FaithIt's cold. So so cold. Why is it so cold?
"Faith! Faith can you hear me?"A voice echos at the edges of your consciousness, louder and louder.
"Faith!"Your eyes snap open.
Snow. The place is covered in snow. It's knee-deep and you're lying in it. It's freezing in here. Ice covers every surface, tendrils of frost mar the dresses , the other shoppers they're frozen too. No, not just frozen, they're
encased, imprisoned in blocks of ice, frozen in motion, a wintery Pompeii.
It's a clothing store you were browsing the wares, seeing if you could get anything warded. That was until Enn suddenly yelled in your ear. You raised your shield an now, this.
What the hell happened?
"Your typical run of the mill supervillain attack. Looks to be the work of General Frost. Don't worry about the people; they'll be fine when they thaw, wouldn't recommend the experience though. Dont worry, this isn't your mess to clean up, but I digress, let's focus on getting you out."You're guessing that's going to be a little trickier than just walking out the door. You conjure energy shaping it around you. It takes the bite off the chill. The chill you feel on your skin at least. There's another one too though, the feeling of ice magic, permeating the very air.
"These superweapons usually only fire once. It's the henchman you'll need to worry about now. "That's, not reassuring. The situation you're in, it's not exactly good. You're in the middle of a shopping center, second floor. The place was packed with people, there's no way you can fight at full power in here.
"Contact! Sweepers inbound! They're heading this way.""Automatons most likely. They should have a spherical core somewhere inside them, destroy that to stop them. And watch your fire against the proper henchman, you'll know when you see them - defeat them, do not kill them. We're dealing with cartoon villains here, not rabid dogs.""Hex that patch of snow in front of the store. I think we can get a first strike on at least one of them. Stay out of sight for now, wait for an opportunity first."The accessories aisle should provide ample concealment. Might be able to peek through too.
Faith
Status: Fine
World Line: 1 4 2 1 5 5 1 2 1 1
Alterations: 5
Resolve: 0
| The false sun shines down through the dome, radiance filtered, magnified. The light kisses your skin with the warmth of summer, balanced by the cool waters and the soft gentle breeze. Fine velvet-like sand slips between, rushing back and forth with the gentle currents of the pellucid waters. It feels almost foreign to you, when was the last time you've been to the beach? You can hardly remember. It's been years. You, well, you were always planning to visit again, visit with Kouta, but you never had the time, never had the opportunity, till now at least.
| So the boy takes out a bottle of what you suspect to be sun lotion and begins to apply it to his companion with hasteful diligence. Dextrous hands slathering every inch of her delicate skin with glistening oil, spreading and kneading into her pliable flesh, starting with the arms and then her shoulders, stomach, and back hands coming dangerously close to the bandages as he attends to her with a mix of care and indifference. He's careful to cover each inch but he's a little rough too, more concerned with speed than comfort as if this were simply a chore to perform, and perhaps to him it is, perhaps to her too given that she's patiently waiting more than anything else shifting her arms to give him better access, extending a leg to let him run his lotion-slicked hands down their length.
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Patricija glides through the water, movements small and effortless. Each little kick of her smooth slender legs sends her spiraling through the crystal waters every inch of her body on full display for your rigorous perusal.
If she notices your gaze she doesn't seem to mind, content to enjoy her time in the water drifting across a wide arcing path and eventually finds its way to you.
| You are standing on the beach, on a shallow sandy slope beneath the waters, a fairly mundane affair that extends for several more meters before it drops right down an into the fantastical. Through the water you can see that which lies below this "step" - a vibrant expanse of flowers and and coral, motes and spirits, an artificial sanctuary more garden than reef, brilliant in vibrancy yet tempered with a certain measured sterility, something like an interactive art exhibit, a grand system of engineered organisms.
| Soon enough the two switch places, the girl beginning to apply lotion to the boy's body, massaging the glistening liquid across his chest and abs, lifting his jacket to run her hands down his spine for good measure. She's a little more measured in her movements but about just as dispassionate. The two seem to be talking about something as this happens but what they say is lost to the wind and the waves.
Silvery metal traces across his jackets and trousers, blue magic circles sparking to life from them - arcane thrusters. They flare to life and lift him off the ground as he grabs the girl's shawl, lifting her up with him and taking to the skies.
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Water streams down Patricija's body as rises up from the water, doing little to distract from her outfit and how it seems simultaneously fitted and ever-so-slightly tight, something particularly noticeable at the chest area where makes her fairly limited chest that much harder to forget.
It's a little worse than that even. Your Requiem grants you control over the air, and with it comes a certain degree of tactile sensation. And with her this close, well, it's impossible not to feel her. The sensations are clumsy, muted, as if felt through thick gloves or mitts, you never had much need for any finer detail, at least, not to wield your spears. Course in practice, dangling a treat just out of reach is more frustrating than soothing and worse you're pretty sure with enough concentration you could sharpen those senses...
| Patricija resurfaces next you.
"<You look great! Mind if I join in?>"
| The pair fly overhead giving you quite the eyeful as they descend, skimming just above the underwater gardens they appear to now tour.
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Topic: Tengoku no Owari SI IC: Yuki Is (Not) Fine (Read 210788 times)