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Illyanas Odd Encounter Sr Lanaeis 240828
Illyana, initially engulfed in personal turmoil after an aggressive sparring session, finds her afternoon further disrupted by the sudden and chaotic summoning of a formidable demon in the tranquil town of Haven. Amidst her own flurry of emotions and the ensuing pandemonium outside, her inherent angelborn nature compels her to engage, albeit reluctantly. Utilizing her faction's communications to gather intel and her own remarkable speed and persuasion abilities, she plunges into crowd control, attempting to mitigate the escalating havoc. The severity of the situation escalates when she observes the futile efforts of the Destined Host’s members trying to wield power over the uncontrollable beast with crystal rods, their efforts doing nothing to tame the monstrosity that is already bringing destruction upon the town.
In an audacious move, Illyana turns her attention towards a wounded arcanist, recognizing an opportunity to conjure a banishment ritual. Leveraging her unique blend of angelic empathy and demonblood ferocity, she coerces the arcanist into collaboration, despite the pressing danger, and the relentless advance of the demon. Her resourcefulness shines as she devises a plan to stall the demon, allowing for the completion of the ritual. With a blend of desperation and calculation, she uses a cultist's demise as a means to distract the demon, a testament to the extreme measures she's willing to take. Despite her self-professed non-combatant status, Illyana plays a pivotal role in thwarting the demon's rampage, showcasing a blend of ruthlessness and quick thinking that ultimately contributes to the demon's banishment. The chaos subsides, leaving Illyana to reflect on the day's events, her actions a stark reminder of the fine line she treads between her dual heritage, marking a significant, albeit tumultuous, victory over an otherwise catastrophic ordeal.
(Illyana's odd encounter(SRLanaeis):SRLanaeis)
[Sun Aug 25 2024]
In the Master Bedroom
This room is large and open plan, with very little extraineous space taken up; The owner is at home with open areas, or has little to fill it.
Dominated by a queen sized bed of solid oak, itself flanked by two bedside tables, the room lacks anything else save a single wardrobe by way of decoration past the cream painted walls and thick blue carpet.
It is noon, about 77F(25C) degrees,
(The Destined Host has managed to summon a minor demon in the middle of Haven. However, the demon is not under their control and is causing havoc in the town. Your target must find a way to banish the demon back to its realm before it destroys the town completely. To complicate matters, members of the Destined Host are trying to stop them, believing that they can gain control of the demon and use it to further their cause.)
Illyana had been out. Where? It doesn't matter, but she rides furiously through the city of Haven, helmetless and garbed in gym-going equipment and a baby Groot backpack. Having arrived, she stalks, with resting bitch face through the car park, threw open the apartment building door, moves with angelborn speed into the lift, ascended and burst into her own home violently- Like a bat out of hell. Clearly enraged, she made it to her bedroom before breaking down, tears of fury and impitus spilling from the corners of her eyes. She strips, as if it were her clothing that was fucking her the hell off, showers, gets dry, dresses in a more comfortable outfit, and sits on her bed, brushing her hair. - That then sees her where she is at this point; Checking her phone and raging quietly over not having gotten her own way after sparring.
After a shower, and now seated on her bed Illyana has just settled in to whatever brooding she planned to do. Outside, the sun has almost finished its climb, and hangs almost at the apex of the sky. Warm light flows in through any windows in the bedroom, and outside, a warm breeze caresses the skin. Over all, aside from Illyana's sparring, the town is peaceful... Until a scream rends the air, high, piercing, and full of sheer, unrestrained fear. Then comes the growling. And the crashing. And all the sounds, generally, associated with destruction. Should she look out the window, Illyana would see cars caught in place as the traffic has halted. People fleeing in every direction, and police struggling to contain whatever is happening.
Looking out of the window, Illyana shrugs. There's a moment where she's perfectly content to watch what ever this is, but something supernatural is happening here. There's obviously no way she alone can deal with it, but never the less... The bohemian stands, grumping as if this is the world's biggest inconvenience to her as she makes her way to get a better vantage. Illyana doesn't do anything yet. She picks up her earpiece, setting it up, hiding it under her hair as she leasurely leans against the window; It'd be dum to just dive into something without foreknowledge, after all. Pressing the activation, Illyana speaks into her faction coms, asking the active Hand members who's on this- and a follow up, what's going on, and are there cleanup teams on the way? She's no combattent, but that doesn't appear to matter. Once she has information, be that from the faction coms, or the optics of what ever she spots, she'll likely dive in. She is angelborn, after all, and helping comes natural, even if it's to protect the lesser humans.
To say the coms are chaotic, is an understatement. People asking what is happening, questions, accusations, and even a few threats can be heard. Down below in the street however, is where Illyana receives her answer... Or rather, the appearance of a fifteen foot tall monster does. The creature is covered in long, jagged spikes that erupt from its leathery black skin. Massive claws, perfect for shredding apart flesh and sawing through bone tip its massive hands (and it seems to be attempting to use these claws for the above reasons currently, go figure). Its face, if it can even be called that, vaguely resembles an animal snout. Cruel teeth are revealed as the creature roars, the sound deafening even with the distance. Its eyes are the red of molten rock, and filled with a fury not from this world. Atop its head, two horns protrude from its skull, similar to a bull's. A massive tail whips back and forth behind its slightly hunched form, slamming aside cars and people with little discrimination. To finish off its appearance, two black tusks curve out of its mouth, already coated in a fresh layer of blood. Behind the creature, a group of eight is following, each carrying a three foot rod of crystal, which they are frantically pointing at the monster. Over the com, a single word cuts through the clamor. "Demon!" Before the coms erupt so loudly with chatter, that Illyana is likely forced to deactivate it for the sake of her hearing. Down below, the screams are growing more terrified and insistent, following the demon's progress closer. In one move, the creature has lifted a car from the ground, showing a brief glimpse of a small family huddled together inside, faces frozen in screams, before it flings the vehicle back at the group following it, causing them to scatter like roaches before light.
"For fuck..." Illyana manages that much before deactivating the coms. She's not a combattent (mostly), but a socialite. Never the less, she's quick, and she can help with croud control as the experts deal with the demon propper. With a grumble, and a shrug, she slips her boots on, her jacket over her shoulders and she gets ready for an ass kicking (likely her own). With angelborn speed, she walks- not for the stairs, but for the fire escape, dropping a floor with the greatest of ease, acrobatically landing safely before moving to play croud control. She's wearing sunglasses right now, but you can bet your ass the angel heritage she has will protect, even as the demonborn aspect ignores morality, and she will hypnotise and psychically persuade citizens away from ground zero with every method she has to do so. For now, she simply begins to usher, but with each, there is a persuasion or suggestion to forget, with a replacement idea; This is a movie, or it's a gas leak and it's causing mass histeria. Everything here is of use, because Illyana is not able to stand up against a demon, even if that building rage inside her wants to go toe to toe. Her place is here, croud control, and she keeps telling herself that. Of course though, Illyana observes the group behind the demon, willing them to do something before this shit show becomes impossible to cover up.
The group is, unfortunately, and stupidly come to think of it, continuing to point crystal rods at the demon, with no results. Illyana is able to begin sending people away from the demon, but it is difficult to do, as the streets are so crowded with running people. She keeps getting jostled around, until a shove from a fleeing man sends her stumbling into one of the men with crystal rods. He tumbles to the ground, jumping back up and whirling on Illyana. "Hey! What do you think your doing! If one of us gets distracted, this demon is going to tear this town apart! Run!" He attempts to shove Illyana away, clearly not realizing, or ignoring, two very important things. One. This demon is not at all under any sort of control. Two. The demon is not 'going' to destroy the town. It 'is' destroying the town. Nonetheless, this idiot is not acknowledging either of these very useful, very important facts, and by all appearances, so are his companions. From a roof nearby, a figure raises a glinting object, resulting in a bolt of lightning that cracks forth to strike the demon. It roars, sweeping a clawed hand out and sending the figure flying into the wall of the next building over. The unknown arcanist falls out of sight as the demon continues to rampage, until it stops. The group seems to think they have done 'something' right (yeah, sure they have) and rushes to surround the creature. This was not a good idea. At all. As soon as the group surrounds it completely, two large clawed hands snap out with supernatural speed, grabbing the closest people and slamming them together, before the demon hurls them into the air, sending them flying like frisbees over the nearby rooftops. Its tail whips around, sending another two flying, and leaving it facing the man that Illyana was knocked into... And Illyana herself. And in case it wasn't abundantly clear... It is none to happy right now.
"He's all yours." Illyana decides. She picks up the man with supernatural strength, tossing him at the demon; Hey, better him than Illyana, right? Then, with speed becomming of one of the fastest runners in the world, she gets out of dodge as far as she can. "Fucking shitballs!" she bellows, aiming to escape with the ability of the world's most brave and-- Yeah, she fucking legs it. She's more important than these peons and she knows the arcanists are on their way. So step one- escape. Step 2- join the ritualists and let them know there's a demon-- Except, coms, so she activates them, tells the Hand what's happening, then listens for the reply. There must be a ritual circle being established. If not, she'll begin it and let them finish it up better. This is not her area of expertese... Far from it and she's in over her head and no hero. She's also not designed for running and isn't in anything to make that easier. This is a nightmare-- Except it's very literally not, so she dodges, leaps, runs and flips to get out of line of sight.
The man slams into the demon, yelping as he is impaled on the spikes (ouch). As Illyana flees, reports of a ritualistic circle needing to be established are coming in. Unfortunately, nothing is actually being done in the chaos, and the group behind her is not having a fun time with the demon. If nothing is done, the demon will soon be unoccupied with the group. And that could lead to a very, very big problem for Illyana. An order comes through for someone, anyone at all, to get rid of the demon through any means necessary. Meanwhile, Illyana is able to get quite a bit of distance between herself and the demon, and also managed to find several hiding places should she wish to use them. A man goes running by, looking like he has been beat to hell and back, a massive wound on his chest where it looks like claws have carved a bloody path across his torso. While vicious, the wounds appear to be closing. The man clutches a long, slightly curved staff in one hand, tipped with a small orb that glints in the light.
Illyana observes the man. If he looks useful, the bohemian will collar him to use him to help with the circle. If it looks sus and he likely had something to do with it, she looks like she's in the kind of mood to punch his head off, honestly. She steps in the man's way, snags his gaze and once he's in a trance, she asks him where he's going and what he's doing. Her aura heals and she's able to regenerate herself, so she's confident enough here. Glancing over her shoulder, she sees the struggle with the demon and needs answers quickly; If this guy is a problem, she kicks his ass, victimises him and uses his blood for the ritual. If he's useful... Yeah, she'll likely still use him, but he's less likely to be thrown under a bus-- Or demon in this case.
The man is out of breath as he is locked into the trance, the staff in his hand dropping to his side. When he speaks, it is ragged from exertion. "The, Host, they summoned a demon. I, tried to stop it, and got thrown..." This is likely the one that was knocked off the roof, the claw wounds sure match up... "Need to, banish it, somehow! They are trying to control it, like that'll work!" He looks panicked, which he should be, as the demon is moments away from finishing with the group.
"You look like you know what you're doing." Illyana decides. Putting the man's arm over her shoulder, she helps him hobble into a building. "If you know what you're doing, we'll circle up and work together. Look," Illyana helpfully tells the man. "You already have the blood to draw the circle. So let's get to work." The bohemian assists the man into cover and should he offer her the instruction to do so, she'll work with him to establish a banishment ritual. Hopefully, more than one person can do this, so she reaches out over coms. Reporting where she and this wizard is, she calls for arcanists, explains the situation and makes demands that they move their asses-- she can deal with the ramifications later, but she is a member with middling authority, so really, she only answers to the Keepers and the President. "Tell me what to do and we'll get this done." Illyana tells the arcanist, the plan rather obvious. Make the circle, banish the demon fucking quick and then have the cleanup teams deal with the paniced human cattle.
Did Illyana kidnap a wizard? Yes, yess she did. But it's for altruistic reasons; to save the world. All her stuff is here-- Oh right, and other people.
The newly kidnapped wizard is surprisingly helpful for a kidnappie. He directs Illyana to return to the street, in his words. "This needs to be right in the bastard's way." There, he begins drawing a large circle in his blood, placing runes along its edges. Meanwhile, several arcanists answer over the faction com, reporting that they will be there soon. The question is, will they arrive before the demon. The wizard has begun to chant the words of a spell, lightning crackling along the circle as he casts. he seems to be making good progress... That is, until the demon comes charging through. The circle is incomplete, the spell still building, and if it is interrupted, it is unlikely that Illyana will see another chance at banishing it. Nearby, a few options are present, besides trying to occupy the creature long enough for the wizard to finish. First, a large vehicle is teetering on the edge of a roof (its surprising it hasn't fallen since being thrown up there...). If it can be dislodged in front of, or even on the demon, it may slow the thing down. The forms of wolves flee into nearby alleyways, though a few have remained behind, still not engaging the demon. Perhaps they could be convinced to risk their necks in place of Illyana herself? Finally, one of the crystal rod wielding members has been thrown nearby. The rods seemed to annoy the demon at one point. Maybe they could be used to slow it?
makes the only choice there is, really. She missed out on sex because of a fucking dumass frenchman and after he amped her up with flirtatious sparring; Demonblood isn't a problem. It's very helpful and not inconvenient or reckless in the least. This likely cultist gets the rough treatment she's been looking to express since then. It would be a claim of "Poor dude" but he's in no place to be considered right now. He's in the way of a double heritage blooded monster in a bad mood.... That choice then? Oh yeah, Illyana does pick one. She grabs the rod, waits for the man's mouth to open in a scream... or for his eyes to open, really, then using angelic strength... shoves it through his head. It's likely the first, if not one of the first actual kills the bohemian has made, and that is telling, but now isn't the time to break down with angelic empathy. Now is the time to ride demonic suffering to bolster herself. Spotting any likely hand holds, she begins to scale the building. It's inelegant, violent and jacked up on as much suffering as the brunette could inflict in such a small amount of time. Never the less, where there are none, she makes finger and foot holds, though she seeks to cause as little damage as possible-- Afterthought. She scales the building, moves over to the vehicle and with its precarious placing, kicks it full force into the street in hopes to piss the demon off to incoherant stress relief upon the metal rather than observance of the casting ritualist. Will it work? Fuck knows, but one way to find out- And there the car goes. This should be good.
The car soars out, blocking Illyana's view of the demon. It seems to hover in midair, at a stand still. Then it falls. And the pained roar of the demon erupts from below as a several ton mass of metal falls on its head. It falls to the ground, stuck for only a moment. Just a moment before it flings the car at Illyana. The vehicle misses, but slams into the wall below her, sending Illyana tumbling through the air, just able to roll with the landing. And, in that moment it takes the demon, a flash of lightning erupts. The demon charges, stepping over the edge of the circle... And halts. It simply, freezes. One foot upraised, mouth open in a silent snarl, one claw raised to end the now collapsed wizard... But nothing. It stays still. And then the arcanists arrive. Reinforcements rushing in and shouting, chaos ensues, as the circle is strengthened and a spell of banishing is performed. Illyana is asked to help with the 'clean up' of the human awareness of the situation. It is less difficult now, and soon enough, with combined efforts, the locals have been calmed and forced to forget the demon. The circle is cleaned away, the wizard carried off for treatment (he had clearly expended himself in that last casting).
One of the arcanists approaches Illyana after the struggle, beckoning her over to where the cultist lies, a rod through his head. "Damn, is this your work?" He kneels down beside the body. "Could you have been a little more messy?" He laughs before lifting the body. "Either way, thanks for the help. I don't know how the hell you stopped it, that circle was barely finished when the thing entered, but whatever you did, it was incredible." He smiles.
Illyana claps as the car impacts the demon. It's a childish thing joyful and somehow innocent; It's completely sane though. How could it not be? Then as the creature makes the circle, there's an oh fuck moment, but Illyana did just dodge death. That's a victory in and of itself. As the ritual is completed and the group banish the demon, the bohemian contributes what she can. It's novice and inexpert, but she tries her best, bless the little sociopath. But that corpse will linger. When asked about it, Illyana tells the truth. "Not my work." she assures with a smoothe lie, but looks ever so slightly guilty... how curious... She'll likely be reflecting on that later, but for now, shuffling it away and repressing it is clearly the most healthy thing, right? How could it not be. So all that's left is the clean up. And that's done and dusted, and Illyana can return to a ... quiet? afternoon?
Quiet. Completely quiet. Illyana is able to make it back up to her apartment without any further demons, cultists, or lost sparring matches. A true relief I'm sure.
Elsewhere, in Hell, a demon stands before a workbench. As the failed experiment returns, it is dragged away. The demon considers for a long, long moment. Then its black lips, pull away, into a wicked grin. And the illusion of its cube, spins before it.
In an audacious move, Illyana turns her attention towards a wounded arcanist, recognizing an opportunity to conjure a banishment ritual. Leveraging her unique blend of angelic empathy and demonblood ferocity, she coerces the arcanist into collaboration, despite the pressing danger, and the relentless advance of the demon. Her resourcefulness shines as she devises a plan to stall the demon, allowing for the completion of the ritual. With a blend of desperation and calculation, she uses a cultist's demise as a means to distract the demon, a testament to the extreme measures she's willing to take. Despite her self-professed non-combatant status, Illyana plays a pivotal role in thwarting the demon's rampage, showcasing a blend of ruthlessness and quick thinking that ultimately contributes to the demon's banishment. The chaos subsides, leaving Illyana to reflect on the day's events, her actions a stark reminder of the fine line she treads between her dual heritage, marking a significant, albeit tumultuous, victory over an otherwise catastrophic ordeal.
(Illyana's odd encounter(SRLanaeis):SRLanaeis)
[Sun Aug 25 2024]
In the Master Bedroom
This room is large and open plan, with very little extraineous space taken up; The owner is at home with open areas, or has little to fill it.
Dominated by a queen sized bed of solid oak, itself flanked by two bedside tables, the room lacks anything else save a single wardrobe by way of decoration past the cream painted walls and thick blue carpet.
It is noon, about 77F(25C) degrees,
(The Destined Host has managed to summon a minor demon in the middle of Haven. However, the demon is not under their control and is causing havoc in the town. Your target must find a way to banish the demon back to its realm before it destroys the town completely. To complicate matters, members of the Destined Host are trying to stop them, believing that they can gain control of the demon and use it to further their cause.)
Illyana had been out. Where? It doesn't matter, but she rides furiously through the city of Haven, helmetless and garbed in gym-going equipment and a baby Groot backpack. Having arrived, she stalks, with resting bitch face through the car park, threw open the apartment building door, moves with angelborn speed into the lift, ascended and burst into her own home violently- Like a bat out of hell. Clearly enraged, she made it to her bedroom before breaking down, tears of fury and impitus spilling from the corners of her eyes. She strips, as if it were her clothing that was fucking her the hell off, showers, gets dry, dresses in a more comfortable outfit, and sits on her bed, brushing her hair. - That then sees her where she is at this point; Checking her phone and raging quietly over not having gotten her own way after sparring.
After a shower, and now seated on her bed Illyana has just settled in to whatever brooding she planned to do. Outside, the sun has almost finished its climb, and hangs almost at the apex of the sky. Warm light flows in through any windows in the bedroom, and outside, a warm breeze caresses the skin. Over all, aside from Illyana's sparring, the town is peaceful... Until a scream rends the air, high, piercing, and full of sheer, unrestrained fear. Then comes the growling. And the crashing. And all the sounds, generally, associated with destruction. Should she look out the window, Illyana would see cars caught in place as the traffic has halted. People fleeing in every direction, and police struggling to contain whatever is happening.
Looking out of the window, Illyana shrugs. There's a moment where she's perfectly content to watch what ever this is, but something supernatural is happening here. There's obviously no way she alone can deal with it, but never the less... The bohemian stands, grumping as if this is the world's biggest inconvenience to her as she makes her way to get a better vantage. Illyana doesn't do anything yet. She picks up her earpiece, setting it up, hiding it under her hair as she leasurely leans against the window; It'd be dum to just dive into something without foreknowledge, after all. Pressing the activation, Illyana speaks into her faction coms, asking the active Hand members who's on this- and a follow up, what's going on, and are there cleanup teams on the way? She's no combattent, but that doesn't appear to matter. Once she has information, be that from the faction coms, or the optics of what ever she spots, she'll likely dive in. She is angelborn, after all, and helping comes natural, even if it's to protect the lesser humans.
To say the coms are chaotic, is an understatement. People asking what is happening, questions, accusations, and even a few threats can be heard. Down below in the street however, is where Illyana receives her answer... Or rather, the appearance of a fifteen foot tall monster does. The creature is covered in long, jagged spikes that erupt from its leathery black skin. Massive claws, perfect for shredding apart flesh and sawing through bone tip its massive hands (and it seems to be attempting to use these claws for the above reasons currently, go figure). Its face, if it can even be called that, vaguely resembles an animal snout. Cruel teeth are revealed as the creature roars, the sound deafening even with the distance. Its eyes are the red of molten rock, and filled with a fury not from this world. Atop its head, two horns protrude from its skull, similar to a bull's. A massive tail whips back and forth behind its slightly hunched form, slamming aside cars and people with little discrimination. To finish off its appearance, two black tusks curve out of its mouth, already coated in a fresh layer of blood. Behind the creature, a group of eight is following, each carrying a three foot rod of crystal, which they are frantically pointing at the monster. Over the com, a single word cuts through the clamor. "Demon!" Before the coms erupt so loudly with chatter, that Illyana is likely forced to deactivate it for the sake of her hearing. Down below, the screams are growing more terrified and insistent, following the demon's progress closer. In one move, the creature has lifted a car from the ground, showing a brief glimpse of a small family huddled together inside, faces frozen in screams, before it flings the vehicle back at the group following it, causing them to scatter like roaches before light.
"For fuck..." Illyana manages that much before deactivating the coms. She's not a combattent (mostly), but a socialite. Never the less, she's quick, and she can help with croud control as the experts deal with the demon propper. With a grumble, and a shrug, she slips her boots on, her jacket over her shoulders and she gets ready for an ass kicking (likely her own). With angelborn speed, she walks- not for the stairs, but for the fire escape, dropping a floor with the greatest of ease, acrobatically landing safely before moving to play croud control. She's wearing sunglasses right now, but you can bet your ass the angel heritage she has will protect, even as the demonborn aspect ignores morality, and she will hypnotise and psychically persuade citizens away from ground zero with every method she has to do so. For now, she simply begins to usher, but with each, there is a persuasion or suggestion to forget, with a replacement idea; This is a movie, or it's a gas leak and it's causing mass histeria. Everything here is of use, because Illyana is not able to stand up against a demon, even if that building rage inside her wants to go toe to toe. Her place is here, croud control, and she keeps telling herself that. Of course though, Illyana observes the group behind the demon, willing them to do something before this shit show becomes impossible to cover up.
The group is, unfortunately, and stupidly come to think of it, continuing to point crystal rods at the demon, with no results. Illyana is able to begin sending people away from the demon, but it is difficult to do, as the streets are so crowded with running people. She keeps getting jostled around, until a shove from a fleeing man sends her stumbling into one of the men with crystal rods. He tumbles to the ground, jumping back up and whirling on Illyana. "Hey! What do you think your doing! If one of us gets distracted, this demon is going to tear this town apart! Run!" He attempts to shove Illyana away, clearly not realizing, or ignoring, two very important things. One. This demon is not at all under any sort of control. Two. The demon is not 'going' to destroy the town. It 'is' destroying the town. Nonetheless, this idiot is not acknowledging either of these very useful, very important facts, and by all appearances, so are his companions. From a roof nearby, a figure raises a glinting object, resulting in a bolt of lightning that cracks forth to strike the demon. It roars, sweeping a clawed hand out and sending the figure flying into the wall of the next building over. The unknown arcanist falls out of sight as the demon continues to rampage, until it stops. The group seems to think they have done 'something' right (yeah, sure they have) and rushes to surround the creature. This was not a good idea. At all. As soon as the group surrounds it completely, two large clawed hands snap out with supernatural speed, grabbing the closest people and slamming them together, before the demon hurls them into the air, sending them flying like frisbees over the nearby rooftops. Its tail whips around, sending another two flying, and leaving it facing the man that Illyana was knocked into... And Illyana herself. And in case it wasn't abundantly clear... It is none to happy right now.
"He's all yours." Illyana decides. She picks up the man with supernatural strength, tossing him at the demon; Hey, better him than Illyana, right? Then, with speed becomming of one of the fastest runners in the world, she gets out of dodge as far as she can. "Fucking shitballs!" she bellows, aiming to escape with the ability of the world's most brave and-- Yeah, she fucking legs it. She's more important than these peons and she knows the arcanists are on their way. So step one- escape. Step 2- join the ritualists and let them know there's a demon-- Except, coms, so she activates them, tells the Hand what's happening, then listens for the reply. There must be a ritual circle being established. If not, she'll begin it and let them finish it up better. This is not her area of expertese... Far from it and she's in over her head and no hero. She's also not designed for running and isn't in anything to make that easier. This is a nightmare-- Except it's very literally not, so she dodges, leaps, runs and flips to get out of line of sight.
The man slams into the demon, yelping as he is impaled on the spikes (ouch). As Illyana flees, reports of a ritualistic circle needing to be established are coming in. Unfortunately, nothing is actually being done in the chaos, and the group behind her is not having a fun time with the demon. If nothing is done, the demon will soon be unoccupied with the group. And that could lead to a very, very big problem for Illyana. An order comes through for someone, anyone at all, to get rid of the demon through any means necessary. Meanwhile, Illyana is able to get quite a bit of distance between herself and the demon, and also managed to find several hiding places should she wish to use them. A man goes running by, looking like he has been beat to hell and back, a massive wound on his chest where it looks like claws have carved a bloody path across his torso. While vicious, the wounds appear to be closing. The man clutches a long, slightly curved staff in one hand, tipped with a small orb that glints in the light.
Illyana observes the man. If he looks useful, the bohemian will collar him to use him to help with the circle. If it looks sus and he likely had something to do with it, she looks like she's in the kind of mood to punch his head off, honestly. She steps in the man's way, snags his gaze and once he's in a trance, she asks him where he's going and what he's doing. Her aura heals and she's able to regenerate herself, so she's confident enough here. Glancing over her shoulder, she sees the struggle with the demon and needs answers quickly; If this guy is a problem, she kicks his ass, victimises him and uses his blood for the ritual. If he's useful... Yeah, she'll likely still use him, but he's less likely to be thrown under a bus-- Or demon in this case.
The man is out of breath as he is locked into the trance, the staff in his hand dropping to his side. When he speaks, it is ragged from exertion. "The, Host, they summoned a demon. I, tried to stop it, and got thrown..." This is likely the one that was knocked off the roof, the claw wounds sure match up... "Need to, banish it, somehow! They are trying to control it, like that'll work!" He looks panicked, which he should be, as the demon is moments away from finishing with the group.
"You look like you know what you're doing." Illyana decides. Putting the man's arm over her shoulder, she helps him hobble into a building. "If you know what you're doing, we'll circle up and work together. Look," Illyana helpfully tells the man. "You already have the blood to draw the circle. So let's get to work." The bohemian assists the man into cover and should he offer her the instruction to do so, she'll work with him to establish a banishment ritual. Hopefully, more than one person can do this, so she reaches out over coms. Reporting where she and this wizard is, she calls for arcanists, explains the situation and makes demands that they move their asses-- she can deal with the ramifications later, but she is a member with middling authority, so really, she only answers to the Keepers and the President. "Tell me what to do and we'll get this done." Illyana tells the arcanist, the plan rather obvious. Make the circle, banish the demon fucking quick and then have the cleanup teams deal with the paniced human cattle.
Did Illyana kidnap a wizard? Yes, yess she did. But it's for altruistic reasons; to save the world. All her stuff is here-- Oh right, and other people.
The newly kidnapped wizard is surprisingly helpful for a kidnappie. He directs Illyana to return to the street, in his words. "This needs to be right in the bastard's way." There, he begins drawing a large circle in his blood, placing runes along its edges. Meanwhile, several arcanists answer over the faction com, reporting that they will be there soon. The question is, will they arrive before the demon. The wizard has begun to chant the words of a spell, lightning crackling along the circle as he casts. he seems to be making good progress... That is, until the demon comes charging through. The circle is incomplete, the spell still building, and if it is interrupted, it is unlikely that Illyana will see another chance at banishing it. Nearby, a few options are present, besides trying to occupy the creature long enough for the wizard to finish. First, a large vehicle is teetering on the edge of a roof (its surprising it hasn't fallen since being thrown up there...). If it can be dislodged in front of, or even on the demon, it may slow the thing down. The forms of wolves flee into nearby alleyways, though a few have remained behind, still not engaging the demon. Perhaps they could be convinced to risk their necks in place of Illyana herself? Finally, one of the crystal rod wielding members has been thrown nearby. The rods seemed to annoy the demon at one point. Maybe they could be used to slow it?
makes the only choice there is, really. She missed out on sex because of a fucking dumass frenchman and after he amped her up with flirtatious sparring; Demonblood isn't a problem. It's very helpful and not inconvenient or reckless in the least. This likely cultist gets the rough treatment she's been looking to express since then. It would be a claim of "Poor dude" but he's in no place to be considered right now. He's in the way of a double heritage blooded monster in a bad mood.... That choice then? Oh yeah, Illyana does pick one. She grabs the rod, waits for the man's mouth to open in a scream... or for his eyes to open, really, then using angelic strength... shoves it through his head. It's likely the first, if not one of the first actual kills the bohemian has made, and that is telling, but now isn't the time to break down with angelic empathy. Now is the time to ride demonic suffering to bolster herself. Spotting any likely hand holds, she begins to scale the building. It's inelegant, violent and jacked up on as much suffering as the brunette could inflict in such a small amount of time. Never the less, where there are none, she makes finger and foot holds, though she seeks to cause as little damage as possible-- Afterthought. She scales the building, moves over to the vehicle and with its precarious placing, kicks it full force into the street in hopes to piss the demon off to incoherant stress relief upon the metal rather than observance of the casting ritualist. Will it work? Fuck knows, but one way to find out- And there the car goes. This should be good.
The car soars out, blocking Illyana's view of the demon. It seems to hover in midair, at a stand still. Then it falls. And the pained roar of the demon erupts from below as a several ton mass of metal falls on its head. It falls to the ground, stuck for only a moment. Just a moment before it flings the car at Illyana. The vehicle misses, but slams into the wall below her, sending Illyana tumbling through the air, just able to roll with the landing. And, in that moment it takes the demon, a flash of lightning erupts. The demon charges, stepping over the edge of the circle... And halts. It simply, freezes. One foot upraised, mouth open in a silent snarl, one claw raised to end the now collapsed wizard... But nothing. It stays still. And then the arcanists arrive. Reinforcements rushing in and shouting, chaos ensues, as the circle is strengthened and a spell of banishing is performed. Illyana is asked to help with the 'clean up' of the human awareness of the situation. It is less difficult now, and soon enough, with combined efforts, the locals have been calmed and forced to forget the demon. The circle is cleaned away, the wizard carried off for treatment (he had clearly expended himself in that last casting).
One of the arcanists approaches Illyana after the struggle, beckoning her over to where the cultist lies, a rod through his head. "Damn, is this your work?" He kneels down beside the body. "Could you have been a little more messy?" He laughs before lifting the body. "Either way, thanks for the help. I don't know how the hell you stopped it, that circle was barely finished when the thing entered, but whatever you did, it was incredible." He smiles.
Illyana claps as the car impacts the demon. It's a childish thing joyful and somehow innocent; It's completely sane though. How could it not be? Then as the creature makes the circle, there's an oh fuck moment, but Illyana did just dodge death. That's a victory in and of itself. As the ritual is completed and the group banish the demon, the bohemian contributes what she can. It's novice and inexpert, but she tries her best, bless the little sociopath. But that corpse will linger. When asked about it, Illyana tells the truth. "Not my work." she assures with a smoothe lie, but looks ever so slightly guilty... how curious... She'll likely be reflecting on that later, but for now, shuffling it away and repressing it is clearly the most healthy thing, right? How could it not be. So all that's left is the clean up. And that's done and dusted, and Illyana can return to a ... quiet? afternoon?
Quiet. Completely quiet. Illyana is able to make it back up to her apartment without any further demons, cultists, or lost sparring matches. A true relief I'm sure.
Elsewhere, in Hell, a demon stands before a workbench. As the failed experiment returns, it is dragged away. The demon considers for a long, long moment. Then its black lips, pull away, into a wicked grin. And the illusion of its cube, spins before it.