Constantine

Dragon Knights: Genesis

Chloe cocked her head on its side, her eyes wide and clearly a little confused by the sudden turn of events. Within the space of a few heartbeats another magi had scaled the wall using some dark energy. At roughly the same moment another person had scaled the wall with the ease of a monkey and now stood off to her other side. As attacks came it was most...unsettling. The magi had almost immediately prostrated himself before her. Which is not usually how this kind of thing went. The monkey joined in almost at once, as if in competition. “E-excuse me?” she managed, her brow twitching as she struggled to comprehend the situation. She looked down below and saw a reassuringly familiar face and reacted by using another exploding column of paper to propel herself into the air and away from her two newest...admirers? Her coat dissolved and rushed ahead of her, creating a cushion that softened her fall by catching her before reforming into her white paper coat. Chloe slipped behind Dante. “Remember when I asked if you could use what you make?” she half whispered to him meaningfully as she stared up thoughtfully at the dark magic user for just a moment. She turned her gaze and looked at the ensemble that had assembled. Knights, soldiers, mercenaries? A dark mage. A monkey in human form. “Admirers aside,” she said as she drew her attention toward the one she assumed to be Hazael. She looked meaningfully at the woman and made a show of curtseying to the knight. “Chloe Magnolia Chevalier, here to join your little....rebellion?” she said as she looked at the multitude of faces. It was obvious that not everyone here was in agreement. That could prove...useful. “It is a nice day for it, after all.”

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

Yeah yeah, I just suffer more than I should when I catch colds, end up having bad coughing fits and the like. Leads to a lack of meaningful sleep.

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

Sorry for the lateness of the post, been ill for the last few days so my posting has been a little...erratic. *Bows apologetically*

Dragon Knights: Genesis

Raises a question I meant to ask earlier though. I know magic is rare among the human populace. Is that due to magi being punks with their secrets or is magic strictly an inherent trait that one needs to be born with?

Dragon Knights: Genesis

Bristlebanes reason for wanting paper magic is...first class. The sky is the limit! What couldn't he do with that kind of power?

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

“Oh be quiet fur ball,” Luka replied as she propped herself upright before jumping to her feet. She stretched her arms in the air and let out a satisfied groan as she felt her energy return from her outburst moments before. She picked up her staff from where she had let it fall onto the floor and with a flourish returned it to its place on her back. It sparked slightly in reply to its mistresses touch. Luka dusted her skirt off, followed by each arm individually in turn. Finally she ran her fingers through her overly long white hair. She scanned the room, very much aware that certain wizards were avoiding her gaze. That was always pleasing. Luka ignored the prospective new guild member for the moment, the fur ball and the dragon slayers clearly had that firmly in hand. Luka played no part in allowing people to join the guild anyway and rarely brought anyone to join, so her opinion was more or less irreverent in her own opinion. Not that she had a problem with the musical girl joining the guild per see. It was just that Luka's current less than stellar temperament was ill suited for any heart warming conversations. She needed something a little less...enthusiastic. Which is why after scanning the room she made her way over to another wizard that she did not recognise but already seemed to be a guild member. As it turned out his name was Torie. Luka was often away on missions so it was pretty common to come back to unfamiliar faces in the guild. Fairy Tail would often take just about anyone after all, so she often made at least a token gesture toward familiarity. Besides it was often nice to get an introduction in before the rumours did it for her. Luka came to a stop just a few feet away from from where Torie was sitting and looked at him in an appraising manner. “You should wear a helmet, it would suit you, I think,” Luka said conversationally after humming thoughtfully to herself. His hair was a lovely colour. Luka offered her hand to the wizard. “My name is Luka, Luka...Magnolia. I know, it's the same as the name of the town, there's nothing more to it than that, its just an unfortunate...coincidence.” Luka sat on the edge of a nearby table as she spoke. “About what you might have seen earlier,” she started to say and trailed off as she blushed slightly in embarrassment. “That was just, ummm, well, you'll get used to that, it happens a lot. People also call me 'Livewire'. I can be a little...erratic.”

Dragon Knights: Genesis

Chloe may hire Tsubasa regardless. He clearly has a skill set she may need. *Smiles wryly to self*

Dragon Knights: Genesis

Chloe twirled one of the steel rods in her hand, its weight and balance where good, not perfect, but pretty close. Dante the blacksmith did good work. She placed the rod back with its fellows and wrapped them loosely within a cloth cover. Her 'art' was performed through the medium of paper, that was the nature of her magic and only paper was susceptible to her will. Though that might sound limiting and perhaps to some extent was from a non magi point of view it had its benefits as well. Focus being one of them. The steel rods had no impact on her magic directly but would serve their purpose in the right situation. She took the bag from her back and carefully placed the rods in amongst the stacks of paper. It was starting to get heavy. Chloe turned and took one last look at the workshop, taking a moment to contemplate the impetuousness of its owner. There was chance he would never see this place again. She smiled softly to herself. She had promised him twice the usual rate of coin for the work and in a sudden fit of enthusiasm he had neglected any payment save for the reading of a letter and a conversation. It could be that that was all he was looking for. The determined look on his face suggested as much. It had been a good expression. Chloe stifled a hearty laugh and made in the same direction but with much less haste then the blacksmith turned adventurer. After following Dante for only a short distance she turned into a side alley, cautiously checking the opening behind her for sign of pursuit. Finding none she looked up the edge of the rooftops above. Far too high to jump and climbing was not her forte. Both facts were irrelevant of course. She grinned to herself as a storm of paper erupted from her backpack and swirled and twisted around her, writhing like a tornado. In a coordinated flurry of motion a portion of its mass fell upon her. Within moments she was covered from head to foot in long hooded coat of white, made from individual sheets of paper. The flexibility of the paper bent to her will, so it was an easy enough trick. She reached into her backpack, which somehow remained above her new coat and pulled a stick of bread free, taking a large, satisfying bite. Magic was energy. In her case energy she generated much of it within herself, so there was a cost to be paid for its use. Magic was about balance after all. The still swirling mass of paper coalesced into a mass beneath her feet that exploded upward, propelling her onto the rooftops. Chloe made her way to the meeting point more of less in a straight line, her paper rushing ahead to form bridges between the rooftops before returning to trail along with her. Sure it drew plenty of attention, but it would have required a very specific skill set to have followed her. When she arrived at the meeting place she could hear voices, though she could see no one as she was still on the rooftop. She was not a stealthy mover so it all likelihood her presence was already known. Despite the breeze her coat remained perfectly still as she listened in. Rebellion was in the air.

Dragon Knights: Genesis

“Guns huh? Well, I wouldn't know about those,” Chloe said jovially in response as she listened to him speak, though in truth she was quite serious. Her form of magic required her to possess a rather in depth knowledge of the shapes and properties of weapons. The more she knew the easier it was to create them through her magic. Swords were easy. Shields were even easier if you wanted something simple but strong. Guns though, guns were a weapon that she could not create with her magic. Too many moving parts for a start. She moved over to the table that he had indicated and knelt down before the chest and looked it over. She did not go to open it. “I will be, in a manner of speaking, though not without those rods~” she said in an almost lyrical, singsong tone. “I may need to use them before the day is out you see, depending on what the young lady knight has to say~” The truth at the moment was that she had no idea what was going to happen when she got her answer. She might even need to use them on the lady herself, if it came to it. She looked at the blacksmiths back and stared at him for a moment as a thought occurred to her. “Chloe Magnolia Chevalier, at your service my lord craftsman,” she said playfully without a hint of apparent sarcasm.

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

Luka moved her eyes toward Mimi's direction but made no actually attempt to move the rest of herself. By now the majority of her rage had been spent, her magic returning to its normal ground state as her dejected mood took full sway. The lightning arcs still sputtering half heartedly for the tip of her staff had turned a pale yellow colour from the iridescent white that they had been only moments before. This indicated to all that her magic had reverted to its ground state. Less power with more control. It also meant that whatever her mood was it was no longer of the violent nature. For the moment. “Oh, just, wonderful,” each word was said with slow, deliberate care that suggested anything but. “Another well paying job completed successfully.” Luka made no attempt to stand, or even move. The sparks from her staff had completely sputtered out. A darker mood overtook her. “Yeah, well paying, easy money, nothing at all weird about it at all,” she said in a flat monotone. “Nothing weird, weird, weird,” Luka trailed off with each repetition of the word as if falling into a sombre trance. … … …! “That Bastard! I'll kill him!” Luka roared to life, suddenly on her feet and full of energy. “Trick me will he? An easy job?! Do it himself would he? I'll break his scrawny little neck! Who the hell sends a comrade on a mission like that without telling her ALL of the details first!?” And just like that she snapped back and fell back into her chair and slumped backwards, a look of tired exasperation crossing her face as she rubbed the side of her face. Once again the bags under her eyes were in evidence and she had taken on a pale, doom ridden expression.“I'm so doomed.”