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genessia2015-01-24 06:26 pm
deadly_belladonna) wrote in genessia2015-01-24 06:26 pm
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You kept fear of death in the back pocket of your jeans...
Who: Weiss Schnee, Roman Torchwick, Blake Belladonna // OPEN After their fight and Blake's death.
What: Roman acquired power from Kefka and puts it to use on the cat that continued messing up his plans in their world.
When: January 27th
Where: Snowy Streets
WARNINGS: Angst, fighting, death, abduction, blood.
Phase 1:The Prelude
[This will be between Weiss and Blake, setting up the stage for Roman to find and attack]
Phase 2: The Battle
[This will be between Weiss, Roman and Blake. Knowing them, this is a pretty loud battle that might draw attention while Weiss will put out a call but disaster will end it. ]
Phase 3: The Aftermath of War
[There's blood everywhere and no sign of anyone but Blake's ribbon and Weiss' phone and silver hair piece laying in the snow. There's clearly the scars of battle on the buildings and around the area; a fatal battle. This is open to tag in to to speculate or have character reactions even if it's just a one comment reaction.]
What: Roman acquired power from Kefka and puts it to use on the cat that continued messing up his plans in their world.
When: January 27th
Where: Snowy Streets
WARNINGS: Angst, fighting, death, abduction, blood.
Phase 1:The Prelude
[This will be between Weiss and Blake, setting up the stage for Roman to find and attack]
Phase 2: The Battle
[This will be between Weiss, Roman and Blake. Knowing them, this is a pretty loud battle that might draw attention while Weiss will put out a call but disaster will end it. ]
Phase 3: The Aftermath of War
[There's blood everywhere and no sign of anyone but Blake's ribbon and Weiss' phone and silver hair piece laying in the snow. There's clearly the scars of battle on the buildings and around the area; a fatal battle. This is open to tag in to to speculate or have character reactions even if it's just a one comment reaction.]
Phase 1:
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Do we need to bring something back for Ruby and Yang? They're home, right?
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Pulling her scarf down from her cold nose to speak, she nodded.] We should at least.
I think Yang also wants to go shopping for some new clothes... She was a little- hesitant towards seeing 'her' room.
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I noticed that too. You and Ruby were a little luckier that it'd been a little while since we'd last seen your... "previous you," so we didn't really have any of your stuff left.
[ And Weiss herself wasn't actually sure how long she'd been gone. She just got pissy about it when someone tried to bring it up, and Yang hadn't really noticed until she specifically mentioned it. It was an odd situation, but she can't imagine how hard it must be to have to deal with it directly. ]
It's probably like waking up in the hospital with amnesia.
Phase 2:
Let me know if you want a different setup, I'm just winging it
They turned down a smaller side street and he grins. There's a handful of bystanders to terrify but not enough to cause trouble, and the road is narrow enough to limit their mobility. He's not going to get a better chance than this.
He knocks his cane on the roof. Ice crackles as it forms on the eaves. It starts out faint then rises to a roar as a streak of ice races down the side of the building towards the girls. More ice bursts from the ground under them to encase their feet and legs. Technically he didn't have to ice the building, but what fun is a grand entrance if he can't show off a bit?]
Lovely to see you again, ladies!
[He swings down onto the fire escape and starts down the stairs at a leisurely pace.]
It's been a while, hasn't it? I'm starting to think you're avoiding me.
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As soon as she heard his voice, Weiss drew Myrtenaster and spun the revolver to the red cartridge with a quick glance to Blake as if to confirm what she was doing so the other girl wasn't startled. Their body language had gotten good enough that she felt comfortable that would be enough. Weiss quickly stabbed the tip of her weapon down into the ice. A small ring of fire erupted at roughly ankle height to melt Roman's ice at least loose enough for them to break it with their legs. She could have melted it all the way, but she didn't want to risk burning Blake by doing so.
When the structure of the ice was broken down enough, Weiss pulled Myrtenaster out of the snow and smoothly transitioned into a backhand spring, the ice shattering from her feet as she used the leverage of her upper body weight on the ground to force herself free from the weakened crystallized water. By the time she was back on her feet, she had Myrtenaster up and ready to fight.
Weiss wasn't much for banter when it came to a fight (more being one to complain to Ruby when things weren't getting done at the speed or efficiency she preferred), so she waited to see what move Blake was going to make before making any of her own besides getting the both of them free. ]
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Instinct made her reach for her Gambol Shroud, releasing the blade from the sheath after it had been dormant for far too long. Her eyes gave a scan over to Weiss to read her partner's movements and like always, they were prepared in unison. While Weiss used the Red Dust, Blake shot at the ice around them to loosen and shatter easier.
Turning her gaze upwards, she nearly hissed at the reveal that Torchwick, of all scum, was the one to catch THEM by surprise.
With a rough tug of her leg, feeling a bit more like a cornered animal than a Beacon Huntress, Blake rolled back along the smoothed ice only to stand and shed her heavy coat for freedom of movement.
Glancing at her partner, she said under her breath.] We need backup. I'll distract him and you put the call out. Keep his focus on me and not you.
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[Shame. Roman appreciated a little banter. Ah, well-- that look on Blake's face almost made up for it. He'd had to be so damned careful in Genessia, resorting to stealth while he worked his way back up the food chain. It felt good to see his prey face to face again.]
Well, I think we have a lot of catching up to do. I mean, last time we met, I couldn't even do this!
[With a flourish of his hand he sent a plume of fire at Blake. Then he pulled back and lit a cigar from his fingertips. Sure, he'd have to throw it away as soon as Kitty Cat got serious, but surely he got points for style.]
y'all keep fighting, i have the thread tracked and I'll jump back in when the time is right!
Once she had done everything in the immediate that she could, Weiss quickly positioned herself behind Blake before putting some distance between herself and the others. Far enough that Roman would have to press Blake back to get to her so she hopefully wouldn't be interrupted. Weiss took out her communicator and started pulling up their names for a private message. These things were far less efficient than their scrolls from Remnant, but it wasn't like they really had phone service on those here. ]
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Moving forward, blocking Weiss from Roman's view at least, she scoffed while sliding her foot back, attempting to balance better. She might be part cat, but ice wasn't exactly the greatest of surfaces.]
Why even bother with words? All you do is talk and talk yet you spew nothing but boredom and boast. [She returned and braced herself.
The fire however, made her eyes widen a bit and using the kick off Weiss' aided glyph that at least got her away from direct line of /literal/ fire.
Pushing forward though, she kept herself at all times, between Roman and Weiss, forcing his attention on her.]
So you acquired some flashy magic trick? You couldn't defeat us on your own so you had to force the odds in your favor, huh?
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You say that like it's a bad thing to be have the upper hand! Sorry to rain on your parade, Kitty Cat--
[He means that literally. He summons a shower of hail above the girls, then sends a jet of flame over their heads to melt it over them.]
--but see, preparation is what separates the amateurs from professionals like me.
[Now that they're sufficiently drenched and standing on soggy ground, he sends a bolt of lightning at them.]
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In their world, Dust was a sort of magical element but over her years of being a book worm, Blake knew a different sort of magic when it made itself show. Roman was indeed boasting these new found skills and that was the most worrisome part. When a clearly insane and vindictive person had power it often ended bad for anyone near. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.
The sparks that he had sent forth made the tuff of fluff on her ears puff a bit since it was indeed threatening but what she failed to realize is that her guarding Weiss meant she was about to be vulnerable to the bolt of lightning, especially since they were wet.
All those thoughts spurred in an instant and instinct made her use the dust Weiss gave her, but on Weiss herself.
With quick movements like the shadow she was, Blake sent flames around the ground Weiss was near and used the extra speed boost to shoulder her smaller teammate rather harsh off away from any puddles but for dry spots she made with the fire. However, that resulted in something Blake never predicted.
At first it felt like heartburn.Or like the breaking of one's heart that made their chest swell and tears threaten to spill. Then it felt warmer and warmer until a shrill cry of agony left her in throaty calls.
The bolt had hit directly in her heart. That moment of realization hit her hard, too.
She was a liar.... She told Sun she'd never leave him again... Why did she have to jinx the bit of happiness that passed after Adam breaking her heart? Was this pain revenge for all her sins?
Eyes widen and her weapon dropped with a clank to the ground. A cough and gasp escaped in a blood splatter on the snow and ground in front of her, red like roses and white so cold. Soon to follow was the thud of her knees on the pavement. It still didn't register until she heard the beating of her own heart stop in her ears. Without much of a word other than 'run' she meekly said towards Weiss, Blake slumped over on her side in the snow, lifeless and limp with nothing but tears rolling down her face that instantly froze to ice like crystals and the blood from her lips frozen over like rubies.
Truth be told, she always knew it was fate for Adam to kill her but- since Roman practically was his ally, it was as close to her own prophecy as anything else.
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Ruby, get Yang, Blake and I need help. Torchwick's here and--
[ There was a clatter as her phone flew out of her hands. Perhaps because it had happened so fast, the couple of seconds that Weiss spent staring at Blake with wide eyes after having been shoved far enough out of the way felt like they lingered on an eternity. The harsh shove that got her out of the way of harm had Weiss in the snow, not having expected an assault from Blake at that time. She stared at the unmoving figure in the snow in front of her as she stood up again, almost staggering as she could barely take her eyes off of her. She could see the last word on her friend's lips, but it didn't register. ]
BLAKE-!
[ Her phone wasn't waterproof. The snow caught it after she practically screamed, cutting the phone call off after her panicked voice rang out.
"Run." That'd been what Blake's final words were. But Weiss wasn't part of a team right now. Roman had taken that away from her, left her alone in the cold snow. She can only be a good teammate if there's a team to be a part of, and right now, grief and anger and a strong lean toward fight over flight rushed over her, almost blinding light as she reached for Myrtenaster in the snow, swinging it around quickly before gliding immediately past Blake and toward Roman.
As much wrath as Weiss could show when she was upset about something, pure rage wasn't her thing during battle. It was emotional, plain to see. She couldn't think enough to strategize, she just wanted Roman not to be able to hurt anyone ever again. It was stupid, childish. but Weiss didn't know what else to do. Running felt wrong even if retreat was the best option, grabbing Blake would slow her down and leave her back open to Torchwick and they'd both end up dead, so unless she wanted to escape without Blake, it wasn't a likely scenario. Weiss wouldn't leave Blake there. Not with Torchwick. The only other option was to kill him, and she fully intended to. She wanted to. ]
Suddenly, a massive power trip?! Lemme know if he's getting away too easily.
He started to giggle, but it quickly grew into loud, joyful laughter that shook his whole body. Of course he could take her down! He was Roman Torchwick, and she was just a little girl who had gotten lucky a few times. It seemed silly now, how easily he'd forgotten that. He was powerful and capable and it was a waste of his time to worry over these stupid brats. They had only become such a problem because he'd been walking on eggshells to follow Cinder's plans, staying too cautious to put them in their place. That ended now.
He snapped back to reality as he saw Weiss coming at him. Look at her-- all emotion, no finesse. Pathetic. He waited until the last minute to spin away, ashing his cigar on her shoulder as she passed. Why take her down now when he could savor her defeat instead?
Roger!
Just noticed I swapped to prose, oops. Welp I'll stand by that.
He'd been so busy basking in her rage that he'd gotten a little careless himself. He managed to raise his cane and to deflect the worst of the blow, but the snow didn't offer much traction. He stumbled back a few steps before he regained his footing-- just in time to have to flee from the repulsion glyph.
Right then! Less catharsis, more kicking ass. He flipped his cane for a better grip and fired off a shot at the roof, shaking the building and sending a cascade of snow and ice onto the street below. Roman took advantage of the minor avalanche to get behind Weiss, attempting to pull her into a chokehold with his cane against her throat. It was a little more intimate than his usual fighting style, but he would hate to accidentally kill her too.
All prose means is I have to capitalize my sentences lbr
Phase 3: