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The way some people spell makes me wonder about their pronunciation.
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They say it's about the journey, not the destination. This is true of many things. Pizza delivery is not one of them.
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TFW you know what you want to happen but the words aren't cooperating. Why is plot suddenly so much harder to write?
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So ded. Cannot brain. Just one massive poorly coordinated and balance-lacking headache. But don't send help. I don't want to people either. X.x
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Glad to see I'm not the only follower of Lord Cato, god of wisdom, on this most auspicious Superb Owl Sunday.
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I am an adult, though I don't usually act like it. I'm a voracious reader, and not overly picky about books. I am artistic in a variety of areas, including music, drawing, writing, and sculpting. I have a minor obsession with dragons, and love the color violet. Fantasy is my preferred genre, be it past, future, urban...as long as it has a fantasy flavor to it. I also like scifi, mystery, and some horror. I am crazy, and I like tormenting my characters. But I don't bite...much. ^.~
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@Belle Hear hear! Lovely. And I'm starting to get ideas. ...Kinda wanna work on a post myself. *flailing* I dunno if I can, but I wanna. OH. That's right, pm runic. *scurries off*
@TheMinorFall
He was using a clone of dust again, but it didn't matter. It was his, and it held a strong association. It would have been enough, had his next attack not disrupted her Sight. However she managed to connect to the energy he used in the process, and that told her what she needed to know. Amuné knew where there would be an opening, and she knew where to hit. She even managed to focus her power into a quick, surgical strike. Dust crumbled from his skin, and Tsitua fell back.
The young woman followed. Mae was in shock, but that was merely a distraction. He'd told her not to hold back, and so she would not. She continued her offensive, not giving her opponent a reprieve and taking advantage of his lapsed attention. He was centering himself again and that left him more open; precisely the time to attack. She lunged, moving in low for a judo-style throw. Her Sight was already stabilizing; with that her greatest advantage and a constant part of of her life, she'd honed it even more sharply than her fighting skill. And with it came the split-second warning of attacks and counters: if he should find a position to turn the throw to his advantage, she could switch to an uppercut at any point during the approach.
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Cera had seen ghouls in the past, but she'd never seen one like Orion revealed himself to be. Her awe quickly turned into annoyance as he went out the window. "Hey, don't you dare -- UGH!" He'd left her behind. Jerk. It wasn't like Bart was a stranger. The ghoul was -- had been -- a close friend. Cursing under her breath she sped out the door and to her truck. Tires squealed against the pavement as she pulled out of the drive, swung around, and headed after Orion. He might make it to the Upstairs before she did, but the vampire would not be left behind.
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Lucius tried to run Wolf through, but the ghoul used his kagune to fend off the attack and send the attacker flying. Curly came next, aiming to simply grab him and slam him into the nearest wall. Instead of avoiding the therian, this time Wolf accepted the attack and grabbed Curly right back, sinking teeth into a bulky shoulder and ripping a chunk free. The shifter hollered in pain and tried to punch and pull his way free, but he was securely caught. And then he too was flung across the room, landing atop the concealed Seline and disrupting her illusions.
That proved fatal for Zane. With his true location revealed, a flung spike penetrated his skull and brought a quick death. Without the golden gaze fixed on Wolf, the ghoul would find his energy returning at the rate it had left. The illusionist shrieked, trying to flail her way out from underneath the bulky Curly. It took him a couple moments to get up and pull her to her feet after, giving her a shove toward the kitchen door. "Stay clear, Seline," he murmured, voice tight with pain. She was not much of a fighter.
A window shattered, strewing glass across the floor, and a new combatant entered the field of battle. The wards on the Upstairs immediately dragged at what was perceived as another attacker. A non-employee, and killing intent, triggered them. However when he planted himself between Seline and Wolf, the smothering magic relented. He was a defender. He would not receive a boost, for he was not tied to the restaurant as the employees were, but he would not be hindered either.
He was using a clone of dust again, but it didn't matter. It was his, and it held a strong association. It would have been enough, had his next attack not disrupted her Sight. However she managed to connect to the energy he used in the process, and that told her what she needed to know. Amuné knew where there would be an opening, and she knew where to hit. She even managed to focus her power into a quick, surgical strike. Dust crumbled from his skin, and Tsitua fell back.
The young woman followed. Mae was in shock, but that was merely a distraction. He'd told her not to hold back, and so she would not. She continued her offensive, not giving her opponent a reprieve and taking advantage of his lapsed attention. He was centering himself again and that left him more open; precisely the time to attack. She lunged, moving in low for a judo-style throw. Her Sight was already stabilizing; with that her greatest advantage and a constant part of of her life, she'd honed it even more sharply than her fighting skill. And with it came the split-second warning of attacks and counters: if he should find a position to turn the throw to his advantage, she could switch to an uppercut at any point during the approach.
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Cera had seen ghouls in the past, but she'd never seen one like Orion revealed himself to be. Her awe quickly turned into annoyance as he went out the window. "Hey, don't you dare -- UGH!" He'd left her behind. Jerk. It wasn't like Bart was a stranger. The ghoul was -- had been -- a close friend. Cursing under her breath she sped out the door and to her truck. Tires squealed against the pavement as she pulled out of the drive, swung around, and headed after Orion. He might make it to the Upstairs before she did, but the vampire would not be left behind.
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Lucius tried to run Wolf through, but the ghoul used his kagune to fend off the attack and send the attacker flying. Curly came next, aiming to simply grab him and slam him into the nearest wall. Instead of avoiding the therian, this time Wolf accepted the attack and grabbed Curly right back, sinking teeth into a bulky shoulder and ripping a chunk free. The shifter hollered in pain and tried to punch and pull his way free, but he was securely caught. And then he too was flung across the room, landing atop the concealed Seline and disrupting her illusions.
That proved fatal for Zane. With his true location revealed, a flung spike penetrated his skull and brought a quick death. Without the golden gaze fixed on Wolf, the ghoul would find his energy returning at the rate it had left. The illusionist shrieked, trying to flail her way out from underneath the bulky Curly. It took him a couple moments to get up and pull her to her feet after, giving her a shove toward the kitchen door. "Stay clear, Seline," he murmured, voice tight with pain. She was not much of a fighter.
A window shattered, strewing glass across the floor, and a new combatant entered the field of battle. The wards on the Upstairs immediately dragged at what was perceived as another attacker. A non-employee, and killing intent, triggered them. However when he planted himself between Seline and Wolf, the smothering magic relented. He was a defender. He would not receive a boost, for he was not tied to the restaurant as the employees were, but he would not be hindered either.
Hm. Sini would teleport Lucius away before Wolf had enough time for a huge bite, most likely, but even if he's fast about that, she wouldn't let her underling go flying. Gonna switch Lucius for Curly, so things still work. <3 It's possible to hit them, and badly, but actually /holding/ them is extremely hard.
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@theminorfall <3 Yes, yes she would. And I trust you quite a bit, which means I tend to be more flexible about things even when I hadn't planned them. *glomp* Yee, my turn!
@RomanAria Oh yikes. Computer dying is the worst. *hugs* here's hoping you get a break soon.
@TheMinorFall DONE WITH POST. *collapses* Off to bed for shy. It's been a long day.
Bus WiFi had a fit. Dunno how solid it will be for the two hours remaining g, and then there's a train ride, but I will probably post completely sometime tonight. For now, have what I wrote over on subetea. For some reason subeta worked but RPG did not. O.o
((Fine by me))
The Seer nodded brusquely. If she'd encountered Tsitua in actual combat, she would have fled, and used her dirtiest tactics to let herself do so. But if he said to go all out, then she would. She fell easily into a ready stance, feet balanced, knees slightly bent, hands in a natural position a bit in front of her chest, though Amuné gave him a sharp look at his commentary about her magic. The suspicion in her eyes cleared after a moment, and she shook her head. "You are far more perceptive than most," she told him with a rueful smile. In general she had found that many nonhumans had a general awareness of if there was a supernatural signature of some kind, but no more. The sensitivity Tsitua displayed was uncomfortably precise, and seemed to be second nature.
As she waited for the cue to start, she extended her senses, letting the delicate threads flow outwards from her in a rushing wave. The young woman let the edges of the room serve was a boundary for the moment, seeing no need to go farther. Her technical control was superb, and the web she spun had no gaps. With a neat mental flip, Amuné dove into the ever-shifting landscape of her Sight. As the layered futures spread and combined before her, the constant holding pattern in her magic shifted. Where before it had been a limit, drawing loose pieces back into itself, now it blossomed like a flower, allowing them to spin outwards, still carefully controlled.
The moment the signal to begin was given she started moving. In towards Tsitua, though her first attack was a bluff, and she used a forearm to push the countering blow to one side as she moved in the other. The contact was accompanied by a surge of power as Amuné assessed her opponent, seeking details on strengths, flaws, and vulnerable points. In particular she was looking for places where focused strikes might disable even a portion of his abilities. It was a skill she had yet to master, but if he needed to hold back so she merely had a chance, then her best course was to find a way to bring him closer to her level.
The theory behind the skill was simple, though execution was anything but. The relationship between body, mind, and magic was complex but there were anchoring points where they came together. A precise jab could disrupt the connection, and even impair the flow of energy. However it was necessary to focus some of one's own energy into the attack, and Amuné had not perfected that ability yet.
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Cera looked up long enough to give her head a quick shake. "Better not," she said. "The neutrality pact is strictly enforced. Unless someone has taken direct action against the Upstairs and its staff, they can't get involved...at least not in any official capacity." Her eyes glittered with amusement. "Unofficially, employees are allowed to do as they see fit, and we can and have taken action, even as a group effort. But the protections we get by working Upstairs don't apply for those situations."
After a couple minutes of rapid button pushing and impatient scowls, Cera sighed and lifted the phone to her ear. "Hey Trill, where you at? Look, I know you don't like -- what? What happened?! ...Right, you take care. I'll be in touch."
The vampire got to her feet, expression solemn as she looked at her guest. "Your Wolf just showed Upstairs. And Bart's dead." Her voice had gone flat. "I'm heading over. At the least, there's folks who will need support. At worst...well."
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Curly's sweeping paw missed its mark, catching the ghoul's cloak, and his momentum kept him moving past. The swordswoman leaped back to avoid being tripped up, and her katana swept forward to prevent her opponent from coming too close even as she brought her longsword down at his kagune, trying to cut it off. The antimagic on the double-edged blade was useful against more than merely spells and enchantments: it was also more effective against most nonhumans, and wounds it inflicted burned painfully. The demon blocked with his spear but fell back when the haft was severed. "Sini!" he cried, tossing the bottom of his broken weapon aside. "On it," she replied, circling around to flank Wolf even as a new weapon, a double glaive with a metal staff, dropped into Lucius's empty hand. "I keep telling you to stop using those wooden spears. You should listen." Electricity danced down her katana and leaped towards Wolf as she attacked with both blades. She was an excellent fighter, considerably better than any of the other staff present, and presented Wolf with few openings. Her lightning missed as Wolf jumped to the ceiling, but Sini was quick to follow, a floating leap that wouldn't look out of place in an older martial arts movie bringing her level to press the attack. She couldn't cover distance as quickly midair, and when the ghoul leaped for the first of the Zane copies he put distance between them.
The golden-eyed man rippled as Wolf dove through him, his jaws closing on empty air. It was a mere illusion, and vanished now that it had been struck. The remaining copies split again, and they kept moving, some of them merging with others until there were again five. Lucius came up behind Wolf and tried to skewer him with the glaive. "You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?" he asked, dry amusement in his voice.
((Dunno if Amuné's skill would work, but that's her predicted plan pending knowledge of exploitable weaknesses.
Ghouls can live to be a hundred or more? I thought their rate of aging roughly mirrored humans'.
Guessing you want Orion and Cera to find out about the attack on the Upstairs. Got a way to make sure it happens~
Oh, and if you hit Seline -- the real one, and she's not 100% invisible, there is a bit of a shimmer where she really is -- then the illusions covering Zane will flicker. Might be a worthwhile strategy. ^.^))
The Seer nodded brusquely. If she'd encountered Tsitua in actual combat, she would have fled, and used her dirtiest tactics to let herself do so. But if he said to go all out, then she would. She fell easily into a ready stance, feet balanced, knees slightly bent, hands in a natural position a bit in front of her chest, though Amuné gave him a sharp look at his commentary about her magic. The suspicion in her eyes cleared after a moment, and she shook her head. "You are far more perceptive than most," she told him with a rueful smile. In general she had found that many nonhumans had a general awareness of if there was a supernatural signature of some kind, but no more. The sensitivity Tsitua displayed was uncomfortably precise, and seemed to be second nature.
As she waited for the cue to start, she extended her senses, letting the delicate threads flow outwards from her in a rushing wave. The young woman let the edges of the room serve was a boundary for the moment, seeing no need to go farther. Her technical control was superb, and the web she spun had no gaps. With a neat mental flip, Amuné dove into the ever-shifting landscape of her Sight. As the layered futures spread and combined before her, the constant holding pattern in her magic shifted. Where before it had been a limit, drawing loose pieces back into itself, now it blossomed like a flower, allowing them to spin outwards, still carefully controlled.
The moment the signal to begin was given she started moving. In towards Tsitua, though her first attack was a bluff, and she used a forearm to push the countering blow to one side as she moved in the other. The contact was accompanied by a surge of power as Amuné assessed her opponent, seeking details on strengths, flaws, and vulnerable points. In particular she was looking for places where focused strikes might disable even a portion of his abilities. It was a skill she had yet to master, but if he needed to hold back so she merely had a chance, then her best course was to find a way to bring him closer to her level.
The theory behind the skill was simple, though execution was anything but. The relationship between body, mind, and magic was complex but there were anchoring points where they came together. A precise jab could disrupt the connection, and even impair the flow of energy. However it was necessary to focus some of one's own energy into the attack, and Amuné had not perfected that ability yet.
---
Cera looked up long enough to give her head a quick shake. "Better not," she said. "The neutrality pact is strictly enforced. Unless someone has taken direct action against the Upstairs and its staff, they can't get involved...at least not in any official capacity." Her eyes glittered with amusement. "Unofficially, employees are allowed to do as they see fit, and we can and have taken action, even as a group effort. But the protections we get by working Upstairs don't apply for those situations."
After a couple minutes of rapid button pushing and impatient scowls, Cera sighed and lifted the phone to her ear. "Hey Trill, where you at? Look, I know you don't like -- what? What happened?! ...Right, you take care. I'll be in touch."
The vampire got to her feet, expression solemn as she looked at her guest. "Your Wolf just showed Upstairs. And Bart's dead." Her voice had gone flat. "I'm heading over. At the least, there's folks who will need support. At worst...well."
---
Curly's sweeping paw missed its mark, catching the ghoul's cloak, and his momentum kept him moving past. The swordswoman leaped back to avoid being tripped up, and her katana swept forward to prevent her opponent from coming too close even as she brought her longsword down at his kagune, trying to cut it off. The antimagic on the double-edged blade was useful against more than merely spells and enchantments: it was also more effective against most nonhumans, and wounds it inflicted burned painfully. The demon blocked with his spear but fell back when the haft was severed. "Sini!" he cried, tossing the bottom of his broken weapon aside. "On it," she replied, circling around to flank Wolf even as a new weapon, a double glaive with a metal staff, dropped into Lucius's empty hand. "I keep telling you to stop using those wooden spears. You should listen." Electricity danced down her katana and leaped towards Wolf as she attacked with both blades. She was an excellent fighter, considerably better than any of the other staff present, and presented Wolf with few openings. Her lightning missed as Wolf jumped to the ceiling, but Sini was quick to follow, a floating leap that wouldn't look out of place in an older martial arts movie bringing her level to press the attack. She couldn't cover distance as quickly midair, and when the ghoul leaped for the first of the Zane copies he put distance between them.
The golden-eyed man rippled as Wolf dove through him, his jaws closing on empty air. It was a mere illusion, and vanished now that it had been struck. The remaining copies split again, and they kept moving, some of them merging with others until there were again five. Lucius came up behind Wolf and tried to skewer him with the glaive. "You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?" he asked, dry amusement in his voice.
((Dunno if Amuné's skill would work, but that's her predicted plan pending knowledge of exploitable weaknesses.
Ghouls can live to be a hundred or more? I thought their rate of aging roughly mirrored humans'.
Guessing you want Orion and Cera to find out about the attack on the Upstairs. Got a way to make sure it happens~
Oh, and if you hit Seline -- the real one, and she's not 100% invisible, there is a bit of a shimmer where she really is -- then the illusions covering Zane will flicker. Might be a worthwhile strategy. ^.^))
@theminorfall has Seline isn't mobilizing openly, and there are noncombatant staff in various states of composure, so she's not all that out of place. I focused on the fighters. ANYHOW time to start writing! *wriggles*
EDIT: on second thought,the mere two hours' sleeps got last night is hitting me hard now. I had to retype this five time just to be coherent. See yalateew!
EDIT: on second thought,the mere two hours' sleeps got last night is hitting me hard now. I had to retype this five time just to be coherent. See yalateew!
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