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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2017 23:53:12 GMT
spirit sighting
*hiss* ➼ antagonistic roll ➼ rolled on mm/dd/2017 ➼ 382 words | Focused as the Spirit was on trying to blow the human off the side of the hill, it didn't realize that the Magi was moving until it felt magic perforate the Spiritual realm from somewhere behind. It wasn't until it felt pain surge through its shoulder that it realized that the fire had burned it, and badly. Turning in place to look at where the wind was carrying the flames, it finally spotted the Magi that had somehow escaped the lightning that the Spirit had sent to end her. The use of magic had made her more visible, but its movement was hampered by the burn across its shoulder and upper back. Instead of springing like it would have otherwise, it used the wind to carry itself to a nearby rooftop.
It was surprising that the Magi's magic had managed to hurt it, but the Spirit hadn't survived this long by being quite so easy to kill. It would recover function before long. Turning its attention to avenging the injury, the Spirit sent a powerful whirlwind toward the Magi. It wasn't as fast moving as the lightning, but the attack picked up shards of the broken houses as it moved across the ground, tearing through the dry grass and dirt. In the human plane, it probably looked like a dust-devil, or a miniature tornado, but from the Spirit's perspective, it was nothing but a whirlwind of magical power.
The human was driven from the Spirit's mind, considering that she hadn't done that kind of damage to the Spirit. Curse the goddess and her children, the ones that now were taking the heat that Kalidas had once sent toward the Spirits. The Spirit had never hoped more that the Hunters would succeed in sending them all to Tatara, but it was more than willing to help send this particular one on its way. How dare she singe the Spirit's beautiful fur? How dare she. Its ire was obvious in the roaring wind and the blasts of lightning that were setting small fires that were quickly extinguished by the wind.
The noise was far beyond any human ability to make sense of it, with the roar of the whirlwind and the wind accented by the crashes of thunder that continued to shake the earth.
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Post by Taran on Feb 17, 2017 23:52:17 GMT
There's FIRE Dancing in my veins tonight, do you see it in my eyes tonight? She was using her flame propulsion too often probably. But how else was she supposed to dodge lightning? She noticed the cat had been hit and she nearly fist pumped, but she wasn't out of the woods yet. Taran still needed to serve as a distraction for Hadiyya. And the cat was angrier than before, creating a whirlwind. Taran watched as it picked up debris. She was going to be hit by at least some of that, even with her flame propulsion. She used the flames to pick up speed, but still got hit on her side with a board it had picked up.
Taran grunted with pain. That was gonna bruise like a mother, she figured. A bit of glass had hit her arm too. She winced and picked it out as best she could. She sure as hell hoped Hadiyya was doing better. Fortunately the cut from the glass wasn't serious. And hey, she had to give herself some credit for avoiding the brunt of that, and singeing the cat spirit.
"Bloody hell." She still didn't know where the cat was. There was a wind now, but the question was if she would have to burn the whole village to achieve the result she was looking for. Was the cat still here, or in another realm? That was the real question. She had no idea what spirits could achieve. Smokescreen was a possibility to show where the spirit was, but its chances of becoming a bigger fire was possible with the wind as well.
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Post by Hadiyya Nejem on Feb 19, 2017 23:56:03 GMT
► Hopefully this knife's enchanted to take 9 lives at once ◄
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»Write write write write... and breathe. Once she set the delay rune to a trigger word, she looked the double-sided page over. Gods willing one of her ridiculous plans would actually work. If not, well, there were enough runes in here to level the surrounding jungle, and hopefully the cat would be unlucky enough to zip into one.
She had no idea if Taran was alive or dead out there, though the deafening bolts of thunder that left her ears ringing were actually a good sign. Unfortunately the wind was howling like an old dust storm. She couldn't stay in this shack forever, because... She ducked her head down and flinched as the roof and some of the bamboo rods forming the walls took off in the wind. Okay!
“Ay, any deity watching? If you could give me some luck, I'd appreciate it,” she mumbled to herself as she tore the page from the journal. She got up from prone to one knee and held an arm up to shield herself from the wind. Her hair and labcoat fluttered and pulled as if they were desperate to be free from Diya. The piece of paper fluttered the hardest in her hand, and she closed her eyes. No use waiting, yeah?
“Fakhkh! Raja'!” She yelled as she let the rune flutter in the wind. Two things would (hopefully) happen. The original side was like the first snare to grab the cat- a greater pull rune with the instructions to pull spirits. The part she improvised on the back? Also a greater pull rune, but set to focus on knives. She also focused her best on that particular magic knife when writing the rune, and now. Best case scenario? They'd be pulled together, and Diya could enjoy a nice cat kabob, skewered on a knife and cooked by Taran for good measure. Worst case? Well. Anything but the best case, really.
There was a lot of debris whipping around. The rune was powerful enough to pull them both straight towards it, despite the wind (hopefully. In her experience, pull and push runes were more dangerous than grenades). And hopefully, too, the cat wouldn't be able to spot which paper it was flying towards amid its little whirlwind. She hunched down by the slightly raised foundation of the quickly-depleting structure she was hiding in moments ago.
If the wind got much stronger, they'd be out of hope. She clutched her journal to her chest, so the wind would not take it. It was hard to keep stable with the assault on her senses; the wind and lightning's flashes assaulted her eyes, and the sound from both was deafening, too. Add the sharp wind slapping her skin and stealing her breath... For the first time since she was a girl growing up in a shanty-town on the Surajan coast, Hadiyya Nejem felt... frightened. It was all beginning to feel hopeless. She grit her teeth and watched for the result of her work.
She wasn't going to roll over and die, no matter what. She wasn't going to quit. For once in her life, she had a future and friends to look forward to seeing, people who she could help, something to prove, and some fucking cat wasn't going to take that from her now.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 20:57:50 GMT
spirit sighting
*hiss* ➼ antagonistic roll ➼ rolled on mm/dd/2017 ➼ 454 words | Absorbed as the Spirit was with watching to see if her whirlwind hit the Magi, it didn't pay much attention to the human that it could only vaguely see. Instead, it encouraged the whirlwind, increasing the speed of the winds that circulated inside, and it was gratified to see the Magi clipped by the edge of it, even if it managed to avoid the majority of the blow. She was using magic again, the disgusting waste of Arithelia's time. Its eyes glowed brighter, enough to be visible in the mortal plane as it turned the whirlwind around and sent it surging back toward the Magi.
The attack might have worked, but it was at that moment that her wind sucked a lonely piece of paper up into the air, and a shouted word (or set of words, the Spirit was unsure) joined the cacophony of noise. Its magic lessened as the Spirit once again flew through the air, toward the sheet of paper that was fluttering through the air on a vestigial wind current. A furious yowl escaped the Spirit's mouth, with lightning shooting in every direction from its center. But however the Spirit fought against the force, it couldn't escape the pull of the magic.
Upon the pedestal, the knife slid from its place as if it had been waiting with a mind of its own, wanting to respond to the mortal's call. It streaked through the air toward the rune, and the Spirit saw it coming in the single fraction of a second before it arrived. No... It was Beagalltach, the artifact that had been lost in the Olden Age. How had it ended up here on this gods-forsaken hilltop? The red, stone hilt flowed into a black blade that was jagged and uneven, and yet remained remarkably sharp. It had been called "the little fury" for a reason. It had been the weapon of a Spirit hunter, in the days of the War.
The Spirit shrieked, watching it approach, but could do nothing as the point stabbed through the sheet of paper and into the Spirit's side. As if an enchantment had been broken, the wind fell away, and the objects flying through the air fell to the ground with pathetic finality. The glowing white eyes of the Spirit dimmed as it landed in the earth, staining the brown earth with its blood. Static danced along its fur for a couple of moments, and the Spirit went still, fading away like fog before the dawn. In the earth, all that remained was the blood-stained dagger, the piece of paper, and a small silver medallion with a black lightning bolt drawn across its worn surface.
The clouds faded away, leaving nothing but stars watching the devastated village.
((Congratulations, the Spirit is dead. You may either keep Beagalltach, or exchange it for one event point. Please post once more to close.
Also, upon touching the artifact, you will receive these abilities for as long as you are touching the artifact.
Spirit Sense - You have been gifted with senses that far exceed that of your fellow mortals. Through rigorous training you have succeeded in learning to hone your senses to a razors edge, granting you a sort of “sixth sense” that allows you to sense nearby spirits as well as gauge their general location.
Melee I - Can accomplish fundamental and basic feats with melee weapons, specifically knives. The artifact has told you how to wield it at the beginner level.))
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Post by Taran on Feb 27, 2017 11:07:47 GMT
There's FIRE Dancing in my veins tonight, do you see it in my eyes tonight? She watched a well laid trap by Hadiyya work and kill the spirit. Or, rather, she didn't quite see it, but she heard the shriek of the spirit. Then when she made her way closer, all she saw was a medallion and a dagger. She picked them up and looked at them, curiousity making her tail free itself and wag a bit. She realized she was in front of a human, but that was the thing with Taran. She knew not all humans were like-minded about magi. And they had just worked together to take this spirit down.
"It's up to you but if you don't mind I'd like to take the dagger. I might be able to use it at some point." That and it was a gorgeous piece of craftsmanship. That was a definite thing, looking at it. How long had it stayed in its hiding place, waiting for someone new to take it in their hands.
"Good plan with the trap. I'm glad I was distracting the cat enough." She'd done her best. The cat hadn't seemed to like her flames. Taran hmmed to herself before speaking again.
"I do wonder what made the spirit snap so that it hurt people. I guess we won't really ever know now. At least this area's much safer for people. That's a victory, I'd say." She smiled at her partner. While it had been a hair raising experience to say the least, meeting someone new who wasn't a magi had been illuminating. Someone from the Runic College meeting someone from the Magi Training School. Two schools, that were oh so different.
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Post by Hadiyya Nejem on Feb 27, 2017 17:41:00 GMT
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»Diya waited with baited breath as the two objects collided with a screech. As soon as they connected and she felt the wind die down with the spirit’s disappearance, she spiked her journal on the ground and shot her hands up over her head!
“Woo! Aw yeah, take that, kitty kitty!” With her arms up in victory, she swung her hips around with the expertise of a bellydancer, wooing and going “aw yeah! Suck iiiiit! Who’s ya momma, bitch?!” Either the spirit’s remains or whatever gods were watching did not seem to enjoy Diya’s little touchdown celebration; a falling piece of debris came down and conked her on the head during her little wooping dance. She stumbled forward and rubbed her head. Two head injuries in one day! Well, it could have been much worse.
She picked up her journal and walked over to the site of the spirit’s demise. Taran was already inspecting the objects, and wagging like a puppy doing so. She cracked a grin. “Good job with it, too, yeah? Sorry to put you in its crosshairs, but glad you made it in one piece. You did a good job.”
She regarded the spoils with a scientific eye, humming all the while. “Yeah, sure, you did the dangerous bit, go ahead; I’ll snag that medallion as a bit of a trophy, ay? First let me snap some pictures of it all; I’ll have a hell of a report to fill out when I get back.”
She took a ton of pictures; the scenery, the arch, the dagger, the medallion… everything in the area now, from all possible angles. “It’s pretty strange, yeah? Violent spirits and magic weapons appearing out of nowhere; can’t all be a coincidence.” She barked a laugh at her last point. “If anyone was left alive here, they’d be safe, sure. Ah, well if anyone else wants to move in here, you have a point, yeah?” She sighed. She knew it would be bad, but still, with all the bodies around and the debris scattered everywhere? It was… pretty devastating. What if it had happened in her hometown? Would her mothers have died, too? Her heart sank just considering it.
“Well, guess we can grab our payments, yeah?” She said, trying to lighten her mood. “Good working with you, Taran; I’m going to hang around here and write some notes while it’s all fresh in my mind, ay? If you’re ever in Felici, look me up.”
With a handshake and a pat on the upper arm, Diya said her goodbyes to Taran, and stayed in the town to write down everything she could remember, and everything she saw. Only much later would she return to take a boat to the mainland, opting for the first vessel going to Suraja instead of Ethea. It was time to visit home.
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