Well, Witch definitely is a good fit for the character I have in mind. Looking forward to a CS.
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I've a tepid interest, due to the rarity of a steampunk setting. I'll wait for a bit more of a concrete foundation before I throw in wholesale, though.
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Scarlett drew a sharp hiss, as Shavis summoned her attention - that damnable whistale, forcing her brain to abandon Human defiance for Bestial obedience. She hated how used to her movements Shavis had gotten thanks to her inhuman senses; the Belua knew her breathing patterns, her gait, and scent to the point that, even fully naked, she couldn't creep through the homestead that functioned as her jail without alerting the lightning ligress to her movement. It was part of the love-hate relationship that she held with her caretaker/jailer, as Shavis was the only standing defense against her dying of starvation, the elements, or her own suicidal guilt.
However, that whistle... she hated to her core for how much control it exercised over her; reminding her of her weakness, of her sin...
Still, she pushed past it, and regarded Shavis with a disdain melting into apathy.
Before she could speak, Hector spoke up; welcoming him back, inviting her to share her findings. Surely, Shavis had the same, rational desire for her to speak of her investigation - after all, she'd announced her intentions, naught but a few hours ago, so it had likely gone unforgotten.
Even though, she wished it to have done so.
"I do not recall agreeing to do your legwork, rifleman," she says, regarding Hector with only an eye turned sideways. She didn't share much in the way of approval or disapproval for the rifleman, but his disdain of her was evident. Humans, even Belua, couldn't hide their microexpressions - small facial tics, and subtle eye movements. Hector's underlying animosity was clear in the clipped direction of his speech and his active facial reposturing.
He was trying to tolerate her.
"Regardless, yes, my preparations are done," Scarlett says, "And, the information I have come to obtain is beneficial to only myself, so sharing would be wasteful. If you wanted me to obtain something worth report, you should asked"
Then, Tilnak arrived, and seemed to awkwardly mingle into the group. There was a relatableness to his actions, and she found him mostly harmless, until he cast his abjuration, and shielded them with his defense.
For anyone else, his display would be immediately understood and well-received, but Scarlett was a special cast.
"NNNRRGGH!!!"
A pulse of darkness exploded off Scarlett, as streaks of coal criss-crossed her face like tree branches - her blood vessels became more pronounced, and swelled with more iron than blood. Fully dilated, her eyes took in Tilnak, as she growled and snarled at him like a feral beast; blood splattered on the ground, as her right arm erupted with spikes and spines, while the vermillion serpentine summoned itself, wreathed in flames, around her body.
However, she didn't attack him - she was attacking herself, trying to dispel the shield that had caged her, even though it lasted for a moment.
Shavis would remember this self-destructive behavior from Scarlett when she was first hosted.
You couldn't just suddenly cage a feral beast without invoking its ire.
Scarlett drew a sharp hiss, as Shavis summoned her attention - that damnable whistale, forcing her brain to abandon Human defiance for Bestial obedience. She hated how used to her movements Shavis had gotten thanks to her inhuman senses; the Belua knew her breathing patterns, her gait, and scent to the point that, even fully naked, she couldn't creep through the homestead that functioned as her jail without alerting the lightning ligress to her movement. It was part of the love-hate relationship that she held with her caretaker/jailer, as Shavis was the only standing defense against her dying of starvation, the elements, or her own suicidal guilt.
However, that whistle... she hated to her core for how much control it exercised over her; reminding her of her weakness, of her sin...
Still, she pushed past it, and regarded Shavis with a disdain melting into apathy.
Before she could speak, Hector spoke up; welcoming him back, inviting her to share her findings. Surely, Shavis had the same, rational desire for her to speak of her investigation - after all, she'd announced her intentions, naught but a few hours ago, so it had likely gone unforgotten.
Even though, she wished it to have done so.
"I do not recall agreeing to do your legwork, rifleman," she says, regarding Hector with only an eye turned sideways. She didn't share much in the way of approval or disapproval for the rifleman, but his disdain of her was evident. Humans, even Belua, couldn't hide their microexpressions - small facial tics, and subtle eye movements. Hector's underlying animosity was clear in the clipped direction of his speech and his active facial reposturing.
He was trying to tolerate her.
"Regardless, yes, my preparations are done," Scarlett says, "And, the information I have come to obtain is beneficial to only myself, so sharing would be wasteful. If you wanted me to obtain something worth report, you should asked"
Then, Tilnak arrived, and seemed to awkwardly mingle into the group. There was a relatableness to his actions, and she found him mostly harmless, until he cast his abjuration, and shielded them with his defense.
For anyone else, his display would be immediately understood and well-received, but Scarlett was a special cast.
"NNNRRGGH!!!"
A pulse of darkness exploded off Scarlett, as streaks of coal criss-crossed her face like tree branches - her blood vessels became more pronounced, and swelled with more iron than blood. Fully dilated, her eyes took in Tilnak, as she growled and snarled at him like a feral beast; blood splattered on the ground, as her right arm erupted with spikes and spines, while the vermillion serpentine summoned itself, wreathed in flames, around her body.
However, she didn't attack him - she was attacking herself, trying to dispel the shield that had caged her, even though it lasted for a moment.
Shavis would remember this self-destructive behavior from Scarlett when she was first hosted.
You couldn't just suddenly cage a feral beast without invoking its ire.
51.5K characters. Please, just ignore any typos or odd syntaxes I couldn't catch...
...I have lost my ability of Critical Reading.
...I have lost my ability of Critical Reading.
Happy new year to you too.
Yay, now I can have Relica be a sass-mouth to all of ya~
Advising against sassing Alice for reasons. She will incite PvP on-sight.
Agreeable.
Scarlett found Kiff to be... surprisingly agreeable.
Not only to her point, but her opinion. Normally, she would have expected him to be disagreeable - to the point that she had a retort primed and at the tip of her tongue, yet she found herself swallowing it, instead. He agreed, through his own point of view, and neither The Scientist or The Beast could fully accept this unexpected turn of events. However, life was nothing if not manufactured constants and natural inconsistencies.
Surely, there are bound to be outliers in all things.
After all, work was hierarchical and it was clear, Kiff was keeping himself cloistered below Ruecian and Rozemyne, like a lazy cat, while the snide snake climbed further up the tree, and the haughty raven kept herself nested; only moving higher when needed. It was a game, like all things, with structure and rules - even if Scarlett invented them for her own mental benefit. And, so, with that in mind, she regarded his words in earnest; making sure to keep note of the woman, as well as the librarian's expansive stock of knowledge - personal and impersonal, via the books he kept watch of.
For now, she knew enough of her prey - they were aquatic beasts, survived on an ancient diet that kept them territorial, but conscious of Humans; that was in the mission briefing, after all, and her studies.. However, their environmental adaptation - natural camouflage, exceptional night vision, and their abilities to swim and stalk prey on lands and through water - posed an insidious challenge that would elevate the troubles of this supposedly easy mission.
Furthermore, the complications of scent came into play; could they track scent from underwater as if aboveground?
These were small details, small worries, but molehills become pitfalls for the unaware.
Thus, Scarlett would opt to treat these territorial predators like an invasive predator should: respectfully, with all intention of devouring them. To that end, she would take Kiff up on his offer. For the first time in an hour, since meeting him, she would leave an unsorted assortment of biological studies with revised purpose, and approach the librarian with a single question, "Where can I find your Alchemist?"
Scarlett found Kiff to be... surprisingly agreeable.
Not only to her point, but her opinion. Normally, she would have expected him to be disagreeable - to the point that she had a retort primed and at the tip of her tongue, yet she found herself swallowing it, instead. He agreed, through his own point of view, and neither The Scientist or The Beast could fully accept this unexpected turn of events. However, life was nothing if not manufactured constants and natural inconsistencies.
Surely, there are bound to be outliers in all things.
After all, work was hierarchical and it was clear, Kiff was keeping himself cloistered below Ruecian and Rozemyne, like a lazy cat, while the snide snake climbed further up the tree, and the haughty raven kept herself nested; only moving higher when needed. It was a game, like all things, with structure and rules - even if Scarlett invented them for her own mental benefit. And, so, with that in mind, she regarded his words in earnest; making sure to keep note of the woman, as well as the librarian's expansive stock of knowledge - personal and impersonal, via the books he kept watch of.
For now, she knew enough of her prey - they were aquatic beasts, survived on an ancient diet that kept them territorial, but conscious of Humans; that was in the mission briefing, after all, and her studies.. However, their environmental adaptation - natural camouflage, exceptional night vision, and their abilities to swim and stalk prey on lands and through water - posed an insidious challenge that would elevate the troubles of this supposedly easy mission.
Furthermore, the complications of scent came into play; could they track scent from underwater as if aboveground?
These were small details, small worries, but molehills become pitfalls for the unaware.
Thus, Scarlett would opt to treat these territorial predators like an invasive predator should: respectfully, with all intention of devouring them. To that end, she would take Kiff up on his offer. For the first time in an hour, since meeting him, she would leave an unsorted assortment of biological studies with revised purpose, and approach the librarian with a single question, "Where can I find your Alchemist?"
@Enkryption
Sorry for modifying your post, but I felt it would be strange for Takeshi to have just watched.
Unless I read wrong, the fact that Takeshi caught, effectively, Lady Dimitrescu, without breaking his back, is the only part of that I could take issue with.
And, that's solely because it's hilarious to imagine.
Beyond that, s'all good. Iff'n ya ever wanna add or change something, you can always DM me. I usually won't have an issue, if it's nothing I feel is scene breaking or detracts from the core of the post.
"Rainbow"
As she descended into Shizuka's attack, fluid streams of water slipped between frozen blades of ice, and pressed them this way and that. The clashing clang of sword-on-axe announced the parry, and defiance of Shizuka's strike.
Alice used the reversal and the gifted momentum to push herself to safety, and landed on the ground with a notable impact. Opening her coat, she sheathed Carroll, before removing her hat, and shaking her hair out.
"Almost had to be serious," she says, "Another day, perhaps. This is becoming a hassle."
Twirling her hat on her right pointer, Alice would walk past Shizuka's, and plop her hat on Gringor's head.
"Next time, cowboy, ride alone, and we'll finish this fight..."
Alice meeped, as Shizuka appeared out of the blue - a Human, nothing more, nothing less, and yet she never felt his approach. How? That was the question. Could a Human possess the ability to exist outside of the sense of a Mad Hatter, so swift and clever of thoughts and sense? Such a revelation was frightening, genuinely, in its own right, and put Alice on a defensive backstep. Her stance changed; ready to parry with [Rainbow]...
"Civilized? An Orc? You’d be sooner to see a flat-chested Holstaur," she says, keeping Carroll steady. "Don’t press your luck with this one..." he says, "Avoid the Human, and stay the course on the Orc... Use your Madness."
Alice nodded, and shifted her stance from [Rainbow] to [Eruption], and stepped forward. However, Shizuka occupied the square she needed to be in to bypass Gringor to hit him unguarded, so she couldn't use her back-attack on him in the traditional sense. Instead, she would use it to generate a fire before Shizuka, by making a right angle turn, and adjusting the line. In the same instance, she would use [Eruption] again to flash step into the flame pillar, but bury the haft of Carroll into the ground, only to wrap the flames in [Shatter], and bottle them for a sudden flip of the Cursed Blade, and a breezy blade of wind to deploy within from [Zephyr] - resulting in the blazing, thermal explosion of a well-fed fire that took itself and her in the direction of the sky.
Above Shizuka and Gringor the shadow of a much larger, more muscular Alice stood in the sky on the lengthy shaft her axe, and uttered the spell, "Heavenly Strike," as she kicked off Carroll, and realigned him to slam into Gringor's own raised axe.
"Infighting among taskforce members will not be tolerated. If you've disputes, take it up with me. Besides, neither of you look like you're in any condition to be fighting right now. Perhaps we could all talk this out in a more civilized manner?"
"Civilized? An Orc? You’d be sooner to see a flat-chested Holstaur," she says, keeping Carroll steady. "Don’t press your luck with this one..." he says, "Avoid the Human, and stay the course on the Orc... Use your Madness."
Alice nodded, and shifted her stance from [Rainbow] to [Eruption], and stepped forward. However, Shizuka occupied the square she needed to be in to bypass Gringor to hit him unguarded, so she couldn't use her back-attack on him in the traditional sense. Instead, she would use it to generate a fire before Shizuka, by making a right angle turn, and adjusting the line. In the same instance, she would use [Eruption] again to flash step into the flame pillar, but bury the haft of Carroll into the ground, only to wrap the flames in [Shatter], and bottle them for a sudden flip of the Cursed Blade, and a breezy blade of wind to deploy within from [Zephyr] - resulting in the blazing, thermal explosion of a well-fed fire that took itself and her in the direction of the sky.
Above Shizuka and Gringor the shadow of a much larger, more muscular Alice stood in the sky on the lengthy shaft her axe, and uttered the spell, "Heavenly Strike," as she kicked off Carroll, and realigned him to slam into Gringor's own raised axe.
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