an interesting material. As it was, he had no interest. Pushing on the control runes, the machina sits still for the longest time, then moves into motion one last time. Johnny could probably make it to the portal, it surely had enough...but that remained to be seen.