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.
The Empyreal Cup is an annual dueling tournament held by the Helios Knights at their very own Helios Knight Hall in Sundial. It remains one of the most valued traditions of Salem, where witches from far and wide come to compete in duels testing their magical strength, skill, and tactics. This year, unfortunately, Silvertongue members were banned from participating due to inter-coven conflicts and accusations regarding the high-profile assassination of Gale Valley Mayor Vincente Mallori's wife. [break][break] The preliminary rounds completed without issue (aside from some forebodingvisions which plagued two participants), and so the victors Billy Kasparian and claire fermont were slated to compete in the finals. However, a mysterious and still-unexplained attack on Sundial involving sightings of the walking dead, claims of widespread hallucinations, and collapsed infrastructure forced this final round to be postponed -- something which has not been done for over a century. [break][break] The (rescheduled) day of the last duel has finally arrived. Despite the unexpected impediments, the arena is packed with excited spectators. Prior to the final battle, there will be some other performances, including duels between participants who didn't make it to the last round and even an aerial display from the Helios Gryphons! [break][break] It looks like the last day of the Empyreal Cup will be something to remember... one way or another.
[attr="class","stafftemptitle"] how it works
The first part of this thread will be a free-for-all, where spectators can enjoy today's festivities and the two combatants can prepare for their duel. There will be no staff posts or posting requirements during this phase, and all covens are allowed to spectate (after going through security, of course). Anyone with the NPC TIE IN - HELIOS GRYPHON item is permitted to control the actions of the Helios Gryphons and can have their characters ride them if desired. [break][break] The duel itself will begin after a staff post on December 17 (EST). All other characters can continue freely rping as normal, but the duelists should alternate posting between each other. Anyone posting in these first two preliminary phases, please include in your ooc notes if you are willing to have your character participate in a death enabled component in this event. Agreeing to the death enabled component will result in greater rewards, but risk the death of your character. [break][break] There will be another staff post on December 25 (EST) where new characters are no longer allowed to join the thread, so get your initial posts in before then!
Post by heath ambroise on Dec 12, 2018 23:20:10 GMT
His stunt in the Empyreal Cup had been cut short, but his work was far from over. Aside from his own retelling over the cup’s first and second rounds, Heath had also been hard at work preparing for the finals, especially after the delays. He was ready today. Early, juiced up on coffee, hazel eyes darting with one purpose in mind: find the finalists and snatch their interviews first. He could quickly write up a draft for the first part of his article, secure time to chat after the end of the event, and then write up a draft of his entire piece. After that it’d just be a quick run back to the office to make a couple of corrections before handing it off to get edited once more, while he drafted up a sketch of the arena or even the victor.
Aside from work purposes, there also was a reason he wanted to get to the finalists quickly though. He was technically friends with one of them and as much as the other man annoyed him at times, he still wanted to wish him luck. Heath just hoped he wouldn’t regret doing so. Then again, Billy would need it. He wasn’t too keen on seeing his friend get gored by Claire’s boar, a fate he’d somehow managed to avoid himself. The pinkette swallowed at the thought before shaking his head. The alchemist had taken every liberty to rub his rank in Heath’s face, he’d probably be fine. There were medics stationed everywhere after all. Especially after the contestants had dropped in the last rounds.
That still bothered him. Especially when he hadn’t been able to secure an interview with the two challengers. Had they fallen at the same time? That had seemed to be the case. A shame he hadn’t been able to dig into the subject further. Then again, he had another mystery to dig into. The village of people in the middle of a swamp ready to sacrifice other witches to some blood god. He feels the chill in his ears, a pang in his gut, and remembers the muffled words of the lizardman they’d so desperately tried to capture. He needed to go back. No, he had to. Curiosity heightened, the journalist had to find out the end of that story. “But first-” Sinclair chided, forcing Heath out of his brooding as they found themselves amongst a light crowd. “Brunch.” His familiar demanded. “I’m not h-” Heath began, before the smells of fried meat made his stomach come to life, about to pop a nasty growl and some acid reflux if he kept testing the limits of his frail, mortal body.
There’s a simultaneous huff from both witch and familiar as he veers off his set path, following back the smell of grilled food. Sinclair is appeased for the most part, padding at Heath’s feet and every so often disappearing to, most likely, grab something that fell on the floor and still looked pretty edible. The coati nibbled on a bit of popcorn before it fell from his mouth as Heath called out to someone familiar. “Billy Kasparian !” He moves forward quickly, reaching out to attempt to grab the finalist’s arm before he could make this too difficult for him and say, take off.
The tournament was finally underway. Honestly this was just a pain in the butt. Why did he have to do so well in the previous arenas or bouts if you will. He really didnt care about the tournament at all. He would probably let Claire win to be honest. Maybe put up a little bit of a fight so it looked like he tried. He had better things to do.
He had the head of a knight to stuff on a pike for all to see. That took priority over all of this. It was part of the reason he hadnt gone with his sister or cousins to the All Hallows party put on by his coven. He had bigger fish to fry. Bigger witches to burn.
Just off the main event was a bunch of games and food stalls. He was currently munching down on some kind of roasted meat on a stick. Sheep perhaps or something like that? It was good. Dr Puddy was nibbling on some kind of fish on the ground below him with a little bit of apathy.
The young man had his arm grabbed by notorious pervert heath ambroise at this point. Okay notorious in his own head maybe because he just liked to toy with him. He was at least useful. It was always useful to have someone in the media for the kind of thing he desired to happen.
"Hey nasty boy." He said looking at his friend with a smirk on his face. Nasty boy. Like a hot pocket... hot on the outside and nasty on the inside. He used his other hand that was free to continue eating. He should be preparing to fight. That was probably what Claire was doing. He however didnt really seem to care. Because he didnt.
[attr="class","inkpost"]knocked out of running in the semi-finals ( which was already far further than he ever expected to get, in all honesty ), ninos finds himself back at the grand hall once again, nursing only a bandaged and somewhat sore knee from his tangle with the knight-augmentor and ice elementalist. all in all, not so bad, considering what he has heard of other events going on in the city. [break][break]
he heard tales of the dead men walking, of odd visions, and of buildings collapsing. in short, he is extremely grateful that he had spent most of his time in between empyreal cups simply doing nothing but bouncing between home, the grocery store, and lux university, grading papers and knee-deep in transfiguration research as always.[break][break]
today, however, he leans lightly against a stadium railing, box of popcorn in hand — sweet, not salty, because only villains do that — and munching contentedly as he waits for the event to properly start off. in ninos’ ever so qualified opinion ( the qualification being the ability to barely pass as a functioning adult ), popcorn is a perfectly acceptable meal if ingested in sufficiently large quantities. he must admit, he is somewhat keen to witness the fight. claire is a highly skilled fighter, talented in her affinities and elements alike, and that boar familiar is a wrecking force of nature. maybe he’s also a little concerned for the opponent. [break][break]
but surely, if he avoided getting himself gored by the boar, then the knight’s opponent ought to have little issue. ninos is, after all, just a curious academic somewhat out of practice. it isn’t a high bar to beat.[break][break]
[attr="class","gearcore"] Zephyr bends each of his legs experimentally. They fit a bit differently than the prosthetics he'd lost in the swamp, but seemed to be just as responsive. Their physical stats (if he did the math right) should have been better than his last set in terms of balance and force output. Unfortunately, having just added the finishing touches this morning, the crafter didn't have much time to fully test run his new limbs before the start of the last day of the Empyreal Cup, and there was no way he was going to miss that party regardless of whether he had functioning legs or not.
It went without saying that the main headquarters of the Knights was the place he'd most likely need a quick escape route from, so he had preemptively altered a handful of nearby doorways and window frames for his own use. It took just a couple of gate jumps to reach the Helios Knights' stadium, which was already roaring with excitement before the real duel even began. Instead of struggling against the flow of people inside, he decided to hang back and grab a bite to eat instead.
Just as he got a couple of skewers of dragon wings (which he was fairly sure was just chicken meat with an ungodly amount of spices), he heard a familiar name called by a familiar voice. Both the crafter and his familiar's heads whip around towards the source.
"Isn't Billy supposed to be getting ready for the duel?"
"Isn't Heath supposed to be takin' it easy after gettin' fuckin' gored?"
Witch and familiar give each other a synchronized glance before heading over. It didn't take long to spot them, and the crafter was just glad they were both in one piece and human-looking. Is it a problem when your first instinct upon seeing your friends or family is to check for new wounds from ill-advised adventures? Nah... it was probably fine.
" 'Ey, Champion, I brought your only fangirl t' watch your fight," Zeph calls to them as fangirl-Spock stands on his shoulder and waves enthusiastically with a toothy grin.
Post by heath ambroise on Dec 16, 2018 4:20:08 GMT
His expression immediately shifts into a frown at the nickname. Heath almost does a 180 to walk away from the whole encounter entirely but then a little voice in his head reminds him that this is his friend, and also that he had an interview to get. He lets go of the witch just as another familiar voice rings out nearby, catching his attention. He managed a small smile and a wave. “Hey Zeph, Spock.” He greeted, noting the street food the blonde was eating. There’s another rumble in his stomach but he ignored it for the moment. He was getting food, he wasn’t exactly dying of hunger. “Come to wish JD’s rep some good luck? He’s gonna need it.” The pinkette said, looking back at the alchemist.
“I came to interview him before his big fight.” He added, maneuvering himself around so he could pick up some sort of salted meat skewer from a stand. Sinclair scurries underneath to check for fallen chunks of the mystery meat while his witch pays and gives a nod of thanks. He can’t keep from tearing into the stick almost immediately. The proximity of the food overtaking his mouth’s priorities. He hadn’t eaten after all. “Should I even wish you luck? You seem like you think you’ll win regardless.” He said after a few chunks disappeared off the piping hot skewer.
There was another voice that he found he recognized. Spock~ oh and that other one. The owner of Spock. Zister? Zester? Something like that. Michael? He couldnt remember. Or could he? Of course he could. He just like messing with people. Sort of. It was a good way to play the fool.
"Ah. My one and only friend. Spock." he said while giving a thumbs up. He had mostly ignored the other two at this point. He gave his attention to the monkey undivided for at least thirty of these seconds. He really did enjoy the monkey. She got the agent of chaos vibe he enjoyed.
"Oh an interview? Now dont think Ill do an interview for you just because Ive seen you on your back before <3" Yes. Sex joke. Obviously the double entendre was referring to his mishap with at least one of their missions... more than one to be honest. Didnt he fall on his butt during their first mission together too? He couldnt remember it had been so long.
"Mmm. Oh no I dont think Im going to win at all." He said as he now tried to steal a bite from the stick that Heath held. He hoped he was successful because he... well to be honest he just kinda felt like it. He just liked to goad the older man sometimes. It was kind of fun.
"I really dont care about this tournament at all. Except for the food." I mean... at least he was being honest. He really couldnt care less about this tournament and he doubted the woman he was fighting felt the same way he did. She probably cared for the glory it would bring her coven. He really just wanted to play around for a bit then give up. Make it look like he tried when... he really didnt.
OF ALL OF YOU THAT BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE RIGHT, AND YOU'RE RIGHT, BUT ARE YOU RIGHT?
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THE JUDGEMENT MAN HOLDS MY FATE. AS I GAZE AROUND THE ROOM, THEIR EYES ARE LIKE KNIVES: COULD DECAPITATE.
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The Empyreal Cup tradition was... strange. But she feels like it would be enjoyable, nonetheless. Shame she wasn't a long-enough residence of Sundial to join the said tournaments, but at this rate, she would be able to see the Empyreal Cup go on with her own two eyes.
[break][break]She's fairly new to the concept, but upon entering the Helios Knights Hall, she's already had so much of a straight idea about what it is.
[break][break]Emery's never sure about her speculations, though. But it's already a sure tournament, a battle of magic and power, and to Emery, the most applicable to join are the most skilled witches in all of Sundial. The hall was crowded when she came in early in the morning, and she doesn't bother asking others what is about to happen. Survey first, questions later.
[break][break]Isn't this exciting, Emery? Rogue suddenly materializes and sits on her shoulder, much to her quick surprise, but she is used to Rogue trying to scare her like this. Also I heard that Claire Fermont would be one of the two witches to fight today.
[break][break]At first, she doesn't pay much attention. But upon hearing the novice's name, her eyes suddenly widen and she quickly whips her head to Rogue with a large grin. Claire Fermont?! Fighting in this tournament?! She exclaims, quickly running up to the balcony to look at the still-blank fighting hall. You've got to be kidding me!
[break][break]Oh, deary, I am not kidding with you at all, Rogue continues speaking, and Emery suddenly finds herself having a boost of energy. I can see you're already excited. Wondering when the thing will actually start, no?
[break][break]Salem, yeah, I can't wait any longer. She states and keeps staring at the fighting hall, not much paying attention to where she is going. If it's Claire who's fighting, then she's staying behind. Heck, she doesn't even know much about that novice, but ever since meeting with her one fateful day to train, she's become sort of an idol for Emery. She's ready to see anyone fight, but Claire? She's more than excited.
[break][break]It's unfortunate, however, that she wasn't paying attention; she accidentally bumps into someone and it sends her almost tripping to the floor. A sheepish grin on her face, she turns to the man she had bumped into, waving a hand in apology. "I am... so sorry for that," She says, preparing to move away.
She is ornamented in rubies and gold, worked finely into the shape of sun-gifted flame. Refined in both dress and bearing, she is the image of divinity. Passion. Power. Resilience. Though pushed to delay this event due to the physical danger caused by Sundial's collapsed roads, she refuses to show weakness. The revered coven of the Helios Knights does not bow to fear or threats. They -- and she -- stand with pride. [break][break] The high priestess makes her way to the center of the arena as a moderately-ranked Helios Knight spellsinger calmly announces the nearing of the final round: "Will claire fermont and Billy Kasparian please make their way to the arena entrance. Again, claire fermont and Billy Kasparian, please make your way to the arena entrance. The deciding round of this year's Empyreal Cup is about to begin." [break][break] Medeia had never loved the limelight (a fact well-guarded for the sake of her image), but she knew how to command it well enough. And so, just before the end of the lull in the crowd's excited chatter following the announcement, she lifts her wand to her throat and murmurs a quick spell to project her own voice. "Citizens of Salem, whether you are from the sky-scraping towers of Mirrorlight, the golden fields of Gale Valley, or right here at the bright shores of Sundial, we the Helios Knights welcome you to our coven hall, and the concluding round of the Empyreal Cup!" There are cheers after each location, of course, with plenty of excited representatives from each area she'd mentioned. Although there is powerful energy in her voice, she dares not stray into an expression of pure excitement. There is reason for solemnity today. [break][break] "I understand that there are concerns about the safety of Sundial due to the recent attack using forbidden magic on our city, and that some feel that today's event is happening too soon after the wake of this tragedy. However, I can think of no better time to hold this duel. Many too-often forget that the founding members of the Helios Knights built Sundial in the face of adversary. They transformed the land from untamed wilds plagued by wraiths to the well-protected and thriving city we all know today. And, for centuries after, the Helios Knights have protected Sundial from all manner of threats from within and outside alike. Defending out homes and the lives of our people is not new to us, and the Empyreal Cup celebrates our ability and willingness to resist against those who would spread fear and destruction." She pauses for just long enough for that point to sink in, and for a transition back to discussing the present. "In the days following this most recent attack, we've experienced a flood of able hands willing to help from all across Salem. Together, we've repaired the city's infrastructure with unprecedented speed, and have healed and released nearly all who were injured... No matter what comes our way, we can and will face it. We can and will fight." [break][break] The applause and shouts of agreement are slow to start, but grow into a storm. The energy in the stadium is palpable. [break][break] "And with that in mind--" a wry smile graces the lips of the Helios Knight's first in command, "-- let the battle begin!" OOC REMINDER! No new characters will be allowed in the thread after December 25, so please post soon if you want to join! Also, don't forget to mention in the ooc section of your post if you wish to participate in the death enabled portion of this event!
The days leading up to the last fight of the Empyreal Cup are hectic, and like an addict Aiden has thrown himself into preparations wholeheartedly. He’s not as excited plagued with worry over the recent…fracture in his close friendship with one particular sad seer, but he is also unable to find a perfect solution for it yet. He kept himself occupied, stocking up on herbal teas to force him to sleep his hours and diving head first into tournament volunteering. Most of it had ended up with helping coordinate the gryphons and their show. He wouldn’t be in the show, particularly but he would be, well, babysitting a gryphon after a while. It wasn’t so bad. He’d been paired up with the teenage one from before at least. That one knew him.
Aiden didn’t don his particularly bad sense of style today, not the tunic and robes he used for patrol, nor even a sleek Emerson patented suit and ribbon. No, today was rider’s gear. Or well, kind of? He dind’t know but it was still visibly Helios Knights property. The soft leathers were a weird mix of brown and red, a slight dye job. The metallic accents were painted gold, and the soft white shirt and pale grey slacks were comfortable. The slacks were, thicker of course, to help cope with the cold, and his jacket was wooly and thick but overall, pretty uniform. At least, with the other riders anyway. He ruffled the gryphon’s feathers as he landed beside him, rider panting from the adrenaline rush before they both turned to listen to their coven leader speak. It was comforting, and though it was restrained it did the job. They applauded, as good knights do before the gryphon teen gently prodded him. All the excitement had captured the witches present, and even though it had been a slow start for Aiden, he was slowly getting swept away by it. “C’mon Perry, let’s get people to admire your or whatever.” He murmured as the gryphon folded his wings in, rumbled in approval, and began to follow the witch’s lead.
He wasn’t the most experienced rider, but Peregrine listened to him and that was enough qualification. Maybe gryphons were just icky because they could pick up how sought after they were. Whatever. Another thing to put into his grandparent’s mouth at dinner parties. Although when the Emersons did it, it always felt dull. His really grandparents always seemed genuinely excited to tell these things to people. Surely, they’d love this. He takes a moment in private to adjust the pants, tight material practically constricting him if he moved the wrong way. He couldn’t bend quite right, but at least it looked nice. So, he’d been told. The gryphon nuzzles him before they step out to do the rounds, waiting for the final match to begin. He regretted he wouldn’t be in the stands, but it’d be projected everywhere and with Perry, well, he could get a better view if he really wanted too.
They step into the streets rounding the arena, dozens of screens ready for the match, and crowds of people wandering through, either rushing to bring food into the stands or setting up to watch outside. And Peregrine towers proudly over them all, strutting through carefully, backing in the attention. Aiden walks by his side, occasionally inviting smaller children, the braver ones, to pet the beast’s leg. He feeds Perry a couple of treats for being graceful before moving along. The pair move along easily with the crowd forming a cautious ring around Perry until their bubbles meets another, and Perry is about to force his way through before a quick tug on his coat stops him from jostling Medeia Trevil herself. “M-Madame Trevil. Good morning.” The redhead sputtered before steadying his words as he bowed his head lightly. “Sorry, Perry- Peregrine is happy to be here.” He added, glancing at the big beast who eyes the taller witch, before looking back at Aiden and then bowing his head slightly to imitate the weaver. “Ah, I apologize, are you perhaps on your way to wish Miss Claire good luck?” he added, remembering he probably wouldn’t have time to do that himself now. But he was still rooting for her. Besides, avoiding her mitigated certain…risks he didn’t want to take just yet. Not yet. Not now.
[attr="class","inkpost"]there is a handful of popcorn en route to his mouth when someone jostles his shoulder unexpectedly. the popcorn flies out of his hand, scattering onto the floor — miro is all too happy to clean up. the familiar melts into existence by his side, ears pricked and eyes sharp, making a beeline for the fallen tidbits. ninos watches with mild amusement, before turning to the person who had accidentally bumped into him, waving a hand dismissively. “‘s alright, don’t worry about it,” he says lightly. “got plenty to be distracted by, i don’t blame you.” [break][break]
he finds his gaze drawn back down towards the arena as medeia trevil makes her appearance. there is something admirable about the pride with which she carries herself, and the fact that she certainly knows how to give a speech. he watches, expression unreadable, as she delves into her solemn address of recent events. [break][break]
there’s something familiar about the way she delivers it — nothing about the high priestess in particular, of course, but perhaps the terms she chooses ever so carefully. the inclusive ‘we’, the flawless narration of tragedy-struggle-recovery-hope-resolve: beware the eloquent ones. they’ll slit your throat as bold as brass, and dress up murder in handsome words.[break][break]
his gaze slides sideways, towards emery, easing all too smoothly into cheerfulness and a breezy laugh. “so, any bets on who’s going to win?” [break][break]
@emery[break] sign me up for DE yo
Last Edit: Dec 19, 2018 7:05:32 GMT by ninos knight
OF ALL OF YOU THAT BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE RIGHT, AND YOU'RE RIGHT, BUT ARE YOU RIGHT?
[attr="class","frniknaktop5"]
THE JUDGEMENT MAN HOLDS MY FATE. AS I GAZE AROUND THE ROOM, THEIR EYES ARE LIKE KNIVES: COULD DECAPITATE.
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He takes her apology lightly, and even though nervous at first, she is thankful to not have caused him much trouble, at least. But she simply smiles and nods, and is prepared to leave to search for someone. But she hears a voice -- the sound of regal poise and pride -- and eventually her attention is diverted to it. She is left staring at a woman speaking on a platform, adorned with the finest of red jewels and gold.
[break][break]This does not make her less admirable; she speaks with pride in her voice, and she draws people's attention to her with her very little finger. She talks about the pride of the Helios Knights, and explains the situation of the Empyreal Cup's discontinuation. She has no clue what had happened before, but she is sure it is serious enough to be talked about to a large crowd.
[break][break]She approaches the stadium railing and leans in, silently staring at the Helios Knight's leader, Medeia Trevil. The cheers and screams of agreement from the crowd drown out the sounds of anyone else after she is done talking. Emery does not know much about their leader, as she had only been appointed a Knight and is still in apprentice rank, but looking at her now, it is impossible to avert her gaze and go somewhere else. She has true charisma, that much is said, and every word that comes out of her mouth is like gold and knowledge that people desperately crave for.
[break][break]The blonde is brought back to reality when he asks her about any bets to who will stand the victor. She realizes that she has been standing beside him after a few seconds, but turning to him, she smirks. "Claire Fermont. I take pride in saying that name." She closes her eyes and shakes her head. "That woman's got more strength and power than anyone I've ever known, though I wouldn't underestimate Kasparian, either." She grazes a finger through her chin as she says this.
[break][break]A cheerful trill makes her turn behind her, but is taken aback by surprise when a gryphon suddenly flies down towards her and rubs against her back. She jolts, but giggles and ruffles the gryphon's head. "Ardi! How've you been, girl?" She coos at the twin like it is a little dog, scratching the sides of the huge cat-beast's neck. "Where's your brother, what's he up to? Is he with Aiden again?"
Post by claire fermont on Dec 21, 2018 17:00:57 GMT
When her name was called, Claire stands up. The Knight has been lounging on one of the tents beside the arena. Eyes closed, meditating. She was among the first to arrive at the area, going into one of the tents after telling a new Knight not to let anyone in. She has never really slept, though she waited for how many hours. It was nice and quiet at first, then the spectators arrive, and Claire was there during the transition. It was a steady build of noise--until it was cut off by a distinct voice. When her name was called, Claire stands up and leaves the tent.
It's bright. Claire arrived there too early in the morning, sun barely peeking from the horizon. But now it has risen, and it shines upon the citizens of Sundial all of whom are brought together by the anticipated finale of the Empyreal Cup. Claire had triumphed over her opponents, with only one more to face before she claims victory. She steps into the platform feeling the eyes on her--they're everywhere. Instead of being fired up over claiming the trophy, instead Claire feels as if she's the prize. And the feeling is not as bright as the sun kissing her pale skin.
She summons Vani, then. The temperature drops as the familiar appears in a crackle of ice. The chill is barely noticeable in such a large area, and her familiar, though beastly in size, seems like an ant in the arena. Unlike his witch, Vani seems delighted by the attention. He keeps on pawing at the ground, and is even the first one to assume their position. He roars, too, and is amazed by how part of the crowd oohs. Claire smiles faintly, as if Vani's fighting spirit gets to her, too.
Claire only knows the name of her opponent. Billy Kasparian. She has never heard of him before. Perhaps it is faith that they meet at this very place. It's also a shame he is going to be pummeled to the ground at their first meeting.
Medeia then signals the start of the match, and the wild boar rears up. Just before Vani stomps on the ground, Claire gives a polite bow, directed at the man. "Try not to trip," she says.
A split second later, the ground shakes and cracks under Vani's front hooves as he brings them down again. From the cracks emerges cold ice--two blocks of ice in irregular shape creeping in a wide arc (LARGE SPREAD) attempting to box Billy into a smaller space. Closer to her so she can cut his limbs off.
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Faded and worn at the seams A psychotropic wanderlust, sick and laughing Their words bared their teeth into the wall I promised I would rid the world of
Oops they were calling him. Well shit. Guess he had to make an appearance. Well this was annoying. He finished his snack and by his snack he meant someone else's snack. That someone else was heath ambroise but that wasnt the point.
"Well. Looks like I gotta go and pretend to care about this fight. Peace out girl scouts," he said while giving a thumbs up. He would make his way to the arena. Late. Not that late but he was most definitely late. The other person was already there with her familiar out by the time he got there with Dr Puddy.
He sees /that woman/ again. He cant wait until she gets what she deserves. What they all deserve. That was neither here nor there though. What they deserved didnt matter. All he had to do was make it look like he was trying... like he wanted to win. Like he cared. Or maybe not? Treat this as a frustrating joke. He was just so bored of all of this. Yes.Within a few moments the call was announced. Time to start the match.
"Ooo ice magic. Ice Queen it is~." He hummed as ice started spreading towards him. He seemed rather unphased by all of this... not a care in the world. Two small platforms of light would appear above him (Stairway to Heaven) as the ice tried to cut him off. With a large puff of smoke (blinking scroll) he would vanish and appear on one of those platforms. He would place a potion bottle inside Dr Puddys mouth and she would hop onto the other platform.
More small platforms would appear scattered around going towards the general direction of the other pair of witch and familiar. The two would jump as best they could from platform to platform vanishing and making new ones as they go for footing. Puddy seemed to be moving towards the witch in particular. Billy would shoot two beams of light towards either witch or familiar that had a strange purple hue to them (single shot and skill ultraviolet). He just wanted to go home.
Post by claire fermont on Dec 22, 2018 17:20:40 GMT
Ice Queen. That silly name again. People really sees her as queen? The crowd even cheer wildly. She hardly can believe. Queens are regal, just, and kind. They are beautiful and soft and sweet. Claire isn't regal. She isn't beautiful nor soft nor sweet. If anyone is queen, it would be lucena zamóre. Ah, that girl makes her feel all sorts of things. Makes her feel human, makes the red blood fade into bloom pink. Claire misses her.
Claire has hoped to see the man break the looming walls. To her disappointment, he doesn't, instead Claire watches him hop in the air with lithe footing. He seems to be keen at keeping his distance from the woman. What a shame. She really wanted to punch someone today. Billy looks like the perfect target, but it doesn't look like she'll catch him. The second best target is the cat, who looks like he was heading for Claire. Claire blinks and refocuses her vision. Oh, and what was that thing in his mouth?
There is a faint crackle as the ground becomes coated with thin smooth ice (SKATER). The terrain is a piece of cake, therefore the duo can move easier than ever. They dodge the light beams, with Claire closing the distance between her and the feline. Vani, on the other hand, skates away from the Billy. It's irritating how the man is up in the air. Vani has no power over there. The boar throws a couple of ice slicers (SLICER) wildly, not aiming for Billy, rather trying to limit the space to where the witch can move with his silly vanishing act.
Meanwhile Claire is very delighted to finally meet the other faimiliar. "Come here kitty," Claire coos, voice cold despite the warm words. "What a good kitty, you even brought something for me..." Claire keeps her eyes on the cat, as best as she can. The feline keeps vanishing and reappearing somewhere else. If both of their directions wouldn't change, then Claire would point her wand to the feline and would enchant its mouth closed (GLUE JINX) forcing him to either drop the bottle or keep it inside his mouth.
notes // Also yes sign me up for DE
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Faded and worn at the seams A psychotropic wanderlust, sick and laughing Their words bared their teeth into the wall I promised I would rid the world of
