creamwolfgurl
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Post by creamwolfgurl on Oct 23, 2007 2:31:38 GMT -5
Holly, innocently trying to walk inside when the bomb blew, was thrown bodily backwards to land in the rubble. At least she landed better than Micky, who was underneath her. He groaned and she yelped, leaping to her feet before the dust cleared, pulling him to his feet and spinning around. She ignored the voices yelling, then saw others looking like they would fight. Her gold-streaked brown curls were tumbled and her eyes were slits of brightest blue as she scanned the debris. Her brother didn't pull her close, but stepped in front of her, shielding her with his body, which annoyed her and had her aiming a spear sharp glance at his darker brown curls. She moved quickly to the side and watched someone with pinkish eyes whispering to other people, wondered who they were. Micky watched, with his blue eyes, darker than his twins, but just as sharp, his normally dreamy expression vanished. Both turned as something drenched their bones in ice cold terror and dread. Something was coming. Something bad. (not great, it was kinda hard to tie them in, and I'm TIRED!!!! )
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Post by Lady Hammer on Oct 23, 2007 17:12:19 GMT -5
((ooc: haha, you describe your character's eyes way too much. xD))
Unfortunately for Scyndil, Cynthia couldn't disappear and bring her water quick enough. As soon as the girl darted off, a second guard, this one armed with a two-handed sword, charged at her.
This wouldn't end well.
She was bad at listening, too, so it didn't help that whatever the guy who had made demands on one of the guards came to tell everyone else, she didn't hear. All she could focus on was the fact that she didn't have enough spit in her system to do any substantial damage.
So she ran. Around. Dodging was a weak point of hers, and as soon as she tried to wriggle her way out of the sword's arc, the mace wound up pounding her back and knocking the wind out of her. This wasn't going to be easy. The mace-armed guard chuckled at his success and swung again.
But Scyndil couldn't take another hit from that thing. With one hand clutching her winded chest, and the other held out in front of her, she concentrated on one thing: the air. Could she conjure up a strong enough force to keep this guy from hitting her again? Her lips began to blue the slightest bit, and a small breeze, followed by a gust, blew against the guard.
The mace flew from his hands, but he then landed a square punch in the woman's jaw.
"Oww!" Scyndil held back her urge to shout expletives, and decided that a nice interjection of pain would suffice.
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Post by The Pilot on Oct 23, 2007 20:18:59 GMT -5
"Go!" Daedus hissed. "Or he'll kill her too!"
Without any real, coherent thoughts filling his mind, Ender nodded and closed the distance between himself and Scyndil's aggressor. Quickly, he pulled his arm back, muscles tense with enormous amounts of kinetic energy, and landed a surprisingly hard blow to the back of the man's head. The diplomat blinked as he watched his black-armored body crumple to the ground, in awe of his own actions. Did... he just kill a man?
Fortunately, there was little time to think as the other man with the bastard sword was quick to exact revenge on his fellow's attacker. That was when Ender's weapon situation became distressingly apparent. The blade was about three feet long, and the man swung it with wild precision at his new foe. Ender was getting backed into a wall, and he didn't like it. Now it was his turn to exercise evasive maneuvers.
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Jesse
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Post by Jesse on Oct 24, 2007 0:28:01 GMT -5
Tain raised her sword to stop the blow aimed at Scyndil, but backed off as the strange man they had watched enter stepped forward and knocked him out, possibly killing him. She spun in place and slashed at one who approached behind her before Zaon stepped between them and cleanly took the armored man's arm off. She hadn't even seen him pick up his sword or move away from the table, but Zaon had always been good at moving unnoticed through a battle.
As Zaon was obviously taking care of the man who had tried to attack her she turned in place and looked for someone else to fight, taking in the damage around her. Blood, guts, and brain spattered the room. People were screaming and trying to run, being cut down easily by the men. It was chaos, and it was a high like she hadn't had in ages. The adrenaline rush simply from being in the room, not even fighting, was enough to drive her insane.
Raising her sword to block she stepped in front of the odd looking man who had saved Scyndil. The blow jarred her down her arms and made her wince, and she decided that dodging was definitely a better idea than trying to block anything head on.
"I suggest you move your ass out of the way." She snapped at Ender. Defending herself against a stronger opponent was hard enough, trying to block for him as well would get her killed.
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Post by Lady Hammer on Oct 24, 2007 12:35:50 GMT -5
As detestable as Tain was, Scyndil was glad that there was someone forceful around when they needed it. The white-haired woman looked up at her savior - someone obviously inhuman.
"Thanks," she said, winded. Suddenly, Cynthia came running out into the action from the kitchen, a jar of water being contained in her stick-like arms.
"Scyndil! Scyndil, I found wat--"
Bystanders screamed as the last unoccupied guard - an enormously topheavy one - stepped out into the action, revving up what appeared to be a cross between a chainsaw and a sword. He charged at Cynthia, who screamed and dropped the jar.
Perfect, Scyndil thought. The water rolled around in tiny droplets in the carpet, and spilled or not, it would suffice. Scyndil gathered her thoughts, and the temperature began to drop. Water trapped in the wool carpet became tiny pearls gathering quickly at the guard's feet, until a thin layer of ice encased his body.
That was good enough, she thought, sighing. But things weren't over with, yet...
((ooc: 1000th post! Yeaaah!))
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Pyre
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Post by Pyre on Oct 24, 2007 14:17:02 GMT -5
(Haha, I know, because they show his temper.)
Tom crawled out from under the table, boyish face contorted angrily, glaring. "I could have killed, too," he muttered. "Anyway, who sent those... things?"
He glowered at everyone suspiciously. Who was it? he wondered. That white-haired woman... that oddly inhuman man.... the girl with the sword... the near-drunken bartender? He scowled. He only wished it were him to think up that evil plan. His head started to feel dizzy.
"I need fresh air," he mumbled. He scuttled to an open window and breathed in. It was slightly dusty but better than the beer-smelling air in the middle of the room. After his head had cleared of the buzzing, he strode towards the white-haired woman and tapped her, hard, on the shoulder.
"Who sent those?" he asked softly. His voice took on a European accent, a trait he had taken on in memory of his sister, whom had adored the French. He thought back fondly of her; he could picture her in her tiny white lace dress and black beret, balanced precariously on her golden curls. Her skin was always a glowing white, her lips cherry-red. The only demon-like thing on her tiny, five-year-old form were her long, white fangs. She had insisted on keeping them for a weapon, as a five-year-old did not usually keep daggers or guns on her.
Tom shook his head and focused on the white-haired woman. He cocked his head and waited for an answer.
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Post by Lady Hammer on Oct 24, 2007 16:35:15 GMT -5
((lol I was talking to Cream, but you do use description a lot too. xD))
Who the hell was this guy? Scyndil stared at the man with a dumbfound, agape expression, almost sure that her jaw was beginning to slide completely off her face.
"Uhh..."
Who were the guards? What did they want? Good questions, yeah, but why was this guy asking her? Scyndil was just as clueless as everyone else. Seeing the obvious spot to jump in, Cynthia folded her arms and stood at her companion's side.
"Her guess is as good as mine, as good as yours, and probably as good as anyone else's," she said.
Then, a muffled voice came from upstairs. It was feminine and inquisitive, followed by a neutral-pitched voice of a male. The first to come down the stairs was the man, dark-haired, honey-eyed, and suited, leading down the woman by her dainty little hand. The woman had skin white as ashes, and hair spun from silver tumbling down to her waist.
She was an elf. Her beauty radiated with her apprehensiveness, and everything about her face except for a sliver of gray from her eyes was hidden behind a strange mask. It looked somewhat happy, what with its upturned twisted expression, but it was more creepy than comforting.
"Senin, is everything clear?" the woman asked. The man eyed the ones that stood out among the victimized civilians.
"Yes, milady. The guards have been tended to, and our saviors are apparent. Why don't you set your eyes on them yourself?"
When the masked woman reached the bottom of the stairs, she surveyed the room and its contents. The wounded people, the casualty, and the fighters. They were obvious; they stood out as outsiders, some of them had weapons, and all were winded. A smile from her could be sensed across the room.
"Very well then. I owe my thanks to all of you for your work. I wouldn't have been able to leave this place safely otherwise." Something was off, Cynthia thought. Behind that mask had to be a woman who could care for herself. There was a ruse going up...
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Post by Jesse on Oct 24, 2007 17:07:45 GMT -5
When the last guard stepped forward and Scyndil encased him in ice the man fighting Tain hesitated. Sensing her opportunity she sunk her sword into his stomach, pushing until the tip cleared the other side of his body. A rough scream escaped him and he slumped forwards, falling into her shoulder. With a grunt of disgust she pushed the body off of herself and her sword, letting it fall to the ground.
"You shouldn't thank us." Zaon said, limping slightly as he moved to stand beside Tain. "They threatened us and we dealt with them, nothing was done with any intention of saving you or anyone but ourselves." He eyed the elf with distrust, there was something odd about her.
"If you want to know what's going on boy, ask the lady." Tain snapped at Tom. "It doesn't matter anyways, they're dead and that's the end of it." She bent and wiped her sword across the body of one of the many dead civilians that littered the room, cleaning the blood from it. "We should leave though. Before anyone with authority in this city shows up and decides to arrest the lot of us."
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Post by The Pilot on Oct 24, 2007 17:22:45 GMT -5
Ender, after gratefully escaping from his foe that Tain fought off, had taken care of another guard via coming up behind him, grabbing the sides of his head and jerking it to the right. He uttered a simple 'no problem' to the mage-woman after he was in the clear again. Just then, though, a bizarre couple elegantly made their way down some stairs in the corner of the room. The Mariner looked at them suspiciously before straightening up. His breathing sounded like he'd just ran a league or two, mostly because it was more difficult for him to cool down without sweating.
Seeing that the group of assailants were all either dead or incapacitated, Daedus crossed the room and huddled near to his master. "This doesn't seem right at all, sir," he said in a low voice. "I don't like it at all. Do you suppose this might have something to do with tomorrow's talks?"
Ender shook his head, not removing his eyes from the man named Senin and his Elven counterpart. "I don't think so..."
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Pyre
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Post by Pyre on Oct 24, 2007 18:58:29 GMT -5
Tom glared at the girl and in turn at the elf. He had dealed with elves before, and it had not ended well. He thought back at a time- oh, it must have been at least a hundred years ago- when he hadn't even met Tom yet. It was a time when Tom was in his mythological phase. He had taken on the form of a griffin. The elf- is was a cranky old man- was practicing archery and had missed his dartboard. He had shot an arrow up at Tom.
Tom's temper was just as bad back then. In a fit of anger, he had dived at the elf, who began to shoot more arrows at him, injuring Tom's wing in the process. Tom winced and covered his arm, where a long scar still lingered. He shook the image from his head.
'What're you hiding?' he mumbled to himself.
'Authorities?' he asked the girl curiously, trying to keep his tone innocent. Perhaps, it was best to act like his form of a small, innocent teenager. Then they'd never guess that he was running from the police.
Tom grinned as he thought about it. It was very unlikely that the police would find him, as the last time they had caught him, he was in the form of a long-dead veteran. They had been quite scared, but still chased him, as they had caught him burying a street vendor.
Still, it was possible that the police were smarter than he had guessed. Perhaps, they had intuition and could sense his true background.
'Let's go,' he suddenly. 'Let's leave.'
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Post by Tainted Sunshine on Oct 24, 2007 21:54:07 GMT -5
"I second that notion," Kadoori said, seemingly popping out of nowhere, "It's getting a bit stuffy in here, what with the, erm, dead... deceased... bodies." Not to mention that elf is creeping me out.
The bystanders who had not been slaughtered in the chaos nodded dumbly, and began to file out of the bloodied inn. They seemed to be in a trance as if they couldn't quite believe what they had just seen.
As the last of the onlookers left, Kadoori chanced another look at the lady elf. A smile of sunshine, and eyes of ice... She couldn't help but think of the Gyllenian folk song she'd heard in her childhood. Kadoori resisted the urge to shudder as she remembered what the song had been about; a cold-blooded murderess.
As she began to edge toward the door, Kadoori hoped the others would leave with her. They all seemed like an adventurous bunch, and if she stuck with them she was bound to be a part of interesting things.
"Coming?" She said hopefully.
((Edit: Forgot to italicize Kadoori's thoughts. ^^U))
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Post by Lady Hammer on Oct 24, 2007 22:34:53 GMT -5
"Wait!" the elf said, reaching her arm out before Kadoori could step outside. "Please! Don't go! I have an offer to make all of you." Senin eyed the masked elf with hesitation, but let her step forward.
"What kind of offer?" Scyndil asked, her heart skipping a beat. Would it be work? Good god did she need work! "Not to be prude, but if it involves myself recieving money, I'm in." Cynthia shot her companion an incredulous look, but didn't say anything.
The elf didn't respond for a moment, looking like she was stumbling on her words. Then, she sighed and nodded.
"Yes, it can involve money. If you would like to be paid with money as your reward." Scyndil smiled. "Saviors, my name is Lady Denda, and my profession is rare among this mainland. I am a Masquerede Mage, and in King Vayle's Magus Jury-" she eyed the tall, blue-skinned man, "-so my political position is quite important. But, I was robbed last night of... my possessions that allow me my magic and my position."
"So you want us to go and find these things?" Scyndil asked.
"They're Masks. You see, I can only perform magic while wearing a specific mask. This one I'm wearing is the only one I have left. Anyone who would like a reward, an adventure, and recognition, please meet me and my partner Senin at the Astral Hall in two hours. This mission will require your alleigance to Hillia, as I was robbed by a gang against the government. I will see you soon..."
With that, Lady Denda ran a finger down the smooth surface of her mask, and left the Inn, Senin following. Scyndil just stood, folding her arms, biting her lip.
"Don't tell me you're thinking about it," Cynthia murmured.
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creamwolfgurl
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Post by creamwolfgurl on Oct 24, 2007 23:11:32 GMT -5
(WAAAH I feel so LEFT OUT> sorrry I haven't been on but it's TWO days....and I'm tired, but I will attempt to post ) Holly would have pushed past Micky to help fight but there was a whirl of movement and colour, then screaming and clashing and other disorientating things. Looked like she'd blocked them out for a moment there. She stumbled forward, watched as the guards were killed- or otherwise incapacitated- wished she'd helped more and curse under her breath when Micky stepped past her, motioning her close. "Well jeez like this hasn't been this bad before Micky. I'm not a baby." He cut her a glance, nearly smiled at her temper. Nearly. Then started to answer when the elf and her escort came down. He and she listened, watched. Wondered.
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Post by The Pilot on Oct 25, 2007 13:48:41 GMT -5
Ender thought for a moment at what was going on. He watched as the mage and ice conjurer spoke, deciding that the matter seemed to have not only some importance, but also relevance too. She must've been a Star Elf, the closest modern equivalent to the High Elves of old myths. Ender wondered who this anarchistic group was, and how much of a threat they posed to Hillia.
"Tell me you're not actually considering her offer, sir," Daedus said low and flat.
"This situation might affect the outcome of the talks tomorrow. And I suspect that going and being a simple recordkeeper for the negotiations would be more of a disservice to everyone."
"You have an extremely peculiar sense of logic."
He let the quip roll off him. "Blame it on my upbringing," he muttered, and stepped forward as a small sign that his interest was piqued by the Lady Denda's proposition. The mask was curious, and rather reminded him of the mask that Aros, a land-dwelling spirit of old Ardenan folklore, wore. He didn't look like any of the gods or Mariners but wore a mask of one, frozen in a perpetual grin. He embodied purity, innocence, the hunt, and strangely enough, war. He always suspected that behind the mask was a terrible face, framed by black horns and a mane of fiery orange feathers. No stories that he knew of ever mentioned him removing his mask, even during a battle. He never fought himself, but always rode among the ranks. However, that was neither here nor there.
Ender glanced about the room, trying to discern if he was the only one as curious about the situation as he was.
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Post by Tainted Sunshine on Oct 26, 2007 14:35:18 GMT -5
The moment Kadoori heard the words "adventure" and "recognition" she froze. The things she wanted more than anything else in the world were being offered to her. It was almost too good to be true. Almost. Instantly repulsed by the idea of leaving, Kadoori looked at the door with disgust. She'd almost thrown her dream away. I can't believe how close that was...
Her mind filled with thoughts of the ballads that would one day be sung about her, Kadoori headed back toward the others. After each step she took, a rush of happiness went through her, making her giddy with excitement.
When Kadoori reached the group she self-consciously smoothed her worn brown dress and fluffed her limp hair. Suddenly nervous, she wished that she looked more impressive, and less like a teenaged girl living off of the streets.
With nothing but feigned bravery to help her, Kadoori smiled largely and took a shallow breath. "I don't know about all of you, but I'm in,"
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