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chukklehed said
Did that, also I feel that Medusa is like a black widow spider in that she would rather make out AFTER ripping his head off.


She just wants to be loved.
Free Billy


Again foiled, Eowyn began to doubt if she was of any use at all during this mission. The man just brushed her aside, even though she was a full-fledged holder. ”A pitiful display. Disgraceful.” Sleipnir muttered in the back of her head, causing Eowyn to fluster. Her heart began to beat faster and her breathing got heavier. Eowyn's fists clenched. Was this her spirit's influence again? Eowyn was conflicted between emotions. She had to get the man off stage and using her powers, like Sleipnir suggested, would make that task so easy...

“No.” Eowyn decided, she would try it one more time. She grabbed the man's arm and sternly told him to get off the stage... But the man was so into his speech, he managed to shrug Eowyn off once again. Without Sleipnir, he out-muscled and outweighed the knight...

“That does it.” Eowyn muttered under her breath, as she pulled the man by his arm again using all her strength; forcing him to turn. Eowyn summoned Sleipnir's blade, just an inch above the man's foot and motioned as if stepping on it with her heel. The sword's pummel was heavy enough to break the man's toes and Eowyn hoped to fool him into thinking she was indeed a rook or bishop. The moment she heard the crack, she dismissed the sword from reality's plane.

“Leave now, before I throw you off stage myself.” Eowyn threatened the man, but at that point she saw something else... A gigantic aquarium!

“What is that?” A still flustered Eowyn squeaked at Nathair. “Is anyone near to stop that thing?” She asked... If nobody was, Eowyn knew it'd be up to her to stop it... After all, if she used Sleipnir she could get there in the blink of an eye... Albeit at the cost of the Library being in the headlines... Surely Simon would not be pleased...

A Clayman's Finale


“Looks like they put out the red carpet for us.” Lux mused, as he pondered his options. “If I read the paperwork right, these flowers have some pretty nasty way of spreading. But if that's the case... I got just the spell.” Lux smirked, as he flicked his fingers and caused a hot warm mist to spread across the garden. It would be hard for the pollen to spread when they were wet... But Lux didn't quite feel like helping Salia through the mist. If the golem would wake up, he and Salia would be hindered by his spell, while the golem would be unaffected. After all, Lux couldn't see the giant clay man sweat or breathe...

“I'm going to try something flashy.” Lux warned Salia, “hold on tight, because if this doesn't work we'll probably have to run.” He said, as he lifted Salia off her feet. It was a good thing being a holder gave him the strength to do that with ease. “Shame of all the pretty flowers, though.”

With that, lightning sprung from Lux' hand; channeling all throughout the room and burning whatever it touched. It was unfortunate, but unless the flowers had special properties, they would be black as ash within a moment. Lux kept his eyes on the golem though... Because it was in firing range...
Free Billy


Again, Remia proved herself for more capable at the job than Eowyn was. Although it shamed her to rely on the girl, Eowyn was also glad that Remia was so good at her job. It meant she had to worry a bit less... At least until her spirit spoke.

“Cause for worry.” Sleipnir told Eowyn, as was received from Mime. By her spirit's tone of voice, Eowyn could tell it was the doppelganger who had contacted him. Ever since Sleipnir and Mime had shared a body, Sleipnir had been uneasy whenever Arlette's spirit was there. Eowyn asked her spirit what the exact cause was, but he could not answer.

“Construe 'it', doppelganger.” Sleipnir bounced back at Mime through it's telepathy, clearly discontent having to ask. Eowyn just hoped the two spirits would get along well enough not to cause more issues... She barely even knew what Sleipnir had against Mime.

When Eowyn returned to her post, she met up with Nathair. “There you are.” Eowyn smiled, although her nervousness still shined through. “We best keep an eye out, Mari and Mime seem to have seen a lot of unusual things.”

Before Eowyn could say anything else to Nathair, a PR person reprimanded them. What drew Eowyn's attention however, was a man trying to climb the stage. “Excuse me,” She apologised to Nathair and the PR worker, as Eowyn climbed the stage herself as quickly as she could to get between Simon and him.

“Please step down.” She said to the man in front of her, putting her feet down in an attempt to signal she would not move. However, Eowyn failed to notice there was a second man climbing the stage also.

Will 'o the Piper


“What the bloody...” Sigmund gasped. What the hell had he gotten wrapped up in now? A mirror world and a shining river, that was what. There were more of those hideous little creatures, but that was the least of his worries now... As he witnessed how his very own spirit was unleashed!

Still holding onto Charles, Sigmund slapped him across the cheek. “Wake up, look at me!” He shouted, more aware of the danger Medusa was than the creatures apparently did. “You too Eidren, this is important. Don't look Medusa in the face, unless you want to spend the rest of your life as a statue.”

This was bad, “Shit, shit, shit.” Sigmund muttered under his breath. He didn't know about Charles' or Eidren's spirits, but having Medusa free was bad news... As would quickly prove itself as Medusa recovered from the wonder and sensation of being free...

“I'm free...” Medusa delighted, half giggling like a school-girl, the other half cackling like a witch. She cracked her fingers one by one and stepped one foot after another as if she was sleepwalking, still getting used to a material form. “It's been so long...”

Medusa waltzed towards her holder, at which point Sigmund pushed Charles towards Eidren instead, “Keep away from her. Especially your spirits.” Sigmund warned, as he felt Medusa's arms slowly wrap around him from behind. Her fingers caressed his chest, as Sigmund felt Medusa's breath in his neck.

“It's been so long...” She repeated, with the same mad smile as she leaned on Sigmund's back. “So very long...” Her fingers danced from his chest to his shoulders, as Medusa pulled Sigmund closer against her.

“There's a reason for that.” Sigmund growled at his spirit, afraid to look at even her hands. Medusa, eyes and haircut aside, had all the makings of a beautiful woman. That was perhaps the most confusing... What did his spirit want? Medusa had always been predictable, but this was an utterly unexpected move on her part. As she wrapped one leg around Sigmund's, Medusa began to whisper... “It's been so long, I've been so... Jealous...”

And then Sigmund understood it. Understood what his spirit wanted... And it was all the more reason for Charles and Eidren to get back...
From intimidating them with lip on his power, to challenging them to a race up the stairs, not to mention telekinetic powers... Zoey was a bit taken aback, but slowly becoming intrigued in wetsuit-Chris. She looked at Baron, glimpsing a slight smile as she ran after the celestial. Though she did run, her feet felt heavy. The oracle had been a bad omen by itself, but the death of a priest would mean she would have to show she cared once she'd face the other robes on the top of the stairs.

In sheer contrast to her growing interest in Chris, Zoey felt detached to the priest's death, she'd never been close to death before and the priest's corpse couldn't stick in her mind. It was unreal, and detached, and Zoey could not bring herself to strong feelings regarding a man she barely knew on a personal level...
A Clayman's Finale


“That just means our medics did a good job,” Lux smirked, “It's only fair I return a favour.” He supported Salia, though he even considered carrying her if they'd have to run. Lux remembered how he'd had to piggyback Ramza back in the sewer, and somewhat shuddered at putting the woman in the same position. It hadn't been exactly graceful...

“I don't think you have to worry about a rolling boulder with me here.” Lux added to the conversation. “I can slow it down to a snail's pace. So leave any of those to me.” He reassured his team, though he added to Maria's concern; “All I know is that the headquarters are in as much disarray as you guys say you are. They wouldn't have sent the diva and her guard otherwise. They wouldn't tell me much; but from the sights of it this place is literally going up in the air. We're supposed to catch a guy named Valenci before that happens.”
Baron was getting worked up, and aggressively demanded information. Bad idea, bad idea. Zoey thought, fearful of what was going on. Didn't she just mention the possibility of the wetsuit guy being a celestial? Zoey found it hard to trust the person, but she'd not spied any intention of his to do them any harm. Cas seemed genuine, or a very good actor at the very least. Was that one of a celestial's powers? Zoey'd rather not think about it. The woman on the other hand, was also suspicious at best. However, she and the celestial clearly weren't on the same team. Maybe if both came along, they'd be handicapped by the other if they tried something...

“I'm Zoey, this is Baron. We're heading to the chapel.” Zoey said, hoping she'd not come to regret it. “If this place is as dangerous as you say, I think we should all stick together.”
Will 'o the Piper


“What in hell's...” Sigmund uttered as he witnessed Charles' completely unexpected change of heart. He actually jumped straight into the fire on this one, “Seems I misjudged mister Night.” The rook mumbled to himself, baring a genuine grin. For this act Sigmund made a mental note to buy Charles a drink.

After agreeing with Kurotori to leave the rescue-plan to him, Sigmund rushed after Charles as by Eidren's guidance. Nearing the river; Sigmund noticed his colleague and the kidnapper both began to vanish. “Cursed tricks...” Sigmund sighed, as he, not knowing what else to do, chased Charles into the light and tried to grab his wrist. Who knew what was going on, though!
Zoey shivered when she felt Baron's hand. Not because a demon resided in it, but because his touch put more cracks in her façade. She brushed off the hand, “Don't tell me you think it's real.” Zoey purposely avoided the question as well as Baron's eyes, “That light was probably just some-”

Zoey's sentence was cut off by a sudden gasp. In front of them; a corpse lied by the roadside. “Is that a priest?” Zoey muttered underneath her breath, pointing Baron in it's direction while staring daggers into the body. “What has happened here?” She asked. Zoey never had seen many wounds, so was unable to discern them, but perhaps Baron would...

Before they could get a closer look at the body, though, a stranger spoke to them. He warned them to turn back, but what Zoey wondered was why he was lingering around the corpse so casually. “You didn't kill him, did you?” She blurted out more bluntly than she intended. Although he did seem concerned, the stranger was at an awfully bad place at an awfully bad time. Those cat-ears didn't help either and what was he wearing. Whatever he was, Zoey hadn't seen anything like his kind outside of tablets and scriptures... And those had little good to tell about them. It wasn't long until yet another person mingled in. Events had took a turn for the crazy and Zoey wasn't sure if that was a curse or blessing in disguise.

“I don't think the desians have celestials hidden in their ranks.” Zoey remarked, stepping forward more bravely than she actually felt. The entire situation was fishy; the red-haired woman that had appeared in front of them was carrying two swords and she hadn't even noticed any kind of weapon on the guy with the wetsuit and cat ears. Zoey did her best not to look or sound scared, but every passing second she wondered more what business she even had standing there. “I have no idea what is going on.” Zoey admitted, “But I'd really like to know what changed since, like, yesterday.”
Lectures about the Great Kharlan war were always hard to place subjects for Zoey. Was she in a history or religion class? The overlap between Mrs. Karintine's lessons and the countless scriptures she'd been made to recite by the church had Zoey wonder why she even came to class when she could be tinkering on something new. She had managed to make a wind-up wheel work and her head was just bursting with ideas and applications. That was Zoey's day-to-day pattern; wait out class, wait out church, tinker-time. She had become so accustomed to this rhythm that she'd stopped considering the day she'd set out on her pilgrimage would ever come. Yet that day, as Zoey's head drifted between the Great Kharlan War and putting wind-up wheels on shoes, a bright light would pierce itself through the windows of the classroom and an inconvenient truth through Zoey's head; the day that would change her life had come.

“Ms.Weaver. I believe that you are needed at the temple. Your trials are to begin...”

Zoey looked up from her desk at her teacher, counting the wrinkles forming underneath her eyes to avoid looking straight into Mrs. Karintine's pale blue stare of death. “That could've been something totally different, nobody has ever seen an oracle before, right?” The young chosen protested, but judging from the look of Mrs. Karintine's and her classmates' faces, there was nobody who believed the flash of light to be anything else than the oracle. Even Baron had already stood up by their teacher's request to guide her to the temple.

“Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to check it out, just in case.” Zoey said, with a tone and expression nothing short of conceited. Never had she had so little will to leave the classroom. As if stalling for time, she leisurely pushed her seat back and uncrossed her legs. Even her stride to the door was slow and full of attitude. Only Baron was likely to recognise these as signs of reluctance, rather than the patronisation Zoey was trying to express. Though even from her friend, Zoey would rather hide it...

Zoey kept quiet as Baron escorted her to the temple. Although she'd steeled every muscle in her face, behind her façade and despite best attempts to walk gracefully on the dirt roads Zoey was sinking deep in thought. All the preparations had been easy. So easy, Zoey had come to care less about the scriptures and rituals every passing day. Perhaps that was why this walk was so hard? Zoey had always been more curious than scornful of the Desians and their magitechnology; after all they hadn't touched the village of Iselia in all the years she had lived there. Though Zoey had never dared to say it, she just couldn't bring herself to care for the slaves in their ranches. It was just all too distant for the girl. She had trouble understanding why the rest of the village made such a big deal out of it; it wasn't like they knew any of the slaves on the ranch either, right? The closer to the temple they came, the more Zoey looked up to her trials that were about to begin. Why did Iselia really need a chosen, their lives had been just fine up till now, right?

Although the way was safe with Baron by her side,it wasn't until halfway towards the chapel that Zoey realised no priests had come to join them. That was odd, because leaving an important task such as escorting the chosen up to the 'demon child' was very out of character for the pastor. “Why do you think the priests didn't come to get me?” Zoey asked Baron, nervously giggling in the palm of her hand. “That means the oracle was a fake, right?”
CAS1006 said
I might give it to the Chosen. Or for the Guide. Mostly for story reasons that will surprise you when it occurs later.


I don't think Zoey is good with animals. It might be better to give Noishe to someone else.
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