paixaorpg | Rain and Lightning and Sin [active; open]

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Rain and Lightning and Sin [active; open]

Character(s): Sin and anyone who wants in on the fight
Content: Boss fight! In the rain!
Setting: L7
Time: early evening, while it's still raining
Warnings: Destruction, mayhem, and violence. And a hole in the domes.

In the past few weeks, the city had proven itself up to the task of eliminating the lesser Sinspawn, but it was time to show them the real power of Sin. It was time to start bringing death to this world and those who inhabited it. Whether they belonged here was of no importance. They suffered here just as they would suffer wherever they had come from; where they were released from their suffering was of no real importance. All he needed to do was attract a bit of attention.

Which Sin itself was admittedly doing, by virtue of being a large electricity based creature, but the rumbling of thunder above the domes had given him an idea. After all, Sin was providing a far amount of destruction already, and surely no one would mind if he caused just a little bit more. And it was a matter of little effort to cast a simple Flare at the dome overhead, shattering a fair amount of it to pieces. With luck the explosion would serve as a way to get people to head this direction and in the meantime Sin could terrorize and kill the general populace.

[Note: Since giant boss fight is likely to be giant, it'll probably be best to split this up into a bunch of different threads. Thread hopping is, of course, not only okay but encouraged, so hop in and have fun!]

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While Sin itself still was paying far more attention to those who had actually attacked it, Seymour had begun to pay a little more attention to the musician and his... companions. True, he couldn't hear what they were saying, but it provided for a slight bit of amusement nonetheless, as the lightnings his Sin was throwing crashed and crackled nearby.

They were planning something, no doubt about it.

"Heh," Hamel said with a quiet smirk- and at once the strings of his violin were silenced. "Right. It's time I played the requiem of hell for such a vile demon. Prepare, and listen to my concerto."

There was only a few seconds pause as Hamel lifted the bow to the strings again and began playing a rapid melody. "Vivaldi's 2nd Concerto 'Summer', Movement 3- 'Presto'! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaSw3NXCLl8) The great composer Antonio Vivaldi harnessed the energy and power of a summer thunderstorm in this piece-- nature's power to destroy and conquer any foe! This's a melody that will fill your bodies with the destructive force of a typhoon!"

What was this guy going on about? Sonic thought he'd be getting a fight out of this, not a lecture. The guy'd changed his tune, so at least that was something-

Wait.

Whoa. Whoa.

This wasn't the first time Sonic had experienced sheer power - seven Chaos Emeralds in one place was nothing to sneeze at. This wasn't Chaos energy, though - it was wilder, freer than anything the Emeralds could ever do.

Sonic's eyes snapped open, and he found himself floating several inches above the cobbled road. His color hadn't changed, but it still felt like he'd gone Super - with one big difference. Super had a time limit. Something in this music, however, made him feel like he could go on forever.

Maybe he hadn't given the violin guy enough credit. This was awesome.

Without waiting for Knuckles, he took off, flying fast and hard at the monster. "Hey ugly!" he called, caught up in the thrill of flight and the excitement of a prospective battle on his hands. "Incoming!"

Less talk, more action was what Knuckles preferred at the moment - and then he felt the music coursing through his veins along with the blood. It surged into his being, resonating with his heartbeat; he had to shut his eyes from the force of it, shuddering as he was lifted off the ground.

It somehow reminded him of the Emeralds' power, but that line of thought only reminded him of how he was separated from his duty (his home), so he grit his teeth and opened his eyes, his dreadlocks flaring around him. He grinned fiercely and flew towards the monster, almost as fast as Sonic in his own eagerness as he dove towards the creature, aiming a hard punch at its shell.

"Bring it, punk!"

While Sin's outer shell wasn't about to be breached so easily - it was designed as living armor, and it was a poor armor that would fall under so little - it was still enough to attract Sin's attention, a crackle of lightning flickering along it's skin as their fists hitting, felling the protection that had briefly provided by NulShock (courtesy of Braska).

And only seconds thereafter, another crackle of electricity coursed across its body. There would be no protection from NulShock this time.

Hamel continued playing as skillfully as he could-- he made it look easy the way he sawed out every little note and his hand danced up and down the neck of the violin.

This was a powerful melody... they would need a powerful melody to take out something that size. Hamel could last all day if he needed to. Hopefully the little animal things could hold out that long.

Sonic hadn't been surprised that his punch hadn't broken through. He'd figured it'd take more than that to get to this thing, but hey, no harm in trying. He had been surprised at the subsequent bolt of electricity, however, and even more surprised that it hadn't touched him. What the heck was that about? He backed off a bit, floating a few feet away from the monster and taking a moment to regroup.

Evidently he wasn't far enough away, however, since the second bolt of electricity arced across the gap and zapped him - aw man, not this again! Evidently just feeling like he'd gone Super didn't mean he got Super's invincibility along with it. He shook it off much faster than he had Larxene's shock - hey, there was something to this music after all - and grinned. This was gonna be tougher than he thought it'd be. Awesome.

"You're a pretty tough guy, huh?" The taunting was more for his benefit than the monster's as he pulled out his power ring, tapping into its energy as well and curling into a spiny ball, preparing for a homing attack. "Take this!" And he was off, rocketing towards the monster.

It... didn't hurt him. Why didn't it hurt him? Knuckles couldn't guess at anything, except... was it the musician's doing? The echidna was snapped out of his thoughts by the shock of electricity surging through him painfully and staggered in midair, but managed to shake it off - he could take a lot more than this.

Sonic had a ring? It figured. It almost made Knuckles with he had an Emerald with him, but for the fact that he preferred keeping them safe (at least, the Master Emerald). Knuckles could still, however, follow suit, curling into a ball and shooting towards the monster.

Sadly, while barreling through the towards a giant monster might be a good idea in general there were a few occasions when it wasn't quite such a good idea, magical enhancements or no. Sin's Overdrive was one of those occasions; a howling tornado with lightning crackling through it, not to mention the bits and pieces of rubble it had picked up.

Not precisely the best thing in the world to go barreling into.

Despite being engrossed in the melody, Hamel was paying attention to the fight at large and happened to notice his marionettes careening in towards a particularly nasty-looking storm. It was times like this he was glad that he was just the puppet master. Still, if they got wrecked in the fight he'd have to go find ANOTHER pair to use and he just didn't feel like doing that.

"Shit!" he yelled- and as he reached the end of the measure, he began to improvise. Halting the melody, he played one long, vibrating note-- the power of the music jerked the marionettes back from their charge and raised an impromptu shield around them. That would hopefully be enough to keep them from getting fried.

Sonic wasn't worried about the storm up ahead. He was pretty sure he'd get through it - he'd been through much worse, after all - and it was too late to turn back now, right?

Evidently the musician had different plans, as one long note vibrated in Sonic's ears and through his body, jerking him backwards, snapping him forcefully out of his spin and causing his ring to fly out of his hand.

"Oh m-"

He threw a hand out wildly, managing by sheer blind luck to snag the ring on one finger. He was about to turn and yell at the music guy to watch what th' heck he was doin' when the storm howled around him. Clenching the ring in his fist, he quickly curled into a ball again, waiting for the worst of the storm to hit-

- and waiting. And waiting some more. When he finally chanced a peek (a full two seconds later - for Sonic, that was being patient), he could see the storm full blast around him, but somehow it wasn't hitting him. Something had saved his butt twice today, and he couldn't say he wasn't grateful.

But he had other things to take care of, especially if he couldn't do anything with the storm around. "Knuckles!" he called, not even sure he'd be heard over the storm. "Buddy! Y'alright?"

Knuckles had grit his teeth and braced himself when he had seen what lay ahead; that did not look good, and he started to regret charging in like this. Still, there were surely people being hurt by this thing, whatever it was, and Knuckles had decided to devote his life to protecting something. As that something wasn't around, he decided to protect something else. It gave him a purpose, and maybe during the course of it he would be able to find his way out of here.

He made a sudden, choked noise as he felt himself be jerked back, unfurling from the spiny ball he had curled into. What the heck was that? And then Knuckles felt the music strike another chord within him, and felt a mixture of vague gratitude and not-so-vague annoyance. What was he, a puppet?

He shook the annoyance away, however, when he heard his friend call out to hi. "Yeah, Sonic! You?" he yelled back, giving the hedgehog a thumbs up with a smile, even as a frown furrowed his brow. How were they going to hurt this thing when they couldn't even touch it?

How were they going to hurt it? With patience and a lot of work. And perhaps a bit of knowledge from the people who knew Sin best.

As for the storm that had suddenly blown up, they would find that it was hardly going to last forever. While Sin could and did play with the elements that made it, a magic-born storm was not going to last as long as one that had occurred more naturally.

But even with the winds quieting once again there was still the problem of how exactly to hurt what amounted to an electrified suit of living armor. For now though, Seymour would simply let them come to their own decisions and not bother them. Hopefully the brief respite would come as something of a comfort and if it didn't he didn't care.

The storm subsided and Hamel went back into his song without missing a note, freeing the two marionettes from the shield. They were getting to the distance where he couldn't see them anymore, so he took a few steps forward, steadied the violin on his shoulder and ran after his marionettes, studying the terrain for a place he could get a better vantage point from.

There was a narrow alleyway up ahead-- Hamel got a running start and with an abnormally good jump, bounded up between the two walls and landed on the rooftop, still playing.

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