Bobbi nodded in response to Joe telling her and Kyla to stay put.
"Yes, sir," she said aloud, completely serious, and fixing her attention on the enormous multi-elemental arachnid. Kyla mentioned not being able to en-element Bobbi without a major drain to her own mana, and the Archer shrugged.
.:That’s fine,:. she responded. .:I can switch to defensive. I just have a much larger offensive arsenal at my di—Dawn!:.
She was interrupted mid-thought by Spider Douche trying to eat her oldest friend. She followed after Joe, leaping her Mirror Wall close on his heels, though he got to the dancer before she did. The Archer skidded to a halt as Dawn’s boot came off, and as Dawn made her way to the back of the group, she heaved a sigh of relief, and turned her attention back to Joe. She was braced to cover him if his phobia overwhelmed again, but somehow he seemed to be back in the game, and despite the battle, Bobbi grinned.
She returned her attention to the battle, watching the others attack the giant spider, and seeing so many things she could be doing to help… if only her element weren’t ice.
I’m useless, she realized. And she hated that feeling. The only thing she could do was shield—wait. Ah-ha!
.:I’m barricading the supports and spellcasters,:. she announced over the charms to the team as she built up her Mirror Wall in front of Dawn, Jenny, Kyla, and Syrike. She built it to be as clear and transparent as glass while also being thick and tall enough to provide protection. Since her Mirror Wall was an actual, literal wall and not a Wall spell, she had to be careful to provide protection and still allow people to make their attacks or spells. To save on mana, she made the wall one solid piece where she could, but sometimes the people she was protecting were too far apart. Either way, it was only about five feet tall at the most.
When she was done, her vision blurred and spun for a moment. She’d never spent that much mana at once, even taking the precaution of combining the walls into one where she could. She reeled a little, but steadied quickly, even though the room was still tilting for a few moments after.
.:This is really all I can do to be useful, you guys. I'm sorry.:.
[Mirror Wall doesn’t cast any buffs. I’ll also let y’all be the judge about where the wall is merged or separate. I have no idea where anyone is placed in this fight and I can’t make heads nor tails of it from the posts.]
Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 1:49 am
[Kyla: Narnia: Forsaken Hall]
As much as she felt wary of the impending limit break on its way Kyla was more concerned about her companions in immediate danger. She wanted to prepare something in case all hell broke lose, but she would have to build up to that-
What the heck was going on over there between Kyle-jora and Louis? Oh- to be a fly on the wall. This was maddening.
“Alright-“ firstly Kyla cast Flight of Blade imbued with light and launched them at the legs that remained- second she cast Warding Lotus on Mathy, the newer Joe, Anthony and Nick-
And in preparation began thinking of something more profound, long term once her initial scribbles came to life. She turned to a new page and began making notes. She needed to figure out what the deal was with being cut off from her shard- what did this mean for the fight? Was there an element to this battle field they were not aware of- and if so- would this come back to bite them?!
'Ugh.. if you could Tyue- can you poke around and find out where or why Louis can't talk anymore? Do you feel anything disconnecting? My main issue is ..this shard is 'inside' my heart right? Well so are you? Is an outside source doing this? Or is it internal? Think you can rummage around and find out??' It may not bear fruit, but it was worth asking.
~Will do! I'll let you know what I sense!~
((Inital Assault: Flight of Blades/ Ligth Element to target 1 leg.)) ((Support: Wall = granted to Mathy, Zeiq, Anthony and Nick ))
James watched as their combined efforts showed results, four of the creatures legs were now gone, the others damaged or melting from all of the fire attacks. The corsair wondered how much more force it would take to destroy the remaining four. Still though they were clearly doing something right and it seemed like against the giant spider it was the only thing to do. Dawn almost got herself into a spot of trouble. However, Joe’s reaction and her quirky thinking ended up saving her. That taken care of the corsair pocketed the flame card and removed from the card box the Light card, deciding to see how much more effective(if at all) the Light Elemental Attack would be.
”Status update on it’s limit break!?” He called out over the charms.
The corsair charged his attack from behind the cover of the Mirror Wall once again, pouring as much of his energy into the attack as he could. Just as with the Fire, Haste allowed him to charge more energy quicker than normal and combined with the still active Faith effect lunar gunner expected an equally brilliant result from this attack. The barrels of his hexagun shined brilliantly as the built up energy emanated from within the gun and the corsair quickly rounded the corner and pulled the trigger unleashing the Holy Hand Grenado. The massive sphere of energy landed in about the same spot as his previous attack and exploded in a near blinding burst of holy energy. The combination of his charging and Faith resulted in a similar range and power to the Napalm Grenado, enveloping the spider’s body and legs in scorching brilliance.
Holy Hand Grenado: MS=12 charged for 2 actions +4 = 16X1.4(Faith)= 24
Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 7:46 am
[Amy : Narnia : Forsaken Hall]
The battle raged on. The limit break of the alien-spider creature was now at 50%, which was concerning, but Amy still felt that the group could handle it and destroy the spider before the limit break was unleashed. Its legs were collapsing at a good rate.
She couldn't hear what Louis and Kyjora were talking about. She could tell Kyjora had asked a question, she assumed at least, and Louis had answered. Louis's response didn't come in the form of an attack, and she wondered if they were just gonna stand there talking while a giant alien-spider went on a rampage behind them. To Amy, their calm conversation was on her left, and the battle was on the right. It was an odd contrast.
'They're not doing anything,' she sent over the charms, excluding Nich and Kyjora. 'Just whispering to each other.' Plotting together?
One or both must have known she was around; otherwise, why whisper? She headed to her right, still along the left wall, a little ways away from Kyjora and Louis. She had plenty of charging power by this point, so she unleashed a charged Crystaga underneath the alien-spider. It was a powerful enough spell to hit several of the legs at once. She followed up with another one immediately after, although the second one wasn't charged.
[[ Kyle note: Assuming she's been charging since she quaffed the ether, that's fourteen actions spent charging at +2 Magic an action for the first Crystaga. ]]
Things were beginning to look up, or at least Joe thought they were looking up. Sure, Kyle was still down for the count, but Fearless Leader was back, everyone was just wailing on the spider, and they finally had the momentum they needed to end this. 'Now, what haven't I tried yet?' Joe thought, quickly going over his options. Rasp was too gradual, Meteor wasn't wide enough, his sword strikes couldn't deal enough damage... 'Ah, you're coming up on my favorite part of our element. The walls of reality are such fragile things...'
Oh right. That. It was a bit twisted, but considering the time limit they had, he was running out of options.
Joe paused and began to charge his attack, balling his off-hand into a fist. Like some of the others, he still had both Haste and Faith working for him, so this was guaranteed to hurt.
A circle began to form in midair around the leg he had been attacking, and spread outward enough to where it scraped at the edges of Dumael's body where joint met torso. Once the circle completed Joe, eager to see what it could do, silently smirked and opened his fist.
The result was instant. The space inside the circle ripped apart like wet parchment as a chaotic, pulsing sphere of inverted energies exploded outward, ripping through the spider's leg and body with otherworldly energies.
He had to admit, the Negative Gatewas something special.
[[AN: My stats are the same as James' right now, so that's MS= (12+4)1.4 = 24]]
Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 11:20 pm
[ Matthew ; Jenny ; Sayrike ; Anthony ; John ; Dani ; Dawn ; Melisandre ; Nicholas : Narnia : Forsaken Hall ]
"Just rising above 50%," Sayrike informed James and the party at request, making sure to note any particular losses of status as more legs continued to shatter. Still, she did nothing--she didn't want to risk charging one spell if another spell became necessary.
Hearing Bobbi's shout for a different element, Anthony seemed to pause, stuck in mental contemplation--his fists tightened, his eyes narrowed.
Got it.
He tossed his hand out, and enveloped Bobbi with a small wave of static shock--and she would feel her attacks coated not with the chill of frost, but the force of lightning.
He watched the others continue to fight, but he couldn't take his eyes off the ground beneath Dumael. It seemed only to grow brighter with the sorceress' spell, with the heat beginning to visibly distort the air above the ground...
He turned to look at her, and realized that after casting the initial spell, she'd never stopped focusing.
By this point, Melisandre did not simply radiate heat--she had become a blaze. Whether it was real or merely an aura was impossible to tell, but the witch's entire body was coated in conflagration, seeming to prominently blaze outward from her shoulders. Her eyes had changed from simply human with red irises into spheres of what appeared to be genuine magma, crackling and burning, her pupils like white-hot coals at the center.
Her staff was not being spared, or so it seemed, as the wooden branch seemed like tinder, crackling and turning black here and there, as the gem atop it burned like an unnatural third eye. From its connection to the ground, it continued pumping raw inferno magic through the ground to the floor beneath Dumael.
For now, where there had been solid ground beneath the spider, all was now consumed by supernatural heat. What "floor" remained were small, inconsequential fragments in what was essentially a growing magma pool. The spiders legs would be sinking into the heat of a planet's core made known, taking constant amounts of unbearable damage from scorching liquid stone. Allies would, of course, be unharmed; it would feel like a stuffy summer day at worst, and as they walked, the ground beneath would be like sand or heavy mud, not holding them in place but sinking all the same.
"I..." she began to growl, and if one looked at her, really looked at her through the burning aura, they might have seen a flicker of something in the flames, a spectral wisp, thin, with white eyes close together, though it could not be stared at directly for more than a moment. "... am fire..."
John felt as though he were on a roll, and even as the ground grew unsteady beneath him, he grinned, charging himself with energy once again. He used the Sonic Maul, still blessed by Bravery's strength, twice more, each time hitting a different leg.
Matthew couldn't help but begin sweating, already being so close to the lava font, and he leapt back somewhat to come up with a new plan--right as Anthony sent him a message. A concept--an idea.
Matthew sent his approval over the charm and unconsciously nodded as he did so.
Without further set-up, Anthony leapt up in the air toward the spider, lifting his gigantic gauntlets high into the air. As he neared the ground, he brought them down with immense, Bravery-enhanced slam, creating a tremendous shockwave via raw physical force--his Earthquake. The tremendous energy through the ground would help to stir the magma, sending it covering the spider's legs and sizzling against the body's barrier.
Before there was a moment to re-stabilize, or even breathe, Matthew followed up with an identical Earthquake slam, churning the molten crystal further, continuing to cripple the spider and send waves of lava up and around its legs.
Then, just to make up for lost mana, he used Osmose twice--each time meant to take a vast chunk of magical energy from the spider. If, however, the first attempt proved fruitless, he would use the second Osmose on Louis, who he knew was brimming with energy.
When the leg initially remained in tact, Dani was taken aback, trying to figure out what to do next--but as the heat of the witch's attack finished it off, she grinned, mentally cheering to herself.
She couldn't muster another Assassin's Strike, but with Haste, Bravery, and her own Pressurized Water Armory, she felt more than confident about the remaining back leg. With a blurring dash, she was upon it, striking not once, not twice, not even thrice, but five times in her unnaturally enhanced grace.
And if the leg broke before all 5 were up, she would simply move to the next closest leg for the remaining strikes.
Having been freed, Dawn had taken back to her War Dance, but she had been dancing almost non-stop--so she began the Mystical Wind Waltz, attempting to steal mana both from Dumael and Louis.
She sent a charm message to Jenny, who had already understood the issued.
The moment Dawn had been taken, Jenny had begun to transition into her Slow song, to make up for the potential hex removal of the interruption. She knew she had a greater chance of effecting the hex anyway--she had always (passively) had greater hexing power than most. When Dawn was back in the game, and Jenny was confident that the tune had had time to sink in, she moved back into her Haste song; it would not have fallen for a few turns, but all the same, she wanted to be sure.
Nich grunted as he recomposed from the attack. Why was he sweating? Oh, right, he was in the middle of a volcano. Always fantastic.
Shaking away his dizziness and holding his footing, his expression became a not-so-heroic smirk, and his massive blade suddenly transitioned into a great hammer, the blade contorting to the backside of the hammer's blunt end. Then, with the enhancements of Haste and Bravery, he roared out, slamming the sides of the nearest leg.
Then he did it again, this time with Lifebane.
And again, with Manabane.
Then he just did it again two more times. Because. As if it had broken, well, there were others, yes~?
[[ En-Thunder on Bobbi! All-Bravery - Strength and Defense x1.5 All-Haste - Speed, Skill, and ApP x1.5 Samson's Might [John] - Strength +1 Water Armory [Pressurized] - +4 Strength for 3 turns. Lava Font - +Faith getting steadily, significantly higher without interruption... >_>;; ]]
The dragoon's brows furrowed at the armored man's response, but otherwise he was momentarily silent, staring, analyzing.
One side of his nose flared, twitching upward as he snarled.
"If we're playing fools," he said, anger seeping into his voice, "then the least you could do--"
Once again, it wasn't even a blur. At first, there was one frame--and then, the frame skipped.
Were one to have viewed the action at a fraction of time's normal flow, they would have seen: the clothed man flick his arm and wrist upward from its side; light flashing as his dual-edged spear appeared in his hand, the more visceral end pointed forward; the blur, even at such slowed speeds, as his hand and the weapon within continued to rise without hesitance, without a moment's thought; and finally, the very, very tip of the blade catching a fold in the helmet and continue upward, pulling the helmet off to reveal the face of the lost soul within.
Or, if that failed because the helmet was attached stronger than his enhanced strength, just kind of uppercutting the helmet and giving the head within whiplash.
"--is face me."
Dragon Force - 2 more turns of 1.5x Strength and Magic. Causal Distortion - Charged for 6 actions; current Magic charge holding at 54 due to Twisting Time passive + Dragon Force. Blink 1 more turn of 1.5x Reflexes.
Dumael, in all his efforts, could not stem the tide of the earthlings and their onslaught. One after another, legs shattered under the tremendous stress placed on them, either by being chipped away of struck by singular, demolishing blows, it was clear this battle, for at it was worth, was by far over.
...Can you feel it, I burn so vibrantly~
Dumael let out a shrill scream and collapsed in the boiling crystal floor. Instantly, it caught fire and burned, black and red mixing together as they flowed into the darkness above. The monster, from its back gave birth to Dumael in his human form once more, reaching for the sky as though begging some god for mercy and relieving it of the torture it was enduring.
~Can you hear it, my song is breaking free...
Alas, no answer of divine blessings returned to this wrenched creature, it it was left to burn in the flames, floating to the ground where it collapsed to its knees and smoldered till it was little more than a charred, ebony corpse trapped for eternity in a pose, clinging its shoulders and screaming at the heavens in disgust and agony.
~I pour my love into the void... into the void~
The limit break gauge stopped at 90% as Dumael's health hit 0 and the singing stopped, its song complete at the exact moment of the demon's demise.
~Who am I~
And the, Kyle pried the helmet from the boy, and was perhaps faced with something... for once unexpected. For within the armor was not Louis, but another individual, one who's face some knew well, and others, might simply see as a stranger... curly light brown locks settled around a pair of crimson eyes as Alan, Kichi's best friend and former group black mage sat upon the throne glaring up at the man who stole his mask.
"Why would I fear death, when it was you who killed me already," Kagutsuchi stated with a fake, empty laugh... and in that moment his hands broke from from the ice that bound him to the chair and attempted to grip Kyle's throat. Fire spat from between crevasses and joints in his armor as he moved, "Now let my face be the last thing you see before I kill you in return."
And just then, the helmet on the floor spoke, marking the moment with haunting, familiar words, "Memento Mori."
Then... fire. Kagutsuchi ignited like a tactical nuke with or without Kyle in his grasp, a small sun shone around the throne and a good distance in every direction*. When the fire dispersed, all would be gone, simply an empty, smoldering husk of space, a perfect sphere cut out of the floor, pillars, and walls. Kagutsuchi and throne, no more than shadows of smoke scattered to the gentle updraft mixed with a potent amount of multi-colored mist.
((* This would include a distance that would threaten, but not necessarily engulf Amy, as she is the closest person to him besides potentially Kyle.
DM Note: Hey peoples, from here on for a short bit, posts from me are going to be coming out a bit faster, so don't expect to wait (relatively)two weeks between my posts... I highly encourage posting the soonest you can, because while I will provide adequate time between my posts, I will not be waiting a full two weeks nor for everyone to reply. This is not meant as disrespect for those who are not able to post, but rather in attempt to speed things along since I'm sure people would like to get to more juicy plot details and move us one quick step closer to finishing the arc. whee))
Indeed, the dragoon was taken aback by the man's face. It took a moment to process Alan's features, his hair, his eyes, his expression--but only a moment.
Tick...
And then the suited man's expression deadpanned into contempt. 'Right. So that's what Louis did with him.'
He remembered it even now. Watching Kichi's replica beg for death. Watching Kagatsuchi give him precisely what he asked--it was only fitting that Louis had taken this one, really. And it was only fitting that he would be finishing the job he started when he ripped the black mage's heart from his chest.
Tock...
The deceiver quickly leapt from his throne, his arm rushing forward, but the man he assaulted didn't need time--he was time. His reflexes had been enhanced by Blink as he'd approached; ever since, it was like seeing the world in slow motion, everyone moving at a bare percentage of their actual speed. He imagined, with a note of humor, that it was perhaps the way a spider might perceive the world, due to their clearly inhuman reflexes.
Tick...
He gave a wild smirk, but he didn't simply dodge. No, instead, he let loose what he'd charged to begin with, and by his will, reality itself faced a schism via Causal Distortion--
Thedragoontwistedhisbodyoutofharm'sway,hissuitshiftinglikecountlessfragmentsofbrokenglassflippingoverthemselvestorevealtheirundersideuntilfinally,ashebroughtthedual-edgedspearbackdownwithallthestrengthonecouldabsorbfromanabandoned-path-made-power,enhancedbyDragonForce,toattackthepuppetReplica'sout-stretchedarmwiththepoleoftheweapon, the original green robed, golden armored attired replaced the suit costume.
... Tick.
Kyle grunted, mentally recoiling at the sound of the squelch as the arm shattered under the force of his strike. But what caught his attention, more than that, was the second voice--the one not coming from the puppet, heart-less replica, whose inner body emitted fire barely contained.
His body tensed. His legs pressed down and away, his enhanced reflexes taking over before even he could even come to a conscious decision--a fully-powered Lock Glyph appeared in the air in front of him. A wiser decision would have been to Flicker Step again, which would have pulled him entirely out of harm's way--but his instincts had taken over, and he was far from used to his new element.
Still, even the glyphic barrier, there was no way to take the full weight of the blast: he was caught in the brunt of the explosion, and he lost conscious awareness of what happened afterward. The remaining force of the explosion pushed him away. All things considered, he had lessened what could have been: he was simply burned all over, his body tossed like a rag doll, his flesh screaming into silent shock, instead of all of the above followed immediately by spontaneous combustion and death.
After the explosion settled, anyone looking around the edges of the hall would find Kyle lying on his back, unmoving on the floor, meters away from the crater. His eyes were open wide with shock, and his mouth hung loosely open as if trying to comprehend what happened.
He wheezed once, black smoke escaping his mouth.
Oh, don't be dramatic.
[[ And the reveal:
Dragon Force - 1 more turns of 1.5x Strength and Magic. Causal Distortion - Charged for 6 actions; current Magic charge holding at 54 due to Dragon's Blood passive + Dragon Force. So combine with the force of the attack and it becomes irrelevant because explosion. Blink - This was the last turn of 1.5x Reflexes.
And yes, you only go through the terrifying acid trip of causal-distorion if you're directly watching what's going on. Otherwise it just looks like Kyle flicker-steps again. ]]
Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2015 5:25 pm
[Joe: Narnia: Forsaken Hall]
The male felt the heat, immediately wincing and averting his eyes a bit, as if to avoid drying out his good eye. Mainly he just wasn't a fan of blasts of heat in general, though.
Still, everything seemed to finally finish the damned creature off. It was blackened, charred, turned to charcoal as they killed the thing(With Melisandre being the main cause of the charcoal part). Which let him breath a bit easier, and look in Louis' direction.
And have to almost immediately shield his eyes as the bright light coming from the other side of the creature.
"KYLE!"
The male ran and jumped, using the charred corpse as a grim stepping stone, leapt towards the fallen comrade. The little bit of smoke that came out of his mouth was a little relieving but not exactly proof the guy was alright.
"s**t! s**t s**t s**t! Kyle what the hell happened I mean I'm glad you warned me but JESUS CHRIST are you okay?" And he kind of instinctively threw his new regen skill at Kyle, the air around the dragoon faintly holding a glow to it as it started a slow healing process.
Bobbi felt like cheering when Dumael was finally, finally defeated. She watched the enormous spider burn to a crisp, an immense feeling of satisfaction and relief washing over her—until she saw Dumael’s human form emerge. Then she almost puked, and had to turn away. It was one thing to watch a human body burn to death on television, but Bobbi learned then that it was quite another to watch it happen right in front of you, to see it, hear it, and worst, smell it.
Yeah, that doesn’t smell a damn thing like pork, came the irrelevant thought. Burning human flesh was supposed to smell like pork cooking, right? Nope. She didn’t know what it smelled like, but pork wasn’t it.
She risked a peek again when she got her rebellious stomach under control, just in time to wince away again at an enormous explosion of light. Her eyes watered, but she managed to shield them just in time to prevent herself from going blind, however temporary that would have been. She blinked rapidly to clear the tears from her vision, and the first thing she saw clearly was Kyle—lying broken and burned, staring up at the ceiling with a coil of smoke escaping his mouth. Just as she registered what she was seeing, Joe called out, and Bobbi swore, dashing as fast as she could after the Monk.
She skidded to a halt on Kyle’s other side, immediately sending a thin coating of ice to cover the horrible burns—or at least the ones she could see. She didn’t even register that the last time she had seen Kyle without an enormous spider in the way, he’d been possessed by Ajora. She could be healing that maniacal Replica all unknowingly, but she didn’t care. Kyle was her friend, dammit, and even though all she could do was numb the burns with her Frost Balm, that’s what she would do until she ran out of mana if she had to.
"You have got to stop pulling this s**t, dude, I swear to god," she said, half sobbing. She was having flashbacks to Atlantis, when she held Kyle’s head in her lap after he’d almost gotten himself killed that time. Combine that with frantic worry and the fact that she was a crybaby at the best of times, it was a wonder she wasn’t bawling her eyes out.
Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2015 1:28 pm
[ Kyle : Narnia : Forsaken Hall ]
"Yeah, I'm fine," he croaked, his voice grating and rough, like that of an old smoker. "Just got well done when I asked for medium-rare."
The Regen's quickened regeneration began to kick in, what few burns covered his skin slowly sealing up, while Bobbi's ice numbed what would take a few more moments to heal. He began to sit up, shaking off the shock, and as more wounds healed, he would scrape off that portion of ice.
"So much for that idea," he grumbled, his no longer straining under the burns. "Just another lie. It was Kagatsuchi, Alan's Replica. I'd--er, Ajora had given his heartless husk to Louis as a gift last night when he met with the others. Instead of absorbing it for more power, he ripped it through a portal to be saved for... well, this, it looks like. Was not expecting that."
Volcanoes, to watching the vessels form reach out in one final plea only to be scorned by heaven and smolder into the crisp coal black husk that it was. And then… metaphysical whiplash! For the briefest second Kyla thought the entire confines of the setting were unhinging, which was a good and bad thing, since she suspected their reality validity. But what happened was nothing she imagined, but rather something “Louis” was pulling off at the last second and Kyle had managed to maneuver himself out of – in time. No pun intended- she thought.
A massive crater was left in his wake and before Kyla could have a heart attack people were already going to see to him. Like before the artist just...didn’t move. What happened? Did they win?
As Bobbi and Joe saw to him Kyla took to the air, jumping around through it up and over the three of them, looking around the entire battle field to make sure they were really alone. She caught the end of the conversation and looked down at Kyle’s regenerating body.
‘ So that’s who we were fighting? It can’t be?! All of this for what- for Louis to not even be here? That’s just..anti-climatic- this isn’t about it anti climatic…- “-it just feels too easy again….” She finished verbally still looking around. The artist looked back at the spider’s body and husk that remained. She fired a single burn strike at it for good measure, testing to see if it would move, before opening her book and copying down everything she could see. Dropping down from the air into the crater she touched the ground there the throne used to stand.
“Alan's clone? So then.. what? ..would he really just run?“ anxious she paced a little, looking around. Finally giving a frustrated growl Kyla crouched and begin to draw furiously. She was sick of not being sure if this was real or not, no wonder people went nuts in Inception. So whether or not she was certain how she’d signify it, the pictomancer was going to try and construct a spell to tear reality apart if there anything more false slapped over them! Or at the very least peirce it and see if there was something false handing over them. Like seeing if glass was infront of you.
She’d rip apart this web if there anything lingering... or she’d at least try! Starting with the symbol for augmented reality- she wove the Celtic rune for the mind through it- something representing awareness and concentration, and then a piercing symbol for knowledge, greek- it’s sharpened points piercing the aforementioned- Kyla sketched this piercing through it.
Teardrops rolled down Kyla's cheeks and she shuffled around so she'd face away from everyone.Images of her brothers broken form came flooding back.
The artist knew she was shooting blanks, trying to conceptualize something she wasn’t even sure was there- but having gone through…all of that… she couldn’t sit idle yet. If it lit up, or began to connect with something- if Kyla began to feel the drain of mana...then she’d know she was onto something.
It wa slike tetsing a concept work, seeing if it had any merit.
"-are we still in Lalaland?..I need to be sure, no more jump scares or giant spiders coming out of the woodworks." the artist muttered, her voice a little shakey, voicing what she was trying to do this time, devulging her antics. She was learning after all.
Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2015 2:31 pm
[ Kyle ; Melisandre : Narnia : Forsaken Hall ]
"No, he definitely didn't run. He's just making us go through a gauntlet of deception before we even see him."
He turned to look at Kyla, noticing what she was doing, listening to her mumble. He grimaced slightly.
"Kyla, keep trying, but with all due respect," Kyle said, shuffling off another piece of ice as he watched her work, look around, analyze. "Even if this is all illusion, it's detailed enough that everything is reacting as if it were reality. Real enough that I'm in genuine pain over burns, real or not. Real enough that all our other abilities seem to work as if we're in reality."
"Just look at that party scene we were trapped in. Was there actually a Negator? No," he was starting to stand up, using Joe for support. "But we couldn't use our abilities, couldn't hear our summons. Whether this is real or not doesn't matter because our bodies, our magic, everything we do interacts with it as reality, treats it as truth."
"You all sound as if you have some experience with such farces," Melisandre spoke, having made her way down the hall, some of the group following, others looking around for Amy. The ground where the lava font had been had cooled now, looking like an uneven volcanic caldera.
"A few times, yeah. Some training with a full-fledged illusionist," Kyle added, looking around. "Let me put it this way. If we're in an illusion, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised. But I also don't expect what you're doing to work. He knows us. He knows you."
He looked at her, giving a sympathetic shrug. "You opened your heart to him in Atlantis, right? Before the dark part was ripped out. That means he knows everything you're capable of. Same as me, same as Bobbi. And he's had since about this morning to plan for intruders... for us. So if he somehow left a hole in his planning for your pictomancy..."
His eyes darkened, if only momentarily, as he snorted. "Then he's gotten extremely messy since we last interacted."
"So we treat it as reality and continue to break everything that stands in our way," the sorceress said, giving an indifferent huff. "Easy enough."
Joe winced as he felt the heat wash over him. He wasn't a fan of hot weather as it was and with the constant moving he was doing the plumes flowing through the air were outright suffocating.
Not like that mattered though, Spider Boy was finally down for the count. He almost, almost felt a twinge of sympathy for the thing as it returned to a human form, but then he remembered what exactly Dumael was and what Louis had used him to do. Joe couldn't be angry at the thing, it was just one of many puppets that Louis had used to hurt them. But he didn't feel sorry for it either. All that screaming and pain was a trick, a cheap gilding of humanity over a rotten, monstrous core.
Joe sighed and reached into a pocket on his jacket, grabbing one of the ethers he had stored in their. Mechanically, he uncorked the top and chugged the brew inside. It was bitter and burned his throat, but he didn't care. He needed the mana and he needed to take his mind off every ******** up thing that had happened to them since this whole mess started.
He was so lost in melancholy, he almost didn't notice the flash of light from where the throne was.
Turning his head, he saw a crater were 'Louis' had been and Kyle lying on the ground, acting like himself again if his talk with Kyla was any indication.
On the one hand, Joe was happy that Kyle was alive and back from his little episode. On the other hand, Joe was pissed that Kyle had his little episode at all. What in the hell was he thinking, keeping something like that from everyone else?
Tossing the empty bottle aside, Joe marched over to the dragoon, simmering with anger and sword still drawn. "Just what in the hell was that!?"Joe said, barely containing himself from lashing out at the charred dragoon "I thought we were supposed to work as a team and you go off and play Hamlet with Fatuous Frosty's umpteenth evil playmate? What did any of that accomplish!?"
