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 teal-haired woman was making no attempt to veil her spellcraft, and aiden emerson's clear sight thus revealed two spells of particular interest. The first and most obvious was the cloud-like shimmer hovering over the area of sleeping spectators and reaching into all of their heavy-lidded eyes. Though Aiden's use of Purge offered him some respite, he could tell that the spell was not letting up, remaining a suffocating presence which quietly (and slowly) worked through his magical defenses like rust through metal. The second spell, though more subtle than the first, was visible thanks to the redhead's bold approach of Chrysanthemum and her unusual caretaker: a magic, dark and old, coiled so tightly throughout the limbs of the teal haired woman that it seemed to be woven into her very being. The child in the wheelchair, who is indeed Chrystanthemum Blackburn, makes no indication of regaining consciousness. [break][break] "Young Ms. Blackburn is very tired... you mustn't wake her," says the woman in a disarmingly calm tone, even though her lips settled on a neutral line rather than something more warm. Beneath her simple cloak, it is easy enough to see the pale skin of her face is marked by a thick red line (possibly paint) crossing the bridge of her nose and her teal hair flows long enough to reach the small of her back. From the way the hood of the cloak sat, there looked to be something else atop her head, but it was shielded by the brownish cloth. "Are you a friend of hers, perhaps? I feel as if we've met before..." Her golden eyes pierce through the young Knight, but her expression reveals little of her intent. Though she doesn't look like she is preparing to physically strike, there is not even a hint of concern over being approached. "Or... perhaps you are one of those ᴍᴇᴅᴅʟᴇʀs." [break][break] At the last word of her statement is not only heard by Aiden, but felt in his mind as well. Medeia, at this point, is only half paying attention to the duel, though she makes an active effort to at least appear attentive, such a blatant show of unlicensed magic in the heart of the Helios Knight coven has quickly claimed the top of her priorities. Even so, she is not so distracted that she misses Billy Kasparian's loud request to forfeit. Her right eyebrow twitches. You could trust the Jesters to treat even this proud and long-standing tradition as a joke, she supposed. [break][break] The High Priestess stands as if to speak, and the stadium almost quiets in expectation of her announcement but, to the surprise of most, is interrupted twice over. First, raven delacroix shouts a warning to Aiden, which was heard by much of the audience, as well as those in the nearby VIP seats thanks to the sudden lull. Many heads turn, and Medeia's eyes dart towards that portion of the stadium like a hawk. Even more unexpected, mere moments after this alarm, the voice of the announcer who had called the two finalists to the arena earlier today was again projecting her voice through the stadium... but her tone was lacking its earlier warmth and force of presence, as if she wasn't entirely aware of herself: [break][break] "Attention... May I have... your attention please. Attention... those who've forgotten...--" [break][break] Medeia was not about to give this person, whoever they were, a free podium to spout toxic ideologies at her event. Her wand whips up to her neck, and the High Priestess is suddenly projecting her voice as well, easily surpassing the spellsinger. "Everyone, evacuate the arena NOW--" [break][break] "-- the war against paradise --" the official announcer does not miss a beat, as if she didn't care about (or didn't notice) being spoken over. [break][break] "-- make your way towards the North exit --" [break][break] "-- and all those --" [break][break] "-- at the base of the stadium. --" [break][break] "-- who fell --" [break][break] "-- Knights, secure the back stands --" [break][break] "-- at the battle of Metnal." [break][break] "-- and use the utmost caution. Do NOT directly engage the source of the sleep spell." Medeia had the last word for the moment, and as soon as she was done barking out orders, points her wand towards the sleep-inducing area and casts spatial scrollbook #3 around it, creating a glimmering transparent wall which barred entry into the dangerous zone. [break][break] However, the official announcer had merely paused. "We would like to announce... that we've returned..." [break][break] And the eyes of those who'd been put under by the magical sleep all slowly began to flutter open. OOC REMINDER! The next staff post will be in 3-5 days. No new characters are allowed in this thread at this point.
[break][break] Current participants are listed below, with (DE) next to their name if they have consented to their character risking death for additional end-of-thread rewards. If you wish to change whether your character is participating in this thread with the DE risk or not, please do so before the next staff posts. You will not be able to change your mind after that point. [break]heath ambroise (DE) [break]Billy Kasparian (DE) [break]ninos knight (DE) [break]Zephyr Hart (DE) [break]@emery (DE) [break]aiden emerson (DE) [break]claire fermont (DE) [break]Desmond Grey (DE) [break]taylan karga (DE) [break]raven delacroix (DE)
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 battle between the two witches rage on; Emery looks on from where she is, the gryphon twin by her side. Gallardias does nothing but wag her tail and purr inwardly as Emery strokes her back, all while her eyes are affixed to the arena. Claire has become stronger, a pure figure of skill in her own, and sometimes for Emery she could be an object of envy. Kasparian is just the same, she figures. Alchemy is probably not something easy to learn, she thinks.
[break][break]She hears the man from beside her give his insights, and she nods in agreement. "She definitely is... but Kasparian is definitely no weakling either." Her eyes are still stuck watching as the battle ensues. "I'm not sure who will come out triumphant now. As much as I want to vote for Claire, Kasparian is proving himself a really tough opponent as well."
[break][break]Emery is about to speak once more once he suddenly speaks in alarm, and she turns to view the situation herself. Had those people in the back seats become... unconscious? Her eyes widen and she squints her eyes to get a better look, but it's not helping her at all. "What... what is going on...?" She is left to question, her voice merely a whisper as the words come out of her mouth.
[break][break]The announcement breaks and people around her are starting to panic. Even the battle seems to be postponing itself, something Emery deems quite right. The competition shouldn't be continued especially in a situation like this. As if reading her mind, Gallardias stands up and trills, and Emery smiles. Her thoughts then turn to the stranger and she stares at him in alarm. "Be careful around here, if you wish to stay. I have to get to duty and protect the hall, as said." She mounts Gallardias and the gryphon flies as high as she can, making a beeline towards the affected area. "Catch you later!"
[break][break]She stops Gallardias from advancing to the area a few meters away, allowing her to descend to the ground as she glares up at several figures in the distance. Among the unconscious individuals affected, two of them don't seem to be affected; a teal-haired woman, holding on to the wheelchair of an equally unconscious young girl. The other... red hair? And a gryphon...?
[break][break]She cannot enter the area anymore, as Medeia had blocked it with her spell after her announcement. But the unconscious ones slowly drift awake, bringing Emery into alarm. "Th-They're awake. They're awake!" She screams, mostly to herself, and she nears the barrier to better see if they are alright. "They're conditions... Aiden! Or you! These people are starting to wake up! How are their conditions?!"
[attr="class","a1lyric"]i got nothing but dreams inside[break] i got nothing but dreams
[attr="class","a1lyric2"]i'm just young enough to still believe, still believe [break]young enough not to know what to believe
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[attr="class","a1scroll"] He doesn’t like what he sees, black magic, literally, coiling, surrounding the witch. Chrysanthemum, shriveled up and unconscious besides her made him imagine the worst. Concern morphs into something more fierce, despite his best intentions to stay neutral and avoid raising alarm. “I am her friend, yes.” He declared boldly as he locks eyes with the woman, her eyes bright and sending icicles tingling down his spine. Minor panic shoots through him as he hears that voice in his head and recognizes the bitch from the park. The one that had hounded at them so relentlessly once Siobhan had disobeyed her. So, she was a person, huh. He had attributed her to some terrible nightmarish illusion. Something concocted by the one working the necromancy. He glances at the girl who shouted at him. Yes, they’d found their suspect, but he wasn’t in any position to apprehend her. He would need another pulse of his magic to keep his eyes open.
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Voices clash and Aiden closes the distance between himself and the witch. McKenna walks into existence, standing in Aiden’s line of sight but twenty feet or so away from the sleep bubble, shielding her form with the bodies of people that were rushing past her to evacuate. The redhead pauses, intense curiosity rising within him as he closes in on the danger. There it was again. That unknown word. It was a location? Was there any record of it? His search form before had yielded no leads. And then Medeia Trevil’s warning snaps him out of it as he realized he has done exactly what she just warned them not to. The shifting of collapsed bodies strikes another wave of panic, he needs to leave. “I’ll be taking her back for bed rest.” He said as he made his move, putting an arm under the young girl’s legs. As soon as he could grasp her he would let out a sharp breath, mana quickly blasting outwardly as he used a Concussion Wave.
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As force blew outwards around him the redheaded knight would send Emery a glance as he picked up the teenager fully before commanding more mana to his feet. The soles of his boots crackled for a moment before he lifted an inch or two over ground, the beginnings of a Windsurfer blooming at his heels so that he could escape the barrier and start making his way to a medic, if there were any sticking around after the evacuation. “Conditions? Possibly, bruised probably unfriendly.” He shouted speeding towards McKenna as she informed him the barrier was also blocking her from flickering towards him. The best he can do is grab the only person not waking up and run. With the containment spells about to start flying, because there had to be more on the way, it was better to move aside. Even if he wanted to know about Metnal. The missed opportunity frustrates him.
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spells used: clear sight, purge, bag of holding [break] techniques used: concussion wave, windsurfer [break] items used: n/a
"Well isnt that interesting?~" he hummed on his small platform as things started happening the stands and a broadcast overhead was performed. Something about metnal? Or something like that. He felt like he had heard that word before? Maybe something his sister had blathered on about? Who knows.
That witch took over the broadcast once again using her commanding voice to go above all others. She displayed her high proficiency in magic when a large area of magic formed almost like a transparent cube of sorts? Or something like that. Of course she was powerful... their enemy couldnt be anything less. That knight.
Dr Puddy stirred in her witches arms, closing her eyes as she laid there. She was still needed for him to maintain his light magic so she was out. He shifted her into his left arm carrying the creature like an infant as he hopped down to the stadium entrance with a poof of smoke lacking this time. Just simple jumping.
The young man waved towards the woman whom he had been fighting before. She should probably do something... that was what the Helios Knights do right?. "Good luck!" He shouted this out while he tried to make his escape out of the main area of the area. His first goal would be to find his minions... er friends. He still needed them for later so like... he would prefer they not die. Plus he didnt really seem to care as long as it didnt interfere with his own plans.
"Now where would they be... hmmm... maybe we should try for the stands again?" He would try to make his way around the area looking for the other two of his party. Gotta find his bard and his spymaster after all. No wait. Friends. Yes that was it. Hopefully whatever was happening in the area stayed confined there.
Post by claire fermont on Jan 10, 2019 10:59:45 GMT
Upon the male's wish to forfeit, Claire sighs. "What a pussy," she says dryly. "Might as well put out the fire first before leaving." She gestures to the still raging fire. Claire hates fire, does not need it, and it irks her to see the flames creeping towards her. She can shield herself and Vani, however she won't take responsibility for the The ice melts as Claire stops infusing mana into it. Vani is still very much invested into the duel, but Claire's mental decision to discontinue the match as well prompts him to slow down and eventually, halt. Vani paws at the ground and growls. "I'll get you next time," he snarls. Eventually he submits and walks towards his witch, his adrenaline fading.
She waits for Medeia's decision on whether to accept Kasparian's decision. It does come, but with words she is not expecting. She also does not expect the announcer to speak at the same time with Medeia. Dare to disrupt the high priestess? Only the brave. Perhaps, also, the manipulated. At once Claire is on high alert.
Billy announces his retreat, and Claire spares him a glance. Perhaps such a pussy still has intuition with him. He leaves, and as such, she remains at the center of the arena, watching as panic ensues among the hundreds of viewers. The monitors are focused on the area which Medeia enchanted. Several Knights are already there.
"Claire, what's going on?" Vani asks, not understanding anything that's happening. Claire doesn't understand either. "What is Metnal? Who's returning? And why do we need to--fuck, the exits are cramped!"
"I don't understand either," Claire says. "But we gotta move. Come on, to the exits!" Both the witch and the familiar race (SKATER), separating, each going to an exit. "EVACUATE AND CALM DOWN!" Claire yells, then, voice thundering across the area. With skilled slices (SLICER) Claire widens the exits to hopefully avoid a stampede. Vani does the same, but he merely charges the exit, allowing the once human-adapted entry to one where a gigantic boar can pass through. Should there be no interruption, they would do the same thing to every exit they could reach.
notes // Also yes sign me up for DE
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[attr="class","scrollclaire"]AN ASSORTMENT OF CHARMS, SCROLL #1: GLUE JINX
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
[attr="class","inkpost"]chaos erupts. he didn’t think it would be as hectic as it was — a bunch of people falling asleep, while concerning, isn’t an act that incites too much action. even as his gaze focuses in on the phenomenon, as murmurs and pointed fingers guide him, he finds himself oddly calm. “you take care too,” he calls after the departing knight on her griffin, but his tone is absent-minded.[break][break]
but then— there’s that voice. the announcer is distant and cold and wrong, and he feels a chill run down his spine. he’s in no mood to play hero ( he isn’t one, that’s the thing ) and so he sees no reason to argue with evacuation orders. he skirts the edge of the crowd still, eyes sharp and curious, gaze fixed on the areas of containment and the mass of people waking up even as he follows the crowd out towards the north gate. it isn’t as if he is of any use here. the best thing he can do right now is probably to get the hell out of the way; no need to contribute to an unnecessary body count.[break][break]
Post by raven delacroix on Jan 10, 2019 11:45:59 GMT
Well, for all her guts and glory, her warning seems to pass through the redhead's right ear to the left ear and went away with the wind. Raven seems to be unheard, and the redhead picks up the girl in the wheelchair and wheels away on what seems to be a technique. He finds a friend too, the blonde woman, and together they exchange inquiries.
She couldn't care less about the girl though. The danger is right in front of them. Raven does not understand a thing. It annoys her. Why must people be vague on their words? Can't she just say what her business was. Who are those meddlers? Who is she? Her last word was said with extreme vile, Raven shudders.
She stumbles backwards as Medeia casts a powerful enchantment on the area. Raven does not know what the spell was, she can't coordinate with it. The teal-haired woman becomes more hostile when the redhead asked. Raven shivers. Fear. For the first time in her life, she isn't the center of the attention and Raven wishes to remain that way. She obviously does not want to garner the attention of these sleep-induced people, who, by the way, starts to flutter their eyelids open.
Oh no no no no no. Not a chance. Not a fucking chance. Raven slowly backs away, danger more imminent than before and she acknowledges it. Her heart thunders in her ribcage. She pours mana into her voice (A GENTLE WHISPER), and with a very calm, velvety, almost-a-lullaby voice that does not quite match the overwhelming fear she's feeling right now, the white-haired Knight says. "Sleep. You're tired, aren't you? Sleep, now."
Medeia just said not to engage. Well, too late now.
[attr="class","i1scroll"] he spares another glance over his shoulder, just as the announcer's voice begins to ring out over the speaker, clarion-clear but vacant. there's something familiar in the talk of paradise, but he can't quite place it. maybe later, he'll think more on it; maybe later, granted he doesn't die today. ( for as much as he grumbles about life, dying in a place like this -- to something like this -- seems awfully unceremonious. )[break][break]
unfortunately for most involved, taylan has rarely been one to follow orders without challenge. he's still moving towards the exit, or presumably wherever desmond is, but he turns around part-way to regard the now-waking crowd of people.[break][break]
he raises a hand, aiming for the section closest to himself: mushrooms peek out from beneath seats and between gaps in the floor, red caps sprouting like pinpricks of blood. as the white-haired knight weaves her spell, he too whispers, "sleep."
"Protego," the teal-haired woman hums, causing a glistening-gold barrier of mana to block aiden emerson's attack. She doesn't budge, nor does she appear particularly inconvenienced by this turn of events. Despite this, she also makes no move to retrieve the girl whom the red-haired Knight was whisking away, and instead merely watches, gaze unwavering. [break][break] It is not until Aiden passes the barrier and meets up with @emery that the teal-haired woman whispers under her breath: "Come, now, ████. Letting him get this far is cruel." [break][break] And with that, the cloven foot of a goat standing over two stories tall materializes inches in front of Aiden and Emery, and then flicks forwards to hit them with its substantial weight, throwing them closer to the area surrounded by Medeia's barrier. Aiden (due to being there in person) and any other Knights involved in the investigation of the happenings of the Mystery Event (from hearing the story second hand) would know that this is the newly-materialized familiar of Chrystanthemum. Things were going from bad to worse, and the High Priestess wanted nothing more than to end this as quickly as possible to minimize damages. Though she is a moment too late to prevent its first attack, she lobs a Glue Jinx at the giant goat's feet to prevent (at the very least) a physical rampage. [break][break] With the hope that her Knights could defend against a young girl's familiar, she then turns her focus to the next immediate threat: the spectators which appeared to be waking from a magical slumber. Unfortunately, they seemed unaffected by raven delacroix's gentle whisper, as well as the little red mushrooms sprouting near the back, courtesy of taylan karga. Though the teal haired woman's spell over the people was strong, and would be difficult to counteract, the lack of change in even a single person implied that they were either no longer capable of sleep... or, despite moving, were still sleeping. Forced into a state of sleepwalking, perhaps. [break][break] Either way, they needed to be contained. Within the space she has already enchanted, Medeia casts a second barrier -- this one from spatial scrollbook #2, which prevents things from getting out. Unfortunately, no sooner had she done this than a loud crack of lightning strikes the new magical barrier, shattering it. The arc of electricity, a basic Vibrionus spell, is easy enough to trace back to the teal-haired woman. With the power to break a master's enchantment in one hit of magical force... this woman should not be underestimated. [break][break] The crowd which had just moments ago been unconcious was now shambling out through the High Priestess's one-way barrier. Most grab at anyone nearby, holding them down and restricting their airways, but a few who look to be physically stronger can be seen throwing punches. Those who are closest to the back are the first to be targeted, including aiden emerson, @emery, taylan karga, and Desmond Grey. [break][break] Down by the exits at the lower level, surprisingly, a similar scene is transpiring. Vani (claire fermont), Billy Kasparian, heath ambroise, and Zephyr Hart are the first to notice that many of the Knights who were meant to be acting as guards at the exists and outside were not acting quite themselves. Eyes dazed, they had drawn weapons and were stalking towards anyone who neared, possessing a clear attempt to maim from how their blades were raised. OOC REMINDER! The next staff post will be in 3-5 days. No new characters are allowed in this thread at this point.
[break][break] Bad things are much more likely to happen to characters if they fail to post for 2 consecutive rounds.
[attr="class","gearcore"] "... I'm thinkin' that's no food vendor," Zeph replies, tone wary as the drone's gaze pans over stands of of limp bodies. The overlapping speeches of Medeia and the announcer which boom out from the arena and through the rows of food stalls outside prompt him to shoot Heath a questioning glance. He didn't have the slightest fucking clue what the announcer was rambling about, but it didn't sound good. "What do ya think... check up on Billy or run?" He asks.
As if to reply, Sprocket suddenly barks out a warning shout and points towards two of the guards by the entrance. They were drawing weapons, but their expressions looked as if they weren't all there. "Or fight, yeh, guess that's an option," Zeph appends to his previous suggestions, waiting just a moment to confirm that the guards were walking towards them before making a decision himself: "Spock, bind 'em."
Two metal hands sprout from the metal of each of the Knights' blades, one from the base to grab the wrist that was holding the hilt and another another from the tip to reach over and grab the guards' other free arm. The metal Hands of Gaia pull the guards' arms together like handcuffs and eliminate any threat the now-hand-shaped blades would have posed. Just to be safe, two more stone hands burst from the ground and grab an ankle of each of the guards to keep them immobile.
While his familiar handles the immediate threat, Zeph again takes control of his drone in the arena to zip down to ground level. It only takes a few seconds to find Billy, since he was one of the only people in the arena itself. The little holographic drone, just a simple blue cube, flies over to the Jester and bobs up and down to try to get his attention. Zeph couldn't communicate through the interface fragment, but hoped that Billy was familiar enough with it so he didn't resist the network spell he was about to cast with it. The interface fragment then flies straight into Billy's forehead and shifts from a drone into a network node.
Assuming Billy didn't immediately break the link, he'd get a mental message from Zephyr, fairly similar to how communication between witches and familiar occurred: "Y'know, somehow I'm not surprised your fight'd end up like this. You alright in there?"
"This is annoying." There were a handful of guards blocking various exits. He could try to rush them but that risked getting cut up should his spell casting not be fast enough. Sure he could heal from it but that took up a large amount of mana he would prefer not to use in case of an emergency. Ya know? Right.
The guards looked off. Kind of like they were sleep walking? Or something like that... like zombies who were not at all there mentally. That was good then. It would make this fight way easier as long as they didnt come in to big a horde.
His free hand glowed with a faint light as light wires sprung around one of the guards blocking his exit from the arena. They light wove itself around their ankles, wrists and upper arms. With a quick squeeze of his hand the wires quickly constricted forcing the sword out of the guards hands and forcing their limbs together. With a quick pulling motion Billy threw his captive into one of the other guards to knock them both over.
Their was a strange object coming towards him though. It looked very familiar to him... some kind of aethenium construct? Or something of the sort. Fortunately he was pretty familiar with this kind of magic thanks to having Zephyr Hart as a companion as well as having maddox rothscus ✨ as family. He allowed the mental link to be established as Zephyr's voice entered his mindscape.
"Physically speaking yes. Theres some guards blocking all the exits though so itll take me a minute to get out. This would be so much easier if I could just kill them." He shouldn't resort to killing them at this point. They were in full view of the knights and as much as it would make his life easier he probably shouldnt do it in full view of so many people.
"Some weird lady is doing some hocus pocus bullshit or something and fighting that annoying knight queen? I kinda wasnt paying that much attention. Anyway got a plan?" With another wave of wires he takes out another three guards. This should hopefully be enough to get him through the exit of the arena. As long as there isnt more to reinforce the stupid shitty sleeping people. He would leave the main arena area assuming this was so unless prompted by some outside force.
The guided hues are muddled and dark; there are too many choices, and none are much better than the rest. A few are much darker, of course -- approaching the barrier or the newly-materialized goat looked to be the worst options for him. But, there's also a glimmer of red, and the color of Amelia Cunningham as the boy named Aiden is kicked backwards by the oversized familiar. A chill runs down his spine. Though Desmond didn't personally have a close connection to the boy, Aiden's mother had been as close to him as a sister. It is enough for him to hesitate, and for his pace to slow.
But, he is not a hero, he reminds himself. The Fates had engraved this fact as a mantra through his bones. His influence in this life is weak and short-reaching, and the role of a savior is not his to play.
The crowds around the back stands are thinning as people make their way towards the exit which Medeia had instructed. While it did seem to draw the largest mass of the half-sleeping victims in that same direction, it also left precious few alternate targets to pick from in the back. The only person he could concern himself with saving right now was himself.
The pretzel in his hand falls from his grasp, and his fingers in his free hand curl. His staff materializes to meet them.
"Back exit is one row away," he shouts back to Taylan over the din. Last he checked, that doorway hadn't been black, and it was close enough to them to avoid being completely overrun. Turning his back to the others, his pace again quickens.
ooc taylan karga spells used: guide (adv), heirloom wand (staff of the eternal depths)
[attr="class","a1lyric"]i got nothing but dreams inside[break] i got nothing but dreams
[attr="class","a1lyric2"]i'm just young enough to still believe, still believe [break]young enough not to know what to believe
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[attr="class","a1scroll"] He’s not surprised when the woman stops his attack, more interest in getting away than antagonizing her further. Though the spell she chose in particular sends panic fluttering in his chest as it brings back memories of a nightmare. As he surfs past the barrier he turned his head to Emery to give her a ‘let’s run’ directive because fuck whatever was going on behind him only place eyes on the tall familiar and he lets out a loud curse as the fat bastard sends them right back into Medeia’s magical field with a sharp thud. Aiden clutched the girl to his chest shouting at her to wake up and call the cloven familiar off. Then again, was she controlling it in her sleep?? That didn’t make any sense. Still this made things bad. They’d probably send Chrysanthemum into further shock if they attacked him, but right now it was imperative to put distance between the witch at the helm of it all and themselves.
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He felt hands on him and growled a warning before realizing they couldn’t really register it anyway. McKenna trots around the field, jumping over seats to change her position, trying to stay in Aiden’s field of vision and whispering her current movements to him. “Brace yourself!” he yelled at Emery, popping up onto his feet and leaning away from hostile hands that snaked their way towards his throat. Mana once again crackles at the edges of his body like a thin coat before exploding outward in a force of wind and sound in an effort to knock back sleepwalkers and free himself from their touch. “You good?” he called out, carefully sidestepping Emery and the familiar. Aiden transferred Chrysanthemum to his shoulder, wheezing as he tried to hold the girl up with one arm while his other reached down desperately into his pouch, fingers grasping wildly before he yanked something out. A wide, bright yellow blanket scarf unfurled itself as he grasped the top of the roll before tossing it at the familiar’s feet, thankful of the high priestess’ spell from earlier keeping it still.
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“Subdue.” He ordered so the scarf wouldn’t try to snap the familiar’s neck like it did the beast from his exam. Yellow stitching rippled with new life crawling and climbing the animal, a large portion of the fabric wrapping around the front legs of the giant goat before crawling a couple of times around its torso and then stretching towards the hind legs. The scarf then pulls taught, aiming to constrict lungs and impede movement while its master grabbed another item out of his pouch. “C’mon, c’mon…I know I made some…” he grumbled, arm beginning to ache from holding the skinny teenager. He yanked out a Dreamcatcher as he moved up the stairs trying his best to attach it to his own clothes as he moved away. He didn’t like hearing voices in his head when they weren’t Mckenna. “Are you alright?” the gazelle asked swiftly moving to his side and escorting as he tried to put distance again. “Yeah, just bruised. Nothing new.” He reported before going back to princess-carrying the teen once more.
Post by heath ambroise on Jan 15, 2019 2:37:22 GMT
At the sight of the sleeping witches he found himself leaning more into Zephyr before looking up at the screen to see if the changes were reflected there once the spellsinger began speaking as if possessed. Heath began to feel the hairs on his neck stand up and he spared a glance at the blonde. “Billy. Fight. I need to see this myself.” He said as Spock shouted and pointed at the guards. “Good. The knights are incapacitated. This evacuation is about to get messy.” The journalist stated with a grimace. Why did they arm the bastards with sword? Fucking augmenters and summoners. With the guards bound and the way relatively clear, he beckoned Zeph to follow him, darting forward and stopping briefly only to examine the guards, staring intently into their eyes, magic flashing in his own as he began casting Biological Metrics. After a moment of observation, he cracked his elbow hard on their temples in an effort to put them down. Just in case they could still use magic.
Adrenaline snaked through his veins as he felt himself on the precipice of another great mystery, and an even greater news article. He could already picture home office freaking out as they tried to track down all their reporters. He felt a little smug to be this close to the action for once. Did someone say promotion???
“Let’s grab Billy and try to stake out somewhere to see how this develops.” Heath said, as he watched another couple of knights wandering towards him with big pointy swords. The pinkette inhaled deeply at they closed in before letting out a large gale of ice escape his mouth as he used Call of the Dragon, intent on freezing their legs to the ground. Heath backed up a bit as he pulled out his Viperstrike Stiletto. He thrust it forward letting the blade elongate enough, the point piercing a palm of a knight to force them to drop their weapon. As soon as he felt resistance and saw blood, he retracted it aiming the dagger at the other to do the same. There was about to be a lot of knights with fucked up hands in the infirmary this week. Though, he didn’t seem too preoccupied with it. “I can stay on my own too. Don’t wanna keep you here if you ain’t up for a little investigating.” The witch said to the crafter before pointing a finger over at a familiar face. “Look he’s not dead yet.”
spells used: atheneum- biological metrics techniques used: call of the dragon items used: viperstrike stiletto
[attr="class","i1scroll"]he knows what the spell should do, and when no effect is apparent, he gives a pause. even with a clear power difference, there should at least be the slightest change; but there is nothing, so he is forced to draw another conclusion. no matter, though. clearly, the high priestess has it contained — a strike of lightning shatters the barrier as soon as it is created — or maybe not.[break][break]
the crowd shambles closer, with grasping hands outstretched like claws ; taylan takes a step back. then another. curses quietly under his breath. his gaze slides sideways, towards the precious few left in the back. the stupid few.[break][break]
he doesn’t have any coherent reply for desmond, just grunts in affirmation and whirls on his heel, following the seer towards the exit. he does not simply run, though; taylan reaches for the skeleton of long-dead plant life, his eyes skimming over the wooden benches, and he pulls.[break][break]
there is creaking and protest as the wood bends and rises, a shriek of metal pushed out of place as a barrier of wooden vines curl upwards between the sleepwalkers and taylan. for good measure, he gives a flick of the wrist — small thorns shoot out of the plantshaper’s creation, its edges now jagged and ready to provide further deterrent.
Medeia, at this point, is only half paying attention to the duel, though she makes an active effort to at least appear attentive, such a blatant show of unlicensed magic in the heart of the Helios Knight coven has quickly claimed the top of her priorities. Even so, she is not so distracted that she misses Billy Kasparian's loud request to forfeit. Her right eyebrow twitches. You could trust the Jesters to treat even this proud and long-standing tradition as a joke, she supposed. 
