Are you afraid of the Darksoul? [Part 2]

[birthmural]

[[OOC: This right here is required reading if you're going to tag. OOC organization is here

For too long the firstborn son of Satan's demonic soul had been trapped, denied his rightful control over Daimon's body. Now, thanks to Mei-Xing, he was finally free. The next course of action was obvious- he would have to take control of one of the beings on this ship. He could start with the vulnerable and move on to the more powerful. He had to act fast before that fool recovered. Fortunately he needn't go very far. The city was full of potential victims.

Now, now. Who to possess first?

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[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

"Totally @#$#&*% up her #$&%?" was offered in a voice that sounded near-innocent.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Huh," Zetta said, momentarily startled. "I didn't know you knew those words."

Uh, back to cold rage.

"So. Suddenly you get a trickle of power from somewhere and think you're the big man, huh?"

[astridhofferson.livejournal.com]

Putting away her comm, Astrid blinked at Zetta. Oh him. Did he see her message, then? --Hey, just the distraction she could use!

Astrid was determined to get this finished before the exorcists arrived, anyway.

"Book, can you make sure nothing happens to Ruff? I'm going to be busy here." A spanking is in order.

Now down to business.

The little distinction she caught earlier relieved her, though she didn't understand it either. When the blast of fire soared past her, even at that proximity, it wasn't severely hot. And when you've been promoted to fire patrol, extinguishing the scorching flames of so many winged beasts on a regular basis night raid after night raid, you tend to know how hot fire truly can be.

Astrid frowned. "I'm a little disappointed you won't be able to scar me after all, Hiccup," she grumbled, unhooking the pouch at her hip and dropping it near her axe.

Next, her hands were occupied with her skirt, taking it off her body. But don't get too excited, dark!Hiccup.

Mindful of the spikes, she begins slipping her left arm through the bottom opening, her left hand coming out at the thick waistband, grasping the band and holding the piece of battle-wear steady on her arm, creating something close in the same vein as a spiked leather gauntlet, but not, as most of the outer layers hung off her arm like a sadistic veil.

It's slightly heavy, but she has it on her good shield arm, so thankfully it won't restrict her movement much at all. It will have to do.

Another sigh and Astrid closed her eyes. "Now, I just can't believe how easy this will be."

Her eyes snapped open and she rushed him.

[ruffntumblenut.livejournal.com]

Ruffnut was on the ground after that last blast of soulfire. All things considered she should have been able to get up after a hit like that but her body just wasn't co-operating with her.

As Zetta arrived she found she could only stare dumbly up at him, actually he'd probably approve of what she'd just done so he'd be no help to her at this time.

Gods could you be any more pathetic? Her vision went hazy again and re focused, head pounding painfully with her brothers voice cursing her out. Seriously you are like the worst viking ever. I wonder if Mom and dad would have let me trade you for a goat or something. I bet I could teach it to fight.

Ignoring how frightfully clear her imagination was becoming it took all her mental effort to return to the moment at hand. Astrid was smiling. Good...good that meant she had a plan. Astrid was smart like that. Always had been. As Astrid rushed forward to meet Hiccup Ruffnut's contribution was a half hearted kick at his still flesh leg. Hopefully that'd make sure he couldn't dodge.

...or he'd dodge just fine and then blast her to bits for being such a horrible disloyal comrade in arms. Whatever.

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Here was the problem--even with power, taking them both down with his bare hands? Not easy. They were Vikings after all. And the body was still weak.

Ruffnut managed to get him off balance, and Astrid bowled him right over, slamming him into the ground.

Hiccup snarled at them both, pinned by Astrid, struggling to get his hands up so he could blast them.

"Primitive fools! You think you can save him? I'll devour your souls!"

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Ruffnut," the Overlord said -- not in his usual smug tones, or his snarl, or his indignant rage, or -- well, the Overlord sure had a lot of vocal expressions, but this was a new one. Calm and hard and absolute. "Stand down."

The minion advanced slowly, then set the book down seemingly in midair. Around it, with its rage, power began to build. Not directed, nor focused, nor for a purpose -- just the mana power of the strongest being in the cosmos, unchecked, like a stuffy aura.

"Devour souls?" the book demanded softly. "You don't have the power. You don't have the strength. For all that fire and crap you're flinging around, you're still nothing."

Either the Overlord is attempting to infuriate the darksoul, making himself rather than the girls a target and possibly leading it to make a mistake... or he's just mocking Hiccup.