this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
This is Salem - this is the start of your very own journey. Welcome to starfall
Starfall is an animaga witch roleplay set in mostly modern times. Members play as witches in a world plagued by monsters, where the only safe spots are walled cities. Starfall strives to be a character-driven roleplay with expansive lore and a highly interactive plotline. We want to allow members to
create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
There is some ironic hilarity to be found in the whole scenario. Vera realizes this as she watches Ling answer to her with a stuttering hi. Were they not in deathly peril, under any other circumstances, she would have wanted to laugh. Fondue, she knows, would have noted this same thing if he hadn't taken his elemental form seconds ago and wasn't currently drawing a thin line of fire between his witch and two, three of those red-eyed monsters.
Ling's voice has a tinge of delirium that Vera is quick to recognize because she's heard it so many times in the very short span of a minute.
She can't afford to fall into panic when she's got other people who need her around. Determination fills her eyes. She places her hands on Ling's shoulders, one hand per shoulder; and, with all the bravery she can borrow from a version of herself that isn't panicking, she says, "We're going to calm down and bring that barrier down. We're safe, we've got each other, we can do this."
The simplicity with which she speaks surprise even her. It all sounds so easy when worded that way. She's sure that, if it was someone else telling her that, she'd have believed them. Vera can only hope it convinces Ling, as well.
She smiles when the mention of things Ling's all too used to manages to calm her down, gives her a purpose she can cling to. That was all she needed. Vera trusted her with everything else. "Great, let's go." She takes one of Ling's hands and starts to lead her towards the closest section of the barrier. It's really not hard—they just have to follow everyone else's screams.
"Once we get there, you just worry about all your runescripting awesomeness. Leave the monsters to me, I'll keep you safe," she offers as they move, as they get closer to their destination. As she shouts a simple "Due!" and her familiar circles around a monster almost his size. Is it just me, or are they getting bigger? she hears him complain.
Vera sure hoped it was just him.
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Vera leads líng lù-xī towards the barrier, while her familiar Fondue keeps monsters at bay with Technique: Close Quarters. She's got 2x Alchemy: Sheerfire Dust, 1x Alchemy: Vile Concoction, 1x General: Illumination, & 1x General: Wingardium Leviosa on her.
have i always loved you? have i always known? / have i always loved you alone?
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Polaris manages to skid to a stop before tumbling over in a similar fashion, but the ringing sound his claws make on the pavement is enough to make Asha cringe-- and to snap her out of whatever fear-ridden frenzy she was in. The hissing vibrations of his nails resound in her ears as the mighty bear makes a one-eighty to turn and stare at the oncoming chaos, eyes narrowed in contempt. [break][break] Asha (with her head back now in the game) turns at Elih's shaking finger and looks at the barrier, a look of mute horror on her face. "Who would...who could do such a thing?" It's tragic. It's insane. It slices at her heart and tells her to panic, but all her feeling is numbed. What's going on, she wonders, but there's no time for that. [break][break] She feels it radiate from Elih, the resignation, the mute and still fear. The worst kind. So she pulls on Polaris and has him get closer to Hamster and Elih before she looks at the boy in the eye and says, "It's okay! I'm sure of it. Help will arrive soon enough." But there's lunacy hidden in her tone, too, because she's saying that half for herself at this point. [break][break] She's no genius transfiguration expert. But she's an overemotional sack of heartache, and according to Polaris she can use that to her advantage if she tries. Asha sucks in a deep breath. It's now or never, now or never. The thought terrifies her, and for a second, even when she reaches out her hand, no ice forms. But then she feels Polaris COOL the area, the ice in the atmosphere making her alert and aware. [break][break] The ground before her freezes. It's thin and breakable, but if she thins it she can cover a little more ground. [break][break] She bites her lip to stop it from trembling as she breathes up and down, body shaking (from the cold or from the fear?) [break][break] "Let's go find some poles!" she declares, shouting in part to be heard over the screams.
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notes trip 'em and beat 'em what could go wrong. POLARIS uses TECHNIQUE: COOLANT ASH uses TECHNIQUE: ICED OUT to start a trip and then agrees to try to get some poles. [break][break]elih kartal
since the rupture began, 60 seconds have passed. [break][break] it feels as if time slows down, and with each passing second the situation grows more dire. a giant blast from the rift shakes salem to its core, and more monsters spew out of the hole despite many of the witch's attempts to stop it. witches are knocked off their brooms, a few landing near elih kartal and @anair . glass shatters near Vera Lindt and percival grayreme , and mass hysteria is officially spread between witches. [break][break] only time will tell if salem can hold on its own from these monsters.
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consider one OOC day to be about 30 seconds ICly. you are free to join with multiple characters. please make a list of 5 items that you're using if the number in your inventory exceeds five. techniques and trinkets do not count.
tl;dr elih uses coolant on top of polaris', and a monster thinks twice about attacking these weird cold people. a witch lands nearby just as elih finds some rope, so elih screeches.
Y_HuiASs
when he next inhales, the air is cold and sharp; he stretches out a hand with a spark of inspiration and the air turns from cold to frigid when the next errant creature rounds the corner. it is done with less flair than he would hope for, with the coyote backpedalling rapidly to avoid the newly iced-over stretch of ground and elih biting back a yelp at the lack of warning. the monster's head shoots up, eyes narrowing in what is likely discomfort at the sudden change of temperature. it growls a warning, lunges forward, and promptly falls prey to ashanti's icy trap.
the tremor in his voice ceases temporarily, replaced by a disproportionate amount of joy over putting two monsters out of action. a ghost of a smile flashes across his face and he calls out, 'nice one.' for a moment, he imagines that these two are all that's left, that they are nothing short of successful in an unlikely endeavour, then another resounding screech shakes him out of his brief reverie and he urges hamster onwards.
he hightails it down the street, pausing only to have the smallest argument with his conscience about the morality of stealing someone's clotheslines. then the moment passes, hamster hurdles the garden fence, and elih sets about untangling the rope with as much delicacy as the situation offers ( the clothes he tries his best to set aside neatly, but there is a limit to how much he can do, so he leaves them in a vaguely neat pile on the front door with hamster's help ). for another brief second, he recognises the ridiculousness of the situation, and he wants nothing more than to dig a hole in the ground and wait for everything to pass over. coyotes are good at that.
instead, he spares ashanti a glance, almost sheepishly ( and if his skin were any paler it'd be easy to spot the reddened tips of his ears, likely from the absurdity of grabbing household items to combat unknown monsters ), and inclines his head towards what appears to be a garden shed. 'brooms and all. should be good enough.' he straightens up to squint at broom-riding witch freefalling towards them. 'we're just borrowing--'
there is a thud, a groan as the stranger hits the ground. rider and mount both stare on with wide-eyed horror and amazement, before hamster nudges them to roll over. it incites another complaintive noise. elih looks helplessly to where ashanti may have disappeared to grab the poles. 'hey, um, someone just? fell out of the sky?'
Things were going just fine. As fine as they could be within the limitations of what a giant hole in the sky could bring. Which weren't very fine, but fine was a good word to use in situations like this: they kept one's spirits from plummeting down to the floor and perhaps the abyss below. Vera's were on their way down.
Not because of Ling or herself or even the small portions of darkness quickly surrounding them, no. Those she had under control, more or less. What she wasn't expecting was the loud crashing noise that erupted so close to her running body that her confused mind was ready to claim it was right next to her ear.
She ducks, pulling Ling down with her, protecting her small frame with her slightly bigger body and hoping the thick woolen back of her coat will serve its purpose just this once.
The brunette just barely manages to dodge a large piece of broken glass that flashed past her face, but not the two smaller ones cutting at her arm. The arm previously fixed around Ling's moves to cover the incision, to just below her shoulder, as she hisses in pain.
"Ugh," she manages between those high-pitched hisses and the overwhelming feeling of having just been hit by a magical train—probably because of the abrupt shift. Look, she was no scientist, she did not know.
"Ling. Ling, are you okay?" Vera looks up to find a shiny scale-like pattern in the air, a few buildings away. That must be the barrier."Look, over there," she points out with a trembling hand, the only hand that she can move at the moment, the one that just so happens to be bloody from its contact with her bleeding arm, "You hurry up to it, I'll catch up in a minute."
Vera can't afford to slow things down, even if she's hurt. She really hopes Ling can catch on the meaning she's charged those words with, but the loud ringing she hears instead of Ling's response has her worried.
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A lot of screaming and a partially deaf Vera later. She's still got 2x Alchemy: Sheerfire Dust, 1x Alchemy: Vile Concoction, 1x General: Illumination, & 1x General: Wingardium Leviosa on her. She prompts líng lù-xī towards the barrier, but is otherwise useless in this one.
In the raging chaos the world has become, there is one beacon of stability in Ling's world, and that is Vera. The older witch speaks to her in a calm voice, steady determination lacing each word such that Ling feels the panicked edge to her almost-hyperventilating breaths even out. In the back of her mind in some little corner not occupied by internal freak outs or the trying to get herself back in order, she takes a moment to wonder at the composed aplomb with which the older witch can conduct herself; admiration sparks up, bright and awed.
But this is not the time for thinking about anything other than the present, so Ling forces herself to take a few steadying breaths and nods. "Okay," she responds to Vera, and this time, there's only a slight tremor audible in her voice as she follows after the older girl. She's quite proud of herself actually, even as her heart races and her palms slick with sweat and every flash causes her to flinch.
And then, suddenly, she can see the barrier, a shimmery scale-like pattern in the air that flares with each point of contact. It's beautiful - absolutely glorious and a truly magnificent piece of work, the runework involved must be amazing-
Something explodes, and Ling is sent sprawling to the ground as Vera all but but pushes her down and shields her with her body. She doesn't even have time to scream as glass shatters around them in a rain of razor-sharp shards. But then there's crimson, red the shade of blood and she knows it's not hers so it has to be-
"Vera!" Ling scrambles to her feet, horror painted on her features as sees the scarlet dripping from her friend's arm. "Are you okay?! You're hurt!"
The older witch doesn't reply though, instead pointing towards the barrier curving around them. "You hurry up to it, I'll catch up in a minute," Vera says in a too-loud voice, and while Ling wants to argue, she really does, she's focused enough to understand that it's probably more important for her to get to the barrier than stay with Vera.
Still, she hesitates. Then Valkea manifests, sleek white fur and a crimson-marked brow slipping into existence next to Vera, dark eyes steady as they meet Ling's. Go, he sends down their bond. I'll stay here. And okay, Valkea is probably the better one out of them two to be helping Vera.
"Val'll stay with you," Ling tells Vera, then turns to sprint towards the barrier. Her brain is already flitting through potential barrier arrays - or the ones she knows - wondering if this gigantic, beautiful, terrible barrier will be modelled on anything she knows. tl;dr: Ling leaves Valkea behind with Vera, and she herself runs to the barrier to try and analyse it. qx5ue5Pe
[attr="class","text"]A lonely speaker in a conversation, Her words are swimming through his ears again. There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for
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Anair was nearly swept off his feet by the blast that rocked Salem, having to stop quickly to avoid landing on his face. Of course, that said nothing for the people that were suddenly falling from the sky and his gaze shifted quickly when a scream alerted him to someone falling above. Without thinking he dove forward with his arms outstretched, determined to catch at least one falling person even if he couldn’t save the other’s that were falling.
He called up his Sticky Shadows once more, willing them to slow her fall by binding to whatever building lay closest and attempting to bind her. For a second it worked and her fall slowed but he felt himself waver for a second as he watched his shadows stretch and just like that they dissipated but luckily he managed to be right beneath her. He let out a low grunt as he stumbled back when her weight collided into his chest, he looked down at her face but she had fainted at some point during the fall.
He set her down gently and looked around, countless others were lying on the ground and he decided that for now he would help those that had fallen. He considered the buildings around him before seeing if he could find some first aid for them, looking at Blair he spoke firmly. “Stay here and watch her, I’ll be back. If something comes after you though…” He looked at the woman and as bad as he felt uttering his next words, Blair was more important to him than anyone else. “You run and come find me. Don’t try to fight it.” Blair flexed her claws as though she wanted to argue before bowing her head reluctantly. “As you wish. Hurry back then.”
With that said he raced off, hoping to find something or perhaps someone that would be able to aid them medically. What he hadn’t been anticipating though was when he turned a corner and all of a sudden he was literally smashing into someone. He let out a low grunt and reached out to grab whoever it was as he fell back, hoping to catch himself at the very least. tl;dr - anair nearly falls from the blast, uses one his sticky shadows to slow a girls fall from the sky only to have to catch her. he orders his familiar to watch the girl but run if any monsters attack while he goes to find medical aid. - void ring -caster's scroll volume 1, scroll 1
She watches Ling's lips move in slow motion. They open and close once, twice, thrice. She strains her ears, expecting to hear that cute voice of hers come out like it had so many times before. With some luck, they'd be more similar to the voice she remembered from their first meeting, rather than the trembling, terrified voice from the past minute or so. Instead, Vera can only hear that same annoying buzz.
That didn't matter, though. Ling was leaving, running towards the barrier just as Vera had asked, just as she wanted her to do. Relief washes over her, enough to make her forget the needling pain she still feels in her upper arm. But then she notices Ling's familiar, who materialized next to her just moments ago, has stayed behind, and she frowns.
"You need to protect Ling," Vera all but screams at the white fox. It's not like she plans to make the younger witch for long, but those monsters needed only a fraction of a second of carelessness. "I will be there in no time, I promise. Due, you go too, keep her safe." She turns to her own familiar with an expression that's equal parts pleading and equal parts worried.
In a last-measure attempt at proving her point, Vera tries to prop herself up, and fails. So much for proving she could take care of herself. Her hand—her whole arm—is too weak; she can't stand up on her own at all. As if that wasn't enough of a problem, it also meant the familiars would be even more reluctant to leave her in favor of Ling's safety.
Oh, Merlin, how could things have gone so wrong? She wasn't the one who needed protection; Ling was. If whoever had erected that barrier was also responsible for the rupture, Ling was in too much danger alone. Maybe if she got this point across to the fox...
Vera inspects her surroundings, in a desperate last attempt at finding another familiar face for help. Surely a human body on which to lean on would be enough to make them reconsider. A live human body, corrected Fondue, reminding her that every single thought of hers was connected to his.
"Well, of course a live human body, Due, I don't suppose they'd—" She can't finish that sentence. No, there was no one close enough. She had only herself to rely on to get out of this situation. Or rather, she chooses to assume there's nobody else. "So. Anyway. It's simple, really. If I can't stand up by physical means..."
She's looking around for ideas, because she has absolutely no idea what her point is so far. At last, her eyes settle on the scroll her body was very usefully hiding from view, just barely peeking out from under layer upon layer of cloth.
"It just means I'll have to do it with magic."
Vera's not sure this is gonna work. The spell's supposed to only be used on small objects, not body parts. Not entire legs. On the bright side, she really only needed a small push. Her legs were still fully functioning; they just needed one first push.
"It will be fine," she says, maybe to the familiars but mostly to herself, "With some luck, I won't break any bones. Ah, but let's not jinx it." And then she's closing her eyes, murmuring incantations she's repeated all too many times, but never quite like this, and never with such critical consequences.
Soon enough, Vera finds herself on her way to reunite with the runescripter. If she's broken any bones or stretched any skin beyond its tearing point or even an organ in the process, she chooses to ignore it for now.
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Uses General: Wingardium Leviosa on herself so she can reach líng lù-xī. Other items on hand: 2x Alchemy: Sheerfire Dust, 1x Alchemy: Vile Concoction, 1x General: Illumination.
Post by Charani Petrov on May 5, 2017 23:38:02 GMT
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[attr="class","jartoxlyr"] Although my heart is falling too; I'm in love with your body
[attr="class","jartoxpost"] The sky was still as dark as it had been when the split happened. The hole didn't seem to be growing very much... like it was content with the meal it had made from part of the sky. He made a break away from a horde of demonic monster things as witches zoomed... fell... and all manner of chaos happened around. He couldn't go far though, going in between two buildings mostly to hide from the creatures. [break][break] The canine was of course following him, its ears perking up at the shouting as things broke and shattered. It sounded like a bomb went off or something ran through a glass building. He didn't know. Maybe his canine familiar was more attune with what was going on? He didn't know. Couldn't know. All he knew was that in front of him was something pale and uncrossable. A barrier. This was what was keeping him from safety. If only he knew how things worked. If only he could just wish it away. [break][break] "Do you think if we hit it enough it will go away Teddy?" he asked looking down at his familiar. The dog barked happily... like it couldn't wait to get its paws dirty. It wouldn't work. He knew deep down in his heart it wouldn't work. He should be doing something more useful. He was sure there were people near him. People who could probably use his help. He had to try though. Destroying this would help everyone right? So he picked up a rock from the ground and flung it at the barrier. Of course it bounced harmlessly off the pale almost invisible wall the runes were creating. "Damn." He didn't even notice líng lù-xī running up to the barrier not 10 feet to his right.
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Post by artemi zakharchenko on May 6, 2017 3:01:02 GMT
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slow-motion horror was everywhere
It was the crescendo of wails and shrieks from outside that disturbed the witch's lecture, alerting him to a growing pandemonium that wrought just beyond the thin pane of glass that made his window. It was the sound of desperation, of panic; something so earnest and unfeigned that the dissonance alone stirred a feeling of unsettlement within him before he even had a glance at the real horror outside. Tentatively, Artemi approached an uncovered window, watching as undefined silhouettes streaked past on the other side of it. He'd noticed that the sky had been steadily darkening but had put it down merely to the weather threatening to turn gloomy. The initial shouts had easily been cast as a violent disagreement out on the street. His judgment had been grievously far from the mark.[break][break]
What he hadn't expected was to see was... how could he even fathom it into words? A tear in the sky? That simple explanation didn't even do it justice. Its warped dimensions played trickery on his eyes, the sunken firmament didn't look... real. Artemi's eyes flickered, darting with a certain nervousness around the edges of the monstruous hollow that replaced where billowy clouds had once been. Ominous, it was a mouth that gaped wordlessly, menacingly, flies buzzing around it, disappearing past its unformed lips and reappearing. What were those? Were those...?[break][break]
Temi, we're far too close.[break][break]
The voice of his familiar interrupting his thoughts was enough to wrench him back to the present.[break][break]
"What... what is that?" His voice held a slightly tremulous air, one not characteristic of his normally placid demeanour. He was a tranquil man, but not entirely unperturbable. He scooped up some immediate personal items - a vial of some putrid corrosive potion and a couple of scrolls - and stole a glance at the black heron that stood waiting for him at the door. His familiar answered with silence, which told Artemi as much as he knew.[break][break]
He didn't know what it was. His familiar didn't know what it was. But the forboding atmosphere permeating the air outside suggested that it meant nothing good.[break][break]
Almost as soon as Artemi reached the street, a tremendous blast was belched from the tear and sent shockwaves dizzying the scattering people below. The young male staggered and clutched onto a swaying street lamp to catch his balance and, in turn, catch his breath that had been expelled from him in surprise. Thrust in the midst of the confusion, which... direction was even the safest to go? People shrieked about monsters, about barriers, magic, runes! Get back! Just go! They shouted names and spells, there were the pitiful wails of children and the emboldening bellows of more confident witches, but the loudest seemed to be the children... the children? The sable-haired male twisted around all of a sudden, his neck almost clicking at the force of his sudden movement, a thought hitting him just as abruptly. [break][break]
Temi, don't be rash. He'll be fine.[break][break]
His lithe frame was suited to weaving through the other figures in the street and, once he was moving, Artemi was able to begin reining in his composure little by little. But it wasn't long before, yet again, the wind was chased right out of him when someone or something barrelled straight into his chest. Carmine eyes wide, the man - already uneasy on his feet as it was - faltered and teetered backwards but just catching himself in the nick of time. The stranger seemed to pay him no heed and continued speeding off in the opposite direction. At the blatant rudeness, a flash of irritation caused the raven-haired witch to bear a sliver of his pearly teeth.
"Excuse me,"he gritted out, about as polite as humanely possible given the situation, before continuing on at a hasty pace.
since the rupture began, two minutes have passed. [break][break] It seems hopeless; the fissure shows no sign of closing, and witches seem to be falling left and right before their bodies disappear in a burst of black smoke--wait... It's then, as if by perfect timing, a powerful voice booms across the city. [break][break]
"FEAR NOT, PEOPLE OF SALEM. THE DAWN ALWAYS FOLLOWS THE NIGHT, AND EVIL SHALL BE VANQUISHED BY THE ONE AND ONLY VALERUS"[break][break]
One can barely see his silhouette as he speeds across the sky, much faster than one would think is possible. A high-speed streak of white splits the rift into two. Monsters are slowly starting to disappear, and fireworks light up the sky to everyone's confusion. [break][break]
It really seems as if Valerus has saved the day
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one (1) day is left until rewards are distributed. both witches, fallen lamps and other effects have disappeared into puffs of black smoke.
Her world narrows down to the pounding of her feet and the tell-tale shimmer of active runes overhead; she has never run this fast before in her life, not like this with adrenaline and fear twining the swiftness of the winds into her steps. Ling skids to a halt right in front of the barrier, paying no attention whatsoever to the guy standing not a few feet away from her; she kneels, fingers tracing the runic array burned into the ground along the edge of the barrier. It looks... familiar - familiar but foreign in a complex configuration of high-level runes, no doubt with some equally as complicated mathematical equation behind it too - but the central array is still recognisably based on the basic configuration of barrier arrays every runescripter knows.
Her brow furrows; she mouths the verse of Thurisaz and Hagalaz as she wonders about their prominent inclusion in the array - both are more offensively oriented runes, not usually person in a barrier array. But what does she know, she's still just a beginning runescripter, no where near advanced enough for any array this beautifully complicated.
Still... the central array is something she's worked with many many times - heck, her own barriers are based off them - so perhaps, if the linking between the runes can be broken...? Or if the links between the central array and the supporting configuration reversed...?
It definitely could work, and at this point, any possibility is worth a lot, but the problem is that Ling isn't advanced enough in her studies to be able to break complex links like these with just her runes (something she'll have to fix later). The only other affinity she can think of to help would be purification - reverting the mana flow of the links or runes to their original state. But she's not a purifier either...
Movement catches her eye, and she looks up to see the guy she'd vaguely noted earlier testing the barrier with a saint bernard. "Hey," she calls, running towards the pair. Niceties don't even cross her mind. "Hey, do you know runescripting? Or purification? 'Cause I have an idea about the barrier but I can't do it by myself."
But perhaps its entirely unnecessary, for as soon as she finishes speaking, white light lances across the sky and a powerful voice all but shakes the city floors. The yawning gap in the sky is bisected, and the flood of monsters it births slows to a trickle. The nightmare, it seems, is over.
Meanwhile, with Vera, Valkea ignores the older witch's words and stays at her side, scanning the vicinity for monsters. As much as he'd like to be by Ling's side, he can feel that she's safe enough, if somewhat emotionally distressed, and it is far more important at the moment to stay with the injured witch.tl;dr: Ling analyses the barrier, realises she wouldn't be able to break it herself so she asks Charani if he's a runescripter or purifier, before she realises the ordeal might be over with Valerus' announcement. Meanwhile, Valkea stays by Vera and watches out for monsters. ml8vwR9B
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[attr="class","jartoxpost"] There was a girl not ten feet from him and it took her voice calling out before he turned and noticed her. Wow he really needed to get better about this. She looked to be studying the barrier way more intently than he was. So far all he had deduced was that it was runic magic which was not his affinity at all. He vaguely knew different symbols meant different things like any other language and something about charging it with mana? [break][break] The canine walked up towards the girl and was very friendly. She was a girl after all and the dog familiar loved female attention. It took a minute before Charani started to walk over. "Um... I... know purification? But... I'm still not very good at it..." he hummed as he got close to the girl. She said she seemed to have an idea of how to bring down the barrier so maybe all she needed was a second pair of hands that vaguely knew something. He did[/id] vaguely know something. He knew he wouldn't be much help but hopefully it could be enough.[break][break] His thoughts and this conversation were interrupted by the hero. The one who bisects the giant tear in the sky like it was wet paper. Holy shitake mushrooms that was cool and frightening. It was cool in that it would probably save them all... and frightening in that how could someone wield that much power? This was just going to be a strange story he could tell to his family one day... hopefully.
it's easier when you know you'll be fine on your own
The world seemed to be ending around him, and usually while his sense of self preservation was pretty on point, it was strangely absent now. He stood on the doorstep of his home in the hovel as he watched the sky open up, and watched as people scrambled around in terror. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, Poppy shifting nervously on his shoulder. He walked forward at a languid pace for a while, as people ran around like chickens with their heads cut off.
Until one of the bigger monsters attacks him of course.
He cursed loudly as it zeroed in on him and he began to run, heartbeat pounding in his ears. He glanced behind him at every turn, and managed to eventually loose the beast as it got distracted by some other, braver witch. Lucky him. He ran and ran and ran, and turned a corner.
And smacked into a warm body.
Unable to skid to a stop and still full of momentum, both of them toppled over and crashed to the ground with a yelp, Anass on top.
Post by percival grayreme on May 6, 2017 17:03:12 GMT
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[attr="class","scarlett"]Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.
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As much as he likes to, Percy does not have the spare time to do continue introductions. He only has time to position his back agains the wall before the being attacked. Monsters lunge at him, and he figures out he ought to survive first and then hear the guy's name later. The sprang at him on both sides, so he utilizes the space in the middle and ran past them. He then spins in one foot and smacks a monster with the steel pipe. The monsters hit the wall, and Percy manages two hits before he backing up.
The monsters regain their balance and lunges at him again. However the one he had hit moves particularly slower now. Percy breathes a sigh of relief. At least, he knew he had dealt damage. Disregarding the slower one, Percy charges straight to the other, gets scratched in the arm, but manages to land a solid blow in its head. He then sweeps the slower one off its ugly feet.
The Leviathan steps back, breathing heavily. Wasting no time, he fishes out a scroll he kept folded in his pocket. Being his only scroll, of course he brings it to him everywhere. He knows the instructions by heart, yet, because of the imminent stress of the situation, it takes him two tries to actually cast it.
"Okay, now off here, gentlemen!" he yells proudly as his body glows oddly. He knows it will only last for about four seconds, so he charges again, landing multiple blows. The monsters cry in pain, and Percy laughs in delight. This one is his victory.
Or so he thinks. Until, out of nowhere, glass shatters and shards land near the duo. And because he is lucky, Percy, with Winglace Blast fading, finds an odd feeling in his right arm and shoulder. He stops to see small pieces of glass stuck in his skin. And boy, doesn't it hurt. Being a righty, Percy's grip on the pipe loosens. Now the boy is unable to defend himself.
Cursing his fate, Percy backs away until his back hits the wall. Seraph, sensing her master's distress, appears in an explosion of white plume and a roar of water, dousing the monsters in a harmless wave. Seraph faces the enemy, and although Percy knows they don't have any offensive techniques, he still feels proud of his familiar.
But then, Percy hears a thunderous boom, a man speaking, and suddenly the monsters in front of Seraph began disintegrating into puffs of smoke. Tense, Percy waits until nothing remains of them.
"Seraph," he calls his familiar. The mute swan turns towards him, floating in midair like she's floating on water, and nudges his wounds. "Yeah, this," Percy admits. Luckily enough for him he finds a bottle of water. Using Healing Spring, Percy heals himself. The technique can't heal his wounds completely, but it does its job, leaving only shallow cuts behind.
"I don't know what happens, Seraph. But I think we're lucky," he says to his familiar. Seraph croons. Percy then turns towards the curly-haired guy. "Hey, are you hurt? I can help," he offers.
Matteo Garcia 522 words, tldr / fights monsta using winglace blast, gets hurt, monstas disappear, heals himself using healing spring, offers help to matteo M6Ap|Lz0