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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2015 16:51:08 GMT -5
Lake Parhelion is famous for the numerous sun dogs that can appear from the snow that traps in the air and creates a triple sun in winter. In summer months its distance from the city almost guarantees its fine facilities are underused, but today is not that sort of day. a young woman is dipping her toes in the lake from one of the docks leading into the water, her red hair at least six feet long and blood-colored, a real red. Her eyes are green and she has freckles and pale skin, almost translucent in the bright autumn sun. Colors are starting to change so the trees form a canopy of yellows and orange and reds themselves.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 6, 2015 17:51:55 GMT -5
Amelia Royce walks along the shore of the lake towards the dock in one of her more skimpy outfits, everything nicely propped up on display. She did wear a fur coat over it and her feet were in reasonable shoes. When she was a few yards away from the woman she stopped, studying her.
"I know a lovely barber in the city that will cut your hair just how you want. I swear, it's like magic!" She giggled.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2015 17:57:36 GMT -5
"I know a fine tailor who can make you clothes and not stage costumes for brothels," Riley said. "But ondo admire your form. It undermines your authority something awful but I admire it all the same." Her toes continue wiggling in the water. "I must say I could live here; this lake is absolutely stunning. Have you ever seen a real paths lion?" She asked. "Nothing like it."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 6, 2015 18:02:18 GMT -5
"Making men ogle you and women dismiss you as a slut is the best way to get people to underestimate you," Amelia countered, setting down a small bag she had brought and taking out a bottle of wine and two glasses. "It is beautiful up here, I have to agree, though it gets far too cold in the winter."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2015 18:07:27 GMT -5
"Cold is relative. Only death is cold," she said. "Everything else is varying degrees of heat." He smiles at the wine. "Do you want your own subjects underestimating you? You'd.not believe the tales they tell. It makes crime much easier to take hold, if the lady is thought half a criminal herself." She leaned back and took in the sun. "I'm not affiliated with those slavers , if you're curious. A means to an end is all. It was something to do while you were away walking into traps and trying to find Lyria Targaryen,@ she said. Her hair is gathering in piles in the water and fish nibble at strands. "I apologize for that. If Leonard Grafton had stayed dead he never would have been able to weld that little assembly together. But he just..doesn't seem to."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 6, 2015 18:12:13 GMT -5
"I am pretty sure I have heard all of the tales possible," Amelia replied, pouring some wine for both of them and taking a sip from each glass before keeping one. "Is he dead now? Leonard? If not then maybe someone should do something about that. He and the Stranger..." She shook her head. "But you're right, I shouldn't make excuses. I feel good showing myself off. I know I look incredible and I want the world to see it." She laughed softly at that, with perhaps a small hint of irony.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2015 18:20:28 GMT -5
"Very well. I think you misunderstand me," she said. "Between Nick Snow, myself, and that pretty little princess of yours, Leonard has died four times now." Her hair binds itself into a giant tail going doing to her waist now, braiding itself in complex patterns. "He comes back every time. But enough of that. I've heard so joyfully much about you. I was hoping you'd match the legend." She hopped into the lake after finishing her wine. "I thought before we bore each other silly, that we could see what we are dealing with here." She dives under the water and it starts spinning like a maelstrom, her in the center, then the cone of water reverses and carries her about twelve feet up, completely surrounded by the water. Only her armed and shoulders and head are above it. "En garde, my dear."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 6, 2015 18:29:44 GMT -5
"Very well then," Amelia responded, taking a few careful steps back from the lake and pulling off her coat. She watched as Riley rose with the water, an impressed look on her face. "They said you had been sent by someone else. You wouldn't be so kind as to tell me who?"
She readied herself to call on both flame and shadow but she would let the sorceress make the first move.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2015 18:32:56 GMT -5
"Like i said, this is just friendly. If you can't handle a few spells there's no sense in Us Talking." Apparently she has heard of Amelia's modus operandi, and her first attack is a wave that slithers about, soaking everything in sight, pouring blinding water like a typhoon. It is clearly just a setup spell and nothing more.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 6, 2015 18:35:55 GMT -5
"Magic knows no friends, unfortunately," Amelia responded, casting her eyes about before preparing herself. She was used to calling fire quickly and suddenly but this time she slowly began to draw on heat rather than flames, directing it at the area around the other sorceress. Nothing too strong yet, just preparation.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2015 18:37:49 GMT -5
"That sounds like Oriax's voice," she said. "There are better ways." The rain rapidly begins turning to jail, hurting Amelia. She'll need a fast reaction for this.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 6, 2015 18:39:54 GMT -5
"I believe magic is entirely neutral; it's just the way we use it that gives it moral focus," Ami responded, raising her hands and creating a globe of warmth around her that should hopefully melt the hail before it hits her. She tried to keep the flow of warmth to the water steady as she did so.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2015 19:20:50 GMT -5
"Wrong again," she said. "Some is corrupting by its simple existence, like a moral poison. It is not a hammer. It can have a sentience all its own." The hail mostly melts. "Your teacher had an agenda," she observed. "I feel like a frog in a boiling pot." She washes with the water onto land and steps out. The water on her body starts to frost.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 6, 2015 19:32:45 GMT -5
"Oriax's agenda was power," Amelia responded, testing Riley's defenses and reactions with a sudden fireball fired her way. "I am sure we both have agendas too. Right now mine is to rid my city of Oriax's scum."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2015 19:59:12 GMT -5
Riley raises a globe of water and envelops the fireball, creating a mass of steam. "Well, that was fun. Truce for now?"
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