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Post by Lita on Jan 29, 2010 20:02:10 GMT -5
Well it had seemed like it would work. She'd had no indications that anything unpleasant would happen in the town at all. Of course the villagers overreacted to the whole situation too. There were only six of the lizard things and they had already killed four of them. What did they have to worry about. The lizards were entirely herbivorous, well, except for the several horses they had eaten. And the people they had attacked. Well they were supposed to be herbivores. It's the thought that counts.
Still, they didn't have to try to kill them all. If they had just held off a few more months she could have designed and created a creature that was stronger and more powerful than the lizards who would only eat them. People simply had no patience. Of course they also seemed to fit in with the rest of the bigots and self centered jerks in the towns and had no respect for her. Even the cute girl she had found to be her assistant had fled after only a few hours of work. It was simply ridiculous. So here she was, again, running from a large group of angry townsfolk with their pitchforks and their sticks, again.
She arrived at the river bridge and figured now was as good a time as any. She turned back to her pursuers and began to cackle. "You do not recognize true genius. You can not understand my gifts. For your place in this today, I will ensure that when I make something that makes everyone's lives better, none of you will get one." She snapped her fingers and sparks shot out from her wrist. Those sparks ignited her robe which quickly became engulfed in flame. She turned, now a human torch, and began walking over the bridge. Nobody chased her now. Of course on the far side of the bridge was another group of the displeased villagers. She paused on the middle of the long bridge and though for a few moments. The fire was starting to hurt rather badly.
Of course the decision was made rather rapidly when the bridge caught on fire. She jumped into the flowing river. It was deeper then she had expected which was good, it was faster than she had expected which was also good. The fire was extinguished and she was quite pleased at her escape as the water swiftly carried her further downstream. The villagers were too busy putting out their bridge to chase her anymore. She smiled. Once again, lighting herself on fire had solved all her problems. It was a very pleasant pattern. She checked her hair bun but it felt undamaged, and the burns on her skin were already fading away. Now all she had to do was wait for the river to carry her far away from that small village and onto the next one. Soon she would make it to the big city. There she would find other people with her mindset, or, even better, her soul mate.
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Post by Nerys Lamia on Feb 12, 2010 11:13:36 GMT -5
|| ♥ || ♥ || &hearts || ♥ || ♥ || ♥ || &hearts || Nerys was traveling again. That wasn't to say that she was leaving Venus and Terre de Conte. She had no intention, in fact.
She was, however, deeply and hopelessly lost. And Al was refusing to give directions out of entertainment. "That's really mean of you, you know? How come you're so good and when I'm so bad and we share a soul?" Yes, that did make very little sense.
Alstroemeria's sarcasm, confidence, and inherent mischievousness were some of the little features that made her so completely different from her partner: albeit the fact that Al was a bird and Nerys was a witch. But those were minor differences. "I can't help it if you're hopeless. I'm here to try to help you become good, aren't I?" No. And they both knew it.
Nerys opened her mouth to argue when something caught her eye. Something rather large and far too lumpy to be a log was floating down the river. Something with glasses and clothing. No log she had ever seen had been wearing spectacles as far as her faulty memory could tell.
A small scream found its way past her lips as her hands made their way to her mouth in the appropriate, polite response to shock. Her royal breeding was shining through. "There's a body in the river? Someone died!" she hadn't yet tested whether or not that hypothesis was true.
"If it's dead, then just leave it. It's not worth it and with the way you keep getting lost, we won't get back until tomorrow."
"Stay here if you like, then," she said, indicating the dry ground just moments before Nerys gathered her skirts in her hand -- a sort of dull salmon bunched up at the back and a layer of snow white petticoats -- before barreling into the river. Fortunately, there was no need to gather her skirts. They weren't going to get wet and she quickly released her grip, using her hands to plow through the current toward the body. Suddenly, she remembered. "And whose fault is it that we're lost? Who is the one who wouldn't give me directions?"
She had taken for granted the fact that Al remained perched on her bare shoulder. "I don't think now is the time to be arguing about this...." And she had been right, as Nerys's foot slipped on a particularly slippery rock and the current threatened to carry her away.
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Post by Lita on Feb 13, 2010 12:20:13 GMT -5
The sudden amount of splashing pulled Lita from her semi-asleep state. She opened her eyes and maneuvered herself into a mostly upright position. Apparently someone had fallen into the water. Lita took a few strokes to get closer to the churning water that indicated her struggle. She rather liked drowning victims, after all, it was one of the best ways to get undamaged parts of the body. She debated whether or not to go in and save her, after all, she was short on supplies. Heavily swayed by her lack of equipment for storage she decided it might be better to save her. She swam into the fray and grabbed onto the girl, trying to pull her out and away towards the shore.
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Post by Nerys Lamia on Mar 8, 2010 19:15:51 GMT -5
|| ♥ || ♥ || &hearts || ♥ || ♥ || ♥ || &hearts || Fortunately, although Nerys had never learned to swim and was in fact, in dire danger of drowning, she was comforted with the knowledge that her skirts would not get wet. She wasn't sure what she would have done if they did. She had very few outfits with her, and all were custom-made Lunarian. They were a present from her people before she entered into exile.
Also fortunately for the young blonde woman, the body towards which she had been venturing belonged to someone who was very much alive. And who was being kind enough to save her, or attempt to despite the witch's reflexive flailing.
In the back of her mind, she may have thought that she was helping her benefactor get them more quickly to the shore of the surprisingly deep river. In actuality, her flailing would have most likely been a hindrance.
Coughing and spluttering, ever the princess, Nerys tried to smile and splutter her thanks. "Thank you," she murmured, gulping in mouthfuls of water with every syllable. |
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Post by Lita on Mar 9, 2010 15:42:52 GMT -5
Of course she started flailing. Nothing was ever quite simple. "Stop, stop, stop it, stop." Lita shouted quickly, trying to keep hold of the drowning woman. Her shouts were silenced when a stray elbow caught her in the nose. There was an unpleasant crunching sound. Lita then moved on to a different tactic. Instead of holding onto the woman with both hands, she let go and grabbed the collar of her outfit with one and started dragging her toward the shore. After several moments they finished the short little swim to the much shallower water. Lita Let go and staggered of to one side, nursing her broken nose which was bleeding rather profusely.
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Post by Nerys Lamia on Mar 13, 2010 17:55:56 GMT -5
|| ♥ || ♥ || &hearts || ♥ || ♥ || ♥ || &hearts || Nerys coughed and spluttered as the high collar of her off-white blouse dug into her neck. It seemed that the two options of the day were choking or drowning. Al hovered worriedly over the scene, circling the two women like a vulture.
How strange, that the witch was being saved by the very person she had gone into the water to try to save.
How strange that she had forgotten her place as a witch and had worried about the well-being of an outsider. She was making very little progress, it seemed. The sobering thought was enough to lessen her reflexive flailing, if only slightly.
Again, she coughed as they reached land, dragging herself onto the solid ground. Fortunately, the magic was still in place: both clothing and hair had suffered no damage. The same could not be said of the angry red mark that circled her neck, but that was hidden by the high neck of her collar.
As the blonde's breath slowly returned, she finally looked up at her savior, a nervous Al landing on her shoulder and nipping her ear angrily. Don't scare me like that.
Nerys pursed her lips and frowned slightly. Well, that hadn't been her intention. But she had never been known to think thoroughly before taking action. "Are you alright? I'm sorry about bothering you..."
Look at her! A proud witch, apologizing to an outsider. Red colored her features with shame. Although, asking if her rescuer was alright seemed slightly inappropriate, with a trail of blood escaping from the other woman's nose. It was unfortunate that Nerys didn't know healing magic. "Would it be alright if I tried to stop your bleeding...?" |
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Post by Lita on Mar 20, 2010 21:37:35 GMT -5
Lita coughed a bit and turned back to the woman. She gingerly touched her nose and winced. "I'm perfectly fine." She replied as she began digging through her pockets before pulling out a small mirror. She held it up to her face with one hand and quickly straightened out her nose. She cursed loudly pulled out a handkerchief.
"What were you doing out there?" She asked as she lightly dabbed the blood away from her face. "Especially since you can't seem to swim."
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Post by Nerys Lamia on Mar 26, 2010 18:36:32 GMT -5
|| ♥ || ♥ || &hearts || ♥ || ♥ || ♥ || &hearts || She winced at almost inaudible snapping noise accompanied by the other girl's fluent string of curses. Just listening and watching had been painful.
Nerys didn't want to imagine how much the act itself must have hurt. She found herself instantly intrigued by someone who could do that to themselves. In her mind, it required courage and dedication.
"You're too simple..."
Al's hopeless sigh shivered coolly throughout the witch's frame.
Witches had never been good with water. Water and fire were old nemeses and witches with power over those elements were highly revered. So why had Nerys so thoughtlessly jumped into the water? She gave a small laugh, flushing with embarrassment. "I forgot that I couldn't swim..."
No, that wasn't right. "I mean, it hadn't occurred to me at the time. I thought you were injured or dying or something so I tried to save you..." The attempt had clearly failed. "What were you doing?" |
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Post by Lita on Mar 29, 2010 10:53:10 GMT -5
"I was meditating." She said in a rather jarring tone. I haven't gotten much sleep as of the last few weeks and I was run out of town earlier today." She lightly tapped her nose and winced. "I guess I will not escape today completely unscathed." She readjusted her cloak and stood up a bit straighter. She took a closer look at the woman, then dug through her pockets and put on a pair of glasses. One hand went to her chin and the finger tapped her cheek.
"For drowning a few moments ago you aren't very wet. Is this a dream again. I haven't had one so realistically painful in several months." She began to walk around in circles around the woman, not at all unlike a predator inspecting and stalking its prey. "How very strange. Who and or what sort of beast are you?"
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