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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 14:30:36 GMT -5
"No...it is escalating. But you have to confront Cassadar before we can move on, else she'll be stuck on this...possibly forever." Faeron for the first time looks nervous. "I don't honestly know what happens if we die."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 14:37:56 GMT -5
"I am guessing we don't get out," Danya replied, wary about the Blackfyre's tone. "Right, I'll be back in a moment."
She flew off after Cassadar, willing herself to blend in with the environment. If she could she would fly up behind him, invisible to his eyes; one hand, still a blade, would cut through Cassadar's neck while the other, now her hand again would pull Catherine to safety.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 14:41:25 GMT -5
She flies in quickly, and the horse stops, and Cassadar hops off and turns to face her. "You bloodied me. You let her survive. I hate you." It is even creepier in Amelia's familiar and cheerful tones.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 14:46:16 GMT -5
"Can't say I'm sorry, Cassadar," Danya said, hovering slightly above the ground. "You're not real, you realize that? Just put your weapons down and let me end this."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 14:51:57 GMT -5
A chuckle. "Who do you think this is? I'm Amelia." A smile. "This is my dream." With that Cassadar is on her in a flash.
Danya: 128 Cassadar: 161
The terror lord is swift and catches Danya across the belly right at the start with his sword. There's a feeling of...not pain, exactly, but a coldness that spreads through Danya.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 14:58:51 GMT -5
Round2:
Danya: 165 Cassadar: 113
Danya recovers, as there's no actual injury occurring, and stabs Cassadar where his vile heart should be. He staggers and chuckles. "My dream, not yours, you interfering cunt. Why won't you let me be happy?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 15:00:04 GMT -5
"You're not happy," Danya said quietly, continuing to press her attack.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 15:04:48 GMT -5
Round 3:
Danya: 145 Cassadar: 90
Her hands blast right through his guard, and Amelia's voice screams as he fades. "I can never...be..." Faeron looks at her archly.
"This is your friend? I hope she's not always like this."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 15:10:36 GMT -5
"No, I've never seen her like this," Danya said, rounding on Faeron. "Your warlock friends did this to her. Whatever they gave her yesterday made her worse than anything Cassadar or Saltcliffe or anyone else could have.!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 15:15:14 GMT -5
"Really now? It was a hallucination potion; they give one to eery potential warlock. Hell, I've taken it for fun before. No, this is someone who wears a mask, Danya. A potentially very dangerous one. Fortunately...we can heal the corruption under the smile." He grins at her. "I wonder what we'd find in your dreams. Although, seeing myself face to face might be a bit disconcerting."
With Cassadar dead, the scene is shifting again. They're in a house, and Amelia is wearing a bear suit. "Okay, seriously, this is getting ridiculous." Vhagus is seated next to her, a small black dragon coiled about his arm. "Vhagus..."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 15:21:27 GMT -5
"I am guessing we tread carefully now?" Danya said to Faeron, her eyes studying the man who had to be his brother. Blades became hands again as she awaited an answer.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 15:27:06 GMT -5
"Your guess is as good as mine. I almost hope this is a wish rather than a memory, because I don't want to imagine anyone wishing they were with my brother wearing a bear suit." As they talk, Amelia puts the dragon about her shoulders like an expensive fur and starts giving Vhagus a lap dance. "Okay, okay, try killing them," Faeron says. "I can't take it any longer."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 15:33:31 GMT -5
Danya gave Faeron a smile and made him look upon the scene just a moment longer before stepping up behind Ami, holding her arm with her hand against her back.
Her hand turned into a blade again and extended froward in a flash, punching through Ami and Vhagus, pinning them together.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 15:38:14 GMT -5
Amelia twists in a horrifying way through the blade, her eyes black and soulless. "Why Danya...why are you doing this to me?!" All around them, the scene is changed, and she sees a huge table with men and women all about, steaming platers, and a huge grey slab with a man overlooking them. Vhagus, again, only taller and with a feral grin and naked, now, Amelia pumping her hands hard between his legs.
"Oh, dammit all!" She hears Faeron say. "She really needs some new interests!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 15:41:13 GMT -5
"I can think of a few," Danya replied, turning to the Blackfyre. "In fact, after what I've done for her I want to leave something behind. Once we're done here of course,"
She turned back to the feast, saw the platters. "They can't open..." She made her way up to where Vhargus stood, pointing a blade at him. "You're dead."
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