Juliet tired of this "festive event." She turned to Jariel, a smile on her face.
"Nice," the mage uttered, grateful to him for taking care of another one of the elementals. He was currently... glowing, as a result, but hopefully, there were no negative consequences to his actions. Being lit up like a space disco ball wasn't too bad of a price to pay in exchange for defeating the poisonous creatures; in fact, it was almost a benefit. Glancing towards her fellow mage, Juliet winced. On second thought, no, she would not go that far. Making a dash towards the nearest elemental, the blonde whirled her axe through the air, slashing through them but wincing as they reformed effortlessly. It seemed as though taking care of these wouldn't necessarily be as simple as she had assumed. However, JJ was doing work. His business seemed to be the destruction of plasma elementi, what with how he blasted them with light and the pure power of his fists. She watched first as he managed to destroy the majority of their bodies with tight punches, apparently gathering their life force and recombobulating it into further power. How the cycle of life turned, she supposed, or more accurately, how the cycle of slayers went. In the same mindset as her own, Juliet thought she could detect just how unamused he was by the techie, snobbish girl. Although her expression betrayed that she was not feeling completely secure any longer, her actual positioning didn't give off any sign of heading to another location. Instead, she began to type slightly furiously, and Juliet narrowed her eyes. While it was possible she was sending videos of their activities to media outlets, or some other outlandish stunt to try to get them in trouble, there were more likely scenarios. For example, she could have been recording their abilities to pass on to her comrades.
Either way, Juliet felt unsettled in her presence. Just as she was turning to go (after all, it wasn't really acceptable to go ahead and smack her around without having done anything violet or outwardly wrong in particular) she heard JJ speak up. His cordial behavior managed to force the mage to relax; if her guild mate felt as though they could reasonably leave this girl to her own devices for now, she felt alright with going along. Suddenly, her fellow mage made a mad break for something out of her vision, in a direction that led to some place she had no idea of. Squaring her shoulders, Juliet forced her way through the throng of other partygoers to follow after him. As she was doing so, however, the crest on her back began to burn. Sinking into her skin, she winced as the magic enveloped her body. The mage struggled to steady her breathing, chanting to herself to stay calm and not let any sign of pain show on her face. This was not really the time for her old scars to resurface, and the girl had no intention of allowing her crest to derail her from the current situation. However, the pain soon became unbearable, and against her will, tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. Gritting her teeth, Juliet tried to pull herself together, before she finally realized that there might be a reason behind these happenings. The crest did sense imminent danger, although it was definitely finnicky and unreliable when it came to predictions. After all, there had been no twang of pain when the elementi were showing up. That didn't mean, though, that now was a fluke. Calming down a little now that she realized the origin of the crest's irritation, Juliet reached out with her magic, sensing the area around herself. She followed the slight magic signatures until she reached the stage where the two Illyas were doing very different things.
Both had a performance of sorts going on. One, the shorter haired Illya, was very high up in the DJ booth, messing with the equipment. Assuming she was trying to play music, Juliet felt tempted to call out in support of her before she shuddered. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if she were recognized? She dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands as she made a resolution to clap and cheer, should she manage to get the songs working. Other than that, the blonde couldn't promise enthusiastic or outward support; it simply wasn't her style. Much to the mage's surprise, a loud clamor of music began to sound out from the speakers, with a strong, thumping beat that had the crowd going wild. Well, even if the choice had seemed inadvertent, Juliet was relieved that her guild mate was doing alright. She searched the stage again for the other Illya who she had spotted earlier. The girl was easily found, because she was just accepting a microphone, standing in the center of the raised platform. This was about to be another one of her infamous speeches. On this occasion, though, the words pouring out of her mouth did seem to be an actual announcement type deal, the kind idols gave at concerts. So Illya had plenty of practice with that, and it was coming out now. Juliet felt relieved that she wasn't going to be the victim of death by microphone amplified rambling at the moment. Unsurprisingly, the other girl still spoke her mind. She offered to give the crowd a concert, which the blonde wasn't sure every one of them appreciated. Even if the majority did know of Illya Pegasus, not everyone at this rave did or even was a fan of hers. However, she couldn't judge, and it wasn't like Juliet to be the unsupportive type. Especially when she had called her out like that. The mage wasn't blushing, it was only the lighting.
Just then, Juliet caught a movement near the front of the stage, among the crowd. The form of a dark clothed figure with cybernetic armor emerged, stepping onto the stage. Her eyes narrowed, suspecting he was up to no good; despite the techno vibe that many of the rave attendees had going on, none exactly showed up in
armor. Immediately increasing the rate at which she shoved through the crowd, the mage barely managed to make it close enough to teleport forward the moment she saw his arms move. Colliding with the blast that flew from his chest plate, Juliet's crest wrapped around her as she took the brunt force of the blow, pale violet magic exploding out and coating her skin. As she panted, her body bruised even though it had technically blocked the blow, she glared at the Beta. At this point, words were unnecessary. She wasn't much of a talker, anyway. Dashing forward, a silver knife materialized in her hand and was immediately brought down in a swooping arc that just barely missed his shoulder when he dodged right. Spinning her axe around in her hand, Juliet ignored the crowd in favor of attacking the idiot who had attempted to cause trouble. Unlike the plasma elementi, this one had more of a physical form and was perfect for her weapons. She held out her axe, pointing it straight at the man. A powerful burst of energy sprung from the blade, slamming into him and knocking the breath from his lungs. Served him right for doing the same to her earlier... Juliet sliced across his torso with her axe, sending him stumbling back. Even though his armor might have taken the majority of the hit, undoubtedly, he was still injured. How badly was unclear.
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