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Guys, this is a series about teenagers fighting giant monsters with their gun/staff/nunchucks and machine gun/purses. Does this really matter.
*Edited better?
Okie dokes, I'll edit the post
Oh lol, that might actually be the fault of my writing style… I'm shit at writing fight scenes, so I just kinda glazed over her solo fight with "eventually the thing died." As for the two uninjured heartless, same thing applies, plus I assumed Gail sped things up. I can change it if you like, I just wanted it to end with Ellis attempting to confront Gail.
Nahbi jumped at the tower of fire erupting from somewhere in the mass of students. She'd finished throwing what few things she had into a locker and was heading back to her buddies when she saw the blazing column. Excitement shooting through her, she darted the the crowd to see where it'd come from. She eventually got to a congregation of faunus. One of them, a… snake? had tendrils of smoke drifting from his mouth, and a sheepish grin. Eyes lighting up, she ran up to him, not minding any looks she my have gotten.
"That was so _sick_!" She was practically jumping up and down. "Oh my gosh can you teach me how to do that?"
Ellis blinked her eyes open, bringing up a hand to rub the shadows from her mind. Apparently this only gave them life. She looked around to find herself in a lifeless world, save only for a handful of people, and shadows that took a shape of their own and danced in nonexistent wind.
_Heartless._ The word echoed in her mind when the others said it. She didn't have time to wonder why the name made sense to her. A shadow had taken advantage of her disoriented state, and leapt onto her back. Needle-point nails dug into her skin and she gritted her teeth. On instinct, she reached behind her to take the shadow on her hands, and flipped it off her back. Its nails dragged along her back and shoulders, tearing at flesh and staining her clothes red as blood leaked from her.
As the disoriented shadow tumbled over the ground, Ellis took the opportunity to glance around and take stock of the situation. There were several other people, some fighting shadows, some still getting their bearings. One stood out to her though… the woman in blue fighting three of the beasts. She knew what was going on. She had answers to questions Ellis didn't yet have time to think on.
She was drawn out of her thoughts when the shadow regained its footing and pounced on her. In the next moment, there was a new weight in her clenched fist, and her body acted on its own. Taking the double-bladed staff in both her hands, she held it up to block the shadow and threw it back again. The staff cut through the air, spinning and slicing at her unfortunate enemy. The tears on her back stung and pulled, but Ellis had no time to tend them, or ask the blue woman her questions. She'd have to deal with this creature first.
lol if she doesn't annoy him to death first XP
Nahbi needs to… not get killed on her first mission like an idiot. And not piss off any teachers.
He's actually on SYZN
Lantern
Name: Artemis Marid
Age: 21
Appearance:
Though opinions vary on how beautiful Artemis is, no one can deny she's a striking figure to see, with her brown skin, starlight hair, and aqua eyes. She's a tall, slender thing standing at 5'9", with long, willowy limbs and subtle curves beneath her clothing. Her wardrobe is eclectic, with various scarves, jewelry, and feathers. She paints different markings on her skin and arms, adding to her unique look.
Occupation: Traveling Mystic
Personality: Artemis is whoever she needs to be to get by. But whether she's quiet and mysterious, or flirtatious and inviting, the one constant is that she's always looking out for herself. Though not particularly interested in other people, she enjoys using them as her primary source of entertainment. It's difficult to know who Artemis truly is or what she cares about, as she keeps everything truly important locked away – especially from herself.
History: Before she was Artemis, she was Emira Janan Mathilde Basira Felicity Lujayn Cosima Airtifae-Alqamar, Grande Duchess of the Silver Valley. Young Emira and her little brother Idris grew up with all the advantages that came with nobility. Idris, though younger than Emira, was the heir apparent. This was just fine with her – Emira was not quite suited for nobility. She was clever, worldly, and even charming when she wanted to be, but she had no interest in politics and governing. Idris, with his patience and generosity, would do well, while she entertained herself with seeing how quickly she could insult a dignitary and how long she could keep him from storming out of the palace after that.
When she was fifteen years old, a plague swept through the valley. They called it the Climbing Vine for the slow, crawling way it choked the life from its victims. Their mother was the first to catch it. Then their father. Emira and Idris were quarantined from their parents for more than a year before their died. The night before Idris' coronation, he fainted.
Preparations were being made for Emira's coronation even before Idris passed. Half a year after he first started showing symptoms, Emira charmed her way past the guard and crept into her little brother's room, as she had so many times before. Sometimes he had good nights, in spite of the sickness. His eyes would be bright and his laugh would ring out like a bell as she gossiped with him about the stuffy dignitaries, so full of themselves it was a wonder they fit through the palace doors. But that night was not a good night.
His eyes were glassy and his smile was weak as he clutched his big sister's hand with his waning strength. He whispered how proud he was of her, and how wonderful a ruler she'd be. Emira was the cleverest, strongest, funniest person he knew, and the people would adore her. They'd love her as much as he did. Emira looked at him for a long moment. Then she placed a kiss on his damp forehead, careful not to let any tears fall on him. She ran from the palace that night.
When she was eighteen years old, Artemis locked Emira away with her guilt and tried not to look back.
When she was nineteen, she heard a rumor that the Grand Duke of the Silver Valley had finally died without an heir.
Artemis traveled from one town to another, making her living as a mystic. In reality she was little more than a charlatan. Her ethereal looks, intelligence, and the skills she learned at court – languages, dancing, and singing, among others – helped her sell the facade. Before waking up in the forest, she made her living telling fortunes, selling "enchanted" baubles and sometimes outright stealing. Artemis played whatever role was required to entice her customers, and dazzled them with petty revelations about their futures or innermost thoughts (either flat out lies, generic statements that were easy to read into, or educated guesses based on how the customers presented themselves).
She told herself it was easier to forget over time – easier to push away the guilt. She could turn into someone else and feel nothing at all. After all, it was Emira who'd turned her back and ran from her Valley. Her little brother. Not Artemis.
Maybe if she said it enough times it would make it true.
Speaking: Dark Turquoise
Name: Artemis Marid
Age: 21
Appearance:
Though opinions vary on how beautiful Artemis is, no one can deny she's a striking figure to see, with her brown skin, starlight hair, and aqua eyes. She's a tall, slender thing standing at 5'9", with long, willowy limbs and subtle curves beneath her clothing. Her wardrobe is eclectic, with various scarves, jewelry, and feathers. She paints different markings on her skin and arms, adding to her unique look.
Occupation: Traveling Mystic
Personality: Artemis is whoever she needs to be to get by. But whether she's quiet and mysterious, or flirtatious and inviting, the one constant is that she's always looking out for herself. Though not particularly interested in other people, she enjoys using them as her primary source of entertainment. It's difficult to know who Artemis truly is or what she cares about, as she keeps everything truly important locked away – especially from herself.
History: Before she was Artemis, she was Emira Janan Mathilde Basira Felicity Lujayn Cosima Airtifae-Alqamar, Grande Duchess of the Silver Valley. Young Emira and her little brother Idris grew up with all the advantages that came with nobility. Idris, though younger than Emira, was the heir apparent. This was just fine with her – Emira was not quite suited for nobility. She was clever, worldly, and even charming when she wanted to be, but she had no interest in politics and governing. Idris, with his patience and generosity, would do well, while she entertained herself with seeing how quickly she could insult a dignitary and how long she could keep him from storming out of the palace after that.
When she was fifteen years old, a plague swept through the valley. They called it the Climbing Vine for the slow, crawling way it choked the life from its victims. Their mother was the first to catch it. Then their father. Emira and Idris were quarantined from their parents for more than a year before their died. The night before Idris' coronation, he fainted.
Preparations were being made for Emira's coronation even before Idris passed. Half a year after he first started showing symptoms, Emira charmed her way past the guard and crept into her little brother's room, as she had so many times before. Sometimes he had good nights, in spite of the sickness. His eyes would be bright and his laugh would ring out like a bell as she gossiped with him about the stuffy dignitaries, so full of themselves it was a wonder they fit through the palace doors. But that night was not a good night.
His eyes were glassy and his smile was weak as he clutched his big sister's hand with his waning strength. He whispered how proud he was of her, and how wonderful a ruler she'd be. Emira was the cleverest, strongest, funniest person he knew, and the people would adore her. They'd love her as much as he did. Emira looked at him for a long moment. Then she placed a kiss on his damp forehead, careful not to let any tears fall on him. She ran from the palace that night.
When she was eighteen years old, Artemis locked Emira away with her guilt and tried not to look back.
When she was nineteen, she heard a rumor that the Grand Duke of the Silver Valley had finally died without an heir.
Artemis traveled from one town to another, making her living as a mystic. In reality she was little more than a charlatan. Her ethereal looks, intelligence, and the skills she learned at court – languages, dancing, and singing, among others – helped her sell the facade. Before waking up in the forest, she made her living telling fortunes, selling "enchanted" baubles and sometimes outright stealing. Artemis played whatever role was required to entice her customers, and dazzled them with petty revelations about their futures or innermost thoughts (either flat out lies, generic statements that were easy to read into, or educated guesses based on how the customers presented themselves).
She told herself it was easier to forget over time – easier to push away the guilt. She could turn into someone else and feel nothing at all. After all, it was Emira who'd turned her back and ran from her Valley. Her little brother. Not Artemis.
Maybe if she said it enough times it would make it true.
Speaking: Dark Turquoise
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