4542/The Namamura District

The Namamura District
Date of Scene:	12 September 2016
Location:	City of Ravnica <Rav>
Synopsis:	The Guildless assault the Namamura district and allies of the Izzet move to defend.
Cast of Characters:	272, 481, 325, 385, 750, Corona Arclite, 857, 639, 1037

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Yunomi Stadler (272) has posed:
    THE IZZET SECTOR, RAVNICA

    THE NAMAMURA DISTRICT

    The shops here were busy keeping to themselves, from ramen stands to restaurants to a little toy shop that sold old fashioned traditional items, like staircase chests and little rope mind twisters.

    The Namamura District had been holding its breath, waiting to see what the council would do to them, outsiders in this place.

    It was then that the first group showed up. Guildless mages wearing all five colors of the various guilds, masks, and baring staffs begin to come around the corner, someone's pounding drums. Magically amplified voices all shout in unison: "OUTSIDERS GO HOME!"
        "OUTSIDERS GO HOME!
            "OUTSIDERS GO HOME!"

    And that's about when the first fire started, blazing up in a corner from a small spark that someone in the crowd lobbed. THere's cheering and excitement. "DOWN WITH THE GUILDS!"

    "THEY BROUGHT THEIR OWN DESTRUCTION!"

    "BURN THE DRAGONS!"

Kirika (481) has posed:
    A kitsune drops from the rooftops as the rioters arrive, and Kirika doesn't bother hiding herself. "Burn the dragons." Is Kirika SCOFFING? Seems she is, as she approaches the angered mob without a hint of fear in her steps.

    Her fists glow blue with an icy glow, the fox popping her neck as she begins to throw balls of ice towards the flames that spark.

    "Disperse. NOW." She barks harshly, with authority and supernatural echoes in her voice as she tries to get the attention of the rioters directly. Failing that, she'll just opt to begin smacking dudes in the face with her scabbard.

    Yeah, she's done playing nice with these idiots.

Rhapsody (325) has posed:
    While a majory of the Izzet League was undecided upon what fate should come to Yunomi Stadler, they were not a heartless guild. These people were brought in as refugees from a world that was no longer their own and given a district that was built, basically overnight, by the combined effort of Izzet and Union resources and personel. They would defend their sector, without fail, regardless of who stayed within it.

    When the guildless mob is spotted marching from Tin Street toward the Izzet Guildgate, and then into the Izzet Sector, forces were already deployed to meet them. While dangerous, the weirds sent were only to disuade and redirect. Petrahydrox ( ) use their stony limbs to deflect anything they can while the Steamcore Weirds ( http://gatherer.wizards.com/Handlers/Image.ashx?multiverseid=338393&type=card ) move to put out fires as they appear. Actual magewrights of various species appear around the sector to ensure the safety of any Namamurans that ask for their assistance.

    And a house in one distant corner of the district, a hovel at best, emits a loud crash and a fair bit of clattering as the resident sounds like they are just waking up. What's all that about? Wasn't that little shack empty a few days ago?

Yuna Kagurazaka (385) has posed:
Yuna's time in Ravnica has not been terribly relaxing. What started out as a visit to show support for Yunomi during Presentation Day erupted into a crisis that has yet to abate ... two weeks later? Has it been longer? It can't have been less; it feels like it's been months to Yuna. Just knowing that somebody who sets all her mental alarms off is personally hunting for Yunomi is bad enough - and if Ijiwaru doesn't actually have more leads as to where Yunomi might be than the Izzet League and the Union have between them, Ijiwaru and his Magic-Eaters are at LEAST able to keep up with any lead the aforementioned find.

But on top of those, the Guilds are, if not quite at each other's throats, then paying far much attention to each other's collars, necklaces, and other adornments - and the Namamura District in particular has been the focus of way too much unfriendly attention. Mind you, "any" counts as "too much" for Yuna; the Namamuran refugees haven't done anything to warrant that kind of hostility, and when trying to help keep the Izzet district borders got to be too much for her, Yuna turned her attention - and that of the rest of the Matrix of Light - to the edge of the Namamura District.

She's in the middle of trying to figure out one of those little rope brain-teasers when she hears the riot approaching. "No ..." the blonde groans, placing the woven-cord puzzle back on the counter and stepping outside. Elner, who was hovering near the shop's sign, flits down to join her -

And a flaring ripple of wind and light rises about Yuna, briefly enveloping her, then revealing her new form - not clad in her Beacon Academy uniform any more (as she had been), but in the blue, white, and gold of her Light Suit. Kirika's already made her presence known, and the kitsune's presence is welcome - but Yuna isn't going to leave this up to others. She's the Savior of Light; letting innocents suffer is against EVERYTHING she stands for, both as herself and as the chosen champion of the Queen of Light, and even letting these hate-driven fools *shout* is more violence against the Namamuran refugees than she's going to tolerate.

"SHUGOSEIHEKI!!!" Yuna shouts, her kite shield manifesting on her left arm as she shouts its name - the Wall of the Guardian Star - and she quickly advances, not merely to assist Kirika, but to impose herself physically in the rmob's path. "The people of Namamura are refugees, *guests* in Ravnica, and they have done nothing to earn your wrath!" Yuna calls out as loudly as she can, trying to be heard over their chants. "Only one daughter of Namamura has done any harm to your city or its people, and *she* *is* *not* *HERE!!!*"

Rebound (750) has posed:
    Things had been getting bad in the zone, and they weren't getting any better as tensions rose and no answers were found. Rebound had taken some time off from her usual patrols of New York to come to Ravnica and do her vigilante justice thing here.

    Of course things were getting even worse now, with an actual crowd gathered, and someone throwing a fireball. The kangaroo mutant finds herself up on a rooftop, perched dangerously above the mob, looking down towards them. She scans the crowd, looking for the instigators. SHe knows how these things work. There's always somebody, usually in the back or somewhere nearby, they're the one stirring the masses up into a frenzy while the poor people just get caught up in everything.

    Rebound wants the leader.

Corona Arclite has posed:
The storm was no longer rising. No, the storm had finally come, the metaphorical dark clouds hanging over the Namamura District dropping to the ground with all the anger and misplaced blame of a terrible twister.

Fortunately there are those amongst the allies of Izzet that started anticipating this sort of rowdiness.

Admist the looming dark times and chanting of rioters, a gun firing blares out like a thunderous crack through the storm. Not aimed at shooting any of the rioters (yet) though. Rather it's a very precise shot taken to blow a hole through that drum and render it mute without harming the rioter pounding it.

The shot is easily traced back to one of the rooftops, where the gun it was made with is still held out at arm's length while cooling smoke waifed from it, clasped in the hand of a rather large metallic gauntlet.

The rest of the lithe form was draped in an elaborate poncho that looked like it was meant for someone taller and much broader, as it hung almost entirely down to her boots. Which did a good job of hiding the pair of toolbelts slung crosswise around her waist like gun belts, and the other gadgets tucked away in them.

The matching gauntlet is brought up, simply to tug the rim of her stetson down a bit, keeping part of an ominous shadow over her face as she wasn't even looking directly in the direction the shot was fired. Instead of the smoldering embers of a cigarette, a chunk of frayed wiring dangled out of the corner of her mouth, still sparking occasionally when she twitched her muzzle andd the ends flicked together.

"Ah reckon y'all better brake this up and go home. Before that drum ain't the only head Ah gotta put a hole through an' let the hot air out."

At least the drawl, the long ears sticking up the sides of the hat, and the grey foxtail curled at her ankles would make it obvious to those who know what 'outsiders' had been prowling around the Izzet district who it is. The outfit, on the other hand, that's new.

Eve (857) has posed:
    While Eve hasn't been involved with the bounty hunter talks, she has been at least a little involved in Ravnica and this whole mess. It started simply enough; she showed up to support Yunomi. She just... hasn't stopped. Nothing about what she's seen or heard has changed her mind about Yunomi. She's aware she lacks the information to make a proper informed decision. Either Yunomi has her reasons, in which case her friends should support her, or she's quite literally out of control in which case her friends should support her.

    Today though, she's supporting Yuna. There's more to this situation than just the Tanuki after all. And this situation, it revolts her. Innocents being attacked... this is one of the sorts of things she chooses to make her stand on.

    The little blonde flys in on golden wings; an iconic image of an angel that ought to command at least a little respect in the rioters. She doesn't speak though. She just flies up behind Yuna, offering unvoiced support to her dear friend. After alighting behind her, Eve pauses only a moment before she then flies down to street level, drawing the nanomass of her wings back within her body before forming a large shield before her. Smothering flames should be possible, theoretically at least. Nanomachines don't burn and they shouldn't melt either, not before they smother the flames. She's not sure how much she can smother before her nanometal gets too hot to continue, but there's no reason not to at least try.

Yunomi Stadler (272) has posed:
    "Friend, you can't burn a dragon--" one of the mages begins

    "DROWN THE DRAGONS!"
    "Stop trying to threaten the--"

    "DOWN WITH THE GUILDS!"

    When the Kitsune drops down, ordering the group to disperse, a few try to scoff back. Someone fires up a spell, but promptly gets hit in the face with a scabbard! "ARUGH! MY EYE!"
    Someone else readies a fireball, and lobs it at the kitsune! "GET OUT! Go back to YOUR HOME. RAVNICA IS FOR RAVNICANS!" spouts one wearing a 'Make Ravnica Great Again' patch on his cloak.

    The weirds are heeded -- mostly. A few of the guildlesss do turn away, but more come down sidestreets. The crowd is getting a bit more unruly as their fires begin to get put out. More fireballs lob towards rooftops. A few women start drawing their children back away from windows. An old Namamuran man hobbles himself out of the way, cursing about 'the youth of today' and 'none of this would have happened if the Kami had picked HIM to be guardian.'

    Ravnica hasn't been a vacation for anyone. The Namamura District mob is beginning to get more rabble roused, people thrusting weapons into the air, demanding outsiders go home.
    One man turns to square off against Yuna herself, bringing his staff up as it crackles with energy. It wasn't stolen, honest!

    "What, the Guildmaster can't come down and start saving her own pitiful pet projects? These people are a threat. They need to be taken care of and get out of Ravnica, or else who knows what could happen to them?"

    The crowd, unfortunately, doesn't appear to have much of a leader in their midst. A group of anonymous anti-outsiders -- though there is a mage slipping through the crowd, wearing a black and blue hood. He seems intent on getting as far away from the weirds as possible.

    Another group draws closer to Corona, and one turns to the other. "Hey, is this a Simic thing?"
    "I dunno. Torch it, like the boss said!"

    THe nights' lit up as one of the mages draws out another gauntlet himself, and ignites the air around it. "Sorry, miss. You really should have heeded the rabble." he states calmly, and throws fire at Arclite!

    Finally down to Eve: As Eve joins Yuna, there's a secondary group. And as one casts, a great amount of wind begins to sweep the immediate area, as over head lightning begins to gather in blackened, highly localized clouds.

    "I would reccomend you turn and get to safety, little one. I don't want to hurt you."

Kirika (481) has posed:
    Oh, it's on now.

    Kirika's eyes seem to be glowing RED with rage, the kitsune snarling as she joins the melee. She slaps people across the face with her scabbard, often aiming for the throat or the joints, with the odd kick, punch, or tail-strike.

    She delivers a headbutt as she hears someone lobbing fireballs at her and screaming, and she instantly focuses on that fellow. "I WILL DEFEND THOSE WHO SCUM LIKE YOU SEEK TO HURT, NO MATTER WHERE THEY ARE!" She roars, drawing her sword to split the fireball in half, mildly scorched but otherwise undeterred as she sheathes Kinugiri. She has other plans.

    Grabbing the rowdy citizen by the throat, she forces his mouth open before her fingers are wedged in, pressing into the soft fleshy bits underneath the poor man's tongue.

    Then she throws the dude onto the ground, demonstrating why it's a -very bad idea- to engage her in close combat to anybody around her.

Rhapsody (325) has posed:
    There are a lot of weirds, but the mob only seems to be growing in size. Not good. A number of Blistercoil ( http://gatherer.wizards.com/Handlers/Image.ashx?multiverseid=289222&type=card ) and Gelectrode ( ) start to move in as well, trying to plug the holes, but seeing as a wall wasn't built around Namamura, as the Izzet wanted them to feel included, the number of ways into the district is a major problem. Atop one of the buildings, a rare sighting of a master weird, Melek ( ), is coordinating its brethern in trying to protect the district.

    From the hovel way down the way, the door finally opens. Well, it doesn't open as much as it's kicked down and out into the street. A rather gruff looking lady wanders out, a large sword against her back ( ) but the way she's cracking her knuckles in each hand, she doesn't seem really keen on using it. Across her form, is a set of rather old looking armor, the symbol of the Boros Legion on each shoulder, but scratched out. Likely by the same sword on her back. When she speaks, her voice is as stern as it is gruff, "OY. What the bloody hell is goin' on out here?" Pause. "AND WHY ARE YOU BURNIN MY HOME DOWN?!"

Eve (857) has posed:
    Eve isn't fearless. Fearlessness takes a certain lack of imagination, and Eve's got far too much of that. She's also got a bit too much of a sense of purpose to be willing to back down this easily. And yet... the black-and-blue hooded mage is kind of intimidating.

    Eve looks up at the mage, appearing to give his statement solemn thought. "I see." she finally says. "You're too afraid to fight a child. You'd rather fight completely defenseless people."

    She lifts her shield, setting it before her, and extends her right hand outwards into a substantial-looking warhammer. Eve continues staring into the mage's eyes, her annoyance smouldering rather fiercely in her pink-tinted eyes. Not quite flame-colored, but she has plenty of intensity to spare. "I'm not going to let you." she says. WHAT, she doesn't explain. Not going to let him attack innocents, surely. Not going to let him get away... perhaps. She launches into a headlong charge, shield before her and warhammer trailing behind. Should she not be stopped, she intends to introduce the 'thoughtful' mage to her own blunt purpose.

Corona Arclite has posed:
Once the pistol is cooled off enough it gets a fanciful twirl just like you see in all those old Westerns before being tucked back into one of the holsters hidden beneath the poncho. A brow raises a bit, an orange eye visible briefly in the shadows cast by the hat. The wires spark a little as she twitches it to the other corner of her mouth.

"Sorry, Ah ain't interested in listenin' to folks who blame now and worry 'bout facts later."

The burst of flame is lobbed at her, only for Corona to 'catch' the spell in the palm of her new gauntlet. Some of the embers shoot between her fingers and down the length of her arm as she squeezes the core of the flames to smother it. But overall it's not very effective, she made her new devices out of Brimsteel's namesake metal which is exceptionally heat and fireproof.

"Tch. Ah've been playin' with fire all muh life. Ya gotta do better than that." Finally she spits out the wires, and steps off the edge of the rooftop to drop to the street level with the rioting mages that flung fire about. "But iffen ya bothered to get to know new folk instead of pointin' fingers and slingin' insults, ya mighta known that." Spurs on her boots clatter as Corona lands on the pavement, then takes a few steps towards the offenders.

The right guantlet clenches into a fist, and emits a click not unlike gears locking into place.

"But iffen ya don't wanna talk to me...." Corona takes one last step forward, only to twist her body as if winding up the right arm to throw a punch, even still across the street from the mages... Only for at the apex of the thrust of her arm, a pulse of compressed air -shoots the fist- off the rest of the gauntlet, metal knuckles aimed right for the fireslinging mage's face!

"Ya can talk to the hand!"

After the hopeful impact Corona yanks back on the chain still connecting it to the rest of her gauntlet, aiming to slap said chain upside the head of the mage's buddy before reeling the fist back to her and clanking into it's place on the rest of the gauntlet. So -that's- why they're bigger than her actual hands!

Rebound (750) has posed:
    The blue and black hooded figure gets Rebound's attention. She traces his path through the crowd, hopping along the roofs, dodging a couple of fireballs as she follows him. She frowns a little bit as he tries to slip away. She can't let him get far.

    "Screw this." Rebound hates waiting, and tracking this guy isn't going to help when she can just get intel out of him the old fashioned way. The kangaroo takes to the sky, leaping through the air and aiming to crash down right on top of mister emo hoodie, "Going somewhere, buddy boy!?"

Yuna Kagurazaka (385) has posed:
Yuna looks at the man with the crackling staff, neglecting to pull out a weapon of her own - and in fact, neglecting to look remotely intimidated. "The Guildmaster doesn't need me to defend her choices," the blonde replies, meeting the man's eyes - if he dares to meet hers, anyway - with a calm resolve behind her anger. "These people would not have *BEEN* a threat if you didn't make them feel like they needed to be afraid for their own lives and livelihoods. Do you even understand what the people of Namamura have been through? Can you *imagine* what they've endured, what *Yunomi* has endured for the sake of her people?!"

Things are getting more violent - the mage with the flamethrowing gauntlet is focused on Corona, not Yuna, but that's one of at least a dozen things happening which Yuna is all too keenly aware of. Elner has seemingly withdrawn from the vicinity, but Yuna knows the robo-faerie isn't far away - Elner will keep watching the situation. Jiina, Marina, and Erina are somewhere around as well, but they haven't joined in the effort yet, waiting on Yuna to decide if she needs any of them to combine with her Light Suit or what else they should do.

"All the people of Namamura want is a safe place to call home! Surely you can understand THAT much - if you're so terrified that they're going to take YOUR homes away from you, WHICH THEY DON'T *NEED*!!" Yuna's voice is rising further, and there are flickers of light about her right hand - which remains empty. But just barely. Instead of conjuring a weapon, though, Yuna simply steps forward, attempting to bring her shield to bear against the man's staff - and almost as quickly, to drive the shield's bottom corner into the ground. If the staff's properties are as close to electrical as they look, that should help ground the charge out with a minimum of hurt to Yuna herself.

Yunomi Stadler (272) has posed:
    The "Make Ravnica Great Again" guy's eyes get a little wide as Kirika reaches in, grabs the soft, fleshy bits that connect the tongue unsticking as he pauses his words, and then finds himself with an intimate embrace against the ground.

    There was a soft gasp that rippled through the crowd around Kirika -- and then while a few step back, there are more than a few who make their way forward. Some try to crowd Kirika. one reaches out with lightning gloves and tries to deliver a shocking touch to Kirika's rear end!

    The weirds are attracting some attention, a few of the rabble begin to throw stones and chunks of wood at the steamcore weirds.

    A little boy and his grandmother, who had been watching the council meeting withdraw a little more away from the group, the woman pikcin gup her grandson and carrying him, hobbl,ing as fast as she can past the yelling ex-Boros member.

    "I'd rather not fight anyone. I usually take the easy route..." the man has a blue and black badge against his hand, silvery veins tracing his skin as his black eyes glance down at Eve, and as she charges with the warhammer, the mage who confronted her raises his hand, casting a circle of protection, the sheild taking the blow of Eve's charge. "... but I have no problem killing a child."

    And he brings his hand up. "I could deliver you to a watery grave."

    "No, no, wires, it's a construct..." one of the mages states, and he takes his hood down a little bit, and goes to just examine Coronoa-- until he gets a face full of metal knuckles, with plenty of iron in that knuckle sandwich!

    He crashes backwards, stumbling, and Corona would herself the subject of another spell -- this one lobbing a huge amount of air, sending papers, the old lady stumbling, trash kicking up into the air as the wind tries to knock over the tailed steampunk cowgirl!

    The blue and black hooded man draws closer to the side when there's a shadow in the flash of lightning, and he turns to watch as Rebound descends -- and Rebound might find herself the subject of a sick fascination. Dust shifts around, the figure disappearing, blinking off to the side in a crouch. A bone white face gives a mirthless smile.

    "Heeding advice, outsider, I'm going home."

    "They should have endured it on their own land. Why should we help them? WHy should we spend our resources? Ravnica is a city divided. We are a broken people -- and the Guildless have *no* voice on the Councils. No one represents us. Why should we care about them?" he ventures, and he steps forward, swinging the electrostaff through the air, thunder cracking and rain threatening above as the bolts strike the sheild!

Kirika (481) has posed:
    Oh. BAD MOVE. Kirika growls as her tail instantly tries to lash at the man attacking her back. She yanks her fingers free, before she uses her tail like a sentient vine of some sort, trying to wrap around the guy's wrist.

    Then she'll twist that guy's arm, intending to break it like celery, partially for the intimidation factor, partially because she has her hands full as it is. Her tail swaps the offending party across the face, hard enough to knock him away.

    Meanwhile, Kirika unsheathes her sword once again, beginning to swipe at the crowd shallowly, trying to keep the mob away.

Rhapsody (325) has posed:
    The former Boros member gives the woman and her child a nod. "You'll be safe, I promise ya that," she says before looking to the unruly mob and the forces trying to hold it all back. A gaze is sent over to the Steamcore weirds that seem unaffected by the things being thrown at them. The bright eyes slip again toward the mages being confronted, the words being hurled, and then close as she takes a breath. When she speaks again, some may think she could have been a drill sergeant in the Boros Legion.

    "PIPE DOWN YOU BLOWHARDS!" she roars first before continuing. "Ya all wanna rant'n rave about bein' Guildless? Guess what?" she points at the scratched out insignias, "I didn't CHOOSE ta be Guildless, but lookit me. I'm here, Guildless as some of ya! And guess what? I still have a place ta live, and a roof over my head! If'n you wanna yell 'bout it, yer wastin' your energy. How about tryin' to be CONSTRUCTIVE, eh? I helped build this place when I was still'n the Boros. Never've I seen such generosity from people that did'n have to give it to people that needed it more'n anyone! These people do plenty to provide for themselves and even sell things to Ravnica! They're makin' the whole city better! not worse! So, again, if'n you're gonna BITCH about bein guildless? Then go do somethin' about it rather than tryin' ta blame someone else for the choices ya made yerself! It is -not- hard to go to a guild district to join up! And if'n you don't wanna do that, some of the guilds will STILL letcha live in'em and give ya a job! Ya'all make me SICK with how lazy ya are!

Yuna Kagurazaka (385) has posed:
Ugh, thunder. Yuna cringes against the cracking noise, but still tries to block the descending staff, *and* to brace the bottom corner of her shield to ground out the lightning.

And this is the point at which her right hand is no longer empty: a flare of light leaves her holding a sleek yet bulky pistol, and she reaches around the edge of her kite shield, firing two quick blasts into her assailant's side: hopefully enough to disable him without doing permanent damage.

"Because the Namamurans are in exactly your same shoes," Yuna says - not sounding angry, just sad and maybe disappointed. If that was enough to knock the staff-wielder out, she'll ask Elner to teleport his unconscious form somewhere out of the way, and safe. With the ex-Boros sergeant(?) calling out the crowd, Yuna actually hopes her opponent is still conscious enough to listen to her.

Eve (857) has posed:
    It would be too easy for her to just take out her foe in a single swing. Such a shame... this mage isn't the only one who'd prefer the easy route. Eve doesn't relent however. Her warhammer bounces off the magical circle. She whirls with the rebound, adding the speed of her spin to a return blow from the opposite direction.

    The shield is a tough obstacle to overcome, Eve has no doubt. But once it's down, this mage won't have anything left to protect him. Not if she brings it down swiftly that is, without giving him time to cast another defensive magic. She just has to identify the limit of the circle and overcome it.

    If blunt force isn't enough, Eve can always switch. "Watery grave?" she glowers between swings. "You must mistake me for someone who can't swim." she says. Of course she knows that's not what he means. If she keeps him talking though, she can continue to gain insight on his skills. Already she knows he intends to use water magic of some kind. Either a blast of water, which might presumably lower the barrier, or some sort of water collection from outside the circle that would menace her in some other way. She's not likely to be so lucky that it's the first. If it is, one quick dodge and she'll have an opening. Otherwise, she keeps alert for the second attack while forming her weapon into a pointy trident. His own suggestion back at him... plus of course the trident has leverage and points with which she can try to penetrate his defensive barrier. If blunt force doesn't work, perhaps piercing weapons will!

Corona Arclite has posed:
Vulpine ears flick as a new voice enters the fray, Corona turning her head just enough to glance back behind them. A brow raises, not only at the angry woman storming into the fight, but at the sword carried upon her back.

There's something about that sword that makes her whiskers twitch, but Corona can't put a finger on it. And the middle of a riot isn't the place to sit and mull it over.

The moment of diverted attention still costs her, as a magical wind howls into being around her. Instinctively she throws up an gauntlet arm to shield her face, a reflex long honed by Brimsteel's sulfuric dust storms. It keeps her face covered, but doesn't do much against the chunks of garbage and other debris being flung into her by the wind spell. Spurred heels dig into the pavement, but it's not enough to keep the minature hurricane from slowly pushing her backwards while getting trash bombed.

Despite that, she still smirks a bit at the ex-Boros woman shouting from the back of the defenders. "Ah reckon ya should listen to what the woman's sayin'."

With a grunt Corona digs her boots in and leans forward a bit, reducing the amount of her body that is actually resisting the wind. It gives her enough of a footing to resist being shoved over entirely at least. A rather large chunk of masonary loosened in the fires is flung towards her by the wind, which Corona uses the reinforced guantlet to shield herself from.

Her other metal-clad paw dips under her poncho, as if reaching behind her. For the Breaker?

Or not, as its a different hammer she pulls out. The resonate one she uses for smashing rocks and other such things.

Ears twitch. Her spurrs clinking the ground trying to brace herself has given her all the feedback she needs. Corona twists as if to sidestep another piece of garbage, and drops down to slam the resonate hammer into the pavement. Cracks snake jaggededly from the impact point, past the wind and up under the mage's feet. Where the resonation caused the pavement to crumble beneath his weight and drop him into whatever is beneath the district. Hopefully a sewer or something similarly nasty.

"Don't worry! Ah'll fix that later!" Corona adds later, for the sake of the residents who might worry about how much she's breaking their home to protect it.

Rebound (750) has posed:
    "Oh no, I don't think so." Rebound says, as she points one of her gauntleted hands at the white faced, hooded guy, "You're going nowhere." She keeps her attention on him, finger pointed at him, "You're going to answer my questions, and then maybe walk on out of here."

    She's not showing it, but her legs are starting to tense in case he decides that he's going to attack, or run. she's going to try to be prepared either way.

Yunomi Stadler (272) has posed:
     No shock for the fox; the tail twists the guy's arm, there's a sickening snapping sound and he goes down, crying out.

    The sword comes out, and then someone else has also brought a sword to the magic fight. A massive man, with his hands wrapped around an equally massive sword. The steel sings, and as it sings there's a low moan of pain coming from it as he raises it with a feral smile. He has a long tattoo over his eye, covering swirled, broken, scarred skin.

    "Let's dance." he offers, and charges Kirika.

    The old woman and her grandson give a nod, and then jet as fast as they can away.

    The steamcores are unaffected by the rocks and chunks of wood? Fine.

    Someone lobs a ball of pure green mana at one of them. "HEY UGLY!" the mage calls out, her face pinched and her voice shrill, "YOUR GUILDMASTER IS A FAILURE! DROWN THE DRAGONS!"

    "I told you that was a TERRIBLE IDEA TO SAY THAT!" the common sense rabble rouser calls in frustration, who is actually listening to the Boros.

    "... well. There's quite a few leaders who are pointing out that if you want anything done, immediate action must be taken. If we don't fight for Ravnicans first, who will? Since we have no voice -- and most of us live in kinda remot areas and slums -- really there's only one or two guilds that even want us around..." he trails off, and then holds out a hand. "Quinn. Nice to meet you."

    THUNDER CRASH!

    The flare of light is noticed as the electro-staff weilding mage turns his gaze, expecting a knife but not getting a knife. That's not even close to a knife. A figure in a dark brown cloak appears on a rooftop, quietly watching but doing nothing for now.

    And he goes down. He coughs, sputtering, half awake but in a bad way, fighting th eblows -- and the staff is lying to the side, still humming!

    It would have been easy, but nothing worth doing is ever easy. The hammer bounces, and the mage gives a slimy grin -- and drops the shield -- and then Eve strikes true! The mage is caught, and sent against a wall as he breathes out in a guffaw of pain, the wind knocked out of him as he raises his hand as if to cast a spell --

    This one is a mental spell, blue mana, and it tries to manipulate Eve into thinking that she's surrounding by snarling, spectral hellbeasts, toothy maws open wide!

    \

     No shock for the fox; the tail twists the guy's arm, there's a sickening snapping sound and he goes down, crying out.

    The sword comes out, and then someone else has also brought a sword to the magic fight. A massive man, with his hands wrapped around an equally massive sword. The steel sings, and as it sings there's a low moan of pain coming from it as he raises it with a feral smile. He has a long tattoo over his eye, covering swirled, broken, scarred skin.

    "Let's dance." he offers, and charges Kirika.

    The old woman and her grandson give a nod, and then jet as fast as they can away.

    The steamcores are unaffected by the rocks and chunks of wood? Fine.

    Someone lobs a ball of pure green mana at one of them. "HEY UGLY!" the mage calls out, her face pinched and her voice shrill, "YOUR GUILDMASTER IS A FAILURE! DROWN THE DRAGONS!"

    "I told you that was a TERRIBLE IDEA TO SAY THAT!" the common sense rabble rouser calls in frustration, who is actually listening to the Boros.

    "... well. There's quite a few leaders who are pointing out that if you want anything done, immediate action must be taken. If we don't fight for Ravnicans first, who will? Since we have no voice -- and most of us live in kinda remot areas and slums -- really there's only one or two guilds that even want us around..." he trails off, and then holds out a hand. "Quinn. Nice to meet you."

    THUNDER CRASH!

    The flare of light is noticed as the electro-staff weilding mage turns his gaze, expecting a knife but not getting a knife. That's not even close to a knife. A figure in a dark brown cloak appears on a rooftop, quietly watching but doing nothing for now.

    And he goes down. He coughs, sputtering, half awake but in a bad way, fighting th eblows -- and the staff is lying to the side, still humming!

    It would have been easy, but nothing worth doing is ever easy. The hammer bounces, and the mage gives a slimy grin -- and drops the shield -- and then Eve strikes true! The mage is caught, and sent against a wall as he breathes out in a guffaw of pain, the wind knocked out of him as he raises his hand as if to cast a spell --

    This one is a mental spell, blue mana, and it tries to manipulate Eve into thinking that she's surrounding by snarling, spectral hellbeasts, toothy maws open wide!

    %Corona would find herself with the hammer in hand, and the cracks form a long, winding maw in the pavement as it crackles into being. The mage with the fan on high pauses, watching as the cracks form and then, with a Wilheim Scream, flals into the dark below! "AARUGH! IT SMELLS TERRIBLE DOWN HERE!"orona would find herself with the hammer in hand, and the cracks form a long, winding maw in the pavement as it crackles into being. The mage with the fan on high pauses, watching as the cracks form and then, with a Wilheim Scream, flals into the dark below! "AARUGH! IT SMELLS TERRIBLE DOWN HERE!"

Yunomi Stadler (272) has posed:
    \

    %Corona would find herself with the hammer in hand, and the cracks form a long, winding maw in the pavement as it crackles into being. The mage with the fan on high pauses, watching as the cracks form and then, with a Wilheim Scream, flals into the dark below! "AARUGH! IT SMELLS TERRIBLE DOWN HERE!"orona would find herself with the hammer in hand, and the cracks form a long, winding maw in the pavement as it crackles into being. The mage with the fan on high pauses, watching as the cracks form and then, with a Wilheim Scream, flals into the dark below! "AARUGH! IT SMELLS TERRIBLE DOWN HERE!"

Kirika (481) has posed:
    Kirika snarls a -very- inhuman snarl, one more akin to an actual fox, as she and the swordsman square off. "/Gladly/." She hisses, before she brandishes her katana with both hands.

    She charges, her sword raised high as she slashes down upon the massive brute.

    Now it's a real duel, one Kirika hasn't had in a long time, not since Kagenashi. She can't help but wonder if this was the sort of thing sensei dealt with back in his heyday.

Yuna Kagurazaka (385) has posed:
Rather than 'finishing off' her opponent, Yuna fires a series of energy bolts at the fallen staff, trying to wreck it to the point it stops looking like more than a piece (or several pieces) of wood - finishing off his *weapon* instead of *him*.

Then she actually tries to help her opponent back up, dismissing her weapon and offering him a hand. "So are you going to help solve your problems *and* the Namamurans' problems, given how closely related they are," she asks (loudly enough to be heard over the fray) with a nod towards the former Boros sergeant lady, "or are you just going to keep making things worse for everybody?" She's keenly aware of Eve potentially needing help, but leaving her foe half-conscious and sprawled on the ground in a riot situation means leaving him in severe danger of his life. If she can put this guy to work helping defuse the tensions instead of ratcheting them up, that'd be the best solution, right?

Corona Arclite has posed:
"Serves ya right," Corona replies to the screams from down below with a smirk. "All shit ends up in the sewer event'ally."

One-liners aside, there's still plenty of riot to go around, regardless if they're being routed out or not. Corona puts the hammer back on her belt, and almost casually ambles across the streets turned battleground.

Kirika had herself a real duel with the other swordsman. But even if they were keeping a distance from the kitsune's blade, Corona's seen enough big brawls to know any one of 'em could decide to not honor a fair duel at any moment.

So the grey vixen saunters up behind the gathering, tossing her arms over two shoulders like she was one of the group and sticks her head between them. "Ah think he picked the wrong bitch to piss off."

Her drawl probably gets an odd look from the two. But it's at the same moment that Corona stands up, grabs each on the side of the head with her large gauntlets, and goes to smack the two noggins together. "Buncha knuckle heads."

Rhapsody (325) has posed:
    After speaking her peace, the woman heaves another breath, glaring at the mob as if to say 'come at me with whatever you got, words or weapons, I don't care'. Her eyes turn up toward the Weirds as someone hurls a green manablast at one. Thankfully, with Melek and other magewrights in the area, the blasted weird tumbles off the building, but is quickly tended to by the other personel in the area.

    Addressed by this 'Quinn', the former Boros member turns back to him and the other one arguing his point. "Not true. The Boros will accept those willing to serve, the Izzet will accept those willing to experiment, the Selesnyans will accept the desperate, and the Simic will accept those willing to care for others Hell even the Orzhova will accept ya if you just wanna sell somethin. You simply have to -talk- to the guilds, not assume they do not want you. And goin even further? The Rakdos will accept new members if you like fighting enough," she smirks, clears her throat, and just spits on the ground to her side. "Hate the bastids, but they'd still take people in. Any of the guilds will, you just gotta go in knowin what you -want-. Visit a damn recruitment hall near the Council Tower. Ya may be surprised by whatcha find."

    Finally she turns to Quinn fully, accepting his handshake with a firm one of her own. "Skara Sparkblade. Former sergeant in the Legion, discharged on 'Refusin to obey orders'. Feh. Screw'm. Anyway, ya realize, most Guild membership comes with housin, right? You can get right outta the slums if you just pick one, Quinn. And as for fightin' for this city? You realize what's out there, right? Multiverse has been affectin' us for a decade, now. S'no way we can just shell up'n keep everyone out. We're part of a much bigger world. And iffin you fergot, the Union's helped the city on -four- different occasions. Don'tcha think that means enough?"

Eve (857) has posed:
    Barrier magic, Eve's familiar with. She can plan around it, come up with alternatives, look for openings. She can recognize the power from her readings, and can easily come up with multiple counters and rank them on likelihood, speed of effect, and potential for ending a fight in a single blow.

    Turns out her initial idea was a good one. The defense was temporary, and Eve's agility let her strike true far faster than the mage had expected. She had no need to manifest a trident, no need to bypass a watery attack, no need to attempt to vault over an invisible barrier. Simple is sometimes best really, as the speed of the attack prevented her foe from bringing up another defense right way.

    The counterattack, however, wasn't something Eve had expected. It's not something easy or obvious that she's fought against before. If she recognized it as a mental illusion she'd have sure knowledge of how to overcome it, but her inexperience shows. She has no measure for this attack beyond the obvious, and she's well aware some mages can summon nightmarish hellbeasts! She whirls defensively, blocking phantom attacks with her shield, and shrinking her warhammer into a faster, deadlier sword. She's going to need the faster weapon, both to defend and to attack hellbeasts with.

    The mage is not forgotten, not yet. Though he can summon phantoms, he isn't making himself invisible or encouraging Eve to forget him. The obvious answer to defeating the swarm of phantasms is to take out the summoner, so she turns her frenzied defense to a purpose. She dodges and whirls closer to the mage with each pass, not trying to destroy the phantasms but simply seeking to withstand them. Her sword is a menace, able to strike out at some slight range beyond her defense, and she uses it to try to cut her way through. Should she be able to beat the phantoms enough to get close enough to the mage, she'll introduce him to her shield. The sword is a menacing weapon, but Eve's not about to kill this guy. No, the sword's the active threat. The distraction from some potentially massive blunt trauma coming in from her left.

Yunomi Stadler (272) has posed:
    There is the sound of swords caught in the air, steel on steel as the other swordsman catches and delects the blow. He exhales, and then readies for a carge of his own. There's the whisper of warnings int he air, giving contrasticing directions -- jump back! Look out! Duck! Feingt right! Dodge left! -- as the blade comes singing after Kirika.

    The staff is wrecked, nerds. As Yuna turns to help the other mage up, though, there's a crackling, wicked sound, and the wrecked staff overloads! Seems it MIGHt have bene built by someone with Izzet tendencies! The staff explodes, forming a shockwave that knocks over the prone mage as he cries out, his mantle on fire! "AGH! I'M ON FIRE!" he cries out.

    With that one liner neatly in hand (and hopefully no other crappy puns to be had ... except that one), two mages who had been considering plans of attack pause, and look at Corona before their heads bonk with the sound of wet bowling balls. What a buncha maroons.

    "... that... that's not what we were told." Quinn states -- and the good Boros woman may realize that most of these Guildless are young. Maybe fifteen to twenty in age. Hardly any older than the Guildmaster of the Izzet would seem to be. He turns into the crowd, as if searching for someone. "Hey -- HEY! Did anyone here know that if you went to a Guild and asked nicely they'd probably let you join?" he calls out. A few of the other kids, largely mages, turn and... glance at one another.

     The blue and black hooded man draws closer to the side when there's a shadow in the flash of lightning, and he turns to watch as Rebound descends -- and Rebound might find herself the subject of a sick fascination. Dust shifts around, the figure disappearing, blinking off to the side in a crouch. A bone white face gives a mirthless smile.

    "Heeding advice, outsider, I'm going home."

    And the blue-and-black hooded figure gives a toothy grin, raises his hands and tries to sap the life right out of Rebound!

Yunomi Stadler (272) has posed:
    THe phantasms snarl, and snap, and drool phantasmagoria at Eve, her weapons pass through them! The creatures begin to circle her as the mage keeps his eyes on her, hand raised, blue mana slowly dripping like water from his hand as he eases backwards and away from the group.

Rhapsody (325) has posed:
    Skara absolutley notices the ages here. Still, to see that her words are actually REACHING them says a lot. "Who told you this?" she asks, voice still firm as her hands clench at her sides. She has a good idea who could be, but wasn't going to say it out loud. The thought of Dimir still roaming about, spreading lies, is a fact of Ravnica. "Trust me, kid. You go ask, you go get recruited, you'll be fine. S'how I joined up. Just a guildless cause my parents were that way when I was born. Boros were happy ta have me. You spread them words, 'aight? I gotta go knock some of these jokers' heads 'round for tellin' ya those lies." Unless she's stopped by Quinn, Skara would march off in the direction of a certain kangaroo. Spotting those Blue and Black colors? One hand slowly starts to reach behind her for the hilt of that fine looking sword. She breaks into a run when the tendrils reach out for Rebound, "Oh no ya don't!" Sliiice! For the spell, not the Dimir. "GET'M BEFORE THEY GET GOIN!"

Kirika (481) has posed:
    Swords clash, and Kirika exchanges blow after blow with the brutish swordsman. "Why do you persist?! Why do you refuse to help yourself, only hurt others to ignore your own failings?" She roars, dodging and slashing as she uses mobility and speed to evade her opponent's attacks.

    "Do you truly feel there is little option left? Are you afraid?" Her questions are as fierce and numerous as her attacks, as she and the swordsman square off, the kitsune leaping and dishing out a slash and kick at the larger man.

Yuna Kagurazaka (385) has posed:
If Yuna had expected it to blow up like THAT, she would have had Shugoseiheki between herself (and him) and the staff; as it is, though, she was more worried about the remaining rioters, and the blast knocks her over - with the kite shield acting almost like an anchor, weighing her left arm down.

She's quick enough to dismiss Shugoseiheki, though, and scrambles back to her feet, trying to pull her erstwhile opponent's cloak off and swing the burning part through one of the blue, dripping phantoms which are menacing Eve. Her first thought is that the water elemental will help quench the flames - maybe damaging the cloth, hopefully not .... but if she can lend Eve a potentially much-needed hand at the same time? All the better; from what little she could see, Eve was holding her own but hadn't quite found a chance to gain the upper hand on her opponent.

Rebound (750) has posed:
    As the spell begins to come towards her, Rebound takes a step back. She's not sure how to fight magic. But it seems she doesn't have to, because somebody rushes in and cuts the spell out of the air. Well who knew you could do that?

    "Okay. My turn, creep." Planting her right foot, Rebound shoves off, throwing herself through the air, right past Skara, and sailing towards the blue and black clad man.

    She ducks low, aiming to take out of of his legs with a swift kick, and knock him to the ground. Once she gets him down, she'll roll on top and try to pin his arms, so he can't cast any more spells.

Eve (857) has posed:
    Eve's only momentarily dismayed when her nanoblade fails to do anything to the phantasm. It takes but moments for her to figure it out. She's not sure if the beasts are simply illusion or just not material enough to be harmed. In the end it doesn't matter. If they can't be hurt, she reasons, they can't really do any serious harm to her now can they? Her weapon, after all, is a part of her. Anything that can't affect it probably can't affect the rest of her.

    It's perhaps not the most compelling logic. Many things can hurt living flesh while leaving not a scratch on metal. But Eve's seen what she needs to, and makes a snap decision. Were she the sort of girl to grin, she'd be grinning now. Instead her lips press tightly together, a scowl of concentration as much as of annoyance, and she bursts into a flat-out run ducked low and close under her shield.

    She sees Yuna coming to help, and can't help but feel a rush of gratitude. She'd be annoyed at others for interfering in her fight, but she can't be annoyed here. Besides the goal isn't to beat people up, it's to save innocents. This foolish mage is simply in the way. Eve roars a high battlecry, loud only in comparison to her normal quiet voice. She spins, bringing her sword around in a gleaming backhand arc. And.... pulls back, continuing the spin. A feint. She comes around instead, leading this time with the flat of her shield like a punching giant. Okay well, not really like a giant. She lacks the mass to do that, but she makes up for the lack of mass with excessive speed. The spread-out surface of the shield just helps to make sure the blow hits and that it won't utterly crush whatever it hits. She's going for battered and dazed here, not broken or crumpled.

Corona Arclite has posed:
There's no question that Kirika has this fight well in hand. Corona was just making sure a couple of bozos don't butt in and ruin the duel between two skilled swordfighters. There's a few clangs as she dusts her gauntlets off against each other, then turns to the rest of the group still loitering around the duel.

"As fer the rest of you." Corona rests one gauntlet clad paw on her hip, and manages a pretty imposing stern look despite her lithe stature. Maybe it's unusual orange color of her eyes. Or maybe it's the hat. Or the poncho. "Ah reckon y'all should start listenin' to what that lady o'er yonder has been sayin'. Y'know the sayin' about oppritunity knockin'?"

Corona makes a grand sweeping away gesture with other arm. "Complete piddly squat. Oppritunity don't just happen. Ya go and -make- it happen." The turns to level a metallic finger at the group. "So stop sittin' in the sticks, throwin' pity parties fer yerself and pointin' blame at others. Y'all all wanna make better of yerselves? She just told ya were to go. So go, find your oppritunity."

And clamps the outstretched hand in a grasping motion. "And ya SEIZE it."

Merlin (639) has posed:
    Meanwhile, in Dun Realtai, the maids and cooks wonder just how long that great white dragon is going to be lurking in the keep. She'd appeared as a human girl - the 'she' only a guess because of that - but then had been...restored? It isn't known. Only a very few had entered, even now finding the great creature sleeping fitfully. But they were brave...knowing and reminding each other of their Steward's Lady, and the rumors that the flaxen-haired swordswoman was descended of dragns as well. At the very least, the white dragon - named by Bedivere as 'Rhapsody,' a curiously musical name for such a great creature - in the keep had been hungry, the plate cleared each time. It just ... seems to be nearly hibernating in sorrow.

    Or maybe Merlin's just lazy and enjoying the quiet attention and all the free food.

Yunomi Stadler (272) has posed:
    The ages of everyone around are young -- except for the three wearing blue and black.

    Or was it four? Hrm. The figure at the rooftop in the brown wraps their cloak around themselves a little tighter, as if cold. Quinn, meanwhile, gives a nod and hurries off to the side, planting whispers in other's ears.

    The huge man with the sword catches and aparries back Kirika's blows, one by one, seemingly on equal footing, if defensive.

    "What other options are there? To be taken over? By OUTSIDERS? We have enough of a culture war here, we don't need anyone else!" he protests as he slices, dices, and attempts to make jullienne fries out of the fox!

    Yuna has a bright idea, but the phantasmal hounds are precisely that -- phantasmal! They do nothing except make a lot of noise and take hits, and once the owner turns and makes a run for it, they disappear in a puff of mana and smoke.

    The man narrows his eyes, pale face forming a growl as Rebound ducks low and he leaps up off the ground, avoiding the kick. Apparently he can not only cast, he can move too. He withdraws a dagger, holding it in a moderately loose grip and steps into the kangaroo's hitbox, looking to slash across her front! "Should have listened and stayed away!"

    Eve has the right of it -- they're not real. The mage is trying to get away and he's lead into the feint, his body tilting slightly until he's hit, and he trips, falling forward, scraping against the cobbles in the Namamura District's road. He gives a soft cry, one of his hands hanging at the /wrong/ angle for a hand.

    Some of the group appear to listen.

    And some of the group get darker expressions.

    "We are seizing our opportunity." one of the young women say as she draws up her hand, and green mana crackles against her as she summons creatures to her aid.

    From all around, every street there begins a low chittering, the pitter-pat of tiny feet. The chittering of teeth on teeth, on wood, on bone. The remaining few curious Namamura Refugees hurry into their homes as the green mage's other hands rise up.

    And the summon is complete. Guildless who have fallen by the wayside begin to scream as their ankles are viciously attacked, ever-growing teeth gnawing, little ears flicking and fluffy tails following behind as one of the most damning thing a green mage can summon makes their way into the district and begins to viciously, voraciously CHEW.

    Literally, thousands of squirrels.

Kirika (481) has posed:
    "They have no interest in conquest, they are refugees from a world conquered by invaders! THEY HAD NOWHERE TO GO!" Kirika's not even trying to be restrained now, as she presses the assault further. "RAVINCA WELCOMED THEM WITH OPEN ARMS, NOW YOU SEEK TO DRIVE THEM AWAY! You are no better than the traitor guardian Yunomi, in that regard, and -that- is beyond forgiveness." She snarls, before her hand burns with holy flames.

    She sends said flames towards the swordsman, aiming right for the face like she was throwing sand in his eyes. It's not gonna end well for him at all, and she aims to slash at one of his legs with a fierce strike, swift like the most biting of winds.

Rhapsody (325) has posed:
    The hooded figure assaulting Rebound has more than just the mutant to deal with. When they move to attack, Skara puts the sword away, returning to just their fists. As she stomps forward, the woman hauls back and looks to deck Dimir-Apparent mage, partly expecting to miss, but satisified if they feel flesh and/or bone against their first.

    About now, people start to panic about something behind her. A glance is sent toward Rebound, hoping the kangaroo can capture the agent before turning fully to the Squirrelmagedon. "... That's a problem.."

    The stampede of critters causes the Gelectrode Weirds to move into action at the command of Malek. A dozen move to make a wall of weirds, and then they drive their hands down, looking to put an electrical charge into the ground, enough to stun, but not to kill, humans and other bipeds. The squirrels may have other issues, however. If the Gelectrodes have enough power to stop the critterpocolypse, however, is a question Malek and one other isn't certain of.

Eve (857) has posed:
    Though softhearted in some ways, Eve has pretty much zero sympathy for this mage she just injured. Broken bones heal, and he made his case quite clearly when he said he'd willingly kill children. The only things Eve truly regrets are those which can never be undone.

    This mage seems to be out of it though, or at least to have more on his mind than killing innocents. The ... squirrels though, that's another matter. Squirrels... seriously. Eve emits a long-suffering sigh and heads towards the thick of things, shifting the mass of her nanoshield into high-necked metal shit-kicker boots and turning her weapon slowly into a long, sturdy broom with which to swat rodents. This is... going to get ugly.

Rebound (750) has posed:
    Okay, the guy has a dagger. Rebound can deal with a dagger. It's easier to deal with than magic, "I got this." She shifts her weight as he goes to try to slash at her, moving to grab the dagger out of his hands as he comes in on her.

    She has her gauntleted hands to keep her safe from the blade. If she can actually grab the blade with one hand, she'll bring her other around in a hook to strike the guy trying to slash her, "Alright asshole, I just wanted you to answer some questions, but now I've decided to just beat the answers out of you!" She doesn't even have any questions to ask though, so she's just hitting him to hit him

Corona Arclite has posed:
Corona Arclite's ears flick back upright at the sound of chittering and pattering paws. Which is followed by a long sigh as she rubs a gauntleted hand down her face as she realizes what the sounds are similar to. They sound like the argopelters back home. Which are basically giant squirrels that hide in tries and throw things like nuts and splinter branches at predators. Or unwary lumberjacks.

These squirrels seem to be more the bitey chewy kind, but it's still enough of a similarity to make Corona's tail bristle from the shiver down her spine. "Oh y'all got to be kiddin' me. This ain't seizin' nuttin', this is just spreadin' chaos." Cute fluffy chaos, but chaos none the less.

Corona shuffles under her poncho, this time pulling out the squared-horseshoe shape of her matter manipulator. She flicks it on, and pulls out a bundle of spheroids from it's subdimensional storage. Grenades? Definately look like grenades.

Fortunately, this is Corona having prepared for non-lethal measures. She lobs one towards the nearest cluster of squirrels, but instead of explosions it detonates in a spray of adhesive gunk that'll trap any critter it gets stuck to without actually hurting it much. If only so they can be gathered up and tossed back to the wild later.

For good measure she also tosses one of the adhesive grenades at the mage that summoned them to keep her from doing it -again-.

Yuna Kagurazaka (385) has posed:
Normally, Yuna doesn't really have a problem with squirrels .... but that's a *LOT* of squirrels running around all of a sudden, and not only did they come out of nowhere, but she can't even be sure what they're chewing on - the Guildless, of course, but are they chewing on the buildings of the Namamura District as well? Or anything or anyone else?

It's a good time to be airborne, Yuna decides. With that, Elner calls Erina in, and the purple-and-white android flies down to Yuna; one transformation sequence later, Yuna is in Flight Form and takes to the air, looking towards the squirrels' summoners. "Call them off," Yuna tells them. "I don't know what you summoned the squirrel swarm for, but call them off before people start getting hurt worse than they already have been."

Ijiwaru (1037) has posed:
    What's glad in gray, and sucks all the fun out of a room? No matter if they're in the council chambers, in their apartments or homes, no matter where,

    Oh yes, the Magic-Eaters.

    In paticular, a cell of them begins to make its way through the crowd, absorbing the ambient magic. Fireballs fizzle to lighter fires. LIghtning to sparks as the dampening effect takes place, and in the midst of them, with a huge, bright smirk, is Ijiwaru.

    THe guildless mages on the outskirts, towards the combatants are still at full power, of course as some of the cell begin to move through the crowds with ruthlessness, knocking people taken by surprise when their magic ceases to work out with blows to the back of their heads. Ijiwaru, meanwhile, just calmly stands at the center, leaning on a cane.

    He is also baring a sword.

Yunomi Stadler (272) has posed:
    OH GOD SQUIRRELS EVERYWHERE. This was the best/worst idea, and the figure in brown at the top of the building appears to be keeping everything under a watchful eye, until the magic eaters arrive.

    The figure turns and disappears off the rooftop, hopping down towards the back before anyone could see them.

    The fire from Kirika's holy blows strikes at the swordsman. He gives a harsh cry and falls, the slash at his leg nearly separating knee from long bone. The squirrels are flattened, electroducted rerouted, and generally taken care of.

    TWo of the three hooded figures are captured, one disappearing into the crowds that try to flee from the squirrels, squirrles trying to get in everywhere. People are trying to sweep them out of houses! Out of weirds! Out of their pants!

    THe Chitterpocalypse continues around them, though when the magically summoned squirrles approach the magic eaters, they all begin to chitter even louder, and retreat.

Rhapsody (325) has posed:
    As the weirds line up, and the other fighters begin to deal with the squirrley mob, Skara just squints at everyone that has shown up to assist the Namamura district. So much for punching some Dimir in the face. It's the louder chittering that draws the former Boros Agent's attention. Slowly she turns, sees the issue, sees the magic eaters, and then sees the man with the blade. For a long moment the former Sergeant just glares, but after another moment or two, she starts to march in his general direction.

    A new face in the Namamura District, completely unaware of the situation at large, once close enough, she actually reaches out to offer her hand to shake. "Lucky ya came, there, sir. I think them squirrles woulda been a -massive- issue, speakin' as a former Boros Legionare. Squirrels? Generally harmless. Mobs of them? Far worse, 'specially when summoned. Skara Sparkblade. And you are?"

Ijiwaru (1037) has posed:
    "Ijiwaru, madam Sparkblade... please, forgive me for not shaking hands; my culture has slightly different ways." He gives a sweet smile, and bows to the good lady. "And I tend to be hazardous for the health of the magical." he states regretably. He looks over the other gathered combatants, and gives a small sigh. "Though I'm afraid aiding in this fight has thrown me off my true quarry... she seems to have left the area again. Disappointing... oh, well. No bother. I'm glad we were able to help." he gives a sweet smile to Sparkblade, pouring on the charm.

    He's not really expecting anyone else to make their way up to him.

Yuna Kagurazaka (385) has posed:
Yuna stays airborne, scowling as she sees the Magic-Eaters coming in. Exactly what Ijiwaru is doing *here*, she doesn't care to guess - but she's giving him and his 'tribe' a very wide berth. Let *them* deal with the squirrels for all she cares; the summoners seem to have bolted, as best she could see. If they were arrested by somebody, great; if they fled, not so great - but things seem to be settling down, and THAT is the important thing.

With things apparently settling down, Yuna descends to see what shape the Namamura District is in - helping make sure nobody got buried under any collapsed buildings, things like that. If she needs to help with some heavy lifting, it's not that hard for her to switch to Powered Form - she can just have Jiina combine with her battlesuit in Erina's place.

Rebound (750) has posed:
    With her guy disarmed and taken into custody, Rebound heads back over to where that woman who helped her was. Of course as she approaches, she does spot Ijiwaru as well. The kangaroo frowns a little bit, "What the hell are you doing here? I don't see any fancy suit stores around here."

Rhapsody (325) has posed:
    "Oh, yeah, I suppose that would be a kinda issue, wouldn't it?" She takes a step back, offers a haphazard bow of her own, and speaks again once she's straight again. "I recently moved into the area, actually helped build it a bit back when I was still in the Legion. I was lucky enough to find a little place near the back, over there," she makes a motion with a hand, "Though I kinda kicked out the door cause these Guildless folk wanna go 'round blamin' other folks for their own shortcomings. Was able to talk a few down. The rest.. well," she glances over with a smile, "They were handled. Thankfully. I only know a little 'bout what's going on around here. Sorry whoever yer after got away." A glance is given Rebound, "Ya do realize he helped us, right?"

Ijiwaru (1037) has posed:
    "It would be, it's quite unfortunate in fact." The magic eater pauses, and then leans back, motioning towards the hovel, and a few other fo his team give nods, then he offers a slitehring smile.

    "My good lady, we are going to be aiding in the recovery of this district -- if you would like, we do have spare quarters elsehwere in the city."

Rebound (750) has posed:
The kangaroo frowns a little bit as she looks at the man and his suit. Well she can't do what she was thinking when he's got a lot of people around him and, honestly, isn't doing anything wrong. She does look to Skara, "Yeah, fine. He helped." She says, "But I still don't trust him."

Rhapsody (325) has posed:
    "I appreciate that, Sir Ijiwaru, but I kinda like the folk around here. I'll be fine right where'm at. What exactly are you goin' to be doin, anyway? The place is secure, now, ain't it?" She points at the weirds, the other magewrights, and the Union folk that showed up. "S'all good, now, or'm I missin' something?" Then to Rebound, "Eh, it happens. Don't worry about it, eh? Lets just clean this place up. The folks are gonna need a few extra hands to deal with the aftermath."

Ijiwaru (1037) has posed:
    Ijiwaru turns to Rebound, and gives a bow. "Then you are wiser than some, my friend, but perhaps less wise than others. I am bound by the Ravnican council, my word is true and I have been perfectly transparanet. It is unfortunate that you do not beleive me." Ijiwaru gives a small shrug of his shoulders, and turns back to the lovely Boros member. "Well, if ever you need me," he states, and produces a business card, bowing and offering it with both hands. "My card. Simply tap it twice... I should pick it up." he gives a small smile.

Rhapsody (325) has posed:
    After accepting the card, the woman reads it over, flips it over, then pockets it, "Appreciate it. I'll keep it in mind. Thank ya kindly. Have a good night, you too," she says first to Ijiwaru, then to Rebound, before wandering off to that little shack. Once inside, she actually tugs the door up, wrestles with it a moment, and once it is in place, all's quiet.

    Inside, however, the card is set on a small table before armor is removed and she flops over onto the matress. . . . in a few hours, after everything calms down, her and the bluish shadow in the corner would simply vanish from the place, card still there. Clearly this woman also had a few other things to do elsewhere...