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"Ah... It's ok. Nice to meet you too."
As the wolf padded forward she carefully presented her hand, letting the creature acquaint itself with her scent to put it at ease. Once it was comfortable with her she would give it a gentle pet along the ear, it's soft fur running along her pale delicate fingers.
"Ehh, I'm the one who should apologise, And don't worry, Kiyoshi here won't harm you, whenever he's not in combat he's just like a puppy. I'm Noriko, and this is my sister, Fuyuko."
"It is a pleasure to meet you both." Sophia looked from one to the other. While both of them still seemed wary of her Noriko was the more relaxed of the two, Fuyuko still looking at her with some suspicion.
"Ohh awesome! I'm going to guess those ravens are yours, that's a neat move!"
Without any change in her placid expression she simply nodded. Though there were only a couple of her ravens nearby, the rest distributed further into the woods and all over the town, it seemed this magical girl had pinned their presence to her. Given how she's already demonstrated notable abilities of detection thus far given how she was able to find her in the first place it did not surprise her that she able to trace her conjurations to their source.
"Very astute of you." She answered calmly. There was still the possibility of this situation turning ugly but from appearances it seemed neither of these two were looking to take advantage of this moment of weakness of hers. She had good cause to fear for her own safety seeing as she was outnumbered but she did not allow that to color her attitude. Hex Night or not they were still magical girls, deserving of common courtesy and politeness at the very least. More than that they were still people. While people are often unpredictable she could not allow herself to treat the people she strove to protect from the shades like wild animals.
"Uh... If you don't mind my asking, This got me wondering... What is it that brings you to these woods? There isn't trouble nearby, is there?"
She shut her eyes briefly, enjoying the fresh air's cool touch on her skin as her long wavy black hair gently swayed in the breeze.
"No." Her eyes locked with Fuyuko's own icy blue gaze. "I'm simply acquainting myself with this town and it's residents. I find nature relaxing, well removed from the many distractions of urban life."
She looked down from Fuyuko to their large wolf Kiyoshi.
"I feel many a people's hearts crave such peace without knowing it."
@LuckyBlackCat
As the wolf padded forward she carefully presented her hand, letting the creature acquaint itself with her scent to put it at ease. Once it was comfortable with her she would give it a gentle pet along the ear, it's soft fur running along her pale delicate fingers.
"Ehh, I'm the one who should apologise, And don't worry, Kiyoshi here won't harm you, whenever he's not in combat he's just like a puppy. I'm Noriko, and this is my sister, Fuyuko."
"It is a pleasure to meet you both." Sophia looked from one to the other. While both of them still seemed wary of her Noriko was the more relaxed of the two, Fuyuko still looking at her with some suspicion.
"Ohh awesome! I'm going to guess those ravens are yours, that's a neat move!"
Without any change in her placid expression she simply nodded. Though there were only a couple of her ravens nearby, the rest distributed further into the woods and all over the town, it seemed this magical girl had pinned their presence to her. Given how she's already demonstrated notable abilities of detection thus far given how she was able to find her in the first place it did not surprise her that she able to trace her conjurations to their source.
"Very astute of you." She answered calmly. There was still the possibility of this situation turning ugly but from appearances it seemed neither of these two were looking to take advantage of this moment of weakness of hers. She had good cause to fear for her own safety seeing as she was outnumbered but she did not allow that to color her attitude. Hex Night or not they were still magical girls, deserving of common courtesy and politeness at the very least. More than that they were still people. While people are often unpredictable she could not allow herself to treat the people she strove to protect from the shades like wild animals.
"Uh... If you don't mind my asking, This got me wondering... What is it that brings you to these woods? There isn't trouble nearby, is there?"
She shut her eyes briefly, enjoying the fresh air's cool touch on her skin as her long wavy black hair gently swayed in the breeze.
"No." Her eyes locked with Fuyuko's own icy blue gaze. "I'm simply acquainting myself with this town and it's residents. I find nature relaxing, well removed from the many distractions of urban life."
She looked down from Fuyuko to their large wolf Kiyoshi.
"I feel many a people's hearts crave such peace without knowing it."
@LuckyBlackCat
Alright everybody, just waiting on a response to the scene from Kalas and then I'll have the scene's terminus up as well as the setup for the next event. I take it since things have been fairly quiet that I'd not be interrupting any deity's activities by initiating the following event?
Thessir
Well, that was no fun.
He drowsily awoke from his forced slumber, his eyes tracing the form of the room above him. The light did not agree with his eyes so he turned to bury his head into the pillow but he was distracted by the entrance of a nurse from all appearances.
"Ah, Mister Thessir, you are awake."
He looked up at his speaker, bringing his hand up to shield his eyes from the light that was being cast into the room.
"We were worried for a second. Varjan left you as a pile of burning ooze and we had to cast some heavy healing on you to get you back into shape."
Suuure they did. Now that she mentioned it though he cast his mind back to the fight.
How did he rendir me unconscious in my dark mass form? I figured such a feat impossible since my brain becomes as fluid as my body. Furthirmore, how did he manage to dodge my attacks with such carefree disregard? Hmm... Perhaps...
"So, how are you? Are you feeling alright?" He was stirred out of thought when she addressed him. His initial response was simply to groan and lean his face into his palms.
"Ugh, by the stars. What time is it?" He was strongly hoping it wasn't early in the day still. After spending so many days up early he had spent most of his fights throughout this contest constantly dragged out. Some days his body threatened to nod off if he stopped moving. Now that this whole charade was over he planned to catch up on some much needed sleep, get back into working through the night hours where he rightly belongs.
"Wait." A sudden disturbing realization struck him.
"Whire's my stuff!?" He sat upright like he was struck with lightning, his deep dark eyes scanning the room for any signs of the stuff he left on the field during the fight.
"Ah blast it. If that guy wint through my stuff while I was out I out I swear I'll gut him." Thessir quickly chattered to himself as he looked around. He would of gotten up to search more thoroughly but he decided to check underneath the cover first to see if they left him his pants.
Well, that was no fun.
He drowsily awoke from his forced slumber, his eyes tracing the form of the room above him. The light did not agree with his eyes so he turned to bury his head into the pillow but he was distracted by the entrance of a nurse from all appearances.
"Ah, Mister Thessir, you are awake."
He looked up at his speaker, bringing his hand up to shield his eyes from the light that was being cast into the room.
"We were worried for a second. Varjan left you as a pile of burning ooze and we had to cast some heavy healing on you to get you back into shape."
Suuure they did. Now that she mentioned it though he cast his mind back to the fight.
How did he rendir me unconscious in my dark mass form? I figured such a feat impossible since my brain becomes as fluid as my body. Furthirmore, how did he manage to dodge my attacks with such carefree disregard? Hmm... Perhaps...
"So, how are you? Are you feeling alright?" He was stirred out of thought when she addressed him. His initial response was simply to groan and lean his face into his palms.
"Ugh, by the stars. What time is it?" He was strongly hoping it wasn't early in the day still. After spending so many days up early he had spent most of his fights throughout this contest constantly dragged out. Some days his body threatened to nod off if he stopped moving. Now that this whole charade was over he planned to catch up on some much needed sleep, get back into working through the night hours where he rightly belongs.
"Wait." A sudden disturbing realization struck him.
"Whire's my stuff!?" He sat upright like he was struck with lightning, his deep dark eyes scanning the room for any signs of the stuff he left on the field during the fight.
"Ah blast it. If that guy wint through my stuff while I was out I out I swear I'll gut him." Thessir quickly chattered to himself as he looked around. He would of gotten up to search more thoroughly but he decided to check underneath the cover first to see if they left him his pants.
She watched the battle run it's course, her raven perched up in the safety of anonymity. The mad scientist and the fireworks girl had triumphed over the other two but failed to secure an elimination. A shame, especially considering that the oni blooded girl would prove a definite obstacle if another competitor didn't eliminate her first.
She had half a mind to survey her route and she if she could identify where she lived so she could keep track of her, map out her routes so she'd know where not to go. Before she could take any action however a distant echo caught her attention. The sound was not located near the raven but was instead located by her physical self. She could only dedicate a portion of hearing into the ravens in case of situations just like these. As her senses retreated back into her body the distant echo of the voice was now clear and just as near as it's speaker.
"I-I'm sorry! We didn't know, I'm so sorry!"
The white haired magical girl apologized for the two of them. Her response was not immediate for a question had stuck itself in her head.
Was I really so obvious?
She suspected the sister in possession of canine features might have a form of detection magic which may have been what exposed her. Still, this was of great concern given the circumstances of her presence here. She couldn't risk getting exposed and confronted, not without serious consequences.
_
Having turned to face the two who stood before her the young girl lowered her obfuscation, revealing the little one sat upon her dark wheelchair. Though cast in the deep shadow of the evening sun set across the great tree who's shade she resided in they could see her calm, contemplative expression.
"My apologies, I'm still touching up on my Japanese. Forgive me if I am slow to answer."
Her voice was soft and light. It was the kind of voice one would suspect couldn't be brought to a shout even if she tried. Overhead a few silhouettes of birds gently circled overhead. Her ravens were near but stayed the distance lest the two catch on and see threat in their presence. The last thing she needed was a fight, especially with both of them so close.
"My name is Sophia. It is good to meet you."
Taking her time with this gentle, measured motion she carefully bowed to them from her sitting position, taking care not to put strain on her chest. Sitting up in her seat she had her hands set neatly upon her lap as she patiently awaited their response.
@LuckyBlackCat
She had half a mind to survey her route and she if she could identify where she lived so she could keep track of her, map out her routes so she'd know where not to go. Before she could take any action however a distant echo caught her attention. The sound was not located near the raven but was instead located by her physical self. She could only dedicate a portion of hearing into the ravens in case of situations just like these. As her senses retreated back into her body the distant echo of the voice was now clear and just as near as it's speaker.
"I-I'm sorry! We didn't know, I'm so sorry!"
The white haired magical girl apologized for the two of them. Her response was not immediate for a question had stuck itself in her head.
Was I really so obvious?
She suspected the sister in possession of canine features might have a form of detection magic which may have been what exposed her. Still, this was of great concern given the circumstances of her presence here. She couldn't risk getting exposed and confronted, not without serious consequences.
_
Having turned to face the two who stood before her the young girl lowered her obfuscation, revealing the little one sat upon her dark wheelchair. Though cast in the deep shadow of the evening sun set across the great tree who's shade she resided in they could see her calm, contemplative expression.
"My apologies, I'm still touching up on my Japanese. Forgive me if I am slow to answer."
Her voice was soft and light. It was the kind of voice one would suspect couldn't be brought to a shout even if she tried. Overhead a few silhouettes of birds gently circled overhead. Her ravens were near but stayed the distance lest the two catch on and see threat in their presence. The last thing she needed was a fight, especially with both of them so close.
"My name is Sophia. It is good to meet you."
Taking her time with this gentle, measured motion she carefully bowed to them from her sitting position, taking care not to put strain on her chest. Sitting up in her seat she had her hands set neatly upon her lap as she patiently awaited their response.
@LuckyBlackCat
@Noodles - Of course. Shall I return Ral to the roster list of deities?
I've never abandoned an rp so as long as you keep updating I'll keep posting.
@VitaVitaAR - I don't think I shall. I've adjusted my plans accordingly. For now, the raven observes.
Having been sick over the new years holiday I too blame it for my delays. Nonetheless here's a riposte from Thessir.
Thessir
A shame his attack was cut off like so. Luckily only the edges of the blades had entered the shadows so when he cut off their port of entry they simply bounced back into the soft mush of his own body. As the light he generated grew brighter he was forced to tip his hat forward to keep it from affecting his face, the back of his neck sizzling with smoke as this motion left him exposed for the moment. When the light vanished he looked up to see his opponent had disappeared. It wasn't hard to guess what he'd done. A little adage ran through his head at that point.
If somebody teleports as part of an attack then they're probably...
As if right on cue he spun right around to see Varjan directly behind him, just as expected.
"It's always darkness with you, isn't it? You have to branch out, my friend."
Thessir chuckled, even as Varjan's fingers sank into his throat only for it to flow between them like he was grasping at water.
"That is funny. I had not pigged, er, pegged you to be a comedian." It seemed as if in response the young man's fist drove straight into the center of his mass with great force, his soft form folding over his arm from the force. If his flesh were any less spongy he might of tore a hole in his shirt. Luckily for Thessir not being tough often paid off.
"I know who you are, Thessir. We're alike, you and I. Black sheep among the flock. You in a more literal sense and I, in a metaphorical way." Right as his fist began to glow Thessir's upper body seemed to leap right off his lower body at the division between his shirt and pants. With the cloth serving to protect against the light given off by his fist Thessir had used his torso to flip off his legs in an acrobatic attack on him. As he flipped multiple times forward above his head he produced his main daggers from his sleeves and used the speed born from the rotations to slash at Varjan with great force. His daggers were aimed to slice the muscles just above his clavicles, each blade positioned to cut between his shoulders and his neck.
Unable to confirm the damage he landed on his torso's base, the thick tendrils comprising it balancing him as he landed. Landing slightly hunched forward on the stump that was now his body he reached up and tipped his hat back to keep the sunlight off the back of his neck as it stung ever so much. Even though his teeth had the same color and consistency as the rest of his body he still wore a grin which reached from ear to pointy ear.
_
"But I know more than that, Thessir. I know who your people are. I can help them. Free them."
Thessir spun around towards Varjan quite suddenly, his smile now gone. Given their height disparity, especially now that Thessir was only half there, The brim of his hat cut off his entire view of Varjan from the knees up. consequentially his own face was obscured by the hat as well. He made no effort to change this.
"Free them from what, my oddly prescient foe?" Using his shadow travel his base tendrils reached through his own shadow to grasp his legs which laid before Varjan. As the rule demands anything that travels through a disappearing shadow ejects through the remaining side at a very high rate of speed. Since the shadow cast by the legs were to disappear as soon as he pulled them through the moment he did they rocketed up into him, launching him high above Varjan. To the crowd this height would be exaggerated by the fact that they were still standing atop the stone pillar.
Near the apex of this launch Thessir angled himself to dive for Varjan. He had dramatically swept his coat across, concealing his body from him as well as hiding the angle of his incoming strikes. Between the rim of his hat and his coat's tall hiked up collar only a sliver of his face could be seen through the sweeping flutter of dark garments. It was just enough to see through yet at a moments notice he could close his face off with a decisive tilt of his head. He had four arms formed within the sleeve for his left arm, one of them wielding one of his daggers and three others wielding other assorted knives. The sun burned at the gaps left open by him from above but it was an acceptable price to pay in his eyes. He still had a couple minutes worth of exposure to the sun left in him before he ran the risk of losing something necessary to the process of living.
"They are already free!" His voice rang with a tinge of... Something, as he beckoned his excited battle cry.
Maybe anger? Sadness?... Regret?
A shame his attack was cut off like so. Luckily only the edges of the blades had entered the shadows so when he cut off their port of entry they simply bounced back into the soft mush of his own body. As the light he generated grew brighter he was forced to tip his hat forward to keep it from affecting his face, the back of his neck sizzling with smoke as this motion left him exposed for the moment. When the light vanished he looked up to see his opponent had disappeared. It wasn't hard to guess what he'd done. A little adage ran through his head at that point.
If somebody teleports as part of an attack then they're probably...
As if right on cue he spun right around to see Varjan directly behind him, just as expected.
"It's always darkness with you, isn't it? You have to branch out, my friend."
Thessir chuckled, even as Varjan's fingers sank into his throat only for it to flow between them like he was grasping at water.
"That is funny. I had not pigged, er, pegged you to be a comedian." It seemed as if in response the young man's fist drove straight into the center of his mass with great force, his soft form folding over his arm from the force. If his flesh were any less spongy he might of tore a hole in his shirt. Luckily for Thessir not being tough often paid off.
"I know who you are, Thessir. We're alike, you and I. Black sheep among the flock. You in a more literal sense and I, in a metaphorical way." Right as his fist began to glow Thessir's upper body seemed to leap right off his lower body at the division between his shirt and pants. With the cloth serving to protect against the light given off by his fist Thessir had used his torso to flip off his legs in an acrobatic attack on him. As he flipped multiple times forward above his head he produced his main daggers from his sleeves and used the speed born from the rotations to slash at Varjan with great force. His daggers were aimed to slice the muscles just above his clavicles, each blade positioned to cut between his shoulders and his neck.
Unable to confirm the damage he landed on his torso's base, the thick tendrils comprising it balancing him as he landed. Landing slightly hunched forward on the stump that was now his body he reached up and tipped his hat back to keep the sunlight off the back of his neck as it stung ever so much. Even though his teeth had the same color and consistency as the rest of his body he still wore a grin which reached from ear to pointy ear.
_
"But I know more than that, Thessir. I know who your people are. I can help them. Free them."
Thessir spun around towards Varjan quite suddenly, his smile now gone. Given their height disparity, especially now that Thessir was only half there, The brim of his hat cut off his entire view of Varjan from the knees up. consequentially his own face was obscured by the hat as well. He made no effort to change this.
"Free them from what, my oddly prescient foe?" Using his shadow travel his base tendrils reached through his own shadow to grasp his legs which laid before Varjan. As the rule demands anything that travels through a disappearing shadow ejects through the remaining side at a very high rate of speed. Since the shadow cast by the legs were to disappear as soon as he pulled them through the moment he did they rocketed up into him, launching him high above Varjan. To the crowd this height would be exaggerated by the fact that they were still standing atop the stone pillar.
Near the apex of this launch Thessir angled himself to dive for Varjan. He had dramatically swept his coat across, concealing his body from him as well as hiding the angle of his incoming strikes. Between the rim of his hat and his coat's tall hiked up collar only a sliver of his face could be seen through the sweeping flutter of dark garments. It was just enough to see through yet at a moments notice he could close his face off with a decisive tilt of his head. He had four arms formed within the sleeve for his left arm, one of them wielding one of his daggers and three others wielding other assorted knives. The sun burned at the gaps left open by him from above but it was an acceptable price to pay in his eyes. He still had a couple minutes worth of exposure to the sun left in him before he ran the risk of losing something necessary to the process of living.
"They are already free!" His voice rang with a tinge of... Something, as he beckoned his excited battle cry.
Maybe anger? Sadness?... Regret?
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