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| [Graded]A damsel (sort of) in distress (kinda).; OR: The HERO! (more or less.) | |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Apr 8 2015, 08:45 PM Post #21 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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"I've had enough of people who don't cooperate. You realize, I suppose, that you started it?" Any other time she might have out on an act. But she was tired. Remarkably so for someone who had slept for an apparent 6 days. Mr.Sir was going to kick her ass for going soft. Assuming she got back any time soon that was. The way things were going, her captors were slightly panicked, and that tended to bode ill for people who weren't good at thinking in the first place. She didn't say anything, just leaned back against the wall, eyes half closed. "Answer me you stupid bitch. You started all this, and now you need to pay for it." The skinny one waited no more than ten seconds, and then clicked his fingers. The hulking giant of a being behind him cane forward, shiny keys on the end of a ring coming out. Snow didn't move still. She knew they meant to at least give her a beating. She could handle that. Just let them try, she thought. Her eyes already had the soft ring of yellow about the irises, hidden by her lids, which indicated it probably wasn't in their best interests to keep this farce up. But she wasn't going to say so. This could be a good chance for her to escape, and she felt claws growing on the tips of her fingers. The door swung on its hinges and she growled once, low. A warning. It gave the big man pause. This girl could be many things, but he didn't think a mage would be one of them. She was simply sitting there, makong stupid, if realistic noises. Before he could swing the door fully open, however, a new person appeared. Well kempt, lean, looking like he was used to fighting, a was equipped to do so. He at least had the sense to see in Snow the carefully cloaked danger that was her. "Shut that goddamn door Darius. Before you get your stupid self killed." The order was immediately obeyed. Snow let go her anger, and felt herself returning to normal. She looked over the newcomer who was looking from cell to cell, his face growing tighter and more angry with every female face he found. "S-S-SIR. You weren't supposed to be here until tomo--" One look from this man left skinny speechless. Snow was nearly thankful for that, excepting that of the three men, he was probably the leader, not to mention the fact he wasn't stupid. Intelligence along with malice shown plain in the strangely colored lavender eyes. "Really? That's going to be your excuse for this farce? You were meant to capture one girl. Not a dozen Mastus." He took his time, this new man, moving between cells, holding up a small lacrima powered light which outshone the torches' blazing ten fold. He stopped before her, a small smirk on his face. But he said nothing, only kept moving. When he had done with his examinations, he looked back at the other two, now fairly cowering in one corner of the room. "You will go upstairs. Fetch wated and food for all of them, even the one's you're pissed at. Bring down a chair. I think you have been too lax in your guard thus far, so I will take over from here. I knew better than to trust you two lackwits with such a simple task. Go. Move." They fairly tripped over themselves to go follow his bidding, and Snow sighed heavily. At least she could go to sleep. But she was going to end up having more issues if he decided to stick around. It would just take a bit longer, she told herself. He would have to take a piss sometime, she thought hopefully before closing her eyes. |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | Apr 10 2015, 05:47 AM Post #22 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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As they passed through the checkpoint, Ranth and Vince made their way down the hundred odd metres that remained between the checkpoint and the main gates and his eyes roamed over the long line of people that were waiting- some patiently, others not so much- for their turn to be checked out and allowed to escape the consequences of the gathering storm. Many cast looks at the pair, stunned to see anyone brave (or foolish) enough to be entering the place that so many were doing everything in their power to escape from. "So... is anyone else feeling like this is a terrible idea?" Ranth asked under his breath and Vince chuckled. "Maybe just a little" as they neared the gates, Ranth dismounted and indicated for Vince to do the same. "Horses won't be of much use to us in there, plus I have a feeling they'd end up stolen... or worse. We should leave them out here and if worst comes to worst and we're not back before their training kicks in then I think we're resourceful enough to find some means of transport home, don't you?" he asked with a sly grin. For Vince's part, he began to dismount and returned the grin, equally as sly. "I think we'll manage somehow", he agreed with an impish glint in his eye. Sending the horses off- prompting more dubious looks from their audience in the 'departure lounge', the pair finally turned back to the gate and the guards reluctantly opened up to allow them in. Once inside, the gates shut behind them with an ominous finality as they were left alone on the inside of what was now beginning to feel very much like a glorified prison. "So... we're here... now what?" Vince asked as they scanned the barren streets before them. Literally not a single soul was in sight and yet they could feel the heavy weight of more than one set of eyes upon them from unseen nooks and crannies. "Now... we start knocking", Ranth said and led the way down the main street. For in this place, divided by a war between two factions that was ostensibly invisible and at the same time obvious to everyone, anyone within these stone walls was either an ally or an enemy. There was no neutral territory to stand on, there was only 'us' and 'them',' friend' or 'foe' and with the arrival of these two strangers, all eyes would be upon them to know who they were, why there were here and most importantly... whose side they were on. So when Ranth said it was time to start knocking, what he really meant was that all they had to do was move around and the people involved in all of this would come to them and when they did... they'd get far more than they bargained for. Edited by Fafnir Rakesh, Apr 10 2015, 05:50 AM.
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Apr 11 2015, 04:41 AM Post #23 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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Snow, lost in a deep and dreamless sleep, was unaware of her jailor (the new one) watching her closely. She had her back to the door of the cell, and the man spotted something closely resembling a tattoo on her back. They weren't exactly meant to mess with the prisoners, (of which there was only meant to be one) but since they had ready messed up as much as this, he didn't see the harm in going a little further. Not that he would hurt any of them. He hadn't ever been as desperate as all that. Just wanted a closer look at that tattoo he told himself. Just because it looked slightly familiar, but he couldn't place it in his memory. He was tall, and battle tested over time. Being a jumped up lordling's man at arms had its perks, and its down sides. For example, he knew he needed to secure a girl for his lordship to get what he wanted. But he certainly didn't like leaving it in the hands of others while he attempted to pretend to stop riots, while inciting them. No, he would much rather have kidnapped the one girl and been done with it. So when the other two returned, he told them to be quiet, and took the key ring from Darius. The other two struggled under the weight of the desk, somehow managing to set it down without much issue. He creeped in quietly, as they both seemed to be wringing their hands like the morons they were behind him. Not being a dumb man himself, and recognizing at the least that he should be armed, as the feeling in the pit of hus stomach was a warning, far more than curiosity. Snow, sleeping so soundly, had no idea that her cell had been invaded. She instead simply lay there. Right up until the dumbass who had entered her cell touched her back. She responded swiftly, and violently, out of reaction as much as anything. She punched up and out with her right arm, as she had been laying on her left side. She hit him in the throat, and was mildly impressed when he didn't immediately go down. Right up until he answered her punch with one of his, busting her lip on the outside and inside as his knuckles hit the ouside and her own teeth hit the inside. She had time to utter an oath and spit blood before he was gone, and the door locked. But the damage had been done. In more ways than her physical injury or his. He looked at his companions, and once he could breathe again, he punched each one in turn harder than he had hit Snow. She was still spitting out blood, so witty repartee was not an option at the moment. But when he spoke, she grinned widely, pain in her newly split lip be damned. "We have a huge motherfucking problem." Snow sat back on her cot, still grinning, teeth painted a bloody red. They all looked at her like she was mad when she started laughing. Then finally, she found words. "Oh... Boys. You have no fucking idea." |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | Apr 12 2015, 03:35 AM Post #24 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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Ranth and Vince had meandered their way down the deserted main street without any sign of a single living soul save the oppressive atmosphere of a hundred disembodies eyes all trained upon their backs. "Do you think they're ever going to come out and say hello, or...?" Vince muttered to Ranth under his breath. "I hope so, it'll end badly for everyone involved if we have to go to them", Ranth sighed and came to a halt, prompting Vince to do the same and he sighed explosively, his cheeks flaring as he surveyed the barren streets and the concealed observers within the various buildings that bordered them. "Are you lot going to come out and greet us or are you just going to watch us while we go about our business?" This question was addressed to nobody in particular, but it was heard by over a dozen ears and was what finally prompted them to act. Seemingly appearing from thin air, a man materialised in the middle of the street. He was dressed quite finely and had an air of noble arrogance about him that immediately rubbed Ranth the wrong way, but he merely raised a questioning eyebrow. "My name is Gairon and I represent the house of Sumire", the man said with a very shallow bow. "What brings two travelers to our humble city in such... trying times?" He asked and Ranth had the distinct impression that if they gave the wrong answer here then they'd have more than just an exceptionally stealthy gentleman to contend with. "One of our compatriots came this way on a business trip and she never made contact with our contact here", Ranth said simply. "Who is this contact of yours?" Gairon asked and Ranth's lips twitched into a vague semblance of a smirk. "I'm afraid such information has no bearing on this discussion", Ranth said with an apologetic shake of his head. "We're here to find out what became of our companion and it's in your best interest to aid us in this endeavor", Ranth explained matter of factually. This of course prompted a derisive snort from Gairon and as he tilted his head back imperiously. "What makes you think that you're in a position to dictate my best interest?" His tone was dangerous and Ranth knew that he was one wrong step from provoking the man into turning them into another statistic under the heading of 'casualties resulting from collateral damage during the civil war'. So of course he took a running leap and jumped well beyond the point of simple provocation and issued an outright threat with all the casualness of someone discussing the weather. "Well, I simply assume that keeping your head firmly affixed to your shoulders would be quite high on your list of priorities", Ranth shrugged. "But if you're unwilling to help then I'm afraid that we have no use for you", he continued with a shrug. "Are you threatening me? A threat to me is a threat to the house of Sumire", the man said, his eyes narrowed angrily as he stepped towards the pair and a pale red aura began to surround him. "Just know that you brought this upon yourself and I won't give you time to regret your foolish decision", Gairon said as his aura intensified with every step he took and his mouth split into a predatory grin. Even Ranth had to admit that he hadn't expected the man to be in possession of such powerful magic and perhaps he'd bitten off a little more than he could chew. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Apr 12 2015, 03:59 AM Post #25 |
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Meanwhile....Back in smelly and now slightly bloody prison cell land... Snow sat back comfortably after her words, content to watch them work themselves into a frenzy of sorts. Well, one man did at the least. The one who had spotted the tattoo was now pacing in a tight little circle, pulling at his longish brown hair as though he might be able to pull the image from his mind via the roots of said hairs. He kept up a quick, if satisfying litany of, "ohfuckohfuckoh fuck." as he moved. His companions, having been knocked quite silly by this man's release of temper, were still trying to figure out how they could have possibly screwed up more than they had initially. The man of the hour was bug eyed, apparently realizing at this moment that they had left lackwits to do a job better for men with a brain. And besides generally kidnapping the wrong women..they had kidnapped the wrong woman. After his initial panic attack, he seemed to regain some small amount of composure. He came back toward the cell, this time with his eyes on her person as if she might sprout a second head at any moment. "What did they send you here for?" Snow quirked a brow. "Who sent me to what now?" He made a slight grown of frustration, but didn't get very close to the bars. They were even more wary than before. But he made his distaste for her obvious dissembling clear enough. "What did they send you here for?" Snow remained silence. Silence in itself could be an exceptionally helpful weapon. People like filling it in with their own ideas and assumptions. She let him do so now as she stared at him, the picture of nonchalance, even with her own blood running in a singular line down her chin. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, offering it. She stayed where she was. "Now look...This is all a misunderstanding. You can just tell them so. We don't want them pissed at us. Snow made that same expression. The perfect combination of innocence and polite confusion, such as one might make when humoring a crazy old auntie who can't recall her own name clearly but remembers dead relatives easily you've never heard of before. "Who?" He flushed a dark red. Apparently his temper wasn't as well adjusted as he liked to think. "You know good goddamn well who I mean!" He checked several corners, as though he expected dark mages to come springing out of them with crazy badass magic aimed directly at his head. When they didn't he turned back to Snow, eyes a little wild. "Grimoire H-Heart." It was a soft and fearful whisper. Snow had known of the reputation of the guild, not least attributed to the fact that a few of the higher ranking members were well beyond badass, and into the "scary af" territory. She had been rather unaware they warranted this much fear though. Instead of dwelling on that, she waved a hand in the air dismissively. "Oh them. Let's see...uh...None of your damn business. And who said they sent me? We do wander alone sometimes. The question is, are you willing to take the chance they aren't somewhere close by, looking for me, and by extension you, right now?" He blanched again, and his companions had come to their senses only to hear him say something about GH and nearly faint dead away. Damn, she thought. People were really dumb sometimes. "All right sir. You've got a little information on me. Now, the next question is, what are you going to do with it?" |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | Apr 12 2015, 12:02 PM Post #26 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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"Hey Ranth, I hope you know what you're doing", Vince muttered under his breath to his companion as Gairon continued his inexorable approach and the air began to grow thick with magical energy and Ranth could almost swear that he felt it pressing down on his shoulders like a physical weight that might impede his movement. "The fact that you're both still standing tells me that you're no ordinary travelers. I'd even hazard a guess that you're guild mages. But you're not match for I, Gairon the conqueror", the man declared boldly and his aura flared brightly and in response the atmosphere became even more dense and Ranth found that standing straight was quickly becoming something that required a conscious, concerted effort. One might have attributed this to some kind of gravity magic, but Ranth knew better both through experience and through what his eyes were at that very moment telling him. Whatever this magic was that bore down on them as though the weight of the world had suddenly grown exponentially, it wasn't gravity and that meant it was something new and unknown and that both thrilled and dismayed the archivist. He loved experiencing new magics, but not so much when it was being aimed at him. "Well", Ranth said with a grimace. "I guess since I poked the bear I should at least deal with the consequences", he said with a wry chuckle."You're damn right you should", was Vince's firm and immediate reply as Ranth squared his shoulders and stepped forwards to meet Gairon's slow march down the war path. "Oh, you can move? Consider me impressed, but before the conqueror you have no chance", Gairon chuckled and drew back his fist whilst taking one forceful step that would carry him into striking distance of Ranth. Then he swung and rather than his first travelling to meet Ranth's face it looked for all the world as if Ranth's face traveled to meet Gairon's first from Vinces perspective and then his guild mate was sent flying, skipping across the street like a stone before crashing into one of the shop fronts in a cacophony of broken wood and glass that made Vince wince just from witnessing the brutal attack. "Well, it seemed your talkative friend had more bark than bite", Gairon said with a sad shake of his head. For Vinces part, he could only give the man a lopsided grin and shrugged. "He can be a bit flaky sometimes that's for sure". Then he looked Gairon straight in the eye and folded his arms across his chest as his mouth turned into a knowing grin. "But I don't think you should judge his bark until you've felt his bite", he suggested with a jerk of his head towards the pile of smoking debris where Ranth had last been seen. Gairon hesitated, one eyebrow raised curiously as he turned to look in the direction Vince indicated. he didn't expect anyone to be able to survive- much less stand up- after taking a direct hit like that blonde upstart just did. He'd felt the impact and knew that the full force of the blow had been delivered to his intended target. Yet his red haired companion seemed so unfazed by seeing his supposed friend or at least ally sent flying with a single blow. But as each second passed with no sign of Ranth rising from the rubble he felt his confidence solidifying and his triumphant grin returned... Just in time for the shopfront and the ones adjoining it to explode violently and within the cloud of debris, the vague silhouette of someone moving made Gairon's eyes widen with shock and disbelief. "Impossible!" he growled through gritted teeth. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Apr 12 2015, 07:42 PM Post #27 |
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Snow eventually laid back down. Her captors, it would seem, had decided this required discussion amongst themselves, and were unwilling to leave now that they knew she was a mage of some sort. That was annoying as hell. One snide remark from her and they were all in a tizzy. Now she would be stuck waiting it out while they decided if she might be worth a hostage price, or if they simply needed to kill her (if they could), or let her go in hopes she wouldn't say anything. Fat chance of that. On the bright side the skinny one went upstairs to fetch water and food, and a portion was shoved into her cell by way of the small portion of her cage which have was about two inches higher off the ground than the others. She took this and quickly ate and drank. Some sort of stew which was tasteless but did the job of helping keep her strength up. She nodded off for a little after that as her captors had gone utterly silent. It was a fitful sort of sleep though, as she knew now she needed to be wary of someone coming in to slit her throat if she slept too soundly. Not a good prospect in her opinion, but the sleep was necessary. She woke a few hours later, the desk now occupied by a singular guard, the one she had hit earlier. She wondered if he would be keeping watch on her in particular from now on, or if there might be some small chance that she could free herself quietly. It seemed that it was to be the former. And she simply lay on her cot, staring up at the ceiling. She could, conceivably, turn, and use her moonbeam spell on him. But he would be injured, not dead, and would probably yell for help. Not at all conducive to a quick and silent escape. Decisions, decisions, she thought wearily. "What did you decide?" she said conversationally from her cot, eyes not leaving the stone ceiling above her. She heard him jump though. Surprisingly her words came out a little muddled. Apparently her lip had swollen significantly while she slept, making speech yet more difficult. So annoying. "Whatever do you mean?" He made his voice as nonchalant as her own, but she could quite literally smell the fear rolling off of him in waves. It had a metallic sort of smell to it. She was getting used to such things though. Her hearing also picked up on his elevated heartbeat when she listened hard enough. "You're that scared huh? I haven't attacked anyone. One punch at you because you touched me while I was sleeping, and that was merely reactionary. Do I really seem so dangerous to you?" He swallowed hard as she turned her eyes in his direction. "I never said I was scared. Why would I be? I have been in more battles than you ever thought of, I'd wager." Snow chuckled lightly. "Ever been to hell? Its quite the opposite of what people say." That caught him up short apparently. This was devolving into a pissing contest, and she had just won by virtue of doing something more badass than him. She sighed. "Can you at least tell me what you want the girl you're after for? My guards have been surprisingly unhelpful in this regard." He gave her a wary sort of look. She scoffed. "Please. If I could get out as easily as that, you would have found your companions long dead before you arrived on the scene. So do us both a favor to while away the time, and tell me the story. It won't kill anyone. And who am I going to tell?" He leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on the desk. "Suppose you're right. It goes like this...." |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | Apr 13 2015, 12:27 PM Post #28 |
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From amidst the flames of the explosion, Vince and Gairon watched the obscure figure as it approached step by inexorable step. However each mage regarded the sight of the figure coming more and more into focus with two very different expressions. A bead of nervous sweat ran down Gairon's face that had nothing to do with the flames that threatened the entire main street as he glimpse blonde hair, an amused grin and tattered clothing of Ranth Amanite who was very much alive and aside from his ruined clothes, in rather remarkable health. Vince on the other hand just chuckled and shook his head. Trust Ranth to show off in a situation like this. Emerging from the flames, Ranth paused and raised one hand and placed it against the side of his head and cracked his head with a hefty sigh. "I didn't understand it at first, but I think now I've got my head around it", he remarked to to the empty air around him as though lecturing a theater. "Got your head around what exactly?" Gairon snapped, his fist clenched and his arrogant demeanor slipping in the face of his building fury and indignation at his attack seemingly having no effect on the man who stood before him. "Might of the Conqueror. Your magic. It's quite different to anything I've seen but now... I've got it memorised", Ranth grinned and tapped the side of his head twice before letting his hand drop back by his side."I was sure it was related to gravity somehow at first, but you really gave the game away when you punched me. To think that your magic just boils down to enforcing your will on the world around you. It's almost like imagination magic", he laughed in earnest as in the span of thirty seconds he demonstrated that he'd come to understand Gairon's magic inside and out. of course, Gairon's eyes were wide with horror and fury as Ranth's words met his ears. He was a man of pride and he took pride in his magic more so than even the most zealous of mages. of course, his anger now would pale to the fury he'd soon experience but for now he glared daggers at the upstart who was trouncing upon his gentleman's honor. "You cheeky brat. So what if you understand how my magic works. If you knew then you should have fled while you had the chance, for my will is absolute, as befitting a conqueror!", Gairon spat and assumed a fighting stance and drew back his first again. Now what Ranth understood which he hadn't before was that this was all posturing. Gairon was no doubt at that very moment forming an image of Ranth receiving his blow and was pouring his 'will' into that image which he would then release and that image would be made reality through his magic. This was what it really meant to impose one's will on the world around him. "Your magic is indeed formidable", Ranth conceded with a shrug of his shoulders. "But you're not looking at the big picture. You're not dreaming big enough", he said as he wiggled his finger like a teacher scolding a student. "Here... I'll show you that anything you can do... I can do better" As the words left his mouth, Ranth swung an absurdly slow straight punch that might have been seen in a demonstration for teaching novices. Yet as he reached full extension, Gairon's head jerked backwards violently and then Ranth's image flickered and vanished as he imposed his 'will' in order to move himself behind Gairon and then used that same 'will' to impose the damage of ten punches upon his opponent without even having to swing his fist. "You limit yourself through a lack of imagination. You tie yourselves down with the shackles of those who don't possess magic. You are weak", Ranth scoffed as Gairon collapsed before him under a rain of intangible blows. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Apr 13 2015, 08:56 PM Post #29 |
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"I work a few towns over, for this little man who thinks he ought to be a big man. Since he isn't, he took an opportunity when it presented itself. That opportunity being the death of someone important. Normally, the place is taken up by a family member. Inherited if you will. But normally the person to take it up is male. In this case, the only heir was female, so he thought he had it in the bag to make a name for himself. No one wants a girl taking a man's place and doing a man's job in these little backwater villages." Snow quirked a brow. "Not my opinion and no offense of course." he backtracked quickly. Snow could see where this story was going; had already made the logical conclusions this presented. But she figured she might as well let him talk. The less he thought of her ability to reason, the more comfortable he would become. It was so much easier to hunt prey that didn't suspect you than it was to hunt prey that was skittish an wary. "When it came out that people on both sides of the dispute were mostly okay with her taking the proffered seat, it became apparent he would need to take drastic measures." He spread his hands wide to indicate the situation that currently surrounded them. Snow sighed. "So how did dumb and dumber get the privilege of taking on what was undoubtedly one of the most important parts of this scheme?" Thr man shook his head regretfully. "They had been wanting to prove themselves for some time. It was just by chance really they got it without any supervision. I was busy fighting for my Lord. They went ahead without me." Snow laughed a little. "Good job. You guys are all screw ups. I'm going to assume your lord doesn't know the sort of mess they've made, considering how surprised you were." He shook his head again and sat back. "So you ready to give us at least a name?" Snow barked another laugh. "Hell no. You know my guild. You know I am a mage. You don't get more information than that. Sorry not sorry." She shrugged. Her mind was still working. She wasn't simply sitting here doing nothing at all. Instead, she was thinking about his words. A few towns over. But the situation sounded a lot like what she had initially been sent out to take care of. So, if that were the case, that meant that if people had been sent to hunt for her, and bring her home safe to the guild, they would be looking in the wrong place. She couldn't readily identify the place she was in either, given the lack of windows. But it meant she would likely be stuck here for some time while they attempted to pick up her trail. She sighed again. Sometimes one needed to be one's own knight in shining armor. No use waiting around for a rescue party. And she could still probably glean some information from her jailors in short order. Now that she had opened up the lines of communication. The other women, unknown to Snow, had also been listening quietly to the story, though most of them again feigned sleep. And one in particular found this information extremely useful. She would be remembering the face of the man before them now, when she figured out a way to leave. She had every intention of reclaiming her Father's seat, and this had been.helpful indeed. |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | Apr 15 2015, 08:11 AM Post #30 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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Blood flew from Gairon as Ranth's assault ran its course and although he began to collapse, he caught himself with his hand son his knees and his breath coming in slow, deliberate breaths before he forced himself to straighten. "You know nothing of what it means to wield my magic and you know even less about what it means to stand under the banner of the Sumire Clan", Gairon growled without turning to face Ranth. "But since you're so eager to trample upon my honor with your hubris then you leave me with no choice but to show you the full extent of my magical might", he said and only then did he turn around. When he did turn, Ranth nearly took a step back as the man's eyes were ablaze with magic and Ranth was hit with the 'image' that Gairon was pouring his will into for his next attack. It was an image of Ranth lying dead in the very same street that he now stood in and Ranth's eyes widened. Could he really use his magic to simply kill someone by imagining it? He wanted to say it wasn't, or that it shouldn't or that it couldn't... but he could see the huge influx of magic that was building around Gairon and he was certain that even if it wasn't possible, Gairon certainly believed it was and that was more than enough reason for concern. So Ranth did the only thing he could and mirrored Gairon's intent with an image of Gairon lying dead at his feet and poured every ounce of will and magic he had into it. Unbeknownst to either combatant, the effect of their mental battle was expressing itself around them in the form of the air becoming thick with magic and it made the hair on the back of Vince's neck stand on end. But it wasn't limited to mere shivers down the spine, as lighting struck from a cloudless sky and obliterated a nearby shop. In their battle to strike the other dead with nothing but sheer force of well it was driving the very heavens into a state of frenzy and if this kept up then it wouldn't just be Ranth or Gairon that lost their lives. All of Sampaguitown could be wiped out in the crossfire if something wasn't done... But something was about to be done and it wasn't Vince who would do it. Rather, a female voice cut through the air like a knife. "Gairon, just what do you think you're doing?" The voice was scolding and authoritative and as it reached the ears of the two combatants a very strange thing happened. All of the magic the two parties had been holding fizzled and died, along with all of the magic around them. Ranth even found his archive analysis deactivated and blinked in bewilderment as he looked around at a world entirely devoid of magic. Then he turned to source of the voice that had banished all magic around it and saw a woman of noble bearing standing at the end of the street looking thoroughly displeased as she approached. "I believe you swore an oath, Gairon. Do I need to remind you what that oath entailed?" "No M'lady, I am deeply sorry". All of his anger and hate had vanished in an instant and now Ranth felt entirely out of sorts as the man he'd been fighting with only moments ago was rendered about as threatening as an ageing butler before this woman. "And you two. What makes you think you can come in here at a time like this and pick a fight?" It took a moment for Ranth and Vince to realise that the woman was addressing them now and with the same authoritative superiority that she'd spoken down to Gairon with. "Umm... Just who are you exactly?" Ranth asked, thoroughly perplexed and more than a little intrigued. |
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