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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 4, 2008 23:17:59 GMT -5
Helen had been rather worn out as of late. The loss of one of her companions in the gaining of the new school had certainly wounded her spirits, and her arm only now was healing from the stab in the tendons that Blaise had dealt. It had been a month. A full month, both in days and in misery. Miko had asked her about it, Joseph had mocked her, Haze had offered her a drink, Summer had given her a fruit basket, and Tsubota had tried to have a heart to heart chat. She waved them all aside, and buried herself in reading...
She stretched, feeling her withered muscles protest. It had only been a month, but going that long only nibbling on stray snacks, and without going outside for more than a brief task, had left her paler and weaker. She needed to get back into things again... That might lift her spirits a wee bit.
She was standing in the middle of an empty lot behind a ruinous factory. The wisps of grass pushing through the pavement were a testament to its state. A few rusty machines, so decayed as to be impossible to identify, leaned against the factory wall, or sprawled in the middle like tired cattle.
"I want something bright, Something to fight. You know what I seek, Though my bones be weak. Not blood or ire, To simply perspire. Bring to me here, A foe, true and clear."
She paused in her verse, breathing a few deep breaths. It seemed the air around her was distorting, writhing as if she was making it uncomfortable with her presence.
"BREAK!" Helen shouted, and there was a feeling like a rubber band snapping in her heart. The air around her shot outward in a concussive wave, shattering the one remaining intact window of the factory. As the pieces of glass tumbled, a black sphere appeared roughly a yard above the ground. A figure tumbled out of it and landed in front of Helen.
"You know why you were brought here, right?" Helen removed her tophat from her head, and reached into it. She slowly drew a blade from it until it became clear that the sword didn't actually fit in the hat. Then she looked to Rhys.
"If the spell didn't already tell you, this is just gonna be a sparring match."
OOC: Sorry, got caught up talking with somebody. Anyways, here it is. Helen is an average height/figured girl, with long purple hair, wearing a short purple skirt, a matching dress shirt, and pink tights/tophat. That should be enough description to work with, right?
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Post by SV on Sept 5, 2008 0:15:58 GMT -5
The man who had been expelled by the portal landed lithely on his feet, gripping a rather abused-looking hat in one hand. The late afternoon sun glared off his narrow frames, through which he surveyed his new surroundings. He stood on the edge of the shadow of a large, decrepit factory. The pavement beneath his feet was in want of maintenance, as was the rusted chain link fence surrounding them, as were the hulking rusted skeletons of ancient machinery. Broken shards of glass glittered at him where light touched them. The sky was ablaze with the sanguinary sunset.
Rhys’s gaze settled upon his opponent. A woman, slightly shorter than he, and oddly attired for such a fight. Besides, she looked rather fragile. "Helen," he said, studying her. "It nearly leaves a bad taste in my mouth to fight a lady, much less one so drained as yourself." He fell silent for a moment longer, then scowled. "But then, this is merely a duel, and you brought me here."
A sudden breeze ruffled his tie and jacket; his shadow, long in the stilted sunlight, seemed to condense around his feet, to solidify. He cast his bowler aside and extended his arm in a handshake. "How shall we do this, then? First to yield?"
OOC: The alliteration is accidental. =]
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 5, 2008 0:29:37 GMT -5
"Hey, I didn't pick you. I let the spell do it for me. So I'm guessing that you'd have to be an ideal choice... Hopefully." Helen bit her lip in thought, and then removed the tip of her sword, placing her hat upon her head once more. "I trust it." She placed her left hand on the hilt of her sword and tightened her grip. She liked using a shield, but as she was now, she wasn't sure if armor and a shield would do much beyond weigh her down and make her easier to hit.
"First to yield does indeed sound fair. Anything else would just be too easy, or too dangerous." Helen smirked, and glanced down at her blade. Polished amethyst in the hilt glimmered with the same light it had when she'd set it two years ago, and the silver was brilliant. She had to be just as sturdy, just as reliable as her sword. It went through everything with her, and it showed nary a scratch... She pointed it at Rhys, watching him carefully while sensing the air around her.
"Shall we begin?" Helen asked, shifting her balance forward.
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Post by SV on Sept 5, 2008 0:44:45 GMT -5
Rhys regarded the blade pointed at his chest and smirked. A fine weapon. “Very well.” Aware of her change in stance, he extended his hand out as though for another handshake. The silvery blade’s shadow quivered slightly, darkening; so did his own shadow’s arm. At once, both lifted up, and Rhys took this new weapon in his hand. He was impressed -- even this sword’s shadow was well-balanced, fit nicely in his hand.
He mirrored Helen’s stance, waiting for a move he felt should have already been made.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 5, 2008 1:07:26 GMT -5
"I guess that it's up to me to be on the offensive, then!" Helen swung her blade full force, aiming at Rhys's weapon. Hopefully, he'd fall for it and guard... Not waiting to see the results, Helen pushed forward, locking her arms so that her sword was angled up, and then rushed at her opponent, trying to meet blade to blade and push him back. After about two seconds of this, she jumped back, and swung at thin air.
The swing had seemingly no effect until after it had ended. A crescent of flame formed in the path her sword had taken. It didn't seem too severe, but Helen hoped that it would slow the counterattack enough to give her another gap in his defense. She couldn't match him perfectly blade for blade while she was this rusty...
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Post by SV on Sept 5, 2008 1:26:49 GMT -5
Rhys almost fell for the feint, and had in fact taken a step or two forward to meet her rush before she'd jumped back. He'd barely had enough time to bring his empty hand up in a quick sweeping motion before the flame met his shadowy barrier. He could still feel the heat from the singed air. He had underestimated her; Helen was more than a mere stage magician.
Undeterred, he pulled his arm back, as though he were about to throw a pitch. His shield condensed into a sphere roughly the size of a softball, which he hurled at her. The action seemed to require some effort. Whatever the sphere connected with would surely take some damage. Hoping his adversary was distracted, he raised the shadow blade with both hands and charged at her, its tip directed at the hollow of her throat. Of course he didn't mean to run her through; this was a bluff -- but Helen couldn't know that.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 6, 2008 0:24:39 GMT -5
Helen jerked out of the way of the sphere, and the attack shot by her at chest level. It hit the wall of the factory behind her, making a noise like the crackle of arching electricity. A moment later, there was an impressive blast. Pieces of shattered cinderblocks and brick flew up, though the duo were too far away for anything except for pebbles and dust to reach them.
She saw the thrust coming too late, and stopped with the point directly at her throat. Standing still, quivering, she opened her mouth as if to surrender.
"I-I... Ice." Helen suddenly said, her expression of shock turning to confidence. Three pillars of ice shot up out of the ground, pushing away from her and heaving up the soil. They weren't pointed, and were only about the size of a garbage can each, so they couldn't hurt too badly, but they might throw Rhys off of her long enough to regroup.
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Post by SV on Sept 6, 2008 1:07:32 GMT -5
Rhys disappeared under a dome of pitch-black -- a shield. He hadn't expected to have to resort to that so soon. This magician hadn't worked hard enough to earn a hit yet. The large chunks of ice shot toward him, pushing him in his shield back in their wake.
Rhys skidded to a halt and his shield dissipated; he held his sword in a defensive position, scanning the yard for his opponent.
OOC: Eww. I is need sleepz.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 6, 2008 22:37:37 GMT -5
"Not bad at all. Seems we both are more than just magicians or wielders of a blade." Helen smiled graciously. This was invigorating, reviving her mind, body and soul. Something so taxing, yet so energizing... Time to try out one of the newer techniques in the arsenal she had gained.
"I'm glad that it chose you," Helen said calmly, rushing at Rhys with her sword. She executed a hard swing that he blocked with his own weapon easily. She didn't care. That wasn't what she was trying for.
"It's like I was old, but now I'm new," Helen said cordially, spinning into a slash at Rhys' side, slightly too far off to actually hit. Something seemed to gleam on her outfit, perhaps a sequin or pinch of sparkles from one of her stage performances.
"Still, you're bit strong for me..." Helen brought her blade back, her attack closer but missing due to a graceful sidestep. Something invisible lightly pushed against Rhys, as if a stiff breeze was emanating from the young lady.
"But even so... Well, you'll see." She leapt back, landing on her knee, with her left hand empty and raised, aimed at Rhys. Barely visible lines, looking somewhat beaded, spiralled around her in a phantasmal dance. Not lines... Chains..."Break."
The moment that Helen finished her calm invocation, the phantom chains snapped inward with a loud whoosh. A light pulsed from her hand, dimming for a split second before the real effect of the spell occurred. A line of light shot from her hand, trailing sparks as it shot forward. Though she wasn't sure if the small dart formed by shaping the forcefield chains had actually hit Rhys, she saw the damage it caused when it zipped through a nearby engine block, causing it to go tumbling back across the decrepit yard for almost ten feet.
OOC: Basically, imagine an attack that when it hits, barely does any physical damage (think small puncture wound) but hurls you backwards like getting hit by a truck.
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Post by SV on Sept 7, 2008 18:13:51 GMT -5
It was far, far too easy to parry Helen’s attacks. As she swung her sword around him, he hardly had to move his own, save to face her. And she was speaking rather oddly. At the same time, he noticed something odd twinkling on or near her shirt; a moment later he was buffeted by some unseen force. A sudden breeze had kicked up. And then, as the magician danced away from him, he noticed the fine, shimmering lines in the air as they whistled toward an engine some five yards to his left. The impact sounded something like a nail gun, but the hunk of metal sailed back for at least ten feet, skidding to a halt with a screech. The line was a fine chain; the sparkles were actually sparks. It hit Rhys like a hornet sting and he found himself hurled backward at a very old, very broken-down trailer.
Rhys brought his hand up behind his head just in time. Instead of hitting the trailer’s broad flat side, which would have probably knocked the wind out of him, he disappeared into it. Behind him, a shadowy portal yawned at Helen before closing in upon itself. For a moment or two, the young magician stood alone in the yard. Then, a voice behind her.
“Nice trick, that,” Rhys’ voice came, growing louder as an identical void formed in midair behind Helen. “I have a few tricks of my own.” He shot out of the void as quickly as he’d entered it, aiming a strike at her back with the pommel of his sword.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 9, 2008 21:34:17 GMT -5
"Urgh!" Helen threw herself forward, reducing the impact by rolling with the blow. His attack hadn't been too strong, but it had caught her in a bad spot. Her lower back ached like the dickens now, having been struck with a piece of... well, something that felt like a piece of metal. She growled, turned and rose to her feet.
"You, too. I should have done a different incantation... You're too mobile to get hit with something like that." She smiled slightly. "I guess my injury there was my own fault. Still--" She charged again, raising her sword to her shoulder.
"It won't stop me from taking it out on you!" She slashed at him, not caring if it hit or just forced him back a little. Using the momentum to spin herself around, she crouched slightly and advanced. Halfway through the rotation, she brought out her leg and her blade, attempting a low slash and trip kick at once.
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Post by SV on Sept 10, 2008 0:04:39 GMT -5
Rhys parried her blows with relative ease but with a renewed attentiveness, afraid she would try to throw another spell at him. As the magician advanced at him, though, she pushed him closer and closer to the sunlight. This could be a significant problem. Helen crouched, spinning -- she was quite the elegant fighter, he noticed -- and threw a leg and her sword out at him. To evade would be to come too close to the edge of the shadows. Rhys caught her blade in the guard of his and allowed himself to be sent sprawling toward the ground. Beneath him, his shadow darkened, and his own arms reached up from the asphalt to catch him. He watched her, alert and ready to raise a shield if she tried to attack him before he could regain his footing properly. OOC: I promised you cookies.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 11, 2008 0:12:35 GMT -5
Helen didn't press the attack, but rather stepped back several paces to put herself out of harm's way. She was starting to catch on to how Rhys' abilities worked, and with that, was beginning to figure out how to approach the fight on a tactical level. It was a good thing her brain was starting to work right, since she was feeling the first pangs of forcing herself to move after so many days of stagnation. She could still fight, but she didn't have the full vitality that she started with.
"You're no slouch in the combination of paranormal abilities with swordplay," she said with a smile as Rhys stood up. "I should take notes." Helen seemingly sank into the ground, then rose up from it with a whoosh behind him. She started to swing, only to disappear in a cloud of glitter.
"Here!" Helen shouted, flickering into the visual spectrum again in front of Rhys. She rushed at him from nearby and threw a heavy doublehanded slash at him.
OOC: This one's a bit meh, but I like to space out my flashy moves. Don't want Helen to seem too much of a "Squishy Wizard".
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Post by SV on Sept 11, 2008 1:11:05 GMT -5
Rhys parried, blocked, sidestepped. His hands throbbed from the aftershock of her blade hitting his. He was still pondering why he remained on the defensive, and how Helen wasn't tiring yet. And these illusions and glitter were going to have to stop. But Rhys saw an opening.
The magician rushed him from the side, prepared to connect heavily with whatever she could hit. There would be no way for him to evade it fully for this to work -- she might very well draw blood, though not a lot if he defended properly -- but it would do. He brought his shadowy blade up to deflect hers to one side or the other, and stepped to the side, gesturing to the ground at her feet. The shade condensed around her feet.
So far, it looked as if his plan had worked. Best-case scenario was that the shade swallowed her up like quicksand, immobilizing her and opening her up enough for him to go on the offensive. Best-case, but fairly unlikely. Instead, she was probably experiencing a sensation akin to walking through a knee-deep bog -- not completely frozen in place, but slowed enough to allow him to regroup and get an attack in.
The downside was, he was standing only about arm-and-a-half's length away from her. He was in no position to block any attack fully with his sword, and preoccupied as he was forming his shadowy sand trap, he could only form a weak shield that would do little more than slow her sword's velocity. Until he put some distance between them, she was almost guaranteed to make contact if she tried to strike again.
OOC: Me either, Lee. But I needed a break from D. H. Lawrence. Don't worry about squishies. Rhys still has a serious weakness that I didn't want to throw in there too early. I'm having a considerable amount of fun with this =]
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 28, 2008 20:51:58 GMT -5
Helen felt the change in her balance instantly. A look of shock crossed her lips for a moment before she attempted to leap clear of Rhys' reach. The attempt was more elephantine than anything with her center of balance off. She tumbled back and landed on her hip. She stumbled to her feet, trying to put more distance between herself and Rhys.
"Just as I thought... It's attached to me, not emanating from you." Helen said, staring Rhys down. "I'm not sure how this works, but I think I'm going to test your limits in a moment..." Helen's blade glimmered with a purple glow. She drew it back, until the blade was over her shoulder, and then snapped forward to hurl the weapon with a backhanded toss. She was getting tired out enough as was... If this curse remained on her, she'd be beat in no time. She had to work around it, then, until she had time to dispel it. Focusing her gaze on the weapon, which had passed over Rhys by a good five feet, Helen shot forward. Drawn straight to the weapon as if by magic, she caught it in her hands and dropped.
She put her momentum into a tremendous downwards slash, focusing on hitting Rhys's blade with all she could muster. Regardless of what happened, this would be a rough landing...
POHATU SEZ: ETHER!
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Post by SV on Oct 28, 2008 23:08:35 GMT -5
OOC: YAY!!!
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Rhys had not been expecting this at all. Besides negating his whole plan, the magician hadn't allowed him enough time to calculate his offense. He raised his blade above him to take her attack. The impact was jarring, and he staggered backward, graceless and unbalanced. Sweat trickled into his eyes, down his back. He was growing tired rapidly, and he still didn't have a clue to Helen's weakness, aside from her mounting fatigue; and unless she had another trick up her sleeve (which was extremely likely) or he came up with another plan soon, it was beginning to look like they'd just wail at each other until they both collapsed. It had been far too long since he'd fought anything.
He regained his footing and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, frowning. "That was entirely too tricky of you," he chided. Then, hefting his sword in his hand, he lunged at her, hoping to get in a solid downward slash before she could recover.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 30, 2008 1:13:08 GMT -5
"Of course it was." Helen smirked from the ground, trying to rise out of the kneeling position she had landed in. She started to stagger to her feet again, but the last remnants of the shadow hold tripped her slightly as Rhys closed in. She managed to avoid the brunt of his attack, but he clipped her with the blade, tracing a red line from her left shoulder to just below her ribs.
"Urgh!" Helen batted at him with the blunt side of her weapon, trying to get him to back off for a moment. Using the distration, she leapt away, this time actually getting a moderate amount of distance between herself and Rhys. Breathing heavily, she continued holding the blade in her left hand, keeping it trained on Rhys. Glowing with mystic power, her free hand touched her wound.
"Bind." The glow spread, encircling her torso before fading away, leaving her wounds bandaged in thick, coarse fabric.
"That was a spell designed for tying up enemies, but hey, whatever works, right?" Helen panted. She took her blade in her right hand again, and met his gaze. "Let's resume!"
Still slightly disoriented from the pain, Helen rushed Rhys at her full speed. When she had almost reached him, she took two quick diagonal cuts at him, one downward from the right, and the other travelling back along its path.
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Post by SV on Oct 30, 2008 20:10:41 GMT -5
The magician lunged at Rhys with unexpected speed. He tried to dodge it backwards, but the first slash connected anyway, scoring him from his collarbone to his sternum with a relatively superficial cut (well, he thought, it could have been much worse). He grunted and brought his sword up to knock hers out of the way as she began the upward slice, and sent her sword curving back down. The part she'd retraced was deeper, but the rest was shallow. Still, Helen's blade was sharp, and the wound was already bleeding steadily. Rhys grimaced, partly from the pain and partly from knowing that this would probably need stitches.
The shadow beneath his feet darkened and carried him back several yards, closer to the factory and farther into the shade. Rhys clutched at his wound, applying pressure to help stop the bleeding. He was beginning to worry. So far, his only direct hit hadn't been a serious one, and she'd been able to bandage it. His, on the other hand, was significantly deeper. The stinging was going away, but like a razor cut, it bled everywhere. Bright crimson stains blossomed through his shirt, making the cuts seem even worse than they actually were.
Rhys inhaled deeply and glowered at his adversary. "Looks as though I'll need to get creative, then," he said, raising his sword in one hand. He held his other hand, sticky from his blood, in front of the blade and made a movement as though he was sheathing it. The weapon flickered where his hand passed and faded into the shadow. He appeared defenseless at the moment, yes, which made him anxious; but he was waiting for Helen to draw in closer before his plan could work.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 1, 2008 19:38:19 GMT -5
"Good! Now we're just about even!" Helen shouted, smiling with her teeth clenched. She wasn't quite delirious, but between the blood loss from her scratches, the slapping around she had taken, and normal exhaustion, she just couldn't focus her mind. No matter... If I really need a spell, I'm sure that I can call it up. Helen maintained her expression, charging at Rhys.
If she had been more cautious, she might have recognized what appeared to be an Iai stance, but but as it was, her only focus was hitting Rhys. She sprinted at him, chest heaving with the exertion, and attempted a thrust from as far out as she could manage. Keeping with her momentum, she brought the attack into a slash toward Rhys' left. If he could just pull out of the way of this blow, she would be wide open...
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Post by SV on Nov 2, 2008 1:35:50 GMT -5
Above and behind Helen, the phantom of her own sword waxed into sight. Rhys focused on it intensely, and with a sharp downward sweep of his free hand, brought it down hard, pommel first, at the magician's back. But to maintain his focus was to leave himself open to her slash. He'd weathered her first attack, but this next one caught him across the ribs on his other side.
Rhys crumpled to his knees; his sword jerked erratically in the air in a manner that could plausibly cause undirected damage. Blood spotted the worn blacktop under him as he struggled to regain his footing. He could feel himself going pallid and knew that this fight was drawing to an end. In his semi-recumbent position, it might be decided by what damage his sword did and how quickly Helen recovered from it. For now, he groped in the air at his weapon.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 30, 2008 3:06:10 GMT -5
OOC: Oddly enough, I started working on this before you signed in. 0.0
BIC: The pommel struck Helen cleanly in the small of her back, and caused her to cry out in pain. She tumbled forward, clumsily parrying Rhys' attack. The sword glanced off of her own blade, and ripped across her left arm. It missed anything truly vital, but blood ran down the magician's arm copiously.
Rest... I need, NEED to rest. Not sleep, just catch my breath... Helen leaned forward, weakly lifting her left palm, and pointed it at Rhys.
"Beaufort," she spluttered, and a moment later, the spell took effect. A huge burst of wind roared across the abandoned lot like a rampaging lion, from the factory outward. Although nowhere near as powerful as her earlier spell that had hit Rhys, this one still was strong enough to knock somebody from their feet. Helen herself was knocked flat on her face, splitting her lip on on sharp stone.
She rolled to her back, bringing her blade up to guard, in case Rhys had weathered the attack and was ready to counter. If he got her now, it would be all over...
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Post by SV on Dec 1, 2008 19:31:46 GMT -5
Just as his fingers brushed the hilt of his sword, the first breezes of Helen’s spell hit Rhys. The weapon, still hanging half-ethereal in the air, blew behind him; as the breeze kicked up to gale forces, he struggled up only to lose his footing. He fell hard onto the worn blacktop, and pieces of gravel and broken glass pressed into his face and outstretched palm as he watched his weapon sail into the light and disappear.
Rhys was now unarmed, face-down on the pavement, bleeding out of what felt like a dozen cuts and scratches. He had lost his glasses in his fall and was now quite sure he was lying on them. And his opponent could still raise a sword. He rolled over, teeth gritted against the pain. Helen, blurry now without his glasses, swam in front of him when he blinked; his head fell back against the pavement and he let out a labored sigh. "Yield," Rhys muttered, waving a hand weakly at the magician. "I yield."
"Now, if you’d be so kind as to magic me up some stitches…" He turned his head, spat out a mouthful of blood, and lay chuckling deliriously at himself.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 6, 2008 22:59:20 GMT -5
Yield... The word hit Helen like the feeling of falling into bed after a hard day at work. She smiled slightly, rolled to her feet and turned to face Rhys. Her opponent was in poor shape, lying in a bloody puddle, his neck limp. She sighed, and began concentrating on a weak healing spell in her mind.
"Sorry about cutting you up so much... I guess I should've used subdual magic a bit more." Helen released the magic. A glow surrounded Rhys and soothed his pain. Bits of glass and rock worked free from his skin, and the smaller wounds knit and closed. The larger ones barely grew more shallow, but the blood stopped flowing so freely.
"Piece by piece I repair, Muscle, bone, and skin, and hair," Helen began canting, stepping back. "Cut I did, mend I do, Stitch a wound that I cut through. Peace of mind and peace of heart, Now I work my healing art. 'Fore the fall of tired sun, May said craftwork now be done."
Helen had taken a glow similar to before, with phantasmal coils of chains dripping from her like exquisite jewelry. They were tinged orange by the setting sun, ropes of amber falling about her.
"Break."
The chains extended toward Rhys and flowed into his body through his wounds. Now, they began closing much more quickly; the lesser ones mended instantly, and even the more severe ones faded away in moments. Helen bit her lip, clearly taxed by the spell, but still smiling at its effectiveness.
"Thanks, Rhys. I'm glad that you were willing to help me out," Helen turned to walk away, but stopped. Turning back to face him, she knelt by his side. Her hand went to his ear.
"What's this?" Helen drew a slip of paper from the man's ear. "Oh, it's for you."
She stood up and began walking away in earnest as Rhys read the slip. A phone number, and a hastily scrawled note in lavender ink.
"If you need any help, you know where to reach me. Take care."
OOC: The End. Photu, feel free to archive now.
Well played, SV. Now it's your turn to be in charge.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jan 3, 2009 1:13:48 GMT -5
NAIC: Oh, shit, what? "The loss of one of her companions in the gaining of the new school"? WHAT? Someone's gonna die! Panic! Panic! Terrian and Rie are exempt because their deaths would cause massive continuity errors! Kill Damien if you have to! KILL DAMIENNNNN
VOLUME TWOOO
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jan 3, 2009 23:47:24 GMT -5
OOC: Crap, my plan to cause another board schism by killing Terrian and making things erupt into chaos between continuity lords and fast-'n'-loose RPers has been stopped!
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