Moryama couldn't keep this up much longer - her act, already fragile, was beginning to fall apart. This wasn't her, and soon that would be clear if it wasn't already. She decided to get a bottle of something strong once business was concluded. She could use a chance to relax. She replied "We will be providing the equipment mentioned, but we expect it returned before you will be paid. I am sure you can understand our reasoning for this. As for your drone, its size could be an issue. Upon my return to Shiawase, I will make note of this, and have the helicopter team bring what is necessary to have it brought down with you. The cost for a single use of this kind of gear is trivial compared to the wealth of Shiawase and even just what you are being paid. However, since the deal is already extremely lucrative, the equipment we are providing will remain ours once the mission is complete. It is being provided for your safety and the success of the mission, not for your wealth or future business endeavors."
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A quick introduction of myself and a few associates of mine
For real though, I'm a Brit who dabbles in most genres of roleplay, but tends to go for fantasy and sci-fi in particular. I prefer high casual, but will use a more or less advanced writing style if I like the concept.
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He's moving in closer. Unsurprising. He won't expect you to do the same, though - to him you are an unarmed pyromancer, capable only at a distance. Prove him wrong.
The voice was right, as always. The warrior had little trouble avoiding the burns Aelith had sent his way, though that was unsurprising. She still had plenty up her sleeve, and it would be more useful if it remained there, for now. Aelith was no mere pyromancer, and her studies into lavamancy, as many actual pyromancers also have done, were not the full extents of her abilities. But for now, at least, it would be best if her prey thought so. There would be plenty to kill him with later, if need be.
In the hopes of seeming limited in her options, Aelith used a similar tactic in her second attack to that of her first - a cliché fireball attack. Using both hands, she threw a large (about the size of a basketball, though obivously Aelith didn't know what a basketball was) ball of fire, directed at her opponent's chest. The attack was not meant to hurt him - though of course she'd be glad if it did - it was meant to look like it was meant to hurt him, a hasty attack made by a panicking amateur who had overestimated their abilities. Really, she was conserving her power, trying to avoid burning herself out before the real fight began. She did not call on the dead for this one.
As she was doing this, she supported her feint with a little acting - subtle things like anxiously stepping backwards, shifting her eyes around the terrain either side of her opponent as if looking for an escape route, but being scared to look away from him. This and the attack should convince him of the assurance of his victory, before teaching him a thing or two about how to fight a witch... and how they fight you.
The voice was right, as always. The warrior had little trouble avoiding the burns Aelith had sent his way, though that was unsurprising. She still had plenty up her sleeve, and it would be more useful if it remained there, for now. Aelith was no mere pyromancer, and her studies into lavamancy, as many actual pyromancers also have done, were not the full extents of her abilities. But for now, at least, it would be best if her prey thought so. There would be plenty to kill him with later, if need be.
In the hopes of seeming limited in her options, Aelith used a similar tactic in her second attack to that of her first - a cliché fireball attack. Using both hands, she threw a large (about the size of a basketball, though obivously Aelith didn't know what a basketball was) ball of fire, directed at her opponent's chest. The attack was not meant to hurt him - though of course she'd be glad if it did - it was meant to look like it was meant to hurt him, a hasty attack made by a panicking amateur who had overestimated their abilities. Really, she was conserving her power, trying to avoid burning herself out before the real fight began. She did not call on the dead for this one.
As she was doing this, she supported her feint with a little acting - subtle things like anxiously stepping backwards, shifting her eyes around the terrain either side of her opponent as if looking for an escape route, but being scared to look away from him. This and the attack should convince him of the assurance of his victory, before teaching him a thing or two about how to fight a witch... and how they fight you.
Started: 1/1/17
Target: 35
Read: 1
(I read The Magician's Nephew right at the end of December, I didn't skip it)
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe: Clive S. Lewis
The Horse and His Boy: Clive S. Lewis
Travelling to Infinity: Jane Hawking
Target: 35
Read: 1
(I read The Magician's Nephew right at the end of December, I didn't skip it)
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe: Clive S. Lewis
The Horse and His Boy: Clive S. Lewis
Travelling to Infinity: Jane Hawking
What is the software used for this?
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Aelith was suprised. Had she been followed? She wasn't kept waiting long, but now she had found her prey, she wasn't going to get it over with quickly. Even from here she could see how far it might be before she found anything interesting, so she wasn't going to cut her fun short without a good reason. And it looked like this one would be worthwhile, too. Two swords, meaning either this warrior was very good or just thought they were. Either way, he had likely never fought one of her kind before. Always funny catching someone off-guard like that, in the way only the Dark Ones can.
I thought the gods weren't supposed to answer the prayers of the wicked. You don't know the way to the nearest city, do you? When you're finished, I could use a decent-sized population to terrorise.
A nagging voice hung in the back of Aelith's mind, advising her. Whether this was Mephistopheles speaking to her or her own survival instinct, she didn't know. Look carefully, Aelith. You're missing something. His scars, up and down his arms and probably everywhere else, too. He likely thought of them as badges of honour, representing years of glory in battle (there were certainly enough), while others might think of them as brands, curses, ugliness. Aelith saw them as a tool. She began to raise her hand, ready to let him relive the pain of battles long past, then hesitated. Wait! Hold something back. Take him by surprise. He knows about the fire, use that, and you might be able to end this now. If he's good, you may need everything in your arsenal. This was annoying, but it was also true. She didn't know what she getting into. The scars suggested a lot, besides what she could do to hurt him. Fine. But if I get a chance to make him scream, it's happening. Don't try and stop me, or I'll find a way to hurt you, too.
Aelith watched her opponent just a little longer, then lowered her hood.
You think this is abrasive? Wanton? By my standards, this is practically frugal. Let me teach you a thing or two.
She felt the spirits of the dead, lingering here after ancient battles. That's what Aelith liked about battles - there are always casaulties. She called on them, adding their strength to her own through the power of the Lifehunter Amulet. She flung her arms forward, unleashing a veritable inferno at her opponent. So it begins.
I thought the gods weren't supposed to answer the prayers of the wicked. You don't know the way to the nearest city, do you? When you're finished, I could use a decent-sized population to terrorise.
A nagging voice hung in the back of Aelith's mind, advising her. Whether this was Mephistopheles speaking to her or her own survival instinct, she didn't know. Look carefully, Aelith. You're missing something. His scars, up and down his arms and probably everywhere else, too. He likely thought of them as badges of honour, representing years of glory in battle (there were certainly enough), while others might think of them as brands, curses, ugliness. Aelith saw them as a tool. She began to raise her hand, ready to let him relive the pain of battles long past, then hesitated. Wait! Hold something back. Take him by surprise. He knows about the fire, use that, and you might be able to end this now. If he's good, you may need everything in your arsenal. This was annoying, but it was also true. She didn't know what she getting into. The scars suggested a lot, besides what she could do to hurt him. Fine. But if I get a chance to make him scream, it's happening. Don't try and stop me, or I'll find a way to hurt you, too.
Aelith watched her opponent just a little longer, then lowered her hood.
You think this is abrasive? Wanton? By my standards, this is practically frugal. Let me teach you a thing or two.
She felt the spirits of the dead, lingering here after ancient battles. That's what Aelith liked about battles - there are always casaulties. She called on them, adding their strength to her own through the power of the Lifehunter Amulet. She flung her arms forward, unleashing a veritable inferno at her opponent. So it begins.
7/10: It's a good song but not the sort of thing I'm used to - difficult to appreciate something which gives you a music version of uncanny valley. Probably like it more if I'd heard more of a similar thing.
Aelith strode calmly forwards, taking in her surroundings. Not much to see, really. It was a peaceful scene, a wide open plain with tall grass, land still visible miles away. A single pathetic tree stood over the grass below it. Aelith would have laughed at it, were it worthy of her attention at all. This was a good place for a battle, she realised. Nowhere to hide, plently of space. She had her enemies. All she needed now was an army. She actually did laugh, this time. She'd existed nearly seven hundred years, spent most of that time a powerful witch and a leader of others, and now where was she? Laughing about killing things in an empty field, miles from her coven and barely closer to her goals. She really wanted to kill something now.
In a heartbeat, there was fire in her right hand, and, aiming with her left, she threw it at- this damn field! Nothing! No one to kill, nothing worthwhile to burn. She put out the fire in her hand, and looked behind her. There was a trench of dead grass, a wide, black wound in the field around where she'd walked. At least if anyone found it they might follow it and find her. Aelith was willing to spend a long time on a single task, but when simply waiting she had little patience. Was this karma? Would Witch Queen Aelith T'Kalen finally meet her match, after all this time? Would she be defeated, by a field?
This was not going well. Aelith needed something to do, now.
Nothing to kill, nothing to burn... what about getting better at killing and burning? Aelith moved to the shade of the tree (in Aelith's opinion, it was far too sunny that day. What's wrong with some hail, or a thunderstorm?), and practised her magic, all the while keeping one eye on the trail.
In a heartbeat, there was fire in her right hand, and, aiming with her left, she threw it at- this damn field! Nothing! No one to kill, nothing worthwhile to burn. She put out the fire in her hand, and looked behind her. There was a trench of dead grass, a wide, black wound in the field around where she'd walked. At least if anyone found it they might follow it and find her. Aelith was willing to spend a long time on a single task, but when simply waiting she had little patience. Was this karma? Would Witch Queen Aelith T'Kalen finally meet her match, after all this time? Would she be defeated, by a field?
This was not going well. Aelith needed something to do, now.
Nothing to kill, nothing to burn... what about getting better at killing and burning? Aelith moved to the shade of the tree (in Aelith's opinion, it was far too sunny that day. What's wrong with some hail, or a thunderstorm?), and practised her magic, all the while keeping one eye on the trail.
AAARGH! WHY ARE THERE SO MANY GOOD IDEAS!? DOESN'T THE WORLD KNOW I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THEM ALL?!
I used to be a big fan of the series, but unfortunately I can't right now. Too much stuff going on. It's a cool idea, and I'll do you a favour and reccomend this to anyone else who is reading this right now. When things clear up, if there's still space, you can count me in.
I used to be a big fan of the series, but unfortunately I can't right now. Too much stuff going on. It's a cool idea, and I'll do you a favour and reccomend this to anyone else who is reading this right now. When things clear up, if there's still space, you can count me in.
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