Approach of the Second Sun (Major Event)

Dymtre would be in the crowd it was loud and full of unique smells and sensations. It was unlike anything he had ever been in before. This was... amazing. He couldn't wait to see what would happen! The promise of unity between Meta's and non-metas! What an AMAZING goal to strive for!

(Has no idea what a publicity stunt is...)

It was an unnerving feeling to not be with her usual group of friends at an event like this; Violet could only imagine what they'd be saying if they knew where she was now... She sighed, before resolving her expression to a gentle nostalgic smile.

She couldn't help but admit to feeling a spark of anticipation as she exited the bus at the end of the street, making her way past the sturdy barricades. Violet came here with the impression that an event like this was only going to end in trouble, but who says she can't enjoy it for a while?

Amon'i stood behind Dymtre and Kisaiya, her hand planted on the pommel of her beloved sword as always. She was not a fan of social gatherings, especially not ones that welcomed so many people. However, it was was a simple sacrifice she was willing to make for the enjoyment of her angels. Hopefully, whatever was going to happen, it would be brief and not nearly as chaotic as she anticipated.

A sudden hiss from the microphone was enough to lay a blanket of silence over the crowd, drawing a majority of the attention to the stage, where three people would walk through the curtain, and onto the main layer. The first took position on the left side, next to the stairs. The second took position on the right side, next to a red tent. The third took hold of the microphone, and began pacing along the stage. They all wore fancy suits, akin to that of politicians.

“Welcome,” the woman rasped, “Thank you all for taking time out of your busy lives to acknowledge the everlasting problems of our city. Attacks on humans. Attacks on metas. Attacks on dormant creatures. An overall influx of criminal activity of which the portals are responsible. It’s a scary thing, living in this city, in this world. Unsure if it’s safe to go outside. Unsure if our loved ones will make it home safely. Unsure if certain death awaits us, just on the other side of a portal. In a blink, the world changes, and we’re expected to change with it,” the woman rasped, giving a slight shake of her head, and halting her pacing at the center of the stage, where she would then turn to face the crowd.

“Change… that’s what I promised today, and I’m going to honor that promise to the best of my ability. I long for a future where all can be equal, where your importance is just as significant to the person next to you, where there is no torment, eternally plaguing our bodies and minds, demanding we submit to disaster, or something foretold as inevitable. A future… where we can decide our own fates, and be who we want to be, instead of what someone else wants us to be…” a low growl escaped her voice, and she shook her head again, slowly approaching the right side of the stage.

“There’s nothing I want out of life more than peace… to cleanse this world of its filth and start it anew, to prevent world ending disasters from sweeping through, and tearing everything we’ve ever known away from us… and most importantly, to show them that we’re real, that our lives aren’t toys,”

Then, she came to a pause, emitting a sharp exhale, as she flipped open the entrance to the tent, grabbing hold of and revealing a girl, whose muffled cries could be heard through the towel in her mouth as she helplessly struggled against the woman’s grasp.

“But in order to do that... we must make, and survive, sacrifice,”

And with that, a loud crack ripped through the audience, as the woman crushed the girl’s neck, and dropped her to the ground. Her remains then began to dissipate into the sky like ash, and suddenly, the earth began to rumble, and the audience began to scatter in a panic, frantically screaming and shoving their ways through the people around them, at broken attempts to escape the scene.

“I’m sorry, Elody, I needed you to die,” the woman whispered, turning her gaze to the sky.

As people tried to leave, they would be stopped in their tracks, their feet planted to the ground, their heads forced to turn to the stage. The man on the left side of the stage’s eyes shimmered a sky blue, his gaze unfaltering, as it seemed to anchor everyone in place!

As the people took their places on stage, something passed through Kisaiya, like a wave of distrust. She tensed, her eyes widening, and her breath catching in her throat. She held perfectly still, only half listening to the speech. There was more to it than what they could see. She glanced around the area, the crowd, searching faces to see if anyone else felt that.

She glanced back to the speaker just in time to see her bring out and kill the little girl. Kisaiya cursed, grabbing Dymtre's sleeve and turning back to Amon'i. Her red eyes were wide. "Dymtre! Grab my hand, don't let go!" She slid her hand from his sleeve down, clasping his fingers tightly.

That MONSTER just KILLED somebody!

She meshed her teeth together as the crowd began to surge and stared at her Knight. What did she do here? Run? Stay and fight?

...could they fight?

Jani moved through the crowd of people quickly, not in a fashion that drew attention to herself but in enough of a fashion that told people to get the hell out of her way. Dressed in a black blazer with her hair down, she was both skeptical and eager to see what in the world the corrupt city political parties were up to now. For the powerless and powerful to unite, many things had to happen... Janiya was only worried it would be a mass purge. Making her way to the stage, she waited with crossed arms and wide smile as she pondered about what was going to happen.

She wanted to be in front and up close, just in case it was actually a purge or killing of some sort. At the very least she could help get some people out of here.

Unfortunately, the spectacle that took place before her eyes only confirmed her concerns as she watched a little girl die on stage at the hands of the well dressed woman. She gritted her teeth, brows furling in irritation. This was all too familiar to her, and up until the last part, she agreed with what was said. The crowd around her began to leave, then halt their escape as something anchored them- and herself- in one spot. Now staring directly at the three individuals, she opened her mouth to speak but no sound escaped her lips. Focusing her chi into one hand, a yellow sword made of energy began to form as Jani waited to move again patiently.

As soon as Soni saw the murder, her heart froze. Her whole body wanted to freeze. Her blood ran cold and her lungs seemed to be just as in shock as she was. In the back of her mind she could hear the words of a meta she met: "...people are getting hurt, and not a damn person is doing anything!" They were right; nothing was changing.

But this was a new world now. She didn't change enough in the last one; this was her chance.

Soni launched herself off the building, and landed on the stage with another blast to slow her down. Coming up from the summersault, she sent out a sonic blast to the blue eyed man! If any of the others on stage attempted to attack, they would notice Soni would be wrapped in a vortex of protective concussive sound!

As the woman turned her gaze to the sky, a wave of darkness shrouded the lively blue and white, the warmth and light of the sun momentarily consumed. All at once, it seemed to swirl together into a massive black hole, planted high noon in the sky, where a white pupil esque dot appeared in the center. On top of all of the chaos, the entire city would feel exposed, as if they were being watched by an unexplainable presence.

And at that moment, the ground stopped shaking.

"And so begins the hour of revelation," the woman murmured, almost weakly, into the microphone. She seemed to be uninterested in the crowd, however, the other two continued to stare on, grinning at all the meek prey, submitting to the weight of the world.

Dymtre activating his angel form only resulted in pulling the attention of the woman on the right, whose dead, black gaze would send shivers down his spine. She smiled a little smile, tilting her head to one side as if contemplating an attack.

It wasn't until Soni landed on the stage that the three individuals turned their collective attention away from the crowd. As the man looked away, the crowd would be unanchored, allowing them free movement. The speaker shot her hand out in front of Soni's attack, the energy practically dissipating in her palm, before she walked behind the large, covered mass sitting on the back of the stage. Soni would be snagged midair by a black tendril that seemed to shoot out from a small portal beneath her, and the pale skinned, slender woman raised an index finger at her, waving it from side to side in a mocking "tsk-tsk" motion.

And then, as people began evading the scene, hissing erupted from nearby storm drains, manholes, and alleyways, and spewing out of them was a thick, almost transparent, gaseous substance. It burned at the skin of all it touched, and made breathing difficult, but otherwise, it just seemed to pose as an inconvenience. However, it was probably a bad idea to stay in direct contact with it for an extended period of time...

Finally having been released from the ground and seeing other metas going to deal with the root issue, Violet instead makes the call to try and help the crowd navigate to safety. Using either the stalls or barricades as vantage points, she will do her best to organise the crowd away from the suspicious miasma towards safer locations away from the event.