Moonlight Glow Over The City;; Seth.

"Actually..." he thinks, "that's a good idea." He procrastinates even giving the idea more time. A crumbled up receipt whizzes past his ear. "There's probably some sort of magic that would let you eat it. Chocolate is the best," he says, "I've read that big dogs," he emphasizes big, "can eat a lot before its lethal. It just might cause some, uh, bowel movements."

"Okay, ew." He watches while Jiyu probably digs around the bottom of her bra, pulling out a probably sticky lollipop. He grabs a plastic bag from under the counter and takes Jiyu's greasy takeout box and sets it inside. he then kinda pushes it to her. Carrying things sucks. He reaches around his back and unties his apron, letting it slide down his torso before he catches it and tosses it aside. Perhaps it was one of the inn's weaknesses that the aprons obscured the outfit underneath. He's wearing an over sized sweater underneath and joggers. Literally his pajamas. It's better than wearing nothing underneath at least.

Maybe not, he thinks. They would make a lot more money if the Silver Moon displayed scantily-clad mages in only aprons. It's not like the guild's reputation would plummet, either.

Business strategies aside, he grabs a portion of his sweater and ties it off with a hair tie, to make the sweater appear more shirt-like. He walks around the counter and begins towards the door. He hears that there's a local art festival in town. Anything from freelance paintings to priceless marble sculptures, all on the street. Rose Garden, luckily, is usually safe. Hopefully, nothing criminal happens. But who knows. "Do you want to check out the art festival?" he asks, speech flowing with his train of thought. (692)

"Heck, they don't even get melty, for some reason, I don't have a very high body temperature."

Another vaguely worrying comment. The more time Seth spends around his mentor, the more concerned for her he grows. The sun hangs high over the sky but a strong breeze blows any humidity lingering in the city away. However, does pose a threat to hanging sheets of paper the delicate supplies of artists for commision lying around. The streets, even right outside the inn itself, are lines with tents and canvas booths selling anything from artwork, to jewelry, to clothes and perfume. And a local band is playing in the background. Nice.

The blaring of microphones being set up and the clamoring of a growing crows grows louder. A newly popular girl band getting a gig, smack dab in the center of one of Rose Garden’s most fashionable districts is the talk of the town. Even those two know nothing about the groups should be attracted by the loud noises and flashing lights. Which Seth was. Simple human falls for simple human tricks. He walks onto the street, as if he were exploring and browsing the art faire like someone more sophisticated, but slowly gravitates towards the stage in the distance.

“LET’S MAKE SOME NOISEEEEEE!” the main singer screams. The crowd also screams. A fast-paced electronic track plays in the background as then begin singing the chorus.

“Your heart is mine,” the main singer, claud in a sky blue romper sings while dancing across a lighted stage.
“Your eyes are mine,” she continues.
“Your body is mine.”
“Your soul is mine.”
“You are mine.”

Her singing becomes throaty and husky and the background music fades away. She starts chanting in some unknown language. Her eyes and body start glowing a sinister red and from the gigantic amps, red mist bellows from the speakers. Those nearest immediately double over and die(? lol) presumably while bright white wisps travel from their bodies to the main singer,. The rest of the group hop off the stage. Their arms extend and turn into thorns, stabbing into the alive patterns and presumably sucking their life force away from them.

Seth blinks. Then is grateful for not being closer to the stage.
“Uh.”
He looks at Jiyu. He never can avoid trouble, can he? (1077)

He groans. A magnet for trouble, indeed. He thinks of something to say, but stumbles on his words. He nods instead. He sort of watches for a minute as Jiyu evades the enemy's attacks with ease. Someday, him too, he thinks.

Without her weapon, her attacks are too powerful. Doesn't sound like a problem to Seth. But the towns people will probably disagree.

"Ok~❤️!" He agrees and raises his right hand with nails facing outward. Each twinkles with a magical light, illuminating each with a twilight sheen, starting from thumb and ending at pinky finger. He clenches his fist and makes an imaginary circle around his body with his arm, twirling it while pivoting on his heels.

He opens his hand, light gathering just above his body and colliding with his skin. A glove appears in its place. He claps his hands together and his left hand is suddenly gloved as well. He brings his hands to his neck and touches the divot where his collar bones meet: a ribbon appears, lengthening and tying itself into a beautiful bow. Energy gathers in front of him and releases upon his body, forming a skintight sort of mixture of a tuxedo and future wear, all white with light blue accents that match his magic. The red gemstone attached to his forehead appears, as well as a pair of wings mounted on his upper shoulders. “Let’s dance!”

He analyses his surroundings: luckily, the crowd setting was entirely a mosh pit, with no chairs in sight. The dead bodies would prove troublesome, but at least those who are still alive seem to be running while he and Jiyu distract the main enemies. He nods to himself. Other than the obstacles of the bodies littering the floor, the city population would appreciate any damage be directed at the sky instead of the city. He takes a running start and jumps into the sky, wings heaving, carrying him into the sky. He spins around, ribbons of light streaming from his feet and wingtips. "Mitus!" he kisses his fingertips and a golden heart forms above his hands. He grabs it and swings it in the direction of the enemies. The heart multiplies and collides onto itself, converging and launching itself as a glowing heart shaped particle. "Solis Amor!" It explodes onto the main singer in a flurry of heart-shaped cuts. A beam of light bursts through her as she screams and falls to the ground. She grumbles and the wound closes, while looking up at Seth, clearly angry. She moves her head toward him and screams, a beam of red energy exploding from her mouth and into the air. He maneuvers in the air to avoid the attack, the enemy moving her head, chasing after him. Spinning in the air, a ring of water forms, following the ends of his hands. It grows larger and he launches it at the beam, disturbing it for long enough for him to escape higher into the sky. The backup vocals seem to be paying attention to him as well. Grumbling to themselves, probably frustrated that they are not in the air anymore. Sucks to suck, ha.

While in the air, he glances around. Jiyu mentioned that she would be able to fight with a bow. His eyes roll over the many booths lining the streets. It IS an art festival, and what is an art festival without a artisan sandalwood bow or sword.

Among the panicking citizens, he spots an abandoned booth with antique weapons, pens, and other knick knacks laying around. He hopes Jiyu can deescalate the situation for him while he’s gone. "I’ll be back," he shouts, hopefully within earshot of her. He nosedives toward the booth, which was actually in the direction they came from, near the Silver Moon Inn. Briefly before he would hit the ground, he opens his wings and glides to avoid collision. He sprints towards the back of the tent, where some weapons are laid out for purchase. He grabs a wooden bow and a single, iron arrow. Hopefully, this would suffice.

"Mitus!" The ground below him crackles with magic as a rune appears below him. "Lunares Lapin!" The magic surges and propels him upwards. He bursts through the canvas tent, launching into the sky and soaring over the festival, back to the above the stage. He unfurls his wings and hovers in the sky, clutching the bow, considering the best way to hand it off to her. Uhh. He COULD throw or drop it. His only advantage currently is his altitude. He’s sure it won’t break. "Above you~" he says, before tossing the bow and singular arrow in her general direction. (1856)

"Alright!" Hold back the enemies without hurting them? He has no qualms about a few scratches on them, but if it’s for the guild’s reputation…

He yeets his way to the ground, almost like a missle. At the last minute he unfurls his wings and lands onto the cobblestone plaza. "Hah~!" He looks one of the dancers straight in the eyes. Seth extends both of his arms and closes his palms. "Mitus," dark magic forms within the grip of his hands and leaks through the creases of his grip. "Lunares Ira!" He spins around and opens his hands, dark magic waterfalling onto the ground and covering the stage. It ripples and crashes over itself, the incorporeal inky water phasing through the enemy’s feets and creating a somewhat perfect circle around Seth. The aggressors within his space suddenly LOOK as if a weight is bearing onto them, hunching slightly and moving visible slower. Seth and Jiyu, however, move at normal speed. He roundhouse kicks the dancer in the torso, enough to knock them down but not enough for it to hurt. Hopefully it will not leave a bruise if it turns out to be someone.

Within all of this, he can’t help but notice how… Cool? Jiyu is. Her flow in battle is admirable, as well as her trash talk. More to learn from her, he supposes.

“No signs of possession,” Jiyu says. Even better news. No time to wait, he rushes closer to incapacitated main vocal. It seems stunned at his sudden approach.

A voice within him dares to burst out: "How dare you prey on the liveliness the youth and threaten the spirit of the festival! Events where people of all backgrounds can coexist are sacred and indispensable! The fact that you impede on this is unforgivable!" Seth opens his posture, widening the space between his feet. He bends forward, folding his fingers into a peace sign, pointing at the beast. He draws his arms out and around, creating a crescent, half-moon shaped gesture with the movement. "Maiden of Magic, clad in a twilight cloak that swallows the sun, I am Eclipsis! In the name of the cosmic sky, I will defeat you."

The monster seems somewhat offended, if not, confused at least at his statement. Regaining some control over his voice, he manages to began chanting the beginnings of his next spell. "Mitus!" A backup vocal from behind him slashes with a thorned arm, gashing into his lower leg. Whatever spell he was planning on using is quickly cancelled. He seethes in pain, literally, making a hissing sound from sucking air through his gritted teeth. "Uh," he looks at Jiyu instinctively. For help? Maybe. Probably more of a friendly, “did that just happen?” more than anything. He blinks a few times and his horn releases an extremely bright flash of light. During, he heaves his wings and launches himself into the sky, totally bleeding down his leg and onto the stage. Really, flying is his only advantage in this fight. His hands glow a ocean blue and he awkwardly bends over in the air to touch his wounded leg. Initially stinging, his magic enveloping his calf and closing the wound, with bloodstains as the only evidence of injury.

His brow furrows. He stretches his wings, and increases the vigor of their steady beat from treading air. Moving higher into the sky, he considers his next move. He shouldn’t move too far from Jiyu, lest something happen she has to use her magic. Mass destruction isn’t really on his checklist, or Jiyu’s… or the guild’s either. A delicate hand is needed, perse. He moves his right hand in front of him, palm up. "Mitus," he says, materializing his words into a silver, moon shaped figure floating just above his palm. "Lunares." A silver outline sparks into existence. Like quicksilver seeping through a porous sheet of paper, it shines and spreads, forming a perfect circle. It continues for a second more, before evening planing across the area it encloses. The silver plate shines and morphs into a near perfect picture of the moon. Shimmering powerfully, iridescent bursts of cobalt light move like lightning between the silver mural and Seth’s airborne body. Gathering the energy and glowing a pale yellow, his hands form a beautiful pink sphere of energy in its encapsulated air. "Niteo!" The lunar portrait disappears and bolts of pinkish energy surge around his body and he launches the sphere at the main enemy, the leader and vocal. As it soars through the sky, it twist and slightly deforms itself against its own momentum.

He blinks, and misses the moment of impact.
The harsh noise of monster screaming is enough to draw his attention back towards his target. Still hovering squarely above the beast, he draws a heart with the index fingers of both of his hands. "Stage out!" The mass of evil energy clearly is almost defeated, one more solid attack and it should be taken care of. Then, he can move onto its minions. (2693)

OoC: I was feeling some strong magical girl vibes while writing this. <3 I hope you don't mind. Once again I'm super tired while writing this so it might be a little confusing in places. If you have any questions please ask me~!

He hears chuckling and chortles from the enemies cowering in the stands. Keyword, covering. Whatever. Dead things can’t laugh. He hops slightly and begins treading air. As long as he stays in the air, he has the advantage. So far, the only one able to attack in the air is the main singer, and she currently is… busy… writhing in pain. Writhing is an attractive word for whatever she’s doing, too. Her body, made of noodle like particles is folding in and over itself like a baker kneading dough. Or a pot of water being stirred.

As much as he enjoys watching the display, the town is still in very much peril. Sooner or later the monster will recover and begin her attack again. The air moved by his wings slightly move the hair of those on the stage. Suddenly, the air stands still. Wispy, silver light sparks from his toes and covers his body, whereas after his enlightened form morphs into that of a winged (and horned, evidently) horse. His snow white fur glistens in the strong sun. A gemstone protruding from the top of his snout flashes once. Energy gathers at the tip of his long, golden horn and forms into a beautiful, pearl wand. The shaft and tip is long and lustrous, matching his horn’s appearance almost perfectly. The handle is a lyre shaped or heart shaped holster of an unknown metal with a large gemstone sitting where they meet with the shaft.

Shimmering spotlights illuminate the surrounding area as the horsey mage morphs back into his human form. The wand drifts into his hands. He grips it, softly, and points it up at the sky. Marble wings emerge from the gemstone sitting on its base. He lifts his knee and right arm, still holding the wand and channels his mana, beginning at the sole of his grounded foot. It loops around the circuit made by his other foot roughly meeting his other knee. It travels up to his heart area where it increases in power, once again, before focusing on his right hand, which holds his wand. Shining with divine power, he moves the wand forward and he sets his foot on the ground. Power behinds surging through the wand, slightly pushing him back in the air. "Moon," a silver circle of reflecting light forms around the tip of the wand, "Gorgeous," the wand itself glows bright white, "Meditation!" The surround silver, refracting light grows in ferocity and turn into a flurry of ice shards, twisting and flying towards the main enemy as well as her backup.

She screams, loudly, enough to make Seth want to cover his ears and she gets butchered into tiny pieces. She screams, ‘Stage out!,” as she dies, mimicking Seth’s original statement. Her backup are not spared from the shot either. Any not immediately defeated, stare blankly ahead, trapped in an illusion of flashing lights. Whatever happens next is yet undecided by fate. One would only hope more enemies would not appear. (3194)

OoC: Same deal as before lol. Also feel free to spawn in more enemies.