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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Oct 21, 2016 3:50:18 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words: 383 [attr="class","gold"]I hope this works as a start hhh. time for pain. [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see Nothing in this one either. Well, that was unfortunate, however Fiamma hadn't set that many traps yesterday and the few in place had been put together hastily, so she wasn't too surprised to find her few snares coming up empty of anything edible. Of course she would have preferred to find a rabbit or two caught up in the brush, but what did wishing accomplish? A fat lot of nothing.
The fire magi tsk'd softly to herself as she gathered up the last one— a simple rope snare —and resolved to herself that she would do a better job this time around. She reasoned that trying a few new areas would be in her best interest and had plenty of materials for traps at her disposal, so it was really just a matter of getting out there to set them all and catch herself a meal next time around. Which is how Fiamma spent much of the afternoon. The scaled magi's feet carried her all over her little corner of Arecia, all of the pathways and streams and clearings she was most familiar with, to accomplish her goal and it was with the sky beginning to purple in the hues of sunset that she found her arms finally empty. There was nothing left to place.
Mission accomplished. A somewhat weary sigh wound out of Fiamma's lungs as it became clear that her task was done and she walked with an unhurried gait back in the direction of home. It hadn't been hard work, per say, but the magi's body called for a short rest before she could make the rest of the trek (no more than twenty minutes of walking from here) which she decided to oblige. There were no other pressing chores to accomplish today, so it wasn't as if Fiamma had to rush back. Rather, she was content to wander her way into a small clearing in Arecia's tall pines and seat herself on a ragged stump of some long ago felled tree. A few sharp pops could be heard as she stretched her arms above her head in a leisurely motion, releasing some of the tension from her shoulders, and she sighed out a more contented breath before leaning back on her hands to watch the darkening sky. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#222e8e 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#121b5e;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore]
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Post by Oliver Wynters on Oct 25, 2016 18:52:40 GMT
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the monster in your bed just give in and you won't be sorry
[attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]Even without the blessing of an enhanced sense of smell the pine was very pungent. To think people bought scented candles for this shit. Just spend an afternoon in a forest and surely your tastes would change. Oliver rose an eyebrow to another small patch of sap on his jeans as he led the way through woods. "This is why I prefer Winter." He muttered to himself as he stepped over another fallen log. If asked about his comment the man would keep his personal annoyance about sap to himself and instead would respond in a more professional manner. "Less noise." The man would state simply. "Winter most of the little shits have either migrated or are hibernating so their dumbass chittering doesn't get in the way of what I'm listening for." Leaning back Oliver gave a joking smirk to the woman behind him. "So as much as I am flattered that you asked me to come along with you," The Hunter began, slipping his hands into his pockets, "... howwwww exactly did this come about? Like, I could understand the one slippery fire magi that blasted away while you were pegging off their little friends. But, like, how? Why?" Oliver would nudge the woman's forearm with an elbow with a grin that knew what buttons he was pushing. "You of all people usually get the head shots. How the hell does one magi get away from you?" With the sun beginning in the distant sky above beyond the thick forestry canopy, the two hunters would continue their stroll in the direction Oliver would point out. Fricking cicadas and crickets were really beginning to get obnoxious now. Well, obnoxious to Oliver. Perhaps not as much to his partner in crime ... figuratively and literally. "Come oooon~ Tell your buddy pal Oliver about your noob fuck up. I'm finding it hard to believe is all." OOC Thanks for the patience, guys. Xoxo. Caroline Vorlan Fiamma Maritz @drew
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Post by Caroline Vorlan on Oct 25, 2016 19:54:55 GMT
Notes sorry for lame post if ya don't like where it's at then use the PM. I guess Fiamma should take the next one??
| 'TIL DEATH DO US PART, AND IT DID Dullahan was NOT in the mood for conversation. Granted, that was her default state with almost everyone, but for Oliver, it was strange. She didn’t inquire about his reasons. She kept her eyes focused on the forest around them, scanning with thermal optics to catch a glimpse of the fire magi. It was only when Oliver decided to jab at her did she talk. “They wanted two people this time,” she said. Her face was stony and her head stayed on a swivel. “This one knew how to fight without magic. You saw the profile; he’s massive. It would have been over if I was authorized to take a headshot, Oliver.” She huffed. “Bullshit ‘take alive’ directives. Sick of ‘em.” She shot him a glare that might even pierce someone like him. “It wasn’t a mistake on my part. He’s not a normal Magi.” She looked back to the forest. “Don’t be jealous that someone actually gave me a challenge out there; you’ve been slipping lately.” She barked a little “heh” at her own jab. Her joy lasted only a moment before she returned to sentry-mode once more. It had been some time since the fight; she assumed he’d died out there somewhere, until there were more reports of him coming in as of late. Her body took severe damage, but it wasn’t anything beyond repair. She wouldn’t be surprised if that wolf was in good shape, too; she was done underestimating him. It wouldn’t be long before she would stop her partner. A white mark on her vision indicated a head signature. He probably heard it, too. She crept around, circling around a tree with slow steps. It was definitely a person… a fire magi, given the intensity of the heat image. But… it was much too small to be her target. She shifted her eye back to standard vision. The iris rotated as it zoomed in. “Not him,” she whispered. “Hang on…” She brought her vision to a normal length and pulled her phone from her jacket’s inside pocket. Hm… access database… pictures… bounties… ah! She showed Oliver the screen that had the dragon’s face on it. The magi was far from them, and she doubted that Oliver could make her out clearly from this distance (or get a clean shot through the brush and branches). She grinned and put her phone away. “Lucky break, Oliver. This is the one who damn near killed Umbrage and Culan. Heh. Wish she finished ‘em.” She looked up at him. “Dead or alive on this one. Shall we?” Could she snipe the magi from this distance? Probably. Could Oliver find a spot to get a good shot? No doubt. But she knew he wouldn’t want to. It would be over too quick for him, and while she was all about getting a job done and over, Oliver… enjoyed taking his time. So she didn’t even bring up the idea; she simply began to creep forward through the trees, assuming he would follow, or maneuver around for a better position. This would end up being a mistake, as she stepped right into a snare as they were closing in on the dragon. It wouldn’t move Dullahan, or trap her, but what it did do was make a lot of goddamn noise, and draw a grunted “dammit” from the cyborg. Yeah. No way the magi didn’t hear that one. |
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Oct 28, 2016 3:46:24 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words: 610 [attr="class","gold"]places this down [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see Alright well, that left all of the productive things she'd intended on accomplishing done for the day. Always a nice feeling. Rifling through her mind for a sort of mental to-do list did not unearth anything else that needed doing and, taking these few moments to relax and watch the fading sunlight, Fiamma switched to thinking on her food stocks back at the cabin. Coming home with not a single catch was enough to make her consider what she had available but, honestly, it was a non issue right now. The fire magi was always careful about making sure she had enough excess to not be left hungry by just one bad hunt and there were always fruits to gather from the forest if things really got dire. An emergency fishing trip could also solve any shortage; not that Fiamma often liked to use the aquatic creatures for food. Too many scales to scrape off and too much fish stink to scrub from her hands.
All of this fixation on food was starting to prod her appetite to life (a day of trekking across the woods could work up a powerful one) and Fiamma dropped her gaze from the skyline when her stomach gave a low rumble. Yeah, dinner sounded pretty good right now. The scaled magi gave her heels a last clunk against the old wood of the tree stump before scooting herself off of her perch and, once her boot clad feet thumped onto the grass, she straightened up with the clear intention to start meandering her way back home. At least— until she heard the telltale snap of a snare being tripped.
...huh? Had some woodland creature already stumbled its way into one of her traps? The last one she'd set had been no more than twenty feet away— a short distance past the bushes and trees that lined one side of the clearing —and it really would have been a stroke of good fortune for Fiamma to land a catch so quickly, right before she'd been about to leave, no less. The fire magi's first thoughts were colored by pleasant surprise, but any happiness quickly soured when her ears caught the voice. Rabbits and deer did not speak (they certainly did not swear) which meant that it had been something else, something sapient and unknown, that had wandered into the snare. Fiamma turned around hastily and found that she could glimpse two indistinct figures standing just into the trees. Too close— they'd gotten way too close without her noticing.
This stealth alone tripped alarm bells in her head and she immediately went tense, trying to quickly consider her options while she had a moment to think. Fiamma's instinct whispered DANGER in her head like a mantra, but should she run? No— they were barely two miles from her cabin and a chase could very well lead these people right to her door. That couldn't happen. Stand her ground, then? She felt... too exposed out in this clearing, easily at risk of being shot from afar, and the mere fact that there were two strangers made her feel less confident about her odds in a fight. Just about any option left her feeling anxious, but Fiamma eventually decided upon retreating towards the treeline on the opposite side of the clearing where she could dive for cover if necessary.
Maybe she was overreacting, maybe these people hadn't even spotted her and would just pass on peacefully. Probably not. ❝Who's there?❞ The dark haired girl's voice emerged flat, more wary than anything else, and she subconsciously lifted a hand to lay over the bracelet that encircled her other wrist. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#222e8e 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#121b5e;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore]
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Post by Oliver Wynters on Oct 30, 2016 19:04:51 GMT
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the monster in your bed just give in and you won't be sorry
[attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"] The scaled magi gave her heels a last clunk against the old wood of the tree stump .... her boot clad feet thumped onto the grass ....Indeed, Oliver would hear the newcoming being before his partner saw her. Kalidas' blessings were worth their salt after all. The man would halt in his sass giving ways, face falling into its natural apathetic state. Tapping the woman's arm with a gentle back-handed rapping, Oliver would motion with his head in the direction the thump against a tree occurred in. As Dullahan asked him to hang on the man would unholster a gun in a silent smooth motion. Peering at the screen offered him Oliver's face couldn't help but brighten a bit. Dead or alive. The answer to Dullahan's question had already been answered before she even verbalized it. Oh, oh yes. There were few phrases in the Ethean language that were more beautiful than "dead or alive". It was one of those expressions that deserved their own Hallmark greeting card to brighten his day. A saying that, for all intents and purposes, he wished could be at least whispered to him on a daily basis. It meant nothing was off limits. All was allowed. There was no golden standard of bringing in this kid's severed head. Annnnd that's the way he liked it. "What do you think?" Oliver remarked back, a question for a question as his grin continued to grow. "Ladies first? Or am I taking out a leg?" Depending upon the answer Oliver would receive the man's actions would vary. Obviously. If Dullahan was wanting the honors he would motion gracefully with a hand, as if her were allowing her to enter through a doorway first. However, if he received the opposite information Oliver would shrug a shoulder. "More for me." Would be the casual response as he ducked down to .... tilt his head at something that caught his gaze. Oh, oh this was cute. Being a hunter for so many years had trained his eyes to be good at playing Where's Waldo with certain objects. This was a snare. A trap. Aww, was the magi trying to catch dinner? Playfully Oliver would set the trap off before walking around it easily. The only answer that the prey would receive for her flat inquiry would be a cocked gun barrel pointed in her direction. If Dullahan had nothing sassy to say, neither did he. With a simple squeezing of a finger a bullet would exit his weapon if her were left uninterrupted. The aimed for target would be the magi's left leg. OOC Thanks for the patience, guys. Xoxo. Obviously everything is open ended. Caroline Vorlan Fiamma Maritz @drew
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Post by Caroline Vorlan on Nov 2, 2016 19:28:07 GMT
Notes the benefits of sweet metal bodies
| 'TIL DEATH DO US PART, AND IT DID She cursed again at her oversight. Of course some forest-dweller would have traps set about like some sort of savage. This was why she preferred the urban environments. As expected, the magi was up and in cover the moment she heard the sound. So much for an easy takedown. “I’m saving my energy for the main objective,” she said. “You can have this one. Try not to get hurt on the appetizer, Wynters.” Only Oliver would pick up on Dullahan’s attempt at a playful tone; she wasn’t great at expressing anything other than statements, but she tried sometimes, and he could figure it out. She drew her own sidearm and shifted her left forearm into a shield. This magi wasn’t a threat to the two of them, but she was dangerous enough to take out two other hunters, and so some caution would have to be taken. With a quick crouch-walk, she knelt in front of Oliver, her back to him, providing the man with some cover; even one errant fireball could scald him, and she wanted him at his best to handle the main target. They often used this formation; she was, after all, bulletproof and a good shield for anything other than electricity. Oliver was dangerous, but unarmored, and she didn’t take chances with fire. What she wanted to do was keep her eyes out for any other tricks, and let Oliver concentrate on shooting the target. She kept an eye out for snares, or other magi in the area, or any other tricks this quarry was planning for them. She’d let him lead this one; if he wanted to move, she would follow; if he needed her to suppress or flank the magi, she’d be happy to do that, too. |
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Nov 5, 2016 21:23:02 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words: 581 [attr="class","gold"]step 1: blow shit up [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see No response? Yeah well... that didn't entirely surprise Fiamma, given the fact that a being who actively wanted to do her harm wouldn't just call out their presence once prompted. Hey it's just me! Hang tight; oh and I hope you don't mind parting with a few limbs when I get over there. The lack of response did clue the magi into the nature of these strangers, though, since some passing travelers or a friendly resident of Arecia would have said something by now. A "hello" maybe, something other than continuing to lurk in the shadows. This spiked her anxiety to new, impressive heights and Fiamma hovered uncertainly in place, eyeing the opposite side of the clearing for movement, before she began to edge further back behind the tree.
Maybe she should fully take cover— that train of thought was caught unceremoniously short as the whiz of bullet cut through the air and a searing pain made itself known to Fiamma. She'd been shifting sidelong when it was fired, but that movement had not been enough to prevent the shot from tearing through cloth to carve out a neat track of flesh from the side of her leg, at about mid-calf level. (Oh good, the scar from her last encounter with Hunters now had a twin.) Fucking HELL. The scaled magi bit back a shriek as her nerves went aflame with the sensation of it and she stumbled into a crouch behind the tree trunk to press her hand over the wound, hissing to herself.
So they were definitely not friendly. And they had guns. Great. Truth be told, Fiamma was feeling pretty fucked over at this point in time and it was only the distance between her and them that left her the time to consider her next move. Running was still not an option (even though she was feeling really tempted) especially now that she would be leaving a convenient blood trail, so the fire magi had to decide how to retaliate. Ducking out of cover to directly attack would almost definitely get her shot too... Gods she really hated guns. Okay okay— so what then? Fiamma needed to tip the situation more in her favor without having a bunch of holes blown through her, which was easier said than done, and right now the only way she could think of doing that was to try and flush her attackers out into the open. For that purpose, fire was a good asset.
Sucking in a deep breath to calm her racing heart, Fiamma willed herself to concentrate past the burn in her leg and lifted both hands (one's palm now slicked red) in preparation to give her magic some use. Claws raked against her flint bracelet and a flurry of sparks lit the shadows before fire was birthed in its place and, with the magi's guidance, swirled and swelled into a large ball of flame. A pause to steel her nerves, and she quickly leaned around the opposite side of her improvised shield to hurl the fireball across the clearing.The projectile bee-lined straight ahead and crashed into the earth just at the edge of the trees where it promptly exploded to shower sparks and fire out in every direction. She hated to go around setting fire to the forest, but in this case a little bit of pyromania would hopefully uproot her attackers. If she was lucky maybe they would just turn tail and run. ...one could hope, anyway. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#222e8e 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#121b5e;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore]
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Post by Oliver Wynters on Nov 13, 2016 0:06:37 GMT
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the monster in your bed just give in and you won't be sorry
[attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]Fire. Oliver wasn't a pyromaniac in the slightest. He could understand in theory why others were, assuming their excitement for flames rivaled his with blood. But the sight of fire caused a smirk to spread across his lips. Fire magi were among his favorite to deal with. They were usually so content in their fighting styles or, more accurately, lack there of. Why be efficient in hand to hand combat when you can keep danger at a distance with fire balls? He could see how the ability to throw equivalencies of grenades could create a sense of safety. An air of complacency. A wall that was absolutely a raw delight in shattering. The look on their faces, the fearful shock that instantly chilled their eyes. It was so sweet he could possibly obtain cavities from them. The moment he saw a single spark the man quickly unsheathed his Hunter Weapon. Oliver had known Dullahan for a long enough time. He had never been one to dig into another's personal business since he didn't wish his own to be looked into too deeply. For reasons. You know. But he had seen how his colleague's eyes got when fire was involved. It wasn't like it was an overly obvious facial twitch or something. But over the years he had grown to recognize it. Dulls wasn't a fan of the stuff. That was putting it simply and directly. With his trench knife threaded through his fingers and grasped onto strongly he held the knife in front of the two so any flames that might flicker their way would be dissipated. The force of the explosion however would not be. The hand that still held his preferred pistol wrapped around Dullahan's neck so that he wasn't knocked off his feet by the force if it proved that intense. He was just a human. His colleague was a cyborg and one that didn't budge easily. One of the few women in his life that he could comment on her weight and not be slapped. If the two proved to have faired well from the first attack Oliver would shoot a growing smile in the crouching magi's direction. Ohhh, Ms little Dead-Or-Alive was going to be a joy. "Take the right or keep up." Oliver tapped Dullahan's shoulder with his pistol before sprinting to the left with the goal of rounding around so magi's defensive measure was proven ineffective. He'd send off another bullet as a cover as when the trees allowed an opening to do so. Not so much to hit the target but to get her to stay behind her little makeshift shield. If fiery bullets were to make their way towards him he'd of course do his best to attempt dissolving their effectiveness with his Hunter trench knife that was tightly gripped in a fist. If he were to succeed in his long term goal Oliver would shoot off another bullet to "eliminate" another limb from the equation. He didn't want to kill the magi with a bullet. There was no fun with that. No no no. He wished to get up nice and personal to cut into the pretty little thing with the weapon crafted from a bone from one of her own people. OOC Oh my god, guys. I didn't even know I was up for this thread. I am so sorry for the wait. That won't happen again. Obviously everything is open ended. Caroline Vorlan Fiamma Maritz @drew
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 14:36:33 GMT
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It had been a while since he'd last tried to hunt in these trees. The forest was still one of the less populated areas in Ethea, because of the rumors that it was cursed or haunted. He attributed those rumors to the spirit activity he'd witnessed, and to the fact that Haven was hidden deep inside. He wouldn't put it past Elijah and the others to encourage that rumor, since it made people stay clear. Despite its dangers, he had returned with the hope of finding meat for the week. Lilith wouldn't be back home for a few days, but he needed to eat, and the money just wasn't there this week. He'd taken too much time off of work, trying to recover from the injuries of the battle that had left him with a hole in his back.
Thankfully, with Luca's help, Drew had made a full recovery. He had even resumed training with the sword over the last few days, and was pleased to find that he hadn't weakened much in the intervening time. Still, meat would help him continue that upward track, since the protein would help him build more muscle. Eating right was just as important of a factor to his training as the training itself, because it would help him keep up his energy, and help him put on more mass. He'd been tracking this particular herd of deer for almost two hours, but he'd stopped when there was a massive crash in the trees. From the sound and the scent of smoke, it wasn't far from where he was. Pausing to watch the herd race off, he weighed his options. Running toward the sound was likely to put him in the middle of more danger.
Then again, he'd promised Arithelia to defend those who couldn't defend themselves. He didn't know what was happening, but where there was fire, there tended to be the chance of someone getting hurt. He fought within himself for a moment before sighing and heading toward it.
The scents that he encountered were unexpected to say the least. The Cyborg. The one that was supposed to be dead. He had to choke down a growl at the thought. He wouldn't settle for cutting off her head this time around. This time, he would scatter her ashes, if he had to. His pace quickened, and he noted two more scents. One was human, and the other fire Magi. Female, if his nose was telling him right. Damn... She was under attack, and one of the combatants was the Cyborg. This was gonna be interesting, and not in a good way. Hopefully, the fire Magi could hold her own, because he didn't know that he could fight the Cyborg and another Hunter on his own.
More gunshots rang out as he got closer, and he saw the human taking aim just as Drew arrived. Lurching forward to get there in time, Drew pulled his blade from his back and deflected the bullet with the body of it, slamming the bullet into a nearby tree as he came to a stop between the much smaller Magi and the human. He stood there with his sword pointed at the enemy, smelling the fresh Magi blood scent that was coming from the girl.
"Are you okay?" he asked her, not turning his eyes from where he could see the Hunter in the trees.
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Post by Caroline Vorlan on Nov 14, 2016 18:43:46 GMT
Notes dully and drew: how the fuck are you alive
| 'TIL DEATH DO US PART, AND IT DID With her braced stance and heavy frame, the knockback from the explosion wasn’t enough to knock her down, even with Oliver grabbing onto her neck for support. Gods bless him for that weapon, though; the less fire she had to deal with, the better off she was. She had mentally steeled herself for it this time around, so hopefully she wouldn’t be succumbing to… whatever her mind does. “Going right,” she barked back at the tap on her shoulder. If Oliver wanted to keep moving, then it would be best to flank the magi. She worried less about him because of his weapon, but still he was only made of flesh. She popped right, bursting up from her crouching stance to make a shallow angle for a flank; no need to go super far; she could weather any fireballs tossed by the magi easily, and the distraction would help Oliver. And then came the familiar face. Huh, so he could talk. She scowled, irritated to see him doing well with his wounds. “Two for one, Wynters; that’s the objective.” She called out. Sorry Oliver, but you weren’t going to get your way this time; she knew firsthand how dangerous this one was, and she wasn’t going to toy with him so Oliver could bleed him dry later. He was closer to Oliver than her… Dammit, time to ease the pressure. Not long after he spoke to the other magi, she burst forward again, firing off some covering shots in the wolf’s direction. Even being such a practiced shot, it wasn’t a clear one through the woods, and she kept her shielded arm up, which made it awkward. But she was dashing towards the female magi, leaving Oliver to put his money where his mouth was with the main target. It wasn’t a subtle advance, either; speed was her goal, to close the gap quickly and hope her shield could absorb whatever fire the dragon tossed her way. She wanted to keep the combatants close; if Oliver needed her help, she could snap over, and vice-versa. |
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Nov 16, 2016 3:57:19 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words: 802 [attr="class","gold"]fiamma: aaaaaAAAA?? [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see The sound of the explosion ripping through the once peaceful air was satisfying in a way— an indication that Fiamma's magic was at least raring to go —but she had very little time for taking comfort in such things. None at all, actually. The fire magi's ears were strained for any sounds that would clue her into the strangers' movements and, sure enough, she tensed up all over again at the shuffle of footsteps. So she hadn't managed to blow them to smithereens with that one attack, and they hadn't taken the hint to back off, either. Somehow Fiamma was not at all surprised by this development. These people were intent on getting at her, she knew that much, and they seemed unfazed by a display of magic that would make any average Joe take off running.
Hunters, her brain helpfully supplied. Like it wasn't a given. Fiamma had to psyche herself up for a real fight, then, because who knew what sort of terrible tricks these two had up their sleeves to bring magi like her down.
The footsteps swelled in volume off to her left and this snapped the scaled magi's attention in said direction, cobalt eyes catching sight a clearer view of one of her attackers through the trees. Not as if the details of his appearance really mattered right now. Fiamma remained crouched low as she watched him draw nearer and a pressing heat swelled at the back of her throat— spark ready to light into flame —until an entirely new surprise only let her get as far as huffing out a startled puff of smoke. One moment she'd been watching the muzzle of a gun being aimed in her direction and the next? A hulking figure blocked off Fiamma's view entirely before she heard the crack of a bullet being deflected into a nearby tree trunk. ...what? She— she hadn't even noticed the presence of another person closing in (too focused on the two attackers) and now there was a tall man standing between her and the incoming Hunter.
Not just any man, though; a magi. Having his back to her made it rather easy for Fiamma to glimpse the tail and, armed with this new flurry of information, she floundered for a moment of two to wrap her head around it all. Pain still radiated from the fresh wound on her leg, but the limb was still fit to hold her weight and she was midway through straightening back up to stand when the man spoke. So he had come here with the intention to help. That... did improve her situation some, at least in terms of evening out the number of combatants on each side. Her mind was quick to whisper words of skepticism and doubt (why does he care? is there another motive? should he be trusted?) yet Fiamma shoved the thoughts away with equal haste. She didn't have time for questioning the one piece of good luck fate had seen fit to throw her way; she was still stuck between a rock and a royally hard place and it would take a fight to get out of here alive.
Fine, whatever, she could count this mystery magi an ally for the moment. ❝...fine. Leg grazed, but I can deal with that. They've got guns.❞ Fiamma replied with her own eyes likewise turned away in favor of tracking the new flicker of movement coming in from the right. She sincerely hoped that this guy could fend off the Hunter to her back, because she had the sense that trying to multitask would get her slaughtered. The fire magi breathed deep and spit a tongue of flame which promptly grew, swelling and darting toward a nearby bush to light it into a roaring blaze. A handy source of flame.
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Post by Oliver Wynters on Nov 23, 2016 3:32:54 GMT
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welcome to the Nightmare in my head
say hello to something scary
the monster in your bed just give in and you won't be sorry
[attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]The sharp sound of deflection. It was enough to craft a frown over his previously grinning lips. The tree standing five feet away from him shuddered under the thump of the bullet ramming into its trunk. Sliding to a stop as if he were a baseball player, Oliver's momentum eventually ceased to allow the man to rise with ease until he stood at seemingly relaxed position. "Who invited you?" The hunter would ask once the two magi apparently had their little exchange of words. In his peripheral he could see Dullahan barroling towards her objective. Two for one she called towards him. She was going to kill his chosen next past time who appeared just as surprised to see the newcomer as they were. "Fuck off, King Kong." Oliver retorted, bitter at this new situation. It appeared that if he didn't dispatch this new one or got the giant to run off Oliver was going to lose his fun time. Nothing would be left but a splattered pulp courtesy of Dullahan. He didn't want her to kill the little fire magi. He wanted to kill her. That was his kill. Raising his pistol he would shoot off two bullets expertly aimed at the giant man. The first would be aimed at the man's right shoulder. The second would be the man's right thigh. Neither lethal. It was too late to end that fiery domino effect between the pair of ladies. Once Dullahan set her mind to something it was wise to step aside. Unless you wanted to be smooshed. Oliver did not want to be smooshed. So the tall hulk would have to do. If either of the bullets would be deflected back towards him successfully the following would occur. Oliver's eyes sharply narrowed before slicing up his own blade, just in time to deflect the shot to the far left. Frozen in such a stance, with his trench knife still poised in between his eyes, a smirk would grow. "Ohhhhh." Oliver would say just in time for the two women's brawl to spark into flames behind the newcomer. If uninterrupted Oliver would lower into a defensive stance, knees bent bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. The hunter would face his opponent sideways to minimize the strike zones. "Ohhh, you're going to be fun." Pistol in one hand and his knife gripped in another, he would wait for the other to approach him. If the stranger took too long for his tastes Oliver would raise his pistol to shoot off another bullet, aiming with precision. OOC Caroline Vorlan Fiamma Maritz @drew
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 3:49:47 GMT
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Curse you and your pop culture references. You're confusing him.
Drew's full attention returned to the human hunter, and he lifted an eyebrow at the comment. King Kong? Who the hell was that? Did he look like royalty? Strange remarks aside, the human was reacting as if he had just seen his birthday party cancelled. There was a hungry look in his eye that Drew didn't particularly care for, one that he recognized. This wasn't a man who fought for survival, but a man who liked to cause pain. That made him a tick more predictable, if a little more on the crazy side than Drew was comfortable with, but then he'd never had very good luck in choosing his opponents. He would leave the Cyborg to the smaller fire Magi for now, since she seemed eager to start that battle.
The man lifted his pistol again, and Drew lifted his sword into defensive position as he gauged the direction of the shot based on the angle of the man's arm. The shot aiming for his leg bounced off the blade of the sword as Drew turned his shoulder sideways to avoid the other. He was too tall for the bullet to accidentally hit the girl when someone was aiming for his shoulder, so he didn't worry about her just yet. He was a bit more concerned about the noise of the gunshot and how it made it a lot harder for him to hear over the ringing in his ears. Some hunters had special devices to minimize the sounds of gunshots, but Drew wasn't quite that well funded or equipped. He'd just have to deal with it.
There was no mistaking the joy in the man's face as he realized that Drew was going to be more of a challenge than he'd apparently anticipated. Drew was going to have to take the fight to the man, it seemed, if he was going to be of much help to the girl. Shifting his back foot subtly, he sprang at his opponent, first aiming to stab at his core. He wasn't expecting such an obvious strike to connect, even if his speed would probably take the man off guard, but he used the stab to disguise an attack that took longer but hit harder. Putting his weight and momentum into a slash, he used his closer vantage point to slice at the man's side.
In the tight tree cover, he would have to be careful with his strikes, but at least if he kept on the offensive, the man would have a hard time getting a good shot with that pistol. By Arithelia, Drew despised guns, but at least they were pretty predictable. The major disadvantage of a gun was that it could only fire in a straight line, and an accurate shot required a fairly straight arm to account for recoil. That meant that it wasn't very effective in close quarters like these, especially with Drew pressing at him.
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Post by Caroline Vorlan on Nov 25, 2016 21:44:44 GMT
Notes enjoy your broken toe
| 'TIL DEATH DO US PART, AND IT DID Dullahan ducked her head behind her shield as the wall of flames roared over her; she took it head on, knowing the damage would be minimal. Her internals remained cool and functional, and the pain was muted, as were all sensations on her false skin. Still, she grit her teeth at the burst of pain. She could feel the flesh crawling under the heat. She expected fire for this hunt, but she hated the way it made her skin crawl. Just like 8 years ago… it was like the flames crept up her body, slowly consuming her skin. She pushed the thoughts out of her head; right now, all it did was piss her off. As soon as the flames passed, she willed her shield to fold back down into her forearm. She was going to try and end this fast. When she was close to the magi, she planted her feet and prepared to launch her body into a haymaker swing. The magi’s kick did nothing to move her grounded (and heavy steel) leg. She followed through, directing her punch at the magi’s chest; if she could break a rib or something, it would be easy to follow through later. Unfortunately this exchange did leave her open to the Magi’s attack on her ribs. The force hit like a hammer and with her body already full committed to the swing, it wasn’t hard to stagger her back and away. She managed to stay upright by backing into a nearby tree. Diagnostics silently triggered in her head; her chassis was durable, but made to stop bullets, not explosive force. If the girl managed to avoid the punch fully and stay on her, she would gladly trade hit-for-hit; most fighters expected you to block, but that wasn’t what her fighting style was about. But if her punch had hit and put distance between them, she would fire off a pair of shots at the larger Wolf; fighting fair was for boxers, not life-or-death situations. She doubted she’d hit through the brush and movement, but it may draw his attention. After that, she’d holster her gun and prepare once more to fight her female foe. |
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Post by Fiamma Maritz on Dec 28, 2016 21:50:04 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words: 534 [attr="class","gold"]a month later. ;; I'm so sorry it took me this long but HERE [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see Confusion burbled bright and chaotic through Fiamma's brain as she watched her opponent shrug off the wall of flames as a duck would with water off its feathers— trying to make sense of it, figure out how —but she was rather unceremoniously introduced to her answer when the kick connected. Pain crackled up the fire magi's nerve endings and she swore she could hear the crunch of some little, fragile bone(s) in her foot. That would happen when you jammed your toes up against steel.
Ah, a cyborg, suddenly the scent and flame resistance all made sense. Fantastic. It would probably be incorrect to say that the dark haired magi had never met one before (given that they could camouflage extremely well), yet she'd certainly never fought one. Fiamma had only heard rumors of the armor and cybernetics humans could have themselves fitted with these days, terrifyingly effective at warding off the heat of fire and the chill of ice, and now she was having quite the crash course on what some metal plating could do. Speaking of which— back in the here and now she was trying her best to choke back the shriek forming on her tongue as agony clamped down over her foot in a vice. Fuck that really hurt.
On the upside, it was the pain itself that had her stumble, off balance, and helpfully caused her catch the punch for her chest in the shoulder instead. Still a blow, but rather than leaving her with cracked ribs and some other broken bits Fiamma would probably only take an ugly bruise; make that two as she promptly crashed back onto her tailbone on the grass. The third portion of her attack also seemed to have hit and that left a precious few feet between the two combatants, enough for the fire magi to drag herself up to a crouch and catch the shots being aimed at her "ally". Whether she knew the other magi or not, it still kindled a spark of indignant fury in her chest to see that backhanded attack and Fiamma loosed a low snarl. Both out of anger and frustrated pain.
Going at this woman again with physical blows would be an awful idea so (despite the cyborg's apparent immunity) Fiamma fell back onto her magic again. Ash from the already flaming shrubbery skittered across the ground and when the magi snapped her hand upwards it flew forward— the intent both to fling at her foe's eyes and blind her as well as create a cover of smokey particles suspended in the air. Fiamma wasn't too keen on being in plain sight when there were guns involved, but she also hoped it would make it harder to dodge when she started throwing fireballs. There was no real strategy or finesse to it as she urged the already existing flames higher and called them to lick between her fingers with each forming projectile, each rigged to explode on impact. She just wanted to keep the cyborg back while she tried to wall her mind off from the pain (it wasn't working very well) and strain some of her attention towards what was going on with the others. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#222e8e 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#121b5e;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore]
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