Lights 'n Rousal [Event | Mythica]

Job Info:

*beat*
*beat*
*BEAT*
*BEAT, BEAT*

Man, what a banger that was rushing through. This one, magical night, Mura ditched the earphones as his surroundings provided him with the music that he needed - it was time to rave, as one would say. His head banging uncontrollably to the catchy rhythms and dropping beats from classics and favorite bands of his playing their ecstatic songs in such fashion that made everyone know that tonight was rocking. Okay, whoever came up with this event - the Urban Nights - was an absolute genius and had won Mura’s heart; I mean, look around!

The streets were painted in neon lights! Such strong, contrasting colors; screaming nuances of blue, green, purple and orange. Some people were even dotted with these paints, but nobody paid any mind to it. If anything, it helped them blend in with the surroundings. Graffiti was widespread too; words like ‘SMASHING’ and ‘URBAN NIGHTS’ were drawn on the walls, floors and poles around the capital. DJ booths were spread out, so there wasn’t a single soul out of the vicinity of the musical waves from one of these. With all of this happening, how had Mura gotten here?

He had prepared days in advance. His wear was black and had strong, yellow edges and lines on it that reflected the same, neon lights from the surrounding decorations. His hair was tied in a spiky bush, and he, Kyuken and Zirconis were more than ready to stroll through Crocus and party. While the two ghosts couldn’t don anything specific for the occasion, they too were curious enough about this new event to accompany Mura.

Although they got lost quite quickly…

HOWEVER! None of that mattered, for Mura had no reason to feel lonely without those two spirits by his side. Today, or rather tonight, was a privileged night, for… oh wait, she wasn’t here…

…

N-Nevermind that! Mythica was probably busy with her business… although, it stung his heart a little. It would’ve been fun to hang out with her tonight.

He managed to distract himself away from those sad thoughts when a DJ’s booth reeled him into a booth. The DJ appeared to recognize him, and his next words would conclude that assumption. “Hey, hey! Let’s have a Wizard Saint up on the tableeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” His sudden enthusiasm to pull Mura up on the stage caused a small pearl of sweat to trickle off of Mura’s forehead, but it seemed that the DJ just wanted Mura to try his job out. Whether if it was for fun or if he was secretly trying to mock the Saint by having him fail miserably in front of hundreds, Mura saw no reason why not to try… at the very least…

*hyUCK*

Oh, there was a hiccup… anyways-

As he walked up the small stairway to reach the disc table where all the music was administrated from, Mura happened to stumble upon the spirit of a deceased, young man. “… Wait, you can see me?!” the ghost spoke up in a mild shock, and Mura nodded silently as the other DJ next to him paid no mind to what he couldn’t see or hear.

“T-That’s perfect! Hey, you’re like famous around here, right?! Listen, I’ve been around here for a while, and nobody can see me! I think I’m losing my mind or something…!”

“Uh…”

Things took a dark turn when Mura explained to the ghost that he was actually dead. As Mura stod in front of the disc table and saw all the tools and devices in front of him - including a disc player and two, wide and black discs that could be moved around by his own hands - the ghost wiped away his sobs and got an idea. “Hey… can I ask for a favor, pleeeeaaaaaaaase? I’ve always wanted to do this…”

“… D-Do wha-“

… … … … … …


And that was how Mura suddenly managed to blow away the audience with sharp, blasting beats and tunes from the discs in his hands as if he had been working as a professional DJ for ages. While nobody else noticed his conversation with the ghost due to the music, Mura had let himself be possessed by said ghost so his last wish of playing for an audience as a DJ like this could be fulfilled.

Tears could be seen flowing down the possessed Mura’s cheeks… tears of gratitude…

WC: 739/2000

Rolling for dance-off

The member 'Mura Kensho' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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'Monster Dice' :

The man possessing Mura watched the crowd perform their dances effortlessly to the sick beats he dropped with the discs under his fingers. He felt like a DJ god up on the stage, having his subjects submit their bodies and souls via the flow of music reaching their ears. It was thrilling, ecstatic, and it made his day despite the fact that he died quite recently. Mura sure made his last day in Earthland unforgettable, in which a faint, bright light surrounded the shaman’s body.

Guess you’re satisfied with this world, Mura spoke to the ghost possessing his body internally, Was it fun?

I-It was… amazing! SIMPLY AMAZING- MY GOD, YOU’RE A MIRACLE WORKER! DID YOU SEE ALL OF THEM?! THEY LOVED ME!

Mura’s own conscience held back inside of his body managed to chuckle at the strange man’s reply. That would conclude their time together, and the man was about to release himself from the shaman’s body when-

The shock coming from the sudden realization that someone was right behind you all along caused his entire body to shiver, forcing the ghost out in a humorous fashion. “PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT- oh, M-Mythica?!” Mura spoke up once he came to his senses and spotted his wife’s face. Her heaty request caused a flare to rise on his face, and he was more than ready to jump down the stage and have that unforgettable night. Getting lost in the beats and techno-themed songs blasted from the speakers, surrounded by adamant, neon lighting and dozing off into the night streets sounded like a teenager’s heaven.

“W-Woah, your outfit… looks good…!” Mura rewarded her with words of compliments towards her brand-new attire. Her skirt looked very traditional to a nation whose name was on his tongue, but he couldn’t quite be sure. Other than that, it definitely drew his eyes in. I can even see a bit… just a tiny bit of her underboob, his thoughts informed him as his eyes followed up across her bare stomach up to her delicate bust, … T-That’s so sexy…

Once when the couple entered the dance floor, Mura could still see the DJ from the stage sort of lift an eyebrow in confusion. Mura just did so well, and he already left… oh well, it was time for the actual DJ to do his job, and boy did he do his job well. The next mixtape vibrated through the ground and could be felt a tiny bit by people’s feet, but it was now that Mura actually noticed how people danced. They… woah, how could human beings bend their limbs like that? It looked easy enough, but Mura had to hold in account that most civilians here in Crocus couldn’t even perform magic.

At first, he didn’t really want to dance as much as he just wanted to have some private time with Mythica. That was thrown out of the window when a pair of identical girls glared at the two wizards, revealing that a circle had been formed around the four of them.

The pair pointed at them and one of them spoke up: “You! We challenge you to a dance-off, Saint of Fortitude and… w-who are you?”

Okay, maybe there was a bit too much of a gap in popularity between Mura and Mythica, but he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her as, clearly, she deserved recognition too. At first, Mura held that pinch of pain within himself and was about to introduce himself and Mythica to them: “She’s my wi-“

But the twins pushed him over the edge with their next words, completely dismissing his attempt at exchanging a greeting: “N-Nevermind you, just let us have a dance-off!”

Disrespect of that sort was unacceptable in Mura’s vicinity, especially against his beloved wife. Infuriated, and slightly affected by the beverages he drank beforehand, he pointed at the two of them with violently poking eyes and spat: “Don’t you ‘nevermind’ my love, you disrespectful pair of hags! Do you kiss your mother with those mouths of yours?!” It was a tad strange to see Mura flip out in the middle of a crowd like this, for without intoxication, he would be far more reserved, “You want a dance-off, huh?! We’ll send you flying! Let’s show them, Mythica…!” The blush on his cheeks, his deep eyes out of focus, and his soft hiccups would reveal his descending state of being thanks to the alcohol from earlier.

“We’ve trained for so long, so we can definitely win this! What’ya say?!”

“Nuh-uh! You’ll lose, big time!”

At the moment, Mura was all talk, for he had little to no experience in the field of any sort of urban dancing, let alone something as simple as breakdancing. The twins started first, and they had likely taken their time practicing their dance, for they were quite skilled and synchronized. Not too bone-breaking, but they were a challenge.

…

…

Could Mythica dance like that? Or were they at a disadvantage? The pressure of the situation caused Mura to sweat a little; how could he overlook his lack of skill in breakdancing? Not only did he need to be able to dance as fluently, but it was a double-dance-off, so Mythica had to follow suit, and he knew nothing about her level of skill in dancing. Oh, c’mon, this wasn’t happening, was it…

!!!

His body jolted forward as if someone pushed him from behind. From Mythica’s perspective, a faint, magical presence entered Mura through his back and spread out across his body before a smirk appeared on his face, a smirk that was kindly unrecognizable. “… O-Oohhhhh,” Mura spoke up in a mild surprise, his face back to normal, “Hey, Mythica, someone’s gonna help me, so just follow my moves, a’right?”

And there he went, starting to bend his knees and breakdance by approaching the twins as if he had practiced for years. Where this came from was unknown to them…

WC: 990
TWC: 739 + 990 = 1729/2000

It appeared that Mythica was just as eager to grind them down in their own battle as the shaman was. However, he quickly came to notice that a scent… no, a screen of magic was lifted around his wife’s person, clearly indicating that she was doing the same thing as he was; practically exploiting magic to gain the upper hand as they danced in unison. Mura wasn’t a thorough thinker when drunk… scratch that, Drunk Mura wasn’t a thorough thinker in general.

Anyway, their moves were smooth but abrupt and sharp in turns and jabs in the air, clearly sending that urban vibe that people came to this festival for. It wasn’t long before the twins decided to stop in the middle of their dancing and just spectate Mura’s and Mythica’s moves, even beginning to clap and whistle.

Aaaaaaaaand then he was stamped on his hand by some stranger. This shocked the shaman to the point where he was aiming the end of an iron sword grown out of his palm towards the dude who held his hands up. “W-Woah, watch out, it’s just a stamp…!” the dude explained to him with quite the amount of sweat pearls trickling down his skin, “You beat those two girls in dancing, right? Here, just for fun!” He would offer a stamp to Mythica as well before heading off to stamp other participants on the dance floor. It seemed that they were left to do their own thing once more.

“Huh… h-hey, follow me, Mythi-“ Mura spoke to her before grabbing Mythica’s arm and tugging her along, “I know a place…” He would attempt to move them both from the dance floors and into the calmer streets, still surrounded by the neon decorations but also away from all the jabbing movements. Here, most people hung out with their mates, and there was something in the air…

It was a random alley. Surrounded by three walls of three buildings along with a fence and one entrance into the small plaza, the people here spent quality time with their lovers, playmates, one-night-calls and other romances. Mura turned towards Mythica to face her as his entire face was tomato-red, and his breath was starting to build up…

And as he opened his mouth to suggest that they make out, one of the walls break down in a sudden burst! A liquid-like elemental clad in neon lights akin to the decorations suddenly wreaked havoc and annoyed the partygoers with burning acid. Mura’s face contorted into a face of fury and utter confusion as he roared: “N-NO! I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A CONFESSION! WHY DID YOU RUIN IT!?”

The liquid elemental wasn’t alone, though. A girl was sitting on top of the fence, eyeing her iLac and lifting her head up to spot the shaman. “… Hey, isn’t that the Wizard Saint of Fortitude? Lit,” she remarked upon seeing him, “… Wait… that means… shit… ah well, who the fuck cares, anyway? Oh, Beta liked my post…” She would dig down into her iLac once more, indifferent to the events around her.

WC: 516
TWC: 1729 + 516 = 2245/2000

Veins were pulsating on his forehead, anger rising in him. Shitheads, for interrupting them in their rendezvous. Mythica sounded equally pissed - in a her own, strange way as she found it quite amusing given by the tone in her voice, but lots of people would begin to chuckle or even laugh in dire situations or when broken down. However, Mythica was clearly more composed than that. That, he knew.

Now, speaking of composed… Mura wasn’t much so. His indulgence in alcohol before the present event had made him careless and lewd, so to step into the mindset of a samurai as always was a bit more difficult at first. On top of that, Kyuken was nowhere to be seen… neither was Zirconis. Where were they?! Mura was in dire need of their help! Half of his spells were only unlocked with their support!

Well, his other half of spells would do.

Mythica already laid ashes upon the liquid elemental, which conveniently donned the same, colorful nuances of the neon-like Urban Nights decorations. A small group of them tried to gang up on her, but given by her cackles and laughter, she found no difficulty in taking them down with her rifle. Mura had to cover his eyes when she had chained them all up and finished her battle with them by a large, ether explosion caused by the collision with a shell from her rifle. The girl accompanying them, however… she was nowhere to be seen.

Where had she gone? Mura asked himself this question, wondering if she cowered away after seeing his furious expression, but lo and behold, she actually had the balls to return! And this time, an armored knight was with her; his armor was unorthodox and sleek, smooth and dark, and his chest-piece held what looked like a speaker.

“Yeah, uh… you take care of them, bye!” Orcana spoke to the armored Beta before disappearing again, much to the Beta’s discomfort. Having just been bamboozled to take on two high-ranked wizards himself, he stood in preparation for any of their actions, his arms crossed in front of his chest to charge up what looked like mana coming from the air. He took an awful lot of time charging up, however, so as Mura just couldn’t take it anymore, his anger caused him to commit a grave taboo act against a fellow male…

A boulder rose up from the ground, commanded by a single step from the shaman, to slam right up onto the Beta’s royal jewelry. The mana having been charged was held on standby, and a moment of silence crossed the field… followed by a high-pitched shriek. The Beta fell to his knees in a moment of weakness, allowing Mura to close the distance and begin stomping him with all of his anger.

“Stupid. Damn. Idiots. Ruining. My. Night. For. Once. I. Just. Wanted. Fun. And. Mythica. But. You. Just. Step. In. And. Cock. Block. Me. You. God. Damn. Piece. Of. Shit. Hell-“ he cursed under his breath as the Beta kept trying to guard himself from the vicious wrath of Mura’s oversized shoes. In his deliriousness, he saw not the pink flame that ended up slamming him away from the Beta, ramming into a nearby fence as another figure approached and helped up his poor, harmed ally. A man that donned the garments of a classic, Midian samurai, but… once again, bathing in the colors of this event. Maybe they were going a bit too overboard with the theme, here…

“I suggest you two go home,” the samurai spoke in a voice muffled by his mask, “This Urban Night is a huge waste of time and resources. And the security? Laughable. Leave, or I’ll make you leave…” His katana waved in the air, mostly aimed at the shaman helping himself up from the broken fence. The Beta, not wanting to be knocked in the balls again, instead charged up his speaker on his chest and released a sound wave towards Mythica, one so strong that the ground cracked up when it passed by.

“U-Urgh… I don’t feel so good… Mythica… MYTHICA!!!!“

WC: 688

The Beta appeared beaten by Mythica’s mana-infused chains, but Mura had his hands full with the pseudo-samurai to keep an eye on his wife. The fucking asshole had momentum superior to the drunk shaman, but thankfully, Mura’s sudden and unpredictable bend-overs and leaps allowed him to avoid- ouch, a thin cut on the chest… to avoid more injuries than that.

“Urrrrrrrrgh, I don’t like any of this! Can’t you just leave us be?!” Mura began scolding the samurai and his bleeding companion. As he shouted so, a large, golden magic circle expanded from his feet. “I don’t know what your deal *hick* is-“ Mura’s body was surrounded in yellow lines that formed cubes sliced in smaller cubes all around him, slowly forming what looked like a humanoid being made of 3D layers. The form gained physical presence as a large, white robot suit - a mecha that quickly took its head out and spawned a laser sword from it. Standing in all its glory, it barely even used the blade; with its free hand, it grabbed the samurai and swung him around like a kid swinging an old doll around. This all finished with a slam against a nearby fence as Mura’s voice echoed through the digital speakers of the mecha.

“I’m only going to tell you this once. FUCK OFF.”

The front of the mecha’s chest opened up for Mura to leap out. He slid upon landing and fell on his face, quickly getting himself up before running towards Mythica. Now that the distraction was away… where was he?

Oh yeah!

“N-Now, we can make out… j-just you and me, nobody else here to see us…”

WC: 277