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Post by Becky Emerson on Mar 1, 2009 12:29:45 GMT -5
The evening couldn't have looked more normal. The moon still hadn't risen yet, but stars were sprinkled all over the sky and the air smelled of distant rain, giving a fresh feel to everything. But you could tell it wasn't exactly like that. The streets were too silent for this city, the few people walking around seemed... odd.
Becky sighed and pulled her jacket closer as she continued to move along. Obviously, things hadn't been easy for anyone lately, but she had had enough. The young woman had decided to take this walk in order to get rid of some of the tension. Right now she was a little more relaxed, but she missed being around people. Becky had always been a people person, ever since she could remember.
"Hmm..." She looked at the buildings surrounding her and raised an eyebrow slightly. Since Becky hadn't decided upon a specific destination, the last hour or so had been spend wondering around. Apparently, her steps had lead her to the train station. She had a strong urge to get on one of those trains and - but no. That would have been unacceptable. She smiled as she thought about her friends and walked passed the station. A small noise startled her and made her turn around, gazing into the darkness with her cognac colored eyes. "What e cliche" she muttered when a black cat jumped out from behind some boxes and looked back at her with the superior look all felines seemed to give others.
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Post by Elliott Page on Mar 7, 2009 18:34:02 GMT -5
Elliott came crashing through the wall of the train station and onto the moonlit platform, much to his own surprise and indeed the surprise of the scarce few people that had taken refuge under the balconies. A couple of places in the most inner depths of the city had been destroyed and whole rows of flats and buildings were now owned by individuals and packs of evil menaces. A public place like the overhead station were an idealistic and safe haven for the homeless as there was more safety in numbers and with frequent trains it meant that if people wanted to then they could easily escape. However Elliott knew a safer place. He had slowly been building up a large refuge for civilians and increasing his powers in the abandoned shopping mall.
He’d come here to check if there were any people in need of help, like he did most nights on his patrolling, but tonight he had been followed by a demon. Subsequently this lead to a broken brick wall and a pain stricken Elliott whose hands were now glowing with a blue aura and whose eyes were whited out. He proceeded to shout at the demon in Latin, as he hovered back up into a standing position, forced to duck and swivel out of the monsters line of attack, more than once. Although he was in need of backup ... magically he was drained and his ‘magical muscles’, quoting his mother, were in need of a good warm down and rest.
Another punch from the demon, this time connecting hard, meant that he was flattened out onto the tracks but a familiar sound warned him that his now motionlessly and beaten body was about the become even more motionless with the arrival of the 9:05 train that's bright light was almost an omen to his ever decreasing life expectancy.
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Post by Becky Emerson on Mar 10, 2009 15:56:25 GMT -5
The cat looked like a bad joke now that the form of a man came flying from a wall, making Becky jump up and have to cover her mouth with her hand to muffle the shriek that formed. She didn't recognise him but that was of little importance now. Her biggest concern at the moment was the demonic thing that seemed to be the source of the unknown man's 'flight', or, more exactly, how come it was in one of the few places known to the survivors as being safe - or as close to safe as locations got these dreadful days.
If the sensation around him hadn't been enough to show his true nature, his appearance did the trick. Becky recognised the power that was flowing around him and was quite impressed, since she was still somewhat a beginner herself. She understood the need to keep quiet and calmed down immediately, starting to sneak towards them. Of course, both seemed to preoccupied with their battle, but one could never be too sure. The wizard looked tired even if he was doing well against the demon for now and Becky tried to analyze the harm done on both sides. Crashing through the wall hadn't done the guy much good but the demon didn't look like it was his best day either.
She cringed when the monster punched the guy, knowing from experience how much it would hurt. Oh, God, this is it Becky, she thought to herself, biting her lip. She was afraid she would be unable to help him. Afraid she wasn't good enough. But, of course, she didn't turn away. I'm crazy was her thought while the witch ran straight towards the demon, creating a bright sphere around herself. It wouldn't do the thing much harm and it sure wasn't the best shield she could think of, but the light irradiating from it was enough to make it hiss.
Becky found herself praying like she used to before this hell broke loose, praying to any superior being that might be listening. She almost screamed when she noticed the train coming but kept it under control and sprinted towards the man, putting her thin arms around his chest and pulling him away from the tracks, grateful that she worked out often. Quickly, she concentrated all her energy into making a shield around them both and looked at the man, wanting to see if he was still alive. "Um. Hello? You okay?" Becky said, smiling, while the train passed them by only inches away from their feet, the sound faded thanks to the magical protection around them, knowing they still had a few seconds to catch their breath before the creature appeared again.
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Post by Elliott Page on Mar 11, 2009 17:07:55 GMT -5
The blur of motions, colours and sounds resulted in him being transported safely on to the platform with the amazingly attractive woman leaning over the top of him. He noticed the train pass, and it seemed to do so for a long time, it was as if time had slowed down ... and it was in these seconds he appreciated how his rescuer looked. His bloodied lip turned up at the corners, swollen, in response to her question and an eye that was slightly darkened by the various blows it had sustained winked, hinting at his attitude towards pain and fighting.
However, noticing the looming danger behind the pair, his eyes turned blue, like electricity and he threw her to the side, breaking the protection spell, as he extended his arms and sent the beast flying backwards onto the tracks. He was lucky in his timing to as the overlapping train helped the monster come to its messy demise. He sat up and looked at the girl as his eyes started to flash back into their original blue and he appeared to be again another ordinary pedestrian. “Yeah...” he took a few breaths to steady his pace, “...how about you?” He quizzed, a brilliant smile ever present on his bruised yet still friendly face. His insanity had declined greatly and even with the loss of his mother and the world going to hell, he was starting to think like a normal person again.
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Post by Becky Emerson on Mar 12, 2009 15:35:42 GMT -5
Surprises never ceased, of so they said. This was true in this situation, also, as Becky watched the man answer her smile, despite not looking in a good enough condition for it. She was both impressed and felt the need to tell him to take it easy. Sure, she could do some magic, but from the looks of things he was the more powerful wizard. And it wouldn't help either of them if he fainted or something else that implied loosing his ability to react. Of course, he had been thrown through a wall, so she couldn't very well expect him to look nice and fresh, now could she?
She glared when she found herself being thrown, quickly standing up and taking a defensive position, ready for whatever might happen next. Instead of answering an attack, Becky watched the beast being turned into a mass of... well... she would rather not give it much thought. Nightmares were on their way as it was. Analyzing the mess was beyond even her. If there was something she missed, except her parents, it was how clean the world used to be. Demon guts were not on her list of favourite things.
"Fantastic" Becky answered, slightly shocked still, moving her gaze back to him and showing him a smile of her own. She could never not smile back. "Of course, I'm not the one who was almost turned into minced meat by big-and-ugly over there." She pointed behind her, still refusing to see the thing. "Um. You might need to have those healed. Or at least take an aspirin...I'm still learning most of the things we need to know. My name's Becky, by the way."
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Post by Lilanya Delion on Mar 14, 2009 4:13:34 GMT -5
Anya, as she liked to be called, walked around at night all teh time, noit really noticing anything until right about now. She watched the guy get thrown through the wall, and the blonde staring at him and edging closer. She walked confidently over, waiting to see if it would turn fatal or not, if he had it handled, then she would go on, if not, she would help.
She was about to jump in when the boy was punched onto the tracks, but teh girl suprised Anya and conjured up a protective sheild. It wasnt half bad. She grabbed the guy and fgo thim to safty. She smirked when he pushed her off to finish the beast. A good hunter allways finished the job. She thought. Then saw when he pushed him to in front of the train, he would have been a few inches short, if not for Anya pushing him those few extra inches. HE was done with.
She stode over to the two.
"not bad with the sheild," She said smiling at teh girl.
"And you, that was good, until the ending," She winced a little, then smiled at him. She held her hand to him, readying to help him up, and if he wasnt too macho, heal him. "Im Lilanya, but you can call me Anya," She held her hand out to him, and the other to the girl.
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Post by Becky Emerson on Mar 17, 2009 15:12:12 GMT -5
Becky quickly turned around to face the new arrival, feeling a little tense after encountering the demon. She relaxed a little, not seeing any threat in the other woman's presence. Becky smiled back brightly and waited for her to reach them.
"Thank you" she answered to the comment about her shield. As with the guy, Becky could sense the woman was also a witch. This was becoming a very interesting gathering, as the three of them stood there in what was left of the train station. She saw some other people making their way around them but keeping a distance.
The woman wondered if he would let any of them heal him or if he would just go on like that - a somewhat unlikely option, as far as Becky could tell -, maybe healing himself, even if she suspected that would drain him further. Becky took the hand Anya was offering and shook it gently. "Nice to meet you, Anya, I'm Rebecca but everyone calls me Becky." She looked around. "Just an idea but shouldn't we move somewhere less... exposed? Feel free to call me paranoid if you think I'm wrong."
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Post by Elliott Page on Mar 18, 2009 2:32:18 GMT -5
Elliott regained his balance and nodded with Becky’s comment, “No you’re right, we should move this” He half smiled and carried on walking, a small limp evident, and their concerns were something he couldn’t really ignore, “Na, I’m fine thanks, I don’t need healing, I think it’s good to let myself get better naturally sometimes. It’s great to meet you Anya, I’m Elliott” He was stubborn when he wanted to be, and it was always strange things he put his foot down on, like healing for example. He didn’t like other peoples help though.
As the trio entered a more reserved area just outside the station he let out a small laugh, “That was crazy back there, I can’t believe it had the nerve to show up here like that. It shows you how unsafe everyone is.” He sighed thoughtful, pausing for a moment, “Do you guys know what a coven is?”
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Post by Lilanya Delion on Mar 21, 2009 22:46:51 GMT -5
She walked with them out of the very vulnerable place they were in. When they got into more cover, he asked a question.
"As a matter of fact, I don't, what is it?" She asked, looking at him full in the face. usually she looked away when people were around her, but something about this guy made her look. She didn't know what. It was usually her eye color that made her look away. When she was alive, she had light blue, violet eyes, and ever since she had died, they were purple. She loved her eyes, but people thought different of her when they saw her eyes. She could tell the difference in their facial expressions, then they would start to treat her differently.
((Not done))
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