hadriel_logs | Endgame Log: The City

Who: The characters within Hadriel
What: The event log for the Null attack
Where: All over the city (and possibly outside)
When: June 15th
Warnings: None

The battle has been going on for awhile now, but this is when things really begin to kick into overdrive. The Null's primary target is the Door, but their secondary targets are all the god temples - particularly Hope's. It's time to fight, because if you don't, everything is going to end here and now.

Whether you're defending the Door, defending a temple, or finding some other way to fight or offer support to the fighters, you'd better be ready to go all out. The Null certainly are. Their forces seem almost infinite, especially with the way they can drag the remains of Null bodies from the field and repair and reanimate them. But then, that's true for you, too, as Hope flickers around each battlefield throughout the city resurrecting people nearly the moment they fall.

All the gods are fighting at your side. Some will fall, sending currents of emotion through the warriors on both sides, while others will fight on. It may seem like this battle will last forever, but there is an end - when the Null all begin to crumple, the life going out of them, signaling that the killswitch has been activated.

Then it's just you, and the living injured, and the city in ruins. But you've won, no matter what the cost!

► This log covers June 15th
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► All deaths will be resurrected near-instantly, though after awhile things may begin going wrong...

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[Gren goes where he's needed. Right now, that's at the Door-- there's a lot of Null that need smashing, and some people here that he wants to make sure don't end up on the wrong side of them. Fights can go south real quick, and, hell. Fighting's all he's really good for.]

[He's been keeping Lup in his line of sight while he's been turning Null into scrap metal, just in case. Last time the Null came around, she'd gotten herself into a tight spot and he'd had to bail her out-- sure, at the cost of liquifying his own dumbass brain, but whatever. Point is, he needed to be around to make sure that he could toss her out of any other sticky situation she got herself in.]

[Y'know, like when she starts going for some big old Null that's kind of out of her weight class.]

[Gren grabs her by the back of the shirt.]

The fuck you think you're doing?

[Gren, you really have to let go and accept that your bestie is already Big Time Dead. Dying don't mean shit to her, so throwing your big, fleshy body around for her sake is sweet, but also like, dumb!!! Stop it!!! No more dying!!

Lup's aware that Gren is nearby - he's a little hard to miss in this form - but she's so single-mindedly focused on kicking ass, that she doesn't even see him when he sweeps in with a speed a being his size has no right having, plucking the woman right off of her feet just as sparks were beginning to crackle at her fingertips. The magic at her hands dissipates in an instant, just as quick as both of her long ears pin back in surprise. The Null she'd been aiming for is lumbering around ahead of them, absolutely towering in comparison to the elf. Definitely not a fair fight at a glance.

Her chin tips up, the woman almost comically throwing her head back to see just who's responsible for holding her back, and it's hard to find the glare she aims at him very intimidating from this angle.]

Uuuuuh - Murdering robots? The better q is what are you doin'? I was just about to make scrap metal outta that big one.

Don't you think that motherfucker's kinda out of your fuckin' weight class?

[Lup, please, let him be the tank. She might not be able to die but she's also made out of toothpicks and nice hair, she looks like she could take half of a good hit from one of those big fuckers and still get turned into mincemeat. Just because she can turn into a boogity doesn't mean that she should.]

Jesus, let me go at it. While I got it busy, then fuckin' bust its bitch ass. That's like, fuckin' tactics or whatever.

[Your tank goes and tangoes with the other tank, and DPS goes to town on their ass while they're distracted. That's how strategy works or whatever, he doesn't know. He just really doesn't want Lup to run in like a dumb asshole and end up a skeleton ghost.]

[Why does he always have to be right!!!]

Ugh, fine! For your info, I could totally take their ass down, magic or no - [Sounds real fake, Lup, but keep believing that.] But if me throwing myself around is gonna be that much of a distraction, I'll let you play tank. Just no more dying, Gren, or I'll murder you for real! I like your dumb head right where it is.

[Going full DPS just makes sense. Wizards were never meant to tank.]

I mean it. Don't be dumb. Can't lose your ass again.

[They both know that it's a rare day when Gren's actually goddamn right about things. Most of the time he's Big Stupid. Wade was like 80% of his self-control and Wade was shit at self-control.]

Yeah, yeah, fuckin' whatever. It ain't like this is our first rodeo. Just watch out for those little fuckers with the death toasters.

[That stupid little device that was totally cheating that he got hit with last time. Gren had his brain liquified once, he doesn't want to experience Brain Fuckery Part 2: Electric Boogaloo.]

[And now, it's time for a big lumpy murderpotato to do what he does best-- grapple a big motherfucker.]

Right back at ya, big guy. Don't get toasted this time.

[Gren leaps into the fray to keep Lup safe, grappling with a strength the elf can only imagine, just as she moves to skitter out of the way so she doesn't get trampled over. But not before Lup casts fire shield on Gren, upping his fire resistance and giving him a little more edge in battle. Any physical contact made with the enemy has a chance of setting them aflame.

Get fucked, bots.]

Watch out, Gren! He looks like he's firin' his laser!

Endgame Log: The City

i Null Battle Part Two, Electric Boogaloo

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