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| Wired_Wisp | Feb 19 2014, 01:29 AM Post #1 |
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Sometimes, Arethia wondered how she ended up in these types of situations. Oh that's right, her life was probably Arceus' favorite comedic show that aired all the time. That was the only logical explanation that came to her mind as she sprinted through the deep, narrow ravine. The lithe woman winced as several droplets of sweat and blood landed in her left eye, momentarily causing her to stumble in her worn knee high boots as she haphazardly swiped her fingerless gloved hand through her light pink hair. A split second glance thrown behind her was enough to convince her that the.. thing chasing her had stopped, almost as if it was suddenly reminded of an invisible boundary it was not to pass. Despite the fact that there was only a mere hundred feet between herself and the enormous construct, Arethia gratefully took the sudden break in its rampage to not only take a much needed breather but also to really analyze her adversary now that it wasn't trying to crush her under its titanic foot. In shape it resembled that of a Golem - in fact, she had witnessed a number of those in passing just a day ago as she ventured closer to the canyon. But the mage was reminded of its magical and artificial origins by the golden runes carved into its charcoal black plates and its red glowing eyes. That and it was ridiculously huge! Who in their right mind thought that creating a 75 foot tall giant Golem construct was a good idea? 'Those with something to hide, that's what.' Arethia grit her teeth at this thought as her right hand clenched around the intricate staff she carried with her. The two cat's eye marbles embedded near the top of the wooden base flashed repeatedly in an almost frantic manner, trying to catch the eye of their wielder but the mage would have none of it. Not only was she a fire specialist but her companions were also along those same lines. There was no way they'd be able to help against this.. thing, even if it did run along the same typing as the boulder of a beast it was meant to resemble. In spite of the (still bleeding) head injury, Arethia ran a frustrated hand through her (semi-blood stained) pink hair. "Who the hell thought it was a good idea to send a FIRE specialist to a rocky a canyon anyway!" The growl of frustration was not aimed at the construct in front of her, but she still eyed it as if it was responsible for all her problems. Predictably, it didn't answer back. Edited by Wired_Wisp, Feb 19 2014, 01:29 AM.
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| Vaerix | Feb 19 2014, 06:14 PM Post #2 |
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Mages typically were known for two things: under certain circumstances, they were capable of incredible amounts of destruction, and under every circumstance, they were as fragile as fine china. Wyrick was no exception to the trend, and neither were any of his compatriots. Each mage was winded and stained with crimson droplets. Wyrick was unlike most mages who opted to focus their spells through an object; instead, he relied on his bare hands. That said, he relied far more on the accuracy of each spell--making the most of each and every strike. He hadn't given much thought to the situation that Arethia presented, but the point stood out in his mind. "Our leaders might have underestimated what we'd be facing." As the Golem had suddenly stopped, obviously the crew was wary. They had been worn down and the canyon still stretched quite a bit. Among their ranks were fire and wind specialist mages. It was a curious situation how there were no mages available that would have fared far better in this canyon. Wyrick himself was a wind specialist, but in the cramped space of the canyon, there was hardly any way to truly make use of his spells. Up to this point he had made careful blasts to ward the Golem off and give them breathing room, but the construct was far more resilient than he'd hoped. Granted, the fact that it did so suddenly halt wrought more confusion than relief. "Do we even have a plan at this point?" Wyrick asked tiredly. |
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| Wired_Wisp | Feb 19 2014, 08:00 PM Post #3 |
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The young woman glanced at Wyrick through her spectacles, making note of the droplets of sweat that slipped through the rather noticeable crack on her left lens before sparing a glance for what remained of their numbers. They had originally started this expedition with a little more than thirty members within their ranks, with more than half of their party filled with experienced mercenary guardsmen and some rather robust Pokemon meant for front line combat. The rest of them were some of the top mages from the Academy sent out by the Royal Family of Dekorah to investigate an odd magical signature coming from some abandoned ruins near the ravine. Arethia found herself grinding her teeth again. It was only supposed to be an investigation. Instead, what the party found once they were upon the ruins that was their destination was a fully built and in tact temple. One that had apparently seen activity within the last month from the brief moment that she laid eyes on it. Unfortunately, the moment several of them had approached the structure did chaos ensue. Either she was slipping or the fire mage's mind was simply blurring the memory in hopes of salvaging her sanity from the horror of what she had witnessed, because all she remembered was a large shadow was suddenly upon them before.. squish. After the shock had faded, many of them either fled or attempted to fight back in revenge for the paste that was their former comrades. Needless to say neither the mage spells or spears of their furious guards could do anything to the construct's hard exterior. Or at least bother it enough to stop it from killing all those who stood and fought. Even the front line Pokemon fighters who weren't caught in its original fatal landing found themselves useless in the face of the enormous monster. Normally, Arethia would have been one of the ones who stood and fought against the Golem construct. But instead of whipping out spell after spell against their foe and throwing her own Pokemon companions to add to the chaotic fray, she found her feet pounding against the lime stone and sandy rock below her. Between her cloak billowing in the wind and the screams of her dying comrades, it felt hard to feel bad for taking the cowards way out. When her instincts screamed that hard for her to flee instead of fight, then who was she to argue? And now, only eight of the dozen or so who had originally fled were alive. What was their plan now? "Tch," The pink haired woman quickly spit out the foul taste of copper and crushed pride from her mouth before resuming her glare at the construct that patiently stared them down a hundred feet away. "Whoever decided to throw this.. thing at us apparently felt that whatever was in that place was well worth slaying more than twenty men and Pokemon to protect whatever was going on there." Arethia glanced back at her injured and weary companions with a droplet of pity in her eyes but the smirk on her face more than betrayed her intentions. There was no retreat for them - at least not for her, or anyone else who agreed to go on with this crazy expedition. "You guys can go home if you want, in fact, at least one of you has to head back and say we got wiped. But I'm going to find a way around this stupid Golem impersonator," although destroying it would have been a better option, but Arethia grudgingly threw that idea out the window. "And find out whatever is going on in that Suicune blasted place." Arethia glanced over to the young man that she had long since considered her brother, even if it wasn't by blood. And if her shit eating grin directed at Wyrick wasn't enough to convince him to join her on this suicidal mission while the rest of the party was more than ready to hightail it out of there.. well, she'd drag him along anyway. After all, what were pyromaniac sisters for? Edited by Wired_Wisp, Feb 19 2014, 08:43 PM.
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| Vaerix | Feb 19 2014, 08:37 PM Post #4 |
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"You're crazy," Wyrick sighed. He knew Arethia since about day one, and she was always like this. Whether it was heroic resolve or simple insanity, he never knew. He did, however, know that grin. The first opportunity to enlist into the Academy, she wore that same face. The first field mission? That grin again. It stands to reason that most people would have turned tail in each situation, preferring a life of tranquility. Arethia was not most people. Each time that grin came out, it meant two things to Wyrick: one, that she knew that she could do it, and two, that he was coming along. He wasn't going to complain, but he did have some sense to know the danger that would always accompany that grin. "Alright, I'm gonna need everyone to stand still for a sec," Wyrick began. He reached down at his side and tapped a small object. "Jet, gonna need your help. Sand-Attack!" In a flash of light, a large tan bird emerged with radiant plumage and an extravagant crest. Rapidly flapping its wings, dust was kicked up into a growing cloud of debris further separating the Golem from the few that remained. "Whoever's heading back, head back now!" Unsettlingly, the construct's glowing eyes could still be made out through the cloud. Edited by Vaerix, Feb 19 2014, 08:39 PM.
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| Wired_Wisp | Feb 19 2014, 10:58 PM Post #5 |
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As Arethia pulled the cloak tightly around her mouth to protect herself from the lashing dust and winds, she found herself grimacing at their supposed 'good luck.' Had she not seen one of their comrades fail in their attempt to escape by air, she would have been quick to suggest taking Jet to the skies and avoiding the construct that way. Unfortunately, the poor wind mage and his Fearow were converted into nothing more than a disgusting feather filled red mush thanks to a deadly accurate boulder chucked by their pursuer. Then the blood stained boulder hit the rock wall of the ravine and the raining debris that resulted killed two others. The pink haired woman was lucky that the gash on her forehead was the only souvenir she carried from that moment. Jet's Sand-Attack was finally starting to die down and a quick glance around proved that all but herself, Wyrick, and his feathered companion were the only ones left to deal with the rest of the mission. "Whelp, time for some backup." A sliver of concentration, a quick tap, and a flash of light later and Arethia suddenly found herself staring at a glowing black and purple creature better suited to a dark haunted house than the sunset tinted ravine. "Okay, Papil do your thing and buy us some time - but don't you dare do something stupid!" The ghost pokemon was already floating off towards the enormous black Golem before her mistress even finished her sentence, purple fireballs forming and rotating around her as she moved before launching themselves at seemingly random locations around the deep ravine. Arethia smiled at the little wisps of fire as they floated in place, watching as more and more little balls of fire were launched about as the temperature slowly rose higher and higher. The new sheen of sweat above her brow was signal enough that everything was in place, so Arethia tapped the second jewel on her staff to release the second of her fiery companions. .. only to instantly clamp her arms around the noble beast's muzzle. It didn't matter if she suddenly looked ridiculous hanging off of her confused Arcanine's face, she was not letting him screw up their only chance by howling out their location! "Dante, do me a favor and shut up instead of flexing your sexy lungs out to the world. That.. thing isn't trying to steal me away, it's trying to kill us. So shut it!" Arethia hissed, not for the last time wondering how in the hell her big ol' giant fire puppy decided on its own that she was his soul mate and thus needed to challenge everything for impeding on his territory. Seriously, the month spent trying to clean up Dante's pee off of Wyrick's front door was both hilarious and annoying. .. still mostly hilarious. Arethia hopped onto the fluff ball's back before offering a hand to the wind mage. "Remember that time the air conditioning 'broke' in class and I managed to convince Professor Stick-up-ass that the spit balls were coming from the left of the lecture hall? Well, let's hope that my shenanigans have real life applications." That and hopefully the artificial mirages that Papil was setting up would be enough to confuse the construct enough to miss its target.. hopefully. |
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| Vaerix | Feb 22 2014, 03:12 AM Post #6 |
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A quick glance behind, and Wyrick noted the dire straights they were in. The fact that the construct was somehow still on the offensive put Wyrick even more on-edge. Wyrick's Pidgeot was notably raring for a fight, but his partner knew that was well beyond a good idea. Setting up a small diversion was the best thing that Wyrick had in mind. Arethia's ghost then appeared on the battlefield, which meant that Wyrick and Arethia had just that little bit of leeway more. Dante also came into the fray, which both worried and relieved Wyrick. "You know, Dante's probably never going to learn," Wyrick sighed. "Also, that was a prank against a nimrod. I just hope that this thing is just about as dumb." |
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