RE: Cloudsea - The Chronicle of Alice Van Vaugen
08-07-2017, 03:40 PM
Alice looked deeply into those eyes. They stared back. Unblinking. Unflinching. Unresponsive. She looked over towards Viss and Free- then let out a slow sigh, and looked back to this person. She shrugged.
She snapped her wrist past her side and fired the flash shell into Suit's chest while flicking her head downward to knock her goggles back down over her eyes.
There was a bang, and a flash, and a roar, which was quickly drowned out by a powerful ringing sensation in her head.
There was a loud bang, and a bright flash behind Free-Qhen. They didn't dare turn their attention- But the roaring- two voices intertwined, caught their attention. Especially as it drew closer. . .
Not even a moment to think, but an eternity to act. Free-Qhen kicked out, and connected, while they spun their wrist around and PULLED- the beast actually stumbling for a moment as the countering forces was turned into a countering offensive. For a brief moment, as Free-Qhen rolled, they could see a flicker of blue flame, and as the sound got closer, it was the sound of roaring, but with a shrill, bloodthirsty scream underneath it.
For a moment, Qhen was a child again, watching his best friend cut down person and beast, one after another. They were not one to relish the loss of life, but it was inevitable. They were after Qhen, and Viss refused to let Qhen fight them. The pattern of blood was pretty though-
Then Free-Qhen realized that was the blood of the beast that was now on top of them, and it screamed in pain and rage, letting go of Qhen's shoulder, and they both shoved against each other as hard as they could, the beast skittering away, running behind a large chunk of blank wall- presumable to lick it's wounds. So they turned to look at-
(Note: This next section got spoiler-d because this post is MASSIVE and IMPOSING, and this section takes place inside Viss' mind. Sorry I keep fiddling with the formatting. ' <';)
Viss stood 'over' Free-Qhen. Her size had not changed, but her stance certainly had. The tattered, flame-like remains of her muse's cloak was wrapped around her head and neck like a hood and scarf. Also-
She was on fire.
Her head-fins were hidden within the confines of the hood, but two large straight spikes stuck up out of the top of her head, pointed back slightly- made of flame twisted into a horn-shape. . . Her claws were longer, like talons now- on both her hands and feet, which also burned with pale blue flame. The blade she clutched was long and straight, and it's handle curled around her hand- and appeared to go through her arm multiple times. . .
But one could not really ignore the wings. Her back was drenched in her own blood, having seemingly split open at each shoulder to give her a pair of fairly large wings of fire. . .
She looked Free-Qhen in the eyes. She felt the same- she had somehow tapped into her power, without actively summoning her muse. She FELT the same, but she carried herself with. . . Purpose?
Free-Qhen leapt in towards the beast, weaving between walls, while Viss launched herself up into the air. . .
Alice and Suit watched Qhen and Viss move towards the Volf. Alice looked back to Suit, who was pointing a long tubed artillery piece at her.
Alice thought about that for a moment. She did not think calling for Empty would be wise right now- which means she was limited to- well, real weapons. Something about this guy in the ugly suit was starting to tick her off though. It was a strange sensation- to be utterly annoyed.
Provided there wasn't a trick here- and again. . . If they wanted her dead, she gets the feeling she would be already. . . What should she ask for?
( ) Another Gun? She's versed in both Rifles and Siege Weapons of... all types.
( ) Something more personal? She knows all sorts of armed combat, though she's really only good swinging a rifle around. Something about the weight makes it different than just a club.
( ) Insert Weapon Here.
( ) Are we just buying time here, hoping the others get here sometime soon?
There was a bang, and a flash, and a roar, which was quickly drowned out by a powerful ringing sensation in her head.
For a moment, Qhen was a child again, watching his best friend cut down person and beast, one after another. They were not one to relish the loss of life, but it was inevitable. They were after Qhen, and Viss refused to let Qhen fight them. The pattern of blood was pretty though-
Then Free-Qhen realized that was the blood of the beast that was now on top of them, and it screamed in pain and rage, letting go of Qhen's shoulder, and they both shoved against each other as hard as they could, the beast skittering away, running behind a large chunk of blank wall- presumable to lick it's wounds. So they turned to look at-
(Note: This next section got spoiler-d because this post is MASSIVE and IMPOSING, and this section takes place inside Viss' mind. Sorry I keep fiddling with the formatting. ' <';)
Viss stood 'over' Free-Qhen. Her size had not changed, but her stance certainly had. The tattered, flame-like remains of her muse's cloak was wrapped around her head and neck like a hood and scarf. Also-
She was on fire.
Her head-fins were hidden within the confines of the hood, but two large straight spikes stuck up out of the top of her head, pointed back slightly- made of flame twisted into a horn-shape. . . Her claws were longer, like talons now- on both her hands and feet, which also burned with pale blue flame. The blade she clutched was long and straight, and it's handle curled around her hand- and appeared to go through her arm multiple times. . .
But one could not really ignore the wings. Her back was drenched in her own blood, having seemingly split open at each shoulder to give her a pair of fairly large wings of fire. . .
She looked Free-Qhen in the eyes. She felt the same- she had somehow tapped into her power, without actively summoning her muse. She FELT the same, but she carried herself with. . . Purpose?
Free-Qhen leapt in towards the beast, weaving between walls, while Viss launched herself up into the air. . .
Alice and Suit watched Qhen and Viss move towards the Volf. Alice looked back to Suit, who was pointing a long tubed artillery piece at her.
Alice thought about that for a moment. She did not think calling for Empty would be wise right now- which means she was limited to- well, real weapons. Something about this guy in the ugly suit was starting to tick her off though. It was a strange sensation- to be utterly annoyed.
Provided there wasn't a trick here- and again. . . If they wanted her dead, she gets the feeling she would be already. . . What should she ask for?
( ) Another Gun? She's versed in both Rifles and Siege Weapons of... all types.
( ) Something more personal? She knows all sorts of armed combat, though she's really only good swinging a rifle around. Something about the weight makes it different than just a club.
( ) Insert Weapon Here.
( ) Are we just buying time here, hoping the others get here sometime soon?