Log: Holy Grail War

[colchismagecraft]

🧙 WHO: Caster & OPEN (with a couple of closed TLs)
⚔️️ WHAT: Caster's gone on a grief-induced rampage after learning of the death of her lover back home
🕒 WHEN: June 6th, late night
🗺️ WHERE: The Brocéliande woodland
⚠️ WARNINGS: Violence, Arson, Kidnapping, Death Threats, Magical Torture, Grief, potential Body Horror (Will add more as they come up)



So here it was...the Witch of Betrayal finally showing her 'true colours' to Avalon. After that network post, Caster readied herself for whatever would come of it- the forest fire providing an ominous backdrop.

Since she'd come to Avalon, so many had told her she was a good person- and now, she was publicly burning it all to the ground.



[ooc notes: TL prompts will be in the comments!

I don't want Caster to get killed, but I'm all for her potentially getting maimed/scarred provided we plot first. If you don't think it's IC for your character to not just murder her, send me a message so we can plot how she can remove herself from the situation/have someone else intervene before it gets that far!

She'll be using her familiar symbiosis to fight and leaning toward making the actual description of that transformation slightly body-horror-y, but if you're not comfortable with that then just give me the heads up and I'll have her already turned when the thread starts.

Darin will have his own TL for rescuing him/fighting his own familiar fusion, which I'll link here when it's up- feel free to tag one or both as you see fit!]

Comments

[crimsongirl]

Such words did more damage to Homura than anything this place could do. Rejection always hurt, starting from when she was just a little kid. So much time spent pleasing her family, only to lose it all because of one man and her weakness. But she never had it, not when they spoke the near identical words.

There was no family. Just another tool to be used and tossed. Just as she thought Medea could heal them back up, she ripped it open worse than the familiar fusion she underwent. Homura could even feel time slow down, flashing back to the day she was disowned, and smacked back down for even thinking of opposing her family. Both times, both in the real and dream world, they abandoned her without a second thought. She wasn't strong enough then. She didn't have the courage to fight back.

But that was years ago.

Her fighting instinct suddenly came alive, sadness turning into pure, pent-up rage. The body of the shinobi made a mad dash towards her, wind magic propelling her into the cursed field. Even as Homura could feel her body being pulled down to the earth, she pressed on, summoning all the wind magic she could to jettison herself at Medea.

And try to deliver possibly the hardest punch she could muster, all while shouting:

"DON'T YOU DARE FUCK WITH ME!!!!!"

[colchismagecraft]

In a more lucid state, perhaps Medea would realise exactly what she'd unleashed- instead, she immediately had to rush to defend herself as the punch impacted her stomach just as her transformation was done, sending Medea flying back into the nearest tree.

She tried to grab onto her wrist, though, shadowy mist curling around her hand- a curse to deliver pain. Hopefully enough that she'd be able to get some distance.

Fused with her familiar like this, Medea's body was one made of curses. Spite and rage and vengeance all swirling around within her- leaving her only the ability to inflict pain. To shroud herself in darkness and drag everyone else in with her.

[crimsongirl]

Homura yelled in pain as she felt the curses. This was magic her body had yet to be familiar with. It was like touching Medea hurt herself. But none of it dissuaded the berserk shinobi from ceasing her assault.

Her free hand glowed intensely with raging flames, launching a close range blast to create the distance Medea likely wanted. Yet by doing so, claws seemed to form from Homura's knuckles, three sharp blades on each hand and decently long, her blood magic creating weapons she usually saved for a surprise. Not this time. Not against this....monster.

She jumped forward, only to suddenly vanish, repeatedly launching herself with wind magic to confuse the mage. Raw power was likely not the answer. She had to play this smart.

Though any intelligence seemed to be lost as she slashed at Medea's back, yelling all the while. She didn't care about the pain. She likely couldn't win. But nothing would stop this fight until Caster or herself were knocked out. Or dead.

[colchismagecraft]

Medea used the blasts to pull back, bringing up her arm to call darkness before her to shroud her body. Some sort of defence against a fighter who was determined to get in close and take advantage of her poor defences.

Blood magic. She saw those claws for just a moment

As soon as Homura vanished, Medea continued to weave sigils in the air, pulling the shadows around to conceal herself- but that wasn't enough- She folded her wings tight, letting the bones take the majority of the impact. The bones of her left wing splintered with the force, but it was enough.

She wiped around, lashing out with tendrils of darkness to try and grab at Homura- stop her or pull her back- anything to get some distance.

[crimsongirl]

Unfortunately, she found herself trapped, squirming violently. This fusion was said to be powerful, but she didn't imagine the large power gap between them. Combined with how she felt her own supply of magic diminishing, things weren't exactly going well. The claws retracted, forming more into gauntlets, enforced in the front to try and pry herself free. All the while, electricity suddenly formed. Didn't know if the magic was conductive, but there was only one way to find out.

"You threw away everything!" she shouted, unable to control her rage at this rate. "Do we all mean so little to you!?"

[colchismagecraft]

"No. He took everything. I just burned what was left...!"

Medea's own grief was raging- just as the fires around her did. The electricity didn't conduct through the magic, but it did weaken the tendrils- with enough force, that'd probably be enough to break out.

She didn't have time.

She started weaving a cloak of darkness around her- moving back into the trees in an effort to conceal herself. Even with her power, she couldn't risk a brawl.

[crimsongirl]

"So that's it!? Just trash to be thrown away!?"

Homura broke free thankfully, searching around frantically for Caster. Where could she be? Had to remember, had to think. She took a slow, deep breath as she landed back on her feet. Eyes closed, calming down a bit; keyword "a bit". Though she couldn't ignore the raging fire thanks all the anger, there was one thing she could focus on: her blood. So long as Caster's body still had it flowing, she could tell where she was.

For now, she would be waiting, arms left at her side, guard seemingly down. Just had to wait her to move again...