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Elementals: Void Assault

I have a surprise for everyone in this next post. Btw, the Director is Vrail -- The alien who is capable of plunging our entire solar system into the jaws of a black hole-- just so everyone's on the same page. ;)

Oh yes, the red-streaked Vygorn makes a re-appearance!

Elementals: Void Assault

Atlanta | Vex Kasim

The night's shroud grew heavy about the spire of Atlanta's highest skyscraper. Clouds descended in great wisps, swirling in a chaotic flow of air currents and red sparks of lightning. Anticipation charged the atmosphere; a dense, hateful anticipation that seemed to suffocate its city.

Within the highest room of the tower a knock sounded at the Director's door. A Vygorn with black hair and a red streak arrogantly walked into the dim room, taking the darkness in stride. His malevolent eyes glanced over the full-glass windows with their blinds drawn, the lone cup of coffee on the Director's enormous desk, and to his chair. It was huge, leather, and slowly rotating to face him. A shadowy silhouette filled its seat.

"What news do you bring me, Child?" A warped, metallic voice cracked the silence, speaking in a cold tone that reverberated from every part of the room. 

Vex twitched, losing his arrogant grin. "Everything went according to plan. For, um, the most part. We were able to draw in the rest of those Kyra-lifers," He sneered at the word, "but our original hostages... Escaped."

A deafening silence was his only reply. 

Swallowing, Vex continued. "Out of the lifers we attempted to neutralize, a handful got away. Five, to be precise. But the rest of them were taken down, and have been dealt with appropriately."

"How many did you crush?" The voice tore through his ears again, chilling Vex to his core. 

"Four, Master. Earth, Fire, Lightning, and Air. Air is most... Lively. She won't tell us anything. But the others? Pah! Buckled to pain like nothing." Vex bared his teeth in a demonic smirk. 

Warped scoffing emanated from the walls as the chair shook with the silhouette's laughter. Then it was quiet, deathly so. The Director's next words were chosen with cold malice. 

"Kill them all."

***

Nature's Haven | Cora Rishaw

Cora chuckled as Will ran circles, keeping her front facing him constantly. He was enjoying himself, she could tell. With a smirk, she put an end to his ability to move freely, coating the stone beneath them in a thin layer of slippery ice. Her feet were unaffected, coated in ice themselves to keep her connected to the ground. But Will, he'd have to be careful. 

In his first reactions to the change below his shoes, Cora used the distraction to her advantage and aimed to kick out one of his legs. It was a type of hook kick that would bring his leg forward and out from underneath him. In this motion she also aimed a sharp elbow to his chest in a further effort to knock him on his butt again as the two opposing attacks (and frictionless ground) would hopelessly offset his center of balance. 

***

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages welcome to tonight's showing of fist on face!" Yahtzee boomed with the showmanship of a circus announcer, and Cora couldn't help but feel a little unnerved. She was already nervous about testing herself with Fire (it wasn't just Yahtzee who could use the practice.) But she rationalized that her sketchin' would just help reflexes save her ass in a just moment. 

A fist whirled toward her face, which Cora already began deflecting with a simple wrist movement. But out of the corner of her eyes she could see the flames igniting down his arm, and she leaned down and to the side as Yahtzee broke into fiery combustion. The explosive impact tossed Cora in the fire pit's direction, and she landed amidst the logs and passive Hygrons. She was scathed and covered in a few burn marks, but she shook off the pain. Unsure of what exactly happened, Cora struggled up from the hard land, mumbled a hasty apology to the men, and returned to the open area of the cave. 

Yahtzee landed near the entrance of the cave, and he didn't waste a moment to come at her again, fully engulfed in flames. Great, my lucky day. Cora thought sarcastically (in an effort to not panic) while lowering the temperature severely below freezing around her hand. As Yahtzee's fist of fire came within inches of contact, Cora snapped her palm against his fist with lithe precision, holding on tight. Ice and Fire fluctuated and spit like mad, hissing with intense hostility. Cora winced, immediately feeling the heat. Using his own momentum against him, Cora ducked down, pulling on his hand with an iron grip at the same time. She shifted her body in a way that his high speed would send him rolling off her shoulder and onto the stone behind her. Everywhere he contacted was left ashened and searing. 

Beyond the Horizon

I edited my sheet~! And I have half of my first post done. :)

Elementals: Void Assault

Sorry about the delay, I had a full weekend. Let the fun and games continue~

@Ginger, Jab: Maybe Phil and Will can discuss the great plan for tomorrow while Cora practices with Yahtzee. Choose whatever city you want and we'll head there.

@Sync, Urukhai: It's okay if you don't make it to Haven before we leave in the morning, I'll make sure Yahtzee burns a message into the wall for you.

Edit: @Ginger: The OOC note just refers to our match being in the past IC-wise, and to not worry about the two times going on. XD

Elementals: Void Assault

As Will shot the first ball of water, the air in the Haven dropped several degrees in temperature. Cora, seeing the impending stream of long-range water projectiles, raised her hand to the first ball. The water froze inches from her fingertips, fixated in an arcing shape of frozen droplets. Will's element aligned to her own, fluidly reversing its course to pierce through two of the incoming water balls. Cora took these extra seconds to diagonally roll to the side, closing most of the space between her and Will. 

Still low to the ground from the roll, Cora rotated in such a way that her entire motion spurred from a single anchoring foot as her other leg came up in a sweep across Will's abdomen. Assuming Will would simply back up, she followed through with this attack, placing her sweeping foot down as the new anchor. In a 360 degree twist, her back leg swung up in a powerful roundhouse straight for Will's center point. At this point she was fully standing, hands steady and on guard. 

[OOC: We'll determine this in the next few posts.]

***

Yahtzee applauded their match, giddy enthusiasm echoing his words. He was interested in testing himself, from what Cora could see. "I would appreciate anything you could show me."

The earnest look in his eyes wasn't hard to miss, and Cora smiled. Despite her natural dislike of fire, she couldn't turn down more practice. The thrill of anticipating opponents, especially expressive ones that knew how to fight was something she truly reveled in. Will was a perfect opponent and, now that she had a taste, Cora eagerly awaited their next training session. Heart still racing and muscles limber from the match, she nodded. "You got guts, Yahtzee. I'd like to see what you can do, and I know how you can go all-out."

Considering the possibility of burnt clothing, Cora unzipped her black hoodie and peeled it off, wearing a simple double-strap dark tank top underneath. She walked to the circle of logs around the fire pit, draping the hoodie off her seat. She noticed Phil creating a great shimmer of light, and took a step closer to see more. He was using one of the ice cups as a prism, scattering little rainbows across the rock walls. Cora couldn't remember the last time she had seen a rainbow, or so many colours. The light show captivated her attention, and her face held a sense of wonder. 

"Ice eventually melts, but if you ever want a prism, Phil. You just let me know. This is beautiful." She said, giving Phil a thoughtful glance. 

Returning to the flat space by the fire pit, Cora stood opposite of Yahtzee. Her bare skin took on a paler hue as ice coated itself in a thin sheet over her arms and face. The frost decorated her body in reflective fractal patterns that would buffer most (but not all) of Yahtzee's element.

"Alright, Yahtzee, I'm ready. Come at me however you want, don't worry about hurting me." Cora half-grinned, keeping her weight on the balls of her feet. 

Elementals: Void Assault

Cora winced as Phil was struck dead in the jaw. Will's water gloves buffered most of the impact; he could have hit much harder. Of course, Phil was automatically at a disadvantage since he didn't have the sun to back him up as his natural source of power.  Cora should have taken that into consideration -- it totally slipped her mind. 

She walked by Phil as he returned to his seat, giving his shoulder a pat. "You did good, Phil. The Vygorns will have their hands full once we're ready to kick ass."

Standing off from the fire pit, across from Will, Cora held a loose cat stance. Her weight was shifted on the ball of her back foot, her other foot pointed toward Will. Her hands were up in open palms, steady and still. It all instantly appeared in her mind again, all the training she absorbed from her few years in the dojo, all the skirmishes she was a part of in the Atlantian slums. She had to trust her body, and trust her instinct. 

Her eyes flickered up from Will's chest just for a moment, and she took in his face. The same face that looked back at her on the other side of the bars, back when they were locked in the alien bastards' tent. A swell of gratitude bubbled up within her, and she smiled. "Your move, Will. No holding back."

Elementals: Void Assault

Very entertaining match, there'll have to be round two when we reach one of the suburban cities. :3

My post will be up soon~

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Revealing character weakness makes me believe in them. That's like, one of the important bits.

Just sayin.

Tales of Eyreseum - The False King

So who wants to post next? >w>
And is Dlay still with us?

Beyond the Horizon

Here's my sheet, 76. Lemme know what you think. :)

May I Introduce Avis Cassell

[ Avis Bierne Cassell | 25 | Female ]

Appearance: Standing at 5'5, Avis prides herself in her modest curves. She's slender, maybe even a little scrawny. Her wavy, jet-black hair is messy, cut short to her shoulders, and ends in wisps. She ties it back with an old, brown bandana, probably in an effort to hide how long she hasn't had a shower. Well-used goggles rest on the bandana just off her forehead. Her eyes are a curious sight, the left one being brown and the other a pale gray. 

She wears slim-fitting, dark brown miner's coveralls with a loose, faded tee underneath it. Both articles are covered in a layer of ash and grease. She's left hand-dominant, so her left forearm is bare. But her right is covered in different cloths, braided string, and strange looking beads. Half-fingerless leather gloves line her hands, so worn that there are holes in the palm. Her necklace is important to note as it is the magical object to allow her access to the island. She often tucks the ball behind her shirt. 

Along the simple silver chain around her neck is a curious object -- a small metal ball about 1.5 inches in diameter. The metal shines a pearlescent silver, many lines are etched within its features that glow pale blue-white. On its front several little copper cogs slowly tick together, though it doesn't seem to show any indication of time. At its bottom is an intricate indent that almost seems like a keyhole. 

Personality: Neither a leader nor a follower, Avis tends to make her own path in life, and prides herself on her independence. Avis is naturally reflective and enjoys sitting down at the end of a long day to ponder the mysteries of her world. She holds onto questions rather than answers as they can always change, but questions remain constant. She regards her starved, dying world with great sadness. But she still holds a sense of wonder, and has clinically detached herself from her surroundings as a coping mechanism. She's adaptable, down-to-earth and laid-back. When she speaks it's with genuine emotion and honesty. Past the well-meaning apathy, down on the soul-level, Avis has a great capacity for emotion -- she's empathic, warm and gentle. 

Occasionally Avis is prone to feeling inadequate, especially if she's not met with success soon after she starts something new. Her level-headed trait can be confused with apathy, or a lack of care. She's used to being quite private, and has a bad habit of not disclosing her personal opinions. Avis also dislikes being alone for an extended period of time, and can become crippled if an emotional need is not met. 

Background: Avis was essentially sold to her uncle after her previous family could no longer afford their youngest daughter. He worked in a mine, and she was quickly working down in the darkness with him, even at her young age. There was family love between her and her uncle, but it wasn't the same as a mother's embrace and Avis went through a period of grief. 

Her uncle had collected many things over the years, old books, odd trinkets and a great assortment of chipped jewels. Being a natural tinkerer, Avis learned how to take apart his clocks and put them back together, better than before. As soon as he taught her how to read Avis found a great love in learning, and read his entire library twice over. His books on legend and lore impressed her the most, and she dreamed of lost islands with bountiful bread and honey. 

For her 18th birthday her uncle surprised her with a gift not even he knew the significance of. On a line of freshly polish silver he offered Avis an ornate silver ball that ticked like it had its own heartbeat. He told her it was the key to finding the island she read about in her childhood. But when she asked for further insight, he shook his head. Not even he had all the answers. 

A year later her uncle gave her his hot air balloon ship, and after working for months on the steam engine, Avis got the old clunker up and running. That was her ticket out of mining, and with a heartfelt goodbye, she left her uncle and the claustrophobic darkness behind. She never looked back. 

High up in the clouds for many months, Avis never tired of the fresh air, being able to peek over the steel railing and seeing a vague, dark land far below. And she never grew bored of watching the sky, in its many sunsets and nights full of twinkling stars. 

After years of pursuing the legend of the lost island, Avis came across enough secrets that eventually took her journey into the vast and endless ocean. She knew she'd be searching for a needle in a haystack, but she had to find paradise. After all these years, she was so close -- giving up wasn't an option. 

Other:
-- Avis is a tinkerer, and can fix almost anything. 
-- She thoroughly enjoys the tick of copper cogs, and has become quite attached to her silver ball. 
-- Owns and maintains a moderately large airship.