#condy event

[misterallfiction]

“『These people aren’t dying as quickly as they should.』”

[gildedusurper]

What beacon of light could be causing something so harsh and blinding? Why it’s none other than King Knight, who apparently saw it fit to climb on top of a street lamp and pose on it. How is it supporting all that weight? How he did it seems to be just as big a mystery as his actions. 

With scepter in hand, the other raises, familiar fanfare playing loud enough to draw the attention of a few robots still wandering the streets--though it seems confetti hasn’t yet rained down as it naturally would with such a spell. The gilded usurper eyes the three approaching robots with a smirk, upper lip twitching twice until teeth are bared. 

“ What do you know! It must have been the helmet after all. Well... Now that I have your attention, I have an announcement! 

A new decree specifically for you t i n k e r i n g   t o n k e r s ! ”

Either he’d been losing balance, or the idea of sliding off his spot and slamming into the ground knees first might have seemed cool in some fashion. A small radius of gravel crumbles under his weight, leaving his first manner of business to clearing away the rubble from his knees. By now, the three robots were drawing near--and if he wanted this to properly work without it becoming a failure, he’d have to speak fast. 

Was anyone even witnessing this act...? Gods... he hoped so.

“ From now until you’re all turned into dust--or rust--I hereby declare that every last one of you be destroyed for ignoring your TRUE King! Let the three of you be an example of what I, King Knight, royal member of the Order of No Quarter have to offer--!! ”

Words had to be spoken quickly before the first lunging strike got to him. Green eyes examined every motion, flickering left to right, all hesitation made to swiftly block the oncoming strike against his scepter’s rod--from there, it slowly became like clockwork. 

He’d been accustomed to fighting one on one--though his time spent in Hive City admittedly left him a little rusty with his movements. Bringing his scepter to his side, a swift strike is quickly followed up by a kick to the jaw, putting all strength into forcing it downward for his heel to dig down--the combined weight of himself and gold wears being more than enough to turn metal into a mix of wires and gravel. Unfortunately, with his heel stuck inside the mechanic-beings head, he barely had enough time to soften the blow brought upon the next racing robot.

Knocked to the ground, he uses his other foot to kick himself free, scrambling to run back and leave distance between him and the remaining three. Ideas raced in his head, but none enough to stick or even compete with the one he had in mind. While the second rushed in with the final following suit, King Knight broke into a sprint, noting the decreased speed and lack of jumping height he was capable of doing.

Despite these limitations, it was enough momentum for his scepter to cause enough damage to the chest of the second, and as he’d done so many times before in Pridemoor, a leap back to assess the situation. The second was downed for a moment, and the third racing past.Taking a moment to still himself, King Knight placed his scepter back into inventory, waiting to soften the oncoming strike from behind his cape--and another--and a third, all taken until there was a chance to tackle it downwards and race to his feet.

With a surprising amount of strength for a man his size, King Knight grasped it’s leg, digging his heel yet again into the stomach of the third. It took some straining to separate leg from body--a spew of black liquid staining his face and chest, and yet not a single reaction was made. Why he decided a leg was more suitable to swing than a scepter was left unanswered. As soon as the recovering second had gotten close enough, all force went into smacking it on the underside of it’s chin, leaving both incapacitated close to one another.

“ --And now for the grand finale. Pause for effect... ”

Was anyone still watching? They best be. This was going to look so cool--at least he thought it to be. After all, grasping hold of the second robot and using it as a means to slam down body on body until both were unrecognizable messes seemed pretty dang cool. One more slam downwards leaves him nearly breathless--but there was still one last thing to do!

A leap backwards, hand raised, no fanfare playing, but the missing confetti from before suddenly seemed to show, falling downwards in such a slow fashion as though time itself had nearly stopped all for this.

Heavy pants made his chest rise and fall--hidden under the gilded chest guard he wore. Green eyes hastened--scanning every area he could see in his field of view.

Did anyone see this?

[suferiorquirk-archived]

             ┏ ⋮ ✖ ⋮ ━ ▶ “HELP YOUR DAMN SELVES!” Civilians who weren’t heavily injured ended up receiving this warm message from the hero in training. His attitude was most definitely the reason why he failed the ‘rescue’ portion of his recent exam.

[4ourleafclover]

@garyiisms  liked for an event starter

{🍀} “Alright Effie, you know what to do!” Clover’d let her pokemon out to aid in defense, and had found that he was quite good at his work. She didn’t know what the move was, but he seemed to be able to snatch random mechanical parts from the robots- which was quite useful in terms of shutting them down. Clover herself had her wooden axe at the ready, and was smashing up the droids, when she saw someone familiar a short ways off.

“Hey, Gary, right? Watch your back!”

Why robots? Why so many bloody robots?

[thatsaspicytaako-blog]

TWO of his spells were useful. In his time testing the boundaries of his umbra staff’s replacement, Taako quickly came to the realization that he could cast only four spells; all basics that many wizards learned quickly. Not only that, but they could only be cast once a day--and how was that useful when an army of robots came out terrorizing this place?

When it came to him and these towering hunks of metal, Taako knew when his odds of winning were slim, but where was he to run to? It seemed any corner held more of these fucks, and one wrong turn would lead to him being cornered and done for.

Ray of Frost was the first to be cast, and to his luck, the one robot he’d aimed at froze completely solid. One down, three left. One spell gone, three left. In his arsenal, he knew he had only Minor Illusion, Prestidigitation, and Mage Hand to keep himself protected.

“ This is a load of HORSE. SHIT. ”

The words as bitter and hopeless as he felt when scrambling out of the way of an attack only to find another waiting to strike him down. The swift hit easily knocks back his stocky frame, skidding across the streets sidewalk until his back met the building. Mage hand could crush one, then there’d be two. What were two illusion spells going to do?! He could disguise himself as them--but for how long would that charade work out in his favor?

With hands slapped down against stone and legs struggling to force him upright, he finds himself unsure whether to flee or fight. A rasped breath catches in his throat, and it doesn’t come with much thought that his next decision is to shout again...

“ MAGNUS. M-MERLE. IF THIS IS SOME KIND OF JOKE, YOU GOT ME BACK. HAH - HAH - HAH! SEE? I’M LAUGHING. IT’S COOL. I DIG IT. YOU CAN STOP HIDING NOW AND COME FUCKING HELP ME--! ”

[ninthextrication]

@sideburnsandvoice liked for an event starter

Junpei was deciding that he really didn’t like robots. If there were nice robots out there, then he didn’t think he’d ever met one- these guys were just annoying (and not to mention, dangerous). He was mostly just spending his time looking for anything that could be useful against them that’d been dropped, as well as keeping random people out of trouble, when he spotted someone out of the corner of his eye getting snuck up on.

Well, there was no time to reasonably shout out and warn them, so all he could do was instead make a run for it, and tackle him to the ground before the robot attacked. Only then did he realize who it was- the guy from when all those cupids were going around.

Awkward.

He quickly pointed to the robot and then moved to duck into an alleyway, motioning for Flammelle to follow after.

[umbralsun-blog]

[TO: All contacts] [FROM: DARK SUN GWYNDOLIN 🌘 ] 

[text] Some of you may die. Likely many of you have not suffered death previously in this place. [text] It will hurt, worse than any pain you have ever felt. But that is all there is. Pain. In a day it will pass.  [text] Her forces are not infinite. Given time the last of them will fall. [text] It is then that you should come for her. There are far more of you than there are of her. Tear her limb from limb. She has nowhere to hide in this city and she has vastly underestimated you.  [text] Blessings of the Moon upon you all. Remember my words.

[terthiodecimo-blog]

@murakumoisms

Roxas watches the endless number of masses of people just keeps growing and growing by the minute. Those who are skilled in the medical fields helping those who need it, healing any kinds of wounds. Those who risk their lives for others walking in with more and more people. Children crying, people whispering something influenced through fear. It’s pretty hard to watch. Roxas actually dispatches himself every now and then from one safe haven to the next to get people out of harm’s way. The guardians of this haven kind enough to let him regain some strength and rest. He shakes his head and sighs, standing up to walk over and offer food to the new comers seeking refuge. “Here you go,” his smile so fragile, but sincere in hopes of passing on the message that it’ll be okay. He would like to believe so anyway.

He continues on, handing out food but halts at a semi-familiar face. “It’s you.” Roxas tilts his head to the side. The odds of seeing her again. He would ask if she’s okay but he doesn’t see any wounds himself so that’s a relief in itself and the situation at hand is anything but okay. For what it’s worth though. Holding out the water bottle and apple to her he smiles a bit. “Here you go. Take it, you’re safe here.” At least so far the havens have been.