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 Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2021 2:07 pm
Læraðr was going on his first patrol, looking out for agents of the Negaverse. This wasn't exactly up his alley, per se—he was a dancer, not a fighter, but having a strong core and excellent reflexes was a good start. Maybe he should take up karate or something. Putting that thought aside, he continued to walk, threading through alleyways and carefully stepping around trash as he kept an eye out for the ne'er-do-wells that lurked, ready to take what wasn't theirs. He shivered slightly, holding his hand over his chest as he recalled the terrible feeling of a hand in his chest. He wouldn't let anyone else experience that tonight.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2021 2:56 pm
Lilith hummed. It was a lovely summer night, and she felt light on her feet as she ducked down an alley. Her target was here; a man she knew little about, but he was convenient, and she didn't feel like playing spot-the-creep, so a random civilian would have to do. Was it morally great? Well, no, but that wasn't the point.
The point was that it gave her power, and power was all that mattered in this shitty, miserable world.
So she came up behind him, and rested a hand on his shoulder, and drained.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2021 3:16 pm
Læraðr muffled a gasp as he sensed an aura and rushed towards it, holding his baton up in a position ready to swing and crack whoever this was across the face or something. He saw the (pretty) woman draining the guy, and, fearing the worst, rushed forwards with a yell, swinging his baton straight for her head. He wasn't taking any chances with this.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2021 3:26 pm
Lilith felt the Page aura approaching, and almost defensively whispered "Kelpie's Lure,"--so, when his baton came down, thwacking into her head, she could shove the hapless civilian away and whirl to grab her attacker's wrist and grin, wolflike, illuminated by the glow of her fuku.
Sure, the baton hurt, but it was just a toy.
Her magic, unfortunately for Læraðr, was much less of a laughing matter.
"Didn't anyone tell you it was a s**t thing to do, coming up behind a girl in the dark? Honestly, you're lucky I've only got magic and I'm not carrying my bear mace."Sailor Scout Attack: Kelpie's Lure! Lilith speaks the name of her attack and gestures at herself. She appears soaking wet and her footsteps sound like hoofbeats for the duration of the attack. For the next 30 seconds, anyone who makes any kind of direct physical contact with Lilith will feel, for the remaining duration of the attack, as if they are drowning. It is possible to struggle and as they are not actually drowning no real damage is done and it is impossible to actually die from it. Lilith can use this attack three times per battle.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2021 5:05 pm
Læraðr coughed, choked, and spluttered, eyes wide with terror as his lungs filled with—well, nothing, but he definitely recognized the sensation of drowning. "Whu—fu—" he stuttered, retching as he fell to his hands and knees, baton clattering to the pavement beside him. Oh, God, he wanted to die. This sucked. The hysterical thought that crossed his mind then was She is much less pretty now. He tried to focus, attempting to breathe deeply, and launched himself at her ankles, going at them mouth wide open to bite.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2021 6:03 pm
Lilith growled, angrily. She lashed out with her foot, slamming it into the Page's chest in an effort to knock him the rest of the way over, and using her heel to dig in as hard as she could.
"Stay down," she growled, "and don't do anything stupid, and maybe I'll let you walk away from this. How does that sound? Because I really think you're better off taking my little deal, here, than trying to keep fighting me, because I will gleefully drown you and then take your starseed, you insignificant. ********. Worm."
She ground her heel down for emphasis. She didn't think she'd ever pulled out a persona quite this intimidating before, but she liked it; she liked how it made her feel. She was powerful now, and in this exchange, unlike in her recent fights, Lilith held absolutely all of the cards.
That was delicious. Electrifying. The type of power she craved, and exactly the sort of thing the Negaverse had promised her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2021 7:02 pm
Læraðr hated this. He couldn't even manage to get a hit in! He was getting his a** kicked! So much for that self-confidence he'd had in himself earlier. ******** bummer. He was definitely going to seriously consider the karate thing. Her stomping on his chest made him splutter even more, feeling less and less like he could breathe, until the magic released from him and he could gulp in real air again. "If 'm a worm, should probably go fish," he said, and part of him would have loved to claim he was just being weird from the whole magically deprived of oxygen thing, but no, no, this was just his (rather unfortunate) personality. "I mean, live worms are the best bait, right?" Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up. Idiot, something in the deep recesses of his brain hollered.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2021 7:03 pm
"Ha ha," Lilith said dryly, "very funny. Though I guess I could haul you down tot he Rift and go fishing for youma with you. I bet they'd love the taste of Page."
She dug her heel in harder, smiling all the while, in the unstable way of a cat that was deciding if it sohuld keep playing with its food or just kill it. God, this was fun. She hoped she could keep this kind of power, even though she knew it was probably mostly a consequence of this poor Page being maddeningly unprepared.
"So how about this, little worm, since you can talk now? Apologize for attacking me, and I'll let you go crawling home. Try anything stupid, and I've got two more uses of that magic and I can pluck your soul right out of your chest, so you'll definitely regret it. How's that sound to you?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2021 7:13 pm
Yeah, he really, really should have shut up. He groaned in pain as she continued to dig her heel into his chest and resisted the urge to grab at her foot and throw her off. She'd probably just blast him with that awful magic again, and he really didn't want to deal with that. "I'm sorry for attacking you," he managed to wheeze out, looking up at her with his absolute best guilty puppy eyes. As she let him up, he rolled over and, as she'd told him to crawl, worm, he thought he'd make a little joke out of it because he had no impulse control left in his body, and started doing the worm down the sidewalk.Yeah.
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