#theconvergence

Day 1 of @theconvergenceroleplay Creation Week 2018!

Day 1 - Monday 23rd July

Together & Earth

Noah was lost, his mind was tinged with red as he literally bathed in the blood of his enemies. It gave him power, enriched his spells and his bloodlust. As he continued to fight, his cold expression began to crack, a wide smile replaced the tightly pursed lips, manic excited laughter replaced the quiet huffs.

Before he could, again, quite literally drill his way through enemy lines, blood laced tendrils wrapped around his frame, pulling him backwards to safety. Noah struggled against the watery limbs, he was completely immobilized, even a gag was placed on the lad to prevent any attempt of casting a spell whatsoever. Irving held tight, now beginning to slither backwards himself, behind proper cover.

Behind the numerous barriers Irving finally loosened the gag, Noah spat, the metallic taste clinging to his tongue. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU! I COULD STILL FIGHT! LET. ME GO." His eyes were brimming with fury, Lines began to crack across his face, as his curse was beginning to act up, unconsciously tapping into the power the contract held.

Don't

His plan was brushed aside, others saying it wasn't protocol, others simply disagreeing out of fear though their were plenty who felt the same way Noah did. Standing around wouldn't change anything, standing around wouldn't ensure their safety, action was what was needed right now.

The loud explosion instantly brought him and everyone else out of their bickering. In the silnce of the aftermath, a voice rang out clear as day.

"SUMMONERS OF THE INSTITUTE! STAND WITH ME!"

A few exchanged glances, though Noah recognized that voice. Renzus, he breathed out. Before he knew it he was sprinting out of the west wing, running freely through the erected barrier. "Irving! Protect!" he ordered, though his familiar was way ahead of him, releasing all the water he had on him, a massive serpent coiled around his body completely protecting him from most physical attacks, though it rendered him somewhat vulnerable to magic. A stray bolt of magic from an allied summoner could prove to be incapacitating.

It was a dance with Irving, he slipped and dove around the battlefield, he focused on those carrying heavy equipment, hurling spears of ice at every turn while Irving mercilessly smashed those within reach of his tendrils, all the while keeping Noah shielded from bullets that would've otherwise made its mark.

Slowly, Irving took on a red tint as he had been pulling out the blood from those he had killed, empowering both him and Noah as well as keeping them well-stocked on liquids for Irving's mass and Noah's spears at the expense of slowly driving them both to a blood-frenzy. Although his expression says otherwise, he remained cold and impassive, the trail of bodies he left behind was spotless, not a drop of blood had been wasted by the pair.

It didn't take long for a couple of shots to get through Irving's active defenses, he was pushed backwards by the force of it, though it didn't break skin it left a nasty bruise as the membrane of water diffused the force throughout its surface.

He found it odd, oh so very odd.

He had held back his initial plans of striking back, seeing that the Convergence soldiers were carrying what looked to be rockets and the like, though that prompted a concerning thought. Why were they not using those heavier ammunition on them in the first place, if their intention was to destroy. Instead, they carried those off elsewhere...

Ah

What was that Kristoffer told me, something about cutting off resources...

Ah shit.

"We're the resources. Human resource is one of the Institute's biggest weapons." He says out of the blue to a nearby summoner maintaining the barrier. "Look at them! They're supplying their troops easily, with guns and bullets. We may have our magic but that runs dry in time and it takes too long to regenerate."

A look of understanding comes over his colleague "So," the other summoner begins "with hundred's of summoners trapped in here, the rest of the Institute is spread thin..." Noah nods excitedly, "What you're saying is, if we all attack we may be able to turn this fight around?"

It was his turn to maintain the barrier keeping the Convergency away from the residential wing. It was clear they were at a stand still, no matter what the Convergency had up their sleeves to attempt to break the barrier, there was simply much too many summoners holed up in the west wing, each taking shifts in maintaining the barrier at a maximum.

Noah felt the gradual drain from his mana pool, the pressure from the bullets and shells the Convergency utilized. He watched the masks figures with a mask of his own. Briefly he wondered if the other parts of the Institute were faring better than they were, and he certainly hoped they did. 

The sudden ceasefire from the Convergency brought him out of his thoughts, and the tap on his shoulder signaled a change of shifts. Still Noah stood near the barrier, rapidly recuperating his lost mana via Irving's regeneration. 

He could feel the moisture in the air outside the barrier, it was a small amount, but with that much he knew he could at least slit a couple of throats and bring out their blood to play with. Blood. An idea came to mind, desperate times call for desperate measures no? he smirked to himself, cracking his knucles 

With the Residences outer wall's barrier fixed and clear of any signs of damages or wear. He excused himself from the Steward and ran off to settle finalities for his temporary leave.

He was looking forward to the coming days, bumming in the Vautier estate or watching for whatever prompted his eldest brother to order him to take a leave of absence. Instead, he's trapped in the west wing with the other summoners and residents of the Institutes who took too long to leave, or had nowhere else to go.

Noah swore under his breath repeatedly, peeking out the window, catching a quick glimpse of the armed assailants, obviously these guys were why he was asked to take that leave.

Fear had not caught on to the lad, rather he was more annoyed and pissed than anything both towards the assailants and the other summoners who took it upon themselves to cower and complain instead of using what they had to aid in the defenses. 

He laid out his priorities, self-preservation first, he didn't want to die, especially with such a heavy price waiting for him in the afterlife. He could, try to escape, but the- uh.. covergence, right. had most likely gotten the Institute surrounded, escape would prove to be difficult or next to impossible. Stand and fight, perhaps, that option was definitely more promising than escaping and lastly, one that he didn't even consider, was to do nothing.