DOWNPOUR;; GROUP JOB

I will be rolling the monster dice until I get any two rolls that are not a boss~ <3

Loud chatter drowns out the background music in the Silver Moon Inn. It's Friday, and hoards of exhausted businesswomen and businessmen pack into local pubs and nightclubs to clean away their problems with food and drink. Luckily, Rose Garden, known for its lively nightlife provides a fun and usually safe environment for a blackout drunk. Eager for a quick buck, Seth regularly waits tables and uses his 'talents' to persuade large amounts of tips from his customers. However, today, the main vocalist of the usual band fell and broke her leg apparently and they needed a replacement. He volunteered, of course, if the only audience he can perform in front of is a tavern full of uninterested drunkards, so be it. So, he sings. He isn't a prodigy or anywhere near as skilled as the usual songstress, but he is still a capable singer in his own right. Despite a few ill notes here and there, he still thought he did pretty good: and the drunk taverns-people apparently didn't notice his mistakes either. After a moderate amount of applause, he steps off of the stage and walks into the guild-member's only section; he then sits on a dusty barrel next to crates full of restaurant supplies, napkins, to-go boxes, and the like. He was wearing an open-back sweater and a pair of faded vinyl pants, which he shortly changed out of. The loose top and tight bottom combination was sorely uncomfortable. He put on a pair of plush joggers and a loose v-neck tee shirt and let his hair down. Bobby pins fly everywhere. He doesn't remember putting THAT many in.

After a moment of decompressing after his day, he takes a swig of ice water and pressed his face into his hands. It had been cloudy ALL week long. He even had to eat human food TWICE in the last few days. He got used to not pooping. Early in the morning, he stretched under the bright tavern light trying to absorb as much light as possible. Such was the life of someone to photosynthesize. He was so tired. He pops behind the bar and looks for the orange juice used to make screwdrivers and pours himself a cup and then chugs it, to the dismay of several customers. That should keep him from passing out for a day, at least. Speaking of, the clouds have been unusually thick lately, as if blocking more sunlight than usual... And his magic wasn't able to force the clouds open to reveal the sun, like it usually does. Maybe it was just a bad case of smog. Or a magical prank gone wrong. He wouldn't put it above humanity. But whatever. The point was, it sucked. It might start raining soot soon, as far as he knows. Then, he heard it. He was on the ground floor of a multi-story building, but he could hear it. Rain, sheets of it, pouring down from the skies, as if the clouds had been indecisive to when to start raining. The rest of the tavern must have heard it, too, as the babbling of the customers dimmed as they listened into it as well. At least it isn't smog. Ugly, ripping noises of thunder echo through the awe-stricken populace. Seth steps into the main atrium of the tavern to join in. For a few relatively peaceful moments, the people mutter and gossip about the weather while some still hack away at their food.

All is good until a gust of wind makes the large door of the tavern blast open. Gasps of surprise turn into screams as... purple..? disgusting-looking wind pours through the door. The people sitting closest to the entrance, a group of new recruits into Black Rose, instinctively spring up and rush to close the door, breathing in large amounts of the horrible air. It came to be unusually silent. Citizens living in a magical world have certainly seen more... surprising things. And they ARE sitting in a guild hall with many powerful mages sitting in the back or upstairs. Dull confusion turns into panic as the three mages collapse to the floor, coughing and spitting. From their mouth and nose, gas flows out, flickering like a weak light in the wind. Two clones of each mage appear, six copies in total, with pallid skin and glowing purple eyes. They looked ready, as well. With each group of look-alike clone's magic sparking at their fingertips: glowing embers, small snowflakes, and crackling sparks. Bartends and waiters rush to let guests into the back rooms of the inn, the main room quickly being emptied with a few tipped over tables about. It looks like the clones--well, whatever they are--want a fight. Seth braces himself and calls out, "Are there any mages nearby? There's a... situation!" (800/2000)

His call did not go unanswered. From various parts of the guild, mages respond. The first to arrive, Victoria, he recognized. A friend of a friend, he knew of her from the small talk he makes with other guildmates.. Only good things. Unless… That was a backhanded compliment they said. Nevermind. Surely it wasn’t implied.

This focus is distracted by a voice, "Before all the fighting starts, I have to know something. What's your name?" He does not turn his head, but moves his eyes to look at the new person.

"It’s Seth," he said plainly, not letting onto any particular emotion, but not rudely, either. Another person bounds into the scene, sopping wet. Probably from the private bath house, which he hasn’t visited yet. "I… don’t know what’s happening.". Soon after, another person arrives, which he also doesn’t recognize. Silence falls over the room for a second and Seth tries to think. Even with the amount of backup that came to his call, they are still outnumbered. He already knows the enemy’s magic, if not by the obvious displays rounding their hands, the aura protruding from them. Even if the original mages were less experienced than himself, which they were, the clones made from them exude a powerful and slightly off-putting aura.

Right. The beginnings of a plan come to him.

"Mitus!" he extends his right arm and opens his hand. A golden motif resembling a golden crescent moon appears. Golden light surrounds his arm, swirling around his wrist and fingers, before dramatically slowing and turning an inky black. "Lunares," he clasps his hand, pulling the shadow into his palm, the area immediately surround his hand darkening. "Ira!" He sprawls his hand backwards and twirls his arm about his body, magic seeping from his hand onto the ground. The magic creates a circle around his perimeter. It immediately expands to cover most of restaurant interior. Dark mist spouts from the ground and swirls around ominously. The enemies flinch in response, visibly struggling to keep themselves upright for a minute. They quick fix their posture, but seem to move quite slower. He shouldn’t waste time before they begin attacking. "I increased their their weight and decreased their speed," he says. He begins preparing another spell, opening his right hand. "Quickly! What are your magics? We need to strategize hastily." A different golden symbol appears in his hand, resembling an artist’s depiction of the sun. "Mitus," he chants, before closing his palm around his hand, yellow and green lights spilling between the openings between his fingers. He braces his stance, slightly stomping each of his feet. Sparks appear at the ground, before exploding in white embers, swirling around his torso, and following his arm as he lifts it above his head. "Solis," the ribbon-like flames begin spiraling around his hand, increasing in speed as the flames grow larger. The embers suddenly explode into a large mass of bright, white flames. "Aestus!" he throws the fiery mass onto the ground the enemies stand on. They all recoil, some fall to the ground and others pat out parts of their outfit that were set on fire. They stand up with some effort and goad their magic.

The tempest clone closest to Seth, the lightning mage, by the look of it, crosses her hands and an bright, X-shaped mass of lightning appears between them. She grunts and releases an arc of lightning at him. He manages to move in time, but his leg catches on a table and he trips, falling and allowing his left foot to be hit by the electricity. The other clones are bound to release their attacks at any minute as well. (800+612 = 1412/2000)

Seth isn't unaccustomed to bar fires. The alcohol on the floor and Fang's fire attack quickly ignites most of the bar area. Which he's in. So much for the evening drink he wants to get. Anyways, despite his leg -- which is kind of twitching randomly, ew -- he uses his remaining limbs to heave himself closer to the nearest thing on the ground. A barstool. Well, it's better than nothing. The flames explode in a fiery rage, licking around the mostly useless barstool, threatening to burn his skin. He recoils back, the fire biting at his skin. Eventually, the flames stop, and the two remaining clones struggle, but get up eventually. He better get up, too, before any of the wounds become permanent.

Seth focuses his mana and his eyes begin shining a bright, light blue. He blinks and the light materializes into a beam, traveling to his leg, where it covers the wound in a bright blue light. His leg stops twitching and the redness of the wound disappears. He puts his weight on his better leg and then on his previously wounded one, initially struggling but regaining his balance after a quick second. He stares down the enemies in the fire, heat radiating onto his face, causing him to squint his eyes slightly. He steps back a few feet, his shoes clacking against the satin-finished wood floor, away from the bulk of the fire. Ignoring the all-over stinging of his body’s exposure the the fire, he extends both of his arms and opens both of his palms.

“Mitus!”
Golden motifs appear in both of his hands, sparkling light emitting from them.
“Lunares Cressoire!”
He lifts both of his hands above his head, forming an X-shaped cross with his forearms.
“Double!”
Closing both of his palms and then slashing both of his arms downward, a bright light begins engulfing his hands and wrists. Trailing behind the light on his hand, a comet-tail-like, crescent shaped blade of light materializes and launches itself at the enemy, bright sparkles and star-shaped particles behind it. They travel towards the enemy while spinning, creating a halo-like projectile that hits both of the remaining enemies squarely. Upon contact, they disappear and the tempest-clones’ bodies glow a bright white light before they collapse to the ground defeated.

The bar fire, however, should still probably be put out next, lest the rest of the building’s structural stability be put in danger. He stands up with his leg now being useful able enough to support his weight. He focuses his mana again, spreads his legs slightly and moves his arms through the air, almost like he’s swimming (but standing up). From behind him, water vapor gathers and gathers into a cloud-like apparition of mist in front of him. He stills his arms and the cloud flattens and condenses, providing enough water to extinguish the flames.

Now that the immediate threat is neutralized, he focuses on his de facto teammates -- who despite their powerful magics -- all ended up sustaining some sort of injury and probably would like some first-aid. Healing magic IS pretty hard to come by these days, honestly. Without a word -- which would probably be rude, considering their current business of being in pain -- he turns and opens his palm. He lifts it above his head and chants, "“Mitus!” The golden crescent moon in his hand releases small spotlights in all directions, before he closes his palm and waves his arm in the general direction of where the others were taking cover. ”Lunares Clarleo!" he shouts, before a wide wave of light washes over them, healing the other (as well as himself) as a very loud tubular bell-like sound reverberates throughout the enclosed space. Loud enough for you to want to cover your ears, but it isn’t really irritating enough to actually plug them either. Seth is used its sound, at least.

He exhales and relaxes for a second, closing his eyes and straightening his back out. His vision blurs, maybe from exhaustion, and purple sparks appear on the ground nearest to the door. Purple mist spouts from the ground and plume up into humanoid figures, taking on the form of Seth and his teammates. It looks like the boss finally appeared. Luckily they form inside the increased gravity zone, the effects on their agility immediately taking effect. He does a mental uh-oh. He looks around the room. It doesn’t look like there are any mirror-like surfaces large enough to block his spells. They are in for a good fight. (758) (2170/2000 Done! <3)


OOC: Our word counts are probably going to be finished in our next posts. It would be pretty litty if we could finish the battle in the next few posts as well~ If we don’t I can use my lineage spell and probably finish them off if we really needed.

Note: If ya want to get technical; Lunares Clarleo, the healing spell I used on y’all did C+ healing (68 HP) * 1.25 (Lineage) * 1.45 (Soothing Touch UA) * 1.45 (Lunar Gifts UA) = 179 total HP restored.

Seth knew from his own knowledge of his magic that he had to act quickly if not for the sake of his group, his own. He stares down his clone and tries not to think about the mental effect of killing a copy of himself. Nothing a pill or two could fix. His eye almost twitches. Enough about his personal problems for today. He should take this as an opportunity to release his self hatred and anger. He could be imagining, but the feeling is mutual between him and the clone.

"Mitus!" He shouts, this time without stretching his hand. He takes a step forward and aligns his right foot at a ninety degree angle with the toes of his other foot, with his inner heel sticking out. A golden light covers his feet and he begins to twist his body to his left, moving his arms and torso to a magical beat marked by a light pulsating in the magic lights on his feet. He sweeps his right leg outwards and moves his arms across his torso in opposite, diagonal directions, before stopping his leg and pulling his body toward its landing point. A red font of magical light appears underneath his foot. He continues, quickly, and repeats the process six more times, hopping and spinning for about six more seconds before he stands in a complete ring of rainbow lights. "Solis Scurtio!" he says, the lights converging onto his body, highlighting his silhouette. He feels a wave of power flow through him, goaded even further by Mayumi’s support.

The clone grumbles to itself and crudely slashes its arm in the air in front of itself, copying one of Seth’s previous spells, sending a wave of light towards him. It was launched horizontally and knowing his spell, he drops to the ground, landing on his back, the crescent wave missing him by about a third of a meter.

"Mitus!" he says, wondering if the original creator of his magic knew how much he would mutter that word, while beginning to levitate off of the ground in a gold light. His body returns into an upright position, and a large motif of a detailed full moon appears behind him. Absorbing rays of energy from it, he braces his hands and a misty, glowing pink sphere appears within a space between his hands. "Lunares Niteo!" he says before he throws the sphere at his clone and then returns to the ground. The buffed-out attack struck with such force that it knocks the clone back into the bar, where it screams silently and writhes with pain.

He brings both of his hands above his head and his fingernails and eyes glow a bright yellow. He shakes his hands and and moves his arms to his side, his whole body glowing with a golden light. He mutters the incantation quietly this time, feeling slightly stupid for saying the same word so many times. He then jumps forward, with a comet-like trail behind him flying across the inside of the inn and into his clone, utterly destroying the bar, but defeating his clone--where it disappears into a puff of black mist. He hopes his allies are doing well, as well. (537) (2706/2667 Finished, again! <3)

OoC: With all of the buffs from Mayumi and my own magic, my spells did some good damage. I did the calculations freehand on my phone calculator but I can provide them if anyone wants them.