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Emily/Steve: C Rank; Pissing off Lord Hadrian
Topic Started: Fri 15 Jul 2011, 03:52:12 (205 Views)
Emily
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Hair Sorceress
"I know that's you, Emily."

A girl with her pitch-black hair tied back in a ponytail, and skin as if she had spent far too long in the sun, looked up with surprise towards the voice. "I'm sorry sir, I don't quite nderstand what you mean."

"Fine then. Perhaps I won't tell you about that mission Hadrian gave me." Appearing unconcerned, the boy, his hair as purple as his cloak, kept walking, as if unconcerned with what had just occurred.

"Wait, Hadrian told you to do thi-?"

Steve turned around. "Not very good at lying, are you?"

Emily let out a shrug. As she did so, her hair separated into individual strands, hanging loosely around her shoulders, while her complexion lightened towards its usual pale shade. "Not particularly. I'd say that Hadrian had me trail you… but as you've said, bad liar."

"So two members of the Order aren't in attendance today." Shaking his head, Steve made sure no one else was listening in. "That will go to his mood perfectly." Steve promptly turned back towards her. "Well, on that note what are you doing here? Just trailing me for the sake of pissing me off, I assume? Get some brownie points while you're at it?"

"Naturally."

"And the fact that I'm a guy your age heading into town alone has nothing to do with it?"

"Course not. Though Zeta exists too, you know."

Steve let out another sigh. "Anyway, since you're here already, I heard that one of my House's servants are in the area. May as well meet up with them and gather whatever information we can."

"As well as stuff on the Sacred Twins, of course."

"Naturally," he said, words mimicking her own. "Anyway, he should be around here. Are you going to come, or are you just going to go back and tell Hadrian what it is I'm doing."

Emily went on walking, as if that was her reply. "Well, I've gotta make sure that you're actually doing what you say, right? And not just taking a day off?"

"Because that's exactly not what you're doing right now, isn't it?" Steve replied, following her.

"Again, course not. Anyway, I've got to admit I'm curious. How did you know it was me?"

Steve let out a smile. "Well, you're not as smart as you think, are you? Anyway, you aren't as good with your hair magic as you'd like, especially when it comes to wind's affects on it. Which, of course, I happen to be an expert in."

"Ever so slightly arrogant."

"Maybe. Anyway, chances are, if you see someone's hair blowing in the exact opposite direction than it should be, especially if you're the one making the wind, then you would know something's up."

"…oh. Well come on, magical wind is sorta cheating isn't it, how often am I going to fight someone with that?"

"More likely than you'd think. But yeah, it's only a minor thing, and if that hair thing is as hard to control as it seems, it would probably be more trouble learning properly than it's worth. And if someone wanted to kill you, they probably wouldn't care who you are."

"Because that makes me feel so much better."

"I don't think I meant it to." Steve said, a smile on his face once more. "But it is a quite an interesting thing to use. How do you actually do it? Your hair, I mean."

Emily's face lit up. Finally something that didn't make her feel like a fool. She continued walking, knowing her explanation could take quite a while. "Well, in concept, it's quite simple, but as you've said, it's very hard to maintain. Normally if I'm not trying to be fancy and there isn't a magical wind blowing I can easily manage to disguise it."

"'Ever so slightly arrogant'"

"Not as much as you. Anyway, normally, when you fight against an Elder Magic user like me, you'd expect them to make hard. And. Slow. Attacks. Right?" Towards the end of the sentence, Emily punctuated each word with an large orb of flux straight from her hands, aimed directly towards Steve, who effortlessly dodged each strike.

"More or less. Though being an Anima Mage I'm going to have trouble regardless. And you know that that's kind of dangerous, right?"

"Well if you made it into the Order, you should have no problems defending yourself. Anyway, I focus on the exact opposite." Pointing towards her hair, she continued. "Basically, speed and dexterity over hard-hitting power. The best way to think about it is that I have a mass of Elder Magic on top of my head. A mass of Elder Magic that looks good, at least."

Steve nodded, showing that he understood.

"Well, basically, I'm used to it enough to have quite a bit of control over it. And eventually I learned to fight with it." Inwardly, Emily laughed at herself. Certain parts of her past… probably didn't need retelling. "See that tree over there? Use your wind, blow it towards me, enough to rustle the leaves."

"Okay..." Confused, Steve still did as he was told. Within seconds, a strong wind blew towards them, taking a flurry of leaves along with it.

Emily quickly responded by expanding her hair. Looking almost like a spider, whenever a leaf blew within a few metres of her, her hair would grow to catch it, eating through it as if made of acid, the remains disintegrating into her web. When the wind died down, she looked around: while much of the area was covered in leaves, the spaces directly around her were completely free of them. "Finesse and control, that's how it's done."

"Whoa, awesome."

"Yeah, but it actually doesn't work that well on other people, unfortunately. Elder Magic affects the soul, not the body, and whatnot. Doesn't mean it's not deadly, though." She shrunk her hair back to it's normal shape and kept on walking. "Now it's your turn. How does your magic work?"

"So that if we ever fight and try to kill each other, you'd know how to kill me first?"

"Exactly."

"Fine. You'd need all the help you can get, anyway." Steve walked some more, figuring out how to explain in the simplest words possible. "Well, it's nothing completely original, like yours is, first of all. But basically, when I have to fight, it all flows around the control of momentum."

Emily looked puzzled, but remained silent.

"The best way I can explain it, is of course, the wind. If something's blowing one way, it doesn't typically stop and go the other way in a second. It either curves around, or turns back slowly." As he spoke, he blew towards the nearest tree, showing exactly what he meant. "The same thing occurs in battle. If it's in the opponent's favour, then it's very difficult to get the favour back on your side. How I try to fight is to find a way to turn the opponent's momentum back against them, and then keep it on my side." Steve promptly adopted a defensive pose. "Attack me, I'll show you what I mean."

"Because I totally wasn't going to do that anyway." Adopting a threatening pose, keeping both her hands in front of her to guard against attack, she had a strand of hair move forth and grab towards Steve's neck. To her surprise, he was able to quickly dodge it by moving towards his own right, and a small spark was released off the palm of his hand, dissipating about a finger's length from his hand.

"And that's how I do it," Steve said, putting his arms down. "My own wind makes me feel lighter, so it's much easier to dodge attacks. Naturally, I knew you were going to attack me, so it would be more difficult in a real battle, but not extraordinarily so. Basically, one lightning strike and you'd've been dead, once I took the momentum of your attack and put it against you."

Emily nodded slowly. "Smart. It would be nice if we had a real sparring match sometime."

"It would." Walking forth once more, he knew he had almost reached their destination. "Still wondering though, what made you suddenly wake up one day and think 'I want my hair to be made of Elder Magic'?" Looking ahead, Steve stopped as he saw the emblem of House Leaward on a man's clothes: a phoenix, wings open, beneath a gold triangle. He knew that was the person he was looking for. "Well, looks like our chat will have to wait. Here's our man."

A small silence.

Steve looked behind him, surprised to see Emily no longer there. Well, here was his goal, no need to look for her. That girl was definitely… confusing. Without dwelling his thoughts on her any longer, he called the man over. Time to gather some information.
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