[A loud thud is the first thing recorded. Setsuna is sprawled on the ground. He sits up. Blood seeps from his wing, his hand over the wound.]

What the hell was that for? You're such idiots! [He yells to people off screen.]

Now you have a problem with our powers? There's nothing wrong with them. I'm not hurting anyone by flying! This is how I help people! How I do my job! [The wound is already healing. Hopefully they won't protest to that power, seeing as he can't control it.] You'll shoot me out of the sky for that?

[Click.]



[ooc: Will answer tags later today. Sorry.]

Where was the trial? For the Deity? We've put up with a lot - curses and deserts and killer ships, but this is the last straw.

No one deserves to die like that, I don't care who you are.

These people - the revolutionaries - I'm not sure what you're trying to do, but you better do it fast. Tell us what you need us to do, if you expect us to help you. Because I won't see more people die for this.

This looks familiar, and the last two times I heard of it, it went poorly for the people involved. When the leaders have so much power, a revolution requires finesse, planning, and information flow between members. Does anyone in the City besides the anonymous rebel group actually know anything that is going on here?


( private to Delacroix )


( Private to Luke Valentine )

[Roiling flames blast up from somewhere near the Temple; anyone near there is welcome to catch a glimpse of Utsuho blazing back and forth through the area, taking shots at the Watch, getting shot at. Eventually, though, her tumbling feed clicks on as she races through the sky, flames blasting from her wings, and running headlong into some kind of technological shield that dazes her enough for the Watch to get a good bead on her.

At that point, they fire off a large number of tranquilizer rounds straight into her chest; she tries to move, but she's stumbling in the air from the collision, and they get her across the shoulder.

Suddenly the fight looks poor...and now she's racing off over the trees, only to come crashing down in the City proper, sprawling across the ground and rolling to a stop. She flies like someone totally drunk now, and her eyes are wandering and have a drugged-up look to them.]

Dammit...what...how...

I feel dizzy...

Tired, what's going on, where'd I land...?

'Least it's bright here....

I'll tell 'em 'xactly where....I'll put this gun if I can just find 'em again...

What's 'is?  [She looks at the weird hypodermic darts (think Metal Gear Solid style) sticking out of her shoulder. A couple of them are still there; most of them fell off during the crash. Wow, she takes a lot to bring down, with all that energy.]

[ Stiles is sitting on a wall filming something with his device. That's not unusual. What is unusual is the sudden influx of ... well, his closest bet is mindless drone army but he's not entirely sure that's right. An army would totally have better equipment than the ones he's filming. From what he can see, two of them are carrying spears, one of them seems to be carrying something that looks like a water pistol - probably filled with acid, nothing is ever as fun as it looks - and a third has a regular old machine gun. He's never been super fond of real life machine guns.

To say Stiles has a bad feeling about this would be an understatement. ]

Now would be time for the inspiring quote, right? Like V's 'governments should be afraid of their people' routine, but hey this is the City. And this does not look good. [ Thankfully he's mostly out of sight. For now anyway. ]

I figured people would need a heads-up anyway. Before it's black bags at dawn and creepy uniforms.

I'm all for stopping the curses and changing things. The curses can be a huge problem when safety is at risk.

[Oh, boy does she sound mad. She also sounds like she's trying to keep this emotion in check and is failing.]

But I wasn't hurting anyone in the park. I was well away from anyone and even if I wasn't, no one would have gotten hurt.

[And she fails even more to keep her anger in check.] The fire extinguisher was overkill, assholes. And make note, no one tells me what to do with my ability. I don't give a fuck who you are. No one tells me when I can and can't use my fire. I make that decision. Not anyone else.

Go fuck yourself if you think otherwise.

[She switches off the device, but not before saying;] ...this shit stings. God damn.

Any assholes who try to stop me from using my fucking powers are going to get barbecued.

That is your only damn warning.

[There's a crackling of fire behind him.]

I am the great Michael-sama, Angel of Fire. No one can tell me how I can use my shit.

All of you.

Shut.

The.

Fuck.

Up.

[Johanna talks in a fake shocked voice.] Oh no, one person was killed. Someone isn't letting me fly or set random fires!

[And back she goes to her normal annoyed tone.] Where I'm from, the government gets twenty four kids together every year to "play" in a game where they have to kill each other. So your little worries here? NOT THAT BIG.

So lift your little skirts up girls, because it can, and probably will, get WAY worse. If all this makes you blow a fucking gasket, go tell your mommy. Shit happens, deal with it without making yourself a fucking easy target.

(OOC, that last part was advice hidden in all her bitching. The tallest nail always gets hammered first, right? Johanna still has to bitch at everyone though.)

[Garrus hears some noises outside and pops his head out the window, looking at the army that's shown itself. He sticks his head back inside.]

It's C-Sec, the army, or the Reaper War all over again.

If you touch Setsuna again, I will be the last thing you see. ( And she is leaving it at that. When pissed, Alexiel becomes pretty damn straight forward. )