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I've just written the worst post i've ever made in an Rp, and i don't know how i could have made it better.
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It didn't.
The blast of pure magical energy broke straight through the mere fire like a knife through butter and struck the girl on her side. She dropped, landing on the hard concrete and staying down. She twisted and writhed, but her leg felt broken. Violetta patted herself down, and felt it before the pain hit. There was a piece of her flesh ripped out of her hip. It went down somewhere awfully pinkish, and Vio turned her head away. She'd have to keep a low profile for a while, say, five or ten minutes for this little wound to heal itself up and she'd be right as rain. Even now, she could hear the weird rustling as the fabric knitted and wove itself back together, it wasn't even a thing.
Something jumped in her hand. The one not holding the flamethrower which she'd been pointing up trying to stop the other girl from getting too close. She looked down. It was right next to her amber gem, and it was sucking out a hundred little specks of black misery out and, for want of a better word, gorging on the grief. And it was pulsing, and twisting the air around it, and struggling against her grip. She dropped her gem, picked up the seed in two fingers and threw it, in the general direction of the troublemaker, but it was far too late, the seed was already going to hatch as it flew through the air and distorted all of space and time around i-
Violetta woke up, and saw a million snowflakes dancing past her eyes. She was wrapped around something, a giant tree trunk made of glass and crystal. It would've been quite pretty, if it weren't all upside down. The ceiling stayed steady as a rock while the floor stretched away to infinity, and the only thing stopping her from finding out what lay down, except by falling in and finding out. Must be a witch's labyrinth, Violetta thought. Eventually,a familiar will show up. Maybe even the witch itself. Or the girl would beat her, rip the labyrinth apart, and she'd be able to backstab her as she came out of the labyrinth. With that in mind, there was no better thing to do but stay here and out of her way. Revenge for Germany could wait. She snuggled down under her layers of clothing and glared at the light bouncing every which way.
It didn't.
The blast of pure magical energy broke straight through the mere fire like a knife through butter and struck the girl on her side. She dropped, landing on the hard concrete and staying down. She twisted and writhed, but her leg felt broken. Violetta patted herself down, and felt it before the pain hit. There was a piece of her flesh ripped out of her hip. It went down somewhere awfully pinkish, and Vio turned her head away. She'd have to keep a low profile for a while, say, five or ten minutes for this little wound to heal itself up and she'd be right as rain. Even now, she could hear the weird rustling as the fabric knitted and wove itself back together, it wasn't even a thing.
Something jumped in her hand. The one not holding the flamethrower which she'd been pointing up trying to stop the other girl from getting too close. She looked down. It was right next to her amber gem, and it was sucking out a hundred little specks of black misery out and, for want of a better word, gorging on the grief. And it was pulsing, and twisting the air around it, and struggling against her grip. She dropped her gem, picked up the seed in two fingers and threw it, in the general direction of the troublemaker, but it was far too late, the seed was already going to hatch as it flew through the air and distorted all of space and time around i-
Violetta woke up, and saw a million snowflakes dancing past her eyes. She was wrapped around something, a giant tree trunk made of glass and crystal. It would've been quite pretty, if it weren't all upside down. The ceiling stayed steady as a rock while the floor stretched away to infinity, and the only thing stopping her from finding out what lay down, except by falling in and finding out. Must be a witch's labyrinth, Violetta thought. Eventually,a familiar will show up. Maybe even the witch itself. Or the girl would beat her, rip the labyrinth apart, and she'd be able to backstab her as she came out of the labyrinth. With that in mind, there was no better thing to do but stay here and out of her way. Revenge for Germany could wait. She snuggled down under her layers of clothing and glared at the light bouncing every which way.
It was my original plan to break her magic circle thing, to duck into the witch's labyrinth and fight in there. Things never go the way you plan for, do they?
"Do we really have to-" began the other girl, before she was interrupted. Violetta had closed the gap, her legs hammering repeatedly against the rooftops. She punched up, her fire machine an extension of her arm. She barely had time to squeeze the trigger as she aimed and fired it at point blank at her stomach. If she missed, she'd try to hit her with her spare hand, still holding onto her gem and seed. Either way, Violetta was still being carried by her momentum and largely overshot, her momentum bringing her in a practically straight line to the building opposite the street.
She broke through the wall, but landed against the second wall inside feet first. Her legs, coiling like a spring under her, would've broken if they'd been all entirely normal. She pushed off, coming back again at roughly the same height, and squeezed the trigger again, wrapping herself in a large bright ball of incandescense, which was screaming as it sucked in oxygen out of the air, heading right for the girl.
The seed in her off hand reached it's limit and kept going, practically feasting on her despaor.
She broke through the wall, but landed against the second wall inside feet first. Her legs, coiling like a spring under her, would've broken if they'd been all entirely normal. She pushed off, coming back again at roughly the same height, and squeezed the trigger again, wrapping herself in a large bright ball of incandescense, which was screaming as it sucked in oxygen out of the air, heading right for the girl.
The seed in her off hand reached it's limit and kept going, practically feasting on her despaor.
Aww, it's adorable how Alice thinks she can talk someone out of a beserker rage. Or how she thinks Vio's a nice person being held back by an evil political system when it's actually the other way around.
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The girl brought her into a neighbourhood where the building didn't reach much higher then ground level. Terraced houses and squarish soulless buildings lined the streets, and both of them skipped past brick chimneys and tiled roofs to get to their final destination. The building itself was... Non-existent. It looked like a billion other buildings in this area, all corrugated iron and and 50's concrete. The only distinguishing feature it had was the hole in the roof, with the boulders this girl had obviously put down.
Violetta landed on the edge of the roof, and brought out her flame machine. The air around her arm went all greasy and slick with magical energy, and then the magical weapon appeared, all around her arm like a metal glove. She gave it an experimental squeeze. The liquid shot out, easily reaching inside the circle and setting lichen on fire. She frowned, and using her free hand, patted around for her soul gem. It was black. Violetta grimaced for a moment, and fished in a pocket for a grief seed, picking it up in the same hand she held the gem in. She felt her soul getting purified, like a large weight around your neck being suddenly lifted, and the fire grow larger and hotter in return. She stepped into the little circle on the ground, barely even registering it, and pointed the nozzle at the rocks and debris in the hole.
She briefly thought about turning her nozzle to the side, and hitting the purple traitor with her fire. It would've been so cleansing, to remove the dirty rotten pieces of driftwood this city needed to become a pure and righteous place again, to take out the trash left behind and carry on with her plan to make this city great. She finally gave in to the temptation, twisting her hand those few degrees to the side and dousing the poor girl in magical napalm. She'd never admit this later, but she laughed.
The girl brought her into a neighbourhood where the building didn't reach much higher then ground level. Terraced houses and squarish soulless buildings lined the streets, and both of them skipped past brick chimneys and tiled roofs to get to their final destination. The building itself was... Non-existent. It looked like a billion other buildings in this area, all corrugated iron and and 50's concrete. The only distinguishing feature it had was the hole in the roof, with the boulders this girl had obviously put down.
Violetta landed on the edge of the roof, and brought out her flame machine. The air around her arm went all greasy and slick with magical energy, and then the magical weapon appeared, all around her arm like a metal glove. She gave it an experimental squeeze. The liquid shot out, easily reaching inside the circle and setting lichen on fire. She frowned, and using her free hand, patted around for her soul gem. It was black. Violetta grimaced for a moment, and fished in a pocket for a grief seed, picking it up in the same hand she held the gem in. She felt her soul getting purified, like a large weight around your neck being suddenly lifted, and the fire grow larger and hotter in return. She stepped into the little circle on the ground, barely even registering it, and pointed the nozzle at the rocks and debris in the hole.
She briefly thought about turning her nozzle to the side, and hitting the purple traitor with her fire. It would've been so cleansing, to remove the dirty rotten pieces of driftwood this city needed to become a pure and righteous place again, to take out the trash left behind and carry on with her plan to make this city great. She finally gave in to the temptation, twisting her hand those few degrees to the side and dousing the poor girl in magical napalm. She'd never admit this later, but she laughed.
Fighting in the lab would give all the advantages to Vio. Man-made materials are two a penny in a lab. she'd be able to turn the whole building into a weapon. But i have a plan on how to break free from your circle. I'll get a post up in a bit.
@TrixyTrix
Violetta glared. Behind her eyes, a thousand voices clamoured out in sheer mindless rage, and they were all her voice, and they were buzzing like a swarm of bees. "Traitor!" called out one. "Liar!" said another. "Theif! Infidel! Pre-cinder! Degenerate! HUMAN ROAST!"
She reined it in, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. She could burn the lying twisty purple fiend into a pile of ash somewhere where she wouldn't be a problem, like in this lab she was meant to investigate. Or something. It was getting hard to think, with all the little bits of yourself that usually did the thinking screaming bloody murder. It was worse, because she agreed with them. Labs! Think about labs. White coats. Chemicals. Test tubes. Acids that would tear faces away as little girls screamed in terror, curling up into balls like cockroaches leaving nothing behind but wisps of white smoke and a convenient little grief seed she could suck the soul out of. Violetta tried her best to stay calm as she jumped from parapet to parapet, but surely her companion must've noticed something by now?
No, it seemed like she was still talking. Violetta just managed to hide her true feelings as she turned and flapped on about something relatively unimportant, in her eyes. She nodded, and tried to seem empathic, even making a half-hearted "There there" as the tears began to flow. Not that a german-hating fiend like the girl in mauve had any real feelings, Violetta privately observed, but it was good to keep up appearances. Thank god she hadn't asked her a question, otherwise she'd looked like a real fool. But the girl seemed to have just told her some mundane secret about herself. It couldnt've been too important, and anyway, the dead didn't tell tales.
Violetta glared. Behind her eyes, a thousand voices clamoured out in sheer mindless rage, and they were all her voice, and they were buzzing like a swarm of bees. "Traitor!" called out one. "Liar!" said another. "Theif! Infidel! Pre-cinder! Degenerate! HUMAN ROAST!"
She reined it in, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. She could burn the lying twisty purple fiend into a pile of ash somewhere where she wouldn't be a problem, like in this lab she was meant to investigate. Or something. It was getting hard to think, with all the little bits of yourself that usually did the thinking screaming bloody murder. It was worse, because she agreed with them. Labs! Think about labs. White coats. Chemicals. Test tubes. Acids that would tear faces away as little girls screamed in terror, curling up into balls like cockroaches leaving nothing behind but wisps of white smoke and a convenient little grief seed she could suck the soul out of. Violetta tried her best to stay calm as she jumped from parapet to parapet, but surely her companion must've noticed something by now?
No, it seemed like she was still talking. Violetta just managed to hide her true feelings as she turned and flapped on about something relatively unimportant, in her eyes. She nodded, and tried to seem empathic, even making a half-hearted "There there" as the tears began to flow. Not that a german-hating fiend like the girl in mauve had any real feelings, Violetta privately observed, but it was good to keep up appearances. Thank god she hadn't asked her a question, otherwise she'd looked like a real fool. But the girl seemed to have just told her some mundane secret about herself. It couldnt've been too important, and anyway, the dead didn't tell tales.
Aaaaaand Now i'm scared.
Oh, and Alice's has just made a mortal enemy. Although, is it a mortal enemy if it's a magical girl?
Oh, and Alice's has just made a mortal enemy. Although, is it a mortal enemy if it's a magical girl?
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