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WHO: Yang Xiao Long, Prince Sidon, Raven Branwen, Garrus Vakarian, open to the others she invited to wait out the storm
WHAT: Yang pursues the slippery thieving mage onto a frozen lake, which turns out about as well as one would expect. Afterward a ragtag gathering of weirdos hangs out in her apartment to wait out the blizzard.
WHEN: January 2nd, 2018
WHERE: Fayren -> Genessia City: Regency 404
The pursuit of Etshan had proved more difficult than Yang expected. The only details she had for him was a name and a crime: magical robbery. She'd polled a few stores to see where he'd struck, and couldn't get much in the way of a description. She hadn't even known if Etshan was a woman or a man in the beginning. It was sheer luck that put her in the right place at the right time when she saw the blandest person in the world through the window of a scroll shop, waving his hand before the shopkeep shuffled off and returned with an armload of scrolls. Her eyes kept trying to slide past the man who was holding out a sack for the blank-eyed shopkeep, but she kept forcing herself to look at him. Some sort of enchantment to avoid notice? It sure would explain why no one seemed to have many details for Yang to go on.
She went after him. It was definitely satisfying to see the wide-eyed surprise on his face just before her fist rocketed into his jaw. He went flying, hitting the wall and landing on the floor in a groaning heap. But when Yang went to grab him, her fingers slid through nothing, and she heard the thump of running boots over the shop floor.
Illusionists were so obnoxious. Yang ran after the footprints that appeared in the snow, the image of the mage dissolving the moment she turned away. The wind was starting to pick up, and it wouldn't be much longer before the storm descended, but she had time enough to settle this. If she let him get away, it would take a miracle to find him again, especially now that he knew she was looking for him.
Etshan was fast, and very much determined not to let Yang lay a hand on him. He dove into crowds and tried to maneuver into buildings where she couldn't see his tracks, but there was always something to watch or listen for. Someone who stumbled or spilled their drink, the drip of melting snow where there shouldn't have been any dampness, a growling dog... She just had to pay attention. Eventually he gave up on trying to find refuge in town and fled into the woods. Yang moved after him. She was so close to nailing this guy, and if she could just get out into the open, she wouldn't have to hold back for fear of being too reckless with her speed and strength.
He gave up on the invisibility when he turned to throw a dagger at her face. She knocked it aside with her metal arm and gave him a fierce stare. Who did this jerk think he was? He paled at her threatening countenance and ran that much further, plunging into and through a snow-choked hedge. Yang crashed through it as well, and her foot nearly shot out in front of her. Whoa...! She put her hands out to maintain her balance as she slid, and realized she'd just stepped out onto the shore of Fayren's frozen lake. Uh...it was frozen all the way through, wasn't it? She tested her weight carefully with another step, and it seemed to hold. What was more, Etshan was running across the lake ice with seemingly no difficulty at all. He wasn't even slipping! That kind of annoyed her.
All right, then, she had a clear shot. Spreading her feet apart, Yang angled her body and pointed her gauntlet behind her. One blast, and the recoil sent her shooting clean and smooth over the ice. She wasn't about to fire at him; if she missed, it could break the ice and plunge him into the freezing depths, which could very well kill him. She'd just grab him and give him a good shake. She stretched out her hand to seize his cloak...
...And sailed right through him. She blinked, startled as her hands came up empty, and unsteadily spun herself around.
She realized why he had been able to run so easily across ice: it was another illusion, and she'd stupidly failed to notice something was off about his sudden agility when he'd been so clumsy before. He must have stayed in the hedge and cast the spell, and now he was--
A giant boulder sailed through the air, gracefully arcing straight for her. Apparently he could levitate items too. Yang scrambled back, just in time to keep from being crushed by the enormous stone. But even though it was just a foot shy from landing on her, it smashed clean through the ice, and deep cracks spiderwebbed beneath Yang's feet. She took a careful step back as the cracks turned to fissures.
She dropped.
The second she hit the water, it was as if someone had reached down her throat and forcefully ripped out her breath. She was completely sheathed in brutally freezing water. Frantically she grabbed for the surface of the ice, but when she tried to pull herself up, it broke away beneath her hands. Again and again she tried, but the broken ice refused to hold her, refused to remain solid enough to get anywhere. She couldn't even draw breath enough to shout for help, or curse a certain stupid mage who had shamefully outsmarted her.
* * * * *
While Yang was experimenting with becoming a human/popsicle hybrid, her apartment had been prepared to receive company. As she'd said, the door was unlocked (had maintenance fixed that yet?), and as the power was still stable, it was nice and warm. The gas fireplace could be turned on with a flick of a switch, and hot air blew through the vents in the other rooms. There were flashlights and games set out on the table, an enormous pot of simple but savory beef stew simmering in a slow cooker, and a note that read "Make yourself at home! :) --Yang ♥"
She'd be back soon enough, and with a shark-like prince in tow. In the meantime, guests were welcome to help themselves to anything in the fridge, or to pick out an empty bed and pile of blankets if they wanted to rest.
WHAT: Yang pursues the slippery thieving mage onto a frozen lake, which turns out about as well as one would expect. Afterward a ragtag gathering of weirdos hangs out in her apartment to wait out the blizzard.
WHEN: January 2nd, 2018
WHERE: Fayren -> Genessia City: Regency 404
The pursuit of Etshan had proved more difficult than Yang expected. The only details she had for him was a name and a crime: magical robbery. She'd polled a few stores to see where he'd struck, and couldn't get much in the way of a description. She hadn't even known if Etshan was a woman or a man in the beginning. It was sheer luck that put her in the right place at the right time when she saw the blandest person in the world through the window of a scroll shop, waving his hand before the shopkeep shuffled off and returned with an armload of scrolls. Her eyes kept trying to slide past the man who was holding out a sack for the blank-eyed shopkeep, but she kept forcing herself to look at him. Some sort of enchantment to avoid notice? It sure would explain why no one seemed to have many details for Yang to go on.
She went after him. It was definitely satisfying to see the wide-eyed surprise on his face just before her fist rocketed into his jaw. He went flying, hitting the wall and landing on the floor in a groaning heap. But when Yang went to grab him, her fingers slid through nothing, and she heard the thump of running boots over the shop floor.
Illusionists were so obnoxious. Yang ran after the footprints that appeared in the snow, the image of the mage dissolving the moment she turned away. The wind was starting to pick up, and it wouldn't be much longer before the storm descended, but she had time enough to settle this. If she let him get away, it would take a miracle to find him again, especially now that he knew she was looking for him.
Etshan was fast, and very much determined not to let Yang lay a hand on him. He dove into crowds and tried to maneuver into buildings where she couldn't see his tracks, but there was always something to watch or listen for. Someone who stumbled or spilled their drink, the drip of melting snow where there shouldn't have been any dampness, a growling dog... She just had to pay attention. Eventually he gave up on trying to find refuge in town and fled into the woods. Yang moved after him. She was so close to nailing this guy, and if she could just get out into the open, she wouldn't have to hold back for fear of being too reckless with her speed and strength.
He gave up on the invisibility when he turned to throw a dagger at her face. She knocked it aside with her metal arm and gave him a fierce stare. Who did this jerk think he was? He paled at her threatening countenance and ran that much further, plunging into and through a snow-choked hedge. Yang crashed through it as well, and her foot nearly shot out in front of her. Whoa...! She put her hands out to maintain her balance as she slid, and realized she'd just stepped out onto the shore of Fayren's frozen lake. Uh...it was frozen all the way through, wasn't it? She tested her weight carefully with another step, and it seemed to hold. What was more, Etshan was running across the lake ice with seemingly no difficulty at all. He wasn't even slipping! That kind of annoyed her.
All right, then, she had a clear shot. Spreading her feet apart, Yang angled her body and pointed her gauntlet behind her. One blast, and the recoil sent her shooting clean and smooth over the ice. She wasn't about to fire at him; if she missed, it could break the ice and plunge him into the freezing depths, which could very well kill him. She'd just grab him and give him a good shake. She stretched out her hand to seize his cloak...
...And sailed right through him. She blinked, startled as her hands came up empty, and unsteadily spun herself around.
She realized why he had been able to run so easily across ice: it was another illusion, and she'd stupidly failed to notice something was off about his sudden agility when he'd been so clumsy before. He must have stayed in the hedge and cast the spell, and now he was--
A giant boulder sailed through the air, gracefully arcing straight for her. Apparently he could levitate items too. Yang scrambled back, just in time to keep from being crushed by the enormous stone. But even though it was just a foot shy from landing on her, it smashed clean through the ice, and deep cracks spiderwebbed beneath Yang's feet. She took a careful step back as the cracks turned to fissures.
She dropped.
The second she hit the water, it was as if someone had reached down her throat and forcefully ripped out her breath. She was completely sheathed in brutally freezing water. Frantically she grabbed for the surface of the ice, but when she tried to pull herself up, it broke away beneath her hands. Again and again she tried, but the broken ice refused to hold her, refused to remain solid enough to get anywhere. She couldn't even draw breath enough to shout for help, or curse a certain stupid mage who had shamefully outsmarted her.
While Yang was experimenting with becoming a human/popsicle hybrid, her apartment had been prepared to receive company. As she'd said, the door was unlocked (had maintenance fixed that yet?), and as the power was still stable, it was nice and warm. The gas fireplace could be turned on with a flick of a switch, and hot air blew through the vents in the other rooms. There were flashlights and games set out on the table, an enormous pot of simple but savory beef stew simmering in a slow cooker, and a note that read "Make yourself at home! :) --Yang ♥"
She'd be back soon enough, and with a shark-like prince in tow. In the meantime, guests were welcome to help themselves to anything in the fridge, or to pick out an empty bed and pile of blankets if they wanted to rest.
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[Her eyes open again as she frowns quietly, listening. It isn't until the end that she comes alert once more, and she sits up straight.]
He's dead?