EMBRACED [Event]

The fire ring that Giza threw at the building got put out almost instantly, so at least he now understood these vines aren’t flammable. While he was trying to come up a way to go around that issue, he heard Aurora talking to him down in her location. It’s seems that the dragon’s thralls were pouring out from the Shiro Tower on mass; if they can deal with the Tower, they can actually lowering the thralls to deal with in order to get closer to the dragon.

“Roger that.” He shouted to her.

It is quite a nice feeling; he’s finally helping her doing something together, perhaps even making a different to the situation. This will be the very first time both of them ever targeted the same target together with their power. He will make sure not to screw this moment up, because this action alone will set him apart from any other of his rival toward her attention.

Since fire were proven to be unaffected toward those vines crawling around the building, he thought up another idea. Fire isn’t the only thing that is harmful to plant, they’re also quite vulnerable to the icy cold of winter as well. Using the similar method as before, Giza gathered enough water from the air in order to form a giant sphere of water, much bigger than the last one. Focusing his aim at one of the main root, he shifted the spherical shape into a long dagger-like spear and threw it straight at the roots. As soon as the spear pierced through the root, the water will start to super-freeze from that point all the way up to the other vines, spreading in a terrifying speed. This process would help Aurora cutting these vines easier from how fragile the frozen roots become.

Action: Maneuver (Alteration) against Shiro Tower

“Well, this is quite unexpected.” Anonymous thought to himself.

When he decided to threw the volatile chemical inside the Horizons Building, he was expecting more of those thralls coming out. What he didn’t expect was a thought that isn’t belonging to the thralls or any supers close by. There’s only one possible solution to this conundrum: he managed to stumble onto the dragon, or at least the dragon’s brain, by accident. To think all he choose this building because it’s the closest building to his location that shown the sign of those vines more than the other smaller building.

He’s still unable to fully listen to the dragon’s thought, so it must lie somewhere below the ground near the Horizons Building. Of course, the only way for him to get a full latch onto its thought is to actually got closer to it, meaning he has to went inside to remove those concrete layers between him and the brain. Even though he has a mean to defend himself against attack, getting inside the building without a plan is simply suicidal, especially when he doesn’t know how far the dragon have taken control of the building.

Since the last method has proven quite useful, there’s isn’t much that Anonymous can do other than this. If his theory is corrected, then those vines crawling all over the building in downtown might actually a part of the dragon. Meaning any damage that the vines substain from the super’s dealing with them, then the dragon might probably feeling the pain from them. Maybe that’s how the dragon were able to control those vines, similar to how an octopus’ tentacle have a mind of its own.

There’s only one way to test this out; using the volatile gas that he threw into the Horizons place, Anonymous raised his cane up and started to focus his mental power straight into the building. He might be able to decrease the dragon’s pain threshold, giving any suffering it have on any of the vines thousand time worst than before. The dragon might not pay much attention to this increase in pain, but at least this will help him getting further understanding on how this dragon work.

Action: Aggression (Subdual) against Horizons Building

From their vantage points the Agents of L.O.V.E provided some blanket covering fire and harrying shots directed at the elite troops that had been sent after them. The bullets ricocheted off quite harmlessly and across their com channel Shep could heard Brooklyn cursing under his breath. They team, perused by the elites, evacuated themselves from the rooftop- using a nearby fire escape from the shorter structure near the Shiro Building. The jumped, skipping levels as they went. Their breath came heavy and their muscles ached. They were silent as they roughly landed on each level.

The Good Shepherd thought to himself about how much easier this would have been with super strength or maybe endless stamina. Hell, even some lame heat vision power would have been able to melt these attackers. Instead they were dogs fighting dragons. They, honestly, didn’t belong in a situation like this. It was insane to think they were worthy to pull off something like this. The Shepherd had some intel chatter on what else was going down, not exacts but news feeds and other data sources. There was no way he could match up with that sort of firepower. Supers were just too… powerful. What hope did humanity have against nightmare creatures like this? He knew it was only a matter of time until the situation came to a head- an us vs them showdown. The only reprieve humanity might have would be sheer numbers but even then he wasn’t sure how many would fight. Maybe organization too- but the supers here, united by a common goal, were quite clearly capable of banding together when it was required.

As if to reinforce the point, Shepherd hit the ground with an audible “urf” when he reached the pavement. His joints were only human and there wasn’t a “regenerative healing factor” waiting in the wings to patch him up- he was 100%, USDA, human and that meant he’d get up tomorrow (if he survived) and his knees would creek and he’d wince from the swelling.

“Ok team! Move out, I want eyes in every direction!” He said and his two agents formed a small triangle. They blasted at approaching thorns and spines, keeping themselves clear. They needed another base of operations- clear from the attack.

The Good Shepherd had gotten wind of the situation with the spores and though he might have a solution. Calling in a paramilitary helicopter, he asked it to try to disperse the clouds of spores with it’s down-thrust and provide some covering fire. If there was going to be a war between humanity and supers, it wouldn’t be because humanity abandoned them. His team was here to show the super community some L.O.V.E.


Action: Maneuver(Field) against the Spore Generators

Toko cursed mentally, his method was effective but too slow, he was becoming rusty...And who the hell was this large oaf crashing into the building. Bulwark, how typical, there is no time to spend thinking of the imbecile though. Toko's hands were a blur as he popped open his brief case and began to cycle through a multitude of vials and shells, quickly loading the odd mixtures into a magazine and reloading his rifle that he was beginning to aim at the Shiro towers, it needed to be taken care of with great haste. Releasing a held in breath, he began firing his careful barrage into the crowd of thralls, each bullet with a different intent of either changing their programming, composition, or life span.

Action: maneuver alteration against Shiro Towers

The frustration of being trapped into an eternally changing maze had finally gotten to Pride and had him dashing through nearby walls to make a pathway outside so that he could at least assist his flame and have an enjoyable fight. With arms raised to block debris, he soon made it out and launched himself toward the ground before using the momentum to swing a sudden upper cut that made a fairly violent air current flow upwards. A thrall had attempted sneaking up on him but he disappeared and several after images showed Pride delivering seven different punches to the thralls around him.

Action: maneuver Speed against remaining thralls

Working with Lust was certainly a strange experience. Not because of her excentricities - those were the normal of Pandaemonium - but in the changes she was noticing in herself. As much as she might pretend otherwise, Limen still felt a good amount of fear whenever she did stuff that was likely to kill her like this; she just chose to kindly ignore it. Right now, though, it had made like that student who was only there for participation credit on a day the teacher wasn’t taking roll, and was mysteriously absent. In its place was this gung-ho feeling that was what Limen imagined it felt like to be a bear on the bear hunt. There in laid another underlying mechanic, a little more relevant to and far more noticeable in the present happenings.

Aiming required a precise level of concentration. She utilized it more than anything else; over strength, a steady hand, finding targets, or tracking the various moving objects she did or didn’t want to hit, because it was the conductor of the entire operation that brought the arrow to it’s target. Too little and she became distracted, unlikely to notice flaws that needed to be corrected or be swayed towards other targets, making her unlikely to hit either. But given too much, arms would begin to fidget as the brain tried to micromanage over the muscle memory and she began to second guess her shot. This was true at any level of shooting, but at the distance Limen was aiming for, the slightest deviation from that point-perfect level would shake her hand and the arrow would fly meters off target. It’d taken ages to find that perfect level of focus, and longer to make reaching it a second nature. Her concentration taking a evident drop was a strange feeling. She’d adjusted to it quickly enough as leaning into that built up brain muscle memory was easy when she didn’t have all those rational thoughts trying to override them, but that she was noticing that she was noticing was this meta thought that made her head spin.

So it was a good thing not focusing that was easy enough. It left an off feeling in her gut, but that was one among many she was feeling within this proximity of the woman whose presence alone was assurance that absolutely everything was okay and otherwise perfect. She was wearing the same grin she’d taken while driving the bike madly through turns at a speed she’d be hard pressed to argue as safe, even though it was quickly becoming clear that shooting the vines was doing about as much good as poking them with toothpicks. She was enjoying herself like a predator might enjoy chasing crafty prey. Absently, she wondered why she didn’t always fight like this.

But maybe that was just the jubilation of fighting a dragon like an idiot and not feeling like an idiot for the part. With the ineffectiveness of her present attacks on her present target, she sought out a new one. Others were focusing on the large tower, closed to appear all but unpierceable. She bet she could find some cracks to land an explosive arrow in.

Action: Maneuver(Alteration) against Shiro Tower