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mods! ([info]wariscomingmod) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2013-12-23 22:18:00

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Entry tags:alexis castle, allison argent, apocalypse, belle french, captain hook, caroline forbes, christmas douchery, clark kent/superman, claudia donovan, crowley, damien thorn, dean winchester, diana prince/wonder woman, elijah mikaelson, gregory house, hal yorke, harry lockhart, iliana dominick, it's lucifer bitches!, jacen solo, jaina solo, james rogers, john watson, kenzi, kol mikaelson, kon-el/superboy, korra, lois lane, maria hill, myka bering, niklaus mikaelson, olivia vincent, peter vincent, princess adelina, rebekah mikaelson, rebekah salvatore, regina mills, rose tyler, ruby winchester, sam winchester, scott mccall, sidney prescott, stiles stilinski, tinker bell, wesley wyndam pryce

THE APOCALYPSE

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This is your IC Threadpost.

Please keep things labelled with character names in the subject line.

I'll be doing a few subheaders. Pre fight, Battle, Hellbound and Aftermath. Tag into any of these and if you want another subthread made ask me or MJ so it looks all tidy and whatnot.

Go forth and thread mah lovelies
I'm also gonna suggest cutting comms from the battle to the aftermath down to bare mimimum communications while the main battle threads go on to keep it a little bit real time. If you have to for time constraint reasons please mark it post battle


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BATTLE
[info]wariscomingmod
2013-12-23 10:22 pm UTC (link)

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Open to: Kol/Klaus/Caroline
[info]itchtokill
2013-12-23 10:41 pm UTC (link)
The battle was long. It was hard. And it was bloody. But that didn't bother Kol in the least. It was the perfect opportunity for him to let go of everything that had built up, tensions and anger gone unexpressed, let him have a taste of the wild side he had kept so under wraps because of the truce they'd agreed to. There were injuries, massive and minor alike, and deaths on both sides. It was a bloodbath and honestly, he reveled in every second of it. If he wasn't ripping out hearts, he was slashing throats or breaking necks. He was wounded, but it didn't matter, it didn't phase him and he would heal from it soon enough anyway. If anything, the injuries only pushed him to fight harder. That was just the way Kol had always been. A little off, a little mad, a few screws had come loose and some marbles had definitely been lost. There was just something about this that he really had a sick and twisted sort of fun with.

He could see his siblings only a short distance away, giving their all in every manner possible. There was something amazing about the grace and ease of their movements, but he would take the time to appreciate that later. Now he had to focus. Except he couldn't, not now. Not with the giant vortex that had just appeared, bright light swirled around the space and even though he'd never known what it would look like, somehow he just knew. He knew that was the Cage they'd all been determined to get Lucifer into and that meant this was all about to be over.

Things were moving almost in slow motion as Kol turned back to look where he had just seen his siblings, only just in time to see that Nik was precariously close to the edge of the Cage. He had no time to react before Rebekah darted across and pushed him out of the way. And things were fine, for that tiny fraction of a second. And then he watched as his sister fell in instead and everything stopped. "No!" the single word was ripped from his throat in a roar as he flashed over to the space she had just been. "Rebekah..." his sister's name nothing more than a mere whisper.

Filled with a rage that no words could truly describe, Kol could feel his fists shaking at his sides as he looked around wildly to find a solution to this. He was at a loss, but he knew whatever it took, they had to fix this. Somehow. But then his eyes landed on his brother and before he had time to think about it, he shoved Nik roughly by his shoulders. "You...this is on you. This is your fault. You let her go in! You should've stopped her! You should've grabbed her, you should have-- you should've fucking done something!"

Of course, it wasn't Nik's fault, because if not for Bekah, he would have been the one falling in, but logic didn't matter to Kol right now. All that mattered was that his sister was gone and she was gone because she'd saved their arse of a brother. So obviously, it was his fault. All he could focus on was the rage, it had filled every sense he had and it was all that was keeping him together as the finality of it was settling in. He stared at the now empty space where the vortex had been. The Cage was closed. Lucifer was gone. But so was his sister.

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Open to: Kol/Klaus/Caroline
[info]humanitytorn
2013-12-24 01:34 am UTC (link)
Klaus hadn't quite dropped out of the burning rage that always accompanied giving in to the wolf part of him. The pure fury of the Original Hybrid. So much death surrounded him, so many demons, torn and bloody and broken, perhaps not dead really but definitely devoid of a body and sent back to hell. They weren't the only thing in hell though. And the decidedly dangerous glint in his eyes that most would describe as psychotic told a different story. He had watched her fall, she'd pushed him away, lost her footing on the edge of, what had to be the cage. And his world had begun to crumble. His perfect order. He didn't have control. He couldn't get her back, he couldn't save her. There was nothing he could do, and the neck of an invisible hound he'd smelt rather than seen paid the price for it. The blood that dripped from its wounds was proof of that.

He tried, he tried to reach her but not even he with hybrid speed could reach her. Besides before he even could golden hybrid eyes met his brother Kol's and Kol was blaming him. Of course he was. Why not, why not blame him and not Rebekah's insistence on leading, Khan for putting her in that position. Kol for not getting to her in time. Elijah for not getting to her.

"You told her she was capable of this and look where we are now. You have no idea what just happened and I expect you never will. So I suggest you play the cards you have, go to your demon and get our sister out of there." His voice was low, even, chillingly calm and Kol would know, very very dangerous. Klaus was barely holding on to his emotions. Barely containing the already heightened fury and yes, guilt he felt over this. "Or, you know, you could stand here blaming me, why break the habit of a lifetime little brother."

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Re: Open to: Kol/Klaus/Caroline - [info]itchtokill, 2013-12-24 01:56 am UTC
Re: Open to: Kol/Klaus/Caroline - [info]humanitytorn, 2013-12-24 02:34 am UTC
Re: Open to: Kol/Klaus/Caroline - [info]agelessbeauty, 2013-12-24 02:48 am UTC
Re: Open to: Kol/Klaus/Caroline - [info]itchtokill, 2013-12-24 03:02 am UTC
Open to: Kol/Klaus/Caroline - [info]humanitytorn, 2013-12-24 04:30 am UTC
Open to: Kol/Klaus/Caroline - [info]agelessbeauty, 2013-12-24 04:41 am UTC
Re: Open to: Kol/Klaus/Caroline - [info]itchtokill, 2013-12-24 06:02 am UTC
Open to: Mikaelson family/Significant Others
[info]thismanofhonor
2013-12-23 11:14 pm UTC (link)
Elijah felt as if he had been punched in the gut. He couldn’t get to them in time. He had been too far away to reach them in time. But he had seen what Rebekah had seen. Had seen Klaus too close to the cage. He could feel his panic mounting at the thought of losing his brother, but apparently Rebekah had thought the same thing as the woman rushed to push Niklaus out of the way. But even he could see what was coming, could see that this would not end well. “REBEKAH NO!” Eljah screamed as he tried to rush to save her, but it was too late. His little sister, the most important woman in his life had fallen into the pits of hell screaming. He couldn’t even help her.

Sinking to his knees he could feel darkness envelop him. This was yet another way that he had failed his family over the years. He had failed to protect Klaus from Mikael has a child, which had turned him into this…angry bitter soul that stood before him today. He couldn’t prevent Klaus from daggering his sibblings whenever he had fits of anger, he hadn’t been able to protect Kol and Finn from the plotting of the Gilberts which had ultimately ended in their deaths. And now? Now he hadn’t been able to save Rebekah. She was gone and it was on him. His fault. He was useless, a horrible excuse for a man and a brother.

With a scream of rage he pounded his fist into the ground as he felt heart wrenching sobs rack his body. He thought briefly of turning off his emotions, but then he would no longer care that his sister was gone and he most definitely cared. He would care until his dying day that his sister had selflessly sacrificed herself to save the brother who had treated her so poorly over the years. Perhaps her sacrifice would finally be the thing that brought their broken family together. In Rebekah’s honor they should try.

Numbly he took out his phone to text Katerina with the simple message.

“We lost Rebekah. She sacrificed herself saving Klaus. She’s gone.”

Putting the phone away he looked up seeing if he could locate his family. He needed his family. Needed to ensure they were safe. Needed to hold onto all of them in this time of grief. He had to make sure Klaus knew it wasn’t his fault.

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Scott and Allison
[info]silverarcher
2013-12-24 12:16 am UTC (link)
The battle was every bit as intense as Allison had imagined if not more so. Her hair was pulled out of her face into a no fuss ponytail. She’d wanted to keep her line of vision clear during the fight. No one was going to stop fighting to compliment her appearance. Allison shot one arrow after another, each piercing some part of an enemy demon and sometimes the shot was fatal. It would probably bother her later how detached and cool she was about the whole fight, but for now being that way was helping her be more of a machine than a vulnerable human being.

She thought she was focused, at least. Allison was so focused on the battle in front of her that she paid no attention when a demon snuck up behind her. She only realized that he was there when pain shot through her back. Allison could barely take a breath the pain was so intense, but she managed to turn around to face her black-eyed attacker. He had a disturbing grin plastered on his face as he plunged the knife into her stomach. Allison’s bow fell to the ground and so did she moments later, holding her stomach as she bled profusely.

Allison wanted to call out for help, but she could only manage whimpers of pain. Even the quiet murmuring felt like it took too much energy. She pressed hard on the wound in her stomach. It was something she remembered from battle 101. Pressure helped you not bleed out as fast. But Allison looked down to her stomach and saw that the blood was nearly black which was not a good sign at all.

“Scott..” It came out almost as a whisper.

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Re: Scott and Allison
[info]focusscottfocus
2013-12-24 12:54 am UTC (link)
Scott had never been much of anything before the night he was bitten and turned. But even since all of the crazy events in Beacon Hills, he had never been a part of anything quite like this. This battle to end all battles. Because that's what it was. The end. One way or another, no matter the outcome, it was the end.

Despite any training and sparring he had done, this was the hardest fight Scott had ever been a part of, but he fought it with every ounce of his being. He had some injuries, but nothing he was worried about, nothing he couldn't fight through and he healed quicker than most anyway. He had tried his best to keep an eye on Stiles and the other Beacon Hills crew, but it wasn't easy in all the mess.

He'd just managed to narrowly miss being stabbed and killed the demon that had lunged after him when he whirled around just in time to see Allison at her vantage point, falling to the ground. There was nothing in the world that would be stopping him from getting to her at that point and in what seemed like the blink of an eye, he was scrambling to her side. "Allison! Allison!" he dropped to the ground next to her, pulling her into his lap. "I can fix it," he muttered, though he was almost certain the wound was well past anything he could really help her with at this point. "I can fix it."

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Re: Scott and Allison - [info]silverarcher, 2013-12-24 01:14 am UTC
Re: Scott and Allison - [info]focusscottfocus, 2013-12-24 01:29 am UTC
Re: Scott and Allison - [info]silverarcher, 2013-12-24 01:55 am UTC
Re: Scott and Allison - [info]focusscottfocus, 2013-12-24 02:15 am UTC
Re: Scott and Allison - [info]silverarcher, 2013-12-24 02:26 am UTC
Re: Scott and Allison - [info]focusscottfocus, 2013-12-24 02:38 am UTC
Re: Scott and Allison - [info]silverarcher, 2013-12-24 03:00 am UTC
Open to Stiles - [info]focusscottfocus, 2013-12-24 03:09 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]runswithwolves, 2013-12-24 03:31 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]focusscottfocus, 2013-12-24 03:51 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]runswithwolves, 2013-12-24 03:58 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]focusscottfocus, 2013-12-24 04:32 am UTC
BATTLE - Peter, open to John
[info]smokingmagician
2013-12-24 01:03 am UTC (link)
Peter was pretty sure he was dying. He'd died before, but this was different. This wasn't a monster infecting him and eating him from the inside out, carving out his insides to make room for itself, this was just pain and oblivion - he could be grateful for that much at least. Oh, but something had tried to carve out his insides, only in a more physical way, and now he couldn't feel anything from the waist down. His ears were numb too, the sounds of battle around him hollowed out and ringing. His shirt was damp in the front, and he wondered for a moment if it was raining before realizing it must be the blood.

He wasn't surprised at this really. He was still so certain that this was all going to be over soon, that they couldn't truly defeat Lucifer. Deciding to go to the fight, to take this one last chance at trying to do something worthwhile, that had given him purpose, and purpose gave him strength. He'd tried so hard to reassure his mother, to pretend that nothing was wrong and that he knew they were all going to carry the day. He just wanted to give her the hope that he'd given up on. He wanted the life they could have had here, that stupid fucking house he'd been trying so hard to make safe for her and the others, pulling together his motley little family. But he hadn't dared actually hope for it. He knew this was coming.

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Re: BATTLE - Peter, open to John
[info]imhisblogger
2013-12-24 03:03 am UTC (link)
When the battle started, his emotions turned off. Captain John Watson still existed deep deep down inside, beyond all the emotion this world was determined to bring out of him. This man was precise, every sense was open. Every shot was solid. Rock salt rounds, he'd been making them since he'd been at Khans. He had loads of free time there between caring for the otter and trying to regain his sense of normalcy. He hadn't forgotten they were in a war and it paid off. When Khan wanted him, he had him, but when he saw his friends falling around them he knew where he was needed.

He put the safety on his weapons and left Khan's side, medi-kit ready to deal with whatever came his way. First was Peter. He'd become rather fond of this world, and the people in it. If he were to go home it would probably be the worst thing that could happen. London was empty for him, there was nothing there worth living for. Sherlock was still dead there, Rose wasn't there, his little rag tag group of friends weren't there. He was determined they'd see this war through and remain together. So he knelt down beside him to assess the injuries and began dealing with them in a very methodical manner. "You'll be all right. Just focus on me." He tried to give him some kind of hope, but he knew it was bad and if he didn't work quick enough he would lose him.

Fortunately for Peter, John was still a skilled doctor. Still had steady and quick hands for injuries. Blood wasn't a thing that bothered him, he was unphased by the amounts that stained his hands. Only the amounts Peter was losing. He worked quickly to patch up the injuries.

"Focus on me." He said again, every so often speaking some sort of words so Peter knew he was still there.

[ooc: Tl;DR, Yamis not a doctor, but John knows what hes doing mmmkay :P]

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BATTLE - Peter & John - [info]smokingmagician, 2013-12-24 01:09 pm UTC
Re: BATTLE - Peter & John - [info]imhisblogger, 2013-12-29 11:47 pm UTC
BATTLE - Peter & John - [info]smokingmagician, 2014-01-31 02:27 am UTC
Battle - Hook and Belle, because hilarity
[info]loveishope
2013-12-24 02:47 am UTC (link)
The words when pronounced properly had the desired effect, black smoke shot into the air, and then into the ground, drawn down if by some power be it good or evil. It was no longer a threat but there was now a very confused person in front of Belle, a man about of age with Gaston, dark haired like him. And terrified. And Belle could hardly blame him, he'd been overtaken by a great evil, lead to fight and now had woken up free of it here. Surrounded by arrows flying, by swordfights, by guns and weapons that glowed, by lightning and flame and magical rope beyond all reason. By gods and fairytales alike.

"My name is Belle, Belle French, and I'll get you out of here, alright, you have to trust me, Mr...um, you have a name?" she asked, Silly question usually, of course he had a name. But it might keep him talking. Talking avoided thinking too hard about any of this. Which really was the best way to be. He finally spoke, stuttering his way through a sentence that told her his name was Marcus and he had been some kind of law man in Topeka. Which Belle believed she knew to be in the same land...no, no state, that was it, the same state.

"I'll see that you get back to Topeka, you just have to walk with me."

For a few paces they did, Belle trying to keep him talking until a knife swung out at her. But this was Belle, she was not entirely helpless and so she stood in front of Marcus to fight his attacker.

Attackers.

2 of them.

And Marcus, without much hesitation ran, abandoning her to whatever may be her fate. Brave, she had to be brave. She could do this, she needed to do this. She would not fall here. She'd sworn she would find her love again, and she would. But he would find her again

"Look, I just...Ex...Exor"

Two of them. It would never work.

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Battle - Hook and Belle, because hilarity
[info]bythehook
2013-12-24 04:05 am UTC (link)
Demons, monsters, and the bloody Devil himself. They were quite the foes and Hook, personally, didn't much fancy what little odds they had against them. Normally, this would be the sort of battle he wouldn't bother with. If it looked like they were going to lose, then they probably were going to lose. Why get mixed up in a situation where death was inevitable? Well. Currently, his perspective on the matter was a bit...funny. If he fought, they were all probably going to die. If he didn't fight, they were still all probably going to die. But if by some strange twist of fate there was some way that they were going to survive all of this, then Hook wanted to be there to make sure that it happened.

Their survival was important. His? Yes. Very much so. But there was another life that he valued a bit more and he would take anything that Lucifer had to throw at him to make sure that the person he was fighting for lived to tell the tale of this battle for many, many years to come.

Love and revenge.

For the first time in a very long while, it was the former that Hook was risking his skin for.

Emma would live on. Even if she was different, even if she loved another, even if --

Hook had been turning from a body that he'd helped vacate via exorcism (he had held her down for another, at least, as he didn't quite know the words himself) when a man slammed into him. He'd hurtled forward by several gravestones by the time Hook reached round to grab at him, which only made Hook believe he was either a cowardly enemy or another poor fool who had just been exorcised. The which didn't matter to him. He had been running from something and, as he didn't have an escort away from the chaos, Hook could only turn to look in the direction he had come from to figure out why he had been left to fend for himself.

Ah.

Not but a moment later, his hook latched itself onto the shoulder of one of the demons that had cornered Belle. "Two on one," Hook began as he wheeled the black-eyed man about. He tipped his head to the side, a single brow arched upward in a look of pure disapproval. "Now that's no way to treat a lady." And with that, he decked the demon square in the nose, the corners of his mouth turning upward into a sly grin as the demon reeled back in surprise. Right, then. Distract the demons. Round two.

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Battle - Hook and Belle, because hilarity - [info]loveishope, 2013-12-24 11:02 am UTC
Battle - Hook and Belle, because hilarity - [info]bythehook, 2013-12-26 11:53 pm UTC
Re: Battle - Hook and Belle, because hilarity - [info]loveishope, 2013-12-27 02:01 pm UTC
Jainadeath (Open to Jacen)
[info]tricksterjaina
2013-12-24 03:02 am UTC (link)
Jaina wasn't sure where it had gone wrong - somewhere between a demon falling, smoke leaking out through the cuts from her violet blade ...and laying on the ground, the sky directly above her... somewhere between there, something had happened. She had stepped wrong or spun when she shouldn't have, or not fast enough, somehow lost her concentration and now-

-there was a pressure in her chest that slowly bloomed into pain that cut deeper with her every breath. She felt for the wound with one hand, fingers shakily catching the edge of the knife protruding from her chest, coming away wet. Her hand curled into a fist and fell beside her, clenched tight against the stained grass. Not only her own blood, this graveyard had been flooded with the blood of nearly everyone here, already - displaced or demonic alike. Hers was just joining in, mingling with the rest.

She turned her mind inward, eyes falling closed for a second, Force senses catching on the edges of the wound. Her lung was damaged. Arteries and veins, vital pieces severed. She was filling with blood in all the wrong places. She didn't think she could pull a trance right now, didn't think she'd even have the time it would take...

-she reached out for Jacen through the meld he'd created, through their bond. Checking. He was there. He was... aware. She tried to muster some kind of reassurance, and when that failed she tried to pull away, so he wouldn't feel-

Her eyes blinked open as her danger sense flared weakly. The demon loomed over her, obstructing her view of the sky. It was a child - or at least, it had been. The eyes were black, now, and it was smiling. Jaina's hand came up, blood-stained and weak, and she managed a weak Force-shove, before trying to push herself up on her elbows - up, somehow, just up, she couldn't just-

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Re: Jainadeath (Open to Jacen)
[info]jeditraitor
2013-12-24 04:19 am UTC (link)
Jacen only knew the fight, the battle, a furious amalgam of battle meld, defense, protective barriers when he could, occasional attempts at quelling the hellhounds, and then of course the offense. His lightsaber, his lightning, he'd stuck to the classics, pushing tides of demons back, little care for their hosts, why should he when this was the battle to end them all, why should he when Sam Winchester was possessed now because he had not succeeded, Jacen had tried to help and the attempt had failed. And so here he was. A weakness was opening up on the right flank, some demons would swarm in from a corner they'd forgotten to keep an eye out for, the left was holding but there were injured there, they weren't rotating out. Jacen sent nudges where he could, reminders of a not so gentle nature to those in question and returned to the meld.

It was a turning point, one of a few yet to come.

Their actions here set the course, their actions here could determine overall.

Left flank needed to push now, they were strong. Push, push.

He'd been relaying such messages to those who needed to know, who needed to pass it on to the front liners when it happened. The bond, deeper even than the battle meld. The bond he knew only to be Jaina, it tore, slowly at first, but yes, it tore, and he knew. Kriff it he knew...is this what she had felt. Was this the other side of it?

He would tear the world down to see her live. The tears came easily, healing tears, if he could find her in time, his sister, he needed to tell her, she needed to know so much if this was all that he had. If this was...

An ark of lightning shot up into the sky and he urged her to give him some kind of a sign, to know it was him and not Azula's or Zuko's. And finally he saw, the demon looming over his sister, oh no no, the lightning wasn't good enough, not for him. This was not Caedus' fight after all, Jacen's eyes did not glow yellow red but instead narrowed and he seemed almost to stand straighter than he had been, a snake seeming to unfurl from his right arm, that mere seconds ago had looked like armour. A thud bug pulled from another pocket and thrown into a group of demons about to attack nearby before the amphistaff found its mark. The think that had attacked his sister would suffer. He cursed it in Vong as the toxins took hold, paralyzing the body and he didn't know, perhaps the creature could not leave if the body was stuck. It did not try.

Kneeling beside his sister it took him a false start in Vong before he could focus properly on the words to use.

"...you're going to stay with me. I won't allow you leave me. You can't, do you understand me Jaina."

If he forbade her she would surely listen.

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Re: Jainadeath (Open to Jacen) - [info]tricksterjaina, 2013-12-24 04:50 am UTC
Jainadeath (Open to Jacen) - [info]jeditraitor, 2013-12-24 11:20 am UTC
Calling the Wild Power - Iliana and Loki
[info]wildpowerwitch
2013-12-24 03:13 am UTC (link)
People were hurting around her, suffering, nature was screaming in agony, the seal was doing...something she didn't quite understand but, no, no something was being done to it. That much was clear to her, Iliana wished she was better trained, better at what she was only learning. Loki had said he would teach her and Iliana totally hoped she'd still be around for him to teach. But things were way messed up Someone had just died, someone powerful, and someone was angry, really angry, someone had been lost to hell, someone else was injured, more than she could think about.

Martha was trying, they all were, all the doctors, but there were so many.

So many that she knew if she was trained, she could do more. She could find more, bring potions, salves. Or well, there was the other thing, but she didn't know about that.

Her blue fire was unpredictable, would it come, would it listen to the hurt in her heart or the pity, the wish to see people saved or aided in battle. Iliana looked around her, blue eyes watching keenly as the doctors did their work. There wasn't going to be enough, there were going to be more deaths, more and more and more. People were already suffering. It was pointless to argue, she had her answer. Iliana knew what she had to do.

And so the Witch Child acted quickly, grabbing a sharp knife from Martha's field kit Iliana cut into her arm, watching the blood flow, feeling it flow and finally calling the words she knew so deeply within her. This wasn't training. This was nothing she could learn.

"My most ancient mother to you I call. Hecate hear your daughter. The Witch Child calls to you. I am the lost with, the one from the hearth who still holds the spark. Your wild power. And I summon my birthright. My flame. Do your work."

The fire came in a rush, blue, rushing out in an arc, around her, destroying their enemies and healing her allies, for around ten seconds and for around ten feet from her it burned, hurting no one she did not wish it to. And finally, it relented. Iliana lasted long enough to be amused the wound on her arm was gone too.

"Kinda..awesome." she said softly, before falling toward the ground, she wasn't hurt. She was drained. The price for her fire.

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Calling the Wild Power - Iliana and Loki
[info]subtletrick
2013-12-24 03:37 am UTC (link)
Loki's senses were becoming overwhelmed. It was too much, splitting himself into pieces and scattering, watching everything and trying to stay attuned to those he felt compelled to protect, to their safety and well-being and to anything but the overpowering rage that built up and beat against the walls he'd thrown around his mind, tearing at the gates and threatening to pull him into it. He had retreated from the link Jacen Solo had created, but it was impossible to escape the equivalent of howling that was forced upon his mind.

Focusing on his fellow magic-wielders, pushing past the dangerous emotion that choked everything in range, Loki's many eyes sought out any needing assistance, any needing further orders or relocation. A spark of power caught his senses, something bright and not like the other magic in use around him. Scanning the copies of himself, he placed the magic-use's location and slipped through into the shell he'd created there, consciousness sliding between spaces. It was the girl - Iliana - who was the source of that new sensation - and he watched as her power flooded through her and then around her, demons falling, burning away; wounds healing.

The anger that rushed at the walls around his mind fell away, a bit. It was not gone, not his and not that which he was picking up on, but there was a sort of breathing room, a spell of quiet in the otherwise chaotic madness that was so many powerful, distraught beings in one place, linked together.

A fascinating power, that one.

As he stepped forward, thinking to thank her for the moment's respite, and to ask how she had done that, the girl toppled, then - and Loki caught her before she fell. She did not seem injured - and with use of power like he'd sensed, he was fairly sure that was not the case at all. More likely, she required rest; with a nod towards those in the medical tent, he transported them away from the battlefield, to somewhere safe - the "Roadhouse", he suspected, would suffice.

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Re: Calling the Wild Power - Iliana and Loki (Guest Freddie) - [info]dethronedking, 2013-12-24 12:55 pm UTC
Lucifer/Sam - open to Michael/Dean
[info]ex_demonbloo908
2013-12-24 03:16 am UTC (link)
From the very moment in which Lucifer had twisted the first demon into form, his fate had been sealed. He would fall, only to rise again, and - when he finally did - he was to battle his brother to the death. Here. At this cemetery. What was once a place of sanctuary for the dead had been turned into a place of severe unrest. The displaced had created a feeble army in the hope that they would be able to defeat him and, in return, Lucifer had given them a taste of his own. They wanted a fight; they wanted to die. What better place to do so than on the very ground that they would likely be buried?

Lucifer stood away from the battle. He hadn't come here for them.

It was Michael. His brother. His family. If he was to win this war, Lucifer had to do what was necessary. Michael was his brother, yes, but he was also determined to destroy Lucifer because God, once upon a time, had seared a thought into the hands of prophecy. It was stupid, really. God was gone. They were here. Lucifer didn't want to kill his brother. Even after spending a million years stuffed away in the box that he had been cast into, Lucifer found that he still didn't despise him. It wasn't his fault. The only person to blame was their father. He was the one who had started all of this. He was the one who had split their family down the middle, leaving it to fray and crack into something so...pathetic that even Lucifer had trouble recognizing it when he resurfaced. If there was anyone either of them should have been fighting, it was daddy dearest. Michael was incapable of seeing that. As always, he was nothing more than a soldier, blindly following the orders that he had been given. It was because of his inability to think for himself that Lucifer found himself standing at the heart of Stull cemetery.

Michael would show. He had been waiting for this moment for far too long. He wouldn't dare pass it up.

Lucifer curled Sam Winchester's fingers into his palms, balling the hands of his vessel into fists. He was still getting used to the new body. Unlike Nick, Sam was a perfect fit. After spending so long using a body that was so fragile, it felt strange to be in one that felt right. Lucifer couldn't help but smile at the thought. He had always known that this body would be his. For as long as Sam had protested, Lucifer knew that he would best him. And he had. The only problem was - and it was a small thing, really - that Sam, as a host, was unexpectedly...stubborn. He had felt him wriggling around on the inside a few times since he had taken him over. It wasn't much, but it was more than Lucifer had felt with anyone else. Sam was trying to kick him out. He was trying to escape. Somehow, he had enough strength inside of him to let Lucifer know that he wasn't willing to be subjected to his control so easily.

But he wouldn't get his way. He belonged to Lucifer now, just as Dean Winchester belonged to Michael. It was with these hands, whether Sam liked it or not, that Lucifer would kill Michael. And Dean as well, he supposed. Together, he and Sam would share their pain. The bond of the two rebellious sons who had rejected their fathers orders would only strengthen through the experience.

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Lucifer/Sam + Michael/Dean
[info]withgunsdrawn
2013-12-24 03:50 am UTC (link)
Michael had been waiting for this moment for a very, very long time. Anxious, dreading, but waiting, because this was predestined, and until this was finished, Michael would never know peace. Lucifer haunted him - not in the way the insignificant spirits of the dead and damned of this planet haunted. It was a different sort of haunting - it was the looming dread he felt when he considered his blade piercing the heart of his beloved brother's Grace with the blade that lit bright like flames in the presence of darkness. It was in the doubts that he forced himself not to have, even when the humans questioned him, questioned Father and His Will.

Michael refused to have doubts. He did not need them; he had orders, and that was enough. Surely, this was right.

It was time for this crippled and broken world to have its peace.

Michael had been standing in the garden above the burial grounds all night. It was peaceful, there, and there was a certain symbolic comfort in the place; praying in a garden before an event that must be, but was dreaded. If it be Thy Will, he had breathed towards the sky, knowing he would not be heard - or that if he were heard, his prayers were not heeded. It did not matter. He had his orders, why should he need anything else? Comfort and reassurance were for humans. Michael was an Archangel. A warrior.

The gathering beings below - some human, some twisted parodies of human shapes, some foul, blood-drinking monsters who pretended humanity - held his attention for only so long. He could sense Lucifer nearby, knew exactly where his brother stood. His hesitation was not doubt. It was another prayer, a plea for strength that he knew he had, another unheeded whisper towards a Heaven full of angels as confused and conflicted and tired as he was.

His vessel's spirit shifted inside, restless, and Michael crushed him back down, before steeling himself and appearing, in a fluttering rustle of feathered wings, behind Lucifer.

"Call off your army. They will do you no good." If he wished, Michael could have sent for a thousand angels to storm this place, sweep away the abominations and carry the deserving human souls to their eternal reward. But this was not the time or the place for his angels; this was Lucifer and Michael, and no one else.

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Lucifer/Sam + Michael/Dean - [info]ex_demonbloo908, 2013-12-24 04:29 am UTC
Open to: Jack/Nine
[info]drjones_unit
2013-12-24 11:23 am UTC (link)
Battles were nothing knew to her. Maybe it made her jaded, but Martha had seen so many, and this was what she was trained for. The disciplined training of UNIT and the training she had never asked for during the Year That Never Was. Even as Japan had burned around her, Martha had kept her cool, and that was what she did now, moving through the battlefield, tending to the wounded, directing the more seriously injured back, as well as defending against attack with a calm precision. She knew that people around her weren't making it, and later she knew she would grieve, but that would be later, had to be later, for now she had patients to treat.

When the Cage opened, even she looked shocked, she who had seen so many incredible things in her life.

And that was when things truly exploded for everyone.

Her heart froze when she heard the shouts of someone she knew was the Doctor. Oh, that voice wasn't as familiar to her as the Tenths, but there was still something recognizable in there. But she was far, too far away. And people were too close to the Cage.

She saw Tony go in and heard screaming. It took her a while to realize that the scream was her, all panic and fear, screaming out his name. Martha was about to go over there, to do something, anything, when she saw Rose. Golden eyed Rose. No, not Rose, not then, that was the Bad Wolf, and the panic in Martha increased. She saw what the Bad Wolf did, saving the Doctor, saving so many. There was a numb denial as she just stared, frozen to the spot, as Rose the Bad Wolf followed Tony into the Cage.

The instant the Cage closed, Martha felt able to move again, the tears coming thick and fast as she sobbed hysterically. Rose, the best girl friend she had ever had, come from a tough start to be as close to her as a sister. Tony, the man she had never meant to fall for but had done anyone, and she had never told him she loved him. All traces of the calm soldier was gone as she screamed, and tried to move towards where the Cage had been, before strong arms wrapped around her. Martha wasn't even sure who it was holding her back, just that he was enough to keep her where she was, even as she screamed and sobbed, trying to kick and claw her way free, refusing to even acknowledge any comfort the man was trying to give her.

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Re: Open to: Jack/Nine
[info]onlysayinghello
2013-12-24 12:32 pm UTC (link)
Jack couldn't find Becker. He'd heard orders being shouted and then those stopped, just stopped. And he'd been looking for him when a knife had slit his throat from behind. Death had followed, just for a time and he had woken up to chaos. Screaming, the cage open, people falling, people dying, and then this, and then Martha's anger and hurt over her lover. He'd been running to her when he saw Rose. Only of course it wasn't Rose was it. It was the thing that brought life. The thing that had made him this and in a mad flurry of emotions Jack wondered if she'd take it away and what he'd do if she did. He could live and he would die and he could grow old with Becker...provided that tug he felt toward the seal, provided that didn't take.

He watched the Bad Wolf numbly up until the point it walked toward the cage, it went in taking his Rose with it and Jack let out a stream of curses worthy of Owen Harper himself when he realised he'd found Martha. And he'd grabbed her, thrown his arms around her waist, held her even as she collapsed to the ground, which in many ways was fine because he wasn't sure he could even stand anymore. He didn't even really know what he'd said beyond the usual things someone said in this situation, they'd find a way, they'd do something. Mostly he just held her and cried right along with her.

The battle came to its end around them but Jack wasn't ready to move, he wasn't ready even to stand, he needed to help Martha and he needed to find Becker. Nothing else mattered right now. Nothing at all.

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Re: Open to: Jack/Nine - [info]drjones_unit, 2013-12-24 01:00 pm UTC
Open to: Jack/Nine - [info]onlysayinghello, 2013-12-27 01:23 pm UTC
Open to: Jack/Nine - [info]drjones_unit, 2013-12-27 01:50 pm UTC
Open to: Vex/Kenzi
[info]tearyoutopieces
2013-12-24 11:35 am UTC (link)
Back at home, a big deal was made of the two sides, the Light and the Dark. The Light had rules, the Dark, well, not so much, at least on the surface. But to anyone watching at that moment, the idea of Dyson being someone who could claim to be 'light' seemed ludicrous. Dyson Thornwood, once of the Laignach Faelad, now the loyal lieutenant of the Blood King, was showing exactly why he was one of the most powerful Fae around. Partially shifted into his wolf form, his eyes glowed golden and his fangs and claws tore into his enemies, ripping them apart and he smirked as their blood stained his face.

Any time the demons managed to lay a blow on him, he simply laughed, exhilarated by the adrenaline. Oh, but he hadn't been in such a vicious fight in centuries. A chance to truly let loose with everything he was.

Even if at one point one demon did come a little too close to severing his head from his neck, only to be pulled away by the power of the Mesmer. Dyson gave a withering look to Vex, wanting to retort with some level of sarcasm before thinking better of it, and even giving him a tiny but significant nod of acknowledgment.

It was going well, it was, Kenzi was safe, holding her own despite being so fragile and human. And Bo...

Bo was fine until that moment when she wasn't. Until the Cage took her.

Dyson let loose with a howl of pure, feral rage. No matter what their relationship might be, whatever complications there were, Bo had his heart, was his love, his epic love. And she was taken from him, and people were going to suffer for that. He was blinded by fury, no longer caring who was friend and who was foe, his features shifting more from human to wolf, though not quite all the way to creature, not yet. He stepped forward, ready to simple tear through anyone who was before him, a snarl at his throat.

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Re: Open to: Vex/Kenzi
[info]vexyandiknowit
2013-12-24 12:23 pm UTC (link)
Vex was loving this. He'd thrown himself into the battle knowing just how good he was at violence. At mayhem and murder and alright, sometimes making vampires stab themselves was just funny and he'd found one on Lucifer's side. "Bad bad idea vampire!" he said with a wild grin as the creature slashed at its chest over and over again before the knife finally plunged in its gut. 8 times.

Okay so maybe overkill. But funny overkill.

He'd pulled a demon off of Dyson and thrown it against a crypt. He'd kept an eye out on Kenzi and he'd just turned to look again for the succubus when he caught it, more Dyson's reaction than the actual fall. He reached out with the mesmer to try and grab Bo back but it was too late, a force even greater than his own power, pulling her down, dragging her down. And Dyson was about to be an idiot.

He turned the mesmer on the wolf.

"Oh no you don't." he said, stepping in close to the animal. The look of glee was gone and for once the Dark Fae actually seemed entirely serious. "We'll find a way right, we'll work out a way to get her but it won't be here. It won't be now. And you can go into a bitchfit, you can threaten to tear my throat out or you can remember the one person she'd want us to protect."

Vex finally spotted Kenzi as the cage began to close, broken, screaming, running toward it. He cursed, dropped the mesmer on Dyson hoping he'd said enough and turned the power on Kenzi. She'd need them both, and for her, for Kenzi he was willing to work with the wolf.

"Come on, she needs you." Needed both of them, but even now Vex couldn't quite consciously admit that,

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Re: Open to: Vex/Kenzi - [info]tearyoutopieces, 2013-12-24 12:51 pm UTC
Open to: Vex/Kenzi - [info]ex_the_kenzi392, 2013-12-27 01:21 am UTC
Open to: Vex/Kenzi - [info]vexyandiknowit, 2013-12-27 01:06 pm UTC
Open to: Vex/Kenzi - [info]tearyoutopieces, 2013-12-27 01:33 pm UTC
Re: Open to: Vex/Kenzi - [info]ex_the_kenzi392, 2014-01-03 11:46 pm UTC
BATTLE -- Open
[info]wateravatar
2013-12-24 09:58 pm UTC (link)
Korra knew she should be more afraid than she was with this fight. Apparently this Lucifer was the ultimate evil of this world. But after facing Amon, losing her bending, who she was, for a short time, that was her greatest fear. She would fight to the best she could here. If she fell, then she would make sure Hell knew they had faced the Avatar.

Khan was as good as his word. There was indeed enough holy water for her to wield as a weapon. She had the skings slung over her shoulders. She had sent Naga far enough away so that she wouldn't be a target to the demons. She had to keep her friend safe.

The fighting was brutal and hard but Korra was a warrior. The holy water proved effective in pushing the demons back for others to take down. A few of the demons she froze with the holy water. She doubted it would keep them for long but in battle, moments mattered. She was knocked down though when a swarm of demons decided to take her out. She began fighting harder and faster, using all of her bending abilities but it still wasn't enough with the amount of demons there.

Knocked down again, she knew she had to go all out or die. Suddenly, it happened. She felt the power swarming within her and her eyes snapped open, glowing pure white. The ground rumbled and pieces of dirt and rock flew up and began circling her while a band of fire and water joined in. A bubble of air enveloped her and she looked at the demons.

"You will not win."

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Hermione's death
[info]ageeleven
2013-12-25 03:36 am UTC (link)
Hermione was supposed to be hanging out in the Roadhouse helping with supplies, holy water and anything else that needed to be done. But when the demons had begun to attack, when everything else had started to go downhill she couldn’t remain inside and behind. Not when she had magic on her side and could use it to try and protect the others. It wasn’t even a hard decision for her to make no matter how young she was or what little experience she might have had. There were people younger than her, with far less experience and resources available to them inside as well and she couldn’t sit back and do nothing.

It just wasn’t in her nature to do so.

She tried to exorcise at first but there were too many for that to be even remotely effective and at some point it wasn’t just demons any longer. So she tried to stupefy, leg-locked others, jelly-legged some others, blasted, binded, bat-bogeyed as best as she could and it seemed to be working well for awhile, on those that she was able to hit with her spells.

It also made her a target, something she tried to work past, to out think her attackers, but eventually one got entirely too close and she hadn’t been expecting something like a broken steel pipe to be thrust into her stomach.

Pain seemed to explode all over her and she fell forward, trying to gasp for air, but seemed to only be able to breathe out blood, choking on it as she continued to pitch forward, unable to figure out how she was supposed to get out of this one. She missed Ron and Harry, missed her mum and dad, wanted to see all of them one last time.

And Hugo. How was Hugo supposed to even exist if she died?

She tried to fight, to breathe through the blood that was filling up her lungs, but it was a pointless endeavor and didn’t take long for that plus the blood seeping from her wound to completely do her in.

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Re: BATTLE-Hugo (Open)
[info]unginger
2013-12-25 05:36 am UTC (link)
Hugo's strength had always been Potions. He'd worked out a holy water concoction meant to spread to anyone who touched anyone the water had touched. It was minor but it was the best he could do in a short amount of time with limited ingredients. And, of course, there was his usual work. Spells, enchantments, curses, jinxes. Short of using Unspeakables, he was throwing out everything he had.

When he saw the familiar shock of frizzy brown hair so like his own, his heart sank. That was his mum out there. All of thirteen, still just a kid. His brave, strong, talented mother. The one who didn't put up with his attention seeking crap as a kid, even when Ron did. The one who'd taught him so much more than school ever could. The one who'd indulged his love of reading with every book she could get her hands on, new and classic both.

She was thirteen. She shouldn't even have been out there.

He slipped over to tell her so and the closer he got, the more he overheard. She was brilliant. Completely brilliant. Throwing out curses most witches her age shouldn't even know. Despite his worry over her, he swelled with pride as the brains of the Golden Trio met her attackers smoothly.

He saw the approaching demon a split second before she did. It wasn't enough time. His wand at the ready, he yelled "stupefy!" but it was too late. The damage was done. The pipe... Oh, Merlin. No. "No!" He'd meant to shout the word, but it came out weak. Afraid.

Rushing to his mother's side, he pulled her into his arms. It was too late. What little healing magic he did know already wouldn't save her. He could ease her suffering a bit, ease her into an unconscious state but...he couldn't save her. He hadn't even started his training yet.

It was useless, he knew, and he could only wait for her to breathe her final breath. And then he no longer cared. Almost nineteen years old, cocky and confident, Hugo Weasley broke down into tears. Gently, he stroked her brown curls off of her face, ignoring the blood that covered her. He no longer cared that he was a target, breaking down in the middle of a battlefield. What did it matter anymore?

His mother, young as she might have been, was dead.

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BATTLE Ruby/Sam/Samcifer/Dean/Deanchael
[info]frostandsnow
2013-12-27 10:48 am UTC (link)
She knew bringing the Impala was the best plan she had to annoy Dean into fighting back. Blaring the Doors didn't help probably but hell, she thought it was appropriate. Break On Through. Oh she planned to. She wondered for a moment if she saw the angel that was contained within Dean twitch for a moment and hoped against hope that Sean was fighting it. She swung the keys around her finger for a moment before nodding to Jules and leaving her to that conversation. Michael wouldn't hurt her. No, her fight was this, her fight was him.

And he probably would hurt her.

She strode across the field, through the battle lines, bringing only death in her wake. Demons fell to her knife, dozens maybe until she reached him, faced off against Michael and ready for the end. And Ruby paused, just in front of the archangels and turned to the one that had created her kind, the one who had caused all this, the one she used to worship, and the one of course, who wore her husband.

"I want to talk to him. You need to give me that before this happens, before everything. For what you said I was, for the fact you were proud of me, can you just give me that. Please." Sad fact was she expected a no, she was even prepared for a no, but she had to ask.

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BATTLE Ruby/Sam/Samcifer/Dean/Deanchael
[info]ex_demonbloo908
2014-01-02 05:50 am UTC (link)
Lucifer had been all too engulfed in his conversation with his brother to bother with anyone else. They were nothing. They couldn't harm him they certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to try. The real threat stood before him. His brother. His blood. Michael would do everything he could to see to it that the only real end today saw was Lucifer's and that was something that Lucifer would never allow. Michael had to go, no matter how much the idea of taking the life of an archangel pained him.

It was for the greater good. It was for this planet. For their family. For him.

Lucifer watched his brother closely, preparing for the very moment in which Michael would attempt to strike him. Yet, before Michael was able to drive in his first attack, they were interrupted by a tiny flurry of dark hair and an even darker soul.

Ruby. The demon. Nothing more than vermin and she had decided to intervene over her feelings for Sam Winchester. Lucifer looked down at her, his emotions - usually masked quite well - bleeding out openly at the sight of such a small creature getting in the way of family business.

He was angry. Furious, in fact. The cold look that reflected from his vessel's eyes would have been enough to send any sane being running in the opposite direction, but Lucifer knew that Ruby wouldn't do that. Her heart had overwhelmed every last bit of her sense.

"Walk away. Die painlessly." Lucifer grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her aside all too roughly. "If you get between me and my brother again, I will beat you down so badly that they'll find nothing but dust where you once stood."

It was a fair offer. If she refused, she would regret it. He would make her.

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BATTLE Ruby/Sam/Samcifer/Dean/Deanchael - [info]frostandsnow, 2014-01-02 03:00 pm UTC

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