Election Night Party (Fringe+Kiskla)

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer had snuck off while everyone as intregued with the kaggath. She had finally found an untouched piece of cake. Tucking a lovely long napkin into her dress she prepared her body while giving a prayer to the force for the sacrifice the cake was about to make. The fluffy, moist cake stood there in all its glory and the young woman who was dying of starvation salivated. Reaching for a fork she held the plate in her hands, expertly she molded the cake onto its self so it became almost like giant cake ball. As she went to take a bite out of this moist and quite delicious treat - Rave's attack vibrated through the area.

The Cakeball vibrated on the fork and utterly fell apart. Spencer watched in horror as the cake landed in all its glory onto the floor.

Spoiler

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"CURSES"

 

[Onrai]

While close to her "spinal column" comprised of thickened plant fibers, the stab of Rave's blade went in too far to the right, between where her two middle "ribs" would've been had she still had a flesh body. A growl crossed lips as she attempted to block out all the pain she could, in preparation for her next move. The burned blade handle dove into her thigh, and it would take surgery to heal that cauterized wound. But that would be nothing compared to what she did next.

So close to Rave, her arm around the woman's back, she took a her lightsaber and briefly deactivated it before pressing it against the woman's back. And reigniting the blade. Were the lightsaber not blocked or otherwise stopped, the resulting activation would go through Rave slightly to the side of her spine... And through Circe as well.

"What could hate enough to defeat you? Myself."

@[member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Bundori]

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

"NOOOO THE CAKE SAVE IT AUNTIE YUN-HARLA" Bundori was off to the side near her auntie and looked at the delicious and pretty ake that had been dropped and she cursed the name of gravity.

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Circe Savan"]'s lightsabre blade punched into the armorweave.

Armorweave wasn't that great of armor, all things considered. But it happened to be pretty fething decent against lightsabres. Still, massive heat and molten armorweave dominated Rave's mind as the sabre did its work. It wasn't a killshot; feth, it wasn't even enough to end the fight, and the armorweave jolted the blade away with the rapidity of its deployment. But as her blades twisted in Circe's plant-flesh, Rave's mind unlocked and went just a little bit off the rails with pain. Rain hissed against her back, cloaking her in steam.

One knife in Circe's back, one in her thigh. Using a metal weapon as a conduit for lightning was one thing, but if there was a single weakness Rave remembered working into the Vinithi she'd created, it was fire. And fire was well within the elemental purview of a Nightsister, weak though she was.

Her right blade caught flame inside Circe's leg. It was easier with the broken knife that had so recently taken the brunt of Sith magic; that blade was still red-hot. She'd have liked to do it for both knives, though she withdrew the left in an awkward ripping motion. She didn't have the focus for both, not with her back in this much pain. Then again, most of her back was already scar tissue.

Believe it or not, Spencer Jacobs had seen to that.

 

[Onrai]

The lightsaber continued to force hard against the armorweave-covered back of Rave, the burning and melting continuing as Circe's leg was, to say the least, burned from the inside. Large amounts of dead plant matter was forming within, and she was beginning to feel less and less of her leg. Still, though, she had a free hand, and could do one thing with it, considering her very severe wounds.

Shoving the hand onto Rave's face, her claw-like hands twisted by Nightsister magic likely causing deep scars in her creator's flesh, she did one last thing - forcing all her energy into a massive bolt of lightning. Were the hand not knocked off, the electricity would flow directly from Circe's battered, bruised, and sap-covered hand directly into Rave's head. She had no idea what this would do - whether it would fry the brain, whether it would harm her face or eyes even moreso than they already were, or anything - but a direct, consistent barrage of lightning to the most exposed part of her body at point-blank range would hopefully begin bringing the battle into its endgame.

Because Circe was hurting, and Rave was likely as broken as Circe was. This couldn't go on much longer for either of the women.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Zius felt the vibration and looked around from where he was sitting, catching @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] priceless facial reaction to her slain cake. He chuckled a bit and continued to watch the fight with a moderate interest now. Who would win? Who would lose? Definitely it was a fight to the death, and Zius had his credits on @[member="Rave Merrill"] but had the notion in the back of his head that a Force User could be quite detrimental as well. No matter, he pressed on with watching the show, waiting to see who exactly would be the victor.

 

[Aran Finn]

Alen nodded at @[member="Ashin Varanin"] and flanked her as she approached the woman who resembled a plant. There was discussion, and then all of a sudden there was something called a Kaggath and a duel to the death? The Dark Jedi Knight was not following this. He shook his head with bewilderment and folded his arms across his chest and decided to watch. It was a decent enough fight. The Witch was beating the plant-lady, in Alen's opinion at least, and it wouldn't be too long until she tore the troublemaker in two.

And here he was. Eight hundred years later, still in the shadow of a powerful Master, still watching things he didn't really understand. That was life, he supposed.

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Circe Savan"]'s lightning did pretty much exactly what it had last time, and with pretty much the same result. It sent Rave flying, blacking out in midair. It also ripped the sabre away from the moment it had spent against her back. It also convulsed her hands around her knifehilts, and they ripped out at odd angles when Rave went airborn. The critical point here, unlike when this had happened with Circe's leg, was the extent to which Rave's thirty-three centimetre knife was already jammed into Circe's back -- ie, to the hilt. When Rave went flying away from Circe, who was facing her at the time, there wasn't much that could have prevented that embedded, serrated knife from nearly cutting Circe in half as it torqued through her.

At least, Rave could dream of an outcome like that.

She skidded across the rooftop and lay there, face and hair smoking in the rain. A hollow chuckle rose from the battered Nightsister. Slowly, she got to her feet.

"I made you, Circe. I know how much sap runs in your xylem and phloem, down to the milliletre. You've taken, what, five major stab wounds? Your leg's gotta be crippled. All I have to do is stay out of range of you for...oh, two or three minutes, and you'll just pass out from lack of sap.

"You're fething done, Circe." She could barely see straight. Feth, was she ever tired.

 

[Onrai]

The knife, when Rave was flung away, made a significant cut from the upper middle of Circe's back where it was stabbed in to bottom of the front part of where her shoulder blade would be. Rave being flung so far away, this gave Circe one last opportunity to surge and try to finish this. With her lightsaber, she intentionally moved to cauterize the wounds, choosing to retain what little sap she had left as the former Sith lady moved towards Rave and prepared another Force Push, trying to send her off the edge.

This one was more cone shaped, intentionally shaped as such to catch the Nightsister witch were she to try and dodge the blast. The self-inflicted burns would keep her sap content stable for the moment. As someone who'd crafted at least five bodies identical to her own out of the biomass she herself was comprised of, she knew that her body would be lasting a bit longer than Rage had insinuated. Hopefully, the witch would finally go over the edge, with only her fingers to keep her dangling.

This would be the dramatic defining moment of the fight.

@[member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Circe Savan"]'s biological weakness to fire would be playing serious havoc with her system with purposeful application of a lightsabre blade. There was no doubt about that in Rave's mind as, with a shrug, she dropped over the edge. The shaped Force-blast thundered overhead. Her hands slapped flat against the windowpane on the side of the building as she chanted the Touch of the Kiin'dray and clung to the surface. Her heavily bruised left arm strained in painful ways.

To all appearances, she'd fallen. And now she just had to wait for Circe to either keel over, or come look over the edge to check on her.

 

[Onrai]

Circe chose to take this opportunity to focus. Right now, all she could do was focus with the last dredges of her reserve Force energy and heal herself. Slowly, the wounds appeared less deep as the Vinithi focused, sitting down, crossing her legs, and surging her corrupted biomatter. The depth of her wounds began to decrease as, finally, she was temporarily stabilized. It felt as though needles were jabbing every single part of her flesh, even that underneath her robes, and in some cases, they literally were. she literally bit upon her fingers, tearing the sharpened, corrupted flesh away as she quickly spat out the flesh, letting her fingers slowly regrow to their normal shapes. No more going beast-woman and slashing people, after all.

But she had to check. There had been no scream, no thud of a body's impact against the ground. And it was thus that Circe, crawling as to conserve energy, immersed herself in the White Current for a few brief seconds, briefly looking over the edge and immediately noticing Rave there. She pulled back, unsure as to what she should do. But then she thought. She's hanging to a window pane... All I need to do is go down to the floor directly below and destroy the window, sending her falling to the ground. Sound enough logic, as she stood up, letting the water flow over her and restimulate her repairs, her lightsaber still active as she drank in the Force once again. Once again, she let the White Current immerse her, the Force user moving to the floor below and considering what to do next.

@[member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

The scream from above even made her own hopefully-not-a-roofie drink vibrate on the counter. Shoulders slouched as she took-up a casual position, gaze fixed to the holoscreen. They better not bring the roof down, literally.

"What if I am? I mean, you went after Daxton Bane and lived to tell the tale." Fingers drummed against the bartop. "You heard my council speech. I'm serious." Gaze leveled back to her mentor even though the fight looked as though it might hit the climax. "Why, you want in?"

 

[Velok the Younger]

When nothing happened and no sense of danger was forthcoming, Rave could only assume that Circe was either unconscious or as invisible as she'd been on Tar Mordren. One was good, one was not. She murmured Nightsister spells to enhance her hearing - Ears of the Chiroptix, it was called, one of the many minor spells she knew - and heard distant hinges rustle in the rain as a door opened and shut. Another door opened and shut, and this time she heard it as subtle vibrations against her hands.

With the Force as her ally, she listened, not just to the corporeal world but also to the next few seconds in time. When she guessed a strike was incoming -- she was, after all, silhouetted against the sky as she clung to the window -- she rolled right and slapped her left hand way out to the side. That let her adhere, and she let go with her right, swinging. She climbed up, hand over hand, and crawled over the ledge.

Rather than spend what strength and focus remained to her, she refrained from healing herself or trying to call back her fallen knives from the base of the tower. Her mind was functional enough. All she needed was the Force.

And the water on the roof.

So she waited.

 

[Onrai]

The moment that she went downstairs and looked at the window, she immediately noticed Rave was no longer clinging onto the window. Feth... Sighing, she grabbed a Vaapad Session left from the party and held it close. For some reason, a margarita-style glass full of alcohol seemed like it could be useful. When she headed back upstairs, she was in a bit of better shape than before.

And was still immersed, though Rave would likely hear her open the door. She was ready for - and expecting - a trap.

@[member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Circe Savan"]'s self-healing, as with all Vinithi, required massive amounts of water and food -- especially since fire was their greatest weakness, and she'd taken flaming hits about seven times, counting her own intentional lightsabre contacts. Circe's body would be in a condition of absolutely needing water, since there was no meat to be had.

Hey look. Water.

Rave's three traps had taken this entire duel to set up, and required only a single Apprentice-level spell to unleash. A whirlwind took form around Circe as the invisible woman opened the door, filling the air with aerosolized water droplets. The water on the roof contained three very important things, as the whirlwind pulled in everything around it.

Number one. Rave's blood, in some quantity. Anyone who'd ever been Blood Trailed knew that, when one was touched by the blood of someone who'd altered their own body with the Blood Trail ritual, it burned and stained. That burning and staining would apply, in some moderate, diluted, but permanent degree, to whatever organic substance the blood touched (apart from Rave herself). Ideally, when droplets came in contact with Circe's skin (and she was surrounded now by a weak but stubborn whirlwind of rainwater), her parched physiology would absorb them with even greater alacrity than usual.

Giving Circe a pretty strong itch, not just in the infected areas, but ideally throughout her circulatory system.

The same was true for...the cake. Brought up here by numerous onlookers, various cake slices vaporized in the whirlwind, blending into the rain torrent. Sugar was a powerful intoxicant for Vinithi.

And of course, there was the white-blight. Washed from her knives, it had remained in the water on the flat roof until now. Now, a powerful parasitic infection, which affected only plants, merged with the whirlwind that sprang up around Circe.

One piece at a time, Rave had laid three traps, and every one of them had just been sprung.

 

[Shinju]

"My cake" Shinju looked as Rave stole her cake and moved to cover Bundori while looking at it all and frowned. "I was eating that."

 

[Onrai]

Did it hurt? Yes. Very much so. Was she intoxicated? Not as much as Rave had expected. She was far too angry at having come all the way down to the other level of the room, only to get blasted by a significant amount of water. But as she did so, she ended up throwing the alcohol into it. Alcohol + Rave's blood + water + crumbled cake and mushy frosting + worms = an absolutely disgusting mixture. And as she extracted more of the water from the gunk... She threw up at the disgusting sight. "BLEGH!" The projectile vomit, consisting primarily of a mostly digested steak she had eaten before coming to the party, flew towards Rave as she continued to resist the urge to scratch and cry out in pain. the pain merely fueled her damaged, corrupted, white-blight-infested body as she continued to not give up. "Rave... it's not over. It's never over. And I'm not going to let you tear down everything I've ever held near and dear! Not while my body still stands intact."

Pointing at the woman, she growled, is preading her hands as she gave a growl. There was one last possible option for dealing with Rave. It was an option that likely would consume what was left of Circe's current Force power, but hopefully, it would strangle Rave's own abilities. This was the last real opportunity Circe had to deal with her creator. With the infestation not being of a plant they were familiar with, she would need to see a doctor for the tallgrain infestation within the week, or the worms would fully grow and eat her from the inside. Not to mention the sap transfusion would definitely be needed now, in order to purge Rave's blood from her body. But before she could worry about that, there was one final spell.

"Odojinya!"

 

[Shinju]

"Bundori go and get mommies chainsaw"

 

[Bundori]

"Yes mommy" The little girl skipped to the other door and down to where the party was as she grabbed the smuggled in weapon from the kitchen with a walk in full of cake but there was no time for that as she ran back up the stairs with the large blade and smiled. "Here mommy." Then she tossed it and ran over to Spencer. "Auntie Yun-Harla there is an entire walk in with cake and sweets... lets go."

@[member="Rave Merrill"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Shinju]

Shinju caught the blade and grinned as she looked at the alchemist well the one who had made her derriphan's. The one who made the sword she wasn't sure of but Shinju held it. "Rave" With a smile Shinju set it on the ground. "Look what was downstairs in the kitchen."