NIGHTMARE PLOT: BATTLE LOG

[these_balls]

Who: Nightmare Plot participants!
Where: THE BASEMENT (dun dun dunnnnn)
When: Wednesday, October 30
Summary: IT'S NOT CHERNOBOG. But you still have to fight it.
Rating: PG-13 in general; please mark threads that go higher accordingly!
Log:





YOU ARE HERE. IT LOOKS LIKE THIS. YOU'RE FIGHTING THIS. (IT'S NOT CHERNOBOG.)

ALSO, MOOD MUSIC.


KEY:

• RED areas are inaccessible regions! This time, characters have a little less discretion in what they perceive as the reason for the inaccessibility; it'll either be something like a broken or crumbling wall, a locked door, an archway overgrown with dangerous-looking vines, thick fog, or something else of that nature!

• The GREEN area is the set of stairs you used to get down here in the first place! Again, this is here so you know where your starting point is in relation to everything else.

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☆ THE NUMBER TO MEET OR BEAT IS 55 PARTICIPANTS ☆.

REMEMBER: IF YOUR CHARACTER DOES NOT POST TO THE BOSSFIGHT LOG AT LEAST ONCE
(AS A TOP-LEVEL COMMENT OR IN RESPONSE TO SOMEONE ELSE'S TOP-LEVEL COMMENT)
BEFORE 7:00 AM EST on OCTOBER 31, THEY WILL NOT COUNT TOWARD THE 55-PARTICIPANT GOAL!

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Comments

[ortion]

[He's glad you approve. Oh so glad.]

I almost hope it's not a weak point. After everything it's done? It deserves at least a few more blasts if you ask me.

[That, and he honestly doesn't want this moment to end.

He return's Kato's blissful gaze as he launches his arte alongside Kato's exploding mines. If the explosion from the mines was large, Dist's arte only serves to make it twice as intense. The sheer magnitude of the blast briefly paralyzes the creature.

In the lull after the explosion, Dist can't help but chuckle. It's one of those excited but slightly unstable laughs. He brings a gloved hand to his forehead.]

My. I think I'm beginning to remember just how fun this sort of thing is. I see why you indulge in it often, Kato.

[He usually prefers not to needlessly destroy things, but he's certainly not against it. In fact, he's seeing the appeal here.

... What the hell is wrong with these two.]

sorry for lateness, work has been quite busy

[capax_infiniti]

If you would like, I can definitely arrange that...

[Magic is as malleable as molten steel to him, and already he's worked out a means to keep the spell from engulfing more than just the tools of her trade.

There could be time for introductions later.]

Attack, and I will provide!

[artfuldestruction]

[...Dist has he converted you to the Church of EXPLOSIONS AND DESTRUCTION HELL YEAH because you're giving him some seriously good vibes at the moment]

Isn't it wonderful?! Feel the energy in the air, the pure force of the reaction...it's so beautiful!

[Speaking of unstable laughs, allow the good doctor to release one of his own, throwing his head back and running his hands through his hair.]

I haven't been able to do this in so long...and to think, you're able to make my explosions greater...what a team we make!

[seriously we should be high-fiving or brofisting or something rn]

One more blast should finish it...let's make this next one our masterpiece!

[...perhaps a better question would be what isn't wrong with these two...]

[ghostytrainer]

[He really needs to stop making a habit of this before Tenten actually ends up inadvertently stabbing him. Not that he wouldn't be used to that sort of thing by now bu...you know, being stabbed really sucks. He's kind of getting tired of it.]

What, are you kidding? You think I lug this thing around just for show? [He grins, touching down on the ground briefly so that he can kick off towards one of the lesser monsters. The admittedly kind of ridiculous-looking hammer comes down with a loud BANG, obliterating the monster into a squelchy nothingness.]

[Though it does leave him temporarily vulnerable from behind, a fact which a second monster tries to take advantage of, only to hit air at the last second as John pulls another wind dodge, reforming right behind the monster and clobbering it much like its fellow. He flies back over towards Tenten, grinning, though admittedly, looking a bit more tired than he did before. He's really gotta stop doing all these whooshy-swooshy wind dodges unless they're absolutely neccessary.]

Not too bad, eh?

[lieutenantantichrist]

Holy shit.

[Something clanks. Blake's eye is caught, and for an instant he has a feeling like standing at the feet of something dark and massive, looking up.]

[Must have been a dream.]

[Glowing red, Blake kicks a monster right in the gut. There's a temporary lull in the fighting as the creatures back off and draw together. There's only going to be a second of breathing room.]

Ash? That you? The hell is that thing?

[Priorities being priorities, Blake goes over and raps on the robot with his knuckles to see if it's real.]

[The minute he does, the red glow spreads.]

[Ash will finds his fatigue washed away as he's filled with a righteous wrath that turns his suit supercharged.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake sees whatever he did bolster Dirk and send him slicing through the things like a hot knife through butter, and he feels a spark of something kind of like pride.]

[He doesn't have much time to spectate.]

Jesus fuck!

[Blake hits the ground as something huge warps into existence above him. It smells like a wild animal and has a whole shitload of legs that it uses to skewer the monsters around them and, somehow, not Blake.]

I'm not old, you little punk!

[He scrambles to his feet and darts out between the thing's legs. He does not want to be under there if it falls down.]

If that's a fuckin' small animal, leave the little bastards to me and tell it to hit the big daddy!

[He gives that some emphasis by slapping Domri on the shoulder.]

[solas_ion]

[neji pls.]

Take it easy, kid. I know what I'm doing. [He raised the spear again, twirling it before driving the weapon directly into a nearby minion trying to sneak up on them.] Maybe that wasn't the brightest idea, but I'll hold out for a while longer.

[solas_ion]

Settle down, settle down. I've got enough left to last the night, but one more trick like that and I'll be in trouble.

[He straightened up, looking pale despite his calm words. Lancer assumed (probably correctly) that Cu Chulainn at even half strength was leagues above your average nightmare minion.]

Shame that didn't work like I'd hoped, but I guess I should've seen that coming.

awww yeah

[solas_ion]

What th--

[Lancer might have panicked for half a second before it clicked that hey, Berserker's on his side this time. Which wasn't all that bad, if he had to be honest.]

Damn, kid, you're even more excited for this than I am. [Laughing, he struck out at a few minions that were attempting to get up in the wake of their rampage.] Go for it and wreck the damn thing, I'll see about covering your back.

[dressofheaven]

I have my magic back, I have a chance to fight the thing that dared take my Pokemon from me, and my Servant and I have been reunited.

[She gives Lancer a grin that would look almost at home on... well, his own face.]

I am ecstatic.

[Roaring in front of them, Berserker has nearly reached the King, and Ilya hastens her steps a bit to keep up.]

I appreciate it! Oh, I probably don't have to tell you this, but you'll definitely want to stay behind Berserker-

[She's interrupted by one of the smaller minions leaping at her, but it stops mid jump as she turns to glare at it, falling to the ground and freezing in place.] And my Eyes are working too. Wonderful.

[solas_ion]

Wow, you sure don't fuck around. [Mystic Eyes, too? That was a lot more than he expected even from Berserker's crazy Master. (And more than a little unnerving)]

I ain't stupid, I know better than to waltz in front of the living bulldozer over there. Don't worry, I'll handle the little annoying guys.

[Like the one he just stabbed in the face.]

[dressofheaven]

Not when it's this important, I don't. [Her Pokemon are counting on her, after all. If only she could get high enough to look the main beastie in the face... well, unless she can find someone who's willing to fly her up there, that's not going to happen.]

Perfect. Let's see how good of a team we can make, shall we? [Laughing in pure glee, Ilya throws her arms open as if daring the monsters to come after her as Berserker finally smashes the last of them between himself and the main monster into the ground. Roaring in mad fury, he proceeds to turn himself into a human cuisanart on the boss, unleashing all of his Master's built up rage at being trapped here and separated from her dear mons, as well as the losses beforehand.]

This is for my Pokemon!

[captainash]

[Ash barely registers Blake's presence for an instant, surprised as he is by this new addition. He stares at the suit's arms for a few seconds before he answers.]

This? Just a poor man's version of my mobile suit. Not that I should complain, though, it's been too-

[His words are interrupted by a sudden surge of something. Anger? This is not the anger he felt after his father declared his intention to kill prisoners of war, or after Zeheart sacrificed part of his own fleet to kill him. Those had been too tainted with disappointment, with worry. No, this is closer to the moment he saw Commander Woolf die in front of him. He thinks. He barely remembers what he felt at the time, after so-]

-long. Those bastards are going to die.

[And die they do, first electrocuted by the anchors that spring out from beneath the armor's binders, and then pierced in the throat by the DODS Lancer. Three monsters in twenty seconds; he's rarely been this efficient.]

[ardent]

[...well, now he's just kind of laughing, um]

I did, yes!

[doitrockapella]

[Well, okay, fine then, she's just going to kind of give him a look that's a cross between uncertain and an outright stinkeye.]

And that's why they call you Lancer, is it?

[superordinary]

How?

[ ... ]

...I probably shouldn't be asking this when I'm capable of shooting bullets from my fingers.

[ardent]

...I think this entire fight has gotten to a point where we just shouldn't ask, to be honest...

[superordinary]

[ Naegi has no idea how he's doing this or why it's even happening to begin with, but having these finger bullets is sort of cool because hell yeah he's not so ordinary anymore. He fires another few bullets into the monster just to make sure it's 100% dead before making his way over to Celes. ]

Are you okay, Celes-san? That was close.

[superordinary]

...We can ask once it's over. Can you keep doing that while I shoot at them?

[ardent]

Teamwork and determination, Naegi-kun - you know I'm never opposed to that sort of thing!

[paladinlost]

It's an old little spell I thought I'd forgotten decades ago. It seems the force that returned our powers to us was not content with simply giving what was taken when we arrived in this world.

[Not that he minds at all.]

[explosivecombat]

[He just kind of smiles at that, really.]

I've been tasked with destroying cities on my own, in the past. So perhaps I can.

Whether I can do it without leveling this entire area is another story, however.

[He looks at her then; though he's still giving her that strangely dissonant smile, his gaze seems to have cleared up a little, at least.]

I'm fairly sure that neither of us want that, do we?

[superordinary]

Let's do our best as a team, Ishimaru-kun. [ oh hey another monster how're you doing ] That's wrong! Your statement contradicts this evidence!

[ ...Ace Attorney called, they want their lines back. ]

[solas_ion]

[he is incredibly used to this look from women]

[especially potentially evil girls in red]

Was there ever any doubt? On top of that I'm a hell of a lot tougher and faster than I look while I'm like this; if I wasn't holding back I could probably wipe out these little guys as fast as that big annoying thing could put 'em out.

[The scary thing is, he might not have been making that up. It certainly didn't seem to be taking him much effort to knock the little things aside. But was he showing off or just trying to make it seem like he wasn't dangerously close to falling over?]

There's no Servant faster than a Lancer, and I in particular am a notorious pain in the neck to kill.

[doitrockapella]

[She doesn't bother to answer that question, not this time. The answer goes without saying, really; they both already know it, and she wouldn't be who she is if she suggested anything different, anyway.]

Then what are you going to do?