Insurrection (DT Rebuilding Part 1) [Closed]

Footsteps walked calmly through the raining lightning. The island's storm was as always, ferocious, with a constant stream of lightning falling in almost a rain like fashion. It was only thanks to a specially designed umbrella containing a Lightning Lacrima that he could even walk so calmly. He had a few hours of time before the natural lightning could overcharge it. The guild was very kind to give all members one of these. Warden, the man under the umbrella, enjoyed the smell of ionizing air particles. He had been away for a few days on an important, but overall lowly task. He left his son at the guild hall, under the protection of the more level-headed members he'd befriended. Warden was very mistrusting of news, and hadn't picked up any information pertaining to the events that transpired a couple days prior to this time. And thusly Warden was in for a shock.

What he saw before him, was not a guild. It was a rampant mob of the Guild's cultists. The sight was extremely shameful to say the least. Within and around the guild hall was just a rampaging hurricane of members attacking eachother, the insane psychopaths of the guild shouting something about Naraku. Lady Naraku was a very egotistical woman in her reign, a lot of the members of the guild worshipped her, making about 90% of the guild a group of cultists. Warden wasn't a cultist, but he respected her power, it was enough to lead a whole Guild of psychopaths and killers, much more than Warden himself could claim. Even the more powerful members of the guild didn't appear to be present. With the level of pathetic warring going on, Warden presumed them dead by this point. Thusly there weren't even powers similar to that of Naraku to focus on. So he would begin to walk through the crowd. He weaved through blows intended for others, not disturbing combat for anyone. No, their discomfort for their brawls was none of his concern. He made it to the door with hardly a scratch on him, though he wasn't perfect, he had some bruises on his chest and stuff, but he saved his face, which mattered.

He stared down the door to the hall, barricaded. Probably to seperate the fights more than to keep them out. Warden would place the tip of the umbrella into the keyhole, causing lightning to charge the whole guild hall, flinging the barricade aside. Warden would feel a sudden panic. Like he was missing something. A wave of spells seemed to retaliate at the door opening, and Warden wouldn't stay still. His appearance blurred for a moment, and he was already past the spell launchers, wearing armor with wings on it. "Christopher!?" he called out his son's name, a robotic tone stemming from the sound lacrima replacing his vocal cords that reminds him of his ruined life. The sight of the guild's war almost made him forget the only thing that kept him sane enough to bear with life. He heard mutterings of psychophants around him, but not the only thing that mattered. "CHRISTOPHER?!?" he would shout passionately, the voice modulating lacrima glitching to sound like a child's voice. A wave of people flung at him, weapons in hand, spellbound and otherwise. He would suddenly have a weapon in hand, "Yasha's Golden Flash!" The weapons around him shattered, all low quality. Warden listened through the raining shards of metal. He would resheathe the sword after a moment, and start walking, his eyes furious and worried in a combination that should never be seen. The most primal people ran away, and from under a table, Warden felt a tug on his pant leg.

His eyes shot down and he saw tiny hands holding on. "Daddy..." whined a weak, hoarse, and young voice. Warden would kneel down immediately, ducking under a slash, to see his son, bleeding from many cut wounds and a small burn scar about the size of a pebble an inch under his eye. "What the...?" Warden would stammer. He would pick his child up and headed right for the medical bay, flying right past the combat. Warden slammed his foot to the door and flung it open. Nobody conscious inside, Warden would set his boy on the healing bed. "Just... wait here," he would say. He would turn around and barricade the door shut for a bit with a chair. Warden would see that a large number of guild cultists were ready to assail him immediately. He gave a cold stare. He couldn't handle this situation, he used a bit too much magic too quickly. "So... It's come to this... Over a false goddess, an idol and nothing more," he spoke, the robotic tone making him seem a bit more gruff. "Instead of thinking about your life, you resort to violence to displace the false fury instilled in you. You attack eachother, harm the innocent, for a mishap with Naraku? Sickening," he would state. The eyes of the psychophants glanced down, considering his words.

Warden suddenly saw something, a twinkle of hope. He would smile a bit, "At least you are not completely lost." His words were satisfactory for now, the violent beasts were calmed. This gave him an idea. He would lead an insurrection. A war within the guild. His eyes lit up, "Follow me. We need to stop the senseless violence first, and then we work things out."

His words of sanity had moved at least this group of rampaging cultists. However if he would stop now, he would probably lose the momentum he'd gathered. So he would have to calm the riot and reestablish order in one fell swoop. Warden set his mind, his robotic voice would call to them, "Follow me, men! We end this riot now!" He would walk up to them and point the hilt of his weapon forwards past them, toward the riot in general. Warden somehow got them to obey, and they let off war cries as they charged past his walking pace. Approximately 12 men entered the fray to end the riot for and with Warden, but this was up against at best another 90 or so. He'd never done a specific head count, but the fighting crowd probably decimated a big group of the members, probably the sane ones. Warden let there be a given one in 13 that joined his side, while 12 more would drop. The number dropping would increase each time he would get an ally, as everyone else was a psychopath on his side. On the off chances he got more than one ally who recruited instead of killing, he would only appreciate this.

Warden swung Mugetsu Ryu, sending a shockwave into the crowd of warring people, to grab their attention. This landed solid cuts on a few of them. He would call to them, "Stand down and follow my cause! End this senseless violence!" He was almost cut off by a blast of dark magic. He stumbled backwards a bit, his armor was a bit scratched. Warden looked at the group as their targets changed to him, and smiled, "Alright then..." He would suddenly be surrounded by a bright light, then surrounded by a cloak of rainbow flame, pushing the foes back. "Pyromancer Armor... If I win, you all have to join my cause," he declared. They didn't stop, so they clearly agreed. He would place his hands near eachother, and the cloak rolled into a ball of orange flames. The psychophants wouldn't stop though, so he let them have it. He thrust hist hands forward, forming a magic circle which spewed forth a 15 foot cone of orange flame. This immediately worked like some kind if sanity-smellingsalts, as the scent of dirty mop left in a bucket of rotton milk hit them like a train. They fell over and vomited for a moment; this was a cruel way to do things, but it was in the spirit of the dark guild. They were lucky that he wasn't a full-lethal fighter.

Moments later, he would whip around, kicking up his sheathed blade, deflecting an oncoming attack. Warden, stepped back and used a shockwave attack to fling the flame at the assailant, knocking him out with stench and pain. "I'll have to make reparations later on," he'd say. Using this kind of warfare was all but fair. However his victory was decided when the people he defeated just a moment ago stood to his side, one even said, "I don't know what's going on here... but I'll help you out for helping us out." Warden's confusion only deepened. His flames weren't that potent, something was up. He would look at the man on the ground who just finished puking, "Are you alright?" The man would look up relatively confused, and nod incoherently. Warden would turn around to face the crowd of fighting people again. The building was almost cleared now, the outside would prove difficult to deal with. On his side were approximately 25 mages who appear ro recall magic. In the building, lie approximately 13 wounded or dead individuals newly established since he got there. Outside, war raged in the pouring lightning. Warden would walk to the opening doors. There was no need to hold back now. "Alright men, stand down behind me, I'll set them straight," he would walk to the group of rampaging cultists, shutting the door behind him and he would whip the orange flames at them all, causing a massive explosion around the entire island plus another 30 feet to the radius, the superheating of the natural lightning in the area acted as a sufficient fire spell, and essentially nuked the entire island for around C-Rank damage.

As the superheated air cleared for a few moments, Warden would cough, the pyromancer armor let him keep away the flames, but the area was too hot to breath. The clouds parted for a while, the heated air rose up and formed myriad tornados around the area, but for once in a few hundred years, the rain-like lightning ceased falling. Warden would take this chance of looking like a supreme badass and switched his armor, now wearing full plate, it appeared. His size suddenly increased, he was now as big as a house! His Titanic Armor allowed Warden to increase his size to a full titanic form. He stared at all the mages on the ground, groveling, "All you who still think this guild is about Naraku-sama, can leave immediately! This guild has no room for such weak minds!" Surprisingly, a few mages actually turned tail and ran away. "Until further notice, your new God is I, Warden Roguespell! Cease the mad fighting and I may just have mercy on your soul!" he decreed. It would take a while of him staring down the groveling mages, but they appeared to begin coming back to their senses. Warden would shrink down, tired from wasting his magic so frivelously. He wouldn't show fatigue though, he had to appear mighty to keep the remainder of people calm. He turned around, seeing the guild hall's windows blown out, some singeing and stuff. Warden opened the doors once again, and walked in followed by a bunch of injured guild members, "Alright Divine Torment, your Messiah has landed. We begin repairs on this place now!"

Continued here: https://www.fairytail-rp.com/t5203-recollection-dt-rebuilding-part-2-closed#70624