Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Westeria City: The Downs

[Tiko]

As Girania walked away, disappearing into the crowd with Raven at her heels, chaos errupted within the Downs. Those caught within the building shrieked and wailed in the agony of flames, while others looked on in horror. Some yet ran with Girania, but others yet closed in on the building as shouts errupted.

"We need more Miltiiamen a half-a block west of the old clock tower. A fire elemental is loose!"

Several men and women were pushing their way through the crowd towards the rampant fire construct, one of which was already beginning to errect a barrier to contain the situation.

Murmurs of incantations spilled from the man's lips and arcane runes began to scroll and dance across the ground. With a burst of light, a sphere wouuld begin to rise up from the ground at four points, rapidly spreading upward to begin forming a dome around the construct and the the immediate surrounding area of the building.

Those fleeing the scene with Girania would be spared entrapment, but those stumbling out of and fleeing the burning building were less fortunate.

"Contain it, but do not engage until backup arrives!"

"What about the people inside?"

"Fuck 'em."

It was a common mentality here. Their job was to protect the Downs. Not the dredges of society who ran like ants, and surmounted to nothing more than a waste of air. They would serve to keep the construct distracted with its immolation of the building, until more militiamen arrived.

 

[Otomos the Crazy]

When the barrier went up, Some people who had made it out had stopped. They thought they were safe for now, but it was clear that they were still afraid. Others just kept running further and further from the place. As for Girania, she went to go find a nice little place to observe. A rooftop that some others had taken up to view what was going on sufficed.

She watched as her construct charged about in a rage, burning any that got too close or otherwise crushing them underfoot. It wasn't quite what Girania had hoped. She had done this experiment before, and found the same result. An insucudual's soul was kept in a constant burning state, forcing them into a horrible fate of agony and pain for long periods of time. Their pain influenced the actions of the construct, leading to the flailing and enraged attacks.

Girania was hoping for something different. After all the emotional power of a child was much more potent than that of an adult's. Still, as the time passed, and her creature simply thrashed about, it was becoming less and less interesting. Of course, there was an inevitability that something would happen that would catch her interest. As the inferno within her construct became more and more intense, the construct fell down into its knees. It clawed at its own body, as if trying to put itself out. Then, as the roar became louder and louder, it pulsed some sort of energy.

Any person or corpse that was too close were transformed into fire that immediately absorbed. Everyone else was just sent flying by the force.

When she figured out what just happened, Girania kept a mental note.

 

[Lobos]

"Short life." Croaked a familiar voice as a false crow settled beside the woman, pecking at the edge of the roof. Behaving as little more than a bird inured to city life should, save for the sharp gaze of that empty eye on the woman. The off-handed observation slightly betrayed a more cunning mind than it's actions had insinuated, yet there wasn't more to be helped by it. But the Raven elected to offer something to grab at her interest. "Like battery."

"Self...sustenance. But not. Strong enough. Master can give. Interested? Give. Another. Show." The crow rasped, ignoring the other onlooker's curious gazes. "Tomorrow night."

The Raven cared nothing for witnesses, the mockery form seeming to explode as tendrils of liquid metal ripped free like silent bullets, barbed and bladed edges horrifyingly accurate as they found the exposed throats of just shy of a dozen other living souls on the rooftop, twisting violently to utterly mutilate windpipes, vocal cords, and major arteries in a single gesture not unlike a casual wave of a finger. Blood sprayed and nearly silent gargles announced the action, not even the dying fell with thuds as the single form displayed remarkable strength in lowering them to drown in near muteness. Retracting on itself, the Servant shook, then spread it's wings.

"Ta. Ta. Watching you."