ROSY NIGHTMARES • [Black Rose VS Nightmare] • A

It was an average day for Black Rose. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and Rose Garden was at peace. What nobody knew, however, was that dark clouds were on the horizon. Not only was a storm brewing from the northeast, blown straight to Fiore from Iceberg, but there was something else creeping around the corner. The afternoon showers were nearing, as was a force to be reckoned with.

But the guild knew nothing of this. The underground Library was due for cleaning that day, and Sova, the eight foot tall obsidian-feathered owl was doing his best to dust off books and shelves. Plenty of other Black Rose members were helping the librarian. Upstairs in the inn, life continued as normal. It was the lunch rush, and fresh drinks and food were being prepared and eaten by the minute.

Izayuki herself was helping Sova underground, seeing to it that the furniture and relics in the library were polished and shiny. Others were in charge of cleaning the carpets and floors, while some were left to sort leftover stacks of books. Though the chores were tedious, the guild master could not complain. They were blessed to have such an extensive library, after all. That, and she was quite proud of the secrets the guild possessed and protected deep within the belly of the almost infinite library. With her were Kiru, Sakura, and Oras, off doing their own thing, be it engaging in all the library had to offer, or assisting her and Sova with the spring cleaning.

Upstairs in Silver Moon Inn and restaurant, customers, paid employees, and guildmembers alike were either enjoying a nice lunch or assisting with the tedious work of running the inn. At the very least, Lilium, Caelum, Itazura, Irina, and a few others were up there, representing the guild to the guests in whatever way, shape, or form.

The storm clouds drew closer, as did the evil that prepared to strike the guild at its heart. But was Black Rose prepared? No. Today was an average Monday, what did they expect other than to carry on as normal?





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YOU ARE IN THREAD  A.
If you are in Black Rose, you are defending the library and the Weapon of Apocalypse within.
If you are in Nightmare, you are invading the underground library, seeking the Blade of War.

Black Rose Members:
Member Name (Rank): Izayuki (H), Sakura (B), Kiru (A), Oras (B), Viper (D)

Nightmare Members:
Member Name (Rank): Chaoris (A), Delta C, Junk C


IMPORTANT REMINDER:
This is a PLOT BASED battle. Stats are not calculated unless you and the person you are fighting wish it. To land a hit on someone, there must be consent by the other player. We encourage use of the words ‘aimed’ or ‘attempted’ to hit to give the target a chance to dodge.

The courtesy rule is no more than 3 dodges in a row. Less is encouraged.
This fight is for fun, not for the sake of winning or putting your character on a pedestal or making them the ‘hero’ or ultimate villain.

Nightmare members may die, revive in their guildhall, and return to the fight via a portal. You may opt to Thread B within reason, with permission.
Black Rose members may die and revive with plot devices should they have any, or opt to be captured.

THERE IS NO POSTING ORDER
Please just keep it reasonable, don’t flood if you can help it. If you engage someone, wait for them to post before posting again. If someone falls inactive or you run into any problems, alert Izayuki or Aiyana.

The young scientist stepped out of the portal not long after Chaoris made his introduction, but he already seemed to be amidst a fight. Well at least that's what she assumed considering she couldn't see him through the large dome that enveloped both him and one of the Black Rose guild members. She figured he would be the last of her worries, she wasn't here to worry about people, she was here to kill who got in there way of getting this 'artifact' she heard so much about. Not that the guildmaster needed to be worried for if that was something she did, he was a god after all, and not just any kind of god, a god of war and bloodshed and the like. As he just so graciously announced to the unsuspecting legal guild members.
Delta was dressed in her full armor, its green coloring went along with the red and bloody aesthetic of most of the guildmembers like morbid Christmas decorations. She manipulated her magic to form a mine in one hand and detonator in another. With a quick movement she tossed it among where most the people were before detonating it in midair. As the detonator dissolved from her grasp, she'd summon her weapon, a glowing green arrow shaped blade.
The artificial being would reach out her hand in the direction she threw her bomb and trigger the grappling option of her knife, grabbing onto the weakened bookshelf past the guildmembers. But instead of pulling herself towards it, she'd do the opposite and pulled the bookshelf towards herself, making it fall hopefully on the people beside it. Though she didn't expect herself to be that lucky. She retracted the blade before it could get itself trapped underneath the shelf and the many many books it once held. The girl created a teleporter in her hands, tossing it a top a book shelf to the left of the wreckage she just created. Once it landed she'd transport herself there, disappearing and reappearing in a green flash of light. She squatted on top of it, readying herself to jump down and fight anybody to got near her perch.

It had gone from an average Monday to an absolute nightmare. The last thing the guild master had expected was for a dark guild to just ‘appear’ in their library and crash their spring cleaning. The portal appearing and the members of Nightmare coming out certainly rattled the Bakedanuki, who had not anticipated for yet another attack on her guild anytime soon. The leader introduced himself as a god-- one of blood, skulls, war, and honor. But was there any honor in stealing?

Izayuki dropped the book she had been about to sort into its appropriate shelf, and turned to see the other guild master demanding the apocalyptic relic. So, he was here for the Blade of War? His title truly did make that much obvious. Before she could speak to him, however, a grappling hook shot past her and attached itself to the large bookshelf she was standing next to. With a pull on the part of the one who held the end of the grappling hook, the bookshelf began to fall towards her. Quickly running out of the way, the Bakedanuki narrowly missed the falling bookshelf alongside Sakura, and watched in dismay as all of the books and volumes were scattered once more.

The Bakedanuki watched Oras run to confront the god of blood, and vanish, likely with use of his illusions. The last thing she wanted was for her guildmates to confront the god head on. She knew the power of deities, and knew that they could so easily fracture lives and existences. Even her own life had been made hell from influence by numerous gods. She listened to the wolf girl yell at the blood god, with her weapon pointed in his general direction, even though he was hard to make out with Oras’ illusions. The guild master did not want any of her guildmates to take on the deity, however-- she feared losing anyone.

“Akita!” Izayuki began, walking towards the white-haired wolf while keeping her own crimson eyes focused on the glass-wearing girl perched on a bookshelf. “Can you take care of Miss Grappling-Hook, and ensure nobody else gets hurt? I’ll get Oras out of there and try to pacify the god,” the guild master requested. Really, it was much more an order, but the choice was still Akita’s. As for taking on the deity, the Bakedanuki was a god slayer-- she could only hope she would be successful in thwarting his efforts to take their weapon of apocalypse they had been protecting.

Running towards the location where she sensed Oras’ magic, Izayuki charged a bit of her magic through her body to break the illusion for herself only, so she could see and sense the god and the illusionist normally. She made it in time to hear the last sentence of the dark guild master. “Leave him alone!” the Bakedanuki demanded, crimson eyes blazing at the blood god. “I’ll be your opponent, god.”

Izayuki watched in horror as the god of blood disregarded her words, and attacked her guildmate head on and sent him flying back. She knew that the aftermath of him dying could potentially be disastrous, if he had the same result on Earthland that he had in Nazo. If not, she risked losing another guildmember and friend in battle. Fortunately, it seemed the blow had not killed him, her nervous glance in his direction being met with a reassuring nod. Still, the wound he had sustained likely would kill him if it was left untreated for too long.

For a spare moment, the guild master did not reply to the other guild master’s words right away. Her priorities rested elsewhere, with the safety and survival of her guildmates. “Kiru! Please, heal Oras and anyone else who is injured,” she called over to the guild Ace, wishing for the well-being and continuity of those still in the library rather than the fighting off of the guild of war and bloodshed. She would rather not merely throw bodies at a foe potentially much stronger than them.

Turning her attention back to Chaoris after the brief order to the Ace, the Bakedanuki’s crimson eyes were blazing with a fiery anger. Lifting her hand from her side, she summoned her own icy white blade-- a katana with an ethereal ribbon dangling from the hilt. The blade was made from the fang of a blizzard dragon, and would serve far more useful than claws against another sword. “You cannot have the Blade of War. You would not protect it, and would only sow destruction and ruin wherever you took it,” Izayuki said slowly and evenly, pointing her own pearl white blade at her opponent.

It was then that the Bakedanuki recognized the familiar presence in the library. Without taking her eyes off of Chaoris, she listened to the words and flinched, instantly realizing who it was. She remembered the Nekomata from back when the Onmyoji had cornered and attempted to kill her. Izayuki had only made a narrow escape upon turning one of their own into an ayakashi, using the chaos and commotion to make a quick getaway. Unfortunately, she had made a monster into a true demon. The Kasha, newly named Fluffy, only ran off to gather up those who would make an enemy of the Bakedanuki and her guild. Was this battle secretly the ghost’s doing, and not Chaoris’ fight? Izayuki could not help but wonder, seeing as Nightmare had everything planned out, and caught Black Rose by complete surprise.

She never did say that the blade would be the reason he sowed destruction. The very purpose of its nature, however, was to bring war and ruin to others. That was the reason it was locked up in the Library of Black Rose-- so it could be protected and not fall into the wrong hands. Chaoris definitely had the wrong hands.

“I don’t underestimate you or your guild,” Izayuki spoke, the icy blade held by both hands. She knew that they could bring war and bloodshed wherever they went with or without the Blade of War. “That weapon is a tool. I won’t allow it to fall into the hands of someone who would use it to aid in their quest for destruction.” Nightmare seemed to have enough manpower and magic to further their goal even without the blade. Should they obtain the Weapon of Apocalypse, there was no telling how much more damage they could do. Not only that, but she knew better than to trust the words of a dark mage. Too often had her trust in evil mages failed her, and left her or others hurt.

Right as she finished the last wod, the guild master disappeared into thin air, and reappeared right behind the master of blood. With one quick strike, she aimed to run her blade right through his back to his front. The Bakedanuki saw the need to end this quickly. She doubted that he could so easily die, but if she could just weaken him, her guild might have a chance. If anything, going for the capture would be better. Killing a god was not easy, but binding one for ages was at least doable.

Before she knew it, there was a massive and bloodied blade that had ripped through her chest, heart, and pierced all the way through her body so that the shiny gleam of the sword could be seen out her back. Obsidian-hued blood dripped off of the blade and from the fresh wounds. With her heart pierced, the bakedanuki let out a dying gasp, crimson eyes blazing in fury at the god of blood before finally losing their spark of life. As soon as they did, Izayuki’s body went limp on the sword until he chose to dislodge it, the body slowly sliding off of the gleaming, deadly metal.

The fight was far from over, however. The body would begin to disintegrate into black dust and particles. Hopefully unbeknownst to Chaoris, the ayakashi would quickly reform her body right behind him in an instant. Mid-revival, Izayuki once again attempted to swing a quickly regenerated sword, her aim for his head. In one fell swoop, she hoped to behead the god of carnage and blood, rendering their fight over and the battle won in Black Rose’s favor.