Pax RP

"You think?" The god noted to the draconian. The tinsel and light snake reminded him of his card....had he failed to dis-spell his card, or was it another card altogether? No time - this snake presented a clear threat to him.

He pushed his way forward in spite of the mob. Most knew of the power of his blade, and did now want to test their fate, so they parted around him as they ran towards the exit.

"You see anything like this before Syllak?" he queried. He doubted it, but it never hurt to ask the locals. He, however, did not wait for an answer, instead approaching the tinsel-and-light monster and preparing his stance to do battle.

Treehouse

"Evil pastries, evil-ouch!"

Sloveig flailed her arms in the air, swatting at the crazed fairies as she hurried the priest back into the swarm-free room, having to knock away as many of the pests trying to barge in. The sheer force of the fey, unlike the tranquil tunes of the mist the unfortunately sent off too soon. That would had come in handy against the purple menace. "Keep Maria safe," Jent spat out, swerving his head from the nails primed at his face. So many tiny creatures buzzed in the room, it was a challenge and a-half to concentrate, his head spinning crazily at the piercing noise.

Checking the walls for possible openings carved out by the fairies, Solveig rushed the priest to her bedroom posthaste. "It's alright, we both will-!" She paused at the carnage spilling into the living room.

Deranged, furniture shattered within the kitchen as Jent descended into a fit of madness. Shrieking, shrieking, shrieking; a cacophony of yells rung in his ears, deafening him to the lacerations on his limbs made by the swarm. He knew it might had come to this. Roaring, his arms swung in savage turns, aiming to hit any flying fey in his wake by the painful yells of the simulacra he spawned.


The Horn and Halo

The sleigh embarked for the Inn spurred their speed at the stuck of thunder nearby. Glowing, a red light materialized at the rider's seat of the transport, forming itself in a... Pikachu? Definitely an odd being to be at the helm. Grimacing, the 'rodent' beckoned his steed at the curve, slamming the side of the side at wall.

"Gah, why'd they make me do this?"

Flexing the reigns, the goat restarted its run to see CP. The rider noticed the Dark Psycho in the distance before swarms of people funneled out of the inn. Screams of freight, billowous light; what on Pax could call for such a ruckus, it wasn't Halloween again... or was it?

"This better not be something too insane now," he lamented, parking the wooden cart by the Horn and Halo, the goat growling at any passerby considering to steal the gifts it watched. "Now, what is it-!" 'The rodent stood shocked, figuratively. Even with the drunkards out of the way, he still felt uncomfortable with a glowing plastic snake leering in his direction.

"Alright. Fine with me!" Cp said, rubbing his paws together in eagerness. It had felt as though a great weight was lifted. The scale was gone, and as an extra bonus, The Collector had agreed to give him something in return. His mind spun at the possibilities and potential usefulness of a gift from such an entity. Maybe she would actually take his own style into account for once and not do something world ending terrible...

The in an instant, The Collector's neck broke and all the fantastical ideas vanished.

Coolpikaaa at first couldn't comprehend what had happened. She was just standing there, both of them alone, and then... someone took a shot of vengeance against her? The electric mouse quickly looked to the window, but it was completely undisturbed. The entity was blaming him for the attack now, but stopped herself, transfixed on the tree in the corner of the room.

The tree was alive, and aggressive. CP hadn't even noticed it before... how could he not of noticed it? Had it been there the whole time? He hadn't set it up... was it even there when he went to bed?

It threw ornaments that either shattered and immediately turned to deadly shrapnel, or left miniature craters in the walls. Whatever it was, or wherever it had come from, it wasn't friendly. The electric mouse lept off his bed and overturned the mattress, using it as a shield so he could gain a few minutes to think. The only thing that kept coming to mind was the question of how could any creature, anywhere, decide to start something with The Collector willingly. Was it a mistake? Did it not know who she was?

"Alright C, we'll take this thing on together! If you net it against the wall we can probably contain-" He stopped himself and looked. She had already turned mostly to shadow and was gone before he could say anything more. He wondered for a moment if the surprise attack had hurt her pride and she had fled simply to lick her wounds. "HEY! You forgot the trade part of-"

Three of the heavy baubles hit the mattress in rapid succession and shut CP up immediately. He was beginning to feel bruised already... even through the thick mattress. He wondered how he could possibly take this terrible topiary down when he heard Nym scream from a couple doors down and run into the hall. She got as far as the stairs before he heard her fall, and almost immediately the cheerful noise from downstairs turned to panicked screams.

Okay... new plan.

CP began to move backwards with the hits, sliding inch by inch towards the door. Once there he fled out into the hall, leaving the mattress leaning against the frame. Part of him knew it would do nothing to barricade the tree in, but another clung to hope it would struggle to move it without arms. He would probably find out soon enough...

Now downstairs the electric mouse could see the chaos first hand. Bar patrons were leaving in a wave, while Syllak held her two blades at the ready. Tala still didn't seem to quite know what was going on... even though she was in werewolf form she had a lampshade on her head. Perhaps most interesting was the great and powerful Lord Psycho standing at the ready as well. The both seemed ready to attack the creature that was after Nym, some kind of Christmas Light cobra that was equally draped in sparking tinsel.

It spit electrical sparks and CP's first thought was that he could probably fight it with no ill effects. Then the chunk of ice it was coiled around suddenly made sense in his mind as being a formerly terrified drunk and that plan went out the window as well.

Coolpikaaa leapt over Nym with a panted apology, and onto the nearest table. Without thinking much about it, he kicked a large tankard of ale at the flashy snake. Something about shorting out the string of lights made sense in his mind, and he just hoped his liquid weapon didn't freeze before it thoroughly soaked the target.

The Horn and Halo

"No, nothing like this" Syllak still answered DP after he'd asked, even though he hadn't stopped to wait for an answer. He'd immediately gone to face the the monster, and the sivak respected that. "Go home Tala, you're drunk" the draconian snapped at her friend, who quickly left. Syllak held the katanas at the ready so she could defend the one person who refused to go out in the snow, DP had already shown through his actions he was prepared to fight the snake.

The tinsel - and - light snake sparked and hissed at the deity in his battle stance directly in front of it, the freezing temperature of its body causing the air around it to go white with mist. The snake raised its head to strike like any other serpent would...

... only for the mug of ale CP had just kicked at it to soak the creature with the amber liquid, some of the lights on it's back did short out when the fluid hit it, causing even more sparks to fly from it and a couple of the lights to explode, sending glass flying everywhere. But no more than a few were affected as the ale froze solid soon after that.

The Christmas snake hissed more loudly and jerked it's head forwards after the attack. Not at DP, but at the Pikachu, loosing razor sharp ICICLE shards from inside it's throat at CP.

Upstairs, the tree hit the mattress and stalled, briefly, before a tearing sound could be heard as the deathly spinning branches started cutting through the soft material.

((Gonna have to do better than that CP ))

CP first heard via mindspeak ~Sorry, but you are not going to enjoy this~

Then he heard DP yell "Terrakion, I choose you!"

Rather than hear or see a pokeball being loosed, CP instead heard the table he was standing on crack and collapse. From a nearby Mirror, He could see a Rock like dog, roughly 2m high standing on the remains of the table. The Terrakion had a distinctive lightning bold pattern on each of his flanks. DP had used (or to CP, maybe abused) the brush yet again and changed him, yet again, into something else.

While doing this, DP jumped in front of the icicles and deflected them with the sword. Being icicles, they were not transformed (as they are already normailzed), but the did embed themselves several inches deep into the ceiling.

"That all you got?" He yelled more cockily than he felt. He knew that it wouldn't take much for this snake to take him out of the game.

Coolpikaaa honestly expected the Ale assault to do a little more than what it did. Blow out more lights, maybe completely coat the holiday snake in frothy ice. Instead it kind of seemed to just clump in spots and fall off the moving body, and probably most importantly, piss the snake off.

"This is going to hurt." CP immediately thought, as spat icicles shot towards him. He could move slightly, but they would definitely hit. He hadn't expected to die on Christmas... Yet, rather than dwell too much on that, CP's next thought was surprisingly not his own.

~Sorry, but you are not going to enjoy this.~

The electric mouse didn't have very long to think on what that could mean before he felt the familiar, terrible tingle of reality bending inside him. His physical form expanded into a massive, hulking quadraped the table under him had no chance of supporting. He felt power unlike ever before... the earth was alive under his feet, feeding energy to his cause.

~No.No.NO.NO!~ The legendary Pokemon cried. It was all too similar... too much alike before. He thought he had moved on... he thought abandoning the scale would abandon the feelings. The guilt... the...

Pebbles around the bar began to dance, originally carried in on the footwear of travellers, now gravitating towards the turmoil.

No... no.. no... He was better than this. He had to think as though Red never happened. DP was in the right. He was helping. He didn't know about the turmoil. He was innocent. In fact, he had just saved CP's life. Even worse, he was now in direct line of attack for an ice creature that could do serious harm. That wouldn't do.

The Terrakion bellowed, and lowered his new horns to flip DP safely up onto his back. Snorting, it charged the Christmas Cobra with the force of a rock slide, aiming to trample it into colorful dust.

((Christmas Cobra huh? I think I like that name XD))

The Horn and Halo

The light-and-tinsel snake reared up higher after DP deflected the icicles into the ceiling and taunted it, the monster, though not really intelligent at least recognising the fact that the being stood in front of it was challenging it. The Christmas Cobra hissed loudly, sparks flying off it in every direction before it jerked it's head forwards again with it's mouth wide open. This time, freezing mist poured out of the creatures insides saturated with electricity, directed high at the Terrakions face and the god now perched on top of the Legendary Pokemon.

It didn't last too long though after the Legendary Dog charged it, shattering the poor drunk the snake had coiled itself around and knocking the creature backwards as it still spewed it's combined electric/ice attack into the air. The Dogs paws hit the snakes tail and pulled it under, crushing the living lightstrings glass bulbs and icy shards underneath the huge monsters paws easily. The snake twitched underneath the assault, and then didn't move at all.

((Congrats, you beat the snake ))

The Christmas Tree upstairs however was still not going to give up and tore through the mattress before starting on it's way down the stairs, flinging it's baubles every which way. They'd gotten rid of one threat, now the one that had been ignored demanded attention.

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Treehouse

The fairies that had split off after Maria and Solveig flowed back towards the Distortionist once he started yelling, seeing the man as the only current threat in the room and therefore the one they should concentrate on first. The tiny fey that were smacked by the mans arms and had the Simulacra implanted in their minds suddenly had a never ending sharp white noise played over and over again in their heads, until it drove them wild. Now there was chaos inside the swarm that surrounded Jent, screeching and screaming fairies added to the sound as those that were touched by his arms were soon not just attacking him, but their brethren as well, several clumps of the beings falling to the floor in vicious fights of their own.

It's not much, but it would help ease the sheer numbers that had been determined to claw and bite off his skin.

It is not often you can surprise a god. Given the expanded perception, ability to multitask, and general power, it almost never happens. That made today a rare day.

One moment DP was running through a dozen different scenarios, most of which ended badly for him, trying to find the most he could make that was least likely for him to end up a godsicle, the next moment he was on the beasts back. Coolpikion did not hesitate though, much to the god's relief. It was not long that the snake was an un-moving pile of broken and twisted plastic, glass, and metal.

"Well, that's interesting." Was all the diety had time to say before a rending sound upstairs signaled the next threat.

"Take it that's your card, CP?" DP yelled down to his impromptu mount., again going into that place to go through a few more dozen scenarios.

Treehouse

The huldre gathered their breath when the attackers ignored them. "My lady, go in your defensive mode, please. I can't help Jent out if I'm stuck here," Solveig pleaded, worried each second that passed on.

"Not a problem," Maria replied, followed by vines ensnaring her body, entrenching down into the floor boards. The entwining extension of the huldra linked with the tree itself, feeling the fairies flailing on the floor. It was security measure when left alone at home. Sprouting from the kitchen, tendrils coiled around the fallen foes, trapping them in the floor.

Jent fared no better: blaring string after string of vulgar quips, the distortionist wailed in agony of the physical pain creeping past his headache. The seared skin blistered at the barrage of the fairies constantly slicing it; his body couldn't bare too much more strain, with every muscle exhausted at the rapid punches around the room, only making a dent on the swarm. I can't... keep going. No one without a reasonable weapon could slay the pests as fast they struck down on oneself. Movements eventually trickling in speed, eyes falling shut, blanking out while Solveig showered the room in a blinding light from her eyes.

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Horn & Halo

The homunculus waited at the entrance, seeing the scene unfold as their enemy fell to their might at the brutal charge. Twitching, the small creature gazed on as bullish steed hustled up the stairs, creaking wood squealed in protest of the legendary pokemon. Why wasn't he doing anything? Laying on the wayside, Priscus was just another bystander like the humans who fled.

"If Tages gets wind of this, I'll be in trouble."

Following after the destructive duo, the fleeting form leaped over the stairs to the next foe.

((Gah&#33; I'm rushed on this one too. Weekends are busy, plus it's so close to the holidays.))

"TERRA-kk." The transfigured Pokemon roared in approval of DP's question. The Christmas tree was on his card, and he just know realized they were probably connected. Well, that explained how the tree got to his room... but not why, and most importantly how they could deal with it. He couldn't exactly do the same thing and step on it...

~Sorry. That was loud. I don't know how to work this new mouth.~ The legendary beast thought in DP's direction. He figured the God could probably get the message.

The met the Christmas Tree halfway down the stairs. The wooden staircase creaked ominously under their combined weight, and rather wait around trying to fight on it, the Legendary Bull Pokemon lowered his head and snapped upwards and to the right as soon as the tree was close. His aim was to simply toss it over the edge, if he could get his horns under the branches in time.

He doubted landing funny after a good sized fall would do any benefit to it's skinny trunk.

The Horn and Halo

The Christmas Tree that had been on CPs card was rotating dangerously fast in front of the legendary monster, flinging it's deadly shrapnel ahead of it at both the Terrakion and the fleeting form of Priscus the homunculus that had leaped forwards to confront the murderous festive plant.

The Christmas Tree was lifted up by the horns of the bull like pokemon, after all, it was still a tree, and tilted over the edge of the stairs, crashing to the floor. The trees stem and branches snapped when it hit the floor, stopping the monstrosities rampage completely as it too stopped moving, it's trunk split in two.

Downstairs, Nym had dragged herself over to the fire and shrieked in alarm when the tree hit the floor. She'd dragged herself over because both her legs from the thighs downwards had been frozen solid by the snakes breath from earlier.

They had a bit of breathing space, for now.

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Treehouse

The fallen fey were trapped by the trees tendrils sent by Maria easily, alone the tiny beings weren't at all strong or able to free themselves even without the noises in their minds.

The ones that were left that had surrounded Jent were hit by the white light of Solveigs eyes, blinded briefly they dropped to the floor like real insects and too were caught by the tree.

It seems Jent and the huldre too had earned themselves a break from the attack.

Before Jent passed out completely however he'd hear Swix's voice in his head: ~Jent.... Help me~

The Horn and Halo

Priscus dodged the ornamental confetti flung at him in a blink of an eye, reappearing at an unoccupied section of the room. What a pain, a jolly plastic tree gone on a bloody rampaged, what the doctor ordered. That is, if the Coolpikion hadn't demolished the animated atrocity with his sheer strength.

Fantastic, no one needed me in the fight, the homunculus thought. All I have to do is deliver those darn presents, and I can go back to sleep. Wretched holiday season.

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Treehouse

"Jent, Jent&#33;"

After the flash cleared the room, Solveig huddled beside the bleeding man, draping his wounds with curtains torn off a wall. "Frickn' idiot," she muttered, face pouring as tended the infected cuts. The numerous scores across the body, while not deep, had possibility of lingering debris waiting in silence to finish the job. "Always putting yourself on the line, always."

Maria stayed still in her cocoon in the bedroom. Focusing on the fairies, the huldra further wrapped them in their tiny prisons, leaving but a small gap for breathing along the necks. Even to enemies, the priest wasn't heartless. The tombs surrounding Solveig would eventually creep through to the living room as she dashed to the Christmas tree.

"Sorry, but I'm getting your gift early. There is no time to mess around," she said, retrieving a golden apple from a gift bag labeled for Jent. Solveig brought miraculous tree down to his head, pulling down the jaw so she could force him to chomp on it. Teeth sinking in, the fruit lost the aura radiating off its skin. The huldra briefly smiled when the light cascaded over the wounds, cleansing them as he woke back up.

"S-S-Swix..."

With all the present threats gone ((get it??)), DP got off the bull. Almost as soon as he got off, CP shrank down and transformed back into his normal self.

"What in the worlds is...." Before DP could finish the question, his head jerked and appeared to stare somewhere past the walls.

"CP, might as well jump up.....we aren't done yet." DP said as he starts running off towards whatever he was looking at in the distance.

((Present threats... good one XD))

The Horn and Halo/The Encampment

When DP ran out the door, he'd find The Encampment quiet. Perhaps a bit too quiet, as the revellers that had been inside the Inn previously were huddled at home, and those ones that hadn't been had heard the screaming.

Unfortunately, it was the homes themselves that weren't safe, since the cards had been delivered to every single dwelling place.

Even as DP ran past, a window is broken from the inside out and the werewolf comes crashing out of the building-minus the lampshade - struggling with a much darker ball of fur that is just as large as she is, both of them growling and biting at each other.

People start running back out on to the streets, being chased by the same Christmas Cobras, the Trees, murderous swarms of fey folk or a new monster. The new one was a reindeer - or perhaps it used to be one. The creatures had dark brown fur, the antlers broken off in places to form jagged, dangerous points. They also had dead eyes that stared blankly at all times, the areas around their mouths decayed and dripping with dark congealed blood-or fresh blood, depending on whether or not they'd managed to catch someone with their sharp broken teeth.

For the most part, the monsters ignored the god, too preoccupied with catching their original intended targets.

A few of the rare warriors within the place showed themselves as well, taking on the menaces that were threatening the populous however they could.

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Treehouse

The fallen fey were still trapped, still encased inside their tiny tombs of wood. Despite being entirely wrapped up in the tendrils a good many of them were still screaming at the noises in their heads that refused to die down no matter what they did.

"Damn damn damn damnity damn it all&#33;"

This was a quandry. Did he save these people now and potentially lose Swix, ruining his plan for these people's long term survival, or Did he go save Swix and hope there was someone else left to save afterwards.....

He could multiply himself, but that would give these cobras twice as many chances to score a hit on him....not a good option.

He needed someone who could act for him, do one or the other. He could call on Shalim, but he wanted to keep her guarding the temple...and it's secrets.

So that left either CP, who was busy tending to the frosty barmaid, or Jent. He reached out with his power, seeking out Jent. He found him with his second sight, laying on the ground in his Treehouse.

~Jent, get your lazy butt off the floor&#33; I need you to go save Swix&#33;~ he projected through mindspeak - probably louder than he wanted.

With that, he gripped the Sanity Blade harder and charged towards the closest enemy, which in this case was the Zombie Reindeer attacking the Lycanthrope....