War of the Demon
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((I'm going to at least kick things off here, so we can set up a whole division of labor and that kind of thing, even if not everyone's going to be around just yet. Things will likely spill out into some of my other journals as the action gets going.
I'm also going to be just a smidge presumptious in some of the assumptions of who's already gathered. Kakyoin and Gregory-muns, please forgive me.))
It was the fullest the Great Hall of Castle Wyvern had ever been. There was the Manhattan Clan: Goliath, Elisa, Brooklyn, Hudson, Katana, Lexington, Broadway, Angela, the watchbeasts, Bronx and Fu-Dog, and the hatchlings--Gregory (and quite possibly his father as well), Nashville, and Tachi. Many would have prefered to keep them out of this, especially Tachi, but it was quite likely they would be fighting for the very world tonight. They deserved to know what their elders were getting themselves into.
There was the Labyrinth Clan: Talon, Maggie the Cat, Claw, Delilah, Malibu, Brentwood, Hollywood, and Burbank. And of course, Kakyoin, permanent immigrant and Gargoyle LOL subject.
Matthew Bluestone, detective with the NYPD. Former partner to Elisa, ally to the Clan.
David Xanatos, billionaire, schemer, newfound ally. Fox Xanatos, his wife, formerly of the Pack. Owen Burnett, the Puck, trickster, powerless except in protection or instruction of Alexander Xanatos. New allies, all.
And, of course, newfound allies from afar: Ben, Faye, and Harley. Each special in their own way, with histories too long to go into here. The word had been sent, and it was on them that they waited.
It was, quite simply, a council of war.
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((I'm going to at least kick things off here, so we can set up a whole division of labor and that kind of thing, even if not everyone's going to be around just yet. Things will likely spill out into some of my other journals as the action gets going.
I'm also going to be just a smidge presumptious in some of the assumptions of who's already gathered. Kakyoin and Gregory-muns, please forgive me.))
It was the fullest the Great Hall of Castle Wyvern had ever been. There was the Manhattan Clan: Goliath, Elisa, Brooklyn, Hudson, Katana, Lexington, Broadway, Angela, the watchbeasts, Bronx and Fu-Dog, and the hatchlings--Gregory (and quite possibly his father as well), Nashville, and Tachi. Many would have prefered to keep them out of this, especially Tachi, but it was quite likely they would be fighting for the very world tonight. They deserved to know what their elders were getting themselves into.
There was the Labyrinth Clan: Talon, Maggie the Cat, Claw, Delilah, Malibu, Brentwood, Hollywood, and Burbank. And of course, Kakyoin, permanent immigrant and Gargoyle LOL subject.
Matthew Bluestone, detective with the NYPD. Former partner to Elisa, ally to the Clan.
David Xanatos, billionaire, schemer, newfound ally. Fox Xanatos, his wife, formerly of the Pack. Owen Burnett, the Puck, trickster, powerless except in protection or instruction of Alexander Xanatos. New allies, all.
And, of course, newfound allies from afar: Ben, Faye, and Harley. Each special in their own way, with histories too long to go into here. The word had been sent, and it was on them that they waited.
It was, quite simply, a council of war.
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Date: 2007-04-06 06:57 am (UTC)"Friends," he begins, "we have gathered here tonight because circumstances have placed one of our most dangerous foes in a position to do even more unspeakable harm. There is not one among us who has not, in some way, felt Demona's evil. And tonight, that evil must end. Owen has alerted us to a great gathering of magical forces. Demona even now prepares a spell of great magnitude. She must be stopped. For all the crimes she has commited, and for all those she would yet.
"We shall be splitting into three teams, in order to best direct our efforts. The first team shall be tasked with engaging Demona's defenses. Her so-called "Gold Clan" battle robots. They are strong, fast, and possessed of lasers and other advanced weaponry. But you may feel free to attack them without restraint.
This team shall consist of myself, Hudson, Angela, Broadway, Bronx, Burbank, Hollywood, and Kakyoin."
"And me, Goliath," Xanatos says. "I've got my armor ready to go. I'm going to help end this too."
"Very well.
A second team shall be engaged the Pack, mercanaries that have been genetically or cybernetically modified. Demona has sent them into the city to distract our efforts against her. Though it will diminsh our numbers, we cannot ignore this threat. Brooklyn will lead a team against them, along with Claw, Malibu, Brentwood, Lexington, and Delilah."
Another nod. "The next group shall engage Demona directly, inflitrating her building by means of the sewer system. This will require the utmost stealth. Elisa and Talon will take charge of this group, with Katana, Faye, Ben, Harley, and Fu-Dog. We do not know what defenses she will have arranged inside, but you must be wary, both for technological terrors and those born of magic. She must be stopped."
He turns, at last, to the hatchlings. "And to you, my young friends, I leave the most important task of all. While we are away, you must guard our home. Maggie will remain here to assist you in this."
He again looked over everyone, and nodded. "We fight tonight to save our very world. We fight to insure punishment for crimes commited. We fight to finally end the menace of Demona, so that none may ever be hurt by her again.
We will fight. We may lay down our lives. But we shall be victorious!"
((and on that rather rousing note, the mun's dropping for the night.))