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Oh my god, I don't know if you made this a long time ago on OldGuild but I think I was in it. Like 4 years ago? I still have my CS and everything.
@Silent Observer
Thanks! I might do that if time permits. I just don't wanna join and drop out immediately, you know?
Thanks! I might do that if time permits. I just don't wanna join and drop out immediately, you know?
@Vena Sera That's what I said. :p
The girl was babbling on about men in suits and getting more worked up by the second. Danica couldn’t make any sense of the situation, but from the sounds of it the bandits were in more danger now that a new enemy was on the playing field. It was not long before the girl ran across the room and deeper into the ship when a scream shattered the air, where their other friend had gone. While Danica was thus distracted, the Muran leaned forward and threw her weapon across the room, out of her reach. Danica couldn’t hold back a frustrated growl in her throat. No chance of getting it back for a surprise retaliation, not that there was any point to drawing out the fight. The man had her pinned down with his sword, and he didn’t seem to be immediately about to kill her, so Dani raised her hands in a disarming gesture and flashed a smile. Of course, the Naga was never out of options, but for now biding her time was the best move, although accepting defeat left a very bitter taste in her mouth.
It was more surprising for her when the man let her get up, stepping back and lowering his weapon. So he had been sincere in his desire not to hurt her, despite the fact that Danica had been about to kill him just a few minutes before. In her line of work, people rarely stayed true to their word when they promised not to hurt you, and Danica had long learned the painful consequences of growing to trust someone. She rose to her feet carefully, wary of a trick now that she was seemingly defenseless, but the man only urged her to leave before disappearing down the stairs himself. She let him go without a word. At this point, it seemed wise to take his advice and make herself scarce. She held no loyalty to the bandits beyond their coin, and there was little chance of getting paid after this disaster. And if they were in real trouble, she was just one woman—she wouldn’t be able to help them anyway.
With a sudden urgency driving her forward, she snapped into action. She strode across the room and picked up her dagger, inspecting it briefly before jamming it into its sheath. Her quiver and bow were securely strapped on her person and undamaged in the short fight, and it was a simple matter to grab her pack from one of the nearby rooms in the hold. With that, all of her possessions on the ship were with her once again, and it was time to go. It was so easy to just pick up her entire life like that, often, and she held no nostalgia as she gave a cursory glance at her surroundings before turning for the stairs leading up onto the deck. The distant sound of wood crashing from another part of the ship made her pause, but she simply shook her head and continued—half the ship could be breaking apart at this point for all she knew.
As she reached the top of the stairs, the sounds of a raging battle continued outside. Danica stopped to wrap shadow magic around her, taking the extra moments necessary to make the enchantments stronger than usual. After all, it seemed likely to her now that there were more Magi involved, and the light outside would not help either. The effort of keeping herself concealed so strongly would tire her out soon, but it wouldn’t matter if she could make a clean break from the ship. With her magic ready, Danica stepped out onto the deck, eyes widening at the chaotic scene that confronted her. As her eyes adjusted to the light from the darkness of the hold, nothing she had anticipated prepared her for what she saw now. She began to circle around the edge of the deck, avoiding the heart of the fighting as she inched towards the gangplank, moving slowly to keep her cover intact. Most of the bandits were down already, and her stomach turned as she saw some familiar faces lying dead, killed in gruesome ways even for her. She resisted the urge to stop and examine them, to try and help. There was no hope for anyone here now.
Danica finally ducked behind a crate with the gangplank to her back and peeked out at the fighting. Everyone involved in the battle was clustered around the center of the deck, and it was then that she noticed a familiar figure. It was the man who had darted past her in the hold earlier, and now that she could get a better look she saw that he appeared part Machina. And he was aggressively killing or severely wounding the rest of their enemies with powers she had never seen before, making no distinction between the bandits or the men in suits, the latter group Dani didn’t recognize at all. But the Machina man didn’t seem to be hurting his friends, an assorted group of younger people. The little girl was with them in the Machina’s grasp, the distressed look on her face tugging at Danica’s heart. Everything really had gone to pieces here—what a mess. She got a quick look at everything, but ignored the details as her heart raced, the urgency she was feeling telling her she needed to leave before the fight ended, as it looked like it quickly would. Not to mention that she was their enemy, and she didn’t want to be on the receiving end of a mechanical glove punch.
Danica turned and made her way down the gangplank until she could leap to the ground, lightly rolling to cushion her fall. Here there were more bodies, the grass soaked with blood under some of them. An uneasy feeling settled into her stomach like a rock as she walked quickly past the fallen, away from the boat and the clearing. Once again she was leaving places and people behind, people she could not help despite all the power in her possession. Once again, she was useless. Her glamour dissipated like a cloak falling gently from her shoulders as she began to walk faster, her pace quickening until she was lightly jogging through the trees, her pack bumping against her back between her shoulder blades as she ran.
It was more surprising for her when the man let her get up, stepping back and lowering his weapon. So he had been sincere in his desire not to hurt her, despite the fact that Danica had been about to kill him just a few minutes before. In her line of work, people rarely stayed true to their word when they promised not to hurt you, and Danica had long learned the painful consequences of growing to trust someone. She rose to her feet carefully, wary of a trick now that she was seemingly defenseless, but the man only urged her to leave before disappearing down the stairs himself. She let him go without a word. At this point, it seemed wise to take his advice and make herself scarce. She held no loyalty to the bandits beyond their coin, and there was little chance of getting paid after this disaster. And if they were in real trouble, she was just one woman—she wouldn’t be able to help them anyway.
With a sudden urgency driving her forward, she snapped into action. She strode across the room and picked up her dagger, inspecting it briefly before jamming it into its sheath. Her quiver and bow were securely strapped on her person and undamaged in the short fight, and it was a simple matter to grab her pack from one of the nearby rooms in the hold. With that, all of her possessions on the ship were with her once again, and it was time to go. It was so easy to just pick up her entire life like that, often, and she held no nostalgia as she gave a cursory glance at her surroundings before turning for the stairs leading up onto the deck. The distant sound of wood crashing from another part of the ship made her pause, but she simply shook her head and continued—half the ship could be breaking apart at this point for all she knew.
As she reached the top of the stairs, the sounds of a raging battle continued outside. Danica stopped to wrap shadow magic around her, taking the extra moments necessary to make the enchantments stronger than usual. After all, it seemed likely to her now that there were more Magi involved, and the light outside would not help either. The effort of keeping herself concealed so strongly would tire her out soon, but it wouldn’t matter if she could make a clean break from the ship. With her magic ready, Danica stepped out onto the deck, eyes widening at the chaotic scene that confronted her. As her eyes adjusted to the light from the darkness of the hold, nothing she had anticipated prepared her for what she saw now. She began to circle around the edge of the deck, avoiding the heart of the fighting as she inched towards the gangplank, moving slowly to keep her cover intact. Most of the bandits were down already, and her stomach turned as she saw some familiar faces lying dead, killed in gruesome ways even for her. She resisted the urge to stop and examine them, to try and help. There was no hope for anyone here now.
Danica finally ducked behind a crate with the gangplank to her back and peeked out at the fighting. Everyone involved in the battle was clustered around the center of the deck, and it was then that she noticed a familiar figure. It was the man who had darted past her in the hold earlier, and now that she could get a better look she saw that he appeared part Machina. And he was aggressively killing or severely wounding the rest of their enemies with powers she had never seen before, making no distinction between the bandits or the men in suits, the latter group Dani didn’t recognize at all. But the Machina man didn’t seem to be hurting his friends, an assorted group of younger people. The little girl was with them in the Machina’s grasp, the distressed look on her face tugging at Danica’s heart. Everything really had gone to pieces here—what a mess. She got a quick look at everything, but ignored the details as her heart raced, the urgency she was feeling telling her she needed to leave before the fight ended, as it looked like it quickly would. Not to mention that she was their enemy, and she didn’t want to be on the receiving end of a mechanical glove punch.
Danica turned and made her way down the gangplank until she could leap to the ground, lightly rolling to cushion her fall. Here there were more bodies, the grass soaked with blood under some of them. An uneasy feeling settled into her stomach like a rock as she walked quickly past the fallen, away from the boat and the clearing. Once again she was leaving places and people behind, people she could not help despite all the power in her possession. Once again, she was useless. Her glamour dissipated like a cloak falling gently from her shoulders as she began to walk faster, her pace quickening until she was lightly jogging through the trees, her pack bumping against her back between her shoulder blades as she ran.
@shylarah Thanks! Me too. I feel like Amuné will be a good presence for her. ^^
He didn’t want to hurt her? Too bad. Danica was determined more than ever to take her adversary down now—and besides, she was getting paid for her trouble. No sooner had she leapt forward to engage than she was distracted by someone running by her, ignoring the unfolding battle completely in their mad dash into the bowels of the ship. She stopped in confusion, but there wasn’t much time to ask questions as Danica soon found herself tripped off her feet, landing painfully on her back with a loud thud. Her blade left her hand as she was caught off guard, clattering on the floor a few feet from her side. The Naga winced as she felt the unyielding wood floor beneath her, raising her head to see the man retracting the wire that must have tripped her up. Her stomach already hurt from the previous wind blast, and now this? Danica was growing angrier by the second as the battle turned sour. She needed to end this. She side-eyed her knife. It hadn’t landed far away—she could probably just reach it if she stretched her arm out enough.
Her opponent was quick to run over and keep her down with a blade at her throat. Danica raised an eyebrow at his little pacifist speech and attempted to prop herself up on her elbows as much as the blade dangling above her would allow, her muscles protesting at the movement. The Naga didn’t expect to be skewered by the Muran anytime soon, but she was still surprised when his attention turned elsewhere. She followed his gaze to see a waifish girl standing on the steps, some sort of large feline with her. The girl was likely harmless, but that cat with her could pose a threat. Better to keep an eye on that one. She watched the man look between the girl and where his other companion had disappeared, clearly conflicted about his course of action. Danica’s eyes narrowed as she picked up on the Muran’s next words and turned back to him with new fury in her glare, letting out a curse.
“A child? Here? What do you think you’re doing, bringing a child into a dangerous battle like this? You could get her killed. What is she even doing with you, Magi? Of all the irresponsible, negligent—” Danica bit back the rest of her words and again swiveled her head to look at the girl, this time with a nasty grin on her face. Her voice held a false charm when she spoke.
“You should take his advice and leave, little girl. I won’t hurt him.” She made no attempt to get up for the moment. As if Danica were going to slice this man into little pieces with the child standing there—the girl didn’t need that image in her head.
Her opponent was quick to run over and keep her down with a blade at her throat. Danica raised an eyebrow at his little pacifist speech and attempted to prop herself up on her elbows as much as the blade dangling above her would allow, her muscles protesting at the movement. The Naga didn’t expect to be skewered by the Muran anytime soon, but she was still surprised when his attention turned elsewhere. She followed his gaze to see a waifish girl standing on the steps, some sort of large feline with her. The girl was likely harmless, but that cat with her could pose a threat. Better to keep an eye on that one. She watched the man look between the girl and where his other companion had disappeared, clearly conflicted about his course of action. Danica’s eyes narrowed as she picked up on the Muran’s next words and turned back to him with new fury in her glare, letting out a curse.
“A child? Here? What do you think you’re doing, bringing a child into a dangerous battle like this? You could get her killed. What is she even doing with you, Magi? Of all the irresponsible, negligent—” Danica bit back the rest of her words and again swiveled her head to look at the girl, this time with a nasty grin on her face. Her voice held a false charm when she spoke.
“You should take his advice and leave, little girl. I won’t hurt him.” She made no attempt to get up for the moment. As if Danica were going to slice this man into little pieces with the child standing there—the girl didn’t need that image in her head.
Danica wasn’t amused by the man’s jokes, only giving him a bored look as he laughed nervously. Her knife didn’t waver as she held it against his skin. What was this fool going on about? Her quarry probably didn’t have anything useful or interesting to add—she should just slit his throat and be done with this charade of a conversation. Before she could proceed to do so, he began to speak again. Her lips curled in a snarl, but all at once something hit her stomach hard, sending her sprawling back across the room as the air was knocked out of her. She staggered back a few steps, quick to regain her footing and blinking at the Muran with astonishment in her gaze.
“Magi,” she hissed, brows drawn together in puzzlement and anger. On the streets, she’d met even fewer Magi than she had Naga. Not to mention that they weren’t exactly in favour with the Church right now, which was simply yet another strike against Dani as far as the law was concerned. So why would there be another one here? And if he was one, what about his friends? How many were there, anyway? Danica forced herself to silence the questions rattling around in her brain in order to focus on the task at hand. This certainly complicated things, and she didn’t appreciate the Muran’s little trick, either. Well, two could play at this game.
The Naga drew herself up, taut as a drawn bowstring ready to snap. She calmly brushed her bangs away from her eyes with her right hand as her left gripped her weapon. “Bless you,” she said simply, a slight sneer on her face as she uncoiled, lunging forward to strike with blade extended. For now, she would see what could be accomplished with melee combat, although if the Magi continued to use magic she would be forced to resort to her own, and he would not like that. As she darted forward, a figure in front of her made her stop and half-turn in confusion as it ran past her and disappeared, moving deeper into the ship. She had not gotten a close look, but it certainly wasn’t one of hers—was it an ally of the Muran? Then why was it running away from everyone instead of stopping to help him? “What the…” The interjection slipped out as she stared at the steps leading deeper into the hold, momentarily distracted.
“Magi,” she hissed, brows drawn together in puzzlement and anger. On the streets, she’d met even fewer Magi than she had Naga. Not to mention that they weren’t exactly in favour with the Church right now, which was simply yet another strike against Dani as far as the law was concerned. So why would there be another one here? And if he was one, what about his friends? How many were there, anyway? Danica forced herself to silence the questions rattling around in her brain in order to focus on the task at hand. This certainly complicated things, and she didn’t appreciate the Muran’s little trick, either. Well, two could play at this game.
The Naga drew herself up, taut as a drawn bowstring ready to snap. She calmly brushed her bangs away from her eyes with her right hand as her left gripped her weapon. “Bless you,” she said simply, a slight sneer on her face as she uncoiled, lunging forward to strike with blade extended. For now, she would see what could be accomplished with melee combat, although if the Magi continued to use magic she would be forced to resort to her own, and he would not like that. As she darted forward, a figure in front of her made her stop and half-turn in confusion as it ran past her and disappeared, moving deeper into the ship. She had not gotten a close look, but it certainly wasn’t one of hers—was it an ally of the Muran? Then why was it running away from everyone instead of stopping to help him? “What the…” The interjection slipped out as she stared at the steps leading deeper into the hold, momentarily distracted.
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