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Aria soon was halted by her new, purple haired companion, told not to worry about the Guards/Flan, before he summoned a beast of his own that coated them each in a reflective surface "Now that's a trick I could have used to fight Chaos..." she thought as an electric blast caught her off guard, but bounced back to the caster, frying the gelatinous creature.
The crowd had sped away, thankfully her spell reached all of them, as she never used it on such large crowds.... But the figure of the director was coated in a familiar purple aura, one she remembered all too well "Chaos..." She stated, loud enough for her party to hear, before the aura was sucked into the giant metal beast, and the body lay motionless on the floor.
"If only my brother was here, he could see to the wounds we are about to get..." She mutters, straining her eye on the metal beast which was wielding it's sword like a club...
"Douken, aim for it's legs, if we manage to sweep it's feet out from under it, we may manage to get a few easy hits, Faris, do you have anything that could power up my magic? I believe this magic devouring creature is going to get a stomach ache!" She shouted off a plan, remembering how she often managed to plan her party out of most fights they came across...
She soon sent a gout of flame, trying to heat the metal of it's right foot, where Douken might have an easier time taking it down...
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Post by Faris Scherwiz on Feb 6, 2017 22:40:55 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@douken , @ariacanus
I've got a song in my heart, and it's telling the giant to die.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Something changed about the giant, but Faris couldn't really tell what it was. Something about the color of it, maybe. Probably some kind of buff from the looks of it. He couldn't hear what it was saying either, in that odd, rusty tone that it had. But to be honest, Faris didn't really care. Not when his temples pounded like a hangover.
Now what Faris did care about was the next word out of the mage's mouth: "Chaos."
"What?"Faris snapped to attention, all thoughts of his headache gone. "You know Chaos?" But they didn't have time to discuss it. The woman didn't even get the chance to answer his question before she was already taking point. Even as a mage, she had a fire in her that Faris couldn't help but admire. It was worth listening to at any rate, and if she wanted something done, he wasn't about to argue over the details.
"Douken, aim for it's legs, if we manage to sweep it's feet out from under it, we may manage to get a few easy hits!" She pointed towards the great beast, magic already sparking at her fingers. "Faris, do you have anything that could power up my magic? I believe this magic devouring creature is going to get a stomach ache!"
Faris blinked at her. "Anything that could...?" He cursed himself for using the last of his magic on the guards. If the woman needed aid, he wasn't about to do it with a spear. He rubbed at his temples, trying for the life of him to muster the magic she needed, but it did about as much good as paling out a sinking ship. He wouldn't be casting any spells for a while to come. "And how, by the devil, am I supposed to do that?"
She was already too busy with a great lash of fire to answer him. It launched towards the giant's leg like a spear, recoiling on contact and leaving the metal a sharp and glowering orange. Faris winced at the heat. 'Think. They need you now, think! What could boost her skills without magic?'
The thought came to him like something out of a schoolyard nightmare. There were only a few ways to strengthen a mage's skill. There were spells, summons, and items, but all of those were off the table considering his condition. No, if he wanted to fulfill her request, Faris had only one option.
He would have to sing.
"Oh damn it all!" Faris shoved an irritably hand through his hair, teeth gritted in disgust. 'It could still be worse,' he tried to tell himself. 'At least you're not dancing.'
"Aye! Cover me, Douken!" Faris took a few steps forward, close enough to keep the mage in range, but far enough that two skilled fighters stood between him and the giant's sword. He took a steadying breath and called on the crystal once more. The fire crystal, this time. The one that had chosen him for whatever reasons. He cursed it.
"Come on," he muttered as the light flashed over him again. This time, his summoner's robes shortened and the horn shrank back to his usual bandanna. All in all, it wasn't so different from his casual tunic except that this one was a drab and unremarkable green. In his hand materialized his least favorite of the sacred weapons: Apollo's Harp.
He took it in his hands, stared at it in horror, then closed his eyes and let the crystal guide his fingers.
Music pricked from the strings like raindrops. It was a somber, lilting tune that calmed the mind and strengthened the spirit. Before he knew what he was doing, Faris had raised his voice to join it. The words came to him as though he'd known them long ago in memories lost to him in the raging sea. Mana's Paean. A song of ancient times to invigorate an aspiring mage and strengthen their magic threefold.
And so, as Faris faced down a two-story giant with nothing but a harp and a song, he entrusted that his allies would finish the job that the mage had started. And that, by the gods, they'd appreciate the sacrifices he made for them.
“Oh, uh, got it!” Douken shouted to Aria before slapping himself back to his senses via sandwiching his hands to his face. This is no time to think about your failures, he told himself before doing it again. Right now, the only form of failure is death. Now worry about that problem later and tackle what is ahead of you now! With his eyes sharp and fists clenched, the monk pushed himself forward at the giant before them, focusing his aura just like before to make his blows punch through and hit whatever was inside.
This of course meant his striking speed was slowed down, but the Haste magic was certainly an aid, allowing his blows to flow through as if his normal striking speed against an unarmored foe. Still, it was odd feeling. It felt like there was nothing in there, but there was also something helping it keep form and moving. Not gelatinous like the flans, but… it was a hard feeling to describe. Maybe it was the fact that it launched no form of dream-memory that he was unsure about what he was striking. Still, it did not stop the giant from trying to continue to push forward. If only I can hit the knees… he cursed at himself, looking up as he hopped back from the moving giant.
With Faris now calling for the monk’s aid, he turned around to get between their ever-changing ally and the blood-thirsty being. This time, though, it was to help aid Aria as his next job class gave him a harp… to fight with… And here I thought calling forth a monster of his own was odd, he joked to himself, as if to try and push off the idea of getting weirded out by everything else those outside his world can do… Then again, this all got started because he was drinking because of all of these different styles people had, while the monk had the one think he was proficient at (which now he felt was even more debatable).
Still, not all was to a loss. Faris’ new form allowed him to sing in a way that accelerated the monk’s train of thought. Maybe this was how mages fought, seeing as he always thought of magic as a more mental power versus his physical prowess. However, the singing also seemed to have taken the attention to everyone else, with more bolts of lightning getting bounced off of Faris as the Proto Giant worked his way towards the now-bard. “STOP THAT NOISE,” the possessed giant shouted as he worked on dropping the sword’s flat on the party. Oh, if only he had a shield…. And knew how to use one…
Punch it. echoed in his mind… Was that even his thought? For one, what good would punching it do? What else can you do? True… but how would a punch stop a sword that massive? How do you punch past armor? Master taught him, obviously. Then apply that, with a small tweak. Don’t punch past it. Punch through it. Now how was he supposed to do that? … Thanks for the answer.
Still, as the sword slowly pushed towards the pair, the monk’s mind could not help but try to figure it out until it came up with his only answer: with a powerful shout, he punched it. He punched it while trying to tighten his aura to as tight as he could. He never tried it before, but the situation called for something gutsy. He had to thank the two for their help, as the haste and song helped him think of this up, but damn was it still insane!
However, when the two weapons collided with each other, not only did the monk’s fist stop the blade from doing further down, but a strange ripple quickly flowed down from the monk. His arm felt the weight of the blade, and the pressure from it certainly taking a toll from the single swing, but the monk simply had to push through with pure adrenaline to keep it from affecting himself.
The blade raised again, giving the monk more time to tighten his aura more before another clash, with the only differing result was the ripple, being a bit thicker than before, holding a deep brown-like color, like the earth below them. Another swing, and this time, the ripple had a bit more of a form, reflecting a man, not like the monk before them, but similar. Was it a reflection of him as a Master, or someone else?
“HURRY UP AND DIE!” the giant claimed as he went for one final swing downwards from as high as he could. This time, though the monk had tightened it as far as he could feel. In one final swing, the monk met with a strong counter upwards, not only stopping the blade, but pushing it up and out of the way, leaving a solid crack in the massive sword itself. However, it was at a cost: All the clashed turned his knuckles into a bloody mess as the leather had been too tattered to protect his hand, but quickly after the blow was shot up, he lost his grip of a fist, wrist quickly slumping down and the fingers dangling aimlessly before his entire arm dropped into a slump.
However, now was not the time to worry about that. “ARIA, MAKE IT AS BIG AS POSSIBLE!” he called out, wanting to make sure she got a good shot with this opening.
The now soothing, yet somber tones of Faris's singing voice and musical expertise awakened a... voice, a vision of some kind, and whilst Douken's fist met the giants blade, time seemed to freeze.
It was... Her home! Her house back in Pravoka! The house seamed... dark, empty, and scarred up in a singular tower... "W-Why do I keep burning the tapestries mother? This Black Magic seems more of a curse than a blessing." The sound of an younger girl... a younger Aria, echoed as her adult form walked through these halls, unable to see anything but fog and semi-familiar surroundings.
Suddenly a figure appeared, a woman with naturally white-as snow hair, and kind, dark eyes..."Mother!" Aria gasped, but as she held out her hand to touch her, she vanished into the smoke behind her... Then, a fraction of the smoke clears, showing a young Aria, with burns and a bandage across her left eye, and section of her head... Aria remembered the pain, the feeling of fire, and stones falling woke her up that night... "It's just because you haven't leaned to control it yet, my sweet Aria, you haven't tapped into your potential, and it's trying to get free..."
The vision shifts to an older man with a finely groomed black goatee, and had a small book in his lap "Ahhh.. You must be Aria, come here." and the young Aria, now with no bandage across her head, walked up to the man."I hear your having trouble controlling your magic." but, he looks up at Aria, not her younger self "Wh-What do you mean? I have control over my magic, ever since you taught me."
"You silly girl, you forgot to put your feelings, your desires into your study, and your spell casting!He stands up and puts his slightly blurry hand on her shoulder, before showing her herself frozen in time, in combat "Put your everything into this next spell, and it'll be sure to fall after it connects."
All of the sudden, though time is moving slow, she is brought out of the vision to see Douken somehow punches the large blade, protecting them twice, before his hand is turned into a mess of broken bones.... Aria's chanting, now overpowered Faris's singing, an icy blue aura coats her right eye, yet her other eye turns yellow..."Foul beast made of metal, meet your maker!" She shouts, forcing all the emotions that she wielded in the last 30 minutes, only caused the spells to grow in power. A large, sharpened ICEBERG crashed onto the metal made giant, forcing it to where anyone would be able to attack it physically, but her left hand summoned a powerful lightning blast that rivaled in power one of Faris's summons! The lightning bolt cleansed the evil aura emanating from the giant, and literally heated the beast up to a glowing red... if the creature didn't have an iceberg pierced through it's back.... And Aria falls, barely able to pull herself back up "I've used up all my energy.. I can barely see straight... I've never felt like this, even after fighting Chaos."
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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Feb 21, 2017 7:21:31 GMT -6
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Faris is displeased
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
It was over in a crash of metal, a crack of ice, and a rush of blood.
It all happened almost too fast for Faris to see, at least when he had his hands full of harp strings and his tongue occupied with a song. Douken rushed forward to meet the blade. Faris almost called out to him, but it was too late. The man raised his arms in a fighting stance, squared off against the blade...
And punched it.
Faris would have liked to call out to him. He would have cursed in every language known to man. He would have called the monk a empty-headed idiot with the brains of a sagahin and the brass to boot, but he couldn't -- not with the song on his tongue. Instead, he could only watch in musical horror as the man's bone's snapped, his muscle burst in bloody seams, and the skin twisted. Then Faris noticed the rain of metal shards showering around him.
It had worked. Somehow, it had actually worked.
He was still an idiot though, albeit an idiot with one less arm. Faris looked desperately to Aria to make certain that she had the situation under control. Thankfully, he was not disappointed.
The mage crackled with energy. The light around her grew still and then pulsed with power. She gave a short battle cry before raising her staff and letting it all loose at once. Faris had never seen anything like it.
The air around the giant chilled and then it burst with the power of a small explosion contained by a the glacier that had formed around it. Faris' words lagged. His fingers slowed. Whatever the mage had done, it was like no magic he'd ever seen, and he'd seen a lot. Apparently his song hadn't been worthless after all. The giant froze, gave one final cry, and then burst into a thousand pieces of flying shrapnel. Faris let out a startled noise and moved to sidestep the debris. It rained down across his arms, shoulders, and one exposed cheek. He winced at the sharp cuts and touched at the blood, but it was no harm done really. The fight was done. The field was overtaken by silence.
Faris let out a long, low breath. Whatever had just happened, it was over.
The forest smelled of blood. Bodies were littered all around them, splattered in blue jelly and still sparking with magic. His eyes wandered from Aria -- who had fallen to her knees, barely able to keep herself upright -- to Douken. His arm was a mess. Bleeding, busted, and gory. Faris' eyes lit with fury. He hadn't given up his dignity just so the monk could get himself killed.
He was moving before he'd completed the thought. His mouth was a hard line of furious disapproval. It was a leader's look. A captain's look. It had brought a shudder to many a man tougher than Douken.
"What did you think you were doing out there? Throwing yourself in its path? Punching a sword? Have you got something to prove or is your head full of air? That mage had it handled and now you're left with nothing but a busted arm!" Faris let out a slew of curses at the sight of it. It was busted, alright, or more accurately mangled. If Faris had all the magic in the world, he might have set it straight, but of course he didn't. He'd wasted it all on a summon rather than imagine that the monk had the survival instincts of a beached whale. His eyebrows furrowed. "Well, come on then. You'll need to get to town if you want that mended. After a rest, I'll have a go at healing it myself, but it won't be pretty and it'll hurt." He crossed his arms decisively. "And you'll deserve it. Every second of it."
As the last man standing, Faris wandered over to examine the exhausted mage. As far as he could tell, she had no real injuries -- just magical fatigue. He let out a breath of relief. "And you. You saved our lives out there. I owe you a debt or at least an arm to lean on getting back to town. You need me, let me know. I'll come running faster than the winds of a typhoon." He offered the woman a hand to steady her and get her back on her feet.
Somehow, miraculously, it had all worked out in the end. Even if Faris couldn't say exactly what had just happened, and he wasn't going to try.
It seemed everyone was exhausted at the end of it all. After all, considering the hell they all went through, it was to be no real surprise. Faris and Aria had each drained themselves of their magical prowess to tackle the crazy horde while the monk accepted recklessness costed him an arm: easily a prized possession to unarmed fighters. It would place him out of commission for some time, but to monsters, that only meant an easier target. Hopefully, though, it should become mended pretty quickly with thanks to white magic, meaning all they had to do was get back to Provo in one piece.
As the monk went to reach inside his gi, Faris barged on over, once again giving him a bit of a death stare. First, it was his lack of control, and now this. “Well, what else was I supposed to do?!” the monk spat back suddenly. “Yes, Aria had it, but what about you? Would your song be ruined if you had to worry more about dodging or did you not ask me to cover you? Yes, call it reckless abandon, but what else was I supposed to do, suddenly transform into a warrior, shield in hand, ready to guard against that massive cleaver? Because there is no way I can do that! I do not have your luxury to become whatever kind of class that deems suitable for the situation. All I am is a monk: a man without a spark of magical prowess, pathetic with any kind of weapon aside from a stick, and who’s only redeeming ability is to punch! Nothing more!”
Having exhausted his words, the monk went back to reaching inside his gi, pulling out two more potion vials. Uncorking one with his teeth, he poured all of the contents down his arm, letting it sizzle to stop the excess bleeding. The other one he took down the hatch, to help aid in the muscles and bone he damaged through that as well as try and act like a pain killer when he could start to feel his arm again.
By the time we went through the two vials, it seemed whatever steam Faris and he had shifted to go and check up on Aria. “Now that was an impressive display of magic,” the monk told her, offering up his left arm as well, “though I don’t know why you would compare that to fighting Chaos. I mean, hasn’t he been dead for at least 2000 years or so? Or at least that’s that the remains of the old tale say…”
Aria was unable to think straight, but heard the both of them arguing... "Thank you... Both of you, I would have surly died on my own."she already managed to lighten the mood, before regaining enough strength to walk, albeit unbalanced... almost like she was drunk.
"I owe you both my life, or at least a drink once we get to a more civilized area..." She continues with them, gladly taking Faris and Douken's shoulder, before explaining a bit..."I... Don't remember all the details, as I guess you two have lost most of your memory as well.. But I remember fighting Chaos, it's within that fight where my brother lost his eye." She slowly regained the energy to stand on her own two feet, but let them help her anyhow "I.. have my whole journey written down in my pack.. I was lucky enough to have the book I was writing brought with me into this world."
But the comments of her spell-casting made her blush"M-Most of it was Faris's work, that song helped me remember an old teacher, who taught me how to harness my emotions into fuel... He was killed long before I came here."
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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Feb 21, 2017 22:15:42 GMT -6
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And scene end?
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Faris bit his tongue. A storm was raging behind it, but now was not the time to unleash the tidal waves. Even as Aria spoke, even as he wanted to be happy and to accept her invitation (when had he ever turned down a drink, after all?), his usual grin just couldn't reach his eyes. Something was wrong, either with him or the whole damned place, and he couldn't ignore the tossing of the waves.
Douken was wrong. So very, very wrong. Disastrously wrong and daft at that. Faris wanted to turn on him and yell until his voice was hoarse and his fists were flying. 'I believed in you! I thought you were honorable! I thought you were better than this!'
'I thought you were better than me.'
But he couldn't. Not here and not now when they were all exhausted and covered in blood, surrounded by the bodies of gods knew what. His head buzzed with fatigue. His arms were heavy and his feet protested with every second upright. This had been too much. All of it too much.
And it had all been his fault. What had he been thinking, coming to a place like this? How could he stand to shout at the monk when Faris had brought him here in the first place? What had he even wanted? Why would he have even considered it?
He'd wanted the adrenaline. He'd wanted to laugh and pretend that nothing was wrong. He'd wanted to forget.
His stomach dropped. There were a lot of things he didn't want to think about. So many things...
"You don't need to thank me, lass." His voice came dull -- quiet in a way he wasn't used to. His heart ached like the depths of the sea. "I'll be going on my way, I think. Don't need to stay around here." Faris ruffled the back of his hair. He wanted to leave, to drift away from his problems as easily as if they were towns on a coastline. That was all he knew. Keep going. Look ahead. Don't ever fall behind.
He glanced at Douken -- at the poor, mangled monk he'd dragged into his own crazed schemes. He hadn't been as noble as he'd said, but who was really? Faris could hardly judge. He was the worst hero the crystals could have picked and hadn't ever known the meaning of honor. Faris gave the monk a sheepish grin. "If you're needing anything..." he said then paused and looked away. "Aye. I'll have a way of being found." He closed his eyes.
Don't think. Don't think. Don't think.
"Well, I'll be off then." He hardly looked at them. Just the sight made his stomach twist. "The best of luck to you."
Faris left then without another thought or another look back. He didn't want to see the people he'd hurt or the mess he'd made. He didn't want to think about what had driven him to it or when it would drive him to it again. He didn't want to think of his own impulses and he didn't want to think of home.
A storm was brewing in his heart -- dark and ominous. And as he left the gates of that unfamiliar town, he felt the first splatters of rain touch at his cheeks.
