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Destiny Strings Mods ([personal profile] stringmods) wrote in [community profile] destinystrings2013-12-15 11:47 pm

Shadow Event Log

▼ A Feast of Shadows
 
Who: Anyone
Where: All over the city
When: December 16-20
Summary: The Shadow Event has begun! Follow the link for the event summary and post your threads here if you want. You're still free to make network posts of your own if you'd rather do that, though!
Warnings: Characters' darkest and most shameful secrets within, along with plenty of combat. Please mark any threads that will contain triggering content appropriately, since some characters have darker secrets than others.
Music: IT'S JUST AS BILLY JOEL WARNED
demifemme: (Shu - Pissed off/Murderous)

I haven't been keeping up with Dis usage so let's pretend she earned no skills

[personal profile] demifemme 2014-01-13 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
OW GODDAMN right in the Weakness. Neither Shura nor Dis are amused once they recover.

"Makajam!" Shura orders as Dis opens her frightful eyes to cast a silence spell at the Shadow. If she can silence the Shadow, she can kill it without worrying about the Ice.
Edited (OOPS.) 2014-01-13 15:48 (UTC)
dontrunawayfromliving: I will bring you back (shattering)

[personal profile] dontrunawayfromliving 2014-01-13 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
As the Makajam spell seals the Shadow's Persona, it scowl and clenches its fist, the spikes on its left knuckles popping forward as it throws a short jab at Shura's nose.
demifemme: (Shura - Casual angry)

[personal profile] demifemme 2014-01-13 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Holy Jack Frost in an ice cream tub it actually worked. She swiftly jumped back, not fast enough to avoid the spikes grazing her nose and cheeks, leaving thin, bloody cuts behind. Dis appeared above her and, opening her arms, cast Agilao on the Shadow.
dontrunawayfromliving: I will bring you back (shattering)

[personal profile] dontrunawayfromliving 2014-01-13 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
The Shadow throws up its arms to cover its face from the blast of fire, which burns away a part of its uniform. Snarling, it lunges forward, leading with the talons on its left arm thrust out in a sort of knife-hand stab.