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Post by Kezaa (retired) on Oct 5, 2005 4:09:12 GMT
(OOC) Heh, good ta see you again. I just wish you didn't merely pop up on account of little old me.
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Post by Graf on Oct 5, 2005 5:52:12 GMT
(OOC) I agree. The more, the merrier. ;D
(BIC) Sh*tstain? Upon the other's voice, his less than dignified addressal, presumably intended for yours truly, averted Graf's attention from the sweet sound of puncturing flesh, seemingly reflecting the sound from the resonance of the water's vibration. Graf had detected the other's presence, but a moment too late. What really gained ingenuity points from the dark clad blonde was his sneaky choice of a vantage point. Every bit as impressive as the caliber of the youth's arm.
Altered weight distribution? Two can play at that game.....
Just as the ringing of that deafening shot shattered the hearing of all the animals in that immediate proximity, Graf sprang into action. He flinched, just as the fated squeezing of the boy's leather gloves squeezed against that itchy trigger, and a deep red groove etched itself against Graf's right cheek. The trail of water that followed that beserk bullet acted as a gravity well, sweeping several leaves and other forms of debris in its wake. A most impish smile spread across the young man's lips, as he could have sworn he read a word shaped from all those natural particles.
Opportunity.
Not entirely unlike the blonde boy's former opportunity, which he unfortunately squandered with announcing his attack, and missing to boot. Wretching the dense blade from Hikalyn's stomach, Graf's bangs blew further down his face, tickling at his nose as he ran low to the surface of the water, tip-toing stealthily across the trail of leaves that paved the path to the boy, no doubt regaining his bearings from such a devistating shot. His blade was lowered, treading against the surface with the illusion that the blade was larger than it appeared.
And within those few slim moments, Graf bounded towards the boy, sword angled for a perfect slice. He sincerely doubted that such an imposing gun would have been easy on the boy's lankey shoulder. Who was to be the quicker draw? Graf swung his sword, with all the momentum his upper body would allow, sending sparks flying as it roughly crashed against the reinforced barrel of Gavin's gun.
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Post by Hikalyn Sarello on Oct 5, 2005 9:35:39 GMT
OOC: The violence starts, and Gavin pops in. ...Hi. XDD IC: Hikalyn saw Kezaa's head break the surface a few feet away, but she didn't have any time to turn her attention to her sputtering counterpart. Instead, her eyes narrowed with speculation on the dark-haired stranger who had just addressed her by her title. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask how he knew her--she had no recollection of him, and somehow, she figured she would have remembered coming across this particular character before. Not, she noted silently, that it really mattered. Especially since the stranger was already moving, and that with far more speed than she would have credited him for, especially considering the way he had to manuever around the bonds that coiled stubbornly about his arms. She saw him hoist Kezaa into the air with alarming ease, and then she was blinking in astonishment as he grasped something--a sword hilt?--and pulled it out of no visible sheath, at least other than the Head Boy's body. The ensuing spray of blood nearly blinded her. Nearly, but even nearly was too much in some instances. Like this one. Even if she'd had a perfect view of the blade lancing in for her abdomen, neck-deep in water she would never have been able to move out of the way in time. Hot, sudden pain, in sharp contrast to the waters all around. It managed to wrench a bloody gasp from the woman, and her body stiffened with shock in the instant before instinct took over, instinct that demanded she make herself as small as possible, curl up to nurse the hurt. Bad idea. Now she was underwater, choking water and blood instead of air. Between that lack and the pain, she could hardly think straight. Her Nature magic flared with a violence to match the situation, magic that could heal even a wound like this one, but not while the blade was still sticking in her gut. She knew she should be pulling herself off of it, but she was suddenly much more occupied with the apparently not-so-simple task of trying to get a decent lungful of air. Something echoed weirdly out over the lake's surface. Gunfire, she realized dimly. She felt oddly detached. She might well have been watching from the outside instead of a part of the scene. Another shot. A sudden, sickening sliding feeling as the stranger brought the bloody sword to bear, another gout of warm blood flooding cold water. Magic took over. Had she been high and dry, so to speak, as opposed to half-submerged in lake water, the others would have seen the ethereal evanesence, so bright green it was almost white, swirl around the hands grasping at her torn middle, staunch the bleeding and knit together torn skin. Coughing and spluttering, she was still recovered enough to recognize the blond-haired boy who had come across this same rather violence-disposed pair in Hogsmeade, she had never caught his name. She didn't waste time wondering just how the hell he'd come to be out here. She could see the sword arcing in at an angle that could probably have ended up trimming a few inches off the barrel of that shotgun and was moving even as the stranger was moving, against the water and another fluid, something oily slick. Blood, probably a good deal of it her own. There was a resounding clang as metal beat against metal, but before either the fair-haired boy or dark-haired man had a chance to move out of the position their weapons had locked them in, a woman's hands closed a surprisingly strong grip around the man's ankle. That was all. No incredible feats of sorcery, no violent concussion of magic. She simply latched on and pulled, and their dark-haired antagonist tumbled into the water like a weed might fall to a scythe. Remembering the fact that the first blood shed hadn't been hers, the Auror was moving even as the man toppled, hard amethyst eyes searching out Kezaa. When her gaze fixed on him, both face and voice were perfectly dispassionate. "Are you all right?" she asked coolly, and it wasn't so much the concern of a friend or even an acquaintance as the measured practility of a woman who made career out of dealing with situations like this one. Although admittedly this particular scenario was a little on the bizarre side. "Because if you are, I suggest we make a move for the shoreline. Now."
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Post by Gavin on Oct 6, 2005 3:08:50 GMT
Clang!
Steel clashed against steel as Graf attempted to carve Gavin's pistol in half like some malformed banana. As the blade rose, so did the gun as Gavin attempted to lessen the impact while simultaneously readying himself for a counterattack.
And counterattack he did, as he withdrew a second, smaller gun. This one was smaller than the first, but no less... symbolic. It was crafted of glittering white metal, and it was embossed with a large obsidian black cross that ran up either side of the barrel, the crosspiece resting right over the trigger.
He was about to press the gun into Graf's side when the assailant abruptly disappeared, yanked beneath the surface. Without wasting a breath, he yanked his main weapon downwards, then paused mid-motion. The blade had deeply notched the barrel, causing it to bend slightly. To continue to use it would be unsafe, and foolish. He slipped the weapon beneath his sweatshirt and took the gleaming white pistol in his right hand, aiming down through the water, waiting for Graf to surface.
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Post by Kezaa (retired) on Oct 6, 2005 4:47:24 GMT
Upon this brilliant canvase shaped by the eons of time, a crimson splotch grew sluggishly upon the top of the lake. It spread, dispensing its malignant fluids in the creatures within, whom breathed it into their gills. Already the blood jetting from the blonde's body had reached the shore, and therin the villan was also suddenly sumberged.
Kezaa's body grew light, and began to feel hollow. The blonde's hair was matted down heavily with the pool he was emersed in, and his bodily fluids flowed all around him. His cheek also carried several deep red flecks, close to the size of pennies. His face was the only thing that still stayed untouched as the rest of his body was being taken in, swallowed by this red sea.
His single visible eyelid burst open though, no longer equating the sapphire iris that reflected the former blue of the surrounding lake endlessly. His eye was stark red, reflective of his now war-marred body. Something left his body, much more than the sword that magically materialized in his sternum.
Kez was starting to lose himself.
The blonde's hand floated from the recesses, touching against one of the bloody tears upon his cheek and unintentionally allowed it to smudge. His consciousness returned upon hearing the echoing, somewhat muffled voice of the equally put out Head Girl. His hair fell in his face, almost obstructing that one iris, his pupil sharpened to a point as it cut directly through Hikalyn's gaze. No longer did that eye hold the gentle piety that he gave full heartedly to this strange but kindred woman. No longer did they hold any reservations for the regaurd of human decency. At least, not for the one who wounded Kez.
Clenching his fist, the other arose from the water with a wand, one he had not used in ages. It glowed with a green, lofty light, almost voluntarily. Though Kez was somewhat able to perform some spells without it, the wand still lended a vast sense of ease for any elemental spell he wished to cast within his range of expertise.
Crossing his arms, he then flung them out in each direction, splitting the waters with a massive rift. Because he held virtually no dominance over the water elemental, a powerful wind squeezed between before the water would come crashing back down. Wherever that rat was, Kez was going to find him, and flush him. Even at the expense of losing control of this spell, Kez cared little. It would eventually dissipate itself.
Falling down into the minature storm's eye, Kez and Hikalyn gazed upon Graf a ways ahead of them, still partially submerged in the wall of water. Despite the power of this spell, they would not have time to tarry.
Breaking into a mad sprint, Kezaa's clothes fluttered violently, his shirt tearing open with the passing of flying debris as he charged the darkhaired one. Several more metalic clangs insued as Kezaa tore out his segmented axe, bonding each segment in one motion. Giving it several twirls, Kez held it over his head executioner's style as he charged forth, intending to bring an end to this murderous dastard within his alloted time. With Graf trapped in that wall of water, there was much doubt to him evading a headlong attack such as this.
One more step.....
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Post by Graf on Oct 7, 2005 4:40:34 GMT
And some threats were closer than they appeared.
Floating inside that pulsating wall of water, Graf stood straight up with his eyes closed, as if suspended in animation. He had admittedly not forseen that sneaky move from that ever resourceful girl, but who would have? Its just as they say, you should never stay still when on the water.
This just wasn't Graf's night; escaping one blonde only to find himself being confronted by an even angrier one. Even in the hazey image the water projected of the head boy, Graf found himself somewhat daunted as the distant figure suddenly grew to an alarming sight before Graf's vision. Apparently Kez saw how urgent it was to see Graf dispatched.
Good. This meant Kez would be that much easier to manipulate.
Bursting out of the water reflexively, Graf darted in just in front of the axe's path as it tore into the water. His sword still in hand, Graf drew it out horizontally, sliding against the middle of the axe's handle. Graf strode out behind Kez, shooting him an arrogant smirk.
"Kezzy, Kezzy, you know you'll never beat me with such a clumbsy wea-" and in that moment, Kezaa's wind spell gave out, no doubt broken by Kez's lack of concentration. And thus the two were assaulted by the flood.
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Post by Hikalyn Sarello on Oct 11, 2005 7:29:21 GMT
Despite the fact that Kezaa was, apparently, not too badly hurt, she wasn't particularly reassured when he looked up to meet her stare. She was a bit too familiar with that sort of look. She had her response in a wave of wind and water before she could ever open her mouth to demand what he'd intended, one that was perhaps more of an answer than she'd wanted. Ah well, such was the way with the world--and there was no more time for any but the most fragmented of conscious thoughts as she found herself swept along in the torrent.
She had time for one realization, though, one that visceral as much as conscious, and that was just how tenuous Kezaa's control was over the magic he'd summoned. That brought an involuntary snarl to her face, an expression that nearly matched the water spraying around her. What the hell was he playing at, was he trying to get himself killed? And she wondered suddenly, coldly, if maybe he was.
The watery rage receded in a sudden hurry, dumping Hikalyn--now very thoroughly soaked--unceremoniously on the sand. Well, at least it took you in the right directoin, the thought flickered briefly, unbidden, across her mind. She supressed the urge to laugh at that, knowing that if she did she would never stop. She rose to her feet, still calm for all that the movement was sharp and urgent. The water running down her face in rivulets, soaking her clothes so that they clung to her like a second skin, might well not have been there.
Her eyes fixed on the wall of water, fast receding into a barrier of upset sand where the dark-haired man had been immersed only moments before. No sign of him now. Of course. That would just make things too easy, wouldn't it?
OOC: Sorry. Again. -.-
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Post by Kezaa (retired) on Oct 12, 2005 5:44:36 GMT
(Enough with the appologies you, you......Ninny-Hammer!)
Once again, enveloped in the stoney cold of the abyss.
The flood crushed the air out of him, causing the Head Boy to black out within seconds. His body swirled in the churning waters as they settled yet again, rocking his slim but solid body like that of a rag doll. By the time the liquid's movements halted, the blonde also floated, motionless. Perhaps the only thing that still marked his motion through the cool, bubbling sea was the dark trail of maroon, floating like an ethreal scarf. Kez's eyes squinched open, peering at the draining mass seeping from his still-fresh spiritual wound.
And floating out with the pain, in flowed more pain through crimson-splattered memories. The mellow cold paralyzed him, inside and out. Kez thrashed as his last air bubbles escaped his mouth before he vainly cupped his hands to his lips.
Kez pushed the memories out though, waving at them wildly as he desperately pedaled through the water. If he were to let them flood his mind, the same as his lungs were filling with water, then he may as well let himself drown. He had spent most of his time alive trying to forget the memories of his past life. And damn him if he were to die in the embrace of those gristly and melancholy images.
Kezaa's head, at long last, burst through the surface, gulping in choked gasps of air. His contrastingly red eyes then fell upon the Head Girl, wet and highly put out, from her blank expression.
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Post by Hikalyn Sarello on Oct 12, 2005 6:30:55 GMT
OOC: 'Tis never enough. The sudden, heavy silence was broken abruptly by a splash, followed by the sounds of fervent sputtering as the Head Boy once again dragged himself above the waterline. Deja vu much? At least he hadn't drowned. She'd been half afraid he had, either that or been dragged off to whatever location their indigo-haired friend had escaped to. Her face didn't show any trace of her relief, though, nor any other emotion; only the detachment that was so necessary in a job like hers. She didn't bother asking him if he was all right this time, figuring that whatever answer he gave her would probably be deserved. The pair of them had both seen better days, she was sure. Although, she reflected wryly, she'd surely seen worse. She gave him a few moments to catch his breath, but didn't waste any time other than that, saying brusquely, "I don't suppose you've any idea where the other one went? I have to admit, from what I've seen of our friend there, I'm not particularly enamored of the idea of just letting him run rampant..."
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Post by Kezaa (retired) on Oct 12, 2005 7:36:17 GMT
Kez's height grew with each shakey, weighed down step as he treaded towards the shore, his hand clutching his wound tightly in pain. Closer to the shore he went, the grimace upon his deeply furrowed brow as desperate as that of a wounded animal. Kez looked terrible. Observing the Head Girl, she hardly seemed concerned with his appearance, but he rightfully could not blame Hikalyn. The girl was deep in contemplation, no doubt trying to absorb the validity of everything that just transpired.
As soon as the blonde's ankles were only partially submerged, he allowed himself to relax. And in that moment he fell, face first into the gravel and stones on the shore. He cringed and heaved, trying to rid his system of the water that still floated about in his lungs.
"I'm sorry I.....brought you into this. It has nothing to do with you." his voice was hoarse and strained, and broken with a few caughs between some of his words.
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Post by Hikalyn Sarello on Oct 12, 2005 8:37:47 GMT
Her expression stayed impassive, but her eyes narrowed slightly on her counterpart as he pulled himself with what looked to be a great deal of effort from the water. She hadn't been able to tell whether not he'd been wounded when he'd been in the water, but now he truly did look a wreck. She moved automatically, if a little belatedly, to offer her support when he stumbled, and then matched his descent by going smoothly to her knees beside him. Dropping the dispassionate mask of the Auror, she spoke to him simply as Hikalyn. "It is my job," she pointed out wryly, "to get tangled up in all sorts of affairs like this one that 'don't concern me'." More gently, this time without a trace of levity, she added, "Just a case of wrong place, wrong time. It was hardly your fault."
She lapsed into silence for a moment, a faint frown creasing her features, and finally allowed a touch of concern to make its way onto her face. "Are you alright? If you're hurt, chances are I can heal it for you."
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Post by Kezaa (retired) on Oct 13, 2005 5:28:14 GMT
Unable to lift his head from the gravel, it shifted underneath his scraped up cheek as he tilted over to meet Hikalyn's gaze. Every part of him hurt that moment, almost moreso than his favoring injury between his shoulder and chest. A small puddle filled out beneath him, reaching out to Hikalyn's knees. His clothes, they were simply....ruined. It was, incidentally, all the more reason to take away from his qualifications as Head Boy.
Hikalyn's voice sounded much more concerned, and it brought some measure of ease. Kez was confident she could easily race off and head Graf off where he stood with that kind of conviction, but Kez probably wouldn't have done so well with those injuries. Softly nodding in a weak obliging gesture, he adhered to Hikalyn's offer.
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Post by Hikalyn Sarello on Oct 13, 2005 6:37:13 GMT
Her concern growing, though she took care to keep it from her face, the woman responded only with a nod. She reached out to gently touch one hand to the wound, seeming not to care or even notice the red streaks that came off on her fingers. Again came that luminescent flash as her magic went to work, smoothing away jagged edges of broken flesh and stretching it out over a framework of bone to make it whole again. The only evidence of the wound was a thin, angry-looking scar, and even that vanished as she pulled her hand away.
With an effort--it was an effort still, despite her years of working with it--she forced the Nature magic to vanish as well. She could call it back in a heartbeat if she needed to, but to all appearances, the immediate danger was gone. Even when she wasn't using it directly, just holding the magic taxed her strength, and instinct and experience dictated that it was better not to do so without cause.
Somewhere along the line, she had stated shivering. Only slightly, but becoming conscious of the action also prompted her to notice just how bloody cold it was. It was mid-October after all, and she had come out here in nothing warmer than a T-shirt. Now, with the fabric torn along the navel where that sword had gone in, and her clothes and hair both streaming with icy lakewater, it was a flimsy shield indeed from the elements. She willed away the discomfort, though, and after the slight pause in which she collected herself and stopped the shivering, she extended her hand to Kezaa. "Can you stand?"
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Post by Kezaa (retired) on Oct 18, 2005 20:52:31 GMT
Kezaa's eyes fluttered wide open, tightly clenched with pain only moments before. His legs curled up, then shot outwards, springing the Head Boy to his feet along with his outstretched arms. He felt great! Moments before the blonde felt like he was crushed by that merciless flood, a blunder which he now felt ashamed to put himself into so frivolously. This earth magic was such a wonder though, he felt inclined to study the art himself once this mess was cleared up.
"I'm fine, Hikalyn. You have my thanks." he said with broken syallbles as he leaned his head to the side, gently tapping out all the water that still flooded the insides of his ears.
"How is your wound?"
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Post by Hikalyn Sarello on Oct 19, 2005 8:20:58 GMT
Other than a faint upwards curve of her lips, Kalyn kept her relief to herself. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, though, at just how well the magic had apparently done its work. Pity it never seemed that effective when she used it for herself. If it did, she reflected dryly, she'd probably never have to drink a cup of coffee again. Ah well, such was the way of the world, she supposed.
"What's that?" She blinked at the inquiry, gazing at him for a moment in honest bewilderment. Then her hands found the tear along the fabric of her T-shirt, where by rights there should have been a tear in her skin to match, and she remembered. "Oh. No, it's fine, thanks," she assured him with a shrug of her shoulders, waving away the thought of a sword in the middle with the same air of concern another might use when swatting at a particularly annoying mosquito. Damn it, when had it gotten so cold out here? It had been nowhere near this chill when she'd first come out. But then, she hadn't been sopping wet when she'd first come out, either.
She paused a moment, her expression thoughtful, and allowed her words to catch up with the path that her thoughts had already been travelling down. "What next?" With any luck--not that she had ever been a firm believer in the concept--Kezaa would have some ideas about what exactly had just happened presumably what it might lead to. All conjecture aside, however, the next move was very clearly not theirs to make--a fact which chafed no matter which way she looked at it.
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