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After the sudden and tragic death of ''natural causes'' of his father, Seymour's first steps in his plan had been made; he had recently become a Maester of Yevon, and in addition to those responsibilities, inherited the leadership of the Guado people as a whole. He now had quite the reputation to uphold, and to bring comfort to the public of these new events, decided to make his way to Luca after hearing of a blitzball scrimmage game taking place between two fairly-known teams as practice for upcoming seasons. He arrived by ship, stepping off with a small squad of bodyguards armed with rifles.
Carrying his staff with him as a symbol of status, he stepped off the deck of the ship and set off down the docks, where he was met with the stadium's guide. After a gratuitous bow to be in the Maester's presence, Seymour returned the gesture with a smile. It had been quite some time since he had been around anything but Guado for an extended period of time, and even longer since he had laid eyes on a game of blitzball; the sheer brutality that came with the sport was a sight in itself.
With a wave of his hand the four warrior monk bodyguards were at ease, stoic and silent, and the group followed Seymour as he was lead to the best seat the stadium could offer; it was a seat all by itself on a small raised plateau a small bit above the audience, but close enough to be in earshot.
When he arrived, the warrior monks set up a square perimeter and watched their surroundings carefully as Seymour sat and watched as the large bubble of water had already been filled, and numerous people filled their seats. It was close to a full house, and he realized just how good a plan coming to watch this event was. Scrimmages happened now and then, but it made them no less exciting to the fans. He saw people begin to whisper to each-other once his presence had been noted, and before the players entered the arena he stood and took a bow, staff in hand.
The crowd cheered in response.
The two teams made their way into the arena, and it wouldn't be long before the single word everyone had been waiting for was called out loudly enough to warrant a second cheer. Seymour folded one leg over the other and rested a hand on his chin, staring into the giant orb of water to watch the events that were to take place in this particular game.
''Ready....BLITZ!'' Before he knew what was happening, one team had the ball, the member responsible passing it to a further away teammate. However, as he swam over and caught it, out of nowhere a large brutish man came from the side and slammed into him, stealing the ball and rushing off toward the opposing goal.
Wow...this was already getting good.
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Last Edit: Oct 13, 2012 20:00:29 GMT by Seymour Guado
A game, a Blitzball game had caught her eyes when her airship was passing far overhead. It wasn't often she got into such a mischevious mindset, but she hadn't seen any Blitzball in quite a while. Moving around on the deck of her airship she would lean over the side somewhat, her tail swaying and flicking about behind herself. She shifted on her footpaws grinning like a young Kit, not that she herself was actually that old for a kitsune. She decided to act, rolling a bit more forwards she would drop off the side of the airship as the wind cut up and past her quickly. The sound of it rushing past herself, her tails tugged upwards behind herself as she dropped. Looking as though just a tiny speck from the clouds far above she continued to fall, her goal to land on the upper arm of the water ring it seemed to be a focusing point that helped keep the water of the ring floating in the air. She would land atop the platform over the arena, crouching down as she moved to the edge of it, she would peer down into the water ball below her foot-paws. Her ears wiggling and flicking about, the arena had already been filled and people had filled the stands already. As she scanned over the area, she paused seeing one raised platform, with what seemed to be a few guards and one of higher class she could only guess. Studying him a bit she'd grin seeing it as Seymour Guado, her tails flicked more as that mischievous spark in her soul flared up.
This day, just became a lot more interesting.
Licking over her lips she would shift back from the side, moving to the front edge of the platform arm Stretching a little as her eyes closed for a moment before she reopened them. Lifting her arms out to her sides a moment, the Runes lighting in her fur. She focused on the giant orb of water just below her that the game of Blitzball was taking place, she felt the different bodies within and in another moment she took control of all the water. The players bodies being launched out of the arena and into the stands, she pulled water from the air and began expanding the huge orb of water to the point it almost touched the stands before she made it explode. Water blasting out in every direction, over the crowds and the Measter. Flooding the stands as she wouldn't let the mechanism to create the large bubbble of water to reform it.
Post by Favael Nocturnus on Oct 18, 2012 20:24:30 GMT
“No no no no no!” Favael whined as he darted across the pier. He had fallen asleep on the boat to Luca and no one had cared to wake him up. As soon as he realized this he had set his glasses right on his face, the chain off the left connecting to his collar. The loose fabric of his shirt waved behind him as he moved, weaving in and out of the crowd. Luckily for those people the game had started and the docks were empty. It meant less things lit on fire. Just the opposite could be said for Favael, the game had started and he wasn’t there with Seymour and the four monks set to guard the Maester along with the Red Mage. The young magic student stopped and stared at one of the screens along the docks, watching Seymour as the Maester observed the beginning of the game.
Favael shook his head and started running again toward the stadium entrance. He was absolutely livid, and anyone he passed would be able to feel the heat wafting off of the boy as he moved. “Stupid comfortable bed…those monks…they don’t want me there, I know it!” he grumbled silently as he passed the final dock. He wanted to know why no one had awoken him upon their arrival. He was stopped at the gate, as he was asked for his ticket. “Ticket?! I’m here with Maester Seymour!” he shouted at the guard. The guard blinked once and raised an eyebrow. Favael glared and fire seemed to glow in his eyes. “Let me pass!” he told the guard, as he held up his saber, showing the basket hilt with the same general design as the Maester’s staff. “My apologies sir” the guard stepped aside, allowing him by.
That certainly didn’t help his mood at all, and what he saw as he stepped out from the crowd into view of the whole stadium didn’t make it any better. The players were sent flying into the stands, one of them landed on top of several people just nearby. Then the playing field exploded outwardly, flooding the entirety of the Luca stadium with water and sending many people from their seats. Favael stood there, quite literally steaming as the water washed away and quickly evaporated from his fire-magically charged person. He looked up to the top of the rings, noticing the tailed woman. Only a short distance away was Seymour, standing with his guards. He wanted nothing more than to blast the woman with flame but pushed it aside, darting around the area to get up to the area where Seymour was located.
Seymour kept his eyes glued on the raw ferocity of both teams as they tackled and beat each other senseless all in the name of a ball, but something certainly seemed to be missing. With a hand on his staff he quickly scanned the area with his eyes. Two bodyguards front, so they'd kept up. He turned his head and looked again. Two bodyguards behind, so they'd followed along fine too. He leaned back in his seat when it suddenly hit him; Favael. The boy he'd taken on as a guardian of sorts was nowhere to be found, and the last he remembered of seeing him was back on the ship where he'd been taking a short nap for the trip. He must have forgotten to wake him, and the bodyguards for whatever reason were dense enough to not act of their own accord and remind him or wake him themselves. He sighed and his eyes rolled up, yet he saw something strange.
There seemed to be an airship hovering above the field; why? The announcer was near enough to see everything, so what was the point of the airship? He watched it closely but then a vicious tackle glued his eyes back to the match, causing him to shift in his seat and smirk. After a few moments it seemed the airship wasn't going anywhere; it had ceased to move for quite a while, and that's when things started getting odd. All the sudden the players began launching from the large orb of water and into the stands, colliding with members of the crowd. Seymour immediately rose to his feet and grasped his staff, and with a hand signal, the bodyguard perimeter tightened and the warrior monks were officially in defensive position.
He continued watching as the orb of water swelled up and exploded, washing over the stands as people scrambled for safety but were ultimately seized by the water for a few moments before being able to surface and get to higher ground. Seymour himself, on his raised platform, was a bit luckier than most; he and the guards received a fairly large and violent splash which didn't exactly bother him as he was able to keep his footing, but the flood levels hadn't reached the platform easily though it came very close when the raging waters settled. His eyes scanned around to look for the source of the issue, and that's when his eyes came to rest on Favael; steam was rolling off of his body, and it momentarily reminded the Maester of the boy's strange magical trait.
His eyes snapped up to see a figure whom he had already deemed responsible.
''So I suppose you're proud of yourself up there? You could have killed these people.'' He kept his calm tone of voice he was known for, regal as always. He had no intentions of fighting whoever this was; in due time he was sure the guard would show up to investigate what had happened along with a technician or two. To be honest, he didn't really care who drowned or who didn't; in fact, whoever did was granted release from the terror of Sin. He wouldn't outwardly thank this figure for the sake of public image, but he at least seemed impressed.
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Still standing their tails swaying, she eventually took notice of someone steaming running back across the stands, moving towards Seymour as the water rolled away. Her ears wiggled slightly as she heard a voice, it was tiny and in the distance but she could still easily hear it as her eyes cast down on Seymour directly. Another idle flick of her tails through the air as she pondered a bit, his query of if she was proud of herself at the possibility of having Killed some people. Another look around the arena as she turned on the spot, sniffing slightly as well while searching about but seeing no one dead, maybe a bit injured but otherwise quite well still. She would turn back to look at the podium of sorts that Seymour and his guard were standing.
Hrmm I’ve not been proud of what I can do for quite a few years already, Either way, welcome to the Show!
She spread her arms out and high in the air, water collecting and swirling up around the entirety of the stadium outside, surrounding the place in a massive wall of water that stretched further into the sky then the stadium was tall. She seemed to do a little dance their atop the platform, even as technicians were trying to regain control of their system, but as far as things were going the systems were working as they should. She had full control over the water it’s self in the area and was going to be having some fun since she had some people trapped. At least one of which was apparently of High Class she had a small snicker to herself about that, someone such as Measter Seymour being high class. It was a funny thought in her own mind after all, her airship stayed further above the stadium hovering in silence.
I don’t suppose you care for a new Game would you? After all Everyone is kind of stuck here till I’m bored with the place…
Her focus was Back on the Measter even as she looked to his guards counting them, and figuring the one steaming must have also been part of the entourage.
Post by Favael Nocturnus on Oct 21, 2012 4:02:15 GMT
"Oh great, first floods and now walls of water.” Favael wasn’t happy - in fact he was furious - and as he moved up the steps and through the crowd more and more steam seemed to pour off of him as his temperature rose. In fact if people were in his way he had no qualms whatsoever about bowling them right back over. He ran, drawing the saber from his hip as he moved just in case things were going to get messy. He turned up the last set of steps and moved up onto the platform next to Seymour, standing slightly in front of him with saber ready.
He was not the most intimidating of guardians but he had raw dedication. That dedication showed through with the fire that burned within. His eyes seemed to flicker like fire as he glared up at the woman, nearly unblinking. Steam had stopped rising from him, though that was only because there was no water left to evaporate.
“Lord Seymour, are you alright?” he asked, turning his head slightly so his words could be easier heard but keeping his eyes locked on the tailed woman. “I am sorry for not waking when we arrived, I suppose I was more tired than I knew. It will not happen again.” He spoke quickly and calmly, though his posture and expression gave away that he was everything but calm. He was on high alert, tense, and probably would like to blow something up at least a little.
Although he wouldn't show it quite yet, this being was beginning to seriously work his nerves. He'd come to this blitzball game solely for the purpose of improving public relations, yet now this woman had ruined everything in one fell swoop. He gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes at her ever so slightly as his guards remained still, awaiting any sudden action to defend their Maester. He stood tall and un-threatened below her, looking up at her with staff in hand in the case of needing to defend himself from her incredibly odd antics. She vocalized not exactly being proud of what she does for several years running; quite a track record and assumingly some sort of strange habit she refused to break. ''If your own actions bother you so much, why continue?'' He looked a bit puzzled, the slight grimace on his face turning to a look of confusion.
He took a step back into a defensive posture when she raised her arms and the water from the stadium seemed to bend to her will, washing to the outside of the stadium and quickly building upon itself to create a high wall of water surrounding the arena. It was clear she at least somewhat knew of Seymour Guado, otherwise she wouldn't have bothered going through all this trouble to trap him in. Was this some sort of assassination attempt? His head turned left and right to confirm they were all indeed walled off within the stadium, and there certainly wasn't anywhere to go. If need be, he'd have the guards open fire, but he waited to hear what she had to say first. She made a statement concerning her boredom, and inquired about playing a ''new game''.
It was just then that he heard the sound of a blade being drawn, and he knew Favael was close. The boy turned and ran up the last set of stairs and stood slightly in front of the Maester, his saber ready to strike should things come to conflict. Seymour looked to the boy and smiled. ''I figured you'd make it here somehow. I'm fine, she hasn't killed anyone...'' He looked around him to see people still rubbing their heads, arms, and legs from the spills they took from the water. ''Yet.'' His mind was now back on this ''game'' she wanted to play. ''So what exactly is your definition of this...''game?'' if this is your idea of fun, your idea of a game concerns me.''
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Rena's ears perked and wiggled a little as she watched the small group on that platform, moving to the edge of the arms she was standing on, she would sit down looking to them. Pondering on the game she had in mind a bit, she looked up to her airship before moving it up further into the sky, in the same motion the wall of water would form a dome over the entire area. I think, the best game we will play.. is going to be a game of life or death.
Once the airship was just outside of where the dome formed, the lights on the underside kicked on, illimunating the area and piercing through the dome of water, illuminating the whole thing. She looked around the area as people were gathering near the wall of water swirling around the outside of the arena. The way the water was moving, caused the light to shift and move about over the entire arena.
This game of Life and Death.. shall be performed by you Measter.
She spoke calmly in a smooth voice as she watched him, his guards and the young man standing before him. Shifting on the spot she was sitting, her tails twitched and swayed behind herself still.
You.. are going to be either allowing people within this arena, to live... or to die... by your own hands if you will... their are thousands of people all trapped in here now, some are injured and some are not.. but.. you only have to pick out 10 to Kill with your own hands right now.. otherwise I will flood the entire arena, and drown everyone. After all.. it's a small price considering darker working are ont he horizon, and you'll be tested during those upcomming times. Surely you'd rather save a few from Sin.. I would think....
Pushing to stand back up on her foot-paws, she looked down at the group. Wondering what his take would be on the situation, if he would play her game and in what form he would. Another twitch of her ears as she started to pad back and forth atop the controller arm. Her thoughts wondering if they were going to try and fight her even, such a choice did seem fun to her but at the same time intriguing. She wondered what a Measter and his guard could do, but at the same time if that was their choice they'd have to act fast.
Times ticking Measter.. Make your decision.
She would start to thicken the water around the arena slowly, pulling moisture from the air and ocean nearby outside to do so.
Post by Favael Nocturnus on Oct 25, 2012 20:58:12 GMT
Favael’s eyes went wide as the tailed woman spoke, giving an ultimatum. They needed a decision and fast or she drowned everyone. That meant…if they didn’t do what she said she’d drown them too. He didn’t care so much about himself but Seymour couldn’t breathe underwater, he’d die. That couldn’t happen. Favael wouldn’t let that happen. The air around him seemed to distort from the sheer heat coming off of him. He was pissed. Sparks flickered around his hands as he clenched his fists, holding himself back from flat out blasting her.
He turned around slowly, looking up toward Seymour. He spoke quietly, only for Seymour to hear. “Lord Seymour, you cannot give into her demands, killing people only because she is threatening to do the same.” He looked up toward the woman briefly. “There has to be a way to solve this without anyone’s death…except maybe hers” he growled, gripping the saber until his knuckles were ghost white.
“I can try and get her to lose focus...” it wouldn’t take much more than a flick of the saber in his hand to send a fireball straight at her.
Seymour was now faced with a difficult, if interesting, choice. On one side, his motives drove him toward killing those ten people and freeing them from Sin's terror, granting them the eternal freedom he believed in. On the other hand, however, this was his first real interaction with the public upon becoming a Maester and leading the Guado people. The public may understand if a Maester had to sacrifice ten to save many, but as he also led the Guado, it could be seen as something very different. He sighed and brought a palm to his forehead, keeping his calm demeanor all the while. She had to have been quite powerful to manipulate an entire arena of water, and facing her in combat would most likely not end well but the possibility of committing what could be seen as a war crime by close-minded individuals during the first days of his reign was daunting. He brought the hand from his forehead into a clean sweep to his right, extending two fingers and flicking them forward.
The bodyguards that had formed their defensive posture moved in unison, rushing forward in a line formation with their rifles in front of Favael and Seymour. ''You see...'' Time to shine. ''Throwing away even one life with the possibility of saving them all is foolish. As a Maester of Yevon, I simply won't tolerate acts of terrorism upon my people. I'm afraid you'll be robbed of your fun this day.'' He looked to Favael and nodded. What everyone didn't realize was how little he actually cared for the guards; whether they could land a shot on her or not, they would serve as ideal meat shields and if they were to perish it would just be four more people he'd ''saved''. The possible political cost of sacrificing ten innocent people would have an extreme backlash on his reputation, and that was something he couldn't allow.
He was fully expecting the cleverness of this woman to come into play, possibly removing the guards without so much as a beginning to combat.
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She laughed once more at his answer, mentioning acts of terrorism and so on. Pacing back and forth atop the arm even as the guards took position and took aim, she glanced at them smirking still somewhat.
You know Terrorism would mean I’m doing this under some belief system or for some personal gain to myself or others… Which is not true.. I’m doing this merely because I want to.
She called back out to Seymour as the one with the sword seemed to be speaking with him about something, she eyed the guns that were aimed at her and began pondering some. The water around the arena was still growing thicker, but the pressure that was held in that water was hundreds of pounds per every little cubic inch, and anyone whom had tried just diving through it would be swept up and thrown back out of the water.
I think… if that is your decision, then so be it.. let the games begin!
She would leap down, dropping from the upper arm of the water controller. Her tails tugging up behind herself as she dropped, falling hundreds of feet till she’d land surprisingly soft before brushing her clothes out some. She would glance back up towards the small group as others still in the stands watched on as well, tilting her head to one side then another with soft pops. She curled her tails around herself and brushed them out smoothly.
I’ll give you all 5 minutes to make your final decision on what you’ll do, Your guards not included in this…
Tails flicking behind herself, she’d manipulate more water as it would seem to pull together instantly, a bubble of water forming over each of the guards heads. Forcing into their nose’s and mouths, pushing clean in and to their lungs.
They.. have less time if you plan to find a way to save them as well.
Post by Favael Nocturnus on Oct 29, 2012 3:42:01 GMT
With the tailed woman’s jump down from the control beam Favael didn’t seem as worried as he had before. Now he could actually get to her if it came to that. He took a step to the side, placing himself between the woman and Seymour (even though the maester was definitely taller and wider in stature than the teen) with his saber still pointed straight toward her.
“You may be doing this only for amusement but it is still considered to be an act of terrorism”
Favael looked at her, a fire burning behind his eyes as his temperature started to rise once more. He spoke quite well in the situation, even considering that he was no public speaker by any means. It must have been that sense of odd calmness in the heat of the moment, doing his duty to protect Maester Seymour.
He turned his head ever so slightly, angled so that he could speak softly and be heard by Seymour. “Lord Seymour, I think we’ve no choice but to fight her” he muttered, though as he was finishing his sentence he turned back to see the guards with bubbles over their heads. He wasn’t concerned for their lives, in fact he was somewhat happy that they may end up dead - he never liked the guards. That still didn’t change his duty, and he would fulfill it.
Alarmed, though hiding it well, Seymour watched the woman as she descended from the Blitzball structure with a leap and landed before he and his guardian. He eyed her quizzically with a raised eyebrow as she attempted to explain her actions. ''What you fail to realize, Miss, is that an act of terrorism requires no form of personal gain; terrorism can simple be terrorism in and of itself, for no required objective or reason at all.'' He stared blankly at her. His day of public relations had quickly turned into a hellish choice between ruining his public relations he so desperately needed, or possibly injuring himself, thereby crippling his further plans to advance his own agenda. Suddenly, however, the tables would soon turn in the variable of numbers; through her strange ability to manipulate natural water, things had become much more complicated than he first thought they would be.
Bubbles of water formed around the head of each bodyguard, causing them to panic as water flushed through their airways into their lungs, slowly drowning them. While he didn't exactly care for their lives, after all, all she was doing was saving them, they did have somewhat of a use at least for now. He grimaced as he looked to her, wondering what sort of gain she could possibly salvage from this sort of action. He looked to Favael, who now spoke suddenly. He knew the boy wouldn't act out of impulse as it had caused complications before, but this woman had become quite the nuisance in a very short amount of time. Speaking of having no choice but to fight her, Seymour for once had to agree with his student of magic. No matter their course of action, people were going to die unless they took action against the would-be assailant herself.
''Your heinous crimes against my people have granted you nothing more than my aggression. I'm afraid there is no negotiation to be had with this situation..'' He smirked slightly as he split his arms apart, staff held dominantly in one hand while the other remained free. They had no idea how powerful this woman was, but the risk was too great. ''Favael, prepare for combat.''
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She studied them as they spoke, seeing the younger male with the Blade Make sure he had put himself between herself and Seymour. Her ears twitching softly as she started to pace in a small circle, still keeping her yes on them as the guards were drowning their beside them.
Mmmm Terrorism and Acts of genocide, they tend to all be part of the same cover… Whats your take on Lucavi?
She asked the question, knowing about the Yevon’s beliefs for exterminating what they saw as demons. She happened to fall in that category just because she wasn’t from their realm of existence after all, but despite it all she figure the question my confuse them a little. She was there to have some fun for a while until she could meet back up with Celes.
Ahh.. nothing more then your aggression, very well then. Bring it on You two..
Laughing as she stood their on the ground in the center of the arena, other people looking onwards to them as she glanced over the area. She even went so far as to turn her back to Seymour and his guardian, her eyes scanning the stands for any one else that might have added some fun to the situation. Even as she’d make her way to face the two once more, the water in the arena grew thicker, forcing people whom had been trying to escape back into the stands to watch on. This could be a deciding moment in Seymour gaining the trust of thousands of other people, or destroying that trust all together. But such was the political lifestyle of a Measter after all. A Slight flick of her tails as she stood their, brining her hands to grasp on another and fold behind her head, she looked up at the two, tapping a footpaw to the ground in anticipation of what they would end up trying to do first, or let alone just how they would come about it. She did take note of the steam from the younger male guardian, her ears perking a little as she grinned looking directly at him.
Whats wrong with you anyways.. full of hot air and that’s why your steaming? Lol if you whistled someone might think your making tea!
She was egging him on, he seemed to have a slight temper about him after all.
Post by Favael Nocturnus on Nov 5, 2012 5:47:46 GMT
Favael heard the word ‘Lucavi’ and his temper (and temperature) spiked. He didn’t make any other action quite yet - he could tell from how she was speaking that a simple outburst was exactly what she was trying to get out from him. As the discussion kept progressing though, Favael was giving everything he had to keep himself from doing just that. His thoughts kept flipping between ‘guard Seymour’ and ‘kill the demon’ since she had mentioned it.
His other thought was ‘don’t die’ since if he died, he would not be able to fulfill his duty as Seymour’s guardian. That was another reason he held back on an outburst. From the sheer amount of water that this woman was able to keep under her control it was obvious that she had much more power than he - but if it came down to it he would do what he needed.
Her mocking statement as she continued was the final charge to blow up the dam holding back Favael’s anger. A teapot? He most certainly was not. Hot air? Well, sometimes - but not in this case. He let out a rage-filled yell. Sparks moved down his arm from his shoulder, though as they converged on his free hand that swiped toward her darts of fire blew from it, creating a fireball headed straight for her chest. ~~~~~ As an OOC note…I think we can just avoid the stat combat in this case…we know we’re outclassed ^^;
The offhand comment toward his guardian was an interesting one; he'd heard the boy insulted and mocked before, but that was certainly different. He looked between the two as tensions began to rise, resuming his stance. He knew it was only a matter of time before Favael lost his temper and went on the offensive. He was merely waiting for that, as he knew the boy too well to expect any different. The woman had openly admitted now that she was of the Lucavi; in most cases the beings were seen as abominations in the eyes of Yevon, so she must have thought that brought a lot of ire to the Maester. In truth, he found them interesting; something so opposite of what he now led was almost like a forbidden fruit. He'd only heard rumors of them before, but he longed to have one studied; this one seemed much too powerful though, and even he was already thinking he and his Guardian were in over their heads.
He saw his Guardian's temper come to a boil before the anger released. He let out a feral scream before sparks popped off of his arm and down toward his hand like a set of explosive charges before his hand flew outward, casting darts of fire straight for the witch. They soon converged mid-air into a powerful fireball headed straight for her, and by this time Seymour's eyes had closed and his mind sank into a deep tranquility. His fingers fanned the air near his staff, drawing in threads of water which soon spiraled inward on themselves to create several trident-like lances of pressurized liquid; they wouldn't be able to pierce, but they'd leave quite a bruise. With a sweep of his staff he sent them after the witch then retracted into a defensive posture to await her retaliation.
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Rena watched as she'd gotten to the young guard, seeing him flare up so to speak and launch an attack at her. Her tails swaying slowly she would raise a hand, snapping her fingers as avortex of water spun down from the top of the bubble of water she had placed them all in. the tip of which cut down through the ball of fire causing the area to fill with steam just before it would sway moving to sway towards Favael. She could feel the slight shift in water nearby, seeing Seymour take stance and send compacted water tridents at her. Them cutting through the newformed steam as she focused and pull the water that formed them into the spinning water vortex.
Using water against someone with stronger control on water.. you'll need a new trick Measter., I don't think your serious yet.. And your guardian.. it's cute how he loses control so easily.
She Let the water vortex fall away in a splash of water that would rain down over everyone, the dome of water continually growing thicker still as people were being forced back into the stadium stands. She looked over them as people were watching The Measter and his Guard fight against her, it made her smile more though enough so that she took a new stance standing in the middle of the arena floor.
I don't believe you two are taking this nearly as serious as you should...
She tilted her head some, the steam dissapating quickly as the water vapor within it was pulled into the mix of water around the dome, She formed more water in her hands though, this time the water seeming to glow softly as she put compressed mako in it's center. Looking at the two of them but no longer smiling now, she would throw the two orbs in their direction. If they stopped them they risked their own injury, if they let them past the people in the stands behind them would be injured.
Post by Favael Nocturnus on Nov 30, 2012 18:44:15 GMT
“Dammit!” he cursed, his hand still sparking with little flames. As the water rained down on them from the Lucavi’s defense, it burst into steam almost as soon as it even touched his skin. Favael gripped his free hand in a fist again, this time the sparks travelled down his arm once more to ignite it in a burning orange fire. He flung his arm out again, sending this burst of fire underneath the woman first, before it curved and blasted toward one of the compressed balls of water to try and cause it to explode prematurely.
The attack was directed at the orb of water that was headed closer to Seymour. He was fully prepared to take the full force of the one nearest him, but if he could help it, he would not see Seymour hurt while he was still standing. He was silent, his expression told of nothing but concentration. All of the fire he had in him was clear - he wouldn’t go down without a fight, even if he and Seymour both knew that they couldn’t win.
It was always an impressive display when the young guardian showed his anger; it had been responsible for many spontaneous small fires here and there while the Maester tutored the boy in magic, his own frustration growing to the point where that uncanny power of his surfaced. If the woman kept working him, she'd soon find that the waters she so confidently commanded would become nothing more than steam in the face of Seymour's young guardian. As she absorbed the attack he launched into her own arsenal, Seymour grimaced slightly even though he had an idea in mind if she were to retaliate with water magic. He watched as she formed two orbs with some strange energy in the center acting as some sort of focus. A smile began to form at the corner of the half-guado's lips, where he looked to the witch intently.
''I assure you, I mean not to disappoint. Water magics are not the only ''tricks'' in my book.'' He placed a palm on the crest of his staff to remain calm while the orbs closed in, then threw his hand and the weapon forward, causing a crackle of energy to expand into a dark orb in front of him, thick enough to block out light. The singularity of magic power, known as Requiem, would begin to pull the orbs of water away from the Maester and his guardian and into their center; at which point he would attempt to have it catch the witch and explode. He knew just as well as Favael did how outmatched they were, but that wasn't going to stop him from showing he wasn't defenseless when things needed to get done.
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She was growing a bit bored of the whole situation already, playing it out in her head somewhat with the two playing Hero. She didn't get the same fight for your life feeling from Seymour though, his little follower had the killing look in his eyes. Even as they fought off the attacks, she noticed they hadn't done much of anything to try and figure out how to get the other people out of the stadium.
This little game, is far duller then originally intended...
Even with the possible death of thousands at her hands and on Seymour's as well, she stretched as the other orbs were pulled into the singularity and it was sent at her. She wouldn't wait for that though as the clenched a fist, crushing the water in on the mako and causing an explosion just as they'd been taken in. Enough force in the explosion to match a small Mako reactor going off, it would be during the explosion so whether or not Seymours spell would be able to contain that would be seen in the coming moments. She would move, leaping from the stadium floor to the stands opposite of them and then back to the upper arm of the ring controller.
I think.. We will see each other in the future.. Enjoy you two! maybe next time it'll be a more entertaining experience.
Winking at them before blowing a mock kiss, her airship dropping lower as she would board it. She would watch over the edge of it, letting go of the water around the stadium as it would merely collapse in and flood the stadium a bit. Her airship rising into the air towards the night sky as it's form would grow harder to see until it was out of sight.
Post by Favael Nocturnus on Mar 4, 2013 20:40:56 GMT
Favael kept his glare as he watched the lucavi witch of all things give her final comments. The explosion of her spells within Requiem rang out among the stands, but for the moment the explosion was contained. The sound of rushing water filled the air as the high walls started to collapse in and start to somewhat flood the stadium. The people were not his concern.
"Dammit!" he yelled, throwing a massive fire spell toward the woman while she ascended to her airship. Too bad it fizzled out halfway there. He let out a roar and heat exploded into the air around him. The rumbling from within Requiem started to become unstable, snapping the boy out of his rage. "Lord Seymour, get down!" He turned and with all the strength his legs could muster, pushed into a jump.
His saber left his hands as he aimed to shove Seymour down and out of the way...meaning that the explosion from the magical energy of Requiem slammed into the boy and sent him flying into the stands. He would land with a thud and end up knocked out.
Things quickly had gone from bad to worse. In an attempt to reverse the witch's magics on her with Requiem, his trump card had been downright overpowered, and now he had an entirely new situation he needed to contain; luckily, the woman decided to flee, mocking them as she pulled back to the upper rings of the arena to make her escape. With a quick taunt she seemed to be leaving quite quickly, probably due to the massive explosion Seymour was trying so desperately to contain. He had, by now, discarded his staff and let it rest in the pit of his arm as he outstretched both hands in the shape of holding a large orb.
Every few seconds, his hands began to spasm and he grimaced; the force of this explosion was going to be insane, no matter how much he tried to stop it or dilute it. He began to feel the bones in his hand shift and the nerves twitch painfully, and his eyes widened into a serious expression as he stared at the large magical bomb. Giving one last push, he managed to contain as much of it as he could (which wasn't very much) before Favael dove straight for him, pushing him to the ground. Things happened fairly quickly after that.
First, a sound he was sure was going to completely shatter his ear drums boomed forth, causing him to cover his ears and fold in on himself in pain as the ringing in his head reached near-unbearable levels. When he was able to barely open his eyes, he saw the boy Guardian soar over top of him and into the stands, landing with a sharp thud and unconscious. The explosion had been diluted somewhat, but not by how much he had hoped; he watched as several innocent people were washed up in the detonation, and the magical energy slowly crawled his way.
He gripped his staff and shambled to his feet, stumbling in a slow jog which the energy crackling at his heels before making it to the edge of his platform, where he promptly leaped off toward the nearest stands below him. He landed on his feet which quickly gave way, sending him toppling over into a short roll as he nearly escaped the death trap. He took a few sharp breaths as he leaned up painfully and smoked billowed out of the stadium, then set his eyes on Favael and slowly began making his way toward him.
Upon arrival, he knelt down near the boy as he saw a legion of guards storm in armed with rifles. He fell back on his haunches and waited for their aid...
THREAD FINISHED
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