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  1. Fallen Joy

    Cheerie Pidal Blossom

    Music On. World Off "Put headphones on your heart, and then turn the volume up. Let the rhythm throb in time with the pumping of your blood." ~Leeni -Headphones on Your Heart. Basics Name: Cheerie Pidal Blossom Age: 25-Years-Old Race: Human Class: Unknown Occupation: Andelusia Law Enforcement Trainee/Intern Specialty: Interrogation and Forensics Alignment: Neutral Good. Appearance Attire: Professional Wear: - Pink collared button shirts and ties. -Dark toned skirt with leggings or tights. -Large headphones with carmine rotating muffs -Carmine lens with technology infused glass lens Hair: Thigh length. Pale Pink. Straight. Adorned with barrettes and ribbons. Eyes: Rose Pink. Height: 5’6” Weight: 128lbs Body Type: Slender/Petite Personality To be determined through threads. Equipment Wireless Headphones: Cheerie’s headphones are always upon her ears. She rotates the muffs frequently when engaged in conversation, allowing her to interpret what she hears differently. The exact change of function is unknown. Tech Glasses: Primarily data storage, criminal profiles, and facial/material scanning technology. Law Enforcement Badge 8-inch dagger and sheath. Licensed Pink-coated pocket pistol with 6 bullets. Skills & Magic Unknown if Cheerie possesses true arcane ability. Her voice appears to have an influential effect. She seems capable of reading emotions almost empathically. It has been questioned whether she can read thoughts. Self Likes: Music, empty rooms, the color pink, and puzzles. Dislikes: Crowds and lengthy conversations. Mother: Deceased Father: Unknown. Siblings: None. Significant Other: None. Marital Status: Single. Sexuality: Unknown. History To be determined. Accreditations: Picture Credit Per Art Signature.
  2. Fallen Joy

    There's Something Strange Going on in Andelusia

    Cool beans. None of my current PCs are suitable for this so I’ll make a new character. Someone simple that I’ll develop in the thread. I’ll give you an outline when I have one.
  3. Fallen Joy

    There's Something Strange Going on in Andelusia

    I haven’t done a true mystery roleplay for long time. Why not? If you’re cool with it, I’ll join.
  4. Contraire to popular belief, Little Red had no intention of murdering the skabbit. Though her pinpoint fangs bore a ravenous glint and her tiny paws ominously kneaded against her prey’s heart, those dilated pupils held no mal-intent. Behind her, nothing fell to the earth and broke its hip—as the old man was instead running throughout the forest after other skabbits. Perhaps she never pounced an older gentleman at all; maybe it was a funny shaped tree with excessive gnarls and wrinkles. All’s well, what happened next, the purpose of her journey throughout this estranged land, was best done in without interruption. The feline’s furry face drew intimately close to the skabbit's, whiskers twitching sensitively as they kissed the thready ends of the squirming animal. She began to purr low and melodically, breath progressively synced with her victim. Just as her wide black optics wholly consumed the skabbit's aghast contortion, an amber light ignited and illuminated her gaze. The skabbit ceased its fight. As if hypnotized by the arcane beauty, the creature's laid there passively before its own eyes were possessed by golden light. A subtle zephyr churned gradually around the two, glissading through their fur with an aesthetic intensity of abated time. From the view of the encampment and beyond the dense shadows of the trees, there was a sudden and brief flash of golden light. Then there was not one, but two skabbits in the wood. The simulacrum flaunted a sleeker vestal coat of snow and two sapphire hues that shimmered like precious stones. Little Red released the skabbit, resting back on her furry hindquarters. The skabbit sat up with a newfound curiosity to its demeanor; the two stared at each other, twitched their pink noses, and canted their plush heads. After a moment, the skabbit hopped off into the distant bushes. Little Red took a moment to sniff at her paws, rub her ears, and even rolled a bit in the foliage. The smell of half nibbled carrots was suddenly tantalizingly sweet to her palate. Excitement filled her to the brim. This is…awesome! Still on her back, she digs three of her paws into the earth and like a dreaming canine runs against the air. Her body does donuts in the dust, tarnishing her white coat whilst she wails in ecstatic screeches. She scrambles to her feet and leaps up trees, barrels through bushes, and weaves through the root-made tunnels of the gargantuan trees. The extra pair of paws are unfamiliar; so like a puppy, she trips over own feet and tumbles clumsily through the wood. By the time she returns to camp, her fur is a pale tan and adorned with twigs, leaves, and other forest debris. Ah…what I miss? ------------ Little Red spent the rest of the evening as a skabbit, allowing the transformation to imprint and her body to bathe in the invigorating new sensations and instincts this spirit offered. The staff quickly learned she was not to be trifled with for meals or foolish antics; a few miniature bite marks and red paw prints to the face saw to that. Eventually, Little Red became dozing snowball in the trough of a tree gnarl. She was crimson-cloaked once more when they began their adventure the next morning. “The jungle is for me!” “For me!” “It’s for you, it’s for me! It’s for us living things.” “Living thiiiiiings!” Being in such a fantastic mood after last night’s success, Little Red was actually adding background choruses and echoes to Jikol's singing. Her high childlike voice was actually quite charmingly cadent, with a puppy howling tune that bounded between the boughs of greenery. She frolicked like her fairytale counterpart through the understory, pirouetting and gallivanting. Her flashy cloak quavered around her like flags of the color guard. Every so often she’d take a pause to sniff new flora, enamored by the array of aromas and bouquets. She’d also take moments to transform into her skabbit form and bark-strip a tree. It would prove useful in finding their way. Why a skabbit? Because she was a child playing with her new toy. “It’s for you, it's for me! It's for us living—OH MY GOSH I HIT A SNAIL” “A snaaaaaaaaail-Oh wait.” Little Red paused, stood there, and blinked several times as she observed the good doctor crumble over with a broken back to mourn the deceased little slimy bug. She canted her head awkwardly while scratching the back of her hood, seeming to ponder a moment before walking to him. It was the first time she'd interact with Jikol since their journey. Up to this point, she was hesitant to contribute to the crowd already occupying his mind. “Chin up, pip-pip,” she said with a tiny hand patting his shoulder. “You’re about to feed about a thousand other little critters! Well…minus the three ants, two spiders, and worm. They’re also food you've provided.” And with that child blunted remark, be it truth or play, she skipped passed him and continued the song in his stead. “The jungle is for me! The jungle is for me! It’s for you, it’s for me, it’s for all the smushed-erm living things!”
  5. Fallen Joy

    Act, and Witches will act.

    The magic would be available to Namiko when she needed it; it would be up to her to determine how and when to utilize it. Upon Namiko's word, the four moved out. Tana grasped the Matriarch once more underneath the thighs, sweeping her off into a run after Namiko. Kana following beside her. Under the guidance of Namiko's purification, they rushed intrepidly throughout the town. The Matriarch resigned herself to her sister's magic, trusting it to wash its effects from the town and protect them like the wings of a guardian angel. If fate was on their side, the town would be cleansed with their thread. As expected though, the poisonous mist congealed as they grew closer to the cabin. The frigid rain was like tears of Death, staining black upon the Matriarch's cheeks and filling her body with dread. The ebony vortex within the skies churned with greater ferocity, generating an ominous zephyr that imprisoned the clouds into an obscuring smog. The buildings thinned and the paved road crumbled and faded away into ashen and bespattered dirt. Then the town just ended, leaving an open field of dead landscape cascaded by the infestation of miasma. The suffering skies bled crimson hues through wounds of capricious lightning. The twin orcs abruptly stopped at the sight, muscles tensing and hesitating. The silhouette of the cabin meekly formed against a slight carmine glow pouring down upon it. Surrounding it, the seven rouged figurines were even more elusive. Their uncomprehensive whispering amplified in the gusts and turned into screaming echoes across their ears. As the fountain water dared to cross the threshold between the town and this wasteland, it was met with an instant force. As if an invisible barrier lined the field, the liquid collided and ceased, instead spreading along the rim of the dead earth. It was like when her waters battled the dark force from the inn assailants. Her purity and their evil fought to penetrate the other with its influence. Then as if responding to the threat, the miasma in the sky elongated like a snake and rushed towards the fluorescent threat, attempting to mask them both in its darkness. Tana and Kana responded before the Matriarch could grasp the situation. The witch's vision was very much hazed by the darkness and she couldn't distinguish specifics of magic like usual. It made her very, very blind. Tana sprung away with the witch in her hands to the far left. The amount of force needed to evade the gigantic wave of smoke made her tumble the landing, her ankle collapsing to the side. She released the Matriarch as she rolled violent against the ground. The Matriarch grunted a stolen breath as she too crumbled away from Tana in a momentum driven trundle. Coughing dust form her face, she sat up to her thighs with a quick recovery. The miasma had successfully created a wall between herself and Namiko, snuffing out the light she used to locate her sister. The white witch did not know whether Namiko was consumed by it, or dodged in the opposite direction. "Sister?!" She rushed to her legs, Tana quickly beside her. "Kana is with her, she seems okay." The orc said. Once more the crimson eyes of the orcs seemed to prevail in the situation. Feeling a wave of relief, the Matriarch looked back towards the cabin. A speck of crimson light illuminated there even through her unique and hindered vision. "Tana what is going on over there?" Tana turned her eyes towards the cabin, focusing for a moment before answering. "The rouged elves we fought earlier are around the cabin. Their hands on raised towards the amulet. It's floating above the cabin." The Matriarch narrowed her eyes, stepping closer to the cabin. It was nearly futile, until she managed to make out slight shifts of magic. Ebony streams were leaking from the cabin and the surrounding earth, flowing into the amulet's jewel. It was absorbing power from the atmosphere itself. "This place..." she growled out. The physician said something dark had happened here in the past. In addition, the lackluster life in the dirt told her that whatever it was, it must have been so iniquitous that it imprinted a venomous aura into the land. A place where plants refused to grow and humans refused to tread. The summoners must have been harnessing this energy as a way to further empower the amulet. The way that vortex strengthened over cabin, it must have been channeling the gathered energy as well. The beast scraping its claws hungrily against the lock of its cage. They had to stop the summoning from completing. "The mist is surrounding us," Tana suddenly said. The Matriarch looked around them. It was true. Like how the waters were surrounding the dead earth in attempt to reach it, the miasma was reflecting its route. They needed Namiko's magic to reach the ground. Its horrid and esoteric past was helping to fuel the summoning. Perhaps if they killed the summoners, they could break the barrier. "Namiko!" she yelled. With the miasma was traveling around the rim of the land, the mist between them was thinning. She thought she saw a speck of her sister's light. "Sister, we must reach the summoning circle before it is too late!" Suddenly a great roar pierced the air. The Matriarch startled, her most recent premonition flashing across her eyes. Dropping from the skies was a huge creature. It landed with great force, crumbling the brittle surface into a small crater and scattering the rest of the miasma from between the sisters. The creature brought itself up from the crouched landing, flaunting its 8-foot height and brandishing a small tree sized battle-ax and cleaver blade within its hands. Yellow tusks as great as a prehistoric talons opened and roared out vibrations adorned with spit. His crimson eyes pulsated with black veins, and his tear ducts leaked with ink. It was the Matriarch's Bodyguard. He stood between the witches, an insane animosity cascaded over his demeanor and hefty breaths tightening his nude pectorals. The Bodyguard turned his head left at the Matriarch and Tana, and then at the Kana and Namiko. There was no recognition within his eyes. Tana immediately placed herself in front of the Matriarch, drawing her spear. Where ever Namiko was, Kana did the same with an arrow loaded against her bow. The orcs knew they were in trouble, for the Bodyguard was the most powerful orc of their clan and now he was an enemy.
  6. Fallen Joy

    Act, and Witches will act.

    The Matriarch silently listened to Namiko’s plan, imbibing the information and allowing it to churn with her existing thoughts. When her sister finished, the Matriarch only closed her eyes. Like in the hotel room, she focused her senses through the darkness to locate the source. It seemed an impossible task a moment ago. Like finding a shadow in an aphotic room, the haze of iniquity was clouding its source. However, the provided guidance from the old man and clarity from the fountain gave her a path of focus. She extended her feelers through to the north, allowing her Third Eye to peak a glint at the threads of possibility. A great beast descends from the skies in a fury of insanity. Crimson eyes glow with tears of back. Anger and murderous intent roar from tusked fangs. It barrels over them when with a battle ax the size of a small tree, muscles rippling with pulsating veins. Its entire body consumes them with the terrible smell of brimstone and coal...Her body lays broken, blood spilling from her skull, cast against the bowed torso of a broken tree... The Matriarch slowly opened her eyes, deciphering the premonition with a heavy heart, and accepting the very real possibility of what awaited them in the North. She said nothing to Namiko. She only exhaled and nodded with resolved agreement. This was the way it had to be. "I'm with you, Sister." The increasing danger rose her adrenaline like a dagger pressing into her throat, but she visually remained calm and immune to apprehension. She had to stay strong, despite the battle she foresaw. “We will travel to this cabin, purifying as much as we can on the way. It is likely the closer we get to the source, the greater the resistance to the purification there will be. We will have to defeat these rouged elves to completely cleanse it.” The Matriarch knelt down, brushing her hand against the herbal leaves; her fingers were so pearl and pale that they practically reflected the shifting colors of the magic. She plucked several of the herbs and stood. “But we must protect ourselves from being possessed. This may combat any corruption while it is in our systems.” She offered Namiko a herb and then turned to the orcs. “Tana. Kana. Eat one of these.” They immediately grunted in protest. “We don’t eat plants, only meat.” “Looks disgusting.” The Matriarch merely narrowed her eyes. Obliged by their enslaved souls, the orcs could only sneer at the witch as they both took a herb and chewed disgruntled like a child with a bowl of vegetables. They gagged and shook their heads in disapproval but swallowed obediently. Though the orcs were particularly resilient and somewhat protected from betrayal by their arcane chains of servitude, the witches couldn’t afford them becoming enemies. Tana and Kana were too formidable to risk possession. Satisfied, the white witch held out herbs to the children and old man. “Take these. The fountain may no longer be able to protect you.” They took them gratefully with voices of thanks. The Matriarch slipped the last herb into her carmine lips, chewing it gradually. It was bitter like a raw plant but held a certain sweetness that washed through her body. She suddenly felt invigorated and fresh, like mediating under the brisk virgin waterfalls of the spring. The sensation melted down her body, cleansing whatever toxins she absorbed from their journey and rooted into the earth at her feet. “Okay…We travel north to make our stand against this terror.” They took some precious moments to prepare. Kana fashioned new bone arrowheads from forgotten corpses and Tana sharpened her spear. The physician gathered leftover supplies from the clinic and with a few droplets of spring water, the Matriarch fashioned a total of three healing tonics. The tonics couldn’t do much against instantly fatal wounds but could slow lethal bleeding or make a broken ankle less painful. She provided one for Namiko, herself, and between the twin orcs. As time passed, perhaps only half of an hour, the dark clouds to the north began to swirl in a torrid vortex. The clouds began to collapse upon themselves as if slowly conjuring something into reality. The wind picked up, deathly cold and filled with howling sounds. A flash a cerulean lightning manifested in the distance, followed by booming thunder. Slowly droplets started to fall from the skies, ice upon the skin. It appeared whatever was happening in the north began precipitating a storm. They could wait no longer. The Matriarch turned to Namiko. “Sister, reach into yourself and feel the Coven’s Soul. Draw upon the energy that binds your magic into mine. Though I am wary, I will offer all that I can.” She closed her eyes and focused. From her body came lightning that churned and crackled around her. Her raven hair grasped the energy and flailed in unison. Namiko would feel the potential building deep within her own body as if she were the very one conjuring it. She had accessed the power as if it were her own. She needed not permission to harness it, but only the desire to use it. Through the roadways of the sisterhood, The Matriarch offered her energy. “Do with it as you desire, Namiko and lead us. We shall follow you.” Tana and Kana stood nearby, awaiting for Namiko to lead them into battle.
  7. Fallen Joy

    Act, and Witches will act.

    "It is a mystery to me too, Sister," the Matriarch said as she allowed herself to be guided to the window's edge. "It appears the enemy has found a way to become more formidable. I worry for the status of the clinic and the amulet. We must find a way to get there as soon as possible. Without delay." The Matriarch paused, turning her gaze at her Sister. Her porcelain face contorted slightly; as if through the complex spindles of her vision, she read Naimko's internal tribulations. She glanced back into the room, at the magnitude of dead bodies, and then placed a hand on her sister's shoulder. When she spoke, her voice was soft and full of understanding. "We will save this town, Sister. This poison has run deep, it is a travesty. Not all will be saved. Do not let its despair your resolve though. The seed you planted within the fountain may have the ability to reverse the effects in those not so taken as these victims, as your magic has done in the past. We must have faith in the Great Spirits, and in yourself." Still, even as she spoke it, her mind contemplated how to accomplish such a task. During the ritual, much calamity had transpired in the town; as rapid and deadly as plague. She brandished hope at the thought that if they purified the source of the depravity, they still may reverse the curse. A small and ashamed part of her feared she placed too much weight on Namiko's magic. But I saw it...She thought to herself. My visions do not lie. She reminisced when they rested on the edge of Coconino Creek, where the Third Eye opened and showed her an amazing display of light and purity conquering the darkness. All from the witch before her. She too had to have faith in the Great Spirits, and stand by her beloved devotion to her sister. The increasing sounds of trampling steps in the outside hallway drew her attention from her thoughts. She'd have to think more at the fountain; something inside her told her the answer would be there. "You first, I will cushion your drop." Her trust unshakable, the Matriarch nodded. She palpated the window seal and then climbed cautiously on the edge. Feeling the advent of Namiko's magic, she awaited the right moment and then rode the waves in a graceful glide to the ground below. It was a good decision, for the blessed waters cleared the veiny earth of its ebony afflictions before they landed. The witch landed with bent knees, metallic armor and raven hair dripping as she stood. She immediately placed a hand to her lips with a stifled breath. There wasn't a smell within the air, but the saturation of dark magic resembled a toxic haze in the streets, It that made her reluctant to breathe. Tana leaped after them and landed with ease onto the ground. The orc surveyed the area with a disgruntled expression. The advent did not seem to attract the attention of the few wandering patrons lurking the streets. They instead walked with inebriated steps lost to whatever was depraving their bodies. It was possible many were still early in the stages of their infection. The orc turned her crimson gaze to the ground, flaring her nostrils in disgust as the ink gradually tried to crawl its way back in her path. "What do you want to do?" The orc asked her native tongue. "Get to the clinic, quietly," the Matriarch responded. Tana nodded and approached the Matriarch. She gripped the woman under the thighs and cradled the witch in her arms. The Matriarch was blind and her magical vision was hazed by unnatural atmosphere. She wouldn't be able to sneak through the town without slowing them down. Tana looked to Namiko. "Follow me," she grunted and sprinted into the one of the alleyways snaking between the buildings. The town was eerily quiet for dusk. Though crimson light was expected to shine from the horizon, it managed little success. The sky looked suffocated like smoke snuffing the glare of a fire. They took to the more aphotic pathways of the streets, clear of lanterns or window light. They were guided by the crimson eyes of the orc, accustomed to the drab tunnels of Mount Ariadne. Several persons were seen even in these dismal roads; leaning against the walls with enameled eyes or hunched to the earth as if invisible hooks speared their spines. A few times they were already violent, hissing like ravenous animals and lurking with broken and contorted bodies through the darkness. They managed to avoid conflict with them. The ink covered pavement made it particularly difficult to maneuver; strides often becoming skips and leaps over the tainted earth. With their deliberate and persistent detours, the sun was long gone from the skies by the time they reached the hedges and fences of the clinic. The sky was now an onyx hue, moonless and churning with swirls of smoky clouds. The clear patches were wiped of stars. All specks of nature's light had been murdered from the night. Tana approached the clinic slowly. The fences of the property were collapsed into splintered lumber. Smoke seeped from newfound gaps in the rooftop and the tense silence of death cascaded the area. "It's clearer here," The Matriarch stated as she removed herself from Tana's arms. It was true; despite the destructive appearance, the black slithering earth came to a halt near the boundaries of the edifice. A cerulean orb of light extended from a hidden source beyond the rubble, bringing color to the desolate air. "You're back," came a rock-grinding voice from the shadows. Kana made her way into view. Her body was covered in bruises and gashes. Blood crusted her arms and thighs and soaked through her fur clothing. "You look like Hell," Tana said to her twin sister. "Been through it. Was fantastic." The orcs shared a chuckle. The Matriarch was not entertained by their quip. She approached Kana, gazing her face left and right for someone that was obviously missing. "Kana, where is the the Bodyguard and the amulet?" She spoke their tongue because she couldn't afford to miss a detail. "Taken by them cloaked ones. Swarmed this place like bats with your kind of voodoo. Did what we could, but they surrounded him in these weird chains and carried him the skies. Bastards probably dead." The Matriarch narrowed her eyes. "And the people of the clinic?" "Got in the way with their squealing and pan-" "Are they alive, Kana?" Kana grunted at the concern and crossed her arms. "The old man and the young ones. Others were taken by madness. We killed them. The fountain seemed to shield those three from it though. It seemed more alive than usual. The hooded ones came only after we slaughtered the bunch, didn't seem too keen on staying with the fountain shining so bloody brightly. Were quick to use that voodoo and flee." The Matriarch frowned heavily. It was possible the rouged assailants were initially expecting the orcs to hold back in face of possessed enemies but were sorely mistaken. She wouldn't have expected the orcs to hold back nor show mercy to anyone that attacked them. It still made her remembered how much she hated their brutal and unforgiving nature. So many wasted lives. "Take us to the fountain." "As you wish." They climbed over the rubble and into the herbal garden of the clinic. Many of the plants had faded into dusty ashes and rot upon smoldered dirt, but as they approached the cerulean glow, there was a change. The garden started to revitalize; herbal flora not only growing but flourishing. The plants brandished an ultraviolet glow within their veins, creating a circle of luminescence. At the center was the fountain; its spewing waters possessed a ghostly lightness to it, seeming to float within the air before descending into the pools at its feet. A mist rose from the basin, producing the celestial glow that daunted the night. The water itself had an azure fluorescent glow--as if galaxies were captured within the stream. "Oh...." She never expected the fountain to be so breathtakingly extravagant. The Matriarch's faith in her visions cried in praise and rejuvenation. Namiko's magic seemed to have sentience; awakening and bearing arms in response to the desperate wails of suffering in the world around it. As Namiko approached, it quivered with an enchanted dance like ocean waves against the boundaries of its chamber. The herb glimmered with a grateful glow as the wielder of their diamond covered leaves stepped upon their earth. If she approached closer, the fountain extended with tendrils into the air with a yearn for her touch. "Oh, Sister." The Matriarch whispered, placing her hands to her lips in a stunned silence. She fought back emotions from her eyes and instead exhaled through smiling lips. "This is what we needed. This will save the town." Only Namiko could wield this weapon though. "You've returned," came an old and withered voice. From behind the fountain, the old physician of the clinic limped into view. At his feet came his two grandchildren, trembling and frightened from the past events. "They came in your absence," he explained. "There were so many...My staff..They..." His voice broke. He said couldn't bring himself to say it. "The orcs protected us, but then these hooded guys appeared. Seven of them. They came with horrible magic that overcame the largest one. They took him away. " The Matriarch couldn't see them, but she recognized his voice. "Do you know where they went?" "I do not." He said regretfully. "Though they went to the skies in the north. There is a desolate sanction there with a lone cabin. No one travels there. It has a horrible past." The Matriarch suddenly remembered her premonition, the one she shared with Namiko at the campsite. It had to be the same place. Where they would have their final battle. "Sister," she looked to Namiko. "I feel we are losing great time by the second. They may have everything they need to complete the summoning. If we don't stop it, this darkness may not only overcome Doughton, but the entire continent. " She approached Namiko, grasping her hands tightly. "I need your guidance, as this is your magic. You're the one that will stop this monster from being summoned. What do you think we should do?"
  8. Little Red, the presumptive wolf girl, had indeed abruptly disappeared from the doctor’s side. The smell of something new and exciting approaching the camp enraptured her attention. Multiple things actually; white, fluffy, and vivacious. The crimson-cloaked girl was on a low borough of a tree, crouched on all fours and awaiting the advent. Thanks to her convenient night vision, she saw their oryctolagus shape in the shadows and merely assumed them innocuous. She was proven…well somewhat erroneous when the following events transpired. Chaotic and comedic mayhem ensued. Like a housewife leaping onto a chair with clicking heels or an elephant rampaging at the sight of a mouse, the adventurers went into an uncontrolled panic that yielded little result outside a good sized knot on the back of Dr. Concordia’s head. “Ouch…” she muttered, sheepishly scratching the back of her hood with her glove. “Maybe I shoulda spoke up.” Well no use fretting over spilled milk, she concluded, then focused ravenous attention to the skabbits. White flashes darting here and there, eating with gluttonous speed and borrowing with even more impressive vigor. Though hidden in the darkness of her hood, Little Red's eyes darted with dilated pupils like a hypnotized cat to a feathered toy. Gradually her hand lowered to the branch, fingers drumming anxiously on the gnarled surface. She remained still for a long tense second before she suddenly leaped and disappeared behind the thick trunk of the tree. A lynx manifested on the other side, its tail barely congealing from crimson to fluff as she clawed tree column and churned around the wooden torso like a neurotic squirrel. Reaching the base, she sprang with unfathomable soundless grace into the mass of skittering snow. Like cockroaches to light, the skabbits scattered. Foreign or not, predators spoke a universally frightening language to prey. Several skabbits covered a safe distance from the newfound predator and buried post-haste, but she hyper-focused on one forsaken bunny. The duo danced throughout the camp, the skabbit having no leisure to burry and only wailing in distress with dusty winds on its paws. Little Red was fast though. The two scurried throughout the many obstacles of the encampment in a freestyle run—tangoing over tables, weaving between legs, and performing death-defying leaps over the blazing campfire. Several unfortunate souls became pins to the barreling force. The skabbit leaped away from the campfire with the lynx in toll, and through some thick understory in desperate seek of a sanctuary. Oh that poor old man. “I see you now. You won’t escape me this time you—” He wouldn’t be able to finish the sentence, for the skabbit rushed from the understory and through his legs, and moments later the lynx leaped over the understory to land directly on the old man’s chest. A front paw planted on his left shoulder and two more square on his chest, the force would likely send his momentum tilting back, giving the feline just the leverage needed to leap off and into the air behind him. Too instinctively attune to the hunt to even realize she jumped on an older, possibly frail, human being with the risk of sending him on a one-way ticket to a broken hip, Little Red used the airborne adventure to pounce the skabbit, pinning its squirming body under her paws. Hah! Got you! Little Red was a juvenile lynx with less weight than her adult counterpart, perhaps he wouldn't fall at all. Either way, she was currently too consumed in her success to notice.
  9. Fallen Joy

    Dancing Through Deserts

    Across the navy backdrop of night, Cecilia was lost in the performance. Whereas the chilled air seemed so cold, it could crack like ice, the feverish temperatures from their rhythmic dynamic melted the wind into wisps of white. It leaked from their bodies and panting lips, draped them like ghostly capes vanishing in and out of sight. Their music was the clash of their swords; a clamor both frequent and fierce. Under the lunar limelight, blades glinted brightly in silvery streaks and diamonds sparkled on their sweat ridden skin. I feel so free…. The princess felt the embrace of passion encase and swell within her. Stressful tension broke and shattered, replaced by sheer euphoria that ignited flames within her chest. It was the pleasure of dance. She suddenly remembered it so well. She couldn’t stop; even as fatigue threatened to burden her muscles and purloin her breath. Her muscles moved with an addiction to the choreography, powered by forces beyond the limitation of the body. Everything soon dissipated from her consciousness, reality fading until only she and the assassin remained. Soon her emotions spread encompassed them both; her heart humming at the sight of his gaze peering through the opportune windows of movement. He always found her face through the cadent storm and fueled her intoxication. Inhibitions scattered; her mind drunk from the moment. She wanted to give everything away to him, yet stood impeccably vigorous and steadfast amongst the clash of blades. This was something more than the love of dance. What was this feeling? What had consumed her so? I am...Do I…? Their personal mise en scène abruptly ended with a collision that sent the Princess' blade adorned hand up in the air, exposing her side and allowing Tyveres and pull her so impulsively close. Perhaps it was years of dance ingrained into her muscles, or perhaps something more, but her left leg rose up synchronously with the embrace, hugging his waist at a perfect right angle whilst her right hand pressed flat against his left cheek. It was like the end of a vivacious Tango. Faces so dangerously close, she breathed his air and shared his sweat. For the first time, Tyveres would notice a carnal flare within her sapphire hues, ignited by a ravenous and licentious catalyst. The singleton applause broke the spell and the princess literally startled. She dropped her leg and retracted a few steps, placing a hand to her heaving chest. A blush transpired, but the crimson coat was insignificant under the heat already flushing her face. She lowered her blade and wordlessly sheathed it. “You did very well.” “Thank you…” she breathed, composing herself and adorning with a great smile. “That was wonderful! I felt...I felt free.” “We should turn in. It won’t be long before we see land, and your sea beast may need a break as well.” “Oh. Right, of course.” she swept a moist raven strand behind her ear and glanced up at him. Tyveres always stared unabashedly and confidently into another's face; thus the princess was astonished to find his face averted. She blinked several times, instantly confounded at this behavior. In fact, his whole body seemed guarded; not in his usual iced demeanor way, but almost...demure? She took a few slow steps towards him. “Tyve-” she stopped as he suddenly ascended the rope without another word and disappeared over the railing. Had she imagined it? Was it possible he shared her feelings? I mean...he did try to kiss me, right? Suddenly lightheaded, she leaned against one of shelly palisades and exhaled a long breath of white. She contemplated her thoughts for a moment before the captain called out to her. “Oy! Lass, you better get up here and dry off. Gon’ catch a cold if you stay there.” The princess glanced up and smiled. “Coming!” She gave the surpous a grateful good night stroke above the eye, allowing it to click affectionately in response before she ascended the rope as well. As she landed on the deck, she noted Tyveres was already below. The captain tossed a towel at her. It smelled lightly of fish, but at least it looked clean. She dabbed herself dry in the face and arms. "Thank you.” “Did a number on him, you did.” “Oh, I still have a lot to learn.” “Aye, but I wa’nit talking ‘bout the swordplay.” The princess rose her brows and cast him a bewildered look that he chuckled hardily to. He reached out and patted her firmly on the back before leaning over the rail and looking at the moon. The princess copied him with a continued curious expression. The captain pulled a pipe from his coat, lit it and puckered his lips against the bit as the pot glowed amber. He enjoyed the smoke for a moment before speaking again. “Afore you healed me back in the Inn, I had all but given up on living. Lost my daughter a few years back.” He paused, puffing the pipe a few more times. “A storm fell upon the boat, came out of nowhere. 'Haps if I had been a be'ter captain n' less of a seadog sot, she wouldn’t of fell over.” Cecilia frowned but said nothing. “Didn’t stop me from hitting the booze thrice as much after a spending three days on sea and six months on land searching for some sign of her. Stopped sailing. Stopped caring. Just a shell of whiskey on a broken ship. That storm took my strife for life ‘long with me daughter." “I’m sorry.” “Dun be,” he said with a low chuckle. “When ye risked yer life to save my crummy behind, surrounded in that golden warm light, yer not only stopped my body from turning cold but melted years of cold already icing me heart. Gave me a reason to live again. " He turned his head up high to the moon. "Was like finally seeing the Sun after a dawnless winter.” The princess turned slightly pink, unable to say anything to such words. She touched his large grizzled hand softly. He turned to her and gave a half smile. “What I’m saying here, lass, is that even the hardest man will melt before the Sun. And he ain’t no different.” The princess stared at Captain Frank, breathless and speechless as she imbibed in his words both confused and flattered. The Captain released a second chuckle. “Soon we’ll be parting ways, and I want you ter remember this. You have the ability to melt pride into humility, anger into peace, and indifference into passion. Now get some sleep, we’re only a day or two out from Terrenus.” The princess offered him a soft and teary smile but vigorously nodded. She turned and headed below the deck. After scurrying down the steps, she slowed into the cabin. Instantly she heard the purrs of the fox kit and smiled at the adorable curl of fluff under the hammock. She turned her eyes gradually to Tyveres. If he was sleeping, she watched him for a few moments, allowing the captain’s words to echo in her head. It made her blush again. If he was awake, she acknowledged him with a smile and retreated quickly to the shower room. Still accustomed to sleeping in something more comfortable, the princess settled on the bed and slowly removed her upper leather garments (she did this in the bathroom if he was awake). The moonlight shone through the oval ship window and illumined her nude wet back with a white sheen of light. She pulled the band from her wet hair and let it drape. With a stifled yawn, she was suddenly incredibly exhausted. It was only a few hours before daybreak. She pulled on the thin clothed top previously adorned and left the leather pants on. Settling under the thick blankets, she rested her head on the pillow and allowed any remnant thoughts to slowly sift away as she fell into a deep sleep. ….. The princess woke almost into the afternoon of the following day. Through the minuscule cracks of the blanket, she felt a wintery air brushing against her exposed belly. Very reluctant to leave the blankets, it took the chastising light of the golden afternoon to draw her from the bed. When she removed the blanket, an instant chill flew up against her arms and hardened at the tips of her breasts. She embraced herself with a small shiver. Had it really gotten so cold so quickly? She dressed in a hurry, but the leather did little to spare her the cold. She wrapped her body in the thick blanket and traveled topside with it. The sky was grey, her breath hard in the air despite the gold light struggling through the haze. There was a hot pot of fish stew brewing on the deck. Mostly meat, potatoes, and carrots. What drew her attention was the mountains on the horizon. Her eyes widened and she hurried to the ship edge. The peaks appeared white, though it was hard to tell at their distance. It was the beginnings of Terrenus. “Ah, mornin’ yer highness.” “Oh, good morning,” she said, turning to see the Captain approaching her with a pot of stew. “Uhm. Cecilia, please.” “Aye, Cecilia. Looks like we’re close. But your serpous dun seem too happy with our new weather conditions. Used to warmer waters, they are. Might be time ter let her go.” The princess glanced down. The serpous did seem very sluggish. The rope held little tension; it was unlikely the creature wasn't pulling as opposed to keeping pace. With a heavy heart, the princess nodded, abandoned the blanket, and made her way down to the shell of the beast. It was even colder there. It cooed longingly at her and she nodded with understanding. Approaching the beast's face, she placed her hand on the skin above its eyes; it practically stole her heat. “I thank you for all you’ve done. It’s time you return to warmer waters.” The serpous released a clicking sound and the Princess patted it gratefully. She untethered the knot and the turtle immediately diverted its course. The Princess aimeed a timed leap to catch the dangling rope as the creature passed the ship. “Goodbye!” she yelled, waving her free hand. The serpous sang a final pulsed call, uplifting from the sea like a whale and disappearing under the surface. The princess turned back towards the mountains. “So we’re almost there….” She closed her eyes for a long second and then opened them with determination. “I can do this.” With that, she climbed up the rope to return to the deck and her blanket.
  10. Fallen Joy

    Aaliyah Cianna Marigold: A Personal History

    Thread/Title: Smoldering Aftermath Characters: King, Koru, Rory Quartermain, Madeline, D'eon, Jhulae, Khezu. Summary/Highlights: After the travesty that took place in her departure, a lone teenager named King is seen working on the devastated ruins of the old Gaia Academy. At first he works several days alone but is soon joined by an anthropic feline hybrid [Koru] and a maniacal looking man with a serpentine staff [Rory Quartermain]. Liyah joins around the same time. Arriving on the scene she is instantly astounded, disturbed, and infuriated by the smoldering runes of the academy. Khezu is some distance behind her, for the smell had caused Liyah to rush ahead to the runes. It takes her a long moment to make her next move. King seems to mostly ignore the persistent attempts for Koru and Rory to gather his attention and ask questions. He only takes the time to tell him he had no time to talk, only work. Smelling the sweat and work on King, Liyah is softened by King's efforts and vexed by the others attempts. She is also disturbed by the fact that King is alone, lost to the contemplation of whether he is the only survivor or the only one that cared. Heart bleeding for King's devotion and purloined of her usual mirth, Liyah bluntly chastises the visitors tactless and pointless curiosity. Afterwards, she begins to help King clean. Rory is annoyed and hateful towards Liyah's boldness and Kory is discouraged. Though Liyah senses the ill-intent from Rory, she ignores it. As Liyah lessens King's burden, the man pauses at her actions and takes the time to answer Rory and Koru's questions before returning to work. Liyah and King work together in silence for a time before King places a hand on Liyah's shoulder and offers his thanks. Liyah is drawn to take a moment to watch King work, seeing the sweat and vigor on his body stirred her easily enticed carnal nature, but she swallows it. She soon takes to an elephant form to further help with the wreckage. A fourth person arrives [D'eon, or a puppet of his], the most esoteric thus far. He does not engage the group. By sundown the courtyard is clear. King settles to sleep in the cold night. True to her bold nature, Liyah approaches, tosses her cloak over the sleeping King and lays naked within his arms. She stays there for a moment before transforming into a wolf to offer him warmth. When morning comes, King holds her close and nuzzles his thanks. Liyah wakens and feels a sense of void when he leaves her side. They resume work. Rory was still present and asking questions to King. The other mysterious man is replaced by another puppet of the same nature. A new addition [Madeline] also joins that morning. She approaches Liyah and asks to help. Liyah is warmed by the offer and plays casual with Madeline's face in gratitude. King leaves Rory's questions to join them. So two workers become three. They work on mostly crumbled dormitories. Unable to see the interior one of the building, Liyah transforms into a gorilla and ascends the wall to reach the inside. What greeted her was a terrifying display of bones in horrifying positions that overwhelm her. The others hear her cry of terror, King rushing first up the wall with impressive strength and speed to join her in the newfound crypt. He comforts her, informed her he has had to bury many and they would do the same now. Liyah at first doesn't comprehend him as she is lost in the memories of her friends and their possible death. It isn't until the smell of blood reaches her that she snaps out of her trance, realizing King hurt himself to come to her. Meanwhile, Rory summons an undead demonic golemn to help with the wreckage. The smell of it reaches Liyah and displeases her greatly. She rushes back in her gorilla form, temper loss, and fully intent on mauling them both. Madeline innocently attempts to engage the creature. King lingers back and prays. Liyah stops Madeline and is then further infuriated by Rory's snide remarks. Before any further action could be taken, through an act of Gaia, the golemn is destroyed. King appears by Liyah with a holy sword in his hand and different tone to his voice. He appears to be possessed by the deity and threatens to slay Rory. Rory flees and peace is returned. Madeline, King and Liyah continue to work to bury the newfound bodies. Another placement to D'eon puppet arrives (D'eon himself) and he speaks, saying very unnerving things to Liyah about the bones. It fills hers with mental distress and makes her strong suspect D'eon is responsible for the devastation. Before she can respond, he too leaves. Liyah finds herself utterly exhausted before Khezu finally arrives onto the broken campus. He presence relieves her and fills her with a moment of joy. He helps with their task. They bury and say their prayers to the dead. Another presence appears, but Liyah is too tired to deal with more iniquities after such a day. She settles on the now empty dormitory with her thoughts. Khezu joins to comfort her. Not much interaction is offered after this point. The four continue to work throughout the Gaia Academy remains until presumptively they are finished or time gets the better of them. However in the next scene of this academy, it is discovered that Liyah is the only one left. Not even Khezu is with her. She discovers an injured Drowess named Jhulae, who was plundering the grounds for treasure. Jhulae’s efforts brought her to a lake and she was attacked by a venomous creature. She escapes injuried and Liyah approaches to offer assistance. Due to the premature end of this interaction, it is unknown how far Liyah goes with this Drowess before she leaves herself.
  11. Who has officially completed Medical School? THIS GAL!!!! 😄😊❤️❤️🎉🎊

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    2. Die Shize

      Die Shize

      YOU'RE WELCOME

      Now about those hands..?

    3. Fallen Joy

      Fallen Joy

      I mean...I can recommend a good surgeon followed by a good psychiatrist? 

    4. Die Shize

      Die Shize

      THAT WOULD BE GREAT I have some phone numbers but they never answer me anymore and I heard one of them jumped out a window after our last session so you're the best talk soon and fair weather friend

  12. Fallen Joy

    Act, and Witches will act.

    The Matriarch turned and compressed her back against the wooden wall of the bathroom, turning her head up and exhaling long into the steam. All was dark and shadowed; all save the serpentine poison lurking behind her through the door. It clawed at her spine with ice and made her skin prickle. Inhaling deep, she clenched her pearl fingers into a claw, lightning manifesting and crackling like a web between the digits. But as soon as she exhaled, it faded. In this state, she couldn’t even summon her elemental prowess. Let alone accurately swing her sword. Then within the darkness came a luminescence. She took her head from the door. Waterfalls of magic were pouring all around her like liquid galaxies, flowing over invisible surfaces and into warm pools around her feet. It was the arcane-infused water from her sister. As it caressed her toes and slowly began to fill to her ankles, she felt something wondrous crawl its way up her calves and thighs. Puppeteered by the riverways of the Coven’s Soul, the magic worked its way into her sight and her Third Eye burst open. Compelled to see the possible fates of herself and Namiko, the white witch flushed bright scarlet. Seconds later her sister’s hand grasped hers and pulled her close into the kiss. Never before had someone shared her sight in such a manner; a finger touch or stroke had always been enough. But this level of intimacy was new, her carmine lips separated against Namiko's to release a gasping breath...but still, her large hands touched her sister’s round shoulders. Namiko would see thousands, tens of thousands, fates threading around them and within each cord flashed with images of ever-changing futures altered by the second. With the Matriarch’s help, they selected the right thread. She saw the awe of everything that was about to transpire in the next moments. The bathroom door came open, revealing the grim scene of over ten monstrosities within the room. Their skin was drained of color like dead, bloated bodies and black liquid oozed from their orbits, nostrils and, corners of mouths. Hatred and madness reflected in their pale eyes. Tana was against a wall on the far end, the webbing of cracks spreading from her back suggesting the force upon her. Her bone spear was drawn and held linearly against black crackling energy coating the hands of her assailants--three pairs only inches away from her face. Several other laid on the ground, black blood spilling from great wounds inflicted by Tana’s weapon. But at least another four remained blankly standing within the room. They all turned their heads just in time to see the needles of aquatic light racing across the room. Their flesh wasn’t steel, and they instantly became pincushions against the barrage. Flesh and cloth tore and leaked with black; behind them, puffs of smoke burst like exiting bullets to dissipate. A few stumbled, others dropped to their knees. The three attacking Tana were enroached, allowing the orc to throw them off her into the opposing furniture with a crash. They were relentless though, like the undead defying their wounds, and the flesh bags stood. Now all their eyes were on Namiko. Her water leaked like snakes along the walls, mingling with the splatters and puddles of ebony blood. If she felt any connection to her water, she could tell it felt like venom. At first, the water was nullifying like waves of sea against the spread of lava, darkness bubbling and sizzling to a fade. But the hands of the creatures crackled wildly, its iniquitious energy clashing with the purifying steam from Namiko. It was different than their first enemies, thicker and more resilient to her light. However, Namiko’s newfound strength was not to be trifled with. The intermingling energy, creating a linear maelstrom between the two parties, advanced towards the creatures as Namiko advanced. It reached out and peeled bits of their flesh with its torrent nature. More black blood spilled, more evil spread into the ground and sprayed on the walls. Then Namiko would suddenly find she could not advance. The darkness had built upon itself, spindles of the black lightning dancing between all the puddles of ebony paint. The wall of torrent energy pushed back, generating a force against Namiko’s advance. It seemed their powers increased the more their blood shed. The water would cease to purify, but instead, start to mingle with the blood… The Matriarch saw it through two clouds of energy attempting to overcome one another. Namiko’s luminance against the adumbration of the diseased humans. At first, the line was clean with white overcoming the black, but then the black thickened and became ravenous, not overcoming the white but turning its pushing force slowly grey. This magic was possessive in nature; it loved to infect and multiply like a virus. Thanks to her vision, she already knew what she was to do. The Matriarch came behind Namiko. She inhaled again, taking the bits of energy she absorbed from waters and sparked lightning from her fingers. She grasped Namiko’s shoulders, pulling on their channels of magic together. Focusing hard, her misty eyes illuminated with white lightning. The energy danced down Namiko arms, to her fingers and into the streams of water. The light within the water brightened, turning almost silverc, rushed faster, and continued forth to crash onto their enemies. The sisters now walked together against the room, overcoming the force. Tana shielded her eyes as the blinding water drew nearer, droplets of the aftermath raining down on her body and soaking it thoroughly. When everything settled, all the bodies were on the ground, foaming at the mouth and black smoke sizzling away from their bodies. Their grey skin returned to a fleshy color, but pale with death. All that remained was dead human body bags. The Matriarch released her sister’s shoulders and strode into the middle of the room, adjusting when a foot touched a nearby body. She rotated once on the spot, then turned back to Namiko. “You're a vision of light, my Sister. Truly amazing. " Genuine hope flickered in her eyes for a moment. But I’m afraid it’s not over. I still feel darkness looming within this place. It’s possible these puppets were not targeting us, but attempting to further the infection. Look there,” she rose her white hand towards the wall. “There's more sweeping from the outside.” If Namiko approached the window, she’d see the lantern-lit night littered with rivulets of black ooze slithering down the streets. Amongst them, bloated grey bodies tread the outskirts. “I don’t know how it could have spread this fast. We need to get back to the clinic. The fountain you purified may be able to stop it. But…” She closed her eyes, sensing deeply within the air. It was difficult when she was so tired. “It seems to be centering somewhere…” Of course, this was the start of nightfall; the predicted night of the summoning. She thought they were ahead of the enemy, but something must have changed; they must have gotten something they didn’t have before. The amulet? “We gotta go,” suddenly came Tana’s voice, who was lingering at the doorway of the room. As she said it, the sound of traveling feet was echoing down the hallways.” “But not this way.” The orc traveled to the window of the inn and opened it. “We jump. You go first.”
  13. Fallen Joy

    Dancing Through Deserts

    “We can train, but you must eat first.” The princess blinked twice then turned her eyes on the bowl of oats. The steam slithered feverishly into the chilled air and kissed her cheeks until they lightly flushed. Suddenly aware of the shiver on her skin and growl of her stomach, she took the food politely and indulged. The warmth sipped down her throat and settled in her stomach; it made her swoon in comfort and rest against one of the shell palisades. Though the taste was sub-par at best, she was reminded of winter nights at the castle when the glacial desert cascaded its breath upon the kingdom. Her servants would bring her hot stew and honey tea whilst wrapping her nude body with silk threaded robes and pouring cool water on gems bathed in fire. They revered her body as it shimmered against the amber light under a coat of droplets and rainbow gleam. How simple and luxurious life was then. But it was all sugar coat for the demented secrets of the kingdom, meant to distract from the injustices. So as she placed the mushy and dripping chunks of oatmeal on her tongue, she felt more blessed than ever before. For now she had knowledge despite its retched contents, and ambition to do something with it. She dropped the empty spoon into the bowel, feeling satisfied in ways outside her stomach. “If you’re ready to train, you’ll need your sword.” “Oh!” she said with a sudden blush to her face. "Of course!" How embarrassing, she left her weapon on the ship! Mentally slapping her forehead, she stood and immediately and headed for the tightrope. “I want you to walk across the rope to--” “I’m on it!” She interrupted, already striding across the line of the rope with both bowels in hand. She spread her arms out, leather boots on their toes, and she traveled like a ballerina cross towards the line. Clearly she thought it was no challenge at all, and in truth it wouldn’t have been on normal grounds. Acrobatic training back in the kingdom often involved thin lines, and monster training requiring impeccable balance then it came to riding bucking beasts. However the sea was a beast she was thus far very estranged to. Trapped in shackles on her ride to Genesaris and being kidnapped on a fisherman’s boat weren’t the most valid or pleasant experiences. Thus when the turtle lifted and sank over a swell the sea and the rope consequently went suddenly slack under the toes, she was quite unprepared. "Aye~!" She squealed rather girlishly at the abrupt dance with gravity, right foot lifting from the rope as her body bowed to the left. When the rope re-tightened, so did her her extraordinary thighs. Steel possessed the muscles and instantly stabilized her in a developpe position, arms in a graceful L and hands cradling the bowls. Though the movement itself was beautifully performed like a swan taking flight, her face contorted with anxiety and focus. That water was damn cold and she wasn't falling into it. Abs squeezing on her oatmeal so hard that she was concerned it would find its way back up her throat, she exhaled and slowly lowered her leg safely. Afterwards she crossed a more urgent stride in her step, the prior mistake now rectified by minuscule leaps when the rope with slack and landings when it tightened. Within a couple minutes, she was across the rope and safely on the other side. “Phew,” she said, rolling her head and shoulders with pride. “That was fun.” The sound of the captain's bear-like snores made her stifle a giggle as she casually she placed the empty bowels near the pot and then took her sword. Sheathing the sword (which had been stabbed in the deck) she fastened it easily on her belt and returned to the deck edge. She gripped her fist tight at the sight of the swaying rope and gave them a short pump of determination. “Okay!” She placed a hand on the rail and leaped over the edge of the boat, landing finely on the line. She was only half-way across when Tyveres landed like an unexpected shadow in the night. He gleamed with a silver flash of his sword and the princess felt her heart bump in brief terror. She’d never seen him kill, but could suddenly imagine what his victims felt under that predatory and icy stare. Feeding on his body language all too well, she swallowed the sand in her mouth and withdrew her own blade. Curved weapons facing each other like the crescent moon against the mirror of the ocean, she calmed her racing heart and inhaled deep. Without hesitance she came forward, filling the gap between them with a leap and thrusting her blade forward with a striking stab.
  14. Fallen Joy

    Act, and Witches will act.

    The esoteric world around Namiko was so synchronous and sensitive to her rumination that it seemed to respond long before the witch spoke. As she contemplated weaving the very fibers of her soul to the tapestry of the coven, the luminescent witch before her widened her smile. It was if her thoughts sung volumes in the complex world around them. "Yes, I will be with her, and the whole coven.” Their hands touched and from between them came utter brilliance. Incandescent rivulets spread and blossomed like wings from a butterfly’s cocoon. With it came a silvery wind, catching the surrounding arcane orbs like gust guided leaves and twirling them into a dance. These globes of magic orbited the two in celebration, before hands manifested and outreached. Two hands became seven, overlapping and embracing each other in the curls of their knuckles. Every placement seemed to brighten their universe, transforming it into a wintry cascade of pearl, silver, diamond white hues. Namiko would feel the bond swell up within her as it did around her, as part of her vessel became pregnant with many complex elements of her Sisters' souls: thoughts, emotions, and all kinds of signatures of magic. For those moments that her soul melded to the coven’s, an omniscient sensation overcame her. It was like she could accomplish any fleet from magic: create hurricanes of water as easily as typhoons of wind, islands of earth, black-holes of darkness, and even summon Suns. Similarly she would feels new fears, hopes, dreams, desires, anger, and shame twirling from new memories and visions she could not recall but somehow felt vividly. The essence of the collective became increasingly daunting, the world around them coalescing into a blinding star of light. “Namiko?” The Matriarch's voice broke through it all. They were suddenly back in the bathroom of the Witch’s Cafe and Inn. The daunting sensations softened to whispers within Namiko’s mind, fluttering in and out of focus like a dream desperate to be remembered. As Namiko’s vision cleared, she’d find herself staring into gyrating mist. Perhaps for a moment she’d think she didn’t leave the Coven’s Soul, but then lashes fluttered over the mist--she was staring into the Matriarch’s eyes. The white witch was hovering over her, fully armored and bracing Namiko's body around the waist and neck. She was supporting her from collapsing into the water. Though only partially submerged, the Matriarch was beaded in droplets from the hot steam coating the air upon them. The temperature must have increased dramatically, as her face was flushed in scarlet and the water dwindled to her thighs. By the way the Matriarch lazed her eyes and breathed heavily onto Namiko’s face, the wind and energy were stolen from her. Yet there was a smile plastered upon her face. “Welcome to the Coven, Sister.” It was the Matriarch’s first time performing the ritual from the casting side, which was normally Luna’s job. Luna made it seemed so comfortable, so the toll demanded from her body was unexpected. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead onto her sister’s. The light from the shallow bath remained bright and jubilant with remnant magic. The Matriarch waited for Namiko to speak while she caught her breath. ..... Suddenly a great clamor burst into the air. The Matriarch shot her eyes open and leaned away from Namiko with a sway in her torso. She turned her face toward the closed door of the bathroom. For a moment there was nothing but blind scrutiny before BANG, the sound occurred again. This time it was followed an explosion of destructive sounds, furniture skidding and crushing under a clear struggle. All amongst it was the aggressive curses and war cries of Tana. Something had forced its way into the room. The Matriarch felt more blind than ever, reaching out to remove herself from the glowing water. She felt with urgency toward the door, fumbling with the empty air until her hands touched the wooden surface. As if trying to see through the door with the palm of her hand, she lingered there. The noises continued violently beyond it. Struggling her Third Eye into focus, she came upon an an unpleasant sight. Masses of dark energy existed throughout the room, buzzing around the quarters like a hive. She couldn’t tell how many there were, but she was certain they were all focused on murdering Tana. “I don't know how many there are …” She said through panting breaths. "But it's what we've been fighting." The ritual completely blinded her from the rest of the world. She couldn’t sense the uprising corruption. This iniquity was spreading like an apocalyptic virus through inn. How had so many been taken in such a short amount of time? How had they found them? Was the Bodyguard and the amulet safe? They had to get back to the clinic. The Matriarch turned towards Namiko. “Get dressed my Sister, because I need you to fight.” Unlike the Matriarch, Namiko would be loaded with her newfound power. Beyond the door was a room full of corrupt guests, charging with all their might to kill Tana and then the Sisters.
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