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You already know how I feel, Tree.
T'was a happy one, thanks to the rain. Always a good day when it rains.
Nope. I don't have much fondness for theater settings. Might watch it online with friends after a few years of playing catch-up with everything else.
EDIT: Mobile annoys. To whomever is Rider, Ophelia's set up for a scenario to be hunted down. I'm just iffy about making her fight a PC Servant, atm. Figured, a game of cat and snake might be interesting.
EDIT: Mobile annoys. To whomever is Rider, Ophelia's set up for a scenario to be hunted down. I'm just iffy about making her fight a PC Servant, atm. Figured, a game of cat and snake might be interesting.
"Gggraaawwhhh!!!" Ophelia roared, slamming her fists into the layered wall; caving it in, little by little, as the environment froze around her. As the heat slipped away, and the chill settled in, the flames of her passion whipped up steam that was freezing cold... 'It's cold. I'm cold. I hate the cold.' realized the enraged brunette, slowing her attacks, and dragging her claws down the half-smashed wall. ~Ignore it! Anchin is escaping!~ Kiyohime says, with a sense of urgency, as Ophelia was stopping. "Grrrr...." she growled, and stood back up, shaking. Suddenly, her right hand slammed into her knee, buckling her in place, and curled around her knee. "Grrraaahh!!" she roared, before slamming into both knees, and slamming her fist into the iced over liquid. "Rrraahh!! Grraaa!!! Aaanncchhii--!!!"
In a burst of fire and might, Ophelia smahed through the ice, and splashed into the sewage. Hastily, she grabbed the lip of the hole she made, and Kiyohime's transformation retreated. Crawling out of the hole, Ophelia shivered on hand-and-knee from the combination of putrid waste and frozen water; immediately, her body commanded a safety purge, and her stomach emptied beneath her. Shaking, she raised a fist, and punched down; Kiyohime's card taking the impact. "Next time..." she groaned, "...you'll burn." Kiyohime huffed, unimpressed, and unamused. ~I'm covered in sewage and your vomit. I'd rather burn at this point.~ she says.
Ophelia narrowed her eyes, and retrieved her flour sack from her back pocket. Lifting Kiyohime's card, she dropped it into the bag, and dipped it into the sewage, before taking a whiff. ~What are you doing!? Kiyohime asks, before Ophelia gagged, and threw up into the bag. ~YOU VILE HUMAN!!!~ she roared, as Ophelia tied shut the fetid bag off. "Don't cross me again," Ophelia snarled, rising to her feet, "You are powerful, only through me. You'll stay in that bag, in that state, until I feel clean... Until then, scream in your impotent rage, and suffer your Empress's wrath."
~A victory in your favor, if only small, my Empress. You can only mete out such a punishment in such a situation. Obedience cannot be gained, like this, but, so many times.~ Lucius lectured, resuming his advisor position. "It won't happen again, my Primipilus..." Ophelia says, holding her stomach. "I need to tend to my wounds, fatigue, and find a hiding place. Surely, that man is not without backup," she says, logically, "If he thinks I'm still Kiyohime chasing him, as I was, he won't suspect I've regained myself, and left." Lucius hummed in agreement, and fell onto a thinking silence. ~In times of mine, one such place to be lain away in silence would be a brothel or a house of drink. However, on of your age couldn't stay in such places safely.~ he said, after a time. Ophelia paused, using Lucius's shield to bash down a service entrance door. "I can... in a sense..." she huffed, tired as sin from her cold. "In this day and age, we call such places," she looked down the road, "Motels."
~Such a small place, easy to defense, to react, to escape.~ Lucius says. "And, hot enough water..." Ophelia says, staggering to it. Upon reaching it, ducking various questions, and fronting twice the yen for a week's stay in the room of her choice, Ophelia found herself siting under a screaming showerhead that pumped out water that was, surprisingly, hot. In her hands, she held Lucius's and Kiyohime's cards, and let the water clean them off -- Kiyohime was only spared a night in the toilet, because, Lucius assured Ophelia he would step in, if Kiyohime stepped out of line. Needless to say, the love-lusting serpent was pissed, but, fell in line.
"Hopefully, this all blows over in the week," Ophelia says. "Paid in cash, so no credit trail. Convenience stores a quick hop out the window," she details, "so, we are able to eat and sleep without worrying about that man popping in. If he does, though, we can rabbit easily enough with forewarning." Kiyohime huffed, ~ You sound like you're pretty competent at this.~ Ophelia smirked, and lied back in the shower, letting the tub fill with water. "Even us rich girls have our rebellion period," she says, twisting the taps off with her feet, "I'm practiced, we'll say. Now, time for a nap before tonight's shopping for a week's convenience feast."
~Goodnight, Empress.~ Lucius says. Kiyohime hissed, but, held her tongue. ~Rest yourself, Kiyohime. This is an alliance. Follow, my Empress, and fortune will follow you.~ Kiyohime scoffed, ~I will admit, she overcame me better than my last Master... Perhaps...~
Ophelia groaned, "Sleeeepp please..." before passing out; Lucius and Kiyohime falling silent.
@The Irish Tree
In a burst of fire and might, Ophelia smahed through the ice, and splashed into the sewage. Hastily, she grabbed the lip of the hole she made, and Kiyohime's transformation retreated. Crawling out of the hole, Ophelia shivered on hand-and-knee from the combination of putrid waste and frozen water; immediately, her body commanded a safety purge, and her stomach emptied beneath her. Shaking, she raised a fist, and punched down; Kiyohime's card taking the impact. "Next time..." she groaned, "...you'll burn." Kiyohime huffed, unimpressed, and unamused. ~I'm covered in sewage and your vomit. I'd rather burn at this point.~ she says.
Ophelia narrowed her eyes, and retrieved her flour sack from her back pocket. Lifting Kiyohime's card, she dropped it into the bag, and dipped it into the sewage, before taking a whiff. ~What are you doing!? Kiyohime asks, before Ophelia gagged, and threw up into the bag. ~YOU VILE HUMAN!!!~ she roared, as Ophelia tied shut the fetid bag off. "Don't cross me again," Ophelia snarled, rising to her feet, "You are powerful, only through me. You'll stay in that bag, in that state, until I feel clean... Until then, scream in your impotent rage, and suffer your Empress's wrath."
~A victory in your favor, if only small, my Empress. You can only mete out such a punishment in such a situation. Obedience cannot be gained, like this, but, so many times.~ Lucius lectured, resuming his advisor position. "It won't happen again, my Primipilus..." Ophelia says, holding her stomach. "I need to tend to my wounds, fatigue, and find a hiding place. Surely, that man is not without backup," she says, logically, "If he thinks I'm still Kiyohime chasing him, as I was, he won't suspect I've regained myself, and left." Lucius hummed in agreement, and fell onto a thinking silence. ~In times of mine, one such place to be lain away in silence would be a brothel or a house of drink. However, on of your age couldn't stay in such places safely.~ he said, after a time. Ophelia paused, using Lucius's shield to bash down a service entrance door. "I can... in a sense..." she huffed, tired as sin from her cold. "In this day and age, we call such places," she looked down the road, "Motels."
~Such a small place, easy to defense, to react, to escape.~ Lucius says. "And, hot enough water..." Ophelia says, staggering to it. Upon reaching it, ducking various questions, and fronting twice the yen for a week's stay in the room of her choice, Ophelia found herself siting under a screaming showerhead that pumped out water that was, surprisingly, hot. In her hands, she held Lucius's and Kiyohime's cards, and let the water clean them off -- Kiyohime was only spared a night in the toilet, because, Lucius assured Ophelia he would step in, if Kiyohime stepped out of line. Needless to say, the love-lusting serpent was pissed, but, fell in line.
"Hopefully, this all blows over in the week," Ophelia says. "Paid in cash, so no credit trail. Convenience stores a quick hop out the window," she details, "so, we are able to eat and sleep without worrying about that man popping in. If he does, though, we can rabbit easily enough with forewarning." Kiyohime huffed, ~ You sound like you're pretty competent at this.~ Ophelia smirked, and lied back in the shower, letting the tub fill with water. "Even us rich girls have our rebellion period," she says, twisting the taps off with her feet, "I'm practiced, we'll say. Now, time for a nap before tonight's shopping for a week's convenience feast."
~Goodnight, Empress.~ Lucius says. Kiyohime hissed, but, held her tongue. ~Rest yourself, Kiyohime. This is an alliance. Follow, my Empress, and fortune will follow you.~ Kiyohime scoffed, ~I will admit, she overcame me better than my last Master... Perhaps...~
Ophelia groaned, "Sleeeepp please..." before passing out; Lucius and Kiyohime falling silent.
@The Irish Tree
Dutifully, Ophelia followed her Anchin, shoving everything that stood in her way aside; blinded by ignored passion that was forced to the surface, unbidden, by Kiyohime's powerful influence. The world that surrounded her presented no challenge, no threat, only nuisances to overcome or bypass with brute, unyielding force. Seamus couldn't escape her, not with Kiyohime's Stalking in full effect; her mind only knew of him, saw him, needed him... it was hell on her thoughts, slowly dissolving her sense of will as she moved forward. Spying him drop into the manhole, she followed without fail...
...and came to see the vastness of the sewer system. It was rivers of sewage, left and right, back and forth... rivers... everywhere... Ophelia trembled, enraged that her Anchin would flee from her, once more, as he did, back then. Across the riverbed. Seeking sanctuary in the temple. "Grrrraaahhh~!" she bellowed, the roar hybridized human and dragon, yet hissing underneath like a den of snake roused in anger. In bursts, Kiyohime's scales began to coat her arms and hands; stealing her fingers and gilding her arms to her elbows in the snow-white, scale keratin.
Into the water, murky and rotten, she plunged, and waded. Seeking, in desperation, old, yet unresolved. Lucius held his silence. If his Empress couldn't overcome her most troublesome first subject, on her own, she would be unable to advance. This was her first, real trial in this war of Servants and Masters...
He had to let her fight on her own here.
...and came to see the vastness of the sewer system. It was rivers of sewage, left and right, back and forth... rivers... everywhere... Ophelia trembled, enraged that her Anchin would flee from her, once more, as he did, back then. Across the riverbed. Seeking sanctuary in the temple. "Grrrraaahhh~!" she bellowed, the roar hybridized human and dragon, yet hissing underneath like a den of snake roused in anger. In bursts, Kiyohime's scales began to coat her arms and hands; stealing her fingers and gilding her arms to her elbows in the snow-white, scale keratin.
Into the water, murky and rotten, she plunged, and waded. Seeking, in desperation, old, yet unresolved. Lucius held his silence. If his Empress couldn't overcome her most troublesome first subject, on her own, she would be unable to advance. This was her first, real trial in this war of Servants and Masters...
He had to let her fight on her own here.
It was with a grunt and a groan that Ophelia slammed into the pavement, bounced to the sidewalk, and popped onto her feet; brushing off her rather ornate and elegant kimono, erasing dirt from the soft, teal-green fabric. “My, my, sturdier than I thought,” she purred, fetching her paper fan, Samadhi, and unfolding it. “Such an exciting man, so wild and fast,” Ophelia said, fanning herself. “Wait? What? No! No, no, no, no, hellll no!” she says, snapping the fan shut. ~He is fetching, isn’t he?~ Kiyohime asks, very glad that Seamus happened to be fetching male, and Ophelia a young female; it made taking control so much easier. ~He isn’t far. We aren’t far. Go to him, our Anchin.~ Ophelia groaned, shaking her head. “I won’t...” she says, slowly breaking due to Kiyohime's double-edged skill, Stalking.
“I’m not so weak-willed!” Ophelia couldn't shake Seamus from her thoughts, though. ~Weak-willed? To love? To passion? Silly child, you are so young and foolish.~ Kiyohime teases. “I am not!” Ophelia countered. “I don’t have time for love and passion,” she says, trying to resist falling to temptations, “I’m a Sander, first and foremost,” her eyes narrowed, the sun-kissed yellow of Kiyohime’s serpentine eyes overwrote her natural born crimson iris, but not their seriousness. ~And, blood should interfere with nature? I was born a headman’s daughter, and yet, I swept it all away for my Anchin. So, too, should you.~ There was barely an argument – more like an suggestive order to follow from the bottom of her heart... and damned teenage hormones.
“Yes,” Ophelia says, cracking further, and listening to her heart, as Kiyohime’s honey-sweet words wrapped around it, like a snake. “I should go to Anchin!” she mewled, looking down the road. Seamus hadn’t gotten far. “But, shouldn’t I bring him something first,” she puzzled, “A meal?” Kiyohime nodded, agreeing. ~A meal would do great for him. But, first, you have to get him in your possession.~ Ophelia nodded, and drew her fan open. In her mind, she knew that Seamus wouldn’t notice her without good reason.
“I’ll get him,” she says, reduced to almost the same mental state as Mitsugi. However, unlike Mitsugi, she had a secondary personality, of sorts, and Lucius would tame her, if she got out of hand. However, he knew better than to interfere with the flights of fancy of a woman; especially, if she perceived herself in love and was the current emulation of Kiyohime. It would be embarrassing, and he would console her in quieter moments, but, for now, he would let this play out, as it would.
Ophelia was stronger, in intelligence, than Mitsugi, so, at the very least, there wouldn’t be fires to put out.
“Anchin~!” Ophelia cooed, literally shoving parked cars out of her way, as she marched over to Seamus.
At least, physical ones.
“I’m not so weak-willed!” Ophelia couldn't shake Seamus from her thoughts, though. ~Weak-willed? To love? To passion? Silly child, you are so young and foolish.~ Kiyohime teases. “I am not!” Ophelia countered. “I don’t have time for love and passion,” she says, trying to resist falling to temptations, “I’m a Sander, first and foremost,” her eyes narrowed, the sun-kissed yellow of Kiyohime’s serpentine eyes overwrote her natural born crimson iris, but not their seriousness. ~And, blood should interfere with nature? I was born a headman’s daughter, and yet, I swept it all away for my Anchin. So, too, should you.~ There was barely an argument – more like an suggestive order to follow from the bottom of her heart... and damned teenage hormones.
“Yes,” Ophelia says, cracking further, and listening to her heart, as Kiyohime’s honey-sweet words wrapped around it, like a snake. “I should go to Anchin!” she mewled, looking down the road. Seamus hadn’t gotten far. “But, shouldn’t I bring him something first,” she puzzled, “A meal?” Kiyohime nodded, agreeing. ~A meal would do great for him. But, first, you have to get him in your possession.~ Ophelia nodded, and drew her fan open. In her mind, she knew that Seamus wouldn’t notice her without good reason.
“I’ll get him,” she says, reduced to almost the same mental state as Mitsugi. However, unlike Mitsugi, she had a secondary personality, of sorts, and Lucius would tame her, if she got out of hand. However, he knew better than to interfere with the flights of fancy of a woman; especially, if she perceived herself in love and was the current emulation of Kiyohime. It would be embarrassing, and he would console her in quieter moments, but, for now, he would let this play out, as it would.
Ophelia was stronger, in intelligence, than Mitsugi, so, at the very least, there wouldn’t be fires to put out.
“Anchin~!” Ophelia cooed, literally shoving parked cars out of her way, as she marched over to Seamus.
At least, physical ones.
Due to the length of the collaboration, and being, I think, in the "future," so to speak, I'mma hold off on a standalone post for Ophelia until Friday, so she can be set up for interaction with another member of the cast, or a new Case can become available for her to slot into, as hers closed.
A simple grunt of exertion sounded, as Ophelia sank her shield into the flooring -- letting the fireballs impact and shatter; scattering away like clouds of flour from a counter-top. ~This is mildly favorable, Empress. Berserker has no advantage over myself, a Shielder. However, the opposite holds true, as well. All we hope for, here, is a war of attrition...~ Lucius held a moment's silence, before finishing, ~Berserker's forte.~ Ophelia curled her lips into a sneer, and hefted her shield. "I have no intention of letting some two-bit trollop overtake my position," she says, steeling her resolve and footing, as she marched forward against the assault of flames, "Not today. Not tomorrow. Not EVER."
In the midst of her monologue of devotion to being Alpha Bitch, Ophelia was looking for a weapon. As fine a weapon as her shield -- standing as tall as she, three of her wide, and made of magical spirit iron -- was, it was still a shield. It's primary purpose was defense, and limited offense; to swing it around like a flattened out club was to waste energy and open opportunity. 'If I can get close enough to throw flour at her...' Ophelia grimaced, and hunkered down where she stood. 'That sound! So annoying!'
~Embrace it, Empress. The wartime sounds of battle are chilling, unless you embrace it.~ Lucius consoled his Master, ~Embrace it, so you cannot be swayed in your march. Surely, sometime lies before you to cull this fire.~ Ophelia grit her teeth, and reached into her flour divination sack; taking a large handful, and cramming it into her mouth. It was a nervous habit turned into a compulsion that brought a moment of inspiration, as she closed her eyes and let the bitter, chalky grain powder soften and thicken in her mouth.
All too sudden, Ophelia opened her eyes, and spat out the flour paste. "I know what to do," she said, as she scanned for a fire extinguisher. Eyes darting up the hall, she saw one, resting in its regular interval, seven feet behind Mitsugi. "Here goes everything!" Ophelia shouted, jumping back, and rearing back with the shield.
Lucius reminded her that she had merely seconds to do this right, and would find little, perhaps, no, opportunity to do it twice. Aware, Ophelia stomped surged forth, and threw her entire body weight forward with all her might; sending the shield ahead of her, and straight at Mitsugi. The Berserker Master had two options: duck or deflect.
Ether way, the opening existed for Ophelia to break the fire extinguisher free of its housing, and get behind her.
In the midst of her monologue of devotion to being Alpha Bitch, Ophelia was looking for a weapon. As fine a weapon as her shield -- standing as tall as she, three of her wide, and made of magical spirit iron -- was, it was still a shield. It's primary purpose was defense, and limited offense; to swing it around like a flattened out club was to waste energy and open opportunity. 'If I can get close enough to throw flour at her...' Ophelia grimaced, and hunkered down where she stood. 'That sound! So annoying!'
~Embrace it, Empress. The wartime sounds of battle are chilling, unless you embrace it.~ Lucius consoled his Master, ~Embrace it, so you cannot be swayed in your march. Surely, sometime lies before you to cull this fire.~ Ophelia grit her teeth, and reached into her flour divination sack; taking a large handful, and cramming it into her mouth. It was a nervous habit turned into a compulsion that brought a moment of inspiration, as she closed her eyes and let the bitter, chalky grain powder soften and thicken in her mouth.
All too sudden, Ophelia opened her eyes, and spat out the flour paste. "I know what to do," she said, as she scanned for a fire extinguisher. Eyes darting up the hall, she saw one, resting in its regular interval, seven feet behind Mitsugi. "Here goes everything!" Ophelia shouted, jumping back, and rearing back with the shield.
Lucius reminded her that she had merely seconds to do this right, and would find little, perhaps, no, opportunity to do it twice. Aware, Ophelia stomped surged forth, and threw her entire body weight forward with all her might; sending the shield ahead of her, and straight at Mitsugi. The Berserker Master had two options: duck or deflect.
Ether way, the opening existed for Ophelia to break the fire extinguisher free of its housing, and get behind her.
Snakes. Slithering. Hissing. Slipping between the cracks of her focus, into the forefront of her mind, and into her magic. Ophelia snarled, as the foreign magic encroached upon her own, and forced it back... down. No woman forced her to move -- neither physically nor metaphysically. ~Empress...~ Lucius opened dialog, however, he didn't press, as he knew Ophelia's temper was raised beyond honeyed words of calming.
Instead, he got himself prepared for her. Ophelia's left hand curled around a handful of flour, while her right slid into her bra, and curled around a playing card. Her eyes narrowed, as she pinpointed the hisses, and settled on the green-haired girl. In a singular instance, she whipped her flour-filled hand at Mitsugi -- polluting the air around her head -- and crushed Lucius's card.
Forward, she flung herself, as a mammoth iron shield in the style of an Roman scutum formed; destined to slam into the girl.
@The Irish Tree
Instead, he got himself prepared for her. Ophelia's left hand curled around a handful of flour, while her right slid into her bra, and curled around a playing card. Her eyes narrowed, as she pinpointed the hisses, and settled on the green-haired girl. In a singular instance, she whipped her flour-filled hand at Mitsugi -- polluting the air around her head -- and crushed Lucius's card.
Forward, she flung herself, as a mammoth iron shield in the style of an Roman scutum formed; destined to slam into the girl.
@The Irish Tree
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