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Post by Stanislav Kovac on Mar 6, 2017 17:22:15 GMT -6
[attr="class","ohlove"] [attr="class","lacking"] [attr="class","eyes"]✎ tag: Angélique Paradis ✎ tag: Xanthia, because otherwise you'd never see it ※ words: 541 ✉ notes: Oh gee it would sure suck if Stan got ｃｏａｘｅｄ ｉｎｔｏ ａ ｓｎａｆｕ The wind is blowing Freedom soon will come
She never saw him, she never heard him, she never even knew he was there until he fired the shot, and by then she was already falling down to the earth. Stanislav looked down on the doe and didn’t feel much at all, there was no suffering in its passing, and was only an animal after all. Yet he couldn’t help but think back on his first kill, his father had taken him out into the sand wastes with Noblesse Oblige, his father’s bolt action rifle. Using his father’s shoulder as a rest, he’d taken out a antelope at a modest 100 meters. He felt terrible at the time of course, he didn’t talk to his dad for days. Now he looked back on the memory with an odd nostalgia, there wasn’t the fire in him back then, he didn’t have a temper to lose, or even keep in the first place. It’s an honourable sacrifice, he concluded, kneeling down and slinging the deer over his own shoulders, You gave up your innocence, and in return thousands of other kids get to sleep easy at night, dreaming of being a lawyer or a doctor, instead of man with a gun like you. Yeah, that’s a worthy sacrifice.
With little effort, he stood up, the doe slung across his shoulders. He was dressed in rough cloth clothing, with a slick oiled cloak hung over his shoulders, all of it dyed pitch black to blend in with the shadows. Shifting the weight a little, he checked the watch on his wrist, where a map of the forest was laid out, with a route back to the lodge. With a grunt of approval, he let Fulcrum fall into its sling and began the long trek back to the lodge. All the while he kept thinking back to that day back in the sand wastes. He knew he didn’t care about it anymore, yet it kept on bugging him. Why? He’d have to think on this during his meditation this week, the cognitive dissonance was nearly painful to think about. By the time he’d reached the large wooded lodge, he’d pushed it far, far back into the corners of his mind, filed along with thoughts like This profession is going to kill you, and, You never actually got to have a child hood.
Rather than entering through the main door, he circled around to the shed behind the lodge, it was here where most of the hunters cleaned and skinned their kills. Those that weren’t arseholes, of course. Booting open the door, he laid the carcass on the table, and set about the unpleasant work of removing the undesirable parts of the corpse. He had removed and hung up the pelt, and was busy gutting the deer. when he heard a snapping branch outside, lifting his head he turned to the door. Letting curiosity get the better of him, he pushed it open and stepped out into the twilit evening. He didn’t stop to consider the fact that he was still dressed in a blood stained black cloak, with the hood drawn over his face, and with a excised hear and wicked looking knife in each hand. “Who’s there?” He called out into the woods.
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Post by Angélique Paradis on Mar 7, 2017 1:39:47 GMT -6
 SNAFU It was beautiful evening to a soon to be beautiful night starting a beautiful week and so on and on until we reach "eon" as a measure of time. Our Heroine, after enjoying her dinner which had featured the sad remains of a sad little pig who had met a sad little end... but became something that transcends existence upon its demise: Bacon. It was wrapped around the remains of a chicken, cooked on the barbie and served with oven-baked potatoes which our heroine believed fervently to be gnome eggs. She had spent a comfortable amount of time oozing in a hot bath and got dressed for an evening hike. Today's eye-watering color blend included mismatched knee-high socks, one patterned with stars, the other with hearts; blue shorts under a purple skirt and a rainbow t-shirt under a way-too-long-sleeved green sweater. Add to that a nigh unlimited assortment of toy jewelry, friendship bracelet, hair pins and a big red bow in her pink hair.
She jumped into her red all-star converse and went out for a stroll in the woods behind the academy. Angie was quite literally in her own head, which is the vessel of a brain made of cotton candy and sparkles. She was imagining and quite almost living, epic battles in her version of Remnants which was filled with love, friendship and magical fluffy creatures. After an hour or so of daydreaming and imaginary fighting against the wicked ennemies of everything nice and pink, she got thrown back into reality by the beeping of her watch announcing that it was almost time for an episode of her favorite TV show (which of course featured a girl struggling with puberty at school and fighting evil as a magical hero of justice after class). She looked around and saw only greenery and trees in the growing darkness. Angélique was not lost. She was not the kind of person who got lost. It was just that, at the moment, while she knew exactly where SHE was, she didn't know the position of anywhere else.
This needed a change in Geo-positioning so she started skipping happily while humming to herself and that's when she came across the cabin in the woods. Someone was bound to be there! Angie set a course for the lodge and that's when she saw the horror and gasped. The shadiest of shady shades, covered in the life blood of... something! Double Gasp! And still wielding the weapons that committed the crime! Triple Gasp! She (after rolling up her sleeves a bit) fished in the recesses of her skirt (don't ask) and produced her Raising Heart! The various levels of gaspingness transformed into an intake of breath the like of which has seldom been seen and her squeaky, determined adolescent voice echoed for a long time throughout the tree.
"Halt Evildoer! For you are not looking at the average girl but at a marvelous Heroine of Justice! From this day hence, you will regret the foul atrocities you have commuted in the name of darkness and evil as I bear down on you with the light of justice! I will punish twelve-folds the harm you have done to the lives of innocents and cleanse your sorry soul in the radiance of my righteousness! Are your teeth chattering? Are you knees trembling? You feel a shiver creeping up your spine? All those emotions are what your helpless victims felt whenever they had to look at you from the wrong end of your weapon! I am the messenger of love! I am the answer to all living things that cry out for peace! I am protector of the innocent! I am the light in the darkness! I am Truth! Ally to good, nightmare to you! All you foul powers will be rendered helpless before my shining powers of friendship! A Heart that revels in darkness is nothing but a sad and powerless husk in the face of one that is filled with light and love! From the depth of my soul, from the love of my heart, I draw the power to defeat evil! O wicked being who would cause harm unto others, receive judgement from the heroine of light!"
She pointed the cartoon-looking star of her wand towards the titan covered in blood, a determined look burning in her azur-colored eyes as she started to actually glow from a pinkish-white light. The wind stopped blowing and an echo of rhythm was coming from far away, a clear sign that she was gradually activating her semblance. Woe unto the Evildoer!
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Post by Stanislav Kovac on Mar 8, 2017 13:28:31 GMT -6
[attr="class","ohlove"] The wind is blowing Freedom soon will come
Raising a hand he tried to interject “Ah I can see why you’d think that, but really I’m just a regular…” He slowly lowered the hand when he realised she wasn’t really bothering to listen. With a heavy sigh he returned to the shed, appearing a few minutes later to find her still spewing her vitriol into the empty space where he once stood. With a shrug, he shed the heavy oiled cloak and took Fulcrum in both hands, before quietly walking behind her, toggling the feed interrupter, loading a beanbag round into the chamber, pressing the muzzle into the small of her back, and pulling the trigger. The word exploded in a shower of sparks as the round impacted against her flanks, sending her sprawling face first into the floor. “We’ll be having none of that, thank you. Not that I don’t appreciate the effort, its just the whole glowing business is a bit off putting.” He said, cycling the rifle and plucking the spent cartridge out of the air, why waste money buying new brass when it came free out the back of the gun? Letting the gun fall back into the sling he knelt down, pressing a knee into her back with just enough force to pin her, but not enough to hurt.
Flicking the wand out of her grasp, he pulled the overly long sleeves of her jumper over her hands, before tying a double knot over each. Her hands rendered ineffectual noodles he pulled the rest of the jumper up over her head, tying a similar knot over her head and tucking the remaining slack into her waistband. With a nod he stood back up, rolling his shoulders and adding, “By the time you get out of that, you’ll have probably got some sense in you. Feel free to join me inside afterwards, I’m having a bit of venison for dinner, not sure if you partake in meat but still… ” He trailed off again, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “Listen I’m assuming you were trying to murder me there, I am being quite nice under the circumstances… See you in a bit?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he returned to the shed, exiting with a large deer leg a few moment later, before bounding up the steps and into the lodge. He had almost forgotten about the strange girl by the time he’d laid a slab of venison over the grill. I should probably check if she’s hungry, he pondered for a moment eh, wait till its cooked.
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Post by Angélique Paradis on Mar 16, 2017 1:05:19 GMT -6
 SNAFU Thanks to the fact that Angie's body is soft and squishy, the beanbag merely propulsed her forward where she met the stone floor of the shack's entryway with a good night kiss. She awoke several minutes later in a daze and realized that she was surrounded by pitch blackness. She panicked and went from silent to full narrative in 1,73 seconds.
"What is this? Have I been banished to some dimension of darkness? Have I been locked up in a foul and evil... albeit warm and comfy... prison? Have my ennemis found my true identity and attacked me in a moment of weakness? This cannot be! I must find a way out of this predicament!"
Angélique got up and made the sensible thing that anyone in her current situation would have done: She started running around in circles, waving her arms aimlessly as she ran. She met the lodge's wall with a sudden and abrupt hug that ending with a resonating thud that bounced her back and threw her in a patch of tall grass.
"Oh no! The tendrils of darkness have gotten a hold of me! They will surely do unspeakable things to and/or on me that won't be rated for general audiences! Woe is I! Is my name to be forgotten but only remembered being closed door, in a legend whispered when foul wind blow agale to discourage young heroes to face the Dark Tyrant lest their name be added to this sad tale? There must be a way out of this somber cell whose nightmarishness is only comparable to the designs festering in the minds of the servants of Darkness!"
She got up and resumed her circular running patterns while flailing her noodly arms madly and this time hit a tree trunk with a squishy onomatopoeia that can only be conveyed to text as "parp". She bounced again and rolled back to the stone path leading to the lodge. All that moving around and hitting things with her body had loosened the lock of her prison and her head emerged back into the night air. She looked around, confused at first then set her sights on her hands, still bound by the sleeves of her sweater that have been tied into knots. Angie got up and gave some half-hearted flicks of her sleeves and looked at them, amused... before bursting out laughing. That was awesome! She couldn't do anything unless she found a way to wriggle out of her sweater... which she wouldn't want to do seeing as how cold the air was becoming. She shivered and pushed open the door to the shack and sat down in front of the titan, staring daggers at him with an undignified pout.
"What have you done with my magic wand, Mr. Nameless King? I see that you have used your evil powers of knot-making to prevent me from using my hands but I'll manage to get out of it, you mark my words. Also, pardon my rudeness but, could I bother you for a cup of tea? or water? Anything really, all this talking and running has made me quite thirsty and I seem to have forgotten to bring some sort of beverage with me... If that is not too much trouble and that you have some to share, of course."
Being hostage of a servant of the Dark Lord doesn't mean that you could throw your manners out the window.
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Post by Stanislav Kovac on Mar 21, 2017 16:41:31 GMT -6
[attr="class","ohlove"] [attr="class","lacking"] [attr="class","eyes"]✎ tag: Angélique Paradis✎ tag: Xanthia※ words: 400ish? ✉ notes: 15 aura used, 160/175. I’d say wait for Argent and Ciela to reply now. The wind is blowing Freedom soon will come
Stanislav had used too high a heat when grilling the meat. Admittedly this was his first time grilling venison, so he really couldn’t be expected to have a handle for times and heat yet. However, it didn’t excuse the fact that the cut of meat was almost charred on the outside, but only just safe to eat on the inside. He’d discovered this rather unpleasant realisation about five seconds after he’d taken his first bite, and had to resist the urge not to spit it out. Still, Stan was never one to run from his own mistakes, so he elected to bottle up his revulsion and continue eating. He was about to finish up and cook another pierce to a higher standard, in order to offer it to the would-be assassin, when he heard her slam open the door and come barging towards the kitchen where he sat. He heard the doorknob rattle, before her hand, lacking any real traction, slipped off the handle. Evidently undeterred, and on her third attempt, she charged into the room and taking a seat opposite him. He’d be more cautious, but she couldn’t really threaten him in her current state, what with her limb’s en-noodled and what not. Clearing his throat he tried to think of a way to phrase this “Well… Welcome my name is Stan of Vytal Academy, not Dark Lord Murder Smash or whatever you were calling me. I’d offer you a seat but you’ve already taken it.”
“You mean you didn’t bring your… wand? With you when you came in?” He only seemed to realise how strange that sentence was about halfway through, taking a moment to make sure he’d gotten it right before continuing. Nodding along in poorly forged understanding as she rattled off, wincing slightly when she went and ignored his name again. “Well, listen, I would like to call a truce now. See I’d very much like you to,” he tried to find the correct way to phrase this, chewing it over until he found the right phrase, “Stop… Stop doing… what you’re doing. It’s my guess you want to get your wand back, and food while we’re at it? We both have things to gain here then. Assuming I’m right, settle down and we’ll sort this out. We can work this out?”
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Post by Angélique Paradis on Mar 25, 2017 15:06:24 GMT -6
SNAFU An offering of food? Although this enemy was oblivious to the proper rules of a confrontation between Heroine and the current story arc's antagonist, he was at least... kind of... nice? She'd happily grab a slice of whatever the titan was going to offer, even if was the charred carcass of a beautiful doe. Angie, even through her rose colored cloud of fantasy, was vaguely aware that bacon was the tortured (but delicious) remains of a cute little piggy and that eggs, which she consumed more or less every morning with the tasty fried slices of cuteness were basically stillborn chickens. The world was not perfect enough so that big juicy steaks grew on trees and we had to settle with cows. The magical heroine of light could ignore the grim steps needed for the transformation of animals into meat as a valuable alternative to the sad and bacon-less way of life that was vegetarianism which was just unhealthy by her standards.
"When I woke up, I was entangled in your dark imprisonment spell that bestows upon you the power of dominion over clothing. I only managed to break the first layer of this curse as you can see." She wiggled her trapped arms needlessly "So I took for granted that you had confiscated my weapon of choice so that you could conveniently continue your... cooking? Yes Cooking! Evil and ill-natured cooking that smells delicious... and yes, please, if you're offering I'll gladly take a piece of whatever you're preparing, I'm starving!"
She spewed that entire speech wearing a huge smile, managing to only break character at the end. You get hungry fast when you talk so much. She was concentrated on undoing the knots in her sleeves and the fact that her sweater had been tucked into her skirt was constricting her tentacles to the point where she could seldom move them inside the sleeves at all, she settled them in a confortable position by simply wrapping them around her torso while she continued wriggling her hands, poking the knots to try and loosen them. She stuck the tip of her tongue out in a scowl of concentration and after a couple seconds decide it was getting boring and stopped, pouting childishly at the big man with an air of "You haven't seen the last of me".
"By the way, Mr. Sta... Mr. Nameless King, I'll assume that you're new at villaining as a gesture of good faith I'll tell you how it works when you encounter the Heroine for the first time. You have to wait until I finish my entry monologue, then you do your Bad Guy speech and then we fight, I beat you, and you can chose to either see the light and repent your evil ways, flee to lick your wounds and come back later for out ultimate encounter or simply... I don't really know, disappear and never be seen again?"
She looked around the lodge and saw that her wand was not anywhere to be seen she got up, fidgeted with the doorknob again and managed to get the door open after a certain amount of trying. Outside she started looking around the area where she may have woken up, still wearing her dumb, childish smile. She was having fun.
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