Up by the clocks (Lightning)

● Make my wish come true...
let darkness slip aside

As she was now Lightning found herself, once again, on a journey. Though this time it was one of her own decision. The world had began to show signs of change, but not in the natural course that chance should occur. While Nova still struggled to get back on its feet and learn to live in a world with under its own power and without the interference of gods and other outside forces, but in the past few months one of the armies had gained advantage. The leader of the para-military had been close to losing his position due in part to losing a great portion of territory to the opposing group. Now Lightning did not much keep up with who was who and their squabbles so long as it stayed out of the major cities where her friends and family lived. But word soon reached even her ears of a great being that descended from the heavens and granted them a great power. She could not find much more evidence than that, until one day...


Well it eventually led her here. To this world beyond the Crux. She still had her powers. She was still the god of death, but how could she forfeit her role when indeed her people … her world, had naught but Chaos to watch over them? She had to ensure it remained apart and that those who became lost could find their way back into the stream. This world was not unlike her old one. The great towers and gleaming bell that dictated the coming days, chiming in the time as they stood over the streets as a reminder… a testament to their slavery to its bindings. The woman was dressed in soldier’s armor. Gleaming silver plate metal sat decorated with a feathered subligar. Gold edges that pierced the silver tint of the cuirass led one to wonder her rank and role. It was not common for women to take up a soldier’s mantle in this world, but when they did they forsook their role as a woman: as a mother, as a nun, as a peasant and became a servant to the crown. But Lightning? Lightning was no one’s slave. She was the reaper come to find what is it that led her to this world.

She was knelt before the altar with her blade in hand and her round shield on her back. She held her hands on the blade’s hilt, the flat of the sword presented to the spirit of their god. She prayed, called to them and asked for guidance in this world. It would do no right for a reaper to interfere with another world. Many seemed to leave her be: a knight praying for all the souls they have likely taken from this world, or praying for their blade to strike true… But her prayers were disrupted by the sounds of distress from the streets. It seemed trouble had already found her. So this was her sign… huh?

“Well, I suppose it couldn’t go on forever.” She bitterly mused before pushing to stand, her body shifting with no loss of mobility, despite the plate armor. With her blade held out to her side she prepared for whatever would come. “Causing such a disturbance in a sacred place… have you no heart?” Little aware of her choice of words.

● Make my wish come true...
let darkness slip aside

Light walked with purpose and grace. Her movements could be compared to a fae’s we're one so generous. Pale skin despite her life outdoors and a body fit for a princess more so than a warrior was known to be blessed with. She was otherworldly in her grace yet seemed an average human by the curls in her hair and hope in her eyes. Hope was a feature prominent in mortals, those who still saw.reason to fight and way to succeed. Despair was another attribute mortals were wont to suffer in absence of hope. It was an emotion that so deeply scarred, one could lose their body and hearts never to return. But despite the mortal hope in her heart, this woman seemed to carry a confidence that affirmed her loss of mortality. She was above them, yet she has to have fallen so far below to reach where she stood.

….with wings….

[Heartless]. The word was spoken clear as day, but it was not one she could recognize. Raising her head she did so in a show of confidence rather than disdain for the woman before her. There was something about her that seemed out of place, that made her uneasy. She was far from afraid but she felt as if she needed to mourn this woman. It seems she has lost much too. But what? Light parted her jaws to avoid clenching them in the tense situation. Her brows knitted lightly at the insulting curse from the silver haired dame. Idiot? Though Light did not allow it to distress her there was a sense of provocation to the slur. Had she reacted it would have painted her as someone was always ready to fight. It was not a wrong assumption for the warrior goddess, but too it was a side of her she could not pleasantly display.

“How pitiable...” Light regretted. She had been like this long ago. “It is sacred and as much as it is sad humans depend on God's to do their work for them… they do exist...” She gripped her blade, Silv’s raised.voice showing her aggression clearly. “But it does not make them filth!” When Silv charge Light only had time to raise her blade and Guard against the woman's assault. The light attack was completely nullified by the by the defensive stance, the second one also hitting her blade with a focused force, causing it to spark lightly against the gunblade’s glistening surface..

Anything heavier would have been able to break through…

Light looked up over her blade which she had pulled in front of her to defend. With her right hand on the hilt and her left gauntlet against the blade she was fully guarded from impending attacks. Silv finally backed away and allowed Lightning breathing room, but it was obvious in that assault the woman was lashing out, really no sense to her actions beyond anger. She exhaled, sucking at her teeth with a tsk. Individuals such as this we're always troublesome. She couldn't fight in such a place. While she had her own views on just where god's belonged in a human’s life she knew that these people still lives and still struggled. It would do no good for her to interfere. Lighting closed her eyes, her bangs curtaining over her eyes. She took in another breath and focused on Silv. The woman assessed the situation an old read the clear disadvantages where she stood. So long as she protected this place… she had something to lose. Raising her blade the weapon rattled with weight. The targe on her right arm seemed to give off a glow.

She rest her hand over it, silencing the energy. She raised her brows and chuckled dryly as she slowly marched toward Silv. “I suppose you leave me no choice.” She submitted.

It was either suffer a loss or fight irresponsibly. She would rather stay her hand when it came to the undies harm of others. She stopped her armored heel sliding against the marble ground. “We fight!” She charged Silv!

Pulling all of her strength into her assault the woman leapt toward the Heartless in a full linge. With her blade at the ready she moved in to attempt and strike Silv before kicking off the ground and dashing towards another blindspot to slash against the provoked Heartless. Strike after strike Lightning put her all into the counter attack becoming a veritable Army of One in order to depose the maiden's attitude toward her target. She hoped a prolonged fight could be avoided.

Just long enough to…

Just enough to… “You’re unwelcome here.” She imposed, words heavy and with deep warning. “I will not do more than I have to.” It was not her world and she would not do more than what was required of her, but she was here now, summoned by the Crux.

There was always a reason paths eventually met on one road.

Guard - 2 Cooldown
Army of One - 5 Cooldown

● Make my wish come true...
let darkness slip aside

Gods. Fal’Cie. Man?

None of them mattered.

What mattered was living your life to the best of your ability, to your own ideas and beliefs. If you believed a god would help you, so be it, but a good may not always be willing to help you. What than? How dependent have you become if you cannot even stand up after that God frees you into the wilderness? All these thoughts pushed Light's attacks into the aggressive woman. She seemed to block a few of her strokes, but the soldier was still a soldier even if her rank no longer meant anything. She was still a warrior, one who's defeated a good far more petty.

Despite the assault the woman sought to proceed. Lightning pulled her arm forward, bringing her targe close to block the attack. Silv’s push to send her flying was met with no resistance. In the air the skirt of feathers fluttered in the motions. Lightning seemed to slow down, everything around her. Above the marble floors with grace and poise: she looked as if she was descending from the heavens. The painted ceilings and solemn groan of the organs. Light in looked to Silv, a pained expression glittering through her blue eyes.

She was sorry. She pitied Silv. “Maybe one day you'll understand.” As she spoke light in crackled around her fingers before the spell swelled over over body and like a cloud over the plains a Surge of lightning magic rained upon Silv before Light landed, knees bending. Using the momentum from landing she would kick off and charge to woman, hoping to land a strike while she was stunned.

Her blade was held tightly by both hands before she slashes across her body, hoping to knock her back and away from the sacred grounds, lest anyone get hurt by their actions.

● Make my wish come true...
let darkness slip aside

Lightning's assault was met with question. Amidst the crackle of energy, the lightning flooding the room, the goddess of death stood with her blade touching the ground and her hand upon its hilt. Her head was held high and the winds churned from her magical force caused her skirt to flutter and her hair to dance along its course. She closed her eyes as she exhaled, taking in the worlds spoken by the woman. Though she looked plenty alive to the warrior... Lightning understood that death was not permanent. It was simply a journey. A journey along a new path. 

"Yet even in death, you remain." She spoke, seemingly to no one as her gaze was held to the ground where her blade rest. The marble of the church was cracked. She would lament it as the glittering floors poffered up the death god's own reflection. She was dead, was she? "Perhaps I am here to collect." Lightning raised her eyes, the pale blue gems burrowed into Silv's very existence.

The woman seemed intent on attacking and her forward charge after stopping her own crash seemed timeless to the reaper. Lightning pulled up her shield as she stood over her blade, the disc slamming into her with enough force to cause her to slide slightly. The blade remained standing, marking a space between them.

"The dead should rest." She pushed to stand, affirming her own existence with a stomp of her boot. The sound echoed across the church walls, the bells of Norte Dame ringing out as if to confirm her statement. "It is for you that the bell tolls. Your time is up!" She held out her hand as the time around her began to slow for everything and everyone around her.

Lowering to her knee she dashed out toward Silv, grabbing her sword as she went to Launch the woman with the full force of her gunblade into the air. If successful she would Smite the spectre, the downward slash followed up by Ruinga. Her hand would reach out as the energy condensed into her hand to a point that it collapsed in on itself. She threw the white hole as she leapt back, the explosion aimed to strike the woman before the maiden of light landed with a bounce on her heels and turned to face her, sword held out.

"Go back to your grave, or find a new path. It isn't here where the dead come to listen to the whispers of their children." Here, in this church, only the dead had ears.

And if Silv thought her command a jest, as Overclock faded she would hold up her hand as fire swelled into her palm. She would drag down the collected energy and summon a sphere of Flare to consume her.

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Overclock - 5 Cooldown

With this ability Lightning can slow down time or even freeze it, for a one post duration, giving her the chance to strike an enemy while use moves at normal speeds. This ability allows Lighting to add an extra attack to her arsenal (instead of a three attack pool, Lightning will have a four attack pool).

Launch - 3 Cooldown

The enemy is launched into the air by a forceful, upward swing, of Lightning's blade.


Smite - 3 Cooldown

When an enemy is attacked with this ability it does a moderate amount of damage, but it only works if the enemy is midair.

Ruinga - 3 Cooldown

This ability deals non elemental damage to all enemies withing a 2m(6ft) radius, which can be launched from a distance.

Flare- 4 Cooldown

Ultimate fire-based magic that effects all enemies. When Lightning is running low on health, this attack does more damage.