@CrimsonStarFallen @DMUA @WHYNAUT
Matricardo and Dieman's advance goes without any resistance... at least until the entire structure is engulfed in a suffocating darkness. The source is rather clear to them both, although through different means, pointing to a shadow-like being that has entered through the ground level of the structure... and another that seems to appear from nothing near the other.
Elfen's shadow is unopposed, considering how most people seem to have already left before it raised the barrier it did. Of course, it can see through the darkness without any issues, but... there's a heavy sigh from behind it, seeming annoyed.
"The whole ******' circus is rolling into town, ain't it?"
Suddenly, a presence makes itself known, with a rather young-sounding voice. The shadow is overcome with a strange feeling of... mortality? It knows that its death wouldn't mean anything to Elfen, yet the feeling remains, especially as its natural senses as a demon informed it that this...
thing behind it is in no way normal, its soul a swirling mass of divine starkness and gold and abyssal black and everything in between. At least, not accounting for the, at minimum, millions of other screeching souls crushed into it's form, like a mountain of ephemeral flesh compressed into the size and shape of a human.
"My day is already shit, so I'll give you a chance to make both of our un-lives easier and leave."
Meanwhile, Vie's upheaval throws the armored man in his surprise, but the suited man appears to keep his ground as the earth crushes itself into dust against him. Even before the ground has finished moving into the suited man, a dense weave of invisible threads erupts from inside of the mass, shredding much of what remains to thin stretches of rock before rushing at Vie from a concerning number of directions, detected by how it cuts through the air and sings like steel, even if the sound is a few minutes behind the actual attack.
@The_Divine_Phoenix
The creaking intensifies, as the wood-like material of the thing's body can be seen to wrinkle up in random patterns.
"... You were all brought here by something far worse than yourselves alone, something too vast to intervene with this world directly lest it ruin the sadistic enjoyment it procures from it's activities.
"None of this changes what you monsters are doing to this world simply by existing. I am not working with you bastards. You will all die before I figure out a way to save this world. Anything else is no better than burning it all down to atomic mist, no better than failing entirely."
Aya's demons find... nothing, like they were chasing an image in their own eyes rather than anything physically there. That is, however, until they make their efforts to bring the mysterious figure to them, which seems, after a short time of functioning as intended, to break down in several areas. This essentially results in the warping of space simply not occurring in those spaces, with the aforementioned areas reeking of a foul magic.
@Overlord775
With a bit of prodding, it becomes generally clear what the soldier's small arms weapons were: using principles of matter and energy alien to the universe the mushroom finds itself in, the rounds ignore reactionary force, being guided by an in-built system of some function that also causes the round's disappearance by somehow equalizing it's own principles and the surrounding physical laws. The result is a small amount of heat, not even enough to seriously burn a normal person.
Their armor is similarly strange, being primarily composed of overlapping, mobile plates that shift to block and absorb force. The inner layers are similar to a hazmat suit, blocking out most extrusive elements, at least explaining the soldier's apparent resistance to the fragrance emitted by the Satyrs. Notably, the self-destruct mechanism and self-piloting capabilities seen before are both a result of the aforementioned plates, either releasing the internal components of the plates, asbestos-like threads which then detonate with the stored kinetic energy of absorbed attacks, or the plates taking over for the physical movement of the wearer, although this is rather crude.
@Lou_change
[Assuming you're still in the city-turned-hole that is Nuuk, naw]
