mayfield_rpg | 7th Protocol--[Action all over the place] ☢

[This wasn’t the first time someone precious to her had gone quiet. Orin had stopped talking right several days ago, but Okuu assumed she would come back to her senses soon.

But she didn’t.

She should have expected this; it happened to her master, her master’s sister…and now her best friend. For a brief, horrible moment, she felt like the only creature in all the world.

Then the yatagarasu had started whispering to her, and Utsuho knew she was not alone. The voice preached fire, unfettered burning destruction like a sun allowed too close to the earth. Normally, discipline kept the voice at bay—what little discipline could be forced into her head. It was easy to ignore the voice when one barely heard it.

…but this time, it was different. This time, that all sounded like a very, very good idea.

Utsuho shook out her wings and leapt into the air, heat shimmering at the edges of her feathers.]

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[The hell raven was moving fast this time; no lazy, mindless circling today. The heat gathering at her wings flickered into flames now, as if the air around her was catching light. More heat gathered into the octagonal cannon covering most of her arm until the light grew too bright to look at—and then tore free in a fiery beam that seared an ugly scar into the formerly pristine road below.

When Utsuho cast her other arm out, suns appeared at her fingertips—tiny, miniature suns that grew alarmingly and then sped away as if thrown, arcing out across the sky until they burned out the instant her focus went elsewhere. Some fell to the ground like stars and burn out in the grass there or hiss and spit clouds of steam when they sink into the pond; the hell raven wasn’t really paying attention. She wasn’t aiming at the ground for the most part, some small bit of her remaining conscience saying her master might be down there, her best friend, her master’s sister…most of her anger was directed at the sky, but engaging a challenge was not beyond her senses.

For all that could be said of Okuu’s lack of intelligence, there certainly wasn’t much remaining in her eyes now. She was angry, very angry, and wasn’t thinking and didn’t want to think.

It probably won’t be too long before she gets herself droned, but in the meantime.

For today’s forecast there is a chance of angry gods flying overhead. You know, the usual for Mayfield.]

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(The spellcard slows and stops entirely after seeing her practically shove off the attack. Chen knew she wasn't that strong, but to not even warrant getting her attention...attacking clearly wouldn't work. ~~The difference between a stage 2 boss and a final boss right here~~

Chen was running out of options; attacking didn't work, but talking sort of worked. This was probably one of those fights that couldn't get resolved by fighting. As a last resort, Chen flew up to Okuu one more time and hugged her. Even if the heat tried to shake her off, the neko was hugging her.)

Please...let me help you. I know how much pain you're in and what it feels like...it's something I would never wish on anyone. I know I'm not like your master or even like Orin...but I can still be your friend.

[Utsuho...stops. For a short while she does. Her arms fall to her sides, and she looks at Chen before they come up again.

There is a glimmer of something salvageable in her eyes, briefly.

...then her eyes go glassy and blank, and her great wings fold up; useless.]

[Then she falls. The heat around her dissipates and her form shrinks. And shrinks and shrinks until she's even smaller than Chen; little more than a bird.

She's been droned. And pets didn't fly--at least not in Mayfield they didn't. Utsuho doesn't even try to correct her path straight for the ground.]

(At first, Chen returned the look with a warm smile and wide eyes. Did she finally get through to her? It looked that way, at least...

...but then she looked in horror as the life is almost sucked out of Okuu. She even transformed into a bird, but it wasn't flying. From this height, she could've been killed! That wasn't going to happen while Chen was here. She flew down after, catching the bird in her little hands and touching down on the ground. She examined the bird closely, wondering why the bird didn't try to fly.

...then she realized it. This bird was droned; she recognized that sort of look. Mayfield caught on and stopped from doing what she was doing. Chen didn't know where Okuu lived, so she began flying in the direction of her own home.)

...I'll take care of you until you're better.

[The raven croaked up at Chen, but even her voice sounded artificial and hollow. She is a fairly big bird! ...but she's not exactly struggling right now. Just occasionally waddling her feet in the air like a dog might and blinking stupidly at the world around her.]

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