The Will to Fight: Conclusion

[voidtreckermods]

The battles rage loud and ferocious at the gates of the city and off in the ruined wastelands of Erda, and on the walls a struggle of a different kind occurs. The team who stayed behind at the towers are small but determined as they move stoically across the walls to right the stones that have become misaligned, even as their friends battle not too far away.

The city begins to hum. It's a quiet hum, not loud enough to be heard out where the others are fighting but it vibrates even through stone. The recovering monks assure them that it is done, the wards are back up and no demon will be able to enter the city.

Eventually the battle is won, all three battles. The demons fought back and killed, a major blow to their gate system that will keep them back for hopefully a long time. Those waiting in the caverns return to the city and by the time they get there the illusions are gone. Everyone can see the world for what it really is.

But despite the ruins of their world the people are relieved, the adrenaline of the fight coursing through their veins and the mood is one of hope. They will build again, their people will survive.

All Voidtreckers please return to the Voidtrecker Express. Departure will be in a few hours

It has landed not too far from the city, cloaked to make it unnoticeable to the citizens, for all the good that does. No one has been particularly subtle this last week. People can begin regrouping, packing up the camp and getting any wounded not already healed to the train.

However roughly half an hour later another message appears on their SCA.

Passenger Persephone has requested we remain on system System #86525656412355 for an additional day to further assist the people of Erda. The Voidtrecker Express will depart on the morning of Day Fifteen of the month of Kazoo.

The train remains where it is, so the voidtreckers can use its facilities. There is definitely a lot that can be done to assist those of this world and the citizens will welcome any helping hands.

After an extra day they finally depart, returning to the void once more.

(OOC Note: Once the wards are up any characters who are demonic in nature will not be able to enter the city either!)

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mood music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSqmNLRyUjI

[wishalone]

Kyoko inhales deeply through her nose... and then grins sharply.

If there's ever a time to be flashy, it's now.

Her Soul Gem begins to glow, brighter, brighter, too bright. Her fingers curl into a fist around it as if to contain it, but then she lifts her fist up over her head --

And flings the brilliant red light to the ground. Fire flares into life at her feet.

She begins to twirl. The flames lick up her legs, traveling up, up, up her body, leaving behind a trail of that red energy, until finally every inch of her glows, down to the ends of every strand of hair.

An eye seems to open on her chest, just below the hollow of her throat. With a flash, it solidifies: her Soul Gem, transformed, now a long, thin oval, the pupil of the eye. Kyoko clasps her hands before her, as if in prayer, and the moment her hands make contact with each other, they, too, solidify. The energy is peeling away, flickering and disappearing into the air like embers escaping a campfire, revealing aspects of a new outfit as it leaves.

Thick black cuffs at the end of long white sleeves exposing bare shoulders. A high collar on a long red dress, simple and unadorned until it ends in white ruffles. A school girl's pleated skirt, solid pink. High black socks, tall red boots. The only thing that hasn't changed is the black ribbon still holding her hair high.

Kyoko's hands shift, no longer holding on to each other, but apparently grasping something unseen between them. She pulls, and a golden rod emerges between her hands, growing the further out she pulls them -- keeps growing even after she stops to instead seize it. The end of the rod glows red as she spins it like a staff -- No, like a spear, it becomes clear as the red light flashes one last time, creating a large triangular red and white spearhead.

The last trick is unnecessary showing off: she twirls the spear in practiced movements, a cocky grin on her face, until she plants the spearhead in the ground and uses her weapon as a lever to launch herself into the air. She lands easily atop a column from a ruined building with a final splash of fire and sparks at her feet.

"And I'm just gettin' started."