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Post by rain on Sept 8, 2012 13:20:38 GMT -5
Vill than realised that only the girl was there. Ignar was nowhere in sight. He definitely needed Eiryel up now. He got down on his knees and shook her. He could tell she was still alive. And he knew that it would take more than that to take out a being that was likely sturdier than he was. Vill had never tried healing magic, and hoped this wasn't the time he had to.
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Post by Amundara on Sept 8, 2012 13:38:12 GMT -5
Eiryel was still in a bit of daze after the impact of the ground. Her blood was rushing into a panic-mode after have so much contact with the shape-shifter. It was like an adrenaline rush but just a bit more urgent. She could feel hands shake her still dazed body. In attempt to stop him she raised her own arms, Don't shake. Oh please don't shake... Now she was just feeling noxious. She braced herself on one arm, trying to gain some balance. Now that was exciting but definitely not something to do again she decided. She shook herself, her wings puffing like a birds before settling. A moment passed, perhaps, before Eiryel could see clearly. She looked at Vill and flashed him a quick smile. Thanks.
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Post by rain on Sept 8, 2012 13:52:22 GMT -5
"You're welcome I guess..." Vill said, "But we still need to catch him. I don't even know where he ran off to." He closed his eyes and tried to think of what kind of magic he could use to find Ignar. Nothing came to mind. Actually, his mind was just empty. He couldn't think of a thing. "Do you know how we could find him?" Vill asked.
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Post by Amundara on Sept 8, 2012 14:12:09 GMT -5
Eiryel nodded at his reply then looked around for Ignar. She listened to Vill's words and nodded in agreement. Yeah, demons are always tricky like that. They like to disapear in plain sight. She looked at Vill, wondering to see if he knew any search-type magic. Apparently not. He was still very young so she could imagine that his specialties weren't quite formed yet. Well at least he was proficient in defense-type magic. That was always a good thing.
When he asked her if she knew how to find him Eiryel paused for a moment. She knew type of search magic but it would reveal her presense to all mystical creatures within the vacility. Well thankfully there weren't any humans nearby so it shouldn't be as bad. Eiryel looked at the fairy with a confident look on her face, I think I have something that may help.
With that the angel got her feet, held her hands out in front of her a whispered in her mind; Come, Nahuatl... A spear of light formed in front of her hands, the body becoming thicker and within a second a large crescent blade grew from the pole-body. The light dispersed and in her hand was her battle-scythe Nahuatl. A scary looking thing it was. It main body black like the night and yet the blade itself glew a bright silvery-white.
Now lets see if this works. Eiryel took the scythe into hand and stretched out her wings. Bright blue bolts surged through them. In a second the lightning had raced all around the angel and the black scythe. A make-shifte circle had formed around them, the electricity was rushing in all directions. This was the only search magic she knew. The bolts would fly out and if they met anything they would disperse on contanct, sending her signal like a neuro system. If Ignar was still in range he would be found so long as he wasn't floating in midair.
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Post by twilightstar on Sept 8, 2012 14:52:55 GMT -5
Ignar was running along when he found himself hit by something electrical. Dangit! he thought. That angel has some kind of searching tool! He decided it had to be coming from an outside force. Only extremely old and powerful angels would have a full-blown electrical signal as a natural ability. Despite the fact that the magic bolts kept hitting him in the back, Ignar gritted his teeth and continued running. If it was some kind of magical weapon, he really didn't want to meet the business end.
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Post by Amundara on Sept 8, 2012 17:22:46 GMT -5
Eiryel grinned rather evily, Found him! Gripping her scythe in one hand a string of electricity in the other, Eiryel jumped into the air. Fly with me will you? The angel invited. In a way she missed having wingmen but of course the higher-ups would never make her responsible for others due to her lack of protection magic, healing magic, and her major lack of self-discipline. She didn't though, she had the birds most times.
She didn't wait to see if the fairy spread his wings to follow or if he planned to tag along on foot. No, she was already chasing the signal like a hound its scent. The once blow of danger warnings was replaced once more by her untameable need to have fun. And this was definitely going to be fun. Oh it already was fun, who was she kidding? Good thing she doesn't have any nearby angelic allies... Bad, bad things happen when angels play with demons. Angels and fairies are okay, angels and elves are okay; but angels and demons.. eh, not so okay.
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Post by rain on Sept 8, 2012 18:07:38 GMT -5
Vill chased after her on foot. He wasn't that good at flying and his wings weren't even fully developed yet. At least he was a pretty fast runner. He was able to keep pace with Eiryel without even going full speed. Too bad he didn't know where they were going...
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Post by twilightstar on Sept 8, 2012 20:12:35 GMT -5
Ignar kept running. Crap crap crap crap crap... His thoughts beat in time to the rhythm of his feet as he pounded the street. What he wouldn't give to have wings. He knew that the leaders of Elveron had wings, either large bat-like things or black-feathered ones if they had once been angels. But no, he was stuck with the little wings of the sparrow. He couldn't actually really fly, only flutter a few feet and hop a lot. No birds of prey, nothing. He wanted to fly. His heart ached for something he did not know, had never known, and most likely never would.
Ignar shook his head and kept running, passing a candy store. He skidded to a halt and doubled back, ducking inside. Screw the angel, he wanted sugar.
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Post by Amundara on Sept 9, 2012 0:49:35 GMT -5
The angel was hot on the demon's trail, her excitement could be seen within the dancing string of lightning. She flapped harder, the winds from her wings even shaking nearby bushes as her speed increased. It was amazing that the young fairy could keep up with her on foot but then again she didn't think his new-born wings could withstand even the slower-paced speeds. Well slower as in her slow which is like a car going at seventy-miles-per-hour. Of course she wasn't flying that fast now but she wanted to. No she kept a decent pace so that he could keep up while on foot.
They followed the trail until the lightning suddenly curved, forcing the angel to slam her wings forward to halt and drop. The lightning had gotten extremely thin by this time which usually meant one of two things. One: there was a human nearby and any more powerful than this could arm the human, or two: her magic was drained. Eiryel didn't feel at all drained, so it had to be one. And that made sense... She looked to where her lightning pointed. It was inside a building, a human dwelling. With a heavy sigh, Eiryel returned her wings back into her back. It was only now she hoped that no human had seen her true form but alas that worry never lasted long.
I think he's in there... The angel said with a odd tone of wonderment added in. She couldn't help but think that Ignar was perhaps running far too low on energy to keep up the run. She chuckled once more, If you want to get him I suggest you do it now while he's finding his sweets. She yawned, words meant for Vill if he was listening but also advice for herself. Obviously she wasn't going to do so. She wanted to what would happen if this young fairy managed to get ahold of Ignar. That seemed much more interesting like. Not to mention she was there to block off the entrance.
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Post by rain on Sept 9, 2012 7:31:12 GMT -5
Vill just stood there for a second with his eyes closed. His hair turned black. His eyes turned blue. He grew half an inch. "I'm getting better," he said happily. Normally he couldn't change his height. Of course it was only half an inch, but that would still make it harder to place him. This would only last for an hour, so he had to get moving.
VIll pushed open the door to a gentle jingle. He went to one of those things with all kinds of m&m's and pretended to look at them while searching for Ignar. He was in here somewhere.
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Post by twilightstar on Sept 9, 2012 7:47:59 GMT -5
Ignar, who had discovered the magic things called windows, observed the two stop outside the sugar store. He was hiding behind a large display of jelly beans, with the shopkeeper looking at him strangely. When the bell jingled, he quickly moved in front of the counter with a bag of sour candy, waiting in line behind boring, non-magical humans, otherwise known as demon fodder. The main reason of him even ducking in here was so that neither the angel nor the fairy could physically drag him out without attracting attention.
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Post by rain on Sept 9, 2012 7:52:23 GMT -5
Vill finally spotted Ignar near the register. He walked right up without fear. "There you are brother," he made up the story on the spot, "Dad's looking for you. And you know you're not allowed to have candy." He grabbed Ignar's arm and dragged him out of the store with the humans looking confusedly at them.
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Post by twilightstar on Sept 9, 2012 11:38:45 GMT -5
Ignar allowed himself to be dragged out of the store, munching contentedly on his sour candies, which he had neither paid for nor had any intention of dropping to beat off the creature pulling him towards an angel with what was mostly likely a sharp and pointy weapon. Wait... Ignar's brain pounced on his train of thought, desperately trying to derail it. So this was it. He was going to die. Maybe. Probably. Unless the angel was feeling lenient.
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Post by Amundara on Sept 10, 2012 21:05:56 GMT -5
Eiryel as standing outside the shop, her eyes completey glued to a colorful gummi display. Well more like she was trying to stare at every single sugary treat visible in that display window. She hadn't even realized her weapon was still 'unsheathed', maybe that was why she got that strange feeling that people were staring. And people were. Every human, adult, child, elder, and even pet stared at the silver-haired girl and the human-size scythe she held in one hand. To the passerby's, Eiryel undoubtly looked like some strangely dressed teenager holding a rather dangerous looking 'toy'. Of course no human ever realized that that 'toy' was real...
It was only until after she heard Vill's voice that she realized the fairy had managed to somehow drag the demon away from mortal eyes. Certainly a genius fairy no doubt. That or he had a good enough deceptive mind that he could fool the humans inside. Thankfully Ignar wasn't fighting. Actually, that demon looked rather... Oh what was the word; terrified? No, more like mildly worried. Now why wuld he be worried?
Oh... Eiryel looked at the blade in her hand, wondering just how long she had left it out. If she were to lok like one of those anime figures, she definitely would have had those blue 'depresed' lines on her head at the moment. Just how long had she forgotten about the thing?! Well at least it explaned Ignar's expression. Well it wasn't like she could dismiss it now, not with all those humans around. That was not an option. So she just held it, probably looking a little evil while she was at it.
Found you Ignar. She said to the demon, Not very good at hide-and-seek huh? She chuckled slightly.
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Post by twilightstar on Sept 11, 2012 20:31:52 GMT -5
Just get us out of here, the demon growled, low enough so that only Vill and Eiryel could hear. They were already making enough of a scene as it was, thanks to Eiryel's forgetting to hide her weapon before encountering human eyes.
Ignar was furious with himself. Curse his sugar addiction! But...but...it's so good... His brain mentally drooled, thinking of sour candy and candy-flavored souls. Hm. Now he was hungry. If these two didn't hurry, they'd have a blood-crazed demon on their hands, which was much, much more dangerous than a hostile demon. For one thing, he had hardly any control of himself or his emotions while on the rampage. It turned him into the very archetypical monster that humans told stories of--the Creature of Nightmare.
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