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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 8:04 pm
Celyn was a generally pleasant and nice person, fortunately. It was hard to find someone who he didn't tolerate. "Abilene's a nice name," said the churro boy, with a nod, full of compliments as per usual now that he had disspelled his personal worries--well, more like the worries he had on instinct thanks to listening to Carwyn Yates for a little too long.
Randomly, he sniffed at the air. That was unusual. Most children he met did not have a scent around them, though some did. Remi, Kaoru, that mean girl, Phoenix... maybe this was a scent child too? Celyn became excited at the process, and the distinct smell of churros seemed to become a little stronger. "Were you born from an oil too?" asked Celyn, excitedly.
Phoenix looked in the direction that the teenager had walked off in and shuttered, taking mental note to not go that way xirself. That boy was scary! After another shudder, the medicinal child finally accepted xir mother's comfort and decided to talk to the new girl as Dr. Azalea Brick had previously suggested. He turned towards the shy looking girl and waved lightly.
"You're Abilene?" asked Phoenix, having heard the name repeated a couple of times now.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 2:59 am
"Thank you." The child murmured, slightly flattered. She was glad her lack of real sociality didn't appear to be getting to this boy, at least! It was a comfort to know that not all other children were complete barbarians who considered her too stuck up to carry on with a lengthy conversation most of the time. Abilene was more just full of quiet, polite phrases, odd as it sometimes seemed. She had always shyed away from extensive talk; it had been a natural thing.
Her attentive golden eyes flicked to him as he sniffed the air, seemingly excited now. The sweet scent from him became stronger, confirming Abilene's own suspicions around the boy. "Yes. It's lotus." She uttered, turning her attention to Phoenix and nodding to confirm her name.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 6:57 pm
Glancing at the new boy Remi smiled plesantly. "Yes very pretty. I wish I could dance like that." Finally taking him in she noticed how nicely dressed he was. As if he had just stepped into the clothes he wore and that they had an invisible shield around them keeping them from getting dirty. Looking back at the dancers she watched one particular female glide gracefully. Her moves looked flawless, as if it all came without any work or thought. When the boy continued to talk she snapped back to reality.
"Yes everybody can dance.......but not everyone can dance like those professional people." Blushing she glanced down at her feet "I like to dance. But I have two left feet as my mom says. I can't dance like normal people." Keeping her eyes on the ground she noticed not one but two pairs of shoes, one on each side of her, perfect matches. Finally realizing there was another person next to her she looked to her other side to see an exact copy of the boy from before. Eyes widening she whipped her head back and forth between the two boys. "There's two of you?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 5:17 pm
Celyn liked to be polite to everyone. Hey, he had even been consistently polite to that girl full of Malice. Though Celyn could sometimes become frightened, he was very hard to phase and liked to try and include everyone in his circle of friends. For the moment, this happened to include the little lotus-child named Abilene.
The churro boy clapped his hands together excitedly when she named her scent as lotus. "Oh, that's why you smell so pretty! I smell like churros." He sniffed his arm before placing it towards Abilene in case she couldn't tell already. "Dad likes to think that that's why I like to cook so much."
They were talking about scents? Phoenix thought this was the perfect time to butt into their conversation. "I'm a scent too!" Xe chirped, nodding. "New Ma says I smell like the hospital, so I guess I smell like hospital. Saying I smell like hospital is silly though. Maybe I smell like sanitary soap, like the kind you use to clean off people before surgery. Or maybe I smell like medicines that you give people when they're really sick or they're going to be really sick or dizzy! Yeah!"
Phoenix went on for hours sometimes.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 8:24 pm
"Not a lot," Ment murmured scratching the side of his neck a tad. "Olivia won't give me an-"
A buzzed Olivia had made her way up to Vanyel and Ment, slinging a shoulder around her son with a grin, "Hello there Vanyel. You look so wonderful!"
It was obvious she was a little looser than normal, as she ruffled the side of Ment's hair, "You look so beautiful. It's a wonder Ment hasn't asked you out ona date yet! I mean, he always had a crush on you as a child."
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Amryx entered the scene then, clearly not as happy as Olivia. This was because of the lack of alcohol she had and the fact she was trying to drag a stubborn Adrian down the stairs.
"Adrian, damnit, you've been locked up in that room for months now! So help me god, I'm throwing you into some sunlight!"
"NO. I'LL BURN!" Adrian shrieked, clinging onto the stair banister. Ever since he had been caught defacing a store front, Adrian performed his community service in drag quickly and locked himself up in his room ever since. Amryx thought it would be temporary, like the time with the ditch, but the weeks turned into months and in the end, she had to take matters in her own hands. Except it wasn't working too well.
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Ment gave Olivia a hesitant grin and tried to shake her off his shoulder, a little embarrassed at the alcohol riddled state his mother happened to be in...even if it was semi-true.
"I wouldn't take anything 'Livia is saying to heart, Vanyel," Ment commented, realizing that was the stupidest thing he ever said in his whole entire life, and only a few days before did he express his jealousy in the fact that Kaoru had luscious tits.
"Uh, what I mean is that you really are a beautiful girl and everything but I just don-"
Olivia interrupted Ment abruptly, point towards where the screaming was coming from, "I think I hear Adrian and Amryx." Letting go of her son, she made her way over a smug grin on her face.
"HEY AMRYX."
Ment looked back to Vanyel a little nervous, scratching at the back of his head avoiding eye contact and speaking as much as possible so as not to dig himself in an even deeper whole with the citrus beauty, "Uhm. Vanyel, I'll have to catch you later. I need to uh....go regulate my mom." And with that Ment had taken off.
"Olivia!" Amryx looked relieved that help had arrived and didn't seem to notice that Olivia was drunker than usual. "Good timing, can you help me drag this brat outside? I'm trying to get him out of his room."
Adrian hissed in response and attempting to make a cross shape with his hands while holding onto the banister.
"BACK, DEVIL WOMEN! BACK! That goes for you too," Adrian glared at the approaching Ment, just to make sure he knew that he was also counted among the "Devil Women."
"I don't know what to do with him," Amryx sighed, shaking her head. Where did she go wrong?
"We love you too, Adrian, "Ment commented, with a smug look on his face. He approached the teen casually and grabbed hold of one of his arms and helped Amryx tug. He was just hoping Adrian didn't hook him in the face or something, he was still wondering if he'd regain any sense of feeling in the last area he punched.
Olivia couldn't help but laugh at Adrian's attempts to keep from associating with people, "Oh come on Adrian. I'm sure some strapping young man wants to dance with you."
"Pardon Mom, "Ment murmured to Amryx in a truly apologetic way, "She drank one too many glasses of wine this evening."
"I HATE ALL OF YOU," Adrian shrieked, but Ment was thankfully spared from any soul-crushing emo punches since Adrian's hands were occupied with holding onto the stair banister. Amryx just sighed again.
"Yeah, Olivia is right! You might find a nice young emo boy you can be bicurious with or something. Just stop acting like this!" Amryx's pleas were like talking to a brick wall though, and Adrian just huffed and refused to let go of the stair banister.
"I don't need any of that! I just want to go back to my room! Stop trying to make me something I'm not!"
"But you already are something you aren't, "Ment commented, looking Adrian up and down and raising an eyebrow, "You're stylish."
"Oh com'on Adrian. It's not so bad. The cover of night will help shield you from people," Ment urged, now working on prying Adrian's fingers from the banister one by one as Amryx tugged him with all her might. Not even Amahté was as stubborn and willed as this, and he managed to break free of his child leash.
"Not even the cover of night can protect me from people. I tried that already and I still got caught!" Adrian hissed, and he tried to swipe at Ment, Unfortunately, this weakened his hold on the stairs and Amryx managed to tug him the rest of the way downstairs.
"NOOOOOOO!"
"Oh hush, Adrian." Amryx was clearly irritated at this point and wondering if it was even worth it. She gave a confused look at Ment, because he said something earlier that didn't seem to make sense... "What do you mean he's stylish? He's wearing girl clothing!"
"It's still stylish looking," Ment shrugged, helping Amryx haul Adrian out into the open public where he was promptly greeted with many stares at his shrieks and pleaing. If anything he should be thanking him for trying to make him sociable. This wasn't his ditch afterall. He couldn't hope that people would throw away overpriced coffee and small luncheon fair his way.
Olivia trotted her way next to Amryx, taking another sip of wine, "So where exactly have you been all this time? And do you want some wine?"
She was eager to catch up with her working colleague, especially since she had not seen her in so long. How long had it been exactly again? She couldn't quite remember, and if she couldn't quite remember than it obviously had ment it was too long.
Amryx remained at the door, effectively blocking it so that Adrian had no choice but to socialize. She smiled when she saw Olivia again... how long had it been? She had no idea either. "Well, you know, just eating vegetables, traveling with hippies, giving up on ever finding my way home again... I quite like it here though, except for that," She gave a pointed glance at Adrian, and then looked at her friend again. "How's business?"
"I'm not stylish! This is terrible! You're all terrible! EVERYTHING is terrible!" Adrian grumped, crossing his arms and not paying any mind to the staring. On the contrary, he gave everyone a glare himself.
"... what the ******** y'all looking at?"
"You always say everything is terrible, Adrian. Hanging out with you is almost as disheartening as hanging out with Tango. Almost, but not quite," Ment muttered, standing next to Adrian with an eyebrow raised high. He never understood why Adrian liked to be alone so damn much, perhaps he was just that type. Or maybe there was something deeper to it. Ah well. Time to see if he can get Adrian to help him score booze.
"You know they're serving beer, boiled wine and vodka here. We can go get some and ditch the old ladies..."
Olivia gave a laugh. She figured Amryx was back with the hippies. It made sense to her for sure. Amryx was rather laid back, hippies were rather laid back. She hated doing work, hippies hated doing work. It all fit together perfectly.
Olivia smiled at the comment about Adrian and addressed her question about the shop, "It's doing alright. It's a steady stream of customers lately. Oh, I went out on a date with Pollux's dad. You remember Pollux, right?"
The mere mention of Tango made Adrian's eyes narrow, as if Ment had uttered some terrible curse. "Of course I'd be more unpleasant than Tango. No one can be more unpleasant than me!" But the mention of booze seemed to reach his ears and he got up from where he was stubbornly sitting.
"No amount of alcohol can lift my spirits. But lead me to it anyway!"
Meanwhile, Amryx was just nodding along and catching up. "Oh, Pollux? Um..." Amryx also had a very bad memory, but she thought she knew what Pollux was. Sort of. "Wasn't he the ... kid who also dressed like a girl? That wasn't Adrian or Ment?"
"That's the spirit!" Ment chuckled, grabbing Adrian's shoulder and turning him towards the direction the aforementioned booze were located. Ment grinned ear to ear on this one. Adrian looked older than he did so there was a sure fire chance they were gonna be gettin' drunk tonight, despite Olivia's best efforts.
"Yeah. The other little frilly boy. With the pink hair," Olivia commented, noticing Adrian get up from his spot where he was stubbornly sitting. She whapped Amryx's arm lightly and motioned to the two and muttered before taking another giant swig of wine, "Where do you think they're going all of a sudden?"
"I told you, I don't have any spirit!" Adrian snapped, but he looked a little less irritated as he started to help himself with the booze, without even asking questions. If anyone asked, he would just go on an emo tirade and make them too depressed to care anyway. That always worked!
Amryx, on the other hand, didn't seem to care where they were going and more that Adrian had actually gotten up for something. "Oh, who cares? I'm just glad that he went somewhere... and out of my sight. Anyway, tell me more about this date with Pollux's father or what." Perhaps Amryx was hoping that Olivia would name other eligible bachelors that she happened to know.
Ment rolled his eyes at Adrian and went to grab a bottle of the beer his partner in crime was chugging down like a champ. This was probably the closest the two would ever come to bonding, so he might as well savor it as long as humanely possible. Thinking on that note also, it gave him the upper hand if Adrian was drunk. He'd be too disoriented to punch Ment incase Ment said something stupid. It all works out in the end.
"It was an awkward date, " Olivia admitted, scratching at the base of one of her curled pigtails, "We went out to this really fancy resturaunt and I felt so out of place when we got there. Than the matirdee said something rude and Samuel punched him..."
Bah! If Adrian could read minds (nooo, he didn't get one of the /cool/ superpowers), he would have challenged Ment to that. Instead, he challenged Ment to something a little more sensible, something that always happened when two guys got together around a table of alcohol.
"I bet I ... I bet I can... can drink more than your scrawny a**," Adrian challenged, pausing inbetween words to take a gulp of wine.
Meanwhile, Amryx was just nodding along to Olivia's story, raising a brow when she mentioned her date punching out the waiter or something. On the other hand, perhaps she did not want to date any eligible bachelors from the shop. "Yeah, that sounds... awkward. What did the waiter say that was so bad?" She was rather curious, despite that.
Ment starred at Adrian, the bottle on his lips but not quite drinking yet. What did he just say? He took a quick swig before turning to Adrian in a serious manner, more serious than he had ever been in his whole life. He was so serious business that it was almost frightening to the people who knew him.
"You're on, hipzilla."
And with that Ment sealed the two's fate. They were going to be getting incredibly drunk tonight, and no force in mankind could stop the two.
"He called me low," Olivia said, taking a sip of her wine. She sighed. She figured that would eventually happened as she had very unrefined manners, and despite the fact she tried to be as lady-like as humanely possible during the date, it shined through brighter than the sun on a hot summer day.
"Samuel didn't quite like his tone with me."
"Low?!" Amryx seemed honestly surprised. Then again, she was a hippie and had no concept of manners or refinement to begin with. "Why would someone say something like that? You're all cool and stuff, except for the whole selling oils that turn into kids bit."
"Hipzilla?!" Adrian looked horrified at the mention of him being a hippie and a giant Japanese Monster at the same time. "I'm not a hippie, you ******** fairy!" And with that, Adrian downed even more alcohol just to prove his point that he was not a hippie and slightly manlier than Ment. Not that it was hard to be manlier than Ment, all he had to do was wear some pants!
Olivia half sighed, Amryx alays knew how to hit the nail on the head sometimes. Not that Olivia could even be sure that she was directly the result of the oil bearing children, but the disturbing trend made her look all the more guilty. Which was why she put the NO RETURNS sign outside her store some time ago. No kids coming back to her and all.
Olivia felt a small tap on her shoulder and looked behind her and was surprised at who she saw, "Luthien!" Bending down, Olivia grasped the small woman before her with a smile, happy to see the bright green eyes and curly brown bob'd hair again.
Luthien gave a smile to Olivia and to Amryx addressing her politely, "Are you Olivia's collegue?"
Olivia let go quickly to introduce the two, "Amryx, this is my friend Luthien. She makes the candles we sell with the oils."
Amryx looked over the woman curiously, wondering where she came from. She looked ... short.
"Oh, you mean all those candles were handmade or something?" Clearly Amryx thought they were cheap store bought things, but she didn't say that in front of the woman who made them. She wasn't that much of a douchebag!
"Colleague? Er, we're friends and she really helped me out, so yeah... I guess?" She seemed a little flustered at such big words. maybe it was because Amryx was a hippie and stopped using words longer than two syllables out of hippie lazyness.
Olivia smiled and nodded her head, "Luthien owns a bed and breakfast and makes pillar, votive and tealight candles as a bit of a side business venture. I'm one of her biggest customers."
Luthien gave Amryx a warm smile, "Olivia has told me quite a bit about you and your son." She played with a curl absentmindedly and looked up to the woman. It was obvious to some degree to her that Amryx was not from here, and despite that she seemed as if she fit in perfectly. Especially with the Hippie-Brigade.
"Excuse me..." A voice said, ringing out from behind Olivia and Amryx. Having snuck up behind them like a a cat on the prowl was Moanna. Her dead-pan expression more dead-pan than normal.
Luthien gave a little squeak before smiling a little nervously, "Moanna, dear don't do that. You startle people."
Moanna gave a small shrugg before her mother spoke once again, "Miss Amryx, Olviia, this is my daughter, Moanna....I tried to tell you about her many months ago during the Christmas celebrations but I suddenly had to depart."
Luthien leaned in close as she spoke to Amryx and Olivia, not wanting to draw attention to herself, "She emerged from that oil you gifted me with."
Olivia's heart almost stopped as Luthien said this. So she also had aquired a child from her incense. But look at how quickly she had grown! There weren't any other of the children who were adults already. This was all so strange...
"A bed and breakfast. I wish I could afford one," Amryx sighed sadly. She only continued to look miserable as Luthien spoke about her "son" who was no doubt getting himself into trouble right this very second.
"Adrian. Don't talk to me about Adrian."
But her regrets were chased away by the appearance of a very dead-pan girl who came out of nowhere. Wow, she looked like someone just died. Or was going to die, maybe, once she found them. Amryx could relate if it was the latter.
She was also surprised when Luthien said Moanna was one of the Scent children. Amryx thought that Ment was the first Scent child and he wasn't even that old. Maybe she was wrong? She turned to ask Olivia, but was surprised to find that Olivia seemed to be confused as well.
"Oh, you too? Well, she's really pretty. I mean, you're very beautiful, Moanna."
"Thank you...." Moanna murmured before looking to Olivia, "Your son is Ment, correct? I met him the other day..."
Olivia snapped to attention when Moanna spoke to her, a little confused as the why she would be asking her if her son was Ment if she had lready met him. Unless that is to say he didn't mention Olivia being his mother which in that case he needed his a** kicked for being such a p***k sometimes, but anywho...
"Mnn'yes. What about him?"
Moanna turned and point to the the booth of alcohol nearby where a very obvious sloshed Ment and Adrian were still chugging down booze in attempts to outdo each other.
"I think he's about to start a fight over there with the black haired boy..."
Even though Moanna wasn't talking to her, Amryx let out a very aggravated sigh when she followed Moanna's finger to where her idiot son was. Aaah, maybe dragging him out of that room really was a problem. So she marched over there and grabbed said idiot son by the scruff of his collar.
Adrian was too drunk to resist, so he just stumbled at the sudden movement and looked around wildly,
"What the... *hic* hell?! Lemme go, youuu... pot smoking hippie freaaaak... *hic*" Adrian slurred, feebly trying to punch the air even though Amryx was behind him.
Olivia also let out and aggrevated sigh. Deep down inside she knew it was her son who struck the drinking proposal. Adrian wasn't this outgoing afterall. Though Olivia wasn't as nice as Amrxy was supposedly being. She ended up dragging Ment by an arm, who despite his attempts to get on his candy cane and hover back, we're failing miserably at the time.
"Aww *hic* Co'mon. It was just one....no.....ten *hic* drinks..." Ment's obvious drunken demeanor only made her more infuriated at him. She was supposed to be the one sloshed and having a good time, and he was the one who was supposed to clean up after her. Not the other way around.
"Thank you, Moanna, for pointing out the stupidity of our sons," She said, tugging on Ment's arm.
Moanna simply nodded her head at the women, "It wasn't a problem a- LOOK OUT."
Moanna's yell had startled the group, but not as much as being shoved to the ground by her had. They all fell hard to the ground, as they become winded from the jolt.
Whilst Moanna made her move it occurred, one loud blast after another after another, splitting the air with a shrieking sound reminiscent to a woman's shrill cry, or thousands of cicadas all going off at once.
The crowd came to attention like a deer caught in headlights, unable to process exactly what they had just heard. Though, suddenly it dawned on them, the sound that just pierced through their drunken, festive cheers was a gunshot. The crowd's stunned confusion quickly became irrepressible fear and they scampered. Women grabbed their children, husbands grabbed their wives and the brave few began their search for the culprit and by chance, a victim.
Ment grabbed his head in pain, having been the first to hit the compacted earth, being the one left crushed underneath the weight of Olivia, Adrian, Luthien and Amryx. The unbearable throbbing only worsened by the panicked screams of the public. He groaned, stirring the winded Olivia from her daze.
Olivia's head lifted from where it had been resting, and looked lazily around, muttering to herself.
"Is everyone ok?"
Looking about slowly, head spinning, her eyes grew wide, her skin draining of its color. Laying next to her, face paled, lids heavy and breathing labored was Amryx, a puddle of blood covering her stomach and the ground around her.
Olivia cried, panicked and blubbering as she clumsily crawled towards her strange friend, "AMRYX!"
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The sudden scream jolted both Amryx and Adrian, and the two of them were knocked to the ground by Moanna as something burst around them in the air. Unfortunately...
There was a long stake-like object sticking out of Amryx's abdomen, and the other woman wasn't responding as Olivia tried to call out her name. Whatever it was, it looked like it had killed her almost instantly and it was clear from the amount of blood pooling around her that she was dead.
Adrian, on the other hand, had somehow missed getting hit and instead was grumbling. "Ugh, what? St-Stop yelling, it's hurting my head..." He moaned, trying to wriggle himself out of the people pile. He was very, very unaware of the current situation.
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Moanna held her ground in front of the group, despite fleeing panicked masses attempt to push her from side to side as they ran. Her arms were outstretched, a thin veil of what looked to be light cascading in front of her like curtains hanging from a rod. Floating in mid-air amongst the veil was two long steak-like objects and not the bullets the crowd thought to have been shot.
Starring at them intently, Moanna muttered aloud, "Two? I thought I heard th-"
Olivia's cry broke Moanna's concentration and the barbs fell to the ground. Looking behind her she rested her eyes on the mortally wounded Amryx, her cold lifeless body bleeding out onto the floor. Moanna was horrified. For the first time in her entire existance her eyes grew dark, malice ridden and vengeful. Who would do something like this? Who was so evil that they would kill an innocent meteor? Sure, the woman was not a star, but it didn't mean her place in the world was of less value than one. She jolted, disturbed by a terrible laughter filling the air.
Out of the darkness of the nearby woods the being emerged, pale from head to toe, covered in nothing but long cascading whisps of black hair. Her eyes were a piercing gold, and the whites were actually black. She smiled, the corners of her mouth curling upwards, showing exactly where the lines (which seemed carved into her face) began, making her look twisted. She was clapping her hands.
"Bravo," She said, thought her mouth did not move. It was almost as if it had been sewn shut, "Quick but not quick enough it seems."
She was mocking them and their pain.
Olivia looked over as soon as she heard the laughter, pain and rage on her face. How dare they mock her friend! This woman was the cause and now she wanted to throw salt in their bleeding wounds!? Despite herself, Olivia managed to get to her feet, attempting to charge at the woman but only to be held back by Moanna.
"LET ME AT HER!" She yelled, trying to break free of the woman's grasp.
This woman, whoever she was, only smiled more. Tapping her long, black stained fingers against her thighs. She made a 'tsk tsk' sound, but again her lips did not move. How was she speaking?
"Your friend would not be dead if it wasn't for you..."
Olivia stopped. Amryx would be alive if it wasn't for her? What did she mean? What had she done? What reason did this woman, thing, terrible creature, have for wanting to kill her friend...Wait. Were those shots for her?
"Quiet foul beast!" Moanna hissed, an actual anger about her voice.
The woman stepped forward quietly, hair flowing around her as if it were smoke, "It is true though. Come now Olivia, don't tell me you have forgotten? It is me...Arythnia...Your one, true Scent Daughter."
Olivia was dumbstruck. What gibberish was this woman spouting? The only Scent child she had, ever had, was Ment. She lit him the night she put together the shop. He was the only one she had ever....No. She had lit another oil...But she never let it finish burning.
The woman's smile faded as she read Olivia's face, "You remember now don't you? What was it you said as you put out the flame of my candle? 'This smells horrible, no one will ever want it.' You were always so kind..."
Moanna let go of Olivia and stepped forward, lunging for the woman, "You killed her friend out of spite!"
The woman side-stepped quickly, attempting to grab Moanna's hair and drag her down, but Moanna was too fast for her this time, "YES. JUST LIKE I KILLED THE OTHERS. AND IT WOULD HAVE ONLY BEEN HER AND THAT BOY IF YOU HAD NOT INTERVENED."
The two fought. Back and forth like an orchestrated scene in a play. It was both horrifying and mesmerizing and even those attempting to flee stopped and starred unable to take their eyes off of it. Clawing, punching and kicking back and forth. No one could have ever guessed that Moanna had so much fight in her. And all assumed this murderous woman she was fighting did.
The woman caught Moanna off guard, having grabbed ahold of her veil and wrapped it around her head. Moanna struggled to release herself from it, unable to see clearly. Someone yelled for her to watch out, and she felt it, the sharp sting of the woman's barbed hands into her back. The moon shown overhead brightly as Moanna yelled, giving off a light so bright it seemed as if it were daylight, if only for a few moments.
The woman screeched, being knocked onto her feet. She covered her eyes from the blinding light and moaned in utter pain at its brightness. When it dissipated Maonna was standing there before her. Her clothes held no stains, and her skin no scratches. She shined in a soft light, and behind her large wings like a faeries spread out before her.
"Did you really think you could beat a Scent Maker?" She questioned, " A God?"
The woman's eyes grew wide, the pitch black whites making her eyes look as if they were sinking into her skull. Moanna held up her arm, a bow of light materializing into it, along with a solitary arrow. She positioned them like any archer would, drawing the line back.
"You will pay for what you have done..." She said, ready to let the string snap and the arrow pierce the vile woman before her.
But she didn't get the chance. Storming into the clearing was the Militia, about a hundred of them marching through, giving their orders to find and obtain anyone magical caught. Someone must have called them as the fight broke out. Moanna was none too pleased. If she could not finish her off, than surely the Militia would. Moanna grabbed the butt of her bow and slammed it into the woman's head, knocking her out cold. Afterwards she quickly fled. If they had caught her, she would be locked up for eternity. She could not help Olivia, Ment, Luthien and Adrian from jail.
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The whole fight had been ignored by Adrian, who had finally come to realize that someone was yelling Amryx's name. When he cast a glance at his so-called owner...
"... Huh?"
Even though he was more than a little buzzed, even he could realize something was wrong with the amount of blood pooled around her and how listless she was from this racket. Adrian's brow furrowed, and he started to shake Amryx's body in the same, rude manner he always did when waking her up early for the hell of it.
"Hey." But of course, dead people could not respond. Adrian slowly came to realize this fact and he slowly dropped his arms, as if the fact hadn't sunk in yet.
"..." Turning to Ment, Adrian gave the other Scent a shocked expression. "... I think she's dead."
Maybe it was the booze combined with the shock, because Adrian didn't look visibly upset. At least, initially. He repeated those words again, as if he didn't believe them the first time.
"... She's dead... Dumb broad is dead..."
If one had been watching him closely, it might have looked like Adrian's shoudlers were shaking.
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Both Adrian and Ment were shakin', and Olivia, she was reduced to tears and sobbing. Her friend Luthien held back her own tears as she tried her damnedest to console her friend. It was unbelievable that something like this could have occurred. This whole entire time, helpless children and their parents were slaughtered because of her. Because of something she had unknowingly done.
The soldiers had already surrounded the area, and were dealing with the woman, whoever she was, that had murdered Amryx, the group's dear friend. As the Militia began to question those still left around, the only sounds that could be heard over the crackling fire and the voices of the officers were Olivia's loud heartfelt sobs.
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