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Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

@Andastra, for my IC post, if that's not the direction you wanted to go for your next post let me know. I can edit easily.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Mila dodged another barrage of flying debris and stone, realizing she couldn't keep this up forever. Like many of of the others employees of Bain & Hoyle the Rusalka was also knocked off her feet by the shockwave of the Anubi. She had managed to douse most of the flames but it did not stop the flying rocks or the wave of energy ripping through the halls. The impact rivaled the one she'd experienced colliding the bookcase, the same numbing sensation coming from her back on which she landed. She struggled to get up, trying to catch her breath.

Leaning on a large piece of the fallen structures Mila spotted one of her team members, she was down on the ground, an improvised bandage on her leg. Mila doubted she could move very fast on her own and if their situation wasn't perilous enough Isis's warning made it even more so. Thousands scarabs crawled on the walls like a sea of shimmering turquoise. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. If they reached them before they could make it to the other side beyond the Anubi they were done for. To die of a scarab was a horrible way to go. She had been told they would eat you from the inside out. While she wasn't afraid of death, on the contrary really she was ready for it. Being eaten wasn't her preferred way to go.

Before she went to help the elven necromancer, Mila made a crazy dive back into the fray to fetch her comb. Her most prized possession in a desert such as the ones in Egypt. Making a run for it she gracefully evaded a pair of scarabs flying at her.

She reached the elven necromancer and had to catch her breath before speaking. "Are...." "You alright?" She said with a serious look on her face. The Rusalka saw the stone man who had been afraid of flying march past them in a steady but slow pace. Maybe it would be best if he took the elf with him. His name was Adam, or so she remembered.

"Adam!" She called to him. "Can you take her with you? We're faster that way" The sooner they were through the gates the better.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

I know what supportive means but league of legends I know nothing about. XD

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Well we can't all be badasses or it wouldn't apply. Besides my character isn't that combat savvy either

Emergence

Probably most of the younger characters. Katherine included.

Emergence

I love how you guys are working on character relations and such, it's cool! If anyone wants to work on something involving my character let me know, I'm open to much of anything. Well I finally got around to posting my intro, it turned out different than I expected. Much more mellow, less dramatic since the drama is in retrospect and not fully described.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

The image forming in my head is so funny
Adam is awesome! Though everyone is kind of awesome in their own way. We have the badasses, the crazy jumpers etc.
I'll fetch my comb and be on my merry way tomorrow. AKA I will be posting then ^.^

Emergence

Katherine was casually sipping from her hot chocolate at the kitchen table with one leg crossed over the other, her 3 inch heels dangling above the expensive marble floor. There was a thoughtful look in her eyes, her face placid. The complete opposite of her brother Deyan who was pacing back and forth nervously. He was a total wreck after the events of the emergence, when the stars returned for only one night. Deyan couldn't keep down anything, his beer still untouched in his hand. He was getting increasingly annoyed by the attitude of the youngest Petrov sibling.

"It's shocking to see how calm you're being about all of this" Deyan started, his voice shaking. His emotions were still reeling, he couldn't even sleep through the night. Katerina on the other hand had slept like a babe, always sure to catch her beauty sleep no matter the circumstances. The young woman put down her mug , giving her brother a reassuring look.
"We didn't do anything, he killed himself because he couldn't get what he wanted" She replied simply.
The cold calculating ways of his younger sister still amazed him at times. Things always seemed to work out in her favor and she always had a plan b to save their butts. He envied that about her. He was the brawn and she the brains.
"Besides" She said emptying the steaming contents of the barely touched mug into the sink. "You're not a shuvano, so no hunter will come looking for you"

Katherine knew her brother was worried for her safety. Ironic really because she'd spent a year in a foreign country with people who were in essence strangers, before he moved in with her. Even in Bulgaria, Katherine had always looked out for herself. She relied on her brother and loved him, he was family after all. But the only one she trusted to look after her was herself. So if any hunter would come looking for her, she would be ready.

She grabbed her lilac trench coat and started to button up the front. The color made her look much sweeter than she truly was, then again that was the image she was going for on campus. The pretty foreign girl with the funny accent. With her soft make up and wealth of brunette curls she looked anything but a witch. On her way to the door she stopped at her brothers side to gently squeeze his hand. A rare expression of kindness on her face, she looked into his troubled warm brown eyes, they had both inherited from their mother. "Please don't worry about me, we'll both be fine I promise" She said sincerely, in an attempt to reassure him. It wasn't without a purpose that she showed him this kindness. If he kept this up, people would start getting suspicious, they were already the source of gossip in the neighborhood. Katherine had done what she could to provide their neighbors with some "other distractions" to gossip about.

An affair here and there never failed to draw attention away from the Petrov siblings. Everyone was too busy scheming behinds the others back. The fact they were too proud to admit their regular visits to the neighborhood psychic aka Katherine didn't help their case much either. She claimed their spouses were cheating or attempting to in x number of days. These predictions then conveniently came true with the aid of a love spell or two.

When she sat on the bus on the way to the Anderson University campus, Katherine send Deyan a text.
Make sure you are out of there before he gets home. I made you some shopska, I left it in the fridge so don't forget to take it out before you go.
I won't be long Deyan, but I need you to pick up the things I told you about. Don't go about it the easy way, get it where we were taught to get these things.
The spell is getting weaker and I need to do it again.
xx Katherine

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Mila was awed by the towering statues, her eyes wide with wonder, fear, astonishment. She was too slow to react to the wide arching blow of the Anubi's stone arm. Fortunately for the Rusalka her werewolf colleague was quicker to act. With a powerful push of a large paw Mila was swept out of the way. She tumbled back, rolling over the floor until she hit something solid and hard. A bookcase had kept her from rolling any further, stopping her momentum. The bookcase was probably as old as the books it held and it shook on its foundations after their collision. Books fell out and Mila covered her head with her arms as several large tomes crashed down. Every hit felt like a dull throbbing, similar to the muscle ache you'd experience after a work out. The crash should have broken at least some of her bones if she had been human. Instead she only felt a memory of true pain, having a really high threshold. But even that grew painful over the years. It was at times like this Mila despised having a body.

The swooping strike of the Anubi had missed her by a hair. She looked up and struggled to see clearly, her head was still spinning and dust was floating in the air. The first of the Anubi, the one who'd tried to crush them with its hand was felled by the collective might of her colleagues. First there was an explosion of rock sending shards flying everywhere. Mila tried her best to avoid most of it but couldn't dodge everything. The sharp stones raked at her skin and tore her clothes. The loud crash that followed was deafening and her legs were left shaking afterwards. They got one down! This team really was something. Mila started to doubt their victory less and less. It was truly like they said, The bigger they are the harder they fall.

Despite their small victory the fight was far from over. The second Anubi was even more ferocious than the first. It rammed its stone hand into the man dressed in fur coats sending him flying. Mila gasped and jumped up from between the books. She didn't see him anywhere...... and there was no time to look. A devastating attack of fire and stone swept across the floor towards them. She wasn't in the direct line of fire but the approaching wave of heat forced her to think on her feet. Panic and fear fueled her adrenaline and she frantically looked around for a way to avoid getting her feet burned off. There was nothing to climb on and she doubted she could jump over it. There was only one way then. Diverting it.

She took out her silver comb and ran it through her copper locks with a shaking hand. She really hoped this was going to work out as she'd planned. If it wasn't they had a serious problem. None of them were wholly impervious. The Rusalka let out a relieved sigh feeling the drops of water trickling down her hands as she brushed. She needed to be fast and throw smart. The Rusalka aimed for a spot where most of the team was gathered including the stone man and the pink haired girl, she threw her comb at that spot. It spun across the floor spinning around creating a disc of water as it went. When it came to a stop, the water it summoned increased in volume dramatically. It created a miniature fountain which was quickly spreading in width to form a ward against the wave of fire. Stones still passed through it but the heat of the fire was effectively doused. Mila let out a sigh of relief before running to join them in the fray.

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Unlit said
I totally want to see Anselm smash.

The Hulk! ^.^

Great to see our roleplay is doing so well. We're popular! I will be posting tomorrow. There is a fair taking place this week and it has kept me pretty bussy.