Re: Intense Struggle! (Round 2 - The Misty Swamp)
02-19-2010, 03:26 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
After a minute or two of calculation and muttering, Clara came up with a spell that she thought would probably protect her and Aph from whatever noxious fumes that murky bog might hold. A few quick gestures and nonsense syllables, and the nymph's and the nun's heads were surrounded by large, faintly-golden bubbles. They slightly distorted vision and tinted everything yellow, but not so much that it was a problem; it was worth it to have a constant supply of air that didn't smell like a combination of corpse and rafflesia.
"There we go, dear. I guess we can go into that muck now, if we want. To listen to that man talk, we'll have to eventually." The sister's voice echoed slightly as she talked, and she grinned at her own distorted words.
Aph looked noncommittal and said nothing, preferring instead to poke the bubble around her head. It rippled and wobbled, and sparkled slightly where her finger touched it; she grinned and poked it again, watching the magic undulate. Clara pulled a face.
"You should probably keep that to a minimum. The spell can be broken physically, so it's probably best not to push it, alright?"
After a minute or two of calculation and muttering, Clara came up with a spell that she thought would probably protect her and Aph from whatever noxious fumes that murky bog might hold. A few quick gestures and nonsense syllables, and the nymph's and the nun's heads were surrounded by large, faintly-golden bubbles. They slightly distorted vision and tinted everything yellow, but not so much that it was a problem; it was worth it to have a constant supply of air that didn't smell like a combination of corpse and rafflesia.
"There we go, dear. I guess we can go into that muck now, if we want. To listen to that man talk, we'll have to eventually." The sister's voice echoed slightly as she talked, and she grinned at her own distorted words.
Aph looked noncommittal and said nothing, preferring instead to poke the bubble around her head. It rippled and wobbled, and sparkled slightly where her finger touched it; she grinned and poked it again, watching the magic undulate. Clara pulled a face.
"You should probably keep that to a minimum. The spell can be broken physically, so it's probably best not to push it, alright?"