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 Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2026 8:50 am
Quote: Skyfall (12) : Giant walls of clouds hover low above Destiny City, as if weighed down by the immense amount of water they are carrying. The air is cool, electric, and ominous, churning more like the ocean than the sky. And then, the clouds seem to collapse under their own weight. Dark masses spill from the sky in great, twisting columns of mist, stretching down towards the streets below. They descend like hands stretching from the heavens, enormous enough to swallow half a city block. Anyone caught within the descending clouds will find themselves surrounded by a frigid mist and powerful winds pushing down upon them. Visibility drops to almost nothing. The clouds spill over you, around you, like a waterfall, tugging at clothes and disrupting all sense of direction. Most people stumble out cold, soaked, and disoriented--and, sometimes, they don't even come out at the same place they went in. More than once, someone has disappeared in the cloud, only to wind up across town. Within minutes, the cloud pillars shrink, twisting like dying tornadoes, and drift back into the sky as though nothing happened at all. Tonight Bellerophon hadn't been out to go and investigate any of the strange magical happenings around the city, as much as he wanted to. Instead he had been trying to get some energy with his wraiths. He hadn't done it in a while and the guilt was eating at him that he wasn't contributing to the Dark Mirror cause like he should have. The forecast had looked favorable today. Cloudy and not too hot so humidity wouldn't be as much of an issue, but he hadn't realized how dark the clouds were. They looked as if they were shifting and he felt a dryness in the air that was followed by some static shocks he had accidentally given himself with the fur that covered his shoulders. One of his wraiths even seemed to be hurt by the electricity and he had called them back, but before he could, the clouds above him appeared to be dropping right towards him!
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2026 6:46 pm
Gimle had a bad feeling about the clouds the second that he noticed them, and he only noticed because he managed to randomly shock himself out of nowhere. The sensation sent a rather unpleasant memory to hurtle back to him, and he looked skyward. He'd been expecting to see the moon and a clear Summer sky, but he got the churning mass of thick, gray clouds. He shuddered at the idea of what could be lurking within. For all anyone knew there was another Hollow-esque creature in there.
Or maybe a youma? Or some random unrelated magical creature no one had ever heard about?
"Focus, focus," he said with a little shake of his head. He'd come out to do a quick patrol of the area. Not that he had any magic or a weapon or anything to shoo an agent away from an innocent civilian, but he was confident he could at least lure hapless youma away. Even if it meant using himself as bait...
A slew of people came to mind and he grimaced at the thought of them learning that he used himself as bait. "All it takes is one unlucky encounter," he said out loud, at first mimicking a certain Mercury knight, and then he scrunched his face up a little bit as the voices of certain involved family members also came to mind. He walked on, absently toward another power signature, and finally looked up just in time to see the clouds suddenly drop.
"Look out!" he cried as he lunged toward them, not really doing a whole lot of thinking beyond the potential danger of whatever was causing the clouds to drop. It cascaded over him, sending a chill straight down to his bones. He landed with a thud on his stomach, strong winds pushing down at his back. Still, he tried to struggle against it so he could look around.
"Hey! Are you there?! Are you okay?!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2026 6:46 pm
Bell had tried to brace himself, but was distracted at the last moment from the Order aura that he felt coming towards him- And then it was too late! They were both trapped! Or at least he could hardly move. Hardly breath. It was awful, but somehow he managed to get enough oxygen in to answer the Page's question. "As okay as I can be! I don't know what's going on!" Did Destiny City have some sort of weather phenomina that could explain this or was this due to magic?! At the very least he didn't want the Page to attribute whatever was going on to the DMC. Bell could hardly think as he found himself on the ground as well, unable to get up. " I can't move!" He wasn't sure if the Page was still there or had somehow been thrown somewhere. Bell couldn't even open his eyes. And his magic? Useless.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2026 7:05 pm
Yeah, that sounded about right. If doing just about anything besides try not to get completely flattened by the dropping cloud, Gimle would have laughed, or at least nodded. All he could do was call back a very quick, "Yeah! Same!" as loudly as he could, and hopefully the downpour didn't completely drown out his voice. His whole body strained beneath the force and weight of the clouds. Eventually he lowered his head so he could rest it on the ground, his neck had started aching so badly.
And then, when it felt like he was finally about to get crushed...
It stopped.
He didn't know—or honestly care—how long they'd been stuck in...whatever it was, but he was glad it was finally over. The Page turned over, drenched to the bone and breathing hard, like he'd just done a hundred laps in an olympic-sized pool. His face was wet and his eyes stung. His glasses were...
Gimle rubbed at his eyes and glanced around.
"You still there?!" he yelled, though it was clear that it didn't register to him as yelling.
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