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“I told you, mean no harm. I am just a humble seminary. You look down on your luck; do you need help?”
Miriam cursed her current fatigue. She should have run out of here ages ago, but now he had caught up! The girl debated with herself intensely. Trust or not to trust? It was a hard fight. She'd been raised to instinctively trust a man of the cloth, however the nuns frequently warned her about the wolves in sheep's clothing; or sinners in a priest's robes. If she had a way to discern his true nature, then this would be so much easier. Sadly, she wasn't the kind of Unnatural to posses an ability like that.
Just as she was about to reach a decision (must likely to run) a bird landed on her shoulder.
"Huah!?" Miriam, already nervous and high strung, jumped up in complete surprise, flailing her arms about and hitting her knee on the garbage dump. "Gah!"
T-wa-wa-waaang-ng~! The empty metal container echoed loudly through the night.
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Today's the first time in a long time that I've felt empty. Not even sad or tired, just empty. This quarantine is getting to me more than I thought.
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That doesn't sound kweepy at all, nope. Not one bit. At all.
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Lies.
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Lies.
Hm? Well, Miriam's currently just hiding out, so your character could bump into her while she's on the move. Or she could even meet him while he's heavily injured after a bad encounter. Either way is fine.
Meruin wanted to point out that she wouldn't give Tyler over a minute, but she was rather busy chanting. She saw Mutt charging at her, but she didn't worry:
That was what the barriers were for, after all.
The rocks simply bounded of her reflective barrier, severely draining its strength. Meruin was just about relieved when the boulders stopped hitting, when Mutt came flying at her with about as much force. He was close enough to Meruin that she was actually a bit worried, and might have even stopped chanting to try and dodge his swing. Thankfully for her, one of the many runed papers on the floor activated.
A quick explanation for these papers; each of them have various effects, ranging from sapping out magic from a spell, or simple things like blowing up, or even controling the mind of a person. If you recall, Meruin had scattered these in papers, but in a specific order, made to make getting to her more difficult. The papers nearest to her had a single function . . .
The moment Mutt's swing was about to connect, the papers below him glowed bright, and he was teleported right on top of Tyler.
That was what the barriers were for, after all.
The rocks simply bounded of her reflective barrier, severely draining its strength. Meruin was just about relieved when the boulders stopped hitting, when Mutt came flying at her with about as much force. He was close enough to Meruin that she was actually a bit worried, and might have even stopped chanting to try and dodge his swing. Thankfully for her, one of the many runed papers on the floor activated.
A quick explanation for these papers; each of them have various effects, ranging from sapping out magic from a spell, or simple things like blowing up, or even controling the mind of a person. If you recall, Meruin had scattered these in papers, but in a specific order, made to make getting to her more difficult. The papers nearest to her had a single function . . .
The moment Mutt's swing was about to connect, the papers below him glowed bright, and he was teleported right on top of Tyler.
"Hey, wait, I mean no harm stranger!"
As if Miriam would actually believe that. Well . . . actually, she would. Indeed she would very much like to believe it, but now wasn't the time to be recklessly trusting others. She would wait until she was somewhere safer for people like her.
And so she kept running, not even bothering to look back. She was delayed slightly when she had some difficulty climbing over the fence of the cemetery, but she didn't hear anyone anymore, so she assumed they'd given up chase. Still, she kept running. It wasn't good to assume things like that just yet. Miriam ran straight into the nearest alley. Despite the cold that it brought, she was thankful for the night - it made moving about without being spotted much easier. She hid behind a dumpster and observed the area behind her for a moment, checking to see if there was anyone pursuing her.
Miriam gripped her cloak tightly. The girl wasn't physically inept by any means, in fact, years of constantly moving about has made her quite fit, but she was weakened with hunger. Her last meal had been a week ago, and she hadn't drunk anything since yesterday. Even simply running off like this was enough to make her tired now.
Things like this were regular problems for Unnatural's on the run. Food, water, shelter; all these thing were deprived from them. Some had a natural repository of such things; either gifts from supporters or something they've already had in store. Others turned to stealing. It was the only other way left, and the logical choice for people such as them. Miriam, however, has never once and never will steal. She will beg, she will even eat out of the garbage if she had to, but she will not steal. Some people might call her foolish for her choice, but she didn't care. Her own pain wasn't enough to bring her to cause the same for others.
And so Miriam knelt there, waiting for pursuers and prepared to flee as far as she could before passing out.
As if Miriam would actually believe that. Well . . . actually, she would. Indeed she would very much like to believe it, but now wasn't the time to be recklessly trusting others. She would wait until she was somewhere safer for people like her.
And so she kept running, not even bothering to look back. She was delayed slightly when she had some difficulty climbing over the fence of the cemetery, but she didn't hear anyone anymore, so she assumed they'd given up chase. Still, she kept running. It wasn't good to assume things like that just yet. Miriam ran straight into the nearest alley. Despite the cold that it brought, she was thankful for the night - it made moving about without being spotted much easier. She hid behind a dumpster and observed the area behind her for a moment, checking to see if there was anyone pursuing her.
Miriam gripped her cloak tightly. The girl wasn't physically inept by any means, in fact, years of constantly moving about has made her quite fit, but she was weakened with hunger. Her last meal had been a week ago, and she hadn't drunk anything since yesterday. Even simply running off like this was enough to make her tired now.
Things like this were regular problems for Unnatural's on the run. Food, water, shelter; all these thing were deprived from them. Some had a natural repository of such things; either gifts from supporters or something they've already had in store. Others turned to stealing. It was the only other way left, and the logical choice for people such as them. Miriam, however, has never once and never will steal. She will beg, she will even eat out of the garbage if she had to, but she will not steal. Some people might call her foolish for her choice, but she didn't care. Her own pain wasn't enough to bring her to cause the same for others.
And so Miriam knelt there, waiting for pursuers and prepared to flee as far as she could before passing out.
Eh, not really mini-sun, more of, say, meteorite?
As for the reason for this hot piece of overkill . . . well, Meruin isn't a fighter, she doesn't really see the difference between a 'fight' and a 'spar' so in general thinks she has to go full force every time this happens xD
As for the reason for this hot piece of overkill . . . well, Meruin isn't a fighter, she doesn't really see the difference between a 'fight' and a 'spar' so in general thinks she has to go full force every time this happens xD
Meruin inhaled, composing herself and gathering energy. She felt the relief that most mages feel whenever their about to release a particularly strenuous spell.
The door is now shut,
My request has been answered,
and power is my gift.
Terra! Vulcan!
The cracked earth rose up, and traces of orange liquid heat went up with it. Magma and lava was clumped together in a large mass that was steadily rising in the air as the earth continued shaking. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sol gather mana for a spell. She wasn't sure what kind of spell, nut judging from past precedent, it was probably a wind based spell. Meruin exhaled and prepared to unleash her spell.
My request has been answered,
and power is my gift.
Terra! Vulcan!
The cracked earth rose up, and traces of orange liquid heat went up with it. Magma and lava was clumped together in a large mass that was steadily rising in the air as the earth continued shaking. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sol gather mana for a spell. She wasn't sure what kind of spell, nut judging from past precedent, it was probably a wind based spell. Meruin exhaled and prepared to unleash her spell.
Probably should make one of our own, to make the battlegrounds more impartial. The arena ready battlegrounds could give a natural advantage to the either of us really.
Queens, Woodside, Saint Michael's Cemetery
Miriam shuddered as she walked and huddled closer to her blanket as she walked down the road. The night was cold, but that wasn't anything new. Honestly though, she'd have liked it if she could find a more comfortable place to stay where she wouldn't be hunted down.
Oh well, beggars can't be choosers, she thought. The Cemetery really was an excellent place to hide. Even though there was the staff or some occasional mourner who'd come by she was scarcely noticed. She wasn't sure if this was due to the clothes she was wearing or because hiding behind a crypt and only coming out at night tended to scare most people away. Oh well.
Still, this was her last night here. She'd heard tell of small gatherings of Unnatural's like her at Brooklyn. If she could get there it would finally be goodbye to having to be constantly on the move, constantly hungry, constantly afraid, and best of all, it would be an end to constantly being alone.
Miriam missed her friends. No, it would be better to say she missed people in general. Ever since she'd been on the run three years ago, she never even had time to talk to people, for fear of being turned in to the government. She desperately wanted someone she could trust or even someone she could just talk to. She hated feeling lonely like this. The only consolation she had that kept her dying from this depression (and she was unsure if this was simple hyperbole or literal fact . . .) was the fact that she was never alone. She knew God was on her side at all times, and for now, that would suffice.
"Hey, you there! What're you doin' here, the Cemetery's closed!"
It was also times like this when she wondered why God kept testing her faith so . . .
Miriam didn't even look back or answer, and simply broke into a run - which was rather difficult considering the travel bag she was lugging. In the wake of the Civil War, even public places like cemetery's were patrolled regularly and closed of at certain times; this was because certain abilities of Unnatural's involved the usage of the diseased, and as such she was here illegally and would be detained if caught. She couldn't afford that now. Getting caught meant getting arrested, getting arrested meant the police, police meant files and records of Unnatural's, and that all lead up to the government, which would end up with her back in a facility.
Miriam shuddered as she ran.
Miriam shuddered as she walked and huddled closer to her blanket as she walked down the road. The night was cold, but that wasn't anything new. Honestly though, she'd have liked it if she could find a more comfortable place to stay where she wouldn't be hunted down.
Oh well, beggars can't be choosers, she thought. The Cemetery really was an excellent place to hide. Even though there was the staff or some occasional mourner who'd come by she was scarcely noticed. She wasn't sure if this was due to the clothes she was wearing or because hiding behind a crypt and only coming out at night tended to scare most people away. Oh well.
Still, this was her last night here. She'd heard tell of small gatherings of Unnatural's like her at Brooklyn. If she could get there it would finally be goodbye to having to be constantly on the move, constantly hungry, constantly afraid, and best of all, it would be an end to constantly being alone.
Miriam missed her friends. No, it would be better to say she missed people in general. Ever since she'd been on the run three years ago, she never even had time to talk to people, for fear of being turned in to the government. She desperately wanted someone she could trust or even someone she could just talk to. She hated feeling lonely like this. The only consolation she had that kept her dying from this depression (and she was unsure if this was simple hyperbole or literal fact . . .) was the fact that she was never alone. She knew God was on her side at all times, and for now, that would suffice.
"Hey, you there! What're you doin' here, the Cemetery's closed!"
It was also times like this when she wondered why God kept testing her faith so . . .
Miriam didn't even look back or answer, and simply broke into a run - which was rather difficult considering the travel bag she was lugging. In the wake of the Civil War, even public places like cemetery's were patrolled regularly and closed of at certain times; this was because certain abilities of Unnatural's involved the usage of the diseased, and as such she was here illegally and would be detained if caught. She couldn't afford that now. Getting caught meant getting arrested, getting arrested meant the police, police meant files and records of Unnatural's, and that all lead up to the government, which would end up with her back in a facility.
Miriam shuddered as she ran.
Well . . . maybe I exaggerated a little. He's not that bad in all honesty, but he's a little . . . extreme I guess? for Miriam's tastes.
Heh, my character starts out in a cemetary in queens. Gonna take awhile to get there xD
Also, for someone who isn't a native to America, it's funny how RP'ing has given me knowledge of how to commute to places I've never been! (like that one RP I had where the setting was in Afghanistan of all places . . . )
Heh, my character starts out in a cemetary in queens. Gonna take awhile to get there xD
Also, for someone who isn't a native to America, it's funny how RP'ing has given me knowledge of how to commute to places I've never been! (like that one RP I had where the setting was in Afghanistan of all places . . . )
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