A City Falls: Start

[voidtreckermods]

Preparation

Just after light on the seventh day of the month of Bassoon everyone’s SCA glows with the colour of the void before showing a message. A briefing for the mission to come.

Anyone who goes to investigate the dressing carriage will find all the cupboards and drawers open. They may need to battle through spider webs but soon will find an array of clothes. Trousers, skirts, dresses, shirts, robes, cloaks. Everything they will need and plenty of choice. All the clothes have accents of team colours in more muted hues than the normal bold hoodies they wear.

A few hours later there is an announcement over the speakers. "Arrival to Planet #25768 imminent. Prepare for exit from Void. Drop order: Purple, Orange, Red, Blue. All passengers are to wear their Safety Control Apparatus and are reminded that emergency evacuation protocol is three short taps."

The train shudders and jerks. It is time.

Purple

"Purple Team to doors. Drop in two minutes. Purple team to doors."

The train flies down through the air before coming to a stop between two rocky outcrops. The doors hiss open, it’s a bit of a jump down to the ground and anyone who looks back will find the train hard to see. Not invisible but definitely cloaked, shifting to blend in with the rock.

They can hear the sound of many footsteps and the high sound of young voices. It is easy to hear where they need to be.

As they move down the rocky slope they will see the main pass. A large group of children are walking. Spirits are high even if it is clear they are on their guard. Older teens are wearing weapons, swords, the odd axe, a few daggers. Nothing expertly crafted but they all wear them with ease. Slightly younger children carry the very young, toddlers and those too young to walk and keep pace.

There’s a sound from in front of the group. From around the corner a girl, about thirteen years old, runs towards them. Her braids bounce against her shoulders, her eyes are wide with fear and she waves her hands at the others. “Run! Run!”

A shadow looms behind her, a winged wolf, gaining speed towards her. Sat on the wolf is a spear wielding goblin.

From all around them a growling of many more wolves, in the hills, close and ready to pounce.

Orange

Once Purple Team are gone the train flies again. "Orange Team to doors. Drop in two minutes. Orange Team to doors."

The train seems to be still concealed as it hovers at the city walls. There’s a bit of a jump onto the walls but at least they are near one of the staircases down into the city.

Also luckily no one seems to have seen them appearing out of no where though that has more to do with the general chaos rather than anything else!

There is a lot of chaos! People evacuating, animals everywhere, people looking lost and bewildered. Get herding or helping and encourage people up that cliff path!

Red

The train flies onward. "Red team to doors. Drop in two minutes. Red team to doors."

The train makes a slightly bumpy landing on a rocky slope. Scrambling up the slope red team will see a group of fighters, perhaps eighty in total. There are some supplies to the side, not yet allotted. Some horses and weapons. All the fighters are currently focused on a tall woman who is on horseback, facing them from the front.

“… Say those that stand here, as few as we may be were the ones who end the goblin menace on our lands for good. For our children and our families. We fight!”

The end of what was clearly a rousing speech, the fighters cheer. They begin to move over the slope, towards the goblin camp below. If you are joining this battle the time is now!

Blue

The train flies low, skimming over the lake. "Blue Team to doors. Drop in one minute. Blue Team to doors."

Jumping down off the train they will land in the shallows of the lake. It’s not deep enough to go over their boots and now too far to wade to shore. The shore is rocky, loose rocks and pools of water to avoid. The tower stands before them. Three goblins, riding wolves perch on the walls high above them. The sky above crackles with lightning that is not at all natural.

The doorway to the tower is open, there are a lot of stairs to get up. The howls of the wolves fill the air as the wizards fight them off above. Time to climb!

Comments

[dredefulchilde]

Preparation

Joscelin has always been something of a tiny clothes horse. He was (over the course of his eternal childhood) raised to be a gentleman, after all. While he's never fully attempted to emulate adult fashions--he's too mindful of how ridiculous he would look if he attempted to do so--being in a child's body is no excuse for poorly tailored clothing. The hoodies and cargo pants he's been stuck in for the last several days have been a personal affront to his penchant for fastidious dressing. Walking through the dressing car, he carefully chooses several garments in his size and emerges from a changing cubicle looking surprisingly authentic. These clothes, despite their fantasy theme, are fundamentally similar to the ones he'd worn in the fourteenth and fifteenth century. Shirt, braies, cotte, hose, cloak. He doesn't wear them like a costume because he remembers them as clothes.

He stands in front of the mirror, then looks around to see if anyone is watching. No? Good. He does a little turn, pleased to be neatly dressed once again.

Purple - Off the Train

Now this is more like it. Joss grins in sheer, undiluted joy as he stares down the goblins on their winged mounts. There is nothing better than a good, honest fight. Particularly one in which he can do some good. Even though he's no bigger than the children he's supposed to be protecting--smaller than many, actually--he's determined to keep the little ones safe.

It would be much better if he were armed, though.

"You," he barks to a girl of about fourteen, holding a squirming, crying toddler, "Give me that knife. It'll do me much better than it'll do you. You need to keep your focus on the infant."

He turns to the other from Team Purple. "Arm yourselves as best you can," he commands authoritatively.

Purple - Middle of the Fight

Somewhere along the line, Joss has lost the knife he begged off the girl, along with the cloak he so carefully chose and part of one sleeve. He's found a goblin sword, though, and he's right in the thick of it, relying on vampiric strength and speed to do the maximum amount of damage. He turns to shout encouragement to the person nearest him, check in on how the humans are making out, but then--

Thunk.

He looks down as a crossbow bolt suddenly seems to sprout out of his chest. He coughs faintly, watching the blood blossom all over his front.

Thunk. Thunk.

Two more hit him: one in the shoulder, and another one in his thigh. The force of the impacts send him falling back towards the ground and the pile of dead and dying goblins he has left there. Why does he feel so faint? This is nothing...isn't it?

Middle of the Fight

[bombashbunny]

At some point in the fighting Ash had ended up near Joss. She had no particular aversion to him, but the kid might as well have been a voidsent with the way he moved and fought - it was absolutely impressive. Things were actually going quite well during this, but her ears turned to the sound of a bolt embedding itself into flesh. It was a reaction to aim and kill whatever it was that shot Joss, and then dropping to her knees before him and examining the wounds. None of these were good, and everything she could do would hurt, and she was nervous to try to move him.

"What can I do to help? I wasn't thinking and didn't grab anything for your transfusions..." It was pretty apparent this kid was nothing near hume, so he may have some properties that would be a little more convenient than picking him up and trying to get him to Sarai. She was digging through her bag to try to find something, her voice quieting to more of a mumble. "Wound's too deep to actually cauterize... Maybe I could pack it then ice the area and slow the bleeding, but that's risky..." She continued on quietly as she pulled out cotton and bandages and whatnot.

Blue

[faithfulsupport]

Pre drop

Ignis saw a few of the other council members but hadn't spoken to them personally. And after having checked on a few passengers, he'd turned his mind mostly to battle. The advisor's mind was on other things and survival was definitely one of them.

Hearing a certain voice coming closer, his head turned away, unnecessarily busying himself with what he needed to do. What if something happened to someone on this mission and they didn't come back? Ignis didn't want to think about it.

Initial drop

This one is prepared as always. He remained waiting until the door opened and he landed down on his feet lightly. Here he didn't have any way to get to the wolves and goblins immediately, but he was determined to get there and help out.

Racing towards the stairs, he's got his daggers out and fights his way up, with a stone cold look on his face. The advisor has dealt with creatures and has fought many times, so these creatures are nothing to him. The wolves and the lightning don't bother him either as he fights his way up.

"Seems like we're in for a long fight."

Up above

Once the top of the tower is reached, Ignis is a deadly assassin. But as he cuts a path, he sees one of the goblins mounted atop a wolf. A spear comes to his hands and he's going to do a high jump to land on top of the thing.

This foe won't bother him at all but he has to make sure that there's no one else in the area to get hurt.

"Stay clear." And off he goes because he has a job to do.

Train post mission

As he promised, Ignis is there healing. Many here seem wounded, and he's making his rounds doing his best to keep up with the demand.

Seeing a young girl of about five, the advisor kneels down and produces one of the healing potions that he can still work in this strange place. Ignis smiles and gives her a pat on the head as the medicine works on her with a soft note in his voice.

"Here you go."

Pre- drop

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony was making the rounds to each council member he could find. Orange didn't have a council member, so he tried to catch Eva for that team. He'd been avoiding this person like the plague after the colossal ass he'd made of himself two nights prior, but he was pushing that mess aside.

"Ignis," he said, reaching out and touching the other man's shoulder. "Do you have the blue team ready? I want you to set an alarm on your watch for a little before when the train is due."

Orange

[kumoko]

Initial Drop
She'd managed to arrange a strange facsimile of horse barding, orange-edged silk draped over her body to at least coordinate her with the outfits of the others. She looked great, probably! Didn't help with the horrific stage fright, though!

Hey, how sturdy does the train think they are? Doing an air-drop into a city? There are kids here! As Orange prepared for the drop, she spent her two minutes stealthily building a larger magical array than usual, and when the city walls came into view, released it in a flash - Mass Teleportation!

Okay, she didn't exactly warn anyone, so probably some people didn't take it or jumped too early, but maybe she saved the knees of a few of her teammates!

Cliff Path
To teleport, she needed to know the target location. So, obviously, her first stop was the top of the cliff path to get that Quest Flag tm. Then a teleport back down, find some NPCs and move them-- ah, good thing they couldn't hear her call them NPCs...

Anyway!

Haha!

Why weren't these stupid people leaving their houses?! Is your AI broken? Not moving until a gleaming heroic knight sweeps in? Too bad!

Maybe a large spider breaking your door down and kidnapping you would be traumatic, but it wasn't her job to smooth things over - that was the job of whichever poor Orange friend she'd collected to explain to the screaming townsfolk she was currently manhandling that they weren't about to be eaten.

Stop her eating a goat
Hmm. No one was watching, and this goat sure looked delicious...

Wildcard: get rescued, ride her like a steed, etc

GOAT

[stealsyourheart]

"You know, Spider-san, I'm pretty sure someone will be wanting their goat back at some point, and not nommed."

It's a giant spider. What the hell is this train. What the hell is his life.

Kaito is standing at the entrance to the goat pen, his arms full of chickens, looking bemused.

Red

[enthunder]

Dressing
She really had no idea what to do in the dressing car, so after a moment of watching people dress, she just shrugged and began pulling together clothing that looked like it would fit her. Going on Firion and Cecil's outfits as an inspiration - they seemed like the most appropriate - she eventually settled on something that would be easy to move in and left the car to make room for someone else.

Drop site/before the charge
[ The drop and scramble up to the ridge passes too quickly for her to process; she's still adjusting to waking up bundled into a suitcase like a corpse in a horror movie, and switching gears is taking longer than she'd like. She'd still been reading the information when the drop call went out, after all.

Then the ranks of fighters are visible, and the goblin camp beyond, and she bites her lip as not to swear.

And then she swears anyway. ]

This is going to be a shit-show.

[ They've arrive a little too late for Lightning to properly appreciate the call to arms, but with the demeanour of a trained rank-and-file, she gestures at the other Reds to indicate that she's heading towards the horse corale and makes to split off. ]

Mid-fight
Lightning's lost track of a lot of things in the ensuing chaos. Her borrowed horse has thrown her and bolted from a blast strike from a goblin mage a long time ago; she's gotten too reliant on the uniforms of the train and thus has lost sight of her team without the blazing red of their clothing.

She has a sword, though; she has several swords, actually, scattered around the battlefield as she's had to discard them. Apparently, and she's a little disappointed if she's honest, the blades used by goblins aren't designed with magitech cores, and don't survive a Blazestrike channled through them. Her right hand is still burned from the backlash of her first attempt, but she hasn't had the chance to switch paradigms and heal it. Or heal any of her injuries, really. She just ignores the pull and sting of tight skin against the hilt of her new weapon and the seep of blood, and jumps towards the next wolf that's dived too low.

Wildcard: get heal't, banter, welcome her off hiatus, tackle her out of the way of a flying wolf's jaws, force her to stop fighting and heal herself idk idk

Wildcard because heals

[faithfulsupport]

Somewhere along the way, Ignis has lost track of how many he's healed. This seemed to have been a pretty nasty bout and just as he lets go of someone, another comes in. Luckily taking breaks seems to help and as he's sitting there, he spots a familiar head of pink hair.

Lightning.

Ignis then stands to his full six foot height and makes his way over to her. As he approaches, his green eyes notice that she looks tired and worn out but then again of course she would. And that's when he notices the wounds.

"Are you out of healing spells?"

[afterburner]

Preparation

Renee...is perplexed. While she is going through the costumes, she's never done things like LARP or Renaissance faires and so she's...having more than a few problems, even as she's doing her level best not to make a mess of the costumes for anyone else.

"Damn it, I am not going to wear a dress. I'll destroy it!" she growls. But she'd take help--any help--at this point...


Drop

Now that she's kitted up--and looking somewhat piratical in leather, honestly--Renee's ready to get out the doors. But drop? Not...exactly. She does step out the train, but then the signature crimson hue of her power surrounds her, and her legs disappear into rocket-like propulsion as she lifts into the sky.

But then she heard the kid screaming to the others to run. It's not hard to see why--winged wolf with a goblin rider? How unfair. So she steers herself in midair to go blasting towards the spear-toting goblin and its mount, not stopping even when the goblin casts the spear at her--which bounces off the field Renee generates when blasting.

She keeps going. The goblin didn't expect that, and tries to wheel its wolf around and flee--and that's about the time she collides with them, throwing the goblin and wolf away from each other in separate directions.

Looks like Team Goblin's blasting off again!


Later--punch drunk

This...is probably concerning to anyone who isn't Renee. The drawback to using her powers in constant succession for long periods of time? Even with her training and control, eventually she gets...a little silly with the exhaustion. She's still durable as heck and can take a lot of damage, but her judgement...isn't that great. So it's entirely possible to see her posing and flexing as she staggers towards a group of sword-and-shield wielding goblins, waving her arms and generally trying to catch their attention...with some success! She might need some intervention...

Preparation

[hashtagparkerluck]

Hello Renee, looks like you could use some help from your friendly neighborhood nerd. The whole LARPing and Renaissance thing isn't his main scene but he and Ned have definitely dabbled in that area.

"Why would you have to wear a dress? You're gonna be fighting that's like super impractical. Do something like um... pants and a tunic and boots and maybe one of those over the left shoulder armor plates." He offers his nerd expertise while he hunts down something for him as well.

Orange

[stealsyourheart]

Preparation

Mph. Not a tophat or monocle to be seen, although he supposes it's a bit too late to hide his face from Edogawa, and too early to reveal his hand to Hattori. Still. Something with decent sleeves, so he can hide things up there. Some decent pants that he can move in. ..... The cloak feels like cheating, like skirting too close to the truth but... IT'S A KAMI DAMNED CLOAK MAN he's gotta take it.

(He hesitates a long moment, but someone in the right place at the right time will note an odd gun vanish up his sleeve - better to have it, than to not)

Initial Drop

This is the part where he wishes for his hang-glider, even if he really can't use it here, not with Edogawa and Hattori watching. But he's never had any issues with heights, and he tosses a salute at whoever's standing behind him before tossing himself backwards and flipping to land lightly on the walls, cloak flapping out behind him.

It's showy, and stupid, and he can't help himself sometimes.

Chaos - Helping

As Kaito or as KID, Chaos is the name of the game - but KID's rule is still in force - no one gets hurt, their own stupidity excepting. So despite the showiness of earlier, Kaito in the city is calm, smiling, and to all appearances perfectly cool under pressure. He charms the elderly ladies, offering flowers that appear from snapped fingers (pilfered from windowboxes and sidewalks), and helping those older folk to manage steeper stairs.

"Your beauty is above this flower, obaasan, for yours has stood the test of time!" He declares with a teasing grin and the offer of a pristine bunch of daisies that appears in his hands as he helps an old lady along, her cackle of appreciation at his tease accompanied by the sort of cheek pinch in common with all grandmothers. "Here, my friend will help you get the rest of the way, I'll go back and find your cat, I promise." He hands her off to whoever else on Team Orange is nearby.

Chaos - Herding

Herding chickens, as it turns out, is exactly as hard as it sounds. Kaito's used to working with birds, but pidgeons are a lot more biddable than chickens. Still. He has at least had the bright idea to shove them in cages, which he can then pop on a cart to pull up the hill.

"Got a moment to lend a hand?" He's covered in feathers. Nasty buggers, some of these.

Preparation

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin is that person who is in the right place at the right time. Talk about magicians who always have something up their sleeve!

"Kaito, you have a GUN???"

Blue

[pleple]

Prep

Ple Two has no idea how to dress herself. Not that she can't put clothing onto her body, and then remove it, and put other clothing on - but everything she's ever worn has just been chosen for her, with no input of her own, including the 'uniform' here.

"...what should I... even wear?" she mutters under her breath, looking over options that are greater than one with a frown.

Drop and Weapons

So they're jumping out - makes sense that the train wouldn't want to stick around - but falling into water is just a little obnoxious. Even a couple inches is obnoxious to a girl used to space combat in an enclosed machine. "Solid ground again... sort of."

Her boots squeak a little as she makes her way up the tower, eyes out for the armory.

Lucky for her, a short sword fits her just well enough, and she suits up with that and a buckler; she's small, but slightly on the tall side for her age, so it's proportional, at least.

Then she grabs a crossbow and starts gathering up as many bolts as humanly possible. Hopefully the draw weight wasn't a problem... and then she spots someone else passing by. "If you have free hands help carry some of these." If there are goblins on flying goddamn wolves she needs ammo.

FIGHT

In Neo-Zeon, Glemy would easily excuse her for shooting down allies. Later on in the conflict, when she was piloting the Queen Mansa, she was a priority beyond all others as long as she could destroy every enemy in her path.

Here she actually has to watch her line of fire, so it's a good thing she's not spewing mega particle weapons every which way. "Just give me open shots!"

And she'll take them. Finally, an actual use for her abilities - it takes a few wasted bolts for her to figure out the arc, but every shot becomes more and more incredibly accurate, and she starts to smirk after felling goblins, airborne or otherwise. "Easy. Easy..."

And watch her back for her too. She might be getting caught up in it.

Wildcard whatever at me

Prep!

[kumoko]

Her own dressing adventures have been depressingly short and unsatisfying. She wants to cosplay a cute magical girl, okay! Let her live this dream!

But no, there are no convenient wardrobes full of spider-appropriate floofy dresses, so instead she just looks through what they have. Ahh, this would be so cute. She lifts up a dress, wistfully. And then holds it up to Ple Two's conveniently close and unmoving body. Hmm, this one... and this one, and this bit... an outfit starts accumulating at the pilot's feet. And another one...

Purple

[thebiggestguy]

Preparation

Dread finally had an outfit that suited him better than the ordinary garb they'd been wearing since arriving here! This one took the form of a coat, with long tails and not much in the way of a shirt beneath its open front. Just like home... if purple. Whoops. But hey, otherwise he looked good in it!

Now how HAD he managed to get it looking just the way he wanted? The answer might shock you! Because those who came in after him would find the massive Roegadyn... hard at work with a needle, stitching up a hem as if he'd been born to the work.

"If you have something for me to work on, just let me know," he said, twitching his head at his to-do pile without moving his eyes away from the task at hand.

Purple: Descent

Well. Here we go.

"All right, everyone." The runes on the back of his gloves lit up white-gold as he balled his hands into fists, his muscles tensing all over as he began to open his chakras. "If anyone has any doubts or plans, we have about ten seconds for them. We need to get in there now."

For a guy his size, he could move pretty fast when he wanted. One blink and he was already charging, light and a faint hint of flames trailing from his fists.

Purple: Battle

The real surprising things about Dread was not how hard he hit, but how fluidly he moved. Every punch and kick he threw into the mix flowed together perfectly, almost more like a dance than a brawl -- to the point where some of his moves took the forms of leaping kicks that brought him to the ground, only for him to roll neatly on his shoulders and land another kick on the way back up before his foe could even think to capitalize on his fallen position.

Sensing the trouble, a large number of goblins had pointed their wolf mounts his way, hoping to pull down and shred this point of resistance before he could take out too many more of them. So as the battle flowed, Dread had more opponents coming his way. How long could he hold out?

battle

[siriusly]

A sizable pack of goblins were coming all at once, with hopes of overwhelming the large warrior with sheer numbers, but not all of them make their way up. There's a distinct TSEWW sound and some bright pulses of light as Manabu, takes point on a thick, mossy tree, aiming and firing through the foliage at the sight of white, scraggly hair coming out to do more harm.

One, two...four...six... Manabu bites his lip, squinting hard to keep focus and track movements without risking hitting Dread. Of course, he'd not called out his positioning once he'd found it, so when his comrade was busy flinging little goblins this way and that with his blows--

"GYAH-!!"

--One inevitably sails his way, knocking him off his perch and into the bog with a splat.

[onehandsomeslickninja]

Clothes Horse

"FINALLY!"

More than anything, Edge had missed his cloak! The one he threw around his shoulders now wasn't like his, nowhere near close -- but it was a cloak for sure, and he didn't have any shuriken or knives to stuff in pockets in it anyway. After all, it did the most important thing...

Edge jerked up one arm, tossing the cape back swiftly enough that the corner of it snapped it midair. There we go! Some proper style!

"Anyone see something like a scarf or bandana?" he asked.

Purple: Fight Music!

Okay. He had his martial arts. He had his shuriken, which was large enough that he could use it as a melee weapon and shield both, but probably wouldn't be able to retrieve it if he threw it, which kind of defeated the point. And there were a bunch of goblins riding wolves his way, quite intent on gutting him so they could go back to the kids they were here to protect.

Naturally, this didn't faze Edge in the slightest. "You fools! You're challenging a ninja of Eblan!" he said -- then, considering that adequate warning, he snapped his cloak back to free his hands entirely, then made several swift and incredibly complicated motions with his fingers. Power hummed in the air, then abruptly discharged as he swept his hands down.

Lightning rolled across the mountains in forked tongues that jabbed and shot everywhere, pumping electrical force into the ground, the plants, and most particularly the goblins. As thunder boomed out over the battlefield, the leaders of the onrushing horde collapsed as their wolves dropped from beneath them, victims of Edge's last tool: ninjutsu.

"All right, who's next?"

Wildcard

[Find him watching over the kids, recovering from a few minor wounds, or flirting with girls. All things he does!]

Fight Music

[hibana_incursa]

Gwen has one single webshooter on her. Just one. The other one was loaned to Miles and Gwen was making due. There was enough humidity in the air that her webs were strong and so very versatile and currently, she was sitting up in a tree, crouched on a tree branch and waiting.

Timing was everything with what she was about to do, and it had everything to do with one of the flying wolves and their riders. There was one buzzing around up high, trying to stay out of reach and Gwen was purposefully antagonizing it. Flinging globs of webbing at it to irritate it just enough to come down and chase Gwen.

As she swings from tree branch to tree branch, she swoops down by Edge and waves.

"Hey! Wolf on your left!"

And Gwen has let enough webbing behind herself where her own wolf is starting to tangle itself up. As was her plan.

[blueberryprincess]

[ Dressing up. ]

[ It wasn’t hard for Evie to find anything to wear, especially not when she knew what they were looking forward to. Fights. Violence. Goblins. Madness. Sounded like a day on the Isle, honestly. So Evie dresses as best as she can for function. And maybe to look a little badass. . She even went so far as to use a spell to turn her hair black, unsure of whether or not the locals would react well to blue hair. The point of these clothes was to blend in, right?

Now she was back in the dressing car, helping others get ready. ]

Let me know if you can move in that. The last thing anyone needs is restrictive clothing making things difficult.

[ Dropping in for a quick visit. ]

[ When it was Purples turn to jump from the train to the drop point, Evie was as ready as she could be. Her hair was tied back in a bun at her neck, she had a smoke bomb or two made in the same vein as the ones from rescuing Ben years ago tucked away into a pouch at her side and tucked in with that was Mals spellbook. There was something useful in there, she was sure of it. There were also bandages and gauze, small bottles of disinfectants and antiseptics. She was as ready as she’ll ever be.

When it was her turn to jump, she was surprised (but not at all disappointed) when Harry grabbed her hand, grinning like the twisted idiot he was as he shouted something stupid to signal they were jumping. Probably tally-ho. Evie was busy jumping at the same time, landing in a crouch with a huff. Harry vanishes into the fight. She didn’t have much time to adjust before the girl was running g up, shouting for everyone to run. When Evie saw why, she turned to the nearest child, pointing at the slingshot in his hands. ]

Can I borrow that? Thanks. You’ll get it back.

[ She wanted that goblins spear. It took a few shots, but Evie manages to knock the goblin out. The spear and a sword hit the ground as the wolf flies off and Evie retrieves both. Now she was ready for a fight and with the faint smile on her face, this might be more Isle Evie than Auradon Evie stepping in to rescue those in need. ]

[ For Harry. ]

[ With everyone safely tucked away in the caverns that were supposed to lead them to their destination, Evie was sitting on a rock, examining the mess of injuries she’d sustained. There were scratches, spots on her arms and legs that would certainly be bruises. And a bite on her right forearm that hurt like Hades. She’s forgotten that Goblins bit hard and the one that has gone for her was no exception. That particular monster had been smashed into a rock and, Evies hoping, knocked dead. If it wasn’t, she was sure Harry had taken care of it.


And now, it was almost evening on the first day. The kids were sitting in groups, playing games and talking amongst themselves and Evie was half watching them, bending her arm some to look at how bad the bite was. There’s a hiss from her as it pulls, digging into the aforementioned pouch and really hoping to find something to cover it with. There’s a small frown on her face as she searches, finally feeling every inch of her injuries and the fatigue that comes with a long day of running and fighting.

Lucifer, she needed sleep. ]

Dressing up... sorry

[onehandsomeslickninja]

[In the middle of tugging on a cloak to test it, Edge glances up and spots someone of interest indeed. Hurriedly fastening it at the neck, he practically shoots over to come to a stop casually leaning on the wall of the car.]

I hereby declare you the winner!

[hashtagparkerluck]

{ Preparation. }

This, Peter's somewhat good at this. He doesn't spend all his time LARPing but he and Ned had been to a few Renaissance fairs and of course they dressed up for it. And, being nerds, they also looked into being as accurate as possible. Peter's pretty sure that's not really a thing he needs to worry about now and hunts out an outfit that looks the part and also won't be an issue for his slow heat regulation.

If anyone needs help finding something practical and easy to move in, Peter's happy to help. Just ask!


{ Before the Drop - Closed to Tony and Little One. }

Once he's dressed and ready to go, Peter's been hanging out by his team. He's a little apprehensive about this mission but it should be fine, right? He really wishes he still had some webfluid.

The intercom calls for Purple to get ready and Peter starts to move towards the doors.


{ R-Red Team....? }

So Peter doesn't get to go with the Purple Team, instead he's gonna be pulled into the Red Team. It means more time with Mr Stark at least but at the same time it's a little embarrassing that he can't go hang out with his team. Ugh.

He's still apprehensive about this mission. He knows what he's supposed to be doing but he doesn't want to. He's never killed anything before and he's just not sure he can now. Even if the goblin's started attacking first that's just not how he does things.

So during the first fight against the Goblins Peter does what he does best-he talks.

"Hey! So I couldn't help but notice that you're attacking this villagers? And they're pretty PO'd about it. Maybe you could, I don't know... not?" He offers in his usual friendly tone, from up on a tree branch. The Goblin just looks up at him and snarls, spear ready to hurl.

"Wow! That was super rude!" He dodges with ease. "I'm just trying to have a conversation with you about why you wanna attack this village and take their kids. Is it because you can't have any? That's rough but you can't go around stealing other people's kids. How are Goblin's born anyway?" He dodges another spear.

"C'mon guy, be more mature about this and use your words? Do you have words or is that an issue here? Can't negotiate because of a language barrier? 'Cause I mean if you show you don't mean any harm-HOLY SHIT!" He dives out of the tree quickly as his Spideysense screamed at him to watch out for.... must have been that flying wolf. Of course they've got flying wolves. Why wouldn't they?

"Buddy! I'm trying to talk here!"

Before the Drop

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony just finished getting dressed in a stupid medieval looking outfit and spotted Peter moving to the door. He catches the young man's arm. Once Peter looks at him, he lets go.

"Nope. Not you. They have plenty of people without you. Your job is to watch Buttercup and make sure she doesn't get hurt." He didn't care what the train's rules or missions were, his authority vetoed it when it came to protecting the children on this train.

Poiple

[bombashbunny]

Preparation
Ash, like some of the others, was pleased at the change in wardrobe to something a little more familiar to her. She cared less about style and more about functionality, but she was glad that she was back into clothes she was more familiar with. Ears flat on her head (thanks Kumoko), she went through the dressers and wardrobes until she pieced together a full outfit - she did her best to mimic her job clothes from home with a little more purple thrown in.

She got herself dressed spent a few minutes fussing over little details as she looked in the mirror - a small tug here, flattening some fabric there. Before grabbing a cloak she strapped on her aetheroconverter and her gun. She grabbed a gun and would swing by the medical bay to raid it for supplies to give stitches and an assortment of wrappings and bandages. She would end her little prep in her cabin, picking up her journal as well, just in case she needed to take notes or wanted to write while on the world.

(Find her anywhere on the train before they leave.)

Purple - Arrival
Ash hopped down from the train and she couldn't help herself as she looked back to glance at the train - surprised that it seemed to have some sort of cloaking ability. She'd have to write down notes about it later. Her attention with the train did not last all that long as she noticed the slope. She did not wait for the others as she started down the slope towards where she assumes the group is. It almost seemed peaceful with the group until all hell broke lose with a goblin attacking. The growling sounds and she drew her gun, her aetheroconverter glowing as her hand passed over it and ran ahead to ensure she was directly in the middle of this fray.

Purple - Fighting
Ash had made it a point to rush in as the fighting started, and it worked. She jumped over a kid who had ducked under a spear and, in a series of absolutely ridiculous flips and kicks, she lined up a shot and absolutely landed it on a wolf, causing it to just tank directly into the ground. It was reassuring to know that in her time on the train her shooting skills hadn't degraded. With that shot fired she encouraged the older kids to draw their weapons and fight.

Somewhere along the way she picked up a shortsword and kept it, as well as a couple of daggers she stashed - just in case, you know? Eventually she would be too surrounded to use only a gun particularly well and she would switch to wielding her gun one handed and using the short sword with the other. She realized she was really missing her automatons at this point, and she could probably use a little bit of help.

their cabin

[knifewithnoname]

She was also gathering some last minute things and putting her train clothes back in her room. She was dressed in a tunic, leggings and boots. Practical clothing that made sense. No weird brightly coloured hoodies. She had a cloak and knew she would be glad for the warmth.

She turned to see who had entered the cabin, it took a moment but then nodded at Ash with a greeting smile. "You do be looking different when your ears do be being down." Was that spider web?

Probably for the best. Depending on what this world was like they might find huge ears strange. Huge ears were strange but compared to everything else she had seen this last month, they are a small thing.

Orange

[internetsexsymbol]

Preparation

Ok, Reigen figured he could handle what was coming next. Going to random places to solve problems was already part of his everyday work, so the only difference here was...goblins? Yeah, ok! He'd figure that part out later.

Right now, he was assessing the clothes he'd picked out, a critical eye on the shirt and cloak he'd just put on. He'd been approaching these like suit clothes, but...Was it really supposed to look like this? It was a good change from the usual train attire, at least.

Orange: Arrival

Jumping off a train sucked, but Reigen doesn't have time to nurse his vertigo, because utter chaos is erupting around him. He can't help remembering what his roommate had said about a city on fire...whatever, dwelling on that can wait. Besides, he doesn't need extra motive to get people out of here.

Deciding someone else can handle the weird chickens, he turns his attention to a confused looking woman. "Oi, lady, the path's that way! Your family's looking for you over there!!" Hopefully this woman did in fact have a family.

Orange: Listen Up Old Man

Maybe Reigen should be thankful that he's in his element of negotiation, but he really wishes this old man would go be stubborn somewhere that wasn't likely to get set on fire. Hell, he doesn't even understand half of the stuff the guy's conspiracy theory about how the wizards are behind all the problems in the city brings up. Giving a strained smile, Reigen speaks as calmly as possible.

"This is all very interesting, sir! I had no idea how many natural disasters magic caused...why don't you tell me more about it on the cliff path? We don't want those pesky wizards overhearing us!"

Listen up

[stealsyourheart]

"Hey Arataka-san, need a hand?" Here comes a cheerful teenager.

"Oh, oyaji, are you the guy who owes the obaasan down the street a new pot?" He tips a bow to the old man. "I heard she was looking for you, maybe you should head up the street before she finds you?"

Purple!

[sweetnessandfight]

Pre-drop--So I'll be here if you want me...

Sarai didn't really have any problems picking out a costume for herself, so it was just making sure that her bow was in top condition--and that her cane, made for conjury, was strapped carefully to her back. And then? All that was left to do was wait.


Drop--Daddy said "You gotta show the world the thunder!"

With a strum of harpstrings, Sarai cast a speed buff on herself and her nearby companions before leaping from the train carriage, Failnaught blossoming from harp to bow form as she did so. She raced forward, perhaps startling a few of the children because she looked odd compared to some of her companions, but it was clear who her targets were as she leaped into the air, letting out a volley of arrows to deter the encroaching wolves and their goblin riders.

"Stay close to me," she said to the children. "Smallest in the middle with their caretakers. If you've a weapon, do your best to defend yourselves if any stragglers get past us!"

Another strum of her bow's strings; a single hanging note, and she raised her voice in the Army's Paean as she took aim at the next wave of onrushing goblins...


Fighting or healing--If you're not taking a chance, then you're just grinding your gears.

Sarai is keeping an eye on her teammates--it's not ideal, her healing mid-battle, but when she can, she slips her bow on her back and takes up her cane, casting Regen on them. The cane isn't an ideal weapon either, but it's enough for her to jab at the goblins and wolves and keep them away from terrified younglings, teeth bared and tail lashing. At least until she can get her bow out again, or backup arrives...

Pre-drop

[runs_on_batteries]

She was the first of the council members he went to check in on for likely obvious reasons that didn't need to be examined too closely. He was dressed in the appropriate clothing, if perhaps a bit form fitting (it had to fit inside the suit after all). With enough confidence, what couldn't he pull off?

"Sarai, are you about ready for your cue?"

Red!

[knifewithnoname]

Preparation

A world where these weird clothes would be too weird. She holds hope that this world will be easier to understand than anything she has seen on this train so far. The clothes at least are familliar, somewhat. The styles are strange but they look more like real clothes than the brightly coloured hoodies everyone usually wore.

She grabbed things quickly, tunic, shirt, trousers, a cloak. If it was anything like the last world it would be cold. Colder than Gauig, she didn't want to risk it. Once she was dressed she grabbed a bag and began gathering supplies. Water, food. She has her dagger. She is ready. She returns to the dressing carriage, looking around to check if anyone needs any help. Some people seem confused at these clothes.

Red Drop

Purple and Orange go first and she stays out of the way, knowing better than to get in the underfoot at a time like this. Soon though it was time for Red team to go.

She skidded down the slope a little when she jumped but caught herself quickly. Keeping low she followed the others until they could see the group of fighters and hear the speech. There are horses nearby but she has never actually ridden one before and going into battle is not the best time to learn.

She's never been in a battle before. But she pushes away the fear and looks around at her team, awaiting instructions.

prep

[siriusly]

"Oh, hey!"

Manabu, still fussing with a stifling new collar, stops mid-pace when he sees the girl's familiar shape as she's packing up. With the influx of new faces, he'd seen little and less of her, but he'd never wondered too much as to seek her out. Same sleeper car, after all.

"What do they have you doing, now? No more screaming birds, I hope..."

But then again, she handled it well. He'd rather not have her and the other young ones being chucked straight into some kind of fray, as the intercom had suggested.

Blue

[myblueskies]

Preperation

So this was why they were on the train! To go and help people. He spend a long time reading the information really carefully. He can read it all, which he is surprised at. He thinks maybe it is in Italian, he has always been able to read all the letters in Italian and they don't use kanji so it's less tricky!

So he's got to go and protect some wizards why they do a ritual to stop some bad news goblins! It's a bit like a big prayer. One that needs everyone. That's alright, he knows how to do really good teamwork!

But first they have to put on different clothes. He picks some up and starts experimenting. Dressing up is always fun! But he has to make sure it is practical too if they are to go and help people!

Stairs!

He jumped off the train, splashing through the shallows as he ran to the tower. There were big wolves in the air, he was used to weird looking monsters but these look very different than ayakashi. They look more like the fire wolves on the volcano except they hadn't been real. These wolves were!

There are lots of stairs! He began jumping up them. He can jump high, it's not quite flying but it lets him clear quite a few steps at a time. Up and up and up and up!

Fight!

"Line! Line!" Two slashes of energy hit the wolves. They really don't do as much as they would have if these were ayakashi and it's getting tiring to keep attacking like this. These goblins really are bad news! He looks around, looking for somewhere he can help. Maybe he should try and find a weapon. He knows how to use a spear, mister D2 had been teaching him.

A wolf was flying in from the side. "Line!" This time it's a shield. He grits his teeth as he concentrates on it, not letting it fall. The wolf claws at it, it holds.

Right! That's how he can help! His borders are much better as shields than attacks! He will make sure none of these bad news goblins can hurt any wizards! Or his teammates!

stairs

[happyends]

Honestly, Madoka has no idea of what exactly she's going to do when she makes it up there - what can she do to fight those things off, really? But it's not like she can stay down there by herself, so she's also doing her best to run up the stairs as well as she can.

.. except then she notices Romeo and how he's managing to climb the stairs much faster, despite seeming like a preteen. And it seems like he's just.. jumping? But Madoka is pretty sure she could never jump high enough for that.

"A-- ah, sorry..!" She says, trying to draw his attention.

[tinkerheart]

Suit up

"Finally! Some normal clothes at last!"

That about as much as Feanor is going to say about their current choice of attire for the infiltration mission. Granted the selection is poor and the quality is just a hair above shabby but at least they were made by someone with a little more skill and knowledge of how the clothes should like. Quite unlike that abomination, he was forced to wear for the last couple of weeks.
Of course, he gets himself a cloak too. Pity only it doesn't have more color to it. Just a narrow band of red ornaments embroidered close the hem.

Team ... Orange - the drop

No, Feanor is not part of the Team Orange but also he's not someone who'd just obey commands issued by disembodied, robotic voices. Once he decided his Team is going to be just fine without him, there is no way of stopping him. There never was. If the Valar couldn't stop him from doing whatever he damn wanted then surely stupid train rules don't stand a chance either. It's not that he's worried sick about his son's vision, no ... He so is. What are you even suggesting? Curufin is a capable fighter he doesn't need his dad watching over him.

Honorary Orange, take one: helping

Feanor never before in his life has seen so many broken axles and lost horseshoes. It is truly a waste of his skills but someone has to do it. At least they were grateful enough to supply him with tools so he can do his job. The people of the city are peasants, simple folk. Merchants, farmers, shepherds. Not many craftsmen. Even less smiths. They don't mind being barked at as long as they get their possessions mended. They have armed themselves to the best of their abilities but they are no warriors. If the winged demons Curufin saw in his dream get to them, it's going to be a bloodbath. All those makeshift pikes, pitchforks and scythes would not help people more used to their agricultural use. He could make some improvements to turn them into more proper weapons but he would need time for this. Time that he doesn't have. And that just makes him even more irritated by the whole affair.

Honorary Orange, take two: the cliffs
The road is steep and treacherous. He could hear the echo of wolves howling. Not close enough to pose a danger. Yet. Feanor still doesn't have a sword, only a hammer but it'll do. It's a better weapon than none. Anything coming close with intent to harm will still feel the full force of his ire.


Wildcard.

Need help with a stubborn grandma? Little kids scared of a teleporting spider? Anything else?

lol Drop

[stealsyourheart]

Well then, Feanor can watch this young teenager throw himself off the train backwards, before landing with a dramatic flutter of his cape.

blue

[happyends]

(preparation)

[ Anyone in the dressing room can find Madoka there - already dressed up for the mission and all, but for some reason she's still there. She's in front of one of the mirrors, staring at her reflection with her hands clasped together. Although her lips slightly move, it's hard to hear what she's saying.

If you get closer, you're able to hear her mumbling to herself. It's not anything complicated, instead it just seems like she's mumbling to herself over and over-- ]

You can do this, Madoka.. You can do this, Madoka..

[ She doesn't even seem to notice your presence at first, too focused on it, but then after a moment or two finally spots something in the reflection and lets out a small yelp before looking at you. ]

S-.. sorry!

(blue team: climb)

[ Madoka is so incredibly unsure about this whole thing. But it's not like she's going to keep standing around in the lake by herself, so when everyone else starts making their way up to the tower, Madoka does as well.

At least running is something she can do. In fact, "running under dangerous circumstances" is honestly how you could have described most of her afterschool activities the past while back home before she ended up on the train. Running up the tower knowing there's danger up there is similar to running through a Witch's barrier, at least.

Still, it's a long way up, and it's pretty tiring. But rather than thinking of how tired she feels, Madoka looks to the side at someone else running up the stairs - maybe it's you! - and asking: ]

A.. Are you still okay?

(blue team: weapons)

[ Okay, so the only thing Madoka can think of to do is just maybe look in the armoury and find something she can use to fight? Even though she doesn't know how to fight? She at least wants to help somehow.

So she tries picking up one of few the swords.. but it's much too heavy for a tiny girl like her, and after a moment she drops it due to the weight with a small "wah!"

Someone please help this girl. ]

Preparation

[afterburner]

Do what? And you don't have to be sorry. I was thinking about picking up a hat, but why wear one when it's just gonna fly off my head anyway, right?

[Renee gives the younger girl an encouraging grin and a nod.] It's my first mission here too. I'm torn between 'man it'll be so good to cut loose!' and 'oh crap what do I do if I screw up?' I hope the former's more likely, but...guess we'll see, huh?

[siriusly]

Prep

Uh...

[hey, neat! something other than polo shirts and cargo pants!]

Er...

[ooh, neat! belts! maybe there's a holster mixed in all of this.]

Ua...haa... HAACHOO!

[ugh.

dust and spider webs everywhere. Manabu sniffs, grimacing as he peels a lengthy thread off the cloak he'd picked up.]

I hope this...doesn't become a thing in every car...



Purple party power hour
[did the information packet prior to this really claim the goblins were a mere five-foot?! he's only got four inches on these things! this is both offensive and annoying!

worst part: bog. every other step has his boots glorped in deeper into muck! congrats to whomever can fly or whatever, but some of us have to deal with boots on the ground when the ground literally sucks!

makes him too easy a target, but he's just going to suck it up and deal with it; he can be a buffer for incoming hostiles while children are steered clear of the line of offense. him and his freshly fixed dragoon pistol can fell a goblin with a well-aimed shot, so this is what he's going to do, throwing caution to the wind with the pretense that he believes anyone will cover him. he's not so sure he believes in that yet, though...this isn't the SDF anymore.]

Prep

[runs_on_batteries]

Gesundheit.

[Tony gives Manabu a smile as he comes into the dressing car. He was dressed in a burgundy tunic, trousers, tall boots and the like. All he needed was a sword and he'd look like a knight- at least Tony thought so.]

I'm glad I caught you. I'm wanting to check in with all the council members before we do this. How are you doing?

RED {Hot and Dangerous, If You’re One of Us, Then Roll With Us}

[filmnotyetrated]

[ Preparation ]

From 2:D to Dressing Car
Wade blinked and sat up on his bunk where he had been hiding out as the thing on his wrist lit up. “What is it Siri, is Timmy stuck in a well?”

He rolled down from his bed, dragging his blanket to the floor and halfway into the hallway in the process of running for the dressing carriage. They had to have some cool shit that weren’t dad pants in there.

He barreled into the carriage, realizing suddenly that in the week he’d been on the train, he had never ventured this way. A fact that was made apparent when he immediately ran into face level spider webs all over the place. What the fuck. Why were there spiderwebs all over the place. Were they supposed to wear them? That seemed impractical.

Dressing Car
“Let’s see, let’s see, let’s see. How about it, Siri, what sorta thing should I wear?” He asked his watch, apparently, and began to grab different articles from drawers and tossing them around without regard for anyone else in the car trying to dress.

He held up a pair of leggings that were definitely not made for his body type or height consideringly before just hucking them over his shoulder and continuing his search for anything that came in red or black.

[ Red - Drop ]
Pre-Drop
”Red team to doors. Drop in two minutes. Red team to doors.”

Fuck, it really was like being back with the special forces. Or the X-force but way better coordinated. He sidled up to his team, beaming beneath his mask and cool Fantasy Hood.

“So, who’s got the music queued up? We got something badass to play?”

Post-Drop
Wade whooped and clapped wildly at the conclusion of the speech they had come upon, hopefully stealth wasn’t what they were aiming for. These guys were allies, right? “Woo! Good speech! Very inspiring! I’ve got pride tears over here!” he yelled, leaning onto his closest teammate. “Wasn’t that stirring? Got me all worked up to kill some goblins we know nothing about, you know?”


[ Red - Fighting ]
They Don’t Call Me the Merc with a Mouth for Nothing

Armed and ready to rock Wade threw himself into the fray. It looked like a few people coughSpideycough seemed hesitant to fight the little beasts, but Deadpool had the kill command from some kidnapping Train Gods, and he did not plan on wasting it.

He did his best to keep it he goblins from his younger teammates and the planet natives (that’s why they were even there right? Probably) and took a good few hits in the process. Through it all he kept up a steady stream of friendly banter with the goblins, though they didn't seem to really understand what he was rambling about. The talking did a fairly good job, in his opinion, of keeping the attention turned on him while broadcasting where he was on the field so that anybody who needed to sneak around might get some leeway.

At some point he had been forced to abandon one of the swords he had swiped when a goblin got a lucky shot and cut most of the way through his right forearm. It was still hanging on, barely, but was functionally useless.

Dressing Car

[blueberryprincess]

"You need some help?" Evie'd been helping people for a good, long while, and didn't mind helping others. Dressing people up was what she was good at, after all. People paid her well back home for it and she had her own starter castle just from the money she earned while still a student at Auradon.

And she was ready as she'd ever be. Now, she was here to make sure the train residents were set, as well.

Orange Team

[so_dark_a_road]

Preparation:

Curufin goes to the dressing room and quickly chooses clothing in dark colors, though with orange accents. "Hey, we'll be fashionable," he remarks with a grin, to anybody who happens to be near him. He stows a few sharp tools in the large pockets of a jacket in case he's not able to find any weapons. He puts on his Safety Control Apparatus and waits.

It is not long before he hears the drop warning and learned that his team will be second. He goes to the exit and waits, The train shudders and drops out of the Void.

Drop:

When it is Orange Team's turn, the train hovers above the city's thick walls and the team is obviously intended to jump. "Let's go!" He falls, hits the wall top, and rolls to absorb the momentum. As soon as he's back on his feet, he looks around and sees a nearby flight of steps that lead down into the city and he runs down them. The train has dropped the team not far from the exit from the city one would have to take to go up the eastern path, over the cliffs, and into the hills that are one of the designated refuges.

Escorting refuges:

He begins summoning anybody who looks lost to come up the path. He borrows a sword from an old man who looks too frail to use it and offers it to Curufin.

He has to carry a few people who aren't able to manage the steep path, including one adolescent who seems to have sustained a serious leg injury in past years, and who is hobbling on crutches. She ought to have evacuated before this, but she managed to stay to help others pack and herd. And now she's trying to make her way out of the city. "Hop up, I'll carry you," he says to her. He turns around and hunkers down, and she manages to climb aboard and hang on with one arm while holding her crutches with the other. It's a strong arm; she must have been a farm kid. "Off we go!" he says, cheerfully, and rises to his feet.

Fight, fight, fight!

On his second trip back down to the city, he sees a group of goblins coming at some fleeing city-dwellers. He whips out the sword, places himself between the people and the goblins, and rips into the fierce little creatures. They may be smallish, but they are clearly used to mayhem and to fighting effectively in packs. He slashes and whirls, taking out two foes in one sword-stroke, and another on the return motion. After a while, he starts fighting with a sword in one hand and a sharpened chisel in the other, in place of a dagger. He is surrounded more than once. But each time, another group of refugees escapes.

And then the mounted goblins arrive, on their flying wolves. And now Curufin REALLY has to move fast. He remembers what happened last time he fought creatures with wings, in his last world. But this time, he's ready, or he thinks he is. It all depends on swift perception. He evades a diving wolf-and-goblin at the last second and slices at the pair of them with his sword, and whirls around to slash at the next one who falls out of the sky at him.

Fight (stupid goblins are not going to get his son)

[tinkerheart]

The howl of the flying wolves makes all the refugees in the group Feanor was escorting wince and duck the moment they hear it. It's a split-second decision for him. This group is smaller than the previous one, mainly women and the elderly, but if they don't attract too much attention, they should be fine on their own.

"We cleared the path on the previous climb but do not tarry."

It seems the goblins are busier down below. That's why he can't stay. He runs down as if the whole goblin army was behind him not in front, trusting only in the superb agility of his kind not to break his neck on the slippery road. There are more people fleeing upwards. One group, second, third. He still doesn't see his son so he picks up the pace leaving all that he passes in awe not only by his speed but more by the fact that he's running towards the danger and not away.

Then he sees him. Curufin manages to avoid first wolf and its rider, sending the hideous creatures down with a slash of his sword but there's another pair one just behind the first.
Feanor too has a sword, borrowed from an old man who regaled him for most of the climb with stories of his adventurous youth. Only his one is broken. The weapon is not of elven make and Feanor realized a little too late that swords made by humans require a lighter hand. Still, it's a good sword and it would be a waste to discard it. He has some hope there would be a place where he could reforge it later.
Right now it's nearly useless. It would be better if he had a spear or a bow but he has none. Only a hammer he picked up earlier.

So that's what he hurls at the diving goblin. He's got good aim so the hammer hits the creature squarely in the chest sending it falling limp to the ground. Dead or unconscious, doesn't matter, no longer a danger.

Gwen Stacey - All options OTA

[hibana_incursa]

Way Up - Dropping in

Wow, that idiot really shouted Tally-Ho.

[ Gwen isn't saying this to anyone in particular. It's just Harry Hook decided to be a bit extra and Gwen was rolling her eyes, waiting for her turn to jump. ]

I thought only extra's in really bad pirate movies said that. Hollywood got something right after all.

[ Time to drop in, she guesses. Her Spider-Sense screams DANGER DANGER DANGER before she hits the ground in a crouch and Gwen immediately sees why. This situation is a bad one, but it's not the worst issue she's ever dealt with. Just the weirdest. By like...a lot.

A nearby growl has her turning swiftly, eyeing the wolf that's eyeing her with his teeth bared and an ugly as hell goblin on it's back. ]

You're not here to ask for belly rubs, are you?

[ And that's when the wolf charges, the growl getting louder as Gwen watches it run at her. At the last second, Gwen jumps higher than any normal teenager should be able to, arching backwards in a backflip and webbing both goblin rider and angry wolf together. She lands as they skid into a tree and someone on her team (she really can't say who) takes care of them. It's bloody. It's bad. She's sure they're dead. And she's sure the kids need her help so off she runs to put herself between the children and the attackers. ]

This is gonna be a long, long day, isn't it?

[ Gwen asks someone near by as she webs another goblin to a tree, yanking the spear out of it's hands and knocking the goblin out with his own weapon. She's also quick to toss said spear in the general direction of her teammate the second she spots danger coming. ]

Behind you!

[ Of course, the second she's distracted, one of the goblins fires a bolt from their crossbow and it barely misses Gwen, grazing her cheek and leaving a red line across her skin. Without a word, Gwen webs the Goblin and whips it into a tree, not caring anymore if it's dead or not. They're not fighting fair, they're attacking small children, Gwen won't play fair, either. ]



Hide - A temporary Reprieve

[ It's later. Much later. Night time, in fact, and the children are all settling in for sleep. Gwen is not. Gwen has decided she's going to sit outside the cave they're in and keep watch for a few hours. With her heightened senses keyed into the sounds around her, she's doing her best to learn what sounds are good sounds and what sounds aren't.

So far, nothing bad is approaching, so Gwen is content to sit in the one-person web hammock she made, picking at a bowl of who knew what one of the kids brought her. Whatever it was, it was pretty delicious and certainly a nice break from the salmon they've been eating on the train.

Nearby, a couple rocks were webbed to a tree, her version of a timer. It was humid out enough where her webbing could last a while, so she was going to be out until her rocks fell and then it was time for someone else to take watch. Maybe she'd harass the pirate about it? ]

Elevate - Moving again - Day 3.

[ Gwen was kinda tired of this whole routine. Get up, travel, fight some monsters, find a cave to sleep in. It was kinda annoying. Not tiring as in she was starting to become exhausted from it, but it can't be good for these kids to be exposed to all of this bullshit. It was a yearly thing for them, which Gwen thought was awful, and she'd heard a few of the older kids talking. This was the worst it's ever been. That was enough to anger Gwen. To put her more on edge. Of course, this also meant that she was trying her hardest to distract the kids and be cheerful for them. Some of the kids, the smaller ones, were having a harder time with the steep track they were on, so Gwen had a good time carrying two or three of them at a time, some on her back, some in her arms. Whatever the case, the kids were laughing.

Gwen was on the way back down the steep slope to check if there were more of the smaller kids to get up the hill. And there weren't. Which was a good thing because now is about the time a goblin that Gwen's danger sense DIDN'T scream about shoots her right shoulder with an arrow. The force of it is enough to send Gwen backwards with a shout, twisting some to try to catch herself, looking around for the culprit. It's a single Goblin who looks like he's about to run off to tell his friends where Gwen and her friends are and Gwen can't quite lift her arm to fire off webbing so she shouts at her nearest team-mate. ]

Stop him!

[ And when you return can you please help Gwen with the arrow in her arm? Thanks. You're a doll. ]

Elevate

[afterburner]

Don't gotta tell me twice! [Renee growls, the telltale sign of her flight power kicking up around her. Not to mention this jackass goblin just freakin' shot her best friend, and she's going to make him regret it in the five seconds he has before she pounds him into goblin goo.

It shrieks as she reaches out to grab it, skimming low over the ground and then streaking up into the sky with the goblin in her grip. It's probably pleading for its life, the bow it used falling to the earth as Renee flings it up into the air and watches the goblin fall impassively until it thuds heavily to earth in many juicy pieces. Nobody fucks with her friends.]

Shit, are you all right? [Good thing about her flight is that it's fast, so she's back to at least try to help Gwen, but she does make a face at that arrow lodged in her bestie's shoulder.] Bet we gotta get that out post haste, don't we?

Red

[seawanderer]

Drop

They hardly need to discuss it before Feanor goes off to watch Curufin's back. Maglor and Maedhros have fought side-by-side far too long to be parted in this battle now.

And...Goblins.

Maglor looks and feels much more his old self than he has since arriving on the platform, though he was quick to hide his ears with a soft hum for disguise. Robes, if poorly made, better than the tatters he'd been wearing the past century or five. A cloak, that he figures will keep rain off. And he still has the new glove Tony made him, though he's found a second one that looks reasonably the same at a glance to make it less obvious.

Fight

He sticks to Maedhros, automatically falling in at the taller brother's right as they go after the goblins. There's a rather dangerous gleam in his eyes and a hard set to his features. It's easy to get a couple swords for them- the larger for Maedhros after a quick test of balance and capability.

Where his brother goes, he goes.

Any goblin that happens to get past his brother, he'll fling himself at to cut it down with a fierce yell.

[castintoflames]

It feels, deceptively, that no time has passed. His shadow is with him and Maedhros charges into the goblins with all the force he has left. Needless to say their foes are flying or hacked into pieces with the sword Kano found for him.

Once the majority of the beasts are under their feet, he turns to check on his brother.

"All is well?" he stabs his sword through one of the dead bodies, holding out his hand for Maglor to take.

[faithfulson]

[ Preparation ]
Luke was riffling through the clothes they were offered to wear, but his mind was elsewhere, lingering on the dream he had a few nights before. Something was going to happen, he knew it, he felt it, and it was linked with this mission they were about to embark on. He could still hear the screams of children in his mind, and...

“Run! Run!” It’s all she has time for before a wolf, a winged wolf, rushes her from behind, a small, pale figure with white hair, red eyes and cruel fangs cuts her down.

He fought against the urge to shudder, squeezing his eyes shut, before focusing on what he was doing. Somehow, even through his distraction, he managed to pull together something resembling an outfit. He was still holding the last part of it: a black cape with deep purple trim. It got a small smile out of Luke, and he remembered the first time he had worn a cape, and how many people had called him "Mini Vader" for it to the point he had hated it. He had since gotten over it, of course -- he could appreciate the dramatic flair of a good cape.

He was just going to... casually forget that purple was historically a color reserved for royalty as he slipped it over his shoulders.

[ Purple ]
The moment he's called to drop, training kicks in.

Luke was first to launch out of the train, tucking and rolling to absorb the impact of landing, and then taking off as soon as he was back on his feet, following the sound of children he could just barely hear over the train.

He had to hurry. He had to get there first.

The Force was humming loudly in his head, reminding him of the little girl, reminding of how she died again and again. He called out to it, grabbing a rock that might have been too heavy for him to lift normally, but he was too preoccupied with getting there to give it much thought. He heard her shout, "Run! Run!" and he flung the rock without looking, but he didn't need to see where he was aiming. The Force had seered such a perfect image of what was about to happen in his head that he hit the attacking wolf before it and it's rider got anywhere near to ripping the little girl apart.

Luke rushed the rest of the way to the girl, wrapping her in his arms and pulling her back behind the line of armed kids, just as he heard the other wolves and goblins rising from the hills.

Purple

[dredefulchilde]

Hey, capes are handy. Joscelin is head to toe in mourning colors, all blacks and grays and muted purples. His cloak certainly adds dramatic emphasis to the whole affair, even if it's worn by someone barely four feet tall.

He's fast on Luke's heels when he spots Mr. Science Fiction lob a huge rock at the approaching horde (using...what? magic? the power of his mind?) and rushes a little girl out of harm's way. Good. At least he's handy in a fight. The boy grips his stolen knife all that tighter and rushes towards the morass of goblins and flying wolf things. As he passes--far faster than he should be capable of--it becomes evident that he's far more than a mere child. His face has become something twisted and demonic, all long fangs and red eyes. He sinks his knife into the chest of a goblin and then reaches up and rips its throat out with his teeth.

He disappears under a pile of goblins after that, only to reemerge a short while later, covered in blood that is not his own, shorn of his handy cloak and knife. "I could use one of those flying boulders of yours right about now, Skywalker!" he calls over to Luke.