Wukong kept quiet once the outcries started pouring in despite the words of wisdom spoken to calm things down. This of course caused suspicion to rise a little more in the monkey. He would drop a clone where he stood to allow himself an easier time sneaking about in search of the offending Priest. He had already noted the different exits.
As he circled about, and made his way around the gathering that had grouped up in protest around the Prince, he would drop a couple more clones to skirt around to the various exits while he remained hidden. Distracted as the people were, it's likely nobody would notice there were suddenly 3-4 Wukongs running around while the real one maintained his cloak.
Tricksy monkeh.
Wukong would catch a glimpse of what appeared to be the Priest skirting around on his hands and knees, quickly moving to follow him. When he would break from the crowd, Wukong would reach his hand out to try to grab the back of his shirt and hoist him into the air with an eyebrow quirked.
"That's not very nice!" He said with as his head tilted to the side. "Who are you?" He questioned with a jovial air despite the current situation. If he had peaches, he may have even offered him one! But alas, the soldiers had eaten them already.
Post by Cordellia Spiritmight on Jun 2, 2013 7:03:54 GMT -5
Cordellia moved to stand next to Jarvan, not drawing her weapon for fear it may cause the citizens to panic. Her eyes scanned the crowd for signs of aggression, she could easily dispatch a single citizen, but in Demacia all citizens were trained in the military for at least 3 years. If they decided to resort to violence, things could get extremely messy. She was slightly curious as to what would push the group of citizens to cast away all the patriotism they usually acquire in the three years of military service in favor of the void because of one speech.
She leaned in toward Jarvan slightly, her eyes still on the crowd, "They're being totally irrational. None of this makes any kind of sense. Perhaps it may be a wise time to call some guards, cousin. Soldiers are already swarming the city due to the clean up, if this gets out of hand, blood may be shed."
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Jun 2, 2013 10:28:23 GMT -5
Lucas sighed. This was getting completely out of control, these civilians were behaving like animals. He inched over to the prince, shifted his cloak to allow more light to reach his face, and whispered softly. "Your Majesty, this is getting out of hand, should I go get a medical team? I think that's the best I can do, And I can pick up my shield on my way. But the order is yours ofcourse, Your Majesty" Lucas stood idly, ready to react to anything unfortunate to happen.
I am a Pathfinder. I will do what everyone else thinks below him, because someone must do it. Call me dishonorable for it all you want. I serve justice, not honor. And Demacia, ofcourse.
Post by theseneschal on Jun 2, 2013 13:16:28 GMT -5
Behind the gathered Champions and the protesting grouping of people stood an all too familiar face. His passive expression making it impossible to read the enigmatic man, as he studied the situation before him. Without a word, his arms folded across his chest, tilting his head up slightly with an imposing air about him.
Whatever was taking place, the slight twitch at the edge of his lips suggested he was perhaps not particularly pleased at the rallying occurring inside a place meant to be peaceful. Particularly at the man who has just watched his future Kingdom get assaulted, and his wife taken while he faced a powerful enemy head on.
The air around him grew heavy as his hardened gaze settled on the civilians stirring up a fuss. No doubt many of them would fall quiet the instant they made eye contact with him. Many more likely to quickly step back, and rethink their actions as the Seneschal stood by.
Post by prophetthevoid on Jun 3, 2013 20:42:56 GMT -5
Civilians began to circle in on the group. There eyes angry with hate for their leader, but the more they screamed and shout, it couldn't help but notice as if the eyes that stared upon them weren't their own. Their expressions and minds, slowly corroding as they weren't strong enough to fight the words of Icathia that Malzahar was so good at subtly speaking about. They shouted more and more, some backing away slightly as they saw the Seneschal, but still kept their angered looks.
"YOU SAY THAT WE SHOULDN'T HAVE STRENGTH BELONGING TO PEOPLE WHO KILL US, BUT THAT HALF BREED FREAK IS STANDING THERE NEXT TO YOU!" A man shouted as simultaneous shouts of "YEA" and "FREAK" shout out at the group.
Meanwhile Malzahar looked at the exit. Yes, the home stretch! Then, the hope was taken out of him as he was hoisted up by the monkey. He looked over at him with eyes wide with fear as he gasped. The priests though, still standing by the podium, had caught view of this as they laid in the far back and observed. Malzahar's frightened look turned into a glare. His eyes began to glow a bright purple as he reached his hand out to touch his face. Even if he didn't touch, loud screams inside of Wukong would pierce his mind as horrifying visions would soon bar him. Nothing could be seen but the horrifying future that the Void brought onto them, as the words of Icathia teared away at his mind.
Malzahar then struggled about in hopes of being let go, before he slipped out of his white robes. All he had was the simple priest underclothes. A strange dagger with etchings in them were designed all over it as it looked rather familiar... Perhaps belonging to a champion? Though it didn't matter now. Malzahar glared at the priests before bolting towards the exit as he floated in the air.
Jarvan became more irritated once the citizens began to shout profanities at Shyvana. She may be half dragon, but she could control her power. It also helps that she has never killed a Demacian before as well. He had to remind himself that these people were not in their right minds and not beat their faces in with his gauntlets.
Upon hearing the increased shouting from the church, guards began to flood in through all of the entryways. The citizens were now outnumbered and ill-equipped.
The prince saw as Wukong grabbed a hold of the priest in question. He then saw as the priest attacked Wukong. Demacian priests' eyes don't glow and they don't wield strange looking daggers. Jarvan's eyes widened as he realized who the perpetrator was.
"MALZAHAR!" His voice boomed over all other noise in the church. He then broke away from his group and began to charge at the Void prophet. He pushed any people out of his way and dove for Malzahar. Even if he missed, the many bodies of guards were blocking the exits and he could not escape.
Lucas was tired of this. These people were spouting nonesense. Then the insult at Shyvana... He forwent an attempt to keep out of the eye, and HOPED these idiots could still be reasoned with. But when Jarvan recognised the priest... Malzahar? THAT Malzahar? These guys want MALZAHAR to give them strength? He must be affecting them. I'm sorry everyone I'm disrespecting, but... Will. You. Guys. Be. QUIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET Look at who you're hoping to give you strength! The same guy that doesn't have enough strength to control what he has! How can he give, what he does not have?! And don't even think you can do it better! And you guys and your babbling of strength and how this man should give it to you. I know a city-state at the other side of Valoran that thinks like this. You want strength?! How about you find it yourself!? Strength is something you have, waiting in you, not something that can JUST BE GOTTEN BY GETTING A POWER YOU DO NOT KNOW!!! THIS "HALF BREED" HAS MORE STRENGTH THAN ALL OF YOU! SHE KNOWS, SHE CONTROLS, WHAT SHE CAN DO!! HOW COME YOU CAN NOT?!
Lucas panted a bit after that rant, yelling that long was tiring.
I am a Pathfinder. I will do what everyone else thinks below him, because someone must do it. Call me dishonorable for it all you want. I serve justice, not honor. And Demacia, ofcourse.
Wukong had grabbed him, and his smile widened a bit.. until he saw his eyes glow. He'd stare as his mind was assaulted with the void, forcing his grip to release. The Monkey King started to shake as his eyes went wild, letting out a series of angered monkey sounds before dashing after Malzahar with his staff in hand. He simply lost it, going ape shit on the Void Prophet.
Quickly the clones would move away from the exits and rapidly close the distance to the fleeing Malzahar as he raced towards one now blocked by a guard.
Post by Cordellia Spiritmight on Jun 4, 2013 9:01:21 GMT -5
Cordellia looked over to where Jarvan had been looking as he yelled the Prophets name. Instinctively she reached for the hilt of her sword. Her eyes narrow as she pushed her way through the crowd, ready to give chase to the fleeing Prophet. Already Wukong was having a rather violent reaction to Malzahar's magic. It looked as though Wukong and his clones were about to beat the living hell out of the Prophet, even if he managed to evade the clones, which was extremely unlikely, he would have to get past the guards. Even more unlikely due to the fact they were at every exit. The Prophet was trapped and he nowhere to go.
Post by theseneschal on Jun 4, 2013 11:09:29 GMT -5
As the crowds grew more frantic, the Seneschal straightened and stepped forward. The yelling from another soldier did nothing to quell the growing anxiety of the crowd as their blatant uproar over power became all the more unbelievable. He stamped the base of his spear down and gazed upon the crowds before a deep breath was drawn in, drowning the cries and anger that had filled the church rapidly.
"SILENCE!"
As the Seneschal's voice boomed with authority through the Church, all would fall instantly to silence. His hardened gaze set upon the grouping, before he nodded once to Jarvan offering him the floor once more. He would remain by his side, eyes flicking to Malzahar as the Void Prophet would be assaulted by numerous parties.
Last Edit: Jun 4, 2013 11:09:58 GMT -5 by theseneschal
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Jun 4, 2013 15:46:07 GMT -5
Poppy merely observes the scene. With her arm broken she would not be able to fight the Prophet of the Void, so she merely sticks to looking from a distance and calming down any overly zealous citizens.
Sighing, she turns to Xin Zhao.
"First the Shadow Isles, now this... "Prophet" of the Void. The League needs to act. These acts are obviously such blatant acts against all that the Institute stands for.
If they do not... I except Demacia to do so instead. The undead and the Void after all are completely against Demacian ideals, are they not?
What do you think Seneschal?"
She lets Whomper fall down from her shoulder and smash rather violently against the street, causing a large crack in the stone it lands on. She leans against the hammer, obviously still strained from the invasion.
"Will Demacia act against those who butchered it's children? Will it act to bring justice to those who seek to overthrow peace?
I believe it will... and so will I. Once my arm has healed, I will return to Demacia and do everything I can to assist the Golden City in whatever it needs...
But to heal it, I will return home to Bandle City... and let it heal naturally."
Post by prophetthevoid on Jun 4, 2013 16:36:54 GMT -5
Malzahar heard the shouting of his names, along with the sound of screaming monkeys. Great, his cover was blown and now he needed a way out of this city IMMEDIATELY. He glared at the exit that was now blocked by a guard, he snarled lightly as the man aimed his blade toward him. He turned back as he looked at the guards, Wukong's clones, AND Jarvan. He was screwed over, if only the citizens had SOME control over their mouths, and these damned guards being everywhere.
He waited for the spell to be ready again. If he was going down, it would be with a fight and with some collateral damage. He shot out another Malefic Vision at a guard, in hopes of corrupting his mind and letting the Void taint spread. Immediately as he casts the spell he was knocked down to the stone hard grown by a tackle from the mighty prince... Well it wouldn't be the first time that the prince had spoiled his plans... The wind was knocked out of him for a moment as he gasped for in the impact. "Let go of Us! Do not fight Fate!" He shouted as he was being hold in his strong grip. All he could do in this moment was shout and fight back against the prince's grip.
Last Edit: Jun 4, 2013 17:36:13 GMT -5 by theseneschal
Post by The Half Dragon on Jun 5, 2013 3:49:14 GMT -5
"F-Freak...?" was the only word Shyvana could mutter as a reaction to one of the angry citizens' provocations. Soon after, a slew of even more hateful words were thrown towards the Half Dragon. "T-They're wrong..." They were agreeing. Shyvana could feel her rage rising. She raised her gauntlets toward her head thinking it would dull the anger. But beneath her skin boiled fury beyond human capacity. "HOW DARE THESE PATHETIC HUMANS RESENT ME..? I HAVE DONE FAR MORE FOR DEMACIA THAN ANY OF YOU FOOLS..." Her pent up feelings of hatred nearly consumed her.
The sudden outburst from Lucas surprised Shyvana. The Half Dragon tilted her head to face the speaker. Her aggravated expression gradually declined into a simple look of admiration. She lowered her arms to imitate a much calmer stance. This, however, did not completely silence the mob. It seems to have riled them much further... "SILENCE." An abrupt, yet powerful, familiar voice subdued much of the turmoil, save for Wukong's frantic yells. Shyvana shifted around and spotted two of her comrades. Xin Zhao and Poppy. The ground shook slightly from Poppy's hammer plunging onto the stone floor. "Thank goodness..." she sighed to herself. Her eyes widened when she realized Wukong was still under Malzahar's Malefic Visions. Shyvana ran toward Prophet's position, past the now restrained crowd. She stood directly behind Jarvan, whom was now on top of Malzahar, at a good distance careful not to cause further trouble. The Half Dragon finally surveyed the area. The guards were handling the remaining rowdy citizens, the particular figures who assisted Jarvan were now in stand by position, prepared for retaliations. The Monkey King was now agitated, yet handled himself fairly well.. one of the guards near Malzahar crumpled to his knees and held his head. She took a sigh of relief. Shyvana was unsure of the next move she should take.
As if nothing happened at all, Wukong would stop when Jarvan tackled Malzahar. The clones would poof away, and he'd stand off to the side with a slight tilt of his head. Scratching at the scruffy soul patch on the base of his chin, he'd twitch an ear and allow his smile to return.
He seemed.. perfectly fine!
Though he watched Malz with far more caution having never experienced that sort of assault outside of the fields. An almost challenging look settled upon the Void Prophet with a growing grin and a brief chuckle.
Post by Metallic Assassin on Jun 5, 2013 17:00:49 GMT -5
XenoS kept getting closer and closer to the priest. He was actually about to reach out for the man, until someone snatched him right off the ground anyways. His eyes widened a bit as his eyes followed the trail of the hand and arm, seeing the monkey from before. Usually in a situation like this, a person would be happy knowing that the job was done... But XenoS? No... He was actually ANGRY. It was HIS job to snatch the priest, not some fucking monkey. What only made the situation worse was when he had let go of the man. He growled lightly, coming out odd and unearthly sounding when the device had toyed around with his voice, hiding identity.
Though it wasn't all that bad he supposed. The transgressor was caught, but the shout of the word "silence" did manage to turn his head to see the Seneschal. He had never seen the man before, only heard of his magnificent strength in battle. He just stared at him about a minute more, observing his stoic stance behind his red visors that obscured his own face, before turning back to the matters at hand. "... Who's this guy again?" He muttered softly, able for anyone to answer his question.
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