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| [Graded]Act One, Scene One: The End of a Life | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 20 2014, 02:11 AM (887 Views) | |
| Morgana | Jan 29 2014, 05:25 AM Post #11 |
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Diane had never heard any of the guild names before... well, she might've heard one or two from people visiting the theater, but she never really had paid any attention to magic before... all of it. If they weren't such a big part of the world, she probably wouldn't have heard of guilds at all. She lived in a resort, after all. It was out of the way and separated from the concerns of the world. Sure, there were problems occasionally, but they were usually dealt with by the resort security. She'd never heard of any problems big enough that they couldn't deal with... well, until she became one, anyway. She wondered if anyone had been sent out to find her. Or did they just assume she died in the fire like the others? Was there a grave somewhere with her name on it? She shook her head rather violently to get the images out of her head. It was something she'd done when she felt like she was about to start crying, or she had a memory or something stuck there that wouldn't go away. She needed it to go away and stay away. She listened to him say that she needed to be able to control her magic to join a guild. She looked past him, up to the train station. Maybe she could get on a train and join one of the guilds... she was going to be stuck with this magic, for a while, at least. She could at least do something with it... at least beyond hiding it. She didn't have anything else she could do. "P... Plamen... the Ifrit..." she said. Under her shirt, her right shoulder glowed red, and a smell of burning started to rise up from her. After a few moments, there was a cooing sound coming off of the ground, and the small Ifrit was looking up at the two of them. It tilted its head and looked up at them, making small cooing noises as Diane fell back to her knees from the effort she'd put forward just calling the little thing out. She could control it... she just... couldn't control all of it. The only thing that'd kept her from doing it back in the Cult's grip was not wanting to control it. Once she'd given up hope of getting away, that's when the Sylph had spoken to her. Once she'd stopped caring about controlling it, she was brought along. "Control..." she muttered, patting the top of the little creature's head. |
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| 栄 Balmung6 | Feb 2 2014, 03:28 AM Post #12 |
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She looked like she was thinking over parts of her life she shouldn't be going over in her head again, but it would take time before she was free of that. It'd probably take alot of meditation, soothing music, whatever kind of comfort she subscribed to, but eventually she would be able to get past it. She just needed people who were there for her and were willing to help her move past this. A guild. Technically, I suppose I could fall into that category, he realized with surprise. I doubt she intends to tail me to the guild and join up - given her condition and distrust of strangers, I'd be very surprised if she willingly followed anyone to an unknown destination - but I could be what convinces her to join at least some form of guild. She managed to clear her head for the moment, though, summoning enough willpower to use her magic by choice, this time. Another magic circle popped up, this time on her shoulder - it was covered, but he could tell from the glow of red light that it was there. What was more surprising - and alarming - was the smell of singed skin that arose along with the glow. He looked at the girl, concerned - he didn't want her to practice magic if it meant getting scorched - but she didn't seem to mind or feel any pain from the effect of the circle invocation. The circle summoned a small creature that resembled a bird with bright red feathers - fire-elemental, Varriden guessed, judging from the effect the circle had had on her. She did fall back onto her knees from the effort, though - it looked like she had little energy to spare right now. That applesauce had helped, but it was far from a full recovery. She at least seemed to get along with her summoning, patting it on the head lightly. "Alright, so at least you can bring them out at will. That's a start." He turned to the little summon, inspecting it with his gaze. "I imagine it can do something on its own, though. Or of its own, rather. Some sort of ability. Though take your time with this," he quickly added, raising a hand in a gesture of caution. "Control of your magic is nice, but not if you exhaust yourself doing it." |
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| Morgana | Feb 3 2014, 07:48 PM Post #13 |
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Control probably wasn't the right word, she supposed, upon thinking about it. She could summon them out, sure, but it wasn't like she could do anything else. When she'd first summoned Plamen out in the... wherever she'd just come from, he'd instantly run away from her and she'd been unsure what'd happened. He'd come back a few minutes later with some edible plants, after knocking the mushroom in her hand out of it and setting it on fire. She wasn't really sure why, maybe it'd been poisonous? After that he hadn't really done anything but sit there and rub against her, and after a while he'd started to cry. She also wasn't sure how to... well, unsummon them. Both times they'd gone away when she'd run out of power. Or at least that's what she'd been thinking, Plamen had gone away a lot quicker than Erja had. "He... he set a mushroom on fire before. He just did it... I tried asking him to do something, I don't think he can even understand me." Erja wasn't a whole lot better. She'd spent more of her time ordering Diane around, telling her what to do instead of the other way around. Any attempt to tell her something had been met with sarcasm and rolled eyes. And once, a gust of wind in her face that'd knocked her over. Granted, that wasn't particularly hard at the moment. She probably could've been taken out by a light breeze. Which she had been, technically. Plamen tilted his head again and looked up at the two of them, before plodding over to Varriden and looking up at him. "Greeeef?" he said, although it was a bit more like simple animal sounds more than any actual attempt at saying anything. It would've been rather cute, if a moment later his face contorted a bit, his eyes twitching for a moment. "Ga... ga... ga... gachoo!" it sneezed, a red magic circle opening up in front of its mouth the moment before it sneezed, and a half meter wide column of fire shot ten meters into the air, causing a couple of people nearby to shout in surprise before running off. The flame didn't last long, and soon the Ifrit stopped, coughing up a couple of puffs of smoke before looking around again. Diane recoiled a bit at the flame, trying to shuffle backward and away from it, her hands up protecting her face. She was feeling more tired than when she'd started now. Maybe there was a not quite disgusting alley that she could curl up in somewhere and sleep. When the fire stopped she put down her arms and wrapped them around herself, shivering a little. "Do... do you need the tattoo?" she asked. She wasn't actually sure if she had any space left for another tattoo. She wasn't always conscious when they applied the tattoos. |
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| 栄 Balmung6 | Feb 4 2014, 05:00 AM Post #14 |
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The girl told him how the little summon had caused a mushroom to burst into flames when she had called him out before. Okay, so perhaps her control wasn't as fine as he believed it to be at first, but at least she could call the little guy out when she needed to. That was better than some cases that he had read, but he wisely chose to keep those stories to himself - the summons seemed to have this girl rattled as it was, and given her situation, he couldn't blame her. He'd be nervous too, around a flame-producing beast he couldn't really control, but was tied to him. The little summon walked over to Varriden and looked up at him. "Hey there, little guy," he said in what he hoped was an encouraging tone. He wasn't sure if the critter understood him, either, if it couldn't understand its own summoner. He let his eyes fill with golden light as he activated his Memorize tech - if he couldn't have the girl make the summon perform any techniques, he'd have to watch it himself and hope it was willing to play ball, or that he was at least observing it when it did. Sure enough, the little guy played along, just not in the manner that Varriden had hoped for. Or rather, not in the direction he'd hoped, as the little guy opened his beak and let out a significant torrent of flame from his mouth, Varriden scrambling back just in time to not get scorched as the flames whizzed past his face close enough to feel the heat from them. "Wow! Powerful sneeze for a little guy!" Varriden said, leaning back in once it appeared that the summon was not going to sneeze again. "Let me try." Varriden raised one hand in the air, aiming roughly where the little bird had sneezed, before letting loose a torrent of his own flame. He held it for a moment before letting it fade, the ripples of heat in the air fading. "Nice!" he said, satisfied with the result. Varriden turned his attention back to the girl and frowned. She looked more nervous than before. Must have been the show of flames from the summon. And perhaps him. Whoops. "No, because while I can copy the technique of the little guy himself," Varriden said, reaching down to pat the little guy on the head in a friendly gesture, "I can't copy the summon because there's only one of him. We can't 'share' a summon, so I have no way to bring him forth on my own, I can only mimic his techniques." |
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| Morgana | Feb 11 2014, 02:25 AM Post #15 |
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(Sorry on the wait, been a long week) Diane recoiled further as the man produced the same from his mouth as the little Ifrit had. Why had he done that? HOW had he done that? A shiver ran down her spine as a thousand different scenarios began to race through her mind. Not one of the things she could think of had any connotations, but in her mental state, not much was. The most... positive, of these thoughts was that sh was having some kind of hunger and exhaustion induced hallucination. She hadn't actually found a city, it was a dream while she sat here and waited to either starve or for the cult's searchers to find her. The most negative, in her mind, at least, was from the cult, and was just playing with her at this point. Did he have the same powers that had been forced on her? Had he been brainwashed, or was he working for them willingly? Somewhere in the middle were weirder thoughts that he was actually one of the little things like Plamen. Which meant that the little bird-mammal-monster-thing was going to grow up to be a hotish guy, which was weird. Another that he had spotted her and just wanted to use her for her powers, like everyone else. Plamen seemed awed when the human created the breath of fire from his mouth, just like he had. He tilted his head and made little cooing noises, approaching the non-summoner and sniffing him. He started making different, more confused, noises after he did. He was doing Ifrit magic, but he didn't smell like one! The baby monster couldn't comprehend what was going on, and started sniffing around, looking for the Ifrit who had used the magic. He waddled over to the summoner, who also did not smell like an Ifrit. He then began wander toward other non-summoners who were walking nearby to see if they had performed the Immolation Magic and were Ifrit. Diane seemed to be too frozen in her own fear to care what he did right now. She didn't hear the answer that the man gave her about the tattoo, although when he answered he didn't seem to have understood what she'd meant about it. She pulled her knees to her chest and shivered, her fears nearly dancing right in front of her. He's with the cult. He's just playing with you so you let your guard down. They probably hired him to drag you back to them. He just wants to use you. Just. Like. Them. Her exhaustion was colliding her paranoia, doing wonders for her creativity. These scenarios, and more, ran through her head. Some small part of her brain was telling her that it wasn't likely he was with them, but the rest of it was just screaming that it didn't matter anyway. "Don't want... to go..." she muttered, her eyelids closing a bit. Despite her brain working in overdrive, and her heart feeling like it was going to rip out of her chest, her exhaustion was starting to catch up with her, and overpower the rest of them. The glow from the tattoo flickered a little bit as her magic started to peter out, same as the rest of her. |
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| 栄 Balmung6 | Feb 12 2014, 03:06 AM Post #16 |
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(No worries.) While satisfying to test out the new ability he had learned, he may have jumped the gun a little bit in using it in front of the girl who was still skittish at best around magic in general. He thought she wouldn't be bothered as much since it was her own magic, but apparently she hadn't made the connection of the bird's magic being her own just yet, as she quickly recoiled as Varriden's flame scorched the air where Ifrit's flame had done the same only seconds before. Perhaps I should just explain my magic to her to calm her down a bit, he thought to himself. The little bird also seemed a bit confused at the show of magic - he wasn't sure what the little guy was thinking, but it was clearly confused on where a sample of its own magic had suddenly sprung from. At least it might help the girl keep calm - a mildly confused, wandering bird was less troublesome than one sneezing fire streams at random. Varriden sighed as the girl pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged herself. She was getting worse, not better. Her fear of the ones who'd branded her with the circles was still clawing at the edges of her mind. Varriden moved back a few inches along the ground, putting a little more distance between the two of them in hopes of putting her at ease, before elaborating. "Allow me to be perfectly honest, miss. I sympathize with your situation, and wouldn't mind giving you a full meal to help get you back on your feet, but my interest in your summons is a different matter. I have the ability to learn any techniques that I witness with my magic, except for summons, as I explained before. Aside from making sure I don't leave you in this unfortunate state - my morals wouldn't allow it - learning new techniques is my interest. So what do you say to this - let me see your summons' magic, and in exchange, I'll buy you a full meal of your choice, and then we can part ways if I still trouble you after that. Deal?" |
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| Morgana | Feb 15 2014, 11:37 PM Post #17 |
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It wasn't really him using the magic that had thrown her off so much. It was him using the same exact magic that her summon had used. If he had done any other magic, she might have winced a bit and taken it as him trying to show off or something. She'd had a few of the teenagers visiting the resort with their families (or something) come down to the playhouse before and try to use magic to impress her. It hadn't really ever worked, but they'd tried. But, using a magic that belonged to something that had been painfully branded onto her body? A magic that, as far as she knew, only belonged to the cult? That was probably a bad decision. Not that she'd exactly managed to tell him what had happened. She didn't think she would be able to tell anyone about that for a good long time, if she ever did. If Plamen had more developed instincts, he probably would have attacked just about everything around him. Provided he actually had 'protect the summoner' instincts. At the moment, he barely had 'that is the summoner' and 'that is not the summoner' instincts. Maybe in a couple of decades. He did, however, have 'protect myself' instincts, and he wasn't really used to being around non-Ifrit. So, while he was off sniffing his way through the other humans, a mid to late teenage girl apparently thought he was adorable, gave a little fangirl screech, and ran over and picked him up. This was enough to frighten the little creature, and his magic activated again, his body temperature quickly skyrocketing. The girl let out a screech at the rapid change, dropping him and shaking her hands as she ran away. Plamen dropped to the ground, his lip wobbling for a moment, before he let out a loud, screechy, tearful cry. Diane had never really understood the scenes in plays where one of the characters was getting tired, so the other actors began to speak in nonsense words. Of course, she still didn't get it because she was too tired to comprehend that that was what was happening to her right now. As the man continued to talk, Diane's brain continued to shut down. She could barely register that he was talking as her eyes fluttered shut and open. She couldn't fall asleep here... they would catch her... take her away. "Murgle..." she managed to sputter out. The light coming out of her arm continued to flicker for a moment, before going out completely as the last of her power was drained. The air went silent as the crying Ifrit vanished from behind them, and her resistance to sleep was quickly fading in the same way. |
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| 栄 Balmung6 | Feb 21 2014, 04:28 AM Post #18 |
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While the girl was digesting the information Varriden had tried to honestly present to her, his attention was briefly caught by the summon that was still wandering around, her small Ifrit beast. A passerby had mistaken it for a cute pet and attempted to pick it up in her hands, only for the tiny bird to panic. His Memorize tech still active, Varriden caught the brief surge of magic - the bird's body temperature took a rapid spike, one that faded nearly as fast, though thankfully it wasn't hot enough to actually burn the girl holding him, just alarm her and make her drop the bird, who started to cry. He would have walked over and picked the poor little bird up to calm it down, but the thing quickly vanished a moment afterward. He turned his head back to the girl when he heard a 'thump' - she'd passed out. Varriden sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb. This was getting more awkward by the second. First things first, he thought. He walked over and helped the girl up a little so that she was sitting up against the wall she'd been leaning against. Normally, he would have helped her somewhere safe, but she was freaking out enough as is - if she woke up in a place she didn't know, she would just pass out again, no doubt. Maybe I'll just keep the magic learning at step one, the memorization, and leave the demonstration side for a later date, he thought. I knew she'd been through alot, but not this much. Poor kid. Varriden picked her up gently in his arms and carried her down the street to the clinic in the city - clearly magic was just too touchy a subject for her to broach, let alone practice. Before anything like a solid meal or new clothes, she needed some time to think and some people to help her that would be willing to take it step by step. He left her with some doctors at a nearby clinic, not telling them what had happened to her, but just saying that she'd had a traumatic experience, and to make sure she was free to move and had someplace quiet to go on her own when she woke up, and she was 'safe from them here' as a message to leave with her. After that, Varriden went back out of the clinic, heading down the road. She'd be alright, in time. What she needed was time alone. Maybe I could find some magic that heals the mind instead of the body, he mused, walking down the alley. Edited by Balmung6, Feb 26 2014, 09:09 PM.
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| 栄 Zaber | Feb 26 2014, 11:33 PM Post #19 |
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Rewards: (gave bonus due to good post value and consistency) Morgana:2 Sp, 400,000 Jewel Balmung: 2 SP, 400,000 Jewel Edited by Zaber, Feb 26 2014, 11:34 PM.
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| 栄 Zaber | Feb 26 2014, 11:34 PM Post #20 |
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