Explosions begin to sound all across the city.
The three gigantic ships above first fire at the spires. Once every one of them has been activated, they fire on the buildings, beginning the bombardment.
Smoke and debris fills the air. The ships just keep firing, continuing the bombardment. They won't stop until the entire city is reduced to rubble.
Everyone who is not in a specific group is here.
Lanval, Silas, Finn, Cavall, Levett. All here.
A beam of light streaks down from the moon to specific point in the city. Moments later, it's redirected up, shearing the Baroness' main ship straight in half.
The bombardment stops.

Nothing happens for a few minutes. They're probably wondering what in the fucking hell just happened.
The wolves have long since run up and dropped Silas and Finn, leaving them to watch the explosion.
Quin and Pythia land moments later.
The ships above move. The Baroness and worshipper ships alike begin descending, inside the city, some on top of walls and buildings, some to the streets.

I touch down and lean back into Pythia to keep my balance. "The fuck was that?" I say, looking up at the sky in shock.

"I think that was your lightbringer." Pythia mutters. "Silas, do a favor?"

"hm?" i ask, head tilted.

"Quin got hit."

"got it," i say. i stand a couple feet away from where quin is leaning and hold my arms out stiffly in his direction. as i concentrate on him, my palms glow in green; he glows the same color while i heal his wounds over, now completely fine. once done, i take a few steps back and assume a much more casual stance.

I just stare at him for a few seconds.
"Woah." I look down at my shoulder where the bullet was and touch it. "Cool."
I look back up at Cashel and walk over. "Hey. Do people ever call you the... 'lightbringer'?"
He's not there!
Nevermind!
I need to sleep I think
So, I slept
Omit the last 6 messages and we’re good to go

omitted perjurer
FUCK

It wasn't a bullet wound. It's a laser gun. This isn't the 21st century, people.

OH FUCK

You've had a big ole burn mark on your shoulder for the past, oh, ten minutes at least?

not anymore though please.

Silas is able to heal the burn with relative ease.

Does it leave a mark? Asking now for art purposes

Would you like it to?

FLUSHED EMOJI Let me think You know what? Yes

Then so be it.

I look at the others, and then back to Pythia. "We need to figure out how to get through that fog," I say. I look up at Levett and Cavall. "Can you blow it away?"

Sorry for the ragdolling, queens. They both shrug and shake their heads. They're sight classes.

I swear. "Fine. We need to find Cashel as soon as possible. Finn, did your dog ears give you better hearing?"

I snap out of whatever haze I was in. “huh uh I mean kinda yeah”
“what specifically are you looking for”

"Something we can use other than sight to get around in there."

“uh i do have this kinda emotional radar i can use”
“hold on a sec”
“oh wait who or what do you need me to find”

"Cashel."

I extend myself. Do I detect Cashel nearby? Or what general direction he’s in?

You don't know what kind of emotional state Cashel should feel like.
You feel a sharp pain behind one of your eyes, but it fades quickly.

“ah” “i dont think i can find him with that”
I can try something else.

"We're wasting time," I say angrily. I look back into the fog. "Close your eyes. Can you hear anything

Wait- no. You feel him. Cashel, that is. He feels calm, but only temporarily, like a brewing storm.

“wait i got him” What direction?

He's still back where you were before.

I point off in that general direction.
“that way”

I nod and wordlessly take Pythia's hand, already pushing off the ground. "How far out? Can you tell?"

Is it exactly where we were earlier?

Yes, but down the street a little further.
However. He is coming to you, supposedly.

“i know the way but si isnt gonna like it” Are the dogs still there?

They're still with you, yes.

I climb on top of one.

Pythia pulls her hand from yours, giving you a 'one moment' gesture. She flies to the hologram and inspects it.

“hes heading our way” I wait for Pythia’s go ahead to meet up with Cashel.

Navy soars down to the steps, dropping Sam and Cashel onto their feet below.
"It seems most ground troops have already assessed the situation." Pythia muses. "The Baroness' troops have landed in the far side of the city, and are marching towards us. There are three main forces to deal with, each one approaching by a different way."
"The army will split into thirds, and the rest od us will have to form strategic teams to defend the three points."
She winces. "They vastly outnumber us, but we don't have any other choice."

Ok haha I snap out of my stupor
I was looking at Parker's gun or something, don't think too hard on it
I run over to Sam as soon as she touches down and grip her shoulders tightly, looking her over to see if she's injured.

Sam brightens when she sees you. "Quin!" However, she quickly winces, pulling your hands off her shoulders. "I'm fine. What happened to your shoulder??"

"Don't worry about it," I say quickly. "God. God, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. I just- the soldiers were there, and I don't know. I'm so sorry." I give a small sigh. "Not off to a great start with this whole moirail business, huh?"

She flicks your nose with a smile, then crosses her arms. "We're fine. Everything worked out, didn't it? Now we just have to move again, and quickly."
Sam marches up to Pythia. "I can clear the fog around the spires, but it doesn't stop pouring out. I'll have to move between them quickly, so I need someone who can fly."

I cross and uncross my arms, stepping up to the two of them. “I can hellp. Coulld be of use in your navigattion, ttoo.”

"Sounds good go me." Pythia nods. "You two will be on your own switching between the three fronts, then. Be careful."
Milo peers at the holograph. "Seth and I can go to this spot here," He points to one of the fronts.
"That's the area by the bridge." Pythia affirms. "The other two areas are by the Newall center near the middle of the city, and the garden to the east." She points to each place as she points it out.

Whoopsies. I walk quickly over to Cashel and try not to disturb the meeting.
"Hey." I clear my throat. "I sorta passed out, and four of the gods told me to find 'the lightbringer'. I assumed that was you."

He frowns immediately. "Interesting. Which four?"

"Metra, Lotus. Pinga, and..." I frown. "P. Starts with a P."
I snap my fingers. "Pakhet. That one."

"I see. What did you express interest in during this meeting of yours, exactly?"

"I heard voices to begin with, saying they wanted to be free. I asked who it was, and these four responded. They said I was going to fail, and they wanted to help me."

He squints at you, then glances at Sam behind you. "I suggest you don't think about it too much. We have work to do."

"But they sounded pretty serious about it. I think this might help the people who were saying they wanted to be free. Do you know if you're the 'lightbringer'?"

You swear you see Cashel wince the tiniest bit. Sam puts a hand on your shoulder from behind you, turning you around slowly. "Quin. Not now, okay?"

"Oh." Huh. "Okay then."
I turn back to the others and walk over to stand by Hale.

Hale's not here. Try again. Or don't.

Oh a ha ha
:indexneutralemoji:
Instead I just shove my hands in my pockets and nod. Alright then, sylph boy, keep your secrets.

Parker pats Milo's shoulder. "I can go with you two, to the bridge." Painon nervously raises his hand. "I can go with them too!"
Pythia glances back at Quin. "I can go to the bridge too. We'll probably need the most people there, so... Cole, Seb, Cashel?"
The three nod.

I give her the most reassuring smile that I can. Which probably isn't much, but hey. I'm trying.

"Alright. For the center... Hale, Maia, and Ryker are already near there. Silas, Finn, Dane, Quin, you join or re-join them."
"Everyone else goes to the gardens."

I give a little wave to her and give Sam a small hug before running off towards the other three.

“can do chief” “hop on centrist gang” I gesture to the other dogs.

"You might as well go now." Pythia waves a hand, scanning the room, giving everyone a nod. "Good luck."

"Do I get to choose?" I eye the dogs a little wearily.

“i mean sure theyre all pretty chill”

One of the dogs tilts her head at you and yips happily, padding forward.
Sam smiles at the wolf. "That's Clover. She's, uh, my dog. Take care of her."

I feel myself relax a little. "I will," I say, and give myself a boost because I'm strong and independent.

Hi i’ve been here sorry. Pirine nods at the instructions.

i select a dog that isn't cinnabar or clover at otherwise random and also give myself a boost up to its back because these dogs are taller than me. i pet its back a little because such is the right thing to do.

NEWALL CENTER

Navy whispers something to Rigel and rockets away without a second glance. He follows immediately with a scowl.
Cavall follows them, Lirium drifting behind.
"Come on Chlori, Pirine!" Etoile exclaims. "We have ass to kick. Us three, as a family. It'll be fun!"