Difference between revisions of "2010-03-03 (PreU) Imbalance of Power"

Twisted rocks once more as the creature known as Guarlesia sends a swipe with her sword down out of the sky. A giant crater opens itself upon the ground, black smoke and mist flooding up from the depths of the ground only to leave a gaping writhing hole of darkness. This only lasts a few moments however, when Twisted replaces that part of itself with a large flow of bubbling lava from another dimension. Still, with that last hit, all of Twisted is now steadily shaking. Portals flare in and out of existence, soul and existence devouring monsters bubble forth and drain away as quickly as they come. It seems as if the entire existence is coming apart with every cut the woman makes. Floating through the air, Guarlesia begins to move off, looking down at the street below her.

Annoyance. This doesn't describe Senior Diablo's mood as he arrives with the rest of the Hell Council. After hearing Nancy and Gegoshi explain why his plan for taking over Twisted's Council Chambers fell apart, no pun intended, and finding out that Caliga is now a member of his Council, well... Annoyance isn't even the tip of the iceberg. He appears infront of his crowd and growls darkly at Guarlesia. "My plans may not be going the way I intended them, but I'll be DAMNED if anyone destroys this Twisted Street before I have a chance to make it my own!"

A quick grin is given from Caliga towards Diablo. "Blah blah blah. You'll survive Hornboy." The man suddenly vanishes, only to reappear with a rather ornate looking sword. He tricked Diablo this much already, he also tricked half of Twisted as well, so what other things does he have up his sleeves. He takes a rather deep breath, and whistles rather shrilly, causing the sound to echo all across Twisted itself. "Now.. What is the plan of action, oh majestic leader?"

Herr_Major looks on complacently. He was right at home among the Hell council. They pretty much allowed him to get away with whatever kind of destruction he choose to inflict. Mostly, he enjoyed watching the way other people tore eachother apart in war. Even rational even handed people could be quickened by blood lust. If he knew anything about the plans of others that did not exactly align properly with the Hell Council, he certainly couldnt be relied on to put a stop to it. Still, he had been kept largely in the dark thanks to his other projects... simply focusing on the logistics for his army, orchestrating a symphony of screams to his own watchful conducting. He was largely a man who existed perhaps most prominently in his own world.

A dense fog abruptly rolls in and out, bringing Nancy and the UR patrons with her. She seems shaken up, but that's to be expected. She never thought anyone would just blindly start following her. She speaks to the group with her as if finishing a sentence, "...so if I follow where all the powers are, maybe we'll find Myra or..." She blinks as she realises where she's brought them. "Oh... um... uh oh." Sure, that sounds good. 'Uh oh' always fills people with confidence.

The newly promoted maniac grins as he spots Diablo and the rest of the Hell Council. Adjusting the black trench coat he's wearing, Johnny slides over to Devi. "Oooh, looky. Co-workers!" This is going to end bad, you can already see it. "Think I should go tell them the 'good' news now, or wait a bit and see if they figure it out?"

Devi grins, her head half lolled back against the collar of her own trenchcoat. She slides an eye towards Nny, a dark chuckle coming from her. "Oh, no, I think you should wait. But then again, I've got a bone to pick with Diablo for all the shit I've been put through. I say wait. Watching him fall on his face after someone else surprises him will be worth it." Her grin splits across her face widly in the way that only people from her world have managed to do.

Xue nods to Nancy as they appear "Got it.... we'll need all the support we can get in this one..... ". She doesn't even blink at being brought to the place, used to such mishaps. Fate, perhaps? Whatever the reason..... "Lets hope our list of casualties is low on this one.... and avoid collateral damage where possible. There ARE still some innocent people still around....". She shakes her head at all the destruction occuring needlessly. Something to which she is all to familiar, and still to this day not in favor of. She draws her sword, and awaits the word that everyone is ready.

Wolfe stares down at his feet as the fog rolls away, lifting first one then the other. "That was decidedly.. different. And it seems everything is in one... uh oh?" His head snaps up, eyes going right to Nancy, "Uh oh?" He finally takes a long look around him. "Oh.. I see." Already that second presence with him is swirling about him, not visible for the moment, but anyone sensitive could easily feel it's eagerness. With a small metalic clink, he grips the chain belt, letting on end fall to the ground around his feet.

As the tremulous earth shatters in the wake of Guarlesia's last devastating slash, the flow of power does not diminish. It rises and oscillates, throbbing and whining while the dimensions shift - bringing to bear that molten rock. The lava leaves little room for life, and yet as it rolls forth to fill the earth's scar, a single being is left behind in it's path; stood upon a jagged spur of ensorcelled rock. "Guarlesia." The word is softly spoken, ruby lips barely moving as Hell's own Goddess of Balance turns her stormy amber eyes heavenward. A slender thing clad only in a dress of black lace, the darkness of her hair bound up in a mass of shiny ringlets, she should not cut a forbidding figure. Least of all given those that gather nearby. But the sense of purpose radiating from her is a force unto itself, and the twitch of anxious fingertips at her side betrays a fierce depth of passion she has never before expressed... not so openly as this... "GUARLESIA!" This time it is a cry, clear and strong, the Diaduin Emepherea tossing her head back as she sings out to the being that would undo this world. A battle cry, to open proceedings on the final battle for Twisted. Her roar becomes an assault, a ripple of pure force moving against the grain of the airways to disrupt the destroyer's flight. Let it begin.

Guarlesia doesn't pay attention to anyone arriving until her name gets shouted by the woman. She turns towards the shout as the air ripples around her. The six wings on her back stir and ruffle, and her long thick white hair flutters behind her. Her hand turns, sword angling differently than before, as she considers the human beneath her. Her upper left wing tilts up slightly before she says, "Fragment." And swings her sword. The air in front of her comes apart, ripping into small square red boxes that unfold themselves into glowing feathers. The wave floods downwards in an air, changing everything it contacts into a massive column of changing boxes. It's probably a good fifty feet around once it hits Twisted, and the area the catgirl is in, and will continue on down into Twisted, changing the landscape into the same as well.

Senior Diablo turns his head as more voices suddenly chime in behind him. Reluctantly he takes this moment to respond to Caliga. "Well now, I suppose that depends on what our newly arrived friends are up to. But I'd imagine we just turn around and all of us show Guarlesia here the same courtsey we show the sinners in Hell." He raises an eyebrow at Caliga and smirks, "I trust you don't need me to demonstrate this for you, correct? Not too rusty on the whole punshiment buisness? Or are you simply going to be more of a door greeter in our little slice of the afterlife?" His voice drops as Emi makes her appearence and with a wicked smile he adds, "Well well well. The guest list just keeps growing." Somehow hearing Emi's emotion has managed to rekindle that usual good mood of his, or maybe it's just because he's getting to bash on Caliga some more. But of course Guarlesia spoils the fun and attacks. Diablo's body tightens up as his eyes narrow. "...back to work." Darkness spreads out from the demon's shadow, gravemarkers rise up from the ground around them, the sky darkens. Remember the ending to the first Poltergiest movie? That's not far from what's happening here, and it's only due to the demon's rage. For the moment he keeps his stance and does not attack. The changing scenery is only a sign of his building power and nothing more...

The fabric of Twisted shakes and shudders under the strain of its very reality being torn apart. It's fairly unusual to see something threaten this nexus of realities so greatly as to cause the whole of it to shudder, but it's nothing new to Kalean. He's seen multiversal hubs torn asunder more times than he's criticized his apprentice, and that's an awful lot. The man who has been called a dozen different gods doesn't really seem to be surprised by much anymore, and it shows. As he stands next to NNY without flair, he idly munches on a granola bar, looking rather unconcerned, as if the event was a spectator sport. Kalean leans over a few inches toward Johnny, whom he has very pointedly not introduced himself to, and finishes another bite of his food before speaking. No matter how nonchalantly he acts, the man stands out way too much to be just another face in the crowd. His jet black hair is uncontrollably spiked, and the tie that holds it in a bushy ponytail seems to be made of iron or steel, and straining at the task. He wears an obsidian breastplate, with crimson glows tracing a patch through the 'weak points' in the armor. Underneath seems to be a simple black jumpsuit, and a pair of rather solid looking black boots. His shoulders are adorned with plates that lend a regal look to his already significant bearing, and they fall down into a dark brown cloak behind him. Obviously someone thinks a lot of himself. When he speaks, the voice is powerful, and free of doubt, fear, concern, or anything but rock solid certainty, despite the fact that he is asking a question. It doesn't sound like he lacks the answer, but rather like he's asking for NNY's input. "Whom are you betting on?" ... Yeah, that's about as casual as he gets. It's a start.

As Johnny, Devi, and even Xue arrive, Caliga suddenly switches his temperment, choosing to follow suit after Emi and Diablo. "All right... Lets get /serious/." The words come out almost without feeling, however a slight grin remains on his face, only to fade away. A stern look crosses his face as he raises the sword into the air. The sword suddenly breaks apart, causing five small green orbs to appear in the air infront of him. The orbs slowly start to form a circle which rise upwards into the air above him. "Guarlesia must be stopped.." Caliga's voice drastically changes, as if there no longer were one voice, but now two. He winces slightly at this change however, only to rise up into the air as well. The orbs float down around him, as if they were forming some sort of barrier. "Ken." A bright light suddenly starts to eminate from Caliga's eyes, only to engulf his entire body. Sparks of energy suddenly start to fly off from the orbs surrounding the now brightly glowing body, as if they were meant solely to keep whats happening in check as best they can. The light fades, revealing what seems to be Caliga, only with snow white hair. The energy however continues to pour outward, and can easily be felt all around.

In the distance, the stars are twinkling. Not metaphorically speaking, but rather actually flickering in and out of visibility, as if pulsing in rhythm with some unknown song. Not all of them, mind. Just the furthest ones at first. There's something physicists would have to say about the light from the stars not being able to reach a place at the same time, and yet they're all pulsing in the same rhythm nonetheless. Fascinating. And totally irrelevant to anything happening, apparently.

Herr_Major chuckles lowly to himself. "Why?" he asks... he was actually admiring Guarlesia's work. The sheer destructive nature of what was taking place consumed him. He simply loved it. However, it does occure to him the peacefulness that will decend if Guarlesia is allowed to completely dominate. Success in failure was the key priority. The harder they struggled against this kind of power, the more prolonged the destruction would become. Pitched battle... That was what would take place. Taking out a small cell phone from his pocket, he calmly dials in a number... waiting for the reciever on the other end. "Ahh... Lieutenant? Ragnarock is just around the corner. Could you kindly secure the area? All the players must stay on the field." he says with a calm businesslike fashion." He switched off the phone. At that moment, large zepplines began circling the area, decending from the clouds. Visible on the grounds, Major's vampiric soldiers begin to close off the perimeter, setting up small machine gun nests and grenade bunkers. They worked remarkably fast... "We will buy a little more time." he says calmly, smiling to Diablo"

With a heavy sweatdrop Nancy takes a step back from Guarlesia. She wasn't ready for this. She wanted to get things straightened out with Gegoshi before it came to this. As her eyes scan those around her a little more confidence returns to her. No one seems to panic. Everyone seems level-headed and ready. She should be too. Taking a deep breath she stomps forwards towards Guarlesia, coming to a halt beside Diablo. "S-sorry about earlier, Mr Devil." She refers to blaiming him for Concordance's planned attack. Before she can expect a response, assuming he heard it during all of his rambling, Guarlesia makes her first move and the Councilwoman jumps letting a small 'EEP' escape her. Then Caliga takes off into the air making Nancy once more feel small. For someone holding back so much power, she hardly shows it. Chalk it up to spending too much time having to pretend she's powerless. Sooner or later you begin to believe it. Slowly she makes her way backwards into the crowd behind her as her mind scrambles to think. She has to do SOMETHING... Still snickering from Devi's words, Johnny's head whips around at Emi's appearence and somehow his grin widens, "Allright!! Emi!!!" He waves frantically as if this was more of a social gathering than a battlefield. Before he can say anything further, Kalean speaks and the maniac twists his head around unaturally a moment before the rest of his body follows along. "Who..?" It takes him a moment, but he laughs at the question. "Well, US of course. I'm not going back to Chronos when I just got a promotion." He laughs more at his statement. well, at least HE thinks he's funny. One eye goes wide as the other narrows as his laughter is drowned out by footsteps. Johnny looks around them again and boggles, "So, hey... Devi... we have crazy zombie dudes everywhere. Maybe it's time we did something, huh? Y'think?" He raises a good point. He doesn't act yet, but he makes a good point.

As Guarlesia attacks Devi doesn't move, choosing instead to power up. Thankfully, the shaking ground hides the quake that comes from her sudden uproot of power. Her hair flutters sweetly in the breeze, though one could attribute that to any number of factors. She's here as back up only. Devi figures that if she can technically destroy a planet with a twitch of her finger, destroying a meer pawn of the former Council head shouldn't pose to much of a problem. More and more people appear, many of them powering up in the mist of the chaos of the wastelands. Devi idly wonders if anyone will be careless enough to fall into one of the floating worlds further in. She folds her arm, the force of her collected energy starting to lift her up off the ground to hover next to her comrads. Devi pays no attention to the rest of the Hell Council, although she is happy to see at least Diablo and Emi. She may not have any large love for Diablo, but she does respect his power. As Kalean appears, she leans around Johnny to look. "Hey. Don't I know you? Didn't you shine my boots one day? You did a hell of a job too." She completly ignores his narcissist mannerisms in favor of mistaking him for someone he's not. Oh well. His ego can handle a small blow. "Caliga. I don't think that's the wisest course of action." Great, that's all she needs. Something else to worry about. Emerald green eyes narrow at the gathered group. Wolfe, The ice bitch, Nny and Caliga are about the only ones Devi would really trust to watch her back, and Devi doesn't want it coming to that anyway. Devi sighs as the compounded energies in the area thicken the air, as though it got a lot more humid in the passing seconds. She looks back to Nny as he speaks to her. "Naw, not just yet. Those guys are on our side, I think." She rolls her neck, the trenchcoat disolving around her and the HELL kanji on her back glowing as she shifts her shoulders in time. Her hands clench and unclench as she shifts from foot to foot on the air. She grins that wide grin again, her eyes lighting up with glee as she says,"It's not long now, Johnny. We'll both be able to fill those dark needs, eh?" She laughs, her eyes locking on Guarlesia and narrowing slightly. Wow, she's feeling this one, ain't she?

Emepherea's stare remains level upon Guarlesia, watching her as though the six-winged woman had been her nemesis these ten aeons past. The swing of the sword, the summoning boxes, is all window dressing to her fury. Though she marks well the power that this creature of the Twisted Council wields, she reacts with a calm that may approach disdain, a thin hand rising gracefully and fluidly through the super-heated air to meet the first wave of the attack with a simple application of the palm. The First Lady of Hell would like to save what she can of Twisted's landscape, but the resisting field she calls into being only envelops the area around her person. It is another guilt to heap upon the rapidly forming pile, but the land will recover once it is ruled by one fair and just. Most of what Guarlesia demolishes would already have fallen prey to the lava flow, in any case. The conjured defence is a transparent and transient thing, yet it jars aside block after deadly block, each impact causing the tiny goddess' hair to billow and darken just a little further toward the void. Barely grunting as she weathers the last of the assault, Emi shifts her footing and launches herself into a skyward lunge. The ground that was beneath her gives away, retroactively enveloped by Guarlesia's efforts, and a beat later Hell's councillor hangs a hundred feet above the gathering, her dress billowing in the stricken winds. She may be perilously close to her foe, but she takes a moment to glance downward... toward a certain maniac. That endless amber gaze finds him for an instant, and she smiles, a soft expression which only turns the more deadly as she turns back to her quarry. "Guarlesia," she speaks harshly, tone measured and clipped, "Your mistress has passed into the place reserved for the most despicable of false prophets, and yet you persist in tearing this world apart. I will not bargain with you - I am no fool - but I /shall/ say that neither Hell nor void awaits you..." She tails off as Xue's spells reach their target, allowing a moment for the dust to clear before she once more raises her voice, unabated rage pouring into each snapped syllable. "Yours is to be a special kind of suffering!"

Xue begins the show with an attack of her own. Her eyes begin to glow with violet energy, as she summons the divine aspect of her power once more, something impossible had Caliga not healed her after the LAST incident. She begins to chant, weaving arcane power together with the divine. Ice bitch she may be, but ice isn't the ONLY thing she can do. True to her archmage title, she manages an impressive feat for a mortal, despite the divine assistance of her goddess. She casts two very powerful spells at once. Meteor swarm, which sends four large rocks hurtling at high speed towards Guarlesia, and Polar Ray, which sends a beam of pure icy chill. There is an added effect. On impact, the ice and fire should ALSO produce VERY hot steam, potentially causing FURTHER damage to the target.

If everyone else is powering up, why should Wolfe be the only one left out? Raising his free hand, Furfur materializes behind him, mimicing his pose. A spiraling light forms at his feet, spinning around him and the demon first at ground level then upwards until it floats for a moment above his head, giving a soft flash before flickering out. But the magical power it carried with it remains coiled around him, contained for the moment but straining to break free in a surge of magical energy. "Hold some back Furfur, don't use us all up in one go. And keep an eye on him will you?"

Guarlesia looks up towards the sky and the hurling meteors coming down towards her. She looks off into the distance and says, "Teleport." Calmly, the meteor impacting her body and turning it to ice, only to then disappear and reappear a few hundred feet away from the destruction raining down, which also moves her away from Emi and her shouting. "Reset." She says next, her skin being covered in burns, ice, and general pain if she was going to acknowledge it. At the word however, her body returns to normal, skin reshaping to be whole again, along with her clothing as well. Her eyes pass over everyone gathered, and decides that if Twisted erupts and stops existing, she won't have to bother with any of them anyway. She starts floating off, not attacking back against anyone for now.

Senior Diablo takes a moment to gaze at Herr Major's handywork and that smile returns to his face. "Excelent work as always, Major. It's a shame we never got to see that little war game you had brewing." His scowl returns, "Of course, nothing's gone right lately. I wonder if that's the reason Alessa hasn't returned yet..." If he only knew. Diablo's form seems to shift as his power continues to build. His height increases, the horns coming from his skull seem to lengthen. Nothing really impressive yet. We've still not seen what he's fully capable of however, but if this continues we just might. Darkness spreads across the land as far as the eye can see, as if Twisted has become nothing but a large black landmass. The upside is that it hides well the damage done to the landscape, although the cooling lava still burns it's way through, reflecting wickedly against the near shine of the blackness. The colors of the sky above seem to invert into a negative as the effect grows more solid. The demon seems to be getting ready more than a willingness to attack and that's exactly the case. Diablo doesn't want to strke unless he has to. Besides, why waste power when so many around him seem ready to go first? Beneath the inky blackness suddenly at everyone's feet it will be hard to notice, but the broken pieces of the landscape are reforging themselves together. Maybe Nancy has found someone to hold Twisted together so Gegoshi can be reset after all...

"Us. Quite an original answer, I'm sure." Kalean straightens up, and continues munching at his bar, certain to finish it soon. "...But then, my apprentice will likely side with you, so there is truth in your words. Noone can stand against an Advent, after all." His piercing black eyes sparkle with amusement, and far too much self confidence to be possessed by any one man. He glances over towards Devi, and ignores her comment in the way that a human might ignore an ant's attempt to knock at his door. He turns his attention back to Johnny briefly. "A thousand pardons, I was unaware you had company. Pardon me for interrupting." And then he steps away. His image fades from the inside out, leaving simply an outline where he once stood. His voice rings out in that area, still, calm and quiet, yet completely audible despite the loud noises in the air. "I hope she's had her shots." Likewise, an outline appears next to Emi in the air above, filling in from the outside in, 2-dimensionally speaking. "Good... This one is where she needs to be." He fades out in that outline-manner of his, again, but his voice still carries to the area around Emi, at exactly normal volume in spite of the uproar. "...Rather cute, for one of her age." Above Caliga and Diablo, the figure next fades into view, glancing downward. "The rest of the backbone is here..." He fades almost immediately, as if his existence in this place was becoming more transient with every moment. Or perhaps he just has no attention span. "...If half ignorant." Behind Xue, Nancy, and Wolfe, Kalean appears again. "And even the bit players are in their place." Alright, that's just rude. He fades again, this time appearing next to the Major. Kalean says, "...But your vampires are an eyesore, Herr Major." Kalean lifts a hand, looking towards the troops that the man had brought in. Tiny lights sparkle into existence above that raised hand, and then shoot out towards each of the vampiric troops in question, including the ones in the zeppelins if there are any. Each light holds enough power to vaporize the individual it is sent towards, if not dodged, though they fortunately don't track or anything too ridiculous. Still, it's definitely an attack. "...Kindly don't make me tolerate their presence any longer." ...His predjudices are more important than Twisted's continued existence. Of course. He has that level of ego about him.

"Aegis." Caliga's voice continues to echo out as if there were two people speaking in tandem, only to suddenly launch himself forward. He comes to a stop infront of Guarlesia, staring directly into her eyes. A faint image of a tail slowly unwraps itself from his waist, only to idly wave around behind him. "Stop. Stop before you get yourself destroyed. Your master is gone." His hands however, start to glow brightly, as energy starts to gather in his hands. However, as the energy gathers, what appears to be another set of hands overlapping his suddenly starts to flicker in and out of view...

Herr_Major simply doenst care about the state of his troops, wether they existed at all. Crux could do whatever he liked. On their own, they would try to avoid being damaged by the attack, but it probably isnt likely, given their reaction abilities. Major simply ignores everyone's opinion and watches contently, almost as if he isnt even really a participant but a spectator. He simply laughs at Crux request, almost mockingly. The man really had the Major pegged wrong if he thought this was exacting some kind of influence over him. Once again, the Major simply exists in his own little world. Psychologically speaking, he was rather untouchable that way.

The stars continue their rhythmic pulse, and the ones that appear larger, and thus that are closest, are slowly beginning to join them. Again, they pulse in perfect synch with the others, and more are joining the rhythm every moment. It isn't long before almost the entire sky is pulsing, save the nearest star, the 'sun', which remains, almost stubbornly, bright and unwavering. It's a non-conformist, apparently.

Flight. Can Nancy accomplish flight? Is that one of her abilities? She ponders this rather seriously as she looks up into the sky at everything going on. Her voice seems to echo out from Diablo's growing darkness as she takes advantage of it to amply her voice. "GUARLESIA!?!? Stop this!! There's no reason for all of this!! If you keep this up everyone will get hurt... or worse..." The amplified voice dies off as she tries to slink away once again. "...I don't want to see my friends hurt..." If anyone pays attention to her words, the friend comment is directed towards Guarlesia. She only has two people on Twisted's Council she considered friends, and the other one seems to be dying back at the TASK building. The girl fights back tears as she strains for some form of solution... Her eyes glance briefly at the darkness below her. Somewhere in the back of her mind an idea begins to form, but she doesn't yet have the time to fully bring it to the surface. Johnny C shakes his head and laughs again at Devi's eagerness. He may not show it, but his eyes are focused on Emi. with everything they've been through he'll be damned if he lets Guarlesia lay a hand on her, but even still he doesn't feel the need to join the battle just yet. Besides, that would only spoil his surprise for the Hell Council. The maniac takes things into account. The zombies aren't attacking. Everyone seems to have their own agend...a. As the Nazis are abliterated Johnny draws his remaining Dread Dagger and spins towards Kalean's voice, "Hey now. I don't like skinheads either, but that's a bit extreme. Save the fighting for the guys attacking!" He's genuenly pissed. In other words, he no longer cares about the goings on around him. "Do it again and it'll be you lying in Hell next." One eye goes wide as a thought suddenly occurs to him. oO(When'd he move over there?)

A minor fluxuation in the astral composition occurs. A paper-thin pocket dimension, formed for the merest of seconds, and only of length and width to occupy the space occupied by the Majors neck. If it is undetected, it would serve to sever his head from his body, at least for a normal mortal.

Devi snorts at Kalean. "Worm." She turns her attention away from him. If he's going to ignore her honest question, then why bother with the bugger. Devi leans back around the crowd to eye Wolfe. "Nice Beast." Devi grins wider still, her hands glowing softly in the haze of attacks and lava. "Oh no way. I am not missing out on this. She is not running away." Devi disappers, coming back into sight in front of the retreating Guarlesia. "I don't think so." She stands behind the forming Aegis, her body quaking violently with the need to bash something in. "She won't listen. They never do." She tilts her head and suddenly a fist is flying towards the side of Guarlesia's head. The speed of the attack leaves a vacuum in it's wake, the air sucking to fill the void left by the fists' travel path trivial to the other sounds occuring in the area. The fist twists at the very last second, another opposing rush of power fluxing outwards towards the target. Devi's lips nearly buzz as she mutters incoherently to herself, her eyes glazed over, her vision a haze of rage and desire for the fight. She's getting as bad as Kaldrath. Within a half second of her first attack, her second fist strikes out in the same way, twisting and doling out another whoosh of power. Speed is something that Devi has, moving fast enough for the image of her arms to blur.

Xue watches the goings on, and looks to Nancy "Is there any way to neutralize her powers long enough to inflict some kind of damage? Talking won't solve the problem at this point, unfortunately......". She meanwhile throws a quickened acid orb at Guarlesia. The big guns didnt work, so best to take it slow and conserve the rest. It isnt the most powerful of spells, but its not weak, either. Just something to keep her busy at best....

Wolfe lowers his hand, holding it out, palm towards Guarlesia. Once more Furfur mimes Wolfe's actions exactly, except for one minor detail. A crackle of electricity form's around Furfur's outstretched hand, the glow of magic hovering around him finally breaking free to join with the lightning, making it glow even brighter, the stink of o-zone filling the air. With a sudden crack the bolt flies out towards Guarlesia, screaming as it rips through the air.

Emi follows the action with quick, darting motions of her eyes, falling silent once her threat is delivered to observe the others in this chaotic dance. So many arrayed against one; and even her derivative human senses are screaming at the pressure heaped upon them. Her heart thrums rapidly in her chest, hammering against her ribs, and her stomach rolls as a basso vibration permeates her being. Chi, magic, divine power, and that most basic and primal of energies; emotion, all well up within her. She begins to draw upon it, and the air starts to shift in a spiral centred upon her slender form. Her gaze flicks to Kalean when the man's form appears, and a frown creases her brow. There are cards here she has not yet seen played; and it is disquieting in light of a plan that cannot fail. But it will not. She will see to it. With a roll of her shoulders, she turns in the air with deceptive gentility, surveying the array of warriors set against Guarlesia as she replies to the saiyan's outline. "It is not I who needs to be in place, stranger." In contrast to her outburst moments before, this is a bare murmur - for his ears only. Her hands lift to her fore, fingertips beginning to reel an invisible reel of silk, tracing eldritch patterns in the air. It is not wholly a necessary gesture, and perhaps Kalean will sense that; but ceremony is important. With a hissing exhalation of breath, that leaves a cold fog in the air above Twisted, the Diaduin Emepherea thrusts her palms outward... And not toward Guarlesia. To one side of her, up in the sky. A rolling red-black cloud, hardly a rare sight in the tumultous airways of this world, strays aside with a grumble of distant thunder. It reveals a rooftop, complete with a chimney and rather prettily painted slates. Upon it, the small and insignificant form of a young girl. A nobody. A non-issue. A shudder runs through Emi's body, and she draws a breath that has been held for several moments. Tears prickle in her amber eyes as she draws a hand down to her hip, preparing to put into motion her greatest regret... with a hope for salvation... Her heart goes out with her mind, reaching a ravaged mind with words that will hold firm over any nightmare. ~Open your eyes, and see.~

Guarlesia brings her sword up before herself and stops her forward floating motion as Caliga stops in front of her. The runes along her blade flicker briefly, "Gone?" She questions him, as she feels Diablo trying to bring Twisteds...twisted underneath back into shape. She'll have to talk to Dimension in a moment to fix that problem. There certainly are a lot of people here. Of course, they all have to die and be destroyed. "I have no ma--" She doesn't finish her sentance as Devi's punch impacts against the right side of her face. The left half bubbles outwards and then explodes in a shower of bones and brain matter, which does help her dodge that second punch, since most of her head has been blown away by the impact. Acid from Xue then coats her body, smoke and the smell of burning flesh and materials wafting into the air, followed by an impact of lightning that crackles around the decapitated body. It hangs in the air for a few moments before it then begins to plummet out of the sky towards the ground.

"...If only you knew how often I have heard similar threats." Kalean turns to look at Johnny, pleased to see that he has the man's attention. Narcissist. He's even smiling, just a bit. "... But alas, I do not think you have any say in the matter." It is at this moment, precisely, that an aberrant shift brings a pocket dimension to bear exactly in the space where it would sever the Major's head from his shoulders. Kalean glances back at the major for a moment, and the glee that still reflects on the nazi's face. Well, if the man's going to die, Kalean might as well make it look like it was his doing. He lifts a hand towards the Major, empty palm facing outward, and turns his fingers to face the sky. A massive pillar of energy bursts forth from the ground below everyone's favorite nazi. (Note: The opinions expressed in this narrative do not necessarily reflect the opinions of Twisted and its players in their entirety, and are void where prohibited by law.) The pillar is an all consuming force, and, unless the Major dodges the incoming pocket dimension headed his way, it will engulf his corpse, causing him to go out like a roman candle. It is, on the other hand, exactly as wide as the major, and not a bit wider, so if the man does avoid the decapitation, he'll likely avoid the blast as well. That's the price of assuming noone will ever dodge your attack, though, isn't it? Egotist. Kalean turns to look back at Johnny with an amused expression, yet somehow he still manages to look indifferent at the same time. His black eyes shine with a golden gleam for a moment, and it's as if he can see everything. As Guarlesia falls from the sky, he turns to face Johnny fully, despite being a ways away now. "...Come, though, show me the strength of your newfound position, child. It shall amuse me before this world ends." Before the world ends? Didn't Guarlesia just fall? Kalean's eyes glance past Johnny towards Emi for just a moment, and his grin broadens, just a bit. When his eyes fall upon the raging devil, that grin just grows further, as if he was privy to some secret meant only for him. "...If you can touch me, perhaps I shall even stop the Aegis, and afford this place a few more brief moments." ... Zuh?

As Guarlesia falls to the ground, Caliga suddenly vanishes, only to re-appear above her as she falls. "Shin." His hands suddenly move together, forming a square with his fingers touching. "Kikoho." A faint trail of energy suddenly launches itself forward, moving to strike the body of Guarlesia into the ground. A large square crater suddenly appears beneath her, as wave after wave of this energy pours forward, only causing the crater in the ground to grow deeper and deeper with each strike. His body however starts to glow once more as one of the orbs suddenly shatters, causing the overlapping features to become more apparent. Even as Diablo starts to kick the woman's body, Caliga continues the onslaught with the blasts.

Herr_Major is of course, overdetermined to die. His distracted nature and detatched sense of self simply allows him to drift even as he becomes to focus of an attack. Major never saw himself as central to anything or any sort of plan. He enjoyed destruction and war as long as it would last, thriving in the chaos of combat. And for him, it ended today. Returned to the eternal, Major's corpse is consumed by the enchantments that drove him to become detatched from the last material thing he ever possessed (kudos to anyone who gets the double meaning here). His last thoughts were not any different than those he shared while he was still bound in form... "What wonderful destruction..." he thought to himself before the Major passed into the state which rendered him unable to care about anything whatsoever.

Senior Diablo turns from the destruction caused by Caliga, his clothes burning off as well as his form. What is his true form anyways? The demon's height reduces as he walks away, his wounds seeming to mend themselves as even more of the wounds and clothing burn away. It's all for show, after all. His entire purpose of being and that show seems to have been brought to an abrupt conclusion... Nancy's eyes widen as tears begin to freely fall from her face. Her friend seems to have just been killed and once again there was nothing she could do about it. Caliga's onslaught makes it worse. Insult to injury if nothing more. She turns away from the scene only to see that the Major meets a similar demise. Her eyes go wide once more as she burries her face in her hands. Diablo was right, nothing was supposed to happen this way. Johnny laughs. Loudly. At the destruction, at Devi's attack, at Kalean's comments, at Diablo's misery. This is all pretty funny from his perspective. Best to just ignore him for now.

The quickened beat of her heart deafens Devi to anything else but the hunt. Preadetor and prey. Perhaps she's sick, and perhaps she's drawing to deeply in on the maniac's old mind set. The sight of blood, the smell of war, the air of fight sends her blood boiling, pushing her to destroy. *~Finish it. END IT~* Something in the back of her mind shudders, snaping under the shear weight of bloodlust. Her hands swing wide, arking around her as she puts her wrists together, palms flashing out towards the falling Council Servent. Thin lines of electricity cackle around her arms, snaking their way up her body, the kanji on her back burning. Devi feels no pain right now, no whispers of moral ideals. She's converted back into what she was before, when Oblivion was her master. War starved and overly eager, although this time, she's got a whole no bag of tricks. A ball of power snaps into exsitance, having been built since she started powering up. Deep green eyes narrow and start to sink in as she drains herself for the attack. "Hu-HAAAA!" She keys up, the ball blasting out, growing larger as it rockets towards Guarlesia. Waves of heat distort the air in the wastelands, floating sand crystalising from the heat. The image is very nice though, millions of what looks like tiny dimonds catching the light and refracting every color in the prisim. They hang in the air for a brief second, before flying outward as the ball passes down through the glass fog. With Caliga and Diablo and whomever else is within sigh distance from the sight of attack, someone needs to find refuge. The flowing lava even bends to the force of might as Devi watches her ball decend, the people below enveloped underneth it's glow. Devi says, "This is the last, the final, and the end. I will not play this game again. I will not ruin what has been created in this hell hole. May you be damned." Devi looks tired. More then that, she looks half dead, dropping altitude dramtically as she struggles to keep herself upright. "I hope at least some of you make it." Her eyes roll up, a finger twitching out as she falls unconcious. She shimmers from the air, into nothingness, back to safety, if anywhere is safe. Devi is currently unconcerned with the aftermath of her biggest attack, and just making sure she doesn't start drawing on her life energy has become her main focus.

Xue's eyes widen at this. Bad mojo comin! She instantly casts the most powerful defensive bubble of force she can around herself, Wolfe, and anyone else within close proximity to her, and focuses entirely on maintaining it!

Wolfe can't do anything but stare wide eyed as the attack descends on the area. He looks over to Xue, and does something he rarely does, he prays, prays she can maintain that shield. All the while he mutters to himself, mostly nonsensicle babble about cards.

If the rage on Emi's face was staggering, then the horror as she watches Guarlesia fall is even more so. The tears begin to cascade down her cheeks as a heated flush consumes pale flesh. The joints in her fingertips crackle and pop as she closes each hand tight, the distant cloud beginning to close over her betrayed friend's hiding place. But she stays it with a thought. This cannot be over; even with the attacks that rain down in sequence, hammering the six-winged destroyed into the earth... nothing so huge could be so easy... And, finally, selfishly, she thinks that she cannot have done what she has in vain. Was it unnecessary? Has she betrayed her boundless past and her precariously balanced present, has she betrayed... the thought dies with a choked sound from her throat. Destruction soars to meet her, and her entire being turns to a black-within-black void, rippling in the manner normally reserved only for the hair upon her dainty head. The eyelid of the universe shutters. Every being, no matter their power, will see a single instant of pure nothing as the rules of reality are momentarily rewritten, transporting each and every one of the warriors to a point just outside the blaze. It's an invasion of privacy, and something she would not normally do; but she will lose nobody else over this. She will not allow any further mistakes. ~This ends.~ Emepherea's voice floats into each and every head - barring the one she has already addressed in this manner. That is left to observe, to see what continues to unfold. ~And it ends /well/.~

A kick from Diablo into Guarlesia's body, then continued impacts from Caliga, sending her down into the cracked pieces of Twisted, fragments of the street flying out from the edges as she goes down deeper, and then finally the massive explosion brought down from Devi. Nothing is left of Guarlesia's body after all of this destruction, save her sword, of course. A rune upon it flares and the sword teleports into the air, floating. It turns once, swinging downwards, and a single, thin line of Power flies from the blade, darting down towards the surface of Twisted. If no one stops the ripple of power, that even a normal human could feel was there, even if they couldn't see it, it will dive down beneath the ground, twirling and writhing its way throughout Twisted Street, sliding itself between piece after piece of fragmented dimension and materials, like a great sewing string. The sword, or well, really, Guarlesia, pulls itself backwards, and the string of power snaps. The dimensions of Twisted all start to come apart, one after another, worlds and dimensions each cry out to the other, as their fabrics are torn and destroyed. The Twisted Street, a long road of black stone, begins to seperate, pieces shooting off into the nothingness of chaos, while others simply evaporate into nothingness.

When Johnny seems to descend into nothing but fits of laughter, Kalean's grin shrinks a bit. He looks smug, but no longer all that pleased. "... A shame. Noone has tried to kill me in a while, it is becoming an exercise that I remember fondly, but am destined to have little of in the future." ... And he wants people to attack him. So he's full of himself /and/ insane. Good to know, good to know. "...As I thought, none of you understand. It is to be expected. But I suspect that you will, soon." Kalean looks up to the stars, stars whose pulsing is growing more intense. He turns his view back to Emi and Caliga, giving only a moment's pause to whistle at Devi's descending attack. Now that's a respectable way to handle things. Pour your entire being into it, give it your all. He can respect that. It won't work... but he can respect it. A nice attack. His eyes don't remain on it long enough to watch its finale, however. After all, it's not like he imagines it can hurt him, the arrogant jerk. He just looks at Caliga and Emi for a few moments, before smiling again, and crossing his arms. "...Or you will die. Either way is the same to me." The blast hits, and everyone is pulled away, though Kalean, somehow, remains. Was he /that/ powerful, to resist Emi's pull? Or did he move back so quickly it appeared that he never left? Either way, he remains. He will not be pulled about like a figurine on someone's chess board. He is not a player. He is a watcher, despite his inability to abide by those undead abominations. There is one more player who has not yet taken the stage, but Kalean never credited his apprentice with a talent for seeing beyond the surface. His thoughts are interrupted as the force of the blast actually strikes him, and he pauses for a moment, admiring it. It's strong. It's hardly a pitched battle, but it shall have to do. He disappears into the blast, and is not able to be seen within it. When it ends, he is not visible any longer. Perhaps he died. ... But probably not.

As Emi forcefully teleports Caliga away, another one of the orbs shatters, and he vanishes, only to reappear upon the battlefield once more. "Concordance. That's enough." The voices suddenly ring out, once more echoing across Twisted as he vanishes and reappears next to the sword, moving to grab its hilt. His body starts to shake violently however, as his hair starts to grow, becoming rather messy and spikey at the same time. The tail however, seems to be fully apparent. "We're done with this fight."

Xue maintains her telekenetic sphere of force, even when teleported and out of the way. Wolfe would be able to stand within it unharmed, while she maintains its location in space, even as the ground drops out from underneath and away. This is DEFINATELY bad..... she looks to wherever Nancy is, not bothering to wait to see what happens. "Can you get me back to the Usual?". She sounds definately urgent.

The moment Xue asks her question, Nancy snaps out of her state of shock an nods. A dense fog rolls in from nowhere and takes anyone who happens to be standing beside her away. She need to think and clearly that won't happen here. This is as good of an excuse as any...

The stars in the sky continue to pulse, and now, finally, the 'sun' joins them, darkening and brightening with the other stars in that simultaneous, impossibly choreographed rhythm. This time, because it's the sun, every time the rhythm pulses dark, almost all light seems to fade, save that given off by things on Twisted itself, such as the lava and any lights that might still be on. It's ... actually /very/ distracting. Fortunately, it doesn't last very long. From the sky itself, a figure of pure light makes contact with an intact portion of Twisted Street. It hits with the force of a mack truck, cratering, as things around here often do. The form of Crux Caedon resolves itself behind that light, crouching on one knee and one hand. As the light fades to reveal his form, however, something seems a bit... unusual. For one, that arm and leg seem to be the only limbs he has at the moment. His other two seem to simply cease at the joints, as if they never existed in the first place. He's breathing hard, he looks like he broke a few ribs... and perhaps most disturbingly, he's not bleeding. "... Son of a bitch." ... Oh... kay? Well, at least the stars stopped their pulsing. They all seem to be lit, now.

~From the fertile soil of civilization, to the blaze of its fires...~ The voice of the goddess continues to pour forth into each mind not prepared and shielded, no longer consciously forcing - but carrying a compulsive force that begins to enter more minds as it is amplified. Wild and panicking maltravellers across the length and breadth of this dying world hear it, women and children hear it as they cling to each other for comfort. There is no stopping her. Not now. ~In the dawn-spirit of my mother, out of the chill breeze of madness, and for the impending twilight of my father... for those I have loved... and those I may come to love...~ Far in the skies above, still fluttering in the fading maelstrom left behind by the unconscious - and divinely preserved - Devi and her fellows, the black ribbon of Emi begins to turn slowly to trace the sword's trail. Guarlesia's physical body may be dead, but all things can be unmade. She focuses her very astral core upon the essence of the fallen 'angel'. In the darkness, twin glints of amber. ~For my actions I am truly sorry. But the outcome shall be my gift.~ As Crux appears, the voice intones also in his skull. It even gains a surge of warmth somewhat removed from the distant, dread calm that has overtaken the Diaduin Emepherea. Her shadow's hands twist and writhe suddenly, and the rooftop is struck by a ray of orange-gold light. Holy energy explodes in a pulsing, semi-transparent ripple as the shielding about the girl, about Yoiko Hibiki, is opened. Across a link made by the tiny goddess streams every thought and emotion, every memory and every experience past and present. Everything that is negative in Twisted, that has been negative these past three weeks, hits a dimunitive form that could never handle such pressure. Not alone. But Yoiko Hibiki is not alone. Something sits alongside her, guiding, comforting, even as the Balance swings, becoming dark. Becoming destruction. Embracing the most vicious human emotion of all. ~My wrath shall be my price. Goodbye, Guarlesia.~ With that, the emotions of the goddess herself sweep forth in a torrent. They are all the more potent for being a crime against nature itself.

Guarlesia doesn't care if Caliga grabs onto her, thought he will find his hand can't actually touch the hilt, an invisible field keeping him from actually making contact, though he can grip the field like it was the hilt nonetheless. Guarlesia's voice speaks from the area of the sword, the runes upon it flickering, "I am not Concordance. I'm Guarlesia." She says, as Twisted continues to come apart at the seems, even the chaos itself it starting to lose its own chaos, turning into nothing but spasmic lights of darkness. Wells of air begin to suck downwards out and, tornadro's beginning to form and rip through the area.