Mokujima Chris & Logan Starbright
SDCD Dorms - Chris' Room
11/16/2026
Monday - Late Morning
"No. Seriously."
---No sense of levity remains present in the Goddess, even as Aleta retreats to the room as asked (looking briefly apologetic at Logan as she does) and a certain being responds to Chris's taunts.
While she had previously been willing to allow the both of you to expose yourself to the enemy somewhat, it seems that this Sefirot being, whatever the hell it happens to actually be, is enough to put even the Goddess on the defensive. Her breathing has become imperceptible, like she was a martial artist gearing up for a fistfight with a Titan, and there's a note of uncertainty in the voice that makes it clear she no longer thinks the situation is entirely under her control any longer, even if she were to use her powers to the fullest, in other words...
The situation is rapidly deteriorating, at least from her point of view.
And soon enough-
"A Sefirot is a problem even for me, you all need to leave, not just Aleta-"
-from yours as well.
There's next to no warning of the sudden assault, even with all of the precautions put in place by your group. It's something that comes in a sudden, violent wave, an assault not from the giggling puppets or the enigmatic artificial entity, but by a succession of crimson winds-!
The first manifests out of what seems like nowhere as a woman with crimson hair, she moves at literal godspeed, and naturally her target is the Goddess.
"Aurora? You-!"
Your brains are given a mere fraction of an instant to comprehend this information, only the Goddess herself can respond, and even then in but a few words before the crimson light runs right into her, dragging her away, into the depths of a building that comes crashing down around them upon impact.
---What?
---Who?
---How?
The woman's existence feels exactly like Yamuna's, to the point where if their physical appearances weren't so drastically different only Chris would be able to tell the difference between them, nevertheless...
It doesn't stop there, and here...
The next light.
Only Logan can perceive in time to counter.
It's a staff blow aimed at his skull.
A weaving crimson lance that dances through Eye of the Fates like it knows exactly what your eyes are telling you to do, it's only with your natural talent for the Eye of the Mind that you are ultimately able to deflect the blow to your side, away from the group who had barely begun to acknowledge that their line had been broken by what seemed like some random rampaging Goddess, and-
-you attempt to kick back at your attacker, your foot catching them hard in the chest as they flip back and away from you, but their face as they land, perfectly composed like a cat, is-
"Tch... Missed."
Yourself...?
The hell...?
"Would have been easier on you if you didn't dodge."
His voice is rather flat and to the point, staff spinning once in his hand before slamming powerfully down into the earth.
And the puppets...?
They just keep giggling to themselves.
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Chat Log (Chris)
Logan (?)