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familiar Familiarrosalie - pronghorn
played by OOC Namepandora
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Post by milo tremerie on Mar 5, 2022 17:12:23 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","pie"] "Is this how rabid dogs are trained these days?"[break][break] Milo spares the stranger a glance backward, but there's an eerie discipline to it. He is steady -- the notion of him being trained, at least, appears correct. [break][break] And then his lips break out in a small, fake smile, even as his grip on the chain linking Serenya's cuffs tighten. In his other hand, he maintains his WINDBLADE in an agile, ever-ready grip. He watches as Sylvaine regains control of the situation. Good, both the ladies appear to be under control. But who on earth are these masked witches? What should he do now? He's not sure. [break][break] "Oh? Unfortunately, you caught us at a bad time," he says, almost apologetic. And then he frowns, a gesture as meaningless and shallow as his smile. He returns her challenge with one of his own: "What's with the masks?"[break][break] I don't like this. Their masks...it's unnerving, Rosalie says. She's far closer to Erin than Milo, and the aura of dread makes her bristle and point her antlers towards the enchantress. Rosalie attempts to intimidate Erin to get Sylvaine and Nair away from the staircase, away from trouble as soon as possible. [break][break] But the ice bomb keeps ticking, and even as Milo is trying to yank again on Serenya's chain, he knows that he's going to have to duck for cover. He asks Rosalie to retreat into the mana realm, momentarily disarming himself as instinct takes over his body. [break][break] He rolls backward, pulling Serenya along with him, wherever he may end up. He tries to duck so that he's close to the door, close to getting out of this hellish house as soon as possible. [break][break] erin caulfield [break][break] m7uT78h3 + 10[break]tl;dr chats with erin, ducks in the direction of the main door, pulls serenya with him. [newclass=".pie"]background: var(--secondbg);color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: 'Jost';font-size: 13px;line-height: 1.8; width: 475px; margin: 0 auto; padding:5em 4em 4em 4em;text-align:justify; box-sizing:border-box;} .pie a { letter-spacing: 0.1em; text-transform:uppercase; width:fit-content; margin:0 auto; display:block; background-color:var(--boardbg); padding:0.6em 0.8em;margin-top:4em;font-size:0.8em;} .pie .vdice-box { border: 0px; box-shadow: none; background-color: var(--boardbg);} .pie .vdice-value { padding-top: 20px;font: bold 25px 'Jost',sans-serif;} .pie b { color: var(--cerberus); [/newclass] |
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familiar Familiarhubert ("bertie"), water deer.
played by OOC Namebean
❛ off-topic question, you have been stopped. ❜
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Post by sylvaine vaillancourt on Mar 5, 2022 19:43:48 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","pie"] bertie's kick is powerful and lands square into the fragile gut of the witch, knocking them flat onto the floor. their familiar materialises upon contact, a great lion who rumbles scathingly. barking loudly and tossing his head in righteousness, bertie stamps his hoof and retorts viciously, "says one whose witch cowers behind a mask like a coward. what do you have to hide?"[break][break]the feline pounces with a snarl, catching bertie with a swipe, much like that of a true hunt. stumbling under the weight of the lion, bertie bugles loudly at the pain that explodes down his side, rushing his head downwards to pierce the paw with his tusks in an attempt to get it off. [break][break] ———————— [break][break]a sting sears across sylvaine's back at the impact of adelais' attack, the phantom sensation of a colossal paw digging into her shoulder blade holding her in place. she takes in an audible intake of breath as her heart rate skyrockets, pupils dilating in sympathetic response at the feeling of being hunted. the witch who had descended the stairs casts a spell and while it does not have any injurious effect, she feels herself lock still, limbs frozen and unable to move. panic floods her veins as she tries to fight off the effects of the jinx. [break][break]move, move, move, move. [break][break]the pause in her actions allows the remaining hemsworth to dash towards the stairs and start to drag the other witch upwards. it's a second later when the spell's effect wear off, and she chases after them, spurred by pure adrenaline. she grabs onto the hemsworth witch with a desperate grip, using her own body to angle off the masked one from interfering. snapping the cuffs of her GILDED CHAINS, she holds on tight and prepares to drag her back down the stairs. she holds out her free hand towards the masked witch, palm suddenly glowing with the mana force of FIREBALL. [break][break] "don't move." she orders breathily, fingers still trembling from the adrenaline running through her system. staring into the mask, she feels a shiver go down her spine, but she refuses to let the fear overtake her. she has the slightest of advantages now, and she has to use it to its greatest effect. at such close proximity, a FIREBALL would do more than just singe the witch, and she hopes that she doesn't have to release it. [break][break]wanting to reach milo, she barely even begins to take a step down when she sees him roll, the realisation that the ice globe is ticking its last hitting her immediately. she tries ducks for cover behind the stair railings, dragging the hemsworth witch down with her with a yank on the chains and yells at bertie in her head to stay in the kitchen. qLiE1OSn +10 [break] tldr;
[break]1. bertie attempts to get adelais off him by slashing/stabbing his paw.
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familiar FamiliarAdelais, the Ascended Lion
played by OOC Namerinny
hit me with your killshot, baby
ghostwalker
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Post by Quynh Le on Mar 6, 2022 2:42:15 GMT -7
Queenie laughed, the air slowly filling her lungs again and staggered onto her feet. "I'm just protecting my pretty face from getting scarred, that's all."
Her hand trembled upon Adelais's back as she supported herself up. Her was blood still boiling for furious vengeance, so much so her body must be mistaking it for adrenaline. Her nails sharpened, and while they were not as deadly as Adelais's, it was damn sharp enough to draw blood.
The bond between witch and familiar was unspeakable, and with barely a signal, the lion charged at Hubert with a predatory roar, while Queenie took this chance to try and slip past the deer and into the living room.
If she failed to do so, and this little deer somehow managed to stave both of them off, the only realistic course of action was to turn onto the pesky obstacle. Her feral claws swiped for him, for any god forsaken chance that would get her out of this kitchen.
But say if Lady Luck was finally on her side: Queenie would give a few pauses. First was at the spinning ice bomb floating right in the middle of the room. All alarms in her head told her that this wasn't a friendly spell, especially with one of the Cerberus witches demanded something be turned off. This must be the thing.
Second pause came from seeing the familiar face. Queenie could not help the instinctive sense of disappointment that washed over her, though as things were, she shouldn't be surprised. Hydra and Cerberus go together like peanut butter and eel jello.
Still feeling intensely petty from the previous interactions or lack thereof, the witch charged at Milo with a large bat like sized weapon in hand, aimed straight for him.
Where did it come from? I dunno, it's in her inventory, so-- we're using it.
In the end, the only constant was the spinning and ticking time bomb. Everything suddenly went silent--no screams from Serenya and a chilling drop in temperature. Queenie wouldn't be able to finish her action properly, suddenly now thrown into survival mode. She dropped to a crouch onto the ground and as close to any cover as possible, covering the back of her head and neck. The vital spots to keep safe. If she had never left the kitchen, she'd feel the pain, the heaviness... but also would find a noticeable lack of blood.
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tl;dr
- Queenie transfigures Addy's muscles to her legs and arms (arms pref), and gives herself some neat lion claws
- Addy attacks Hubert again, Queenie uses this distraction to try and slip past Hubert to the living room
- If successful, she wields her unwieldy spoon towards Milo('s head pref)
- If unsuccessful, she turns onto Hubert with her own claws.
- Takes cover under anything close by when the bomb sets off, prioritising covering the back of her neck/head
- If Queenie is still in the kitchen this round, Addy covers her.
Lotta if's in this post lol sry
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familiar Familiarsiri, the white vampire bat
played by OOC Namejuno
dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep
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Post by erin caulfield on Mar 6, 2022 8:19:04 GMT -7
[attr="class","erin"]Erin's orders for her familiar are simple: Find me a blow torch. Now. And so the bat flies back up and towards the kitchen. What she finds is, to her surprise, another warzone. Siri circles around the quarrel, hoping to avoid direct confrontation while she searches for the tool her witch requested.
In the living room, Erin's initial plan fails, and for this she curses the cops' luck (it's never her fault, what are you insinuating), but at least one of the elderly women can escape—for a moment only. They're separated before anything can be said or done. Interfered with, even. Erin arches an eyebrow at the trembling witch thinking she can stand in her way, thinking Erin of all people would sit still and look pretty upon request.
For all the trouble these two are giving her, They're incredibly dumb, aren't they? To believe they could make an escape without addressing their two masked obstacles first.
"Speak for yourself."
The ORGANIFREEZE is back, now with the added intent of spiting the firecaller. A fireball at point blank may turn out ugly, but now that she's showed her hand, Erin can look for the same physical cues and reverse it right back at her. The enchantress would be shaking her head if she wasn't on the benefitted side. Maybe she'd make the girl trip down the stairs when the spell breaks; that would be funny to watch.
Instead she nods to Nair. "We'll get you out. I still need your wife's help on those essays." Or hers. It's hard to tell which of the two is responsible for the enchantments Erin needs to undo, but the one unstable enough to create a ticking ice bomb gets her vote. For the raw power involved, if not for the soundness of mind.
She doesn't need to look down to smell the pain the witch in question is going through. Doesn't need to watch the explosion to tell it's coming. Doesn't know if her fruitless attempt at ducking and shielding herself with her arms happens before her warning to "Recall your familiar!" or if it dies in her throat as ice shatters and the million icicles find soft skin to pierce.
Time's up. All she can do in that split moment is recount the amount of flammable objects in the living room: the carpet, the couch, wooden shelves, the fireplace.
With each noun enumerated, her adrenaline is fueled.
sylvaine vaillancourt Quynh Le
jpWMmsDQ
- Siri flies to the kitchen in search of a tool to break the handcuffs.
- Erin defies Syl by casting another ORGANIFREEZE.
- A bit of inner monologue as the ice bomb explodes. [newclass=".erin > b"]color: var(--hovericoncolor); } .erin b i { font-weight: normal; } .erin p b, .erin p i { color: var(--hydra); } .erin a, .erin .user-link, .erin .js-user-link { text-transform: lowercase; [/newclass] |
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high priestess
999
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familiar Familiariorek byrnison
played by OOC Namepandora
content monkey
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Post by pandora on Mar 6, 2022 11:49:40 GMT -7
[googlefont=Jost|Yantramanav][nospaces] [attr="class","spellchat"] [attr="class","contact"] SPS CIRCE, ASURA, L.L.[attr="class","fas fa-phone-alt"][attr="class","fas fa-video"][attr="class","fas fa-comments"] [attr="class","imbody"] FEB 27TH [attr="class","imtextcontright"] [attr="class","imtext"] lord lorraineThe pack is here. Get out. [attr="class","imtext"] Now. |
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Administrator
high priestess
999
gold
familiar Familiariorek byrnison
played by OOC Namepandora
content monkey
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Post by pandora on Mar 6, 2022 11:50:07 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","staffcont"] [attr="class","staffheader"]
six pointed star
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"]  from atop the highlands...[attr="class","staffpara"]
Farah can appreciate the Vulcan Highlands.[break][break]
It's the site of many Hydra graves, she's sure -- and her coven had never won a single battle on these hallowed, Cerberus-infested grounds. But she can respect their towering soveirgnity, the resilience of mountains---[break][break]
She cocks her head so she's back looking through the scope. [break][break]
The bright red crosshairs align on a head of bright blue hair.[break][break]
She thinks about it, for a second. [break][break]
Farah's staring down the barrel of one of her favorite toys -- a Vulpetta 860, with a magically modified scope capable of theoretically infinite zoom. She's had this one for years. They have a history. [break][break]
On her belly on a mountain top, with no company but her familiar, Farah Serizawa contemplates what it might mean to start a war.
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Margin of error? she asks.[break][break]
Amelie answers:[break][break]
At least 3 meters.[break][break]
Hmm.[break][break]
Why are you asking? We both know you can make the shot. A snicker.[break][break]
A pause. Farah frowns at the scene unfolding before her -- a giant bat of some sort is bring brought upon the baby wolf's head. It appears Erin and Queenie have lost sight of the objective.[break][break]
What are they doing?[break][break]
Loitering, Amelie hisses. Initiates and their greedy idealism.[break][break]
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You are quite forgiving, with this generation.[break][break]
Perhaps. You disprove?[break][break]
Of you? Child, never.[break][break]
And why not?[break][break]
Because you are the Leviathan.[break][break]
Displeased, Farah turns her attention to beyond the house on the docks. In the skies, she spots the enemy's reinforcements. A swarm of flies is descending on a corpse, mounting broomsticks, their capes fluttering like wings in the wind.[break][break]
Her interface glows briefly with the arrival of a new text -- Farah already knows what it's going to say. She also knows that it's been sent to the initiates indoors. She gives them 30 seconds.[break][break]
And then, with a flick of the wrist and within a millimeter of precision, the rifle tilts back to the original target, and then a few degrees upward, to the second floor, where all the fuel and materials have been set out, and she fires--
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And within seconds, the entirety of the upper floor goes up in flames.
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familiar Familiarsiri, the white vampire bat
played by OOC Namejuno
dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep
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Post by erin caulfield on Mar 6, 2022 14:26:44 GMT -7
[attr="class","erin"]The dagger pierces through her forearm with a coldness she can't say she's experienced before. It makes her gasp, makes her magical grasp on the brunette witch loosen, but her body is screaming at her, telling her it's no time to slow down. There is a fire to start, two witches to save, and a date at Gibson's to attend. She has no time for this.
Her interface buzzes with a new notification. Yazmine agreeing to their meeting the following morning, she assumes. She's proved wrong by Lord Lorraine, telling them they're out of time.
Fuck.
On the other side of the house, the blow torch her familiar had miraculously found drops to the floor as she disappears from the physical realm—and later reappears by her witch's side.
Erin is still on the stairs and there are too many interferences downstairs to make a prompt escape, so the only option is upstairs, back to where she came from. She has no time—or enough functional arms—to open the bottle of AQUAPYRA she's been keeping in her pocket, so instead she throws it down at the carpet with all her force before tracing her steps up and towards the window she'd used to enter the property.
In the seconds she has to make her exit, the complicated series of steps she'd followed before to climb up to this same window are impossible to replicate. She looks down at grass and flower beds and the two wooden planks she's pulling up with WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA to break her tiered falls, trying her best not to put too much pressure on her injured arm.
This is gonna hurt like hell tomorrow.
- Forearm ouchies.
- Throws her bottle of AQUAPYRA at the floor before dashing upstairs.
- Trying to exit through the same window she used to enter. Probably in the middle of using wooden planks to create a makeshift ladder with WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA to climb down, when Farah makes her shot? Probably trips and falls anyways. Or some other misfortune. [newclass=".erin > b"]color: var(--hovericoncolor); } .erin b i { font-weight: normal; } .erin p b, .erin p i { color: var(--hydra); } .erin a, .erin .user-link, .erin .js-user-link { text-transform: lowercase; [/newclass] |
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familiar FamiliarAdelais, the Ascended Lion
played by OOC Namerinny
hit me with your killshot, baby
ghostwalker
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Post by Quynh Le on Mar 6, 2022 15:50:49 GMT -7
The notification ping rung like a death knell, and she swiftly swiped open her interface. Her eyes barely skimmed the message before it was stuffed away, but the important message was clear: they had to leave. A part of her felt indignance, she thought this was a two-man job. But reinforcements had come, implying to her that she and Erin truly were just the lab rats of this mission. The pawns. The mere distraction.
The frosty shrapnel blew past, thankfully gifting her nothing worse than shallow scratches. Now wasn't the time for a philosophical crisis however. A sense of foreboding draped over Adelais's back, like a heavy and dark curtain and with a resentful glare at the water deer, he stepped backwards into the mana realm, cutting their battle short.
A glass shattered again, and Queenie's head darted towards the source. Her cheap potion bottle was smashed to pieces on the ground and Erin disappeared. Flames licked up her leather boots, the temperature blending in perfectly with her heat of her blood.
Her legs moved on its own, beelining straight for the front door and with a clawed hand, tried to grasp Serenya to come with her for her escape. The makeshift bat-like weapon she used was left behind on the floor. What an inconvenient thing to keep and use.
She glanced over her shoulder into the living room as Farah's shot came through, another crash sounded off in her ears and the crackle of fire seemed to double. Upstairs? Did Erin manage to do it?
reaction post:
- Addy returns to the mana realm
- Queenie GTFOs out the front door
- Tries to grab Serenya if she can on her way out
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familiar Familiarrosalie - pronghorn
played by OOC Namepandora
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Post by milo tremerie on Mar 6, 2022 17:35:48 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","pie"] There's so much happening, all at once. Someone is after him with a bat? No. A spoon? [break][break] Rosalie laughs, and honestly, that throws Milo off more than anything else. Why was she laughing? Rosalie was seldom gleeful about combat situations, and sure, the spoon thing was absurd and all but-- [break][break] And then he feels it. She wants...to play, he realizes. [break][break] A kind of lightness overtakes him, even as he squirms in an attempt to get to the door. Rosalie appears again, and, in Milo's head, what she would usually do is try to rush Queenie, try to trip her up. But she stays in her position at the top of the staircase, not even bothering to stop Erin or contribute to the fight. [break][break] Do it, she seems to say, altho Milo isn't sure if he's imagining it, because she's never said anything like this before. Use my power. [break][break] All around him, with as much strength, as he can muster, Milo conjures SLICING GALES-- they are ruthless and indiscriminate. He is no longer running for the door. He is targeting the legs and limbs of both the masked witches, but doesn't seem to care too much if he's off-target. What he does care about is simple: no one is getting close to him or his prisoner. [break][break] And there's a hollow, cold lightness to his resolve. It sings like the wind. Quynh Le erin caulfield [break][break] [break]tl;dr stands his ground, indiscriminately launches mutliple slicing gales the second he sees queenie coming for him, aiming for legs [newclass=".pie"]background: var(--secondbg);color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: 'Jost';font-size: 13px;line-height: 1.8; width: 475px; margin: 0 auto; padding:5em 4em 4em 4em;text-align:justify; box-sizing:border-box;} .pie a { letter-spacing: 0.1em; text-transform:uppercase; width:fit-content; margin:0 auto; display:block; background-color:var(--boardbg); padding:0.6em 0.8em;margin-top:4em;font-size:0.8em;} .pie .vdice-box { border: 0px; box-shadow: none; background-color: var(--boardbg);} .pie .vdice-value { padding-top: 20px;font: bold 25px 'Jost',sans-serif;} .pie b { color: var(--cerberus); [/newclass] |
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Administrator
high priestess
999
gold
familiar Familiariorek byrnison
played by OOC Namepandora
content monkey
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Post by pandora on Mar 6, 2022 22:17:28 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","staffcont"] [attr="class","staffheader"]
SIX-POINTED STAR (REPRISE)
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"]  INSIDE THE HEMSWORTH RESIDENCE...[attr="class","staffpara"] Quynh Le has bitten off perhaps more than she can chew. But hey-- at least it starts off well. [break][break] Adelais, is able to effectively lock down Hubert, giving his now transfigured witch ample room and time to escape the kitchen. Queenie does so with the power and speed of a lion on the hunt, and finds herself dashing down the staircase. [break][break] Successfully sidestepping Sylvaine, Queenie runs across the room to swing at Milo with her UNWEILDY SPOON -- but it is at this exact moment that Hubert stabs Adelais's paws with his horns, and the pain instantly transfers to Queenie's palm-- the spoon goes flying ahead of her, slamming into milo tremerie 's relaxed arm before clanking onto the ground. [break][break] Milo rolls to the side, but in his effort to duck, he sprains an ankle, and his mobility is cut in half-- he doesn't make it to the doorway. When he stands up to summon Rosalie and attack, he feels a sharp and stabbing pain in his foot, that causes the spell, already cast with a reckless disregard for human life, to go haywire.[break][break] The SLICING GALES hit everything-- erin caulfield is caught with a gash on her midriff, Queenie's right ankle is slashed, and, most notably, sylvaine vaillancourt 's wrist and forearm. [break][break] The consequence, for Cerberus, appears disastrous: Nair escapes Sylvaine's hold and rushes upstairs alongside Erin, moving ahead of her up the stairs since the enchantress has been delayed by her newfound injuries. Her AQUAPYRA hits the bottom of the staircase, trapping Sylvaine where she is. [break][break] "You mean mine?" Nair says, with a small smile as she, too, summons her familiar and cries out, surprised by the pain. She can only maintain it for long enough to remove their protection on her enchantments. So this is what Serenya had been going through... Nair grits her teeth, stumbling up the staircase. And for what...[break][break] By the time Erin has reached the top floor and jumps out of the window, she barely has the concentration to maintain any spell, let alone multiple floating objects. The upper floor is set on fire even as she jumps out of the window, and the heat instnalty melts the icicle inside her forearm, leaving her with a gaping hole in her hand. (The same is true for Sylvaine, who now has a hole in her right thigh) If they don't treat their injuries soon, the damage might prove permanent...[break][break] She crashes down through the window and stumbles onto the ground--[break][break] Meanwhile, Queenie's trasnfiguration protects her, to some extent, from the newfound slash on her ankle. She is able to run still, even though each step she takes feels like she's stepping on unprotected bone. And who knows what'll happen if she fails to maintain her transfiguration...Somehow, though unable to pull Serenya through with her, she winds up outdoors, near the front entrance--- [break][break] And they are both greeted with the same terrifying sight, Queenie moreso than Erin since she chooses the front. This is what L.L. meant by "the pack," huh. The afternoon sky is filled with a squadron of Cerberus witches, dressed more formally than the two inside the house. The Hydra witches are now injuried and vastly outnumbered, and it's only a matter of time before they're spotted... [break][break] Nair turns to Erin as she falls and hushes the girl before she can speak. [break][break] "Listen to me, child," Nair begins, not giving the injured witch a second to breathe. The GILDED CHAINS chafe her bound wrists as she moves -- with the kitchen in flames, Siri is unable to find anything of use. "I gave my life to this coven. And now--" she jerks her head to the burning home "-- I've given it my life's work. I don't regret a second of it. Do you understand?"[break][break] The Cerberus witches are dismounting -- at least four of them are at the front gate near Queenie, and three are landing near Erin. Time is of the essence. [break][break] "There is a dagger in my breast pocket. End this. Now. And tell..." Nair hesitates, if only for a second. "Tell Jayna. You find Jayna and you tell her. That I'll be watching over her. From beyond the West Salem Sea."[break][break] Meanwhile, inside the house, the AQUAPYRA burns brightly at the bottom of the stairwell, effectively trapping Sylvaine in between two raging fires, both as dangerous as the other... [break][break] Milo, on the other side of the living room, has something else to contend with: the cruel miseries of the GILDED CHAIN he has inflicted upon Serenya. Her constant use of magic has burned her wrists beyond recognition, and instantly cauterized the wounds it would have created. The pain, the draining of her mana, and the adrenaline are too much for her-- and she sways, falling to the ground, fainted. GUIDELINES[attr="class","staffpara"] - YOU HAVE 72HRS TO POST.
- You may only post once in this round. Please be mindful of how many actions you can take in a post.
- CERBERUS ADVANTAGE: All CERBERUS WITCHES gain +10 on their rolls
- REMINDER that this is an injury-enabled event, as well as PVP. Here's some staff notes on what to expect with these events.
- Several characters now have DANGEROUS INJURIES that may threaten limb loss. Plan your actions carefully and realistically to ensure they don't aggravate their wounds.
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familiar Familiarrosalie - pronghorn
played by OOC Namepandora
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Post by milo tremerie on Mar 6, 2022 23:14:19 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","pie"] This is my power, Rosalie says. And for the first time, she owns it. He is blown away by the ease of it, the cleanness of the air as it swirls around him. The sharpness. The way it glides through space and flesh like it's made for cutting, made for killing. [break][break] And Gods, does it kill. [break][break] He winces, looks away from his own madness -- even as the strike incapacitates Queenie and Erin, he flinches at the blood. Real blood, he thinks, and suddenly he's feeling the pain in his ankle, and he's watching his own madness unfold before him. [break][break] He is captivated, wholly taken in by the bright red on Syl's wrists. He imagines them playing the piano, offering him a reluctant hug. He imagines the mission they had taken on together, the vortex of wind that her hands had weathered. His own wind, in the end, is what slices her open. [break][break] Nair darts up the stairs. The masked terrorist rushes past him. He doesn't even see it. [break][break] "Sylvaine!" he shouts, anguished, and takes two steps to her, but then stops as a bottle of AQUAPYRA crashes onto the ground, erupting into liquid fire, spreading across the linoleum flooring. No, no, no.[break][break] He brings an arm in front of him, casting a CUSHIONED BLOW as widely as he can, facing downward toward the ground the snuff out the fire before it can get any worse. And then--[break][break] He feels a shift in pressure from the chains in his hand, and he reflexively moves to catch Serenya in his arms, as though it's the most natural thing in the world. [break][break] "What--"[break][break] He squirms, trying to let the lady rest against his body, and then moves to create PLATFORMERS for Sylvaine, to hopefully step over the fire and across the living room. He needs to make sure he's okay. Nothing else matters right now. [break][break] "Syl, please, come on," he's saying, because he doesn't know what else to say. "We've gotta get out of here, okay?" he pleads.[break][break] l9ZJk1Fdsylvaine vaillancourt [break][break] [break]tl;dr tries to put out the fire, catches serenya, creates platformers for syl to cross safely [newclass=".pie"]background: var(--secondbg);color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: 'Jost';font-size: 13px;line-height: 1.8; width: 475px; margin: 0 auto; padding:5em 4em 4em 4em;text-align:justify; box-sizing:border-box;} .pie a { letter-spacing: 0.1em; text-transform:uppercase; width:fit-content; margin:0 auto; display:block; background-color:var(--boardbg); padding:0.6em 0.8em;margin-top:4em;font-size:0.8em;} .pie .vdice-box { border: 0px; box-shadow: none; background-color: var(--boardbg);} .pie .vdice-value { padding-top: 20px;font: bold 25px 'Jost',sans-serif;} .pie b { color: var(--cerberus); [/newclass] |
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gold
familiar FamiliarAdelais, the Ascended Lion
played by OOC Namerinny
hit me with your killshot, baby
ghostwalker
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Post by Quynh Le on Mar 6, 2022 23:50:29 GMT -7
In essence, a shit show. Queenie wasn't sure how much of it was caused by her own doing or if it was just a series of hilariously unfortunate events, but just as she slammed her bleeding foot onto the grass, her pumping blood rapidly drops to a frozen chill.
A horror movie.
Her head tilted up to the sky at the sights of the red swarm descending down to the gates. The throbs and stings on her right ankle seemed to melt away into nothing, replacing a rush that on another day, separate from all this, Queenie would be able to descibe it as:
Despair.
The roar to focus from within the mana realm shook her out of it. The pain flooded back, as if time resumed and she choked back a sob. She can't escape this.
Her vision blurred and turned upside down, literally swept off her feet. Adelais materialised back out onto the physical plane, and in his gaping jaw, he scooped her up like a mother feline would a cub, and darted around the back as fast as he could for their escape. The pain on his right hind leg ebbed away slowly as Queenie's foot was no longer being used. Thank god for that; he'd have a difficult time moving otherwise.
The lion paused briefly when he saw Erin and Nair on a crumpled heap on the grass. They were allies, coven mates. It was only right, wasn't it?
"Get on. Quick."
The offer wasn't permanent, though. The moment he sensed hesitation or refusal, he was off--leaping up onto the back fence in hopes of disappearing on the other side.
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tl;dr
- Queenie kinda freaking out, Addy materialises again and scoops her into his mouth.
- Runs around to the back of the house, makes a short stop to offer Erin and Nair a quick escape via lion mount
- Regardless of answer, Addy tries to leap onto and over the fence to gtfo
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gold
familiar Familiarsiri, the white vampire bat
played by OOC Namejuno
dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep
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Post by erin caulfield on Mar 7, 2022 6:30:39 GMT -7
[attr="class","erin"]Her head is throbbing, she's starting to feel the pain on her arm and her midriff, the epinephrine in her body is struggling to keep up, it's hurting everywhere, and this witch is asking her to kill her? Erin blinks two tired eyes awake, reaches out for the dagger with her good arm.
She can do this. She nods—not only in understanding, but in recognition of the witch before her. Of her work and her sacrifice.
"Thank you for your contribution."
With a gulp, she stabs the witch in the heart.
The seconds it takes for Nair's consciousness to fade away expand into a full still-picture scene. Erin sees herself in Nair, in the pain of her pride and her loyalty, feels the wound as sharply as if it was her own heart being pierced. She pushes harder, and then lets go.
Asura's presence—or, more accurately, her familiar's presence—offers an immeasurable sense of relief. Erin doesn't think she can make it out otherwise, injured and stripped of her essence: her magic.
"So you didn't burn in the pyre?" is her way of expressing her gratitude, actually followed by a proper "Thank you."
She half-falls, half-hangs onto the lion's back, very ready to take a nap but knowing full well their mission is far from over.
'They sent the wolves too?' Yazmine had asked over text.
They look more like bees from here.
The thought paints a masked smile on her lips as she removes a layer of black fabric to wrap around the gaping hole in her forearm, the most accessible of the two wounds, before even addressing the other. She'll worry about infections later.
"Let's get rid of the masks once we're out of sight. I know a place nearby where we can lay low for a while."
Blending in given their injuries might prove difficult enough of a task. Blending in with their injuries and suspicious masks? Right. Impossible.
Quynh Le
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- Stabs Nair in the heart.
- Hops on Addy's back. Thanks Addy you're the best.
- Trying to dress her forearm wound while watching out for Cerberus moves. [newclass=".erin > b"]color: var(--hovericoncolor); } .erin b i { font-weight: normal; } .erin p b, .erin p i { color: var(--hydra); } .erin a, .erin .user-link, .erin .js-user-link { text-transform: lowercase; [/newclass] |
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gold
familiar Familiarhubert ("bertie"), water deer.
played by OOC Namebean
❛ off-topic question, you have been stopped. ❜
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Post by sylvaine vaillancourt on Mar 7, 2022 6:52:17 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","pie"] a shrill cry tears through her throat as an ice shard embeds itself in her flesh, the frigid temperature adding an additional layer of pain as it freezes her skin. her knee buckles, unable to take her weight as she collapses almost immediately. she curses a storm in her head, desperately trying to stand up again, but she can't feel her legs. get up, get up, GET UP. her grip on the cuffs begins to slip as she falls on the stairs, but she tries her best to keep her fingers curled around the chains. her other hand gingerly tries to assess the fragment dug deep into her thigh, but touching it only serves to intensify the pain. she whimpers, each minuscule movement amplifying the agony. oh... shit.[break][break]there's no time to catch her breath when another masked witch comes crashing out of the kitchen. weakened by her wound, she can barely put up a fight, watching with horror as the witch brandishes a gargantuan spoon. the sight would have been comical, if she weren't delirious and if the witch hadn't charged straight towards milo. 'mi-" [break][break]it's a cascade of terrible events triggered by the witch fumbling her hold on her stupid weapon and swinging clumsily. the moment milo's windblades cut into her arm, she doesn't even realise it, but crimson blooms and something excruciating spreads into her fingertips. she does not scream this time, the shock of it causing her to choke on milo's name and she exhales torturously, mouth falling open in a silent cry as she cradles her limp arm, grip on nair's cuffs gone. [break][break]she smears blood all over the wood as she tries feebly to grab at the fleeing witches who take the opportunity to run upstairs. the masked one throws a bottle that breaks into liquid flame that spreads quickly. ducking away, she scrambles to get away from it, almost slipping on her own blood. not a moment after, a cacophonous explosion blasts through and consumes the upper floor. out of sheer panic, she dematerialises bertie. [break][break]it suddenly burns too hot as the temperature sky-rockets, and she's no longer just sweating from pain. the ice fragment melts and her heart stutters at the sudden flow of blood leaking from her thigh. she has to do something, otherwise, she will die in minutes. trying desperately to stop hyperventilating, she uses her free hand to grab at her shirt, and gripping the fabric with her teeth, she tears two strips away. she clumsily ties one tightly around her wrist, ignoring the fact it bleeds straight through. trying and failing multiple times to wrap one around her thigh with a broken piece of wood, her vision grow blurry, overcome with frustration. come on! tears clinging to her lashes, she hunches over to use her teeth. she doesn't care about the blood that smears her lips or that she can taste it, she tugs harshly at the knot, almost blacking out from the pain. [break][break]it's milo's voice that brings her back for a moment as he bellows her name. is he hurt as well? is he okay? she thinks faintly. she can barely see him through her tears, but she recognises the spell that he casts towards her, knowing it all too well. the relief that washes over her is so intense that she forgets that it is the marks of his blade cut into her arm. all she can see now is his aid, and she feels so inexplicably glad that she is here with him. [break][break]her uninjured hand slams onto the magicked air and she tries to drag herself forward. she's a dead weight, half of her body lame from sustained damage, but she reaches out with her cut hand as well, at this point uncaring of her injuries. gritting her teeth, she fights her way through the pain until she is completely on the platform. [break][break]dizzy and near gone from the sheer effort, she smiles something strange at milo, wanting to tell him that she is okay. "milo..." she breathes out, unsure if she is even speaking loud enough as she begins a slow crawl, no doubt leaving a trail of red in her wake. she reaches for him, cracking out a bloody grin and huffs a laugh. mind-addled, she murmurs in slight wonder, "you called me syl." aONh2Ewl +10 [break] tldr;
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Administrator
high priestess
999
gold
familiar Familiariorek byrnison
played by OOC Namepandora
content monkey
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Post by pandora on Mar 8, 2022 18:06:41 GMT -7
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SIX-POINTED STAR (REPRISE)
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] OUTSIDE THE HEMSWORTH RESIDENCE...[attr="class","staffpara"] They can hear the shouts and call-outs-- the terrifying professionalism of a squadron of wolves. [break][break] "Perimeter secured, one mounted witch making an escape." [break][break] A pause, a careful consideration of Quynh Le 's life, and then:[break][break] "Ignore all distractions. Close in on the objective." [break][break] In the back, Erin is forced to get onto the lion, but even as they leave she sees some kind of cruel jinx thrown across the air, and then the voice of a dead woman a few years behind her: "No, nooooo!"[break][break] Blood seems to move backward, a wound hastily closes in on itself, and then a spark of electricity, and Nair is yelling, screaming profanities, begging to die. And then the spellsinger silences her -- but the echoes of her scream ring out like the sound of erin caulfield 's bitter failure, to even give deliverance to a willing victim. [break][break]As the two witches make their escape, the ride is bumpy and forces Erin to hold on, to exercise her injured arm time and again. [break][break] They are given another text -- with the co-ordinates of a safe house and a note to seek immediate care, and expect a debriefing. Unlike the others, this message is sent by "The Leviathan."[break][break] [break][break] As they travel, Queenie loses the ability to maintain her transfigurations, and the gash in her ankles turns into a trail of blood -- she's losing energy rapidly, but she needs to stay awake if she's going to maintain her familiar's form. Thankfully, the safe house is not too far away...[break][break] INSIDE THE HEMSWORTH RESIDENCE...[attr="class","staffpara"] Milo's CUSHIONED BLOW is successful enough -- the AQUAPYRA has been concocted by an initiate, and he manages to stave off the worst of the fire. Still, the fire is liquid and spreads like water, threatening to remake itself if it isn't permanently addressed. The platformers hold decently steady, but he knows he cannot blink or they might waver and Sylvaine would fall.[break][break] The brunette, for her part, does well enough, crawling across the elevated platform to safety. But luck is not on her side, and the roof is burning. Literally. [break][break] Blocks of wood and fire drop down on top of sylvaine vaillancourt from the upper level, burning her hair and leaving back exposed to fire as well. She makes it to the end of the platform and lands on the ground at milo tremerie 's feet-- the fires are easily enough to put out, but the damage has already been done. [break][break] Just then, reinforcements arrive. [break][break] "Second target identified, secured." one of the Cerberus witches shouts. "We need a medic!"
[break][break] And the medic comes, rushing over to Milo and Syl with their array of potions and bandages... [break][break] INSIDE THE HYDRA SAFEHOUSE...[attr="class","staffpara"]
Unlike the old safehouses in the Myca Desert, the Hydra spaces in Delphi are buzzing with much more activity. The space Queenie and Erin arrive at opens to them wordlessly, and they are greeted by a small team of mediwitches that ask no questions and make little conversation, as though the world outside has died there and they have entered into a new space. They give only one greeting:[break][break]
"Contra Mundum," they say, and nod respectfully to the two initiates, that have earned their place with blood and magic. Within the safe house, some other odd witches are also being treated for injuries. All of them wear a small silver ring somewhere or the other, all of them wordlessly accept Erin and Queenie as their own.
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The witches work quietly yet effectively and tell both Erin and Queenie that their wounds will not be permanent. As the witches' eyes wander, they see many old photographs of presumed Hydra witches, and the floor seems to have a painted yet scrubbed-out effigy of some kind-- a blue wing, forgotten and partially covered by rugs and newer furniture.
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"You may still feel pain in your arm for many months to come," one witch says to Erin, quietly. She offers the faintest of smiles. "But this, too, will pass."
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Before them, they realize, is Hydra: surviving, breathing, buzzing quietly in the undergrounds of Delphi, like a stubborn whisper that can never be killed.
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GUIDELINES[attr="class","staffpara"] - YOU HAVE 72HRS TO POST.
- THIS IS THE FINAL ROUND. NO ROLLS NECCESSARY.
- You must still post in this round to claim full rewards.
- After all members have posted, rewards + etc. will be given out and this thread will turn into an NPC thread for Erin and Queenie to interact with Farah.
- Character inventories are now unlocked.
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