NOTES: I've never actually written a battle scene with this many characters involved, plus a enemy that can coherently threaten the gang, so Im going to try my best!!
Since this is the Dorm of Maddness, I wanted this fight to be the most confusing, batshit, literal magical nonsense that actually comes together at the end. So I took some liberties with the realism aspect lol.
Also, Ophelia and Ace curse alot in this chapter, since they both seem the type to curse alot when stressed, atleast in my opinion, just a fair warning.
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The blot arrow collapsed into cards right before it hit her, as Trey tried to call out once more to Riddle in desperation.
"You need to stop! You're going to hurt yourself if you keep using that much magic!"
The warning ignored in its entirety, only turning the Overblots attention to the verdette as she quickly took the short moment to think through the disorienting fear.
๐ญ๐ผ๐ช๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ๐น๐ฐ๐บ๐ป ๐ถ๐ต ๐ญ๐น๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ป๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ผ๐ป๐ป๐ฌ๐น
๐ฐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฐ๐ ๐
๐๐๐
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๐ถ๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ฐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐! ๐ฏ๐ถ๐พ?!
๐ฐ ๐ ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐!!! ๐บ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ป
"NEVERMORE!"
Blocking another shot from coming their way, the dark haired fae hastily responded.
"No need to yell, what is it?"
"Since you can fly over the hedges, get everyone still in the maze to safety, and Che'nya should be able to help you! Once everyones safe, seal the mirror gate so nobody accidentally walks in, and come back here!"
Nodding, the shield on his arm became a small square again, then returned to the pistol she had seen before as he held it out for her to take.
"Understood. You can borrow this as a means of self defense in the meantime."
"As an American, this is probably ironic to say, but I can't use a gun!"
Transforming it back into a shield, he passed it to her quickly before flying off, a spark of magenta giving her the heads up that Che'nya was likely in tow.
From far off, she heard Trey asking the other red suited ginger for help.
Looking down at the shield, she watched as it transformed into a door like shape in her hands.
๐ฎ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ฐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐?!
"Grim! I need you to protect this!"
"Myeh?! They'll die without the Great Grim leading them to victory!"
"No we won't!"
"Can it, ya food thief!"
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"Vyr! On your left!"
"Got it!"
Dousing another torn root in a green serum, it began to dissolve and disintegrated the tree from the bottom up, causing Riddle to screech as his arsenal of trees was beginning to dwindle.
"YOU DARE ATTACK YOUR QUEEN?!"
"OH THE QUEEN OF WHAT?! WE'RE THE ONLY ONES HERE, JACKASS, AND I'M PRETTY SURE YOU'RE NO DAMN QUEEN OF OURS!"
"YEARGGHHH!!!"
Well, Ace certainly had a knack for taunting.
Glancing over to Ophelia, he noticed a certain glaze over her eyes. She wasn't really that focused on the fight, was she?
Knowing her, she was buying time to get the bystanders to safety while thinking of a plan.
It caught his attention that a red glow was slowly building in her pocketwatch necklace amulet..
....contraption?
Maybe he could ask about that after they did or didn't die, depending on the outcome and where they ended up after it.
"Ophelia! Your necklace is glowing!"
Dodging another branch, she lifted it, eyes widened.
"What the FUCK?! Who hired a SFX team?!"
A gust of wind redirected several of the blot arrows, followed by Ace cursing as one sliced a small gash in his arm.
"Gee, maybe it was Riddle? Open the thing and find the out!"
"Do I LOOK like Pandora to you?!"
As the practically stood back to back, Ace on Offense and Deuce on Defense, the latter deflected a root while shooting his partner a glare.
"Can you focus on not being an ass for ten minutes?"
"I dunno, can you have a smart idea more then once a week?"
The airy popping sound of a clone being destroyed was followed by Cater, still on the other side of Riddle with Trey, giving them a worried glance.
"Ace, Deuce, I love your rivals to lovers aesthetic, but right now is not the time!"
Turning on his heel, Vyr looked to Elephys, who was currently surrounded by thousands of small bubbles, making some sort of rope with them.
What compound creates bubbles that don't break upon impact like that? The molecular structure of the average bubble is flexible, but
can't withstand pressure due to the thinness of the soap film. If you added glycerin, it might become sturdier, but still not that sturdy.... FOCUS!
From the corner of his eye, he saw Ophelia angrily attempting to open the pocketwatch, with a door (????) that seemed to have a tired face carved into it, laying on the grass beside her.
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๐ถ๐ท๐ฌ๐ต ๐๐ถ๐ผ ๐ด๐ถ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐น๐ญ๐ผ๐ช๐ฒ-
Finally gripping the cog correctly, the dirt and blood on her hands being of little help to the endeavor as the lid popped open, nearly blinding her with a ruby light.
The hands of the clock were pointing towards the Rose gem she had seen before, slowly turning a darker and darker red, the very bottom already completely black.
๐ฏ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐?!
๐ณ๐๐๐๐, ๐บ๐๐, ๐พ๐ฏ๐จ๐ป ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ผ๐ช๐ฒ?!??
The glow illuminating from by the symbols on the second ring began to shape into items.
The first a bow and filled quiver, the bow white with heart cards decorated each end, and each arrow shaped like a heart at the tip.
Both items flew over to Ace and nearly knocked him over.
The second was something akin to a bladed club, or bat, spiked with sharp spade like designs, as the possible murder weapon flung over to Deuce, he was barely able to catch it midair.
๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐!
"Ophelia!! What the hell is that thing doing?!"
"Do I look like I know?! It's helping us, thats all that matters!!"
The next was a shield, shining a metallic black with a large white clover decorating the middle, several teacups and small hats dancing around it, and a price tag reading 10/6 shillings dangled off.
Considering he practically got decked in the face with it, it was a fair assumption Trey wasn't expecting this either, but deflected another shot from Riddle as he got back up, the attack bouncing off and hitting its original creators shade instead.
The second to last was a white spear with a giant diamond spear tip, with a long rope hanging off, a pocketwatch ironically clipped near to the bottom with a tiny teacup below it, as if it was about to be dunked in.
She wasn't too sure if Cater or Caters 1,3,5,4 , the current survivors, was the one to catch it.
๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐?? ๐พ๐ฏ๐ ๐จ๐น๐ฌ ๐๐ถ๐ผ ๐จ๐น๐ด๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ป๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ต๐บ ๐พ๐ฐ๐ป๐ฏ ๐จ ๐น๐จ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ถ๐พ ๐ถ๐ญ ๐ผ๐ต๐ป๐น๐ฌ๐จ๐ป๐ฌ๐ซ ๐ด๐ฌ๐ต๐ป๐จ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐ต๐ฌ๐บ๐บ๐ฌ๐บ? ๐พ๐ฏ๐จ๐ป ๐ฐ๐บ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฐ๐บ ๐บ๐จ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ถ๐น ๐ด๐ถ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ถ๐ต๐บ๐ฌ๐ต๐บ๐ฌ?!
A final two items flung themselves over to Vyr and Elephys.
A bottle with purple fluid, a label reading "Drink me" hanging off, hit the brunette in the forehead, while an old fashioned long smoking pipe fell onto the rosettes lap, bubbles coming out rapidly followed by rounded puffs of pink mist as he curiously blew into it.
Glowing, a large croquet mallet, a light wooden color decorated with daisies growing around it like vines, a black ribbon tied below the actual mallet piece, appeared almost out of thin air in her hands, followed by the pocketwatch closing itself tightly.
Engraved on the bottom were the words
"Property of Alice Liddel."
๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
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Well that just happened
He glanced at Ophelia, heavily confused as she seemed to turn some form of mallet in her hand while Grim ran towards her, shooting a fireball at Riddle on his way.
Somehow, she was completely unaware of the direct shot to the side she had taken, and seemingly unconcerned that her necklace had just started chucking themed weaponry left and right.
Looking down at his own personal equipment... Archery? Seriously?! What kind of aim did theโwhatever it was think he had?!
Couldn't hurt to fuck around and find out though
Well, ok, it could, very much actually. Fatally.
Fumbling an arrow onto the bowstring, Ace took aim at the glass ball of ink, and fired.
A clean slice through the glass, causing a very small but distinctive leak.
What.the.fuck
Whatever ancient magic bullshit Ophelia just pulled a straight pandoras box with apparently couldn't give a single shit about blot nor physics, because it cut through, smooth as butter.
It wasn't enough to do anything major, but he hadn't tried much either, so........whats a few more arrows going to be able to do with a tinsy bit of wind magic?
Deuce seemed to be bashing the shit out of the roots and arrows with his weird club, like a baseball star gone serial killer. The blade that seemed also taped to the top was also not very welcoming to any giant thorns thrust their way.
As he was going to look over to Ophelia again, he was greeted with her running across the field, Riddles Heart Thorn Spike...thing? Still imbedded in her thigh, seemingly she had chosen to ignore it, although the red spreading from the injury onto her leggings made it seem a bad idea.
Grim was riding on her shoulder, obviously more then a bit pouty he didn't receive anything from the random burst from her necklace.
The same gleam in her eye he had seen in the mines was sparked.
This better not be another batshit crazy plan.
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For this plan, they needed a cannonball, not
a door with a sleepy face.
Feeling something stab into her side, Ophelia looked down to see a second gigantic oversized thorn coming out of her hip, courtesy of Riddle. She was about to rip it out before a hand stopped her.
"Thats going to accelerate the bleeding, just hold off until we can get Riddle down, ok?"
"Stay impaled until further notice, got it.
By the way, with uh...Doodle Suit, could you hypothetically turn a burnt tree trunk into a high ranged cannon?"
Bringing the shield up to deflect a large fireball, which flew straight into a rose bush, Trey wiped the ash and condensation from his glasses as Deuce paused his slaughter of a tree, tilting his head to the side a bit in confusion.
"A cannon? I think I might know how to fire one..."
"Where the fuck did you learn that?!"
"Thats none of your damn business, Ace!"
"What are you planning that involves a cannon in the first place?"
"Trey, don't ask questions when it comes to Ophelias plans. We're talking about the girl who took down a mini version of that blot.. thing with her purse. You are only going to end up more confused."
"Less shit-talking and more shooting Ace! We need as many cracks in the glass as we can get!"
"Yea! My Henchhuman's smarter then you, so her orders are my orders!"
"Whatever you say, O' wise Alien General and Hellcat Companion."
"Fuck off!"
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The ginger, bluette and verdette watched as she flipped Ace the finger, then ran across the field again to Cater, her leg getting set on fire in the process, a fact which was completely ignored by her and Grim.
Elephys managed to stop her to douse it as she took the chance to say something to him, pointing to the long daisy chain of bubbles he had made while gesturing to Caters spear and Vyr, who seemed to have began replicating the potion that was thrown at him before.
With a plans as weird as hers, Trey again saw again a bit of why Che'nya worked so well with her.
But the other odd thing about it was, how did she know about his Unique Magic, when she had been unconscious when he used it on the first years tarts?
Knowing Che'nya, he probably would make it a riddle or some odd way of figuring it out instead of saying it outright, and the other first years had been sworn to secrecy by Cater, who wanted to "Save the Surprise for Ophelia too"
In translation: "Im going to bring it up when we are eating sweets if shes there so I don't have to eat sweet stuff without turning it down directly."
So how had she known?
Now was not the time for that train of thought.
He had to save Riddle. It was partially his fault he let him get so far off the deep end.
Ace was right, oddly enough.
He should of stopped Riddle, or done something to save him from his mother all those years ago, helped him recover and learn when he arrived at NRC, and put his foot down when he should of.
But you can't dwell on what you could of done instead of what you did, and you can't turn time to do differently.
If you let a cake burn, you can't always salvage it. Sometimes, its up to you to make a new one with whatever batter you have left.
But before you can do any of that, you have to get the first cake to stop burning.
Looking up at his Overblotted friend, he held back small tears, something he'd done for awhile now.
Riddle, I'm going to save you this time, I promise, so please don't die on me before I can.
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Wincing from a fireblast that nearly struck them both, anxious emerald eyes met determined jade ones.
"You can't be serious..Ophi, have you maybe heard of a little thing called self preservation? Because you totes need to think about it.
You are literally going to get turned Medium Rare, Shish-Kebabed, or both."
"Great, I'll add it to the list of ways I've almost died. I think I can slide it in below "Poisoned myself with cyanide by accident three times." , or "almost got beheaded by an umbrella."
The small slice under his eye from a thorn almost moved by itself with how wide his eyes went at the statement.
"Um..WHAT?!"
Wincing as she tried to laugh a bit at the face he made, the cuts bleeding on her sides stinging as she did.
"Anyways, I think you should be a little more concerned about yourself. I'm literally asking you to turn you into the size of a damn ant and clone yourself over fifty times.
This may come off harsh, but save the masking for after the fight. You don't need to try and make anyone laugh right now. Masking is going to take more energy than we can afford right now, got it?"
"Wha-"
"Is that frowning door perhaps the weapon I lent you?"
Both conversants turned to see one annoyed Nevermore, holding the sleepy faced door with a not so overjoyed face.
"Hi Nevermore......Quick Question, can you turn that door into a cannonball, by any chance?"
"Yes, why?"
From behind his large wing, a certain fae flew around him to land infront on her and Cater, a shining green cleaver in hand, the latter mentioned giving him an awkward wave.
"Hey, Lils, babes, What are you doing here? And why do you have a giant glowing meat cleaver?"
The elder simply cocked his head, tossing his weapon up, then catching it with ease.
"I'm here to join the fight, silly boy. Why else would I bring this old thing out of its fine retirement?"
Grim was watching Lilia throw and catch it with intensity, at one point lunging out to grab it, only to be caught in the Vices other hand.
"No fair!! My Henchhumans neck do-dad gave everyone else one, Emo Birds got his weird square thing, and now this guy has a badass knife! I want a cool weapon too!!"
"Perhaps we can find you one after the battle, hm? Diasomnia has plenty a sword to spare."
From the side, Ace knocked into Ophelia, firing another shot and cursing as he wiped blood from a new injury.
"For the safety of myself, Ramshackle and everyone to ever live, please, for the love of the Seven, do not give that cat a glorified knife."
"Can it, ginger!!"
"Um, fellow ginger over here, why is that an insult now? Also, Grimmy, you're stepping on the rope!"
"I dunno, ask Ophelia. Something about her world having Anti-Ginger memes or whatever."
"She called me a Soulless Ginger two days agoโOn your left! โ-After the other cat tried to kill me in my sleep, and she was freakin' congratulating him for it!"
"As the person in question, I can confirm these allegations, and I was congratulated him because he defended the fort when you brokeโ Nevermore, I can't see past your wing! Its covering me!"
"It's called "shielding" , considering you are currently the most vulnerable on the field, actively a target and the strategist at the moment, it's the most logical move."
Lilia shook his head as he sliced an entire round of thorns and trees to bits in one go, then poked her shoulder casually.
"Ophelia, could you be a dear and see how much time we have left?"
"Huh? Speaking ofโ"
"Try to focus on leading your soldiers, young one. I can play the distraction whilst you sent your plan in motion, and I give you my word to answer your queries later."
Popping open the watch, she looked towards the rose gem.
It was nearly completely black.
Nineteen minutes and five seconds left.
"Oh fuck."
Peeking from next to her, blood red eyes sharped as he took in their remaining time, now a count down to Riddles possible demise.
"รran, hatan รฆghwa รฆgรฆdere."
"Huh?"
"Ah, just slipped into old tongue. Gather everyone immediately, we haven't much time."
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Oh HELL no, this was entirely not his brand.
Sheer back luck had trapped him in the weird rose themed mental breakdown aesthetic
the tea garden had erupted into, along with Trey, and the former Unlucky Quad, now ...Seven? Six? Did both cats count? Whatever.
The WIFI signal was completely cut, and he had exactly 0 bars of data.
Oh, and an Overblotted Riddle was trying to kill two first years, and now everyone else too.
Thats probably important.
Yea, sure. Cater had been getting tired of keeping a smile painted on his face for so long, lowkey was hoping for the Tea party to end abruptly, or for Trey to pretend to or actually delegate him a job so he could take a break.
Although technically both of those just happened, this was really, really not the way he meant for it to, but seeing Treys pained expression, the first years fighting for their lives, and Riddle....destroying himself...
Again, totally off brand for him, but he couldn't just stand by like usual, even though he really, really wanted to run.
Looking down at the small bottle of purple fluid, he could only quietly question everything as he forced the sickly sweet potion down, immediately beginning to shrink as he did, along with the weird spear thing.
Being the size of a literal caterpillar was trippy, to say the least.
Lilias "flick you to where you need to go" idea did not help in the slightest, nor did the weird bubble he had been hamster-balled in, or Ophelia hitting said hamster ball with a literal croquet mallet, the tiny flame cat as a guard to his pinballed self after being taunted into it by Ace with concerning ease.
50 clones, and 1 real Cater scrambled around, tying the rope on each spears end together, creating a rope, sticking to the blot along
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