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Post by Jasper "Anders" Pickett on Oct 25, 2015 23:50:11 GMT
Carefully weaving his way in and out of various alleys throughout the nearest block, Jasper had made his way back to his guildleader's side. Thankfully, many of the officers he'd seen were already occupied with their misdeeds to notice the blue-haired assassin.
"Sorry, I didn't want to make us both look suspicious." He explained with something of a shrug. Given the large separation between the pair's social classes, the EIRAL would only see it in one of two ways: either Jasper was some kind of criminal trying to take advantage of his wealthier countryman or they were both anarchists or co-conspirators scheming to do something terrible. "Where did the masked woman go?" He asked before mentally tossing the inquire aside. "More importantly, what's the plan?" He looked to the redhead, waiting for a response.
"You know what they say: Ignorance is bliss, and while I might not be as ignorant as I seem, I intend to live in bliss for as long as I can." -Jasper, All in the Family Note: I enjoy quoting myself
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Nov 9, 2015 4:26:18 GMT
"To the opposite side of the area." She replied simply to Jasper about where Vieka had gone. He might not have wanted to look suspicious, but that's exactly what he did, so it was better for them to start moving as well. Lifting the hood in her overcoat to cover her not-exactly-subtle red hair before leaving her spot in the shadows of the building, Edelweiss moved straight up to and past the next one, then the next, just once glancing behind to make sure Jasper was still following and keeping her voice low and casual. "She'll give a sign once she gets there. And we are in charge of creating a not-so-little distraction over here. There are a couple snipers from EIRAL on the roof, check along me so we can find them."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Left, left, right, back onto main street. It's flooded with blue coats, so double back into the alley. Another right, another left. it's like a rat maze back here, and if the winged ander had a destination in mind she had little doubt she would never reach it. If she had to wager a guess, only the locals and the homeless could probably navigate this mess, but it would certainly be easy to loose a face in the many twisting roads and hidey holes scattered around. In the back of her mind, Vieka makes a note to try and map out the area at a later date. knowing your way around these types of places was an invaluable skill in these times.
Another quick glance at the main road and another good 20 minutes of prowling through the grime coated alleys, it looked like she was finally reaching the border to the hovel, and the military personal were thinned to a wavering few who were waiting for back up to stop anyone from fleeing into the other districts. Good, this would be perfect then. Trudging out from the alley way, feet and the bottom of her trousers coated in some grime she'd rather not know the name of, the unmasked doctor took a quick moment to look around. There were less housing units around here, or, less badly put together shacks, more clear ground and carts. It was still in dissaray however, carts and homes ransacked although to a slightly lesser degree where the main forces of the EIRaL had yet to arrive. She was about to take inventory of the amount of blue coat dogs sniffing around when a harsh, high pitched scream caught her attention.
"DESSY NO!! LET ME GO! DESSY!"
"Shut up brat or you'll end up just like her!"
Snapping her attention off to the side, it only took moments to understand the situation. One of the self proclaimed elite held a little boy, probably no older than nine or ten, by the scruff of his worn rags again one of the ram-shack homes, tears leaking from the tiny child's eyes and making streaks on his dirty face while he thrashed around, trying to reach the body of an older child at their feet. Trailing her eyes down, the dark brunette took in the matching black locks and similar clothes, the similar shade of skin and matching elongated claws. Siblings, if she had to guess, sibling feline anderswetler. Further on from the trio, closer to her was another figure laying limpy on the ground. A much older woman who shared similar features but lacked the tell tale claws that marked them as not human. She was coated in what was probably her own blood, a sword sticking out of her gut like a twisted version of a graveyard marker.
"GET AWAY FROM HER!!"
"I SAID SHUT UP!"
Without much thought on her end, Vieka made silent strides over to the racket, her hand grasping the sword sticking out of the unknown woman and yanking it out without pause in her step. The sword wasn't what she was used it, it was heavier, broader, nothing like the rapier she practised with but would work fine all the same for what she had in mind. She watched at the scene of the soldier kicking over the dead girl on the floor became closer, the wailing of the younger boy became louder, but it all seemed like a fuzzy kind of background music to her at this point. Once closer enough, she reached out with her free hand and tugged lightly on the blue coats shoulder, pulling him to an angle. "Hey,"
Glaring, the soldier turned to face her, his grip still tight on the boy in his hand, "What the hell do you-Guhh!?"
And without a thought, without pause, Vieka rammed the sword in her hand right through the right side of the man's stomach. She didn't stop there though, oh no. The doctor continued to shove the heavy set blade further and further through his flesh, pushing it through the layers of thin leather protecting both his front and his back until the hilt of the blade was flush against his body, and yet still she kept shoving, her other hand now pressed to the hilt of the handle as she took heavy steps forward and forced the soldier to stagger back until the back of the blade had pierced the soft wood of the shack behind him, pinning him in place against the wall. At some point during the attack he'd let go of the boy, his screams of agony ringing in her ears as his bloodied hands gripped at the sword while it sunk deeper and deeper into his flesh. Once he was successfully pinned and a whimpering mess, Vieka pulled away, glancing around for the child only to see him a sobbing mess keeled by his fallen sibling.
"Kid, listening to me." She couldn't afford to be gentle right now, she didn't have the time. Crouching down next to the child, she ignored the screaming insults and swears of the blue coat in favour of shutting the dead girls eyes. "You need to run. Tell anyone in the local area that their chance to escape is coming, and they need to take advantage of it while they can. you... can't let their deaths mean nothing, okay?" She glanced at the boy, but he was staring down at his sister. She was about to repeat herself when he finally nodded, weakly standing up. Taking a moment, she quickly palmed over the dead corpse before finding a rusted broach on her. Righting herself next to him, she gave the newly orphaned boy a quick pat on the head and handed him the broach. "Go, and forget you ever saw my face." She ordered, watching him take one linger glance at his fallen sibling before darting off, the rusted broach in palm.
Sighing, Vieka turned her cold gaze to the dying soldier still pinned against the wall. "Now for you..." She murmured, a sort of dark tinted smile curling her features as the man continued to swear up a storm at her.
"cleaver, you frakking cleaver! All for some measly little ander scum welp! You'll pay for this, EIRaL will hunt your dollymop arse down like a dog!" He snarled, spit flying everywhere while his shredded hands continued to try and dislodge the sword wedged in his abdomen.
Stepping several paces back but keeping her eyes locked on his prone form, a familiar burning sensation began to sweep over each of the winged anders nerves. Magic bubbled up from within her, welling up and filling her from the very tips of her toes all the way up to her hazel eyes. She let it. The feeling of the strained control she'd kept for so long, she freely let it go as more and more boiling magic filled her being, resting at a focal point between her shoulder blades. "i might have believed you but EIRaL don't even know my face, and they never will if i have anything to say about it. Still, if you want a reason to hate anders so much, if you want someone worth hunting down instead of children you can strip of their family...."
Without warning, Grand firey wings exploded from the half breeds back in a shower of phantom sparks, flaring brightly in dancing colours of magic tinted flame. They twisted and arked upwards, making the woman appear as threatening as she truly was in that moment, highlighting her features in shadows.
"I will be that someone, although sadly you will not live long enough to warn your friends."
With that said, she watched the fear light in the man's eyes as he understood his inescapable fate, before he was promptly swallowed by flames. In fact, everything was swallowed in flame. The level V spell erupted from her hands, true fire that at it's creation twisted a violet shade from her magic engulfing all in it's path in a thunderous line, eating the male pinned to the house and the house itself. It then shot forward, piercing through the house right behind it, and the one behind that as well. By the time the spell was finished casting it needed no more length to continue to spread; the embers ate the rotted wood of the hovels cheaply made homes like tinder and soon turned from violet to natural orange, the flames becoming self sufficient as the magic ran out but the embers continued to feed. It very quickly held a threatening promise of spreading throughout the hovel if not dealt with, or even worse, travelling to a different district if it was ignored. If the soldier screamed as he was burned alive, it was drowned out by the sound of roaring flames.
Vieka stared at the destruction with a numb sort of blankness, her minds eye simply thinking back to the dull glazed expression of the girls eyes while the boy cried over her body. With a quick cast of pyromancy II, she walked into the burning flames, using them as a cover for her own flaming appendages before launching herself up into the sky, her assent covered mostly by flames and smoke. She needed to get out of the vicinity fast, and preferably, she needed a long drink. It wasn't until she was half way home and hidden in the clouds that a thought occurred to her.
Back there, she'd only meant to have cast a rank IV spell.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
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