#( Adatiel 1 )

[sincreator]

starter for @adatiiel event: Midsommar Night's Dream

"You wouldn't mind if I used that on you, would you, my sweet Adatiel?" the cake resting on top of the tray was practically stuck in place, not moving one bit. The fallen seraphim rolled her eyes, then. Would this really be how the blessed spend their time? "Let me guess: Azrael made you agree to this." Atarniel nudged her blessed sister, "or are you just here to lighten everyone's mood?"

[bleedingwings]

"Meat puppets, Ulthar's sacrifices for his grand plan, is that much of a difference? The purpose of humanity was never that of being a people, but that of being the gods' next vessels," Sariel reminds Adatiel, almost bored on the topic of conversation. "Were it not for the fall of Eden, were it not for Prometheus' trickery, humanity would never have amounted to anything more than what Ulthar wanted. And yet, you love this humanity, the very one that rebelled against Ulthar's will. Does the irony not dawn on you?"

The irony and the hypocrisy did tend to escape the blessed, but truly, she had expected better of Adatiel.

"Now that is an interesting prophecy," Sariel drawls, leaning back on her sit with a shrug. "So you do believe Ulthar's desire to destroy Rome should come to pass," she sighs, free to show her disappointment. "Really, I expected better of you."

bleedingwings​:

“Even if his creations were meant to be meat puppets just like the one you have chosen to wear?” The question is rhetorical, really, she doesn’t expect Adatiel to have any sort of self-reflection regarding the paradoxes born from her love for humanity and Ulthar’s old desire to use them as discardable vessels for the gods. That would require the sort of free will that the blessed had refused to grasp for themselves. “I am happy enough, would be happier if Michael and Azrael stopped fucking harassing me, but you know, beggars can’t be choosers.”

“Meat puppets?” she raises a slender brow but does not speak further on what is not expected too. It does delve and reflect Sariel’s views of their fathers creations and the whole universe that a simple being could contain. Humankind is worth more then the vessel they offer, the world turns for them and Adatiel had never been a selfish angel – she didn’t put herself first and didn’t want the miserable idea of isolation that the fallen were foolish enough to mistake for freedom. “Don’t fret, the end will come soon and soon all you will know is silence.”

[senatushq]

"You are wrong. The Gods abandoned you a long time ago. There's no way you can win." - Fenrir

The Six were back. At least, that’s what some people thought. Aegnor caught a glimpse of Titania in her prime, cheering amidst the crowd as vines of shadow wrapped around a competitor and strung them upside down. Rhiannon heard Ezekiel’s voice whooping from the stands as her blade of mage’s bane cut through a witch’s spell. Hakan caught a glimpse of his progeny and Rowan asked his flavor of the week what they wanted to drink and heard Gabriel’s voice: “Liquid courage,” when Rowan turned towards it, he saw Gabriel's face, but once he blinked, the dhampir was gone.

Lucas was feeding some stray cats as he prayed to the Gods for good fortune in the fights to come. Muttering under his breath, Marisol asked if he was talking to himself again, but when he looked up he only caught a glimpse of her smile before the reaper was gone. Uriel was waiting for Logon to come back with something warm when Adatiel sat down beside him; she asked, “Who’s up next?” But when Uriel turned to look at his sister Death, no one was there but Logon approaching with mulled wine. Sat alone in the beer tent, Efigenia enjoyed a quiet glass of red alone; naturally, she’d conjured it from home because she would not be drinking the lycan swill or the milkbone-enriched variant from Old Frascati. Her glass, nearly empty, a hand moved and refilled it for her. Efigenia noted signature cufflinks and the suit that went along with them. She didn’t look, but when she mumbled her gratitude, she heard Kaan’s voice. “You’re welcome.” 

Echoes. Memories of the departed lingered about the event. The Six were gone but refused to be forgotten. Family, friends, and strangers alike caught glimpses of them over the days; they heard their voices, felt their hands at the back, or felt the warmth of their presence, but only for a moment.

ooc info:

Everyone with connections to The Six (and those without) would have at least caught a glimpse of them at some point; we love pain.

Post on the 23rd will tie off the smaller events from Day 3

Post on the evening of the 24th will announce the finalists in the Alpha Gauntlet

Post on the morning of the 25th will announce the next Alpha of Lupercal.

See below the winners of the All-Fighter Tournament, The Singles Gauntlet, and the First Round of the Alpha Tournament.

Open Lycan Gauntlet

*Bragging rights and Free Drinks for 1 year at All Fours

Jovial, fun, and good-natured fun among lycans. The gauntlet opened exclusively to lycans, and saw them balance on wooden beams hammered into the ground. This was Alek's idea because he thought it'd be funny if someone fell and cracked their head; he also forgot that he'd signed up for the fight.

Napoleon tackled Carmine early on, and the two fell, making out when they hit the ground. Connor claimed to have better balance than Anders, but with one sharp shove, down he went. Regina and Flora seemed to be the only two people taking it seriously until Tripp threw a stick, and Regina lost her balance when she had to duck it. Lucas's shoes came untied, and Damian was still weak in the knees from the events surrounding Lupercalia. Lain was still recovering from the day before and ended up keeling over as soon as the gauntlet began.

One by one, they fell like dominoes until only Flora was left standing.

Alpha Gauntlet (Round 1)

Enriched by the emissaries' powers and the Lupo pack's joint ambitions, those competing for Alpha were compelled to put their all into it. Violent, brutal, and relentless, the person who would ultimately win the Alpha Tournament would be someone destined and deserving for the position chosen by the Fates themselves.

All eyes were on Lain to see if he would pull something out like he had in the preliminary round, instead he got the shit kicked out of him by Serkan. As slicked up as Kayce was in olive oil, he was no match for Adamo who seemed suspiciously good at wrangling greased-up men. The unexpected arrival of Anders from the Tana Pack made him an instant crowd favourite, while some people didn't understand what they saw in those vacant eyes it wasn't his face that they were looking at. After beating Flora he quickly lost the crowd's favour.

Eric was ready to give Alpha the old college try but was dragged up and down the ring before they were tossed into the stands. Davhy had something to prove, Sehanine's chosen lythari, first blessed in an age; he dedicated the fight to Moonbow and while the crowd grumbled and rolled their eyes they looked on with some amazement as the lythari transformed and then beat the shit out of The Noble.

Remus wasn't a lycan unless he wanted to be, people didn't really know what would happen if he won Alpha but it didn't seem fair. He transformed into a dragon, tossed Nidhogg a wink, and then flung The Rancor comically far. Max thought that he'd have it easy fighting Aurea, but he was wrong, and the fight was over before he even had a chance to shift - his arm broken as a clear reminder. Jerry (an omega who'd been kicked out of his pack for being weird) fought Nash and it didn't really go well; the draegloth transformed, tore the lycan in two with his four arms, ate his heart, and then pissed on the body in front of everyone. Nash whistled as he did before he shook a leg and walked off. Smell ya later.

All Fighter Gauntlet

*winner receives bragging rights and free waffles for 1 year at the Waffle House

Once again, Remus strode into the arena, ready to lay waste to yet another competition. The fighters that had stepped forward were all some of the strongest and the best of the best. The fairgrounds could not contain the altercation that spilled forward as any laws that might have bound the fighters outside of Lupercalia held no bearing now. Lycans battled against dragons and fought against archfiends, demigods, aspects, fallen aasimar, and drow alike. Sorcerers were embedded and enriched with magic, fortified by changelings, and outside forces. There were no restrictions; the last person still standing would be declared the victor.

Remus was a seasoned veteran of one of the most significant wars the mortal realm had ever seen, an heir of Mars reborn through Abyssal magic. Horus, the son of Lathander the Morninglord, the greatest warrior of the Seldarine, and a force that had not been seen for thousands of years. In the end, they were the only two left standing; Remus prepared himself to copy the other's power to add Horus's ability to the aspect's long list of abilities he had gathered today. Fenrir. Sathanas. Morgana. Nidhogg. Abaddon. The list went on and on.

Horus's wings spread wide as authority manifested over the God, and Remus burned. Scorched through by divine fire and incapacitated as the crowd roared Horus's name.

Gladiator Tournament (Singles)

*All inclusive spa package for one at the local bathhouse, complete with a happy ending

Disaster. Absolute disaster. The tournament was meant to be contained exclusively to the fairgrounds, however, things quickly got out of hand. Akephaloi, aeternae, demogorgons, eidolons, hellhounds, kelpies, golems, stymphalian, and wyverns ran wild went they broke out of their enclosures. As it turned out, the lycans of Lupercalia knew absolutely nothing about the storage and care of supernatural creatures.

Fair was fair though, so only those competing in the singles tournament were allowed to hunt down the creatures and either slay them or incapacitate them. New rules were hastily rewritten so the person with the most kills or captures would win.

For an hour, chaos ran wild as the hunters went to work; in the end, there was a tie between Nidhogg, Sathanas, and Octavian; a three-way fight was held, and with his flames, the archdruid stood as the victor.

[sincreator]

"I was joking, Adatiel. Damn," she pressed her lips together, "my bad... shucks." Swearing in front of a blessed Seraphim just didn't seem proper and for some reason she cared about being on her best behavior in front of Adatiel, "you're already sweet enough, no need to smear your beautiful makeup," Atarniel grinned. It was Adatiel's turn, then, the water a welcoming, refreshing alternative to the various drinks floating around. The fallen nodded with a smile as she brushed away any remaining water from her face, "oh my, oh," Atarniel exclaimed as she watched Adatiel pull out more and more tied up scarves, which even made her laugh, "how do you do that? Are you at least getting paid tonight? And no, hearing everybody laugh isn't a viable currency."

"Hit me." She'd take a pie in the face if it brought joy to those watching, she took her commitment to clowning seriously and didn't hesitate before squirting water from the flower pinned to her dress into Atarniel's face. "I'm on vacation for once, Thanatos shut the offices down and hung up the gone fishing sign. There's no one to reap and so I get to reap these." and with that, she begins to pull out the the tied up scarves out of her sleeve.

[sincreator]

Adatiel's joy was infectious. Giggling because of her sister's antics, the fallen Seraphim let herself get carried away. "You look beautiful by the way," Atarniel wasn't lying. Her blessed siblings never failed to choose beautiful vessels. Even with clown make up Adatiel still looked kinda cute. Well, it didn't surprise her how well the blessed performed in general. "I can't believe this is happening right now," Atarniel laughed at her sister, even after having an entire pie thrown into her face. With her mouth open, the fallen began to wipe away the whip cream with her hands before giving up. She could barely see and only gradually opened her eyes after freeing them. "At least the filling's as sweet as you," she licked some of the whip cream away before wiping the rest off with her sister's scarves. Thankfully Adatiel's shenanigans weren't done yet. Seeing her kneel, Atarniel looked at her sister as if she'd seen a ghost. Taking the rose and smelling its petals, Atarniel was hit by water, causing her to immediately shut her eyes and mouth. With a stifled laugh the fallen rubbed her face once more. "You really pulled every trick there is, huh? Come on, let's get you drunk. You can entertain me today," she said, hoping her sister would accept the invitation so they could catch up.

"Never apologize for jokes! We're here to have great fun! I love to make you laugh." Great sincerity was entwined in her voice, and she had exaggerated blush, red circles marking clown makeup on her cheeks and a red nose painted on. Will O'Wisps swirled around them and manipulating their energy, she levitated the pie and splattered it into her face, whip cream covered every pore and she cackled. "I never get paid." It's spoken with Adatiel's normally eerie tone, and there is something seriously wrong and yet she can't find a care -- she did work professionally as a Doula, the angel of peace being there at the beginning and the end. Adatiel continues to pull the scarves out of her sleeve, passing it to her sister so she can dry her face and finally she reaches the end where a rose is bundled, taking a knee, she offers it to Atarniel. "To the sweetest of sisters, a rose who wishes they could be half as pretty as you are." It was a trick to not be trusted, connected to the rose was a hose to spray water once she took a sniff.