One By One

It is like being within a trance. Bodies and strobe lights pulsing within the distance- brilliant colors coalescing with one another- almost mimicking the divinity of a spire shard itself. Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump. Each student seemed to be covered within the blood of their lover- upon their faces, smiles that held little guilt for what had occured. They knew that this was something that they would be faced with sooner or later...And it was their intent to not just harm the students of Pleure Academy, but also- burn the entirety of the place down.

 Voices of those within the past could be heard- tinged by both necromancy and riftmancy....The unspeakable corruption causes nausea to all those that aren't used to it. And those who are experience such magic at first hand...? Dizzying, a near fainting spell.

 In the end- the one within the middle would rise forward- her gaze falling flat upon the students, her scythe raised high.

 "It wasn't just about being in love...It was about failing. It was about being nothing- and...I don't think that I could ever return to being that again. I've tried to hard- we've got too far to lose everything again. And to just stand here and be bullied and laughed at for being weak isn't something that we're going to live with. Today...Is the end for all of you. We've had enough of these games..! Either you leave now or you all die where you stand!"

 A ritualistic circle between the three cosm users pulses- it almost seemed as if they were preparing to end all those that were within the building with them...Only time can tell.

 (Note: There will be five rounds of RPB. The ECs will get gradually stronger until the very end--- if all fails, these three will be let out into the world for you to 'hunt and will have special items to those that capture/kill them. In any case...Good luck!)

Chrom Sigma whispers something.

Elren Norric whispers something.

Crow's player has to afk, so he's in the back providing fire support! Pew, pew.
(Crow Irving)

Na'atl looks to his partner.

"I trust you, Rea." He said, before manifesting waves of plasma around him. "I... I just felt like that was the right thing to say." He said, looking ahead of him. He knew the big players, such as Arthur, Elren, and Vira would take the main roles in the battles, but he couldn't let them have  all  the fun!

It seems that Ian was really rubbing off on him.
(Na'atl)

The Elsyrean pulls her leather case forth, pulling from it an ornate, wooden violin. Placing the end piece under her chin, she gently moves its bow along the strings, playing a soft, soothing tune.

Glancing at those present, she prepares herself for a struggle. Turning to Jasper, she nudges him with her elbow, before playing once more.

Holy light flares about her form, as she prepares to defend herself.
(Amélie)


Na'atl asks, "O-Oh? Anothe plasma magi?"
Ithaca does a spin. The air around her swirls and chills, while her body glows blue. "...All right. If it's going to be a fight, I'll show you what Azure Valkyrie can do!"

Dead Winter Waltz appears in her hand. Then it begins to snow indoors around her as she prepares to fight.

Almost reflexively, she looks over to Yulia. And Vira. It'd felt like forever since she's fought anywhere near them. It'd feel almost nostalgic if she wasn't so nervous she felt like throwing up. Thankfully, August isn't too close.
(Ithaca Blackwater)

It was as Na'atl predicted, and while this would never be in her best interests for prom, it is an opportunity that's too good to pass up!

Dark tendrils escape from her person to augment the soul, a steady breath but her only means of seeking control of the adrenaline which rushes through her veins.

It'd only be so long until the magic of Pluere Academy's students, and those of their opponents would consume this enclosed area.

"Good, lets show them what we're made of, Na'atl."


(Rea)

It seemed the murder mystery journey had come to an end - the culprits found. Callum may have managed to tag along for the entirity of it, and come along with his own conclusions, but he had to hand it to Arthur; the man was certainly something else, one step ahead of them all the entire time.

The flashing of his goofy grin - his eyebrows raised as he glanced at the back of the boys red head before the eyes gazed past. The corruption in the air, staggering the boy - his eyes wide as his jaw clenched, the cosmic users all of which clearly ready for them. It was going to be a tough battle.

Good thing half of the school was here.

With his large two hand sword drawn and pointed infront of him, making sure not to slice Arthur along the back as he did so, the bow was ready - golden winds bursting around him, muscles swelling from mana infusing; fortunately still wearing his usual fighting clothes, unlike the rest of these chumps.

Suits and dresses are for nerds - or people with actual money to spend to look nice.

Where someone was bound to give a beautiful speech about love, as he wanted to, Callum didn't say anything. A boy prepared to fight, the only thing he was kind of decent at - smiling over to Samantha with a nod of his head before eyes glared forward.

Prepared to engage.
(Callum Aymer)

This didn't look good.

Of course, in the end of investigation, there were going to be those that would actually need to be caught and punished; those, that were actually guilty of committing all those crimes, and those that have been driven absolutely mad at this point, that they would not stop until Pleure Academy falls.

And of course, that wouldn't be done just so easily if there's so many people standing between them and their goal.

"You've gone insane."

"It is not help that you sought out, when you were troubled- it is not company you found, when you were alone."

"All you've found is the bloodshed, death and misery of the others. You do not deserve to justify your actions."

"Your only mercy will be death."

The Valmasian surrounded himself in the currents of water, of lightning and blood- surely, this was going to be a fight of endurance, of highest stamina, and those that would be able to survive, to take them down, would be sung as heroes.

And those that will fall? Perhaps will never get up again.
(Arthur Rowan)

Moving along the way down to the church after Zio's instruction, there would be a pause and a halt as she comes inside of the door, and a slight grimace touches along her features.

Really, in here? Of all places?

Her fingers grip tighter, so much so that she can feel the warm, silvery blood beginning to touch at the tips of her fingers. A sensation in the pit of her stomach made her just feel... Well, really angry. Between the way this would treat the church and Iosif not daring to show up...

Well, suffice to say, she wasn't going to be anywhere near kind in this instance and fight just about as hard as she could-- formal wear be damned.
(Zetes)

She flicked her wrist and out came blood seeping out of her pores forming a blade as she watched the crazy bitch in the middle. She was a clear psycho. Someone who needed taken down. She looked at her blade. She didn't have her rapier with her. But this would do.

"Alright.. work together everyone. No matter how much we dislike each other." She'd state as she waited for everyone.
(Samantha Rook)

Egad! "I-its real! Its real, Elren!"

Seeing the disturbing magic threatens to knock Joy backwards onto her knees. Even worse, the sight of blood and the threat of destroying the school is enough to warrant a full-blown panic mode. However, she'd feel an incredible surge of warmth wash over her at the same time. I can't let anyone get hurt! I can't let Elren get hurt!

For even in her fear, the urge to protect begins to reflect brilliantly inside of the Crane's countenance. Golden, trickling waters begin to tingle over her - moreso out of emotional release than anything planned and cast. Her breathing is vibrant, the expulsion of the Holy warmth rolling off of her form.

Most importantly, the students - those who had twisted to fall in darkness due to falling, and failing, in love, didn't they deserve to be redeemed? Their actions were criminal. Could they ever be forgiven? Did monsters deserve to roam, or did they need to be pulled in and properly punished and repented?

"W-we can't let anyone die. Not even them!" As panicked as Joy is, it is irrevocably worse to stand in inaction due to cowardice.
(Joy Crane)

Yanking Chrom behind her, Vira had figured out what the note meant immediately as she'd read it- it was obvious, really. To anyone who read it, it would be obvious.

So she had to be fast.

Necromancy and rift were overpowering as she burst through the empty doors of the church, shadows pulsing at her feet and starlight glittering darkly around her. It was bright outside, but in the church it felt almost sterile- and they were met face to face with....

...with the murderers, Vira could only assume.

Drawing her scythe out, she was at the very least grateful she had no sentimentality for the bare, empty church. It was very likely to be absolutely destroyed, no matter what the outcome of the battle was.

With a glance at Chrom- and at the others who arrived behind them, Vira merely sighed, tossing her hair with a flick of her wrist.
(Vira Bathory)

He walks upon a calamity.

A tinge of unease creeps over him as soon as he steps into the building. Ahead of him are many students lined up seemingly readying for something. He stands on the tips of his toes to look over their heads, just barely getting a glimpse of three people ahead of them. They radiate depravity.

Then the words of the woman in the middle of them resound with cruelness. She speaks of ending all of the students here. Doom is imminent unless the students work together to stop this woman and her lackies, so it seems. He'd only just stumbled onto the scene and he knew he'd have to prepare himself.

"Shit." He says, very alarmed. He reaches behind his back and pulls out his sword which'd been sheathed down his back. It shakes in his hand, showing his unease at the moment. He's definitely scared. This is the first time he's ever felt a threat this big. Even with all of the students around him he feels on edge.

Him and the others students would have to work together to stop this madness. He doesn't know what's going on but he knows that the deaths earlier have something to do with this woman and the other two at her side - they need to be stopped. "Faustus, let's work with everyone else here...these might be the murderers.."
(Pallas)

Burn the place down..?

Despite all that had occurred in this wretched place, everything that aggravated him about the people and all that had bothered him regarding his day-to-day interactions, this place was home. Maybe he had Stockholm's, a little bit - or a little lot - but he'd also made a promise.

"Y'know.."

He had needed a way to vent out some stress. He had been angry going into this, and he damned sure was still angry now. Standing alongside his fellow students, the wind's embrace around him feels like the onset of change, as for the first time in the young lord's life, he fights alongside people, instead of lashing out against any and everyone.

"I could be taking a nap right now, Pallas."

With those piteous words, he prepares for battle, knowing that if he were to die, those would be his last statements.

And he'd be damned before he let that happen.

Bonus motivation.
(Faustus)

Amélie has entered The Grey Church Of The Neries.

Why?

The word was at the forefront of his mind. Chrom had anticipated a bothersome social event and a dance, instead rewarded with what seemed an impending Magi brawl-- himself and the other students faced with...

Well, some random Cosmic Magi.

Missing his the security of his armor already, he readies himself to fight. Not from any sense of responsibility, of course; The Accursed eyes a corner, intending to make a beeline for one and defend himself from there.

With magic likely to be flung in all directions, it was only a little less safe than attempting to bolt out of the door.

(Chrom Sigma)

Well, this was a fine shake of the whippet.b This was the finest shake of the whippet Windsor had ever seen. It was also something that the student wasn't entirely capable of comprehending - what the hell was even happening here? A murder mystery, leading to the incursion of three dangerous-looking people intent on fricking up the whole Academy? He decided that it wasn't smart to try and wrap his head around it right now.

For now, it would be wisest to just... go with his intuition. "Well, I already got my outfit dirty earlier. I guess I don't mind if it gets dirty again." He draws out the astrolabe frmo his back in short order, taking it heavy in his hands. The spinning, destiny-divining disc expanded outward and began to spin violently, basking in the presence of so many other Cosmic magi.

It goes without saying that it would probably heavily affect the reads in the globe, and consequently, Windsor was going to be a little tripped up for this fight. "Well... Oatley, Ithaca, August -- just everybody," he grunts, shaking his head. "I haven't had an opportunity to fight alongside you guys yet, so this'll be pretty cool."

A smirk crossed along his features. Maybe he didn't realize the danger that he and the others were in. More harrowingly, maybe he didn't care what kind of danger they were in. Judgement was not in his hands, nor would he prepare to dole it out. He didn't know the magi's crimes, nor did he think to be the convictor. What he did know was that his friends were in danger, and that he wouldn't suffer to let them be in danger for long.
(Windsor)

Perhaps a little late to the party, August was met with a surprising amount of nothing. It bothered him a bit that he felt so underwhelmed by the sight of yet more strangely violent challenges. He was unsure of who these people were meant to be nor what they really wanted beyond the obvious intentions of harm...

But this seemed rather typical of Pleure Academy now and the thought that it only really cared about training soldiers continued to grow bigger.

But that didn't matter did it?

August glanced around at the others, all ready to fight as required and so he sighed and prepared himself too. Closing his eyes for a moment, the young man took a deep breath and drew his sword.

---

"As a knight of the prom, I must eradicate this personification of evil..." He growled fiercely, clutching at the side of his helmet at the very thought of this darkness spreading to these prom goers. "It is my duty to protect the very essence ofprom!"

A flurry of flames follows the swing of the large sword as he point it towards the evil doers.
(August)

...This wasn't a game, Joy was right-- this was real. Elren thought that his little group had went through the most pre-prom stress in all of Pleure Academy, but he was clearly mistaken. These jealous, rogue students had been driven to the depths of murder and beyond.

"Fiendish students, you aren't fit to be a part of Pleure Academy. You've been warped by your magics, enslaved by the influence. Mad dogs, today, you are hereby expelled!"

Inhaling, Elren closed his eyes momentarily- two spheres of light immediately manifested infront of him. An orb of red fire, and an orb of ethereal, golden cosmic. The spheres of magic gradually shifted closer--blending in, fusing--and in that collision the flames became a shimmering silver. Starfire Magic.

His signature brand.

When tapping in to his star, delving deepinto the core and using it to amplify his fire, Elren began to transformation, almost like it was a natural occurence. Grand white wings fluttered out of his shoulderblades, ascending like two great shields to either side of them--one of which hovered protectively infront of Joy. And horns curled out of his forehead, long and sharp.
(Elren Norric)

---The cosmic power coming from the three is radiant. It's overwhelming. It chokes her even more than the anxiety and terror of a murder mystery does. The way it glimmers, the way it shines ---

-- It makes her want to reach out, makes her want to grasp it. This is the kind of thing she desires, that overwhelming grasp of the sky above wrapping around her body, the way it tears hearts asunder.

She can't help but stare out, watching like the statues the girl so wished to be. ---The red, the blue, the gold-

--- Something about this makes her heart hurt. It makes her feel hollow. Looking around, she spots them in the crowd - her eyes drift to Vira, to Ithaca - her lips press into a thin line, before they look back at the woman in the middle.

...The woman in the centre, with her brilliant, golden wings.

Clenching her fists hard at her side, Yulia shakes her head -- From within her dress is pulled the handle of her Conduit bow, and it takes it's shining cosmic form with little effort.

No words are spoken -- She can't bring the feelings inside of her into speech. There's too much on top of too much, and -

--And, it's all fallen down, as of now.
(Yulia Felice)

This looks like it's bad. It's not hard to see that much. Magic is gathering from the users in the center of the church.

She's grateful that she came dressed for battle. With practiced speed and polish she whips the sword from its sheathe.

There's nothing so articulate from her as a declaration of intent, or threats or anything of that notion. Ohtli looks to her comrades, August and Windsor, and nods silently to each.

Then she unleashes a bellowing war whoop, carried by a gust of wind, and leaps into the fray with sword drawn.
(Ohtli)

Bang. As it often does, the universe creates an ego of it's own. There is an overwhelming since of pride within these lights- the star fire raining down heavily upon the heads of the children....Strobing within the distance, syncing with the fluttering hearts that be. Can they feel it?- this strange, warped sense of justice coming from these children? This feeling of incompetence and weakness and suffering because they put in so much work and got little from it?

Each of them wail within anger- teeth gnashing, world spinning and tunneling underneath the weight of the children. These lights- they slam and crash against each student...Some- falling more harshly than other...And just as the runic, bloodied symbols underneath their body had nearly completed....The combined power of the students were able to defeat them.

Ba-thump...Thump, thump...Ba-thump.

 And then a pause. Together- they stop breathing. Together- they falter in what seems to be a flicker....A moment where each of their bodies succumb to a blinding light. And then....Nothing. If only briefly, would the students be blinded...The clashing of cosmic auras and energies pulling into one another...And then...

BOOM!

 A cataclysm occurs. The building crumbles from the magics-- bodies are flung about along with the debris....All those who have fallen must roll a 1d6.

Just as it all started, it all ended the same way - with bloodshed.

Arthur was tenacious, full of endurance, brutal, relentless and determined; while he lacked the attacks of many that could cover the large distances, and while he lacked the potency of fires, of cosmic dust, or many other attacks that covered larger terrain, his attacks were that of precision, of deadly accuracy--

-- of doom itself, if properly targeted.

And that's how he fought. Each and every single magical attack, be it with water, lightning or even wind, it was shot with accuracy, with deadly intent, even with malice behind each strike- these wrongdoers had to be punished for the crimes they've committed on Valmasian land, and there was no other way to grant them retribution.

Or even mercy, at that. As he'd spoken, their only mercy would be death.

The building was crumbling. His breath was faltering, and his mana was running out; something had to be done if he wished to make it out alive, and with concentration of lightning chain in his arms, he'd mutter only briefly.

"Return to oblivion."

A single chain of lightning, a bright flash, and everything just... exploded. Did he land the fatal hit? He didn't know. Did it matter? Not really. In order to escape alive and unharmed, he employed the wind magics, coating himself in a thick barrier of localized tornado, powerful enough to deflect larger chunks of debris--

-- and of course, he'd rush out of the crumbling building.

As for others? He could only hope they made it. It was chaos.
(Arthur Rowan)

Thankfully for Ithaca, she's got a pretty solid handle on the whole 'cosmic magic' thing. It seems to be a theme with this school anyways. So she's able to get a read that something bad is about to happen and encase herself in a protective block of ice, Mei style. Then fired like a bullet out of the building as it goes boom. Her escape pod skids across the ground, and then explodes into snow.

She springs back up, still glowing and in a perfect spearfighter stance. Even with heels on. Wow!
(Ithaca Blackwater)

Samantha well she fucking jumped out the window as she saw the crazy bitch get fucked up by Arthur. She didn't do anything flashy. She just knew the whole place was about to collapse like a bitch.
(Samantha Rook)

...The church certainly wouldn't be standing long after this. Stone crumbled around them as the pillars of the building shook, and Elren- despite being in his best dress suit- would unfortunately find the fabric seared by blasts of corrupt cosmic, as he endured the tests of the battle and fought on.

Arcs of silver fire were directed at the rogue students by the drakan's scaled hands. They were more durable than most, lost to the powers of dark magic---
---but that didn't matter. No matter the size of the mountain, Elren would climb on, one step at a time, with his focus primarily on keeping his friends safe, and defeating their enemies.

When victory was theirs, the drakanite wrapped his arms tightly around Joy, and with a powerful beat of his wings, took them up and away- through a crack in the decaying roof, slipping out before the structure could crush them. A bright dawn greeted them, wrapping its warmth around the two in the embrace.

(Elren Norric)

The fight is wild and intense.

He attempts to steady himself and contribute to the efforts of the students but he can only do so much. While his body is sturdy and strong for any ordinary human the standards of a magi must be much higher. The rude awakening of depraved magics heading his way are something he can't brace himself for, much less fight against very well.

Winds are summoned by him and his sword is raised in a defensive stance, trying to prepare himself for the first waves of magic. He's pushed back. His winds, physicality, and sword aren't enough to do much against what comes his wave.

BAM. BOOM. CLING.

A huge eruption of commotion explodes in the building. The students band together to fight the villains and the villains aim at them with killing intent. Pallas tries his best to fight and make himself useful but he can only do so much. He's weak in comparison to those he's facing. The other students do a majority of the work and he simply tries to support with his wind magic.

He's knocked down many of times. Burns and gashes form on his skin and ruin the formal attire he'd brought. Sweat builds on his skin as he coughs up traces of blood. "...D-Damnit!" He exclaims in anger. He wants to fight back but he can't do much at all.

He's eventually knocked against a wall, yelping in a fit of pain. He can't bring himself to steady himself for a while as his vision goes blurry and the world spins around him. He can't focus or do anything now aside from watch everyone else. Then a blinding light enters his gaze and he can't see.

He quickly moves to steady himself. He could barely move to his feet and shield his eyes from the blinding light but he tries his hardest. Nothing good is to come from this.

BOOM.

The energies gather into a cataclysm. A large explosion happens and the building is blown apart, the building and the students all being thrown somewhere. Luckily for Pallas he'd gotten to his feet and shielded himself with his sword and as much wind magic as he could summon, but he's still knocked many feet away onto his back.

"Ah...it hurts!"
(Pallas)

NARRATION:

Those that have rolled above a four:

Starlight's Sigh: There is beauty within this curse...The leylines and magical circuits of those affected with this glisten cerulean and blue. Within the night- they blossom to life.....Chilled, cold, connecting briefly with the moon. Those that are affected feel an impossible chill running through their beings...Capable of numbing fingers and lib, forcing warmth to become a dire need for the next year. Those who are cosmic magi may dev this as a premature entrance to starlight overdrive if desired.

Those that have rolled 3:

Star's Pulse: Their circuity is not just damaged, but so is their heart. Each breath that spills past their lips becomes tinged with the golden presence of Lara. Muscles often clench and spasm- creating an intense amount of pain amongst limbs. Each tensing getting worse and worse as the year ends...Nearing fatal.

To those that have rolled a 1:

Star Scream: Being touched by Belial is perhaps the worst thing that one could experience. The vision of life deterioriates quickly and death becomes prominent. For the next year- these beings are marked.....Pain. Paranoia. And night terrors exist.

Altogether:

Because of the star power...Feel free to get vague images of a past character that you have played. And by vision- these are only for a single second of what was once most important...And terribly, terribly vague. Please, do not suddenly become your past character- this is merely meant to give one 'nostalgia!' of their past chars...

In any case, have fun!

END NARRATION.

Ka-boom! The mighty catastrophe that erupts from the star-blessed ( cursed??? ) students of the Academy is enough to rush over the entirety of those attending the prom. As chaotic as the surroundings are, Joy's worries are moreso of the Knight in shining, draconic armor that seeks to protect her. It is almost devastating that she cannot get a mere second to admire the strength of the Norric, but her utmost goal was to keep him, and others, astride.

"Elren!" Everyone needs to be protected, yet, Joy is one person. Magic collides against each other in a drastic crash, and the Grey Church is the one that truly suffers. Icy bridges are 'arched' over some of the students nearby, attempting to keep debris from doing as much damage as Joy's panic and desires to protect floods her channeling efforts. Her hand waves her staff fitfully, bringing forth icy barricades that would shatter against the falling stone of the church's building.

With the Norric protecting her in his cosmic majesty, she is able to help others.

"Hurry, hurry watch-" Yet, she's snatched suddenly into the ensnared, strengthened grip of Elren to fly directly out of the church's roof. Wind whirls wildly around her, her eyes frantically watching for the survivors through the crash. She's speechless at the growing stretch of the sunrise, her face smudged with the dust-clouds of the debris and her rose hair flung around in various states of unruliness.

"A-are you alright?! Elren, are you hurt?!"

She looks moreso worried and on the verge of tears, her hands pressing against the Norric's cheeks as to check his state with radiant, Holy-warming palms.
(Joy Crane)

The blue, gold, and red cosmic magic sure was...

...something Vira knew how to handle very, very well.

Her own dark shadows mixed with glittering black stars lended her well to the battle, shadows creeping in from the walls to coil around the cosmic entities and slam them roughly to the ground.

The Church collapsed around them, and Vira wasn't surprised- she didn't expect it to last through all of that, her own magic brutal and dark as it assaulted the entities....

And with a low exhale, Vira stumbled free of the debris and shook her hair loose, the straightened ends curling already.
(Vira Bathory)

Everything had been flooded with energies hardly known to her, little to be made out of the chaos that transpires when each and every person is attempting to reach their targets. Fire seemed to consume all, and the cosmic energies within the building itself were rampant.

And yet, she couldn't have been more focused. The environment called to her, urging forth action whenever given the opportunity. The occult element bolstered her strength.

Her sole focus was but to lock down one individual, and it had been Lara herself. In the final bout, a torrent of water bursts forth from her staff, pinning the opponent down until those that followed could knock away the remnents of her stamina.

And when she fell, and the others had perished? Everyone had been sent which way, rubble and disoriented students left in the aftermath of a battle that did well to ruin her fancy attire.

"Ahh.. damn! My head!" This did little to solve her headache, if anything, it had made it that much more worse..
(Rea)

After landing, Ithaca realizes something. The chill from her ice isn't wearing off this time. She's still cold. Her circuits are still glowing.

A quick appraisal of her skin reveals she's been rimed with some kind of cosmic frost -- almost a joke considering she'd discussed similar runes recently.

She shivers. The cold was nothing new to her. And she had to focus. For now she's content to grip Dead Winter Waltz until she's certain that she's done fighting. Then she'd deal with this.
(Ithaca Blackwater)

It was all, for lack of a better term, chaos.

Na'atl had never been in a situation like this- He went into it feeling confident, but as soon as he went to attack he saw several huge circles on the floor. As he looked up his jaw fell agape.

 Fucking Meteors

The Nagual immediately pulled out, instead using his speed to zoom around the battlefield, finding a rare spot where nobody was 'firing a beam made out of the power of ten suns' or 'using the cursed power of their clan'. His first instinct was to stay alive.

As the building began to collapse,his primal instinct kept him alive.

Then there was an explosion.

The Nagual's head was filled with scenarios and images, as if he was seeing one of the 'visions' again.

This time, however, he saw things from a first person view. He saw himself reach out, with lighter, caramel skin, and watched it transform into a black goop, covering another person's arm, and slowly morphing to become the exact same... What on earth was he looking at?!

Quickly knocked back to consciousness as he fell to hit his head on the ground, the Nagual was still in decent condition. An intense shiver overtook him, but his plasma shroud helped mitigate it a bit, giving him enough time to fly over to Rea.

"A-Are you... Okay..?" He asked, teeth jittering.
(Na'atl)

What a battle it had been - a cluster of overwhelming cosmic energies, feeling the raining down of th heat as the boy used his sword to try and block the larger chunks; dancing around the battlefield that was the church, trying to lay at least one blow on the figures; and managing to stay alive, some how.

It was intense - and he was watching the ones fighting closely; that warped feeling of justice, the suffering they must have went through - but then a stop. They had won? Callum was silent, and calm, until his eyes landed on the runic symbols; waiting for something to happen, but it seemed the class had won.

That was that, nothing to it - yet somthing in the boy felt bad. The aura of glowing winds finding itself fading away, his

..Until Callum was blinded. With sword raised, he would use it for defense against the apparent explosion; sprinting to the exit of the building in a dash before it could crumble around him, doing a double take to make sure everyone was safe.

They were.

And what remained? Was him smoking, his circuits feeling a bit..odd? There was a chill in his body that made him smile. It was odd but kind of comfortable - his hands felt numb, but he could understand why one may like the feeling; the boy slowly turning to move away from the group.

What a strange day it had been - this was not the prom he expected, but there was still a smile on his face as images flashed in head mind; of a group that lived in a tree house, far back in life - fighting a sin of wrath, similar to his age as a unit; a blind girl with a chefs hat that everyone was friends with, the raid of a manor filled with traps - the leadership held by one figure, and the fun they had.

Orphani-

All of these memories, mixing with vague reollections of a red haired Drakanite, flashed in his mind at a rapid pace; all too terribly vague for him to catch any wind of, but they were all good memories, or at least he felt like they were.

Once moving back away from everyone - the boy would wait patiently, hoping that the "prom" was finally over.
(Callum Aymer)

The Nagual's body began to faintly glow a blue hue.
(Na'atl)

Destruction and chaos--

--The disorder and lawlessness were moments that Elren wasn't fond of. And despite the feel of the sun's embrace, there was an eerie, unnatural coldness that ran down his spine, an after-effect of encoutering the corrupt cosmic magi. But he smiled regardless, and that curve of his lips reflected the majesty of the sun above, confident and resolute.

The drakanite looked around, finding that, for the most part, the students of Pleure Academy were safe.
The same couldn't be said about the rogue magi.

"Don't worry, Joy. I'm perfectly fine--" A half-truth, given the minor injuries: burns on his outfit, light cuts on his wings. "You did well, back there. Everyone did." His fingers traced along the back of her hand, and gently pried it away from his cheek, with an appreciative glance down at her.

Then, hefrowned.

"This wasn't just a game, then. Those students were actually driven to madness...ah, but we can't let that sour our prom night, I suppose. The Headmistress and Adjucator will surely correct those wrongs."
(Elren Norric)

With the last vestige of his strength as he felt his body became more cold, breathing shallow to the point he felt like he was suffocating.

He turned his head and spit onto Benny's face, he writhes a slight bit as memories flood into him before a final shallow gasp is release.

All that's left now is a lifeless corpse on the grass.
(Xihuitlel)

The draining embrace of the Neries' magic littering around the church came and went, shields of her energy conjured forward to defend her body from the harsh, falling meteors around. This was going to hurt, wasn't it?

Skidding backwards against a wall, she'd land there with a thump before finally thrusting her hands forward, sending off a blast of silver energy outwards, rooting one of the assailants to the ground.

The sound of crumbling would come along the way, and a bit of a distraught look touched against her features. Why? It didn't make sense. She had finally gotten to show her father to the church, he was going to do something with it.

But alas, the building crumbled under the sensation of the cosmic magic within... And shielding her body, she would escape out to the outer world, crashing down against the ground harsh with the impact of the explosion.

Baby blue lines would roll along her skin, pumping along as she shuddered. A glance is given down toward her skin as she glared momentarily. She couldn't help all of these negative feelings, really. Thankfully, though, she hadn't gotten crushed by the building.

No, no. She was just practically freezing to death now. More than she had been before. She really needed a blanket or something. Maybe a way to punch her date in the face, too. That'd be fine.

Either way, she'd come to a stand and wipe a hand against her bruised face, bits and pieces of her hair scattering down around her features. She turned heel now to head back toward the main building, glaring at the ground all the while. It's not like she had to dote on anyone here. They all had someone to do that for them.
(Zetes)

Ilonnia whispers something.

How could an explosion hurt someone that was barely even there? As the building collapsed around them, the knight barely seemed to move about... And yet as the final pieces of the church collapsed, he walked out relatively unharmed.

Though for anyone paying particular attention to him for whatever reason, they'd see past the illusion. He'd gotten out of the chaos alright, but August still had his fair collection of cuts, dents and exhaustion.

But his attention however focused upon the glistening blue sparkle running along his hands. It felt cold... Odd.

But he brushed the numb feeling aside for now, glancing towards the others and - in a rather unusual act - watches them quietly.
(August)

Ilonnia whispers something.


Saenis says, "Gahaha, anywhere but here."

Ilonnia says, "Fineeeee. "
Cold. So cold.

Much like a cloudless sky during the winter night, it was freezing, almost as if touched by the frost. It was merciless, as if touched by Death itself- yet gentle, as if touched by Life. It's an odd feeling, one that he could not describe properly, but... was there a need to? He was alive, relatively unharmed, save for the freezing feeling, and chilled bones.

It's better than being dead.

A sharp exhale. The cloud of steam, mix-matched with the cosmic dust has existed his lips, promising to almost freeze the air infront of him, and yet--

--there was a vision.

- - -

The nations, combined in traits and blood, cheering for bloodletting. The anger, flooding his mind in endless stream, the desire to fight against an invisible force that kept him chained- and a piercing pain through his chest, as if encountered a first time by senses.

It was much akin to falling into freezing lake in the middle of a winter, only to awaken in a hot, humid jungle; it was the feeling of trying to break free, to go past something, an internal strife and desire to overcome... so close, and yet so far.

What did any of this mean?

- - -

"I--"

"Ugh..."

A silent mutter, and he stared at his own hands, in awe. The visions flashed in his mind seemed so... bright, almost telling something, but he couldn't quite make anything out of it, with exception of few visions that were vaguely acknowledgeable at this point.

Odd. This is something to think of later.
(Arthur Rowan)

Ah... these teenagers were so obnoxious. With their constant meddling.. and their nose-sticking in other people's business... Oh how she despised each and every one of them.

Eyes bloodshot from the battle that occurred, the still beautiful Lara floated idly in the air, sparkles trickling slowly onto what was left of the Grey Church.

Using her sleeve, she'd wipe the crimson ichor from his nose and upper lip-- passionate, toxic eyes weighing heavy upon those she glared at.

The battle within the Church earlier had been.. nothing short of formidable-- the raw essence of the stars quite literally burning every student inside like a morbid, celestial oven.

There was clearly no mercy shown to those that dared stand before her.

"One...

 by one...
 by one..."

She places her finger playfully upon her bottom lip, a grin? In a time like this?

"I'll pluck each and every one of you... like the petals to my daisy-- the universe belongs to me. Don't you find it adorable?"

And she giggled... and she giggled... and she giggled... slowly floating off into the horizon.

"My love blossoms like the crops in the spring... my hatred withers like leaves in the winter."

"I'll be sure to pay each and every one of you a visit."

For better or for worse.. ah, never mind.

Definitely for the worse.

Leaving behind a trail of burning, yellow sparkles.. the enigmatic, demented Cosmic Magi vanished into what could only be described as the infinite.

But rest assured.. she was still here, somewhere, anywhere. And very much alive.

"Each and every one of you.", echoes her voice through the atmosphere.
(Lara)

--No. It seems he didn't land fatal blow. In fact, nobody did.

There was a determined gaze in his eyes, one that was ready to accept the challenge almost immediately; the fact that she was still alive, still breathing, still able to do what she's done before - it was absolutely unacceptable. The sense of duty, of fury boiled beneath his skin, soon expressing itself in the grit of teeth upon his lips.

And yet, at least they've gotten two of her allies- both of them were dead, and now she was all alone. Certainly, it wouldn't be far too challenging to hunt her down later? Perhaps, perhaps not. He wasn't going to underestimate her easily and already give her an upperhand by default.

He had to be careful- he wanted to be careful, but alas, his bold nature spoke otherwise.

"You're pathetic."

"You're naught but a pale reflection of what you once were. Return to shadows, and dare step to thelight of this Academy again--"

"-- I will make you burn bright."

A final threat made to the woman whom endangered this very land, but- only time would tell if she would return now, right?
(Arthur Rowan)