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on Mon Jan 21, 2019 12:52 am

Alisa





WORDS: 400 | TAG: @daiko | HUNTER




The demons had really done a number on the city. Not so much the physical damage which had mostly been repaired in a matter of days, but psychologically. An understandable result of hordes of demons being spewed into your idyllic town, and unleashing hell on every day people. Those who fell into their grasp suffered gruesome fates, and even then the survivors envied the dead. The city had much to heal from, and some scars possibly never might. But it would come back stronger in the end, and if by any chance the demons ever raided again, they'd hardly count themselves as lucky as they did the first time. That said, Alisa deemed it her mission to ensure that if remained as big as possible:

"And that means neutralizing whoever would think of summoning them back in.", mused the sculptress, currently hot on the trail of a specific lead, having relying on her myriad connections to identify a creepy old house. After asking many reliable sources where could psychotic cultist hole themselves up, she wound up with a variety of lists from different people, and this place consistently showed up there. An old, abandoned house which by all accounts should have been claimed by homeless, and yet, none seemed too keen on getting too close to it. Quite the opposite, they seemed to avoid it like the plague, "And by the looks of it, I can hardly blame them...", she acknowledged, scratching her head as she looked over that delapidated manor, "...Though it warrants investigation nonetheless."

Ah, so this was the house. Even this late at night, Alisa knew better than simply hack and slash her way in. Even if they were cultists, dirty deeds as such were best done without being traced back to her. Thus, she stalked around the house, wondering on the best way to make her way in stealthily, retaining a way out once she'd finished butchering all the occupants... Far less gruesomely than anything the demons might have done, and they'd get no further kindess from her. Walking around the house, she finally found a conspicuous hole in the wall behind it, giving way into a large garden. Under the cover of darkness, without many of her signature spells, the sculptress proceeded quietly, eyes on her surroundings, ready to draw her sword in the blink of an eye.

Who knows what she may find in this old place...



Strength is also Beauty



"New year, new day~"
- Alisa Vollan

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on Mon Jan 21, 2019 3:00 am

Daiko Flayme
Coda cawed loudly in the air, sheltering her reddish tints under the late, darkening sky. Normally, Daiko would be back at the Horizon Apartments by now to ready up for some sleep, but a certain event led up by a clue resulted in him seeking out this particular building. Most people left it alone as it was presumed homeless for the longest time. At one point, Daiko thought the same, but then demons arrived…

He never wished to see Orchidia go through such horrors again. Despite his greatest efforts to thin out the attackers, people lost lives and left behind shattered feelings in several families - the city was scarred, to say the least. It would likely heal up in good time, but Daiko was a little too emotional to think about that first. Who would? After these horrifying images in his head, he couldn’t help but feel strangely drawn towards his very next moves. He had a hunch that the demons weren’t relying on themselves throughout their failed conquest; often, a conquest or mission would deem successful if aided by multiple figures.

He got the idea that humans might have been involved in the attack - pityingly at their own town - back when he overheard a conversation at the market streets. Some dude with a beanie talked with one of the local merchants about ‘the goods in all aspects of life, even this’ and the merchant laughed at him with the response… well, it was faint in his memory, but it was something about ‘there’s more to it’ and ‘I’ll show you where I keep it’. It was mostly the first person’s quotes that interested Daiko, because after having your town mauled by demons and slipping out with big injuries, you wouldn’t normally find anything good in that.

Come on, anything good in a demonic raid? Anything good in watching your loved ones bleed out? Was it even relevant for a merchant to talk about it in public?

He should have been closer to the merchant and his fella with the beanie, but when they followed each other across the street, Daiko decided to follow after them. With that, he found the manor and debunked its status as uninhabited and even restricted due to the two men entering the house and staying there until the sun began to set. That was now, and Daiko had enough of waiting - he needed to quench his hunch with some solid investigation.

With Coda in the air, he wanted to ensure himself that there weren’t any people nearby the garden, because luckily, he found a hole that he could crawl through. The darkness would be annoying, though, but a tolerant companion as he should avoid getting spotted… and that prompted him to use his Thermal Vision.

Coda’s squawk, however, braked him in his track as he had just passed the hole - she must have spotted someone nearby. He was suddenly in the air and stuck onto a branch to a nearby tree, hoping that he got out of sight in time. With his Thermal Vision, he proceeded to see more properly… and noticed one person in the same area as him, only a dozen meters away. Their body’s heat signatures were heavily focused around their torso, almost inhumanly.

Most would assume Coda for a random crow by now. Her happy squawks indicated something irregular to Daiko - was it a friend?

“… They’ve closed most windows here. Bad move,” he assured the stranger whom he had yet to identify due to the darkness. Soon, his eyes would adapt… hopefully…

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on Mon Jan 21, 2019 8:16 pm

Alisa





WORDS: 500 | TAG: @daiko | HUNTER




The demons had really done a number on the city. Not so much the physical damage which had mostly been repaired in a matter of days, but psychologically. An understandable result of hordes of demons being spewed into your idyllic town, and unleashing hell on every day people. Those who fell into their grasp suffered gruesome fates, and even then the survivors envied the dead. The city had much to heal from, and some scars possibly never might. But it would come back stronger in the end, and if by any chance the demons ever raided again, they'd hardly count themselves as lucky as they did the first time. That said, Alisa deemed it her mission to ensure that if remained as big as possible:

"And that means neutralizing whoever would think of summoning them back in.", mused the sculptress, currently hot on the trail of a s
Indeed, Alisa recognized this squawking all too well, well enough not to see it as a threat. If not as close as Arisa herself, she recognized this telltale cry as belonging to a rather familiar bird, in turn the partner of one of her few friends in Lamia Scale. Give it to a reclusive loner like the sculptress to have few people whom she'd regularly acknowldge as friends among a myriad acquaintances.

"If one ois here, then the other must be nearby", she concluded, promptly halting her advance for the time being. Coda's appeared couldn't simply boil down to a mere coincidence, no, not at this hour, not after what happened in Orchidia. Instead, she paused and looked up at the sky, that long, lustruous raven hair whipping around behind her, all but shimmering under the moon's gleam, one those occasional moments where it's radiant silver light pierced through the thin veil of clouds. Keeping a watchful eye on the moolit guarding, she carefully watched the figure approaching her. Firm, confident belief it might be a friend helped her stay mostly relaxed, with that faint, laid back smile on her face, and yet knowing she could have been mistaken, she kept guard nonetheless, only to chuckle as the Lamia boy finally spoke up, "Surely I could find a way around that... Or throught it, wouldn't you agree~...?"

With this playfully teasing greeting, the woman stepped out from under large, shaded tree under which she'd concealed herself letting that silvery light, tucking one flowing tress of dark hair behind her ear, gazing the Lamia's form head to toe, only glancing upwards to see what the mischievous bird had gotten up to. Keeping an eye in the sky no doubt; he must have come here for the same reason as Alisa herself, and in that case, he wouldn't yield that aerial advantage so easily. At least, she hoped he wouldn't. Resting a hand on her hip, she smiled:

"You look well, Daiko~. Seems I'll have to ask you, what you've been up to since we last met.", she greeted, chuckling softly, waiting for the Lamia youth to move closer. He'd come her for the same reason she did, and even if Alisa preferred working alone, she'd rather cooperate and pool their resources than trying to mount two separate operations getting in each other's way, "Let us move on... If they blocked the windows, that merely works to our advantage."

She glanced aside, back towards the house where the big bad, hopelessly deluded cultists might possibly be holing themselves in, her eyes narrowing cool and menacingly, like a hunter locking on to her target, ready to fight ruthelessly if she just so happened to have found the enemy's hideout. Despite her solitary tendencies, losing her magic had given her a newfound appreciation for allies', like cards to be played, and used to contribute to their defense in the process. Quietly, she'd walk over to the side of the house, circling around it:

"How much do you bet we'll find an opening here somewhere...", she all but whispered, running her hands along the aged, vine covered woods



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"New year, new day~"
- Alisa Vollan

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on Wed Jan 23, 2019 7:24 am

Daiko Flayme
“… Oh, oh yeah, I bet,” he replied with a surprised tone. He obviously held big expectations of Alisa’s prowess ever since they met back in Baska for the first time, but intruding any house with the windows opened felt inevitably foolish for a rhino-mind like his. To each their own, he thought. If not for Daiko’s direct command earlier, Coda would have dived down to greet Alisa as joyfully as she always intended to. However, ‘tacklehugging’ in what could possibly be enemy territory sounded… unneeded.

Don’t worry, Coda, you’ll have your fun soon.

It had been what felt like years. Of course, Daiko was delightful to meet a good, old friend once more and realize that things hadn’t grown away or rebooted their entire familiarities. With a cheerful face, he leapt down from the tree and softly landed on the grassy surface of the garden only a meter away from Alisa. Now, he was able to fully fathom her appearance, and truth be told, he wasn’t good at this sort of thing by telling people that ‘they had grown’ or ‘you’ve surely changed over the years’ and stuff. That often made him look a little harder than one would expect from him, but he didn’t want to be mean to her.

“Ditto. You look… more refined of a warrior,” he let out. Uh, Daiko, what did that mean, exactly? He wanted to converse with his own self about those terms, but Alisa reminded him that he came here for a reason other than meeting up with a voluptuous pal. They were both on the hunt for those either responsible or plotting to aid the demons from the previous incursion. His town was to be protected from such madmen.

The manor was old in itself and in its entirety - it was built around the very foundation of the town itself, and ever since the previous owner died, the building had been left out without any residents. It was partly due to it never being put up for sale for some odd reason. Such an old building could easily crumble under the force of a single spell… but that was reckless. Daiko shouldn’t destroy the old structure.

“I mean, we could always find an open window… or perhaps knock on the door and lock someone out-“ he suggested in a worried tone. He wasn’t sure if those plans were fool-proof, but his feet braked and turned his attention towards a wooden cellar shaft. “… Or we could surprise them from beneath,” he then suggested with more confidence as he advanced towards the shaft, letting Coda watch outside and keep her squawks low until anything suspicious arrived.

“Who leaves a tomb open like this… wait, this isn’t a treasure room- wait, what even is this? An entrance?”

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on Wed Jan 23, 2019 8:05 pm

Alisa





WORDS: 500 | TAG: @daiko | HUNTER



"Now what's that supposed to mean~?", she inquired, with a playful hint of mischief, her eyes narrowing as she crossed her arms, a feigned, impishly offended look. Of couse, she didn't care little for it, realizing her Lamia friend wasn't too good at the reuinion thing.

Though he did get it right, perhaps more than he might realize. Alisa had traded away her Crystal Magic, and the replacement had so far been too difficult to control to be reliably used in battle. Not one to make excuses for it, the sculptress instead turned to what other skillset she could fight with, her skills as a warrior. Mind you, even if she did have her magic, Alisa might have considered flushing the enemies out with a spell. Daiko could do this even better by setting it on fire, flushing the enemies outside where they'd be waiting. Alas, that would leave them in the dark as to whatever might have happened in there. Even if they caught the enemies, they'd know nothing of what might have went on inside, and could easily be deceived. Which left them on the only real course of action - Break in:

"We could, though we'd lose the element of surprise.", Alisa noted, cupping her chin, raising an eyebrow tinged with uncertainty. Though she obviously had little to fear from such cultists, she didn't really want them destroying evidence, anything that might lead her to others like them, other callous mages who'd be willing to let Demons into their own town to hurt this or that neighbour they hated. The mere though had her clicking her tongue, though Daiko's next suggested pleased her, and she flashed him an approving grin, "I like that plan."

Ordinarily one might think evil cultists wouldn't do anything but cooping themselves up underground, but here, they had the whole house to themselves. They had a fair chance of finding the basement unguarded, or simply discovering a discreet entrance from which they could break in undetected:

"Idiots who don't know better, that's who.", answered the sculptress, crouching beside it, only taking care with that cumbersome, colossal sword on her back. At times like these she really missed her old Katana, or even better, the legendary sword Bakuzan. For all it's power, Yoru weighted her down and carrying a massive cross on your back is anything but stealthy when you need to be. But when it came to hunting demons, she could ask for no better weapon, and thus, she flipped open that cellar shaft and looked inside, standing back upright and grabbing her sword. For a moment she wondered if the crossguard might fit through it, and thus held somewhat diaginally, taking up the least horizontal space as she could, "I see no obstruction or any deadly traps waiting for us..."

Even as she said this, the moon's light illuminated down that hole, revealing nothing but dust, dirt and leaves that the wind had blown inside. Confirming the way was safe, she looked at Daiko, nodded, and jumped in. Bending her those long, toned legs, she absorbed the momentum from the minute drop, falling down on her feet with naught but a huff inside a dank, moldy basement, almost in pitch black darkness as she turned around and waited for a similar soft thud, signalling her impromptu teammate had joined her in the enemy's turf.




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on Sun Jan 27, 2019 3:37 am

Daiko Flayme
Surprise from beneath was likely the ideal goal for them both now. And thanks to this strange structure, they could enter the basement with little to no issue. It was obviously a huge jab in the groin for the assumed cultists in the house to leave the basement that vulnerable, but Daiko had trouble expecting precisely enough from them. Maybe they planted traps down there and left the… tomb hole way open for them to walk straight into their hands.

… Well, Alisa couldn’t see any traps inside. Were the residents really that confident? They would regret that soon enough. “Sucks for them.”

Daiko quickly jumped in after Alisa signaled their descent. His feet planted a little heavier, but upon regaining his foothold, he looked around to realize the gloominess and lack of light. This required some lighting, in which Daiko opened his palm and manifested a minor fire. Its glamour and blaze was as recognizable as ever, and its heat lit up the basement revealing not only the dusty settlement, but also the layers of cloth covering what looked like new furniture.

There was a cloth that showed the outline of a little chest, too. Not knowing, the other cloths revealed tables with various instruments and tools for cutting and extracting organs and body parts, recognizable for people who professed in the medicinal labor.

Above them were footsteps from more than one person. The footsteps were casual and slow-paced, so they must’ve entered unnoticed.

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on Mon Jan 28, 2019 12:16 am

Alisa





WORDS: 300 | TAG: @daiko | HUNTER



Daiko joined her underground quickly enough, and Alisa might have reconsidered her decision to break in from underground had she not known who she'd be partnering up with. Predictably enough, once the fire mage dropped down and found himself in pitch black darkness, he immeditaley conjured them a nice, cozy lighting, enough so he'd find Alisa calmly expecting him, arms crossed as she looked at him and spoke:

"Quite the convenient magic for the task at hand~", noted Alisa, not missing how both of her Lamia friends could have managed this in a way the sculptress herself couldn't have, and neither could most of her guildmates in Blue Pegasus. Before having lost her magic, she could have easily moved around in the darkness with her Geomancy spell, "Come on, let's see what these boys get up to on their spare time."

With those words, Alisa nodded to the exit of the little room they found themselves in, seeking the exit to this dank, modly cellar. Good thing the house was abandoned, had any wine been stored here it would most certainly have spoiled by now. Narrowing her eyes at the eerie set of tools, Alisa approached them, wondering if she'd find any with fresh looking bloodstains, or even lacking that thick coat of dust just about anything else here had garnered:

"Some of these look quite... Clean...", noted the woman, running a finger over an oddly clean scalped, narrowing her eyes and looking towards the stairs climbing up. "Suspicious..."

As they progressed further into the creaky, derelict house, The sculptress would occasionally notice odd markings in this or that wall. As she heard those footsteps though, she reached for the hilt, standing at alert primed to whip her big black sword out at any moment and swing it at the face of any enemies who came their way, proceeding stealthily towards where the footsteps were coming from.



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"New year, new day~"
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on Mon Jan 28, 2019 4:45 am

Daiko Flayme
”Heh,” Daiko chuckled. His magic used to be more convenient in the past, but that was a story for another day. He was assured that Alisa would find out eventually, especially if they had to engage into combat soon. For now, however, they held the element of surprise, and this place… it fed their curiosities. What was with carpeting the tables and furniture like this? Was it because that the house was about to be bought? Daiko had heard nothing of this, and given the infamy that this manor had, he would have likely overheard it at some point. Then again, he wasn’t exactly a governing body of Orchidia, so his own judgements were ultimately rash.

The scalpel was clean? That sure gave a creeping aura out and caused Daiko’s back to twitch a little. “*gulp*…” was all that escaped his mouth as a comment to that. In the end, it just impacted his goal to eliminate any reattempts at summoning the demons from before. Luckily, his attention switched to the same footsteps that Alisa might have acted upon as she was holding her large sword- wait a second, he recognized that sword. That was funny.

The footsteps approached the door. A change of pace, this intrusion had taken. And it sounded like two people’s steps overlapping and consecutively following each other. Perhaps a little more spying would reveal more to the story - especially since they found themselves in the area of investigation, hidden among the home-feeling strangers. “We could find out from the main men themselves,” he explained to Alisa, “Let’s hide. They’re coming.”

His voice was lowered, because he didn’t want to deafen out the sound of the footsteps approaching the door atop a staircase that would lead down to the basement where a single turn would take the strangers to the room where the two wizards were located. The Fire Mage discussed to himself whether if he should try and hear out their own little chit-chat down here by finding a proper hiding place - he was aiming for a covered wardrobe - or if he should try his luck and take them both by surprise, thus gaining two subjects of interrogation.

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on Mon Jan 28, 2019 8:00 pm

Alisa





WORDS: 400 | TAG: @daiko | HUNTER



He was right though... Simply breaking in and taking down all the cultists would be ridiculously easy, and yet, Alisa hadn't exactly come here to kill them all. At least, not without finding out what they were up to, if they had anything to do with the invasion and if so what exactly had they done. Depending on which she may or may not decide to erase any trace of whatever summoning ritual they'd been working towards, making sure no other hopeful cultists could follow the same path:

"Mmm... Lay low and put the light out.", urged the sculptress, resting her hand on his shoulder as she crouch beside the stairwell, hiding in a dusty, cobweb riddled shadow few would even think of looking towards, especially after getting used to this old cellar. Enough to keep their presence a secret until they found more than just circumstancial evidence to decide what they'd do with them, "We'll hide under the stairs."

Right now, the worst that could happen was for these cultists to start erasing the precious evidence. To prevent this, Alisa hid in the shadows, under the stairs as the footsteps reached closer until she could see two men in robes making their way down. There was indeed a lot of chitchat here, Alisa might have even rolled her eyes if not for the knowledge of how this otherwise mundane people had likely involved themselves with something very big and very dangerous.

"...By the way, did you hear about the Holy knights...? I hear they're mobilizing in Baska.", said one cultist, turning to his buddy, in that moment where the conversation lost that casual vibe

"Hah! As if any the Knight could stop our Lords from the Abyss. This is good news brother, once they all die, our lives will get much easier.", in response the other could only laugh, almost a scoff

Well... That really just told them all they needed to know. Alisa's brow twitched as she heard it, not really surprised to see what she already knew, how some humans show far too great a love for violent, animalistic creatures over their fellow humans... But as someone with a personal grudge against Dark Mages like these who'd all too gladly turn Earthland into the demons' playground, she couldn't help feel a budding rage growing between her teeth, taking a deep breath to rein herself in before whispering:

"Once they get come back... I'll take them down.", she stated, leaving it to Daiko to decide whether to help bringing down the cultists or simply watching her back and making sure no others came to help.



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- Alisa Vollan

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on Tue Jan 29, 2019 7:45 am

Daiko Flayme
The fire lighting up the room died out quickly as Daiko heard Alisa’s words. Apparently, under the stairs would be a better hiding spot than a wardrobe - imagine the situation where the residents would open the robe and find a Fire Mage in it. That sure could screw everything over, even cause them to scream. That would, in return, alert the entire building.

Yeah, good idea. Daiko quickly hid behind Alisa under the same staircase. It was likely safer this way. His hair blended perfectly in with the jet-black surroundings that lacked light without his fire magic. But he didn’t need that long enough, because the guys whose voices he recognized entered the room from a door upstairs. They were… in high spirits. This was sickening, Daiko already wanted to pummel them both and throw them out the windows.

The cultists were located in the middle of the previous room where Daiko and Alisa were before, in the presence of the cloaked furniture. A little more chit-chat, but they didn’t seem to bother talking about the equipment around. Alisa was bent on taking them down soon as she expressed so to Daiko, in which he responded quietly: “… After that, we probably have to heed upstairs… it would be nice to have an invisibility spell available here. Unless if anyone could pretend to be a cultist, they’d just spot us instantly.”

There were badges on the two cultists, much to Daiko’s unknowing. As he watched the staircase, which was the likable gateway for ambush and surprises, the takedown relied on Alisa and her show of battle arts.

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on Sun Feb 03, 2019 12:55 am

Alisa





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Taking down the two of them at once was outrageously easy, making one wonder what business these pitiful men had thinking they could actually have any influence on the mighty demons they seemed so hellbent on summoning. Truly, creatures from the Abyss would look to these worshippers and seen nothing but free meat, as slaves, food, or worse. Alisa hid with her back pressed against a corner, lying in ambush where the cultists would soon pass on the way back. Her eyes narrowed, body loosened in preparation to snap forwards into a strike, alert, ready to spring out at any moment. Using the enemies' voices to guide her. The moment their robed forms came into view, she dashed in, stepping forth into a thundering right backfist, right into the jaw of the first cultist. At the same time her left hand shot forth, seizing his brethren by the face, covering his mouth with her palm as she proceeded to grab them both as such and visiously smash their heads into each other, knocking both out in a single, flowing motion.

Despite the visible rage just barely hiding beneath the surface, Alisa held back from killing the two outright, but with that kind of impact, she'd have surely turned the two into brain damaged, retarded vegetables. She'd wipe her hands as she was done with them, wondering if she'd better stash the unconscious bodies somewhere they wouldn't be found, just in case, or finish them off. She doubted she'd get much information out of them anyway... But it was Daiko who offered a good alternatives

"That... Is a very good idea... That's exactly what we need to scout out their little base and see what we have to work with.", Alisa nodded, crossing her arms, listening attentively to her teammate's insight as she crossed her arms, cupping her chin. Even though he missed or possibly dismissed a solution to his own suggestion, as Alisa look down her eyes came to rest atop the cultists. They had roughly the same height as the two of them give or take a centimeter, and the loose robes could conceal a wide variety of body shapes, and cover faces as well, "They may have badges, but, I'll bet we can still use these to get close, before they realize anything's up. When they do, we'll know how many they are, and have them within striking distance."

Quickly stripping the robe off one, leaving him in plain underwear, Alisa, slipped her head through the hole, letting the loose, dark linen garment hang off her body, concealing her curves for the most part, save for a faintly noticeable swell on her chest from where the rest of the cloth draped loosely.



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on Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:52 am

Daiko Flayme
… Oh yeah. Daiko just saw the robes that the two cultists were wearing; those could fit into anyone with such vast… sizes? Width? They were large cloaks, and they would surely make anyone fit in with the crowd. He nodded back to Alisa’s suggestion and stripped a robe off the other guy as they both donned them without a second thought. It was weird to just leave the guys in their underwear down here in the basement, however; what if they woke up and caused a ruckus? Daiko swopped them both into the wardrobe from before and locked it shut.

Well… Daiko couldn’t help but eye her chest. It did stick out - a lot, even, in his eyes. “… L-Let’s just hope they know where your eyes are,” he spoke to her before walking towards the staircase. With creaking sounds from the old wood of the steps, the Fire Mage advanced upwards until he reached the door. With one hand, he would swipe it open and enter a hallway that led to the living room… a room filled with other cultists wearing the exact same type of robes.

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on Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:16 pm

Alisa





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Once they had their robes, Daiko immediately went to lock the two where they wouldn't be found. Smart... Had Alisa not lost her magic, she'd have definitely pictched her two cents there, and locked the closet inside a crystal monolith for good measure. Now she did have a... Rather big problem on hand, and not even the one he suggested, getting a playful chuckle from the sculptress:

"How subtle of you sweetie. Guess that tells me where yours are~", teased the sculptress, never one to let such a witty little quip pass without a reply, crossing her arms just enough to heft that generous, expansive bosom he seemed to pay so much attention to. Well, she wouldn't trust a guy under the age of twenty to know where her eyes were anyway. Which begged the question, was he still a teenager, technically... The question weighed upon the sculptress' head, narrowing her eyes quizzically and finally uttering what might appear a completely random question lest have been following the same train of thought, "How old are you anyway...?"

Before going up the staircase, Alisa looked to her sword. She'd really rather not leave it here, in the basement, and instead picked it up and strapped it to her back. If anybody asked, she'd found it on the way down, and could always pull that 'Look what I found' act. Nonetheless, she very much planned on dropping it around somewhere along the way.

"Keep an eye out... I'll need a place where I can put my sword where it won't be found, and where I can get to it in a hurry."


Strength is also Beauty



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on Tue Feb 12, 2019 4:31 am

Daiko Flayme


True to familiarity, she was as sly as he remembered her. Catching Daiko in his breath and causing a flustered slash shamed burst of reddish colors to spread on his face, clearly not having been in the same page as Alisa concerning her ‘monstrous’ chest size. His eyes weren’t… well… they weren’t ALWAYS on her chest, but give the lad a break here! If his first encounter with this voluptuous statue involved picking a grass knot from her butt, then he would obviously have trouble with his face just remembering such events and thus cause a war with his own self-consciousness over the case of whether he was perving or simply overwhelmed thanks to his primitive naivety.

His eye twitched a little, but he had to move on, so his reply consisted of: “Hrmph…” The staircase made loud, cracking noises, so he had a hunch that those upstairs sub-consciously awaited the two previous cultists’ re-arrival now. Either that, or they were minding their own businesses.

“What, you already know my- oh, wait, yeah,” he quickly tried to reply to her under a rather quiet breath, “I may look a little skinny and smaller, but I’m 20… wait, what am I talking about, there’s nothing wrong with my body…!” Truth be told, his physique had changed clearly. Before his magic evolved into a Takeover Magic, Daiko felt like having a regular build among most men. He wasn’t that oblivious to beauty ideals and the likes, but when his Fire Magic got some phoenix stuff boiling up, his physique slowly thinned out his arms, legs and height. It made him collect less resistance from the wind during every move… or something like that. Also, it was way worse before his special training back with Lamia Scale. That season had brought results, but just not under the same circumstances that he expected.

Also, yay; the living room was large enough to allow lots of mobility. Hearing Alisa’s words about finding a place for her sword, Daiko looked around to try and spot another shelf or wardrobe. People rarely looked into those, especially with guests inside.

“There’s a wardrobe on the other hallway behind those two other guys,” he spoke back to her, “But we’ll have to pass through… SO, uh, weren’t those tools neat and dicey?” Daiko’s voice sharply turned into an enthusiastic and almost idiotic tone as a cultist turned around the corner towards them. Daiko’s face turned towards Alisa’s with a smile, indicating that they were watched by nudging his eyes to the right.

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on Thu Feb 14, 2019 10:39 am

Alisa





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Even if she had asked him for his age before, she'd most certainly never asked about his birthday, hence the question. Plus, Daiko always had that youthful innocence about him, one might struggle to see him as older than his actual age. Twenty huh...?

"Indeed, though you could certainly use an added bit of extra exercise.", pitched Alisa, those shimmering wine red orbit scanning down his form and nodding, crossing her arms and cupping her cheek in honest assessment. They'd trained before and ended with a one sided victory for Alisa; prideful as she was, she saw this as merely the expected outcome, but she always believed anybody who trained regularly could grow strong enough to a point when a fight between the two would go either way, "You do seem slimmer than usual by the way, though I doubt you've gotten weaker... Just what manner of training did you go through?"

Tilting her head slightly at the inquiry, Alisa wondered if Daiko actually would answer her or if he'd rather keep such details to himself. She wouldn't feel too surprised if he did, after all, she had no interest in telling him her beloved crystal magic was now a thing of the past. Instead, she accepted his suggestion of heading for the nearest closet, and the sculptress knew the time had come to try out these disguises, taking a deep breath and casually approach one of the guys like she was one of them.

"You two took your sweet time going to the bathroom...", quipped one of the guys while the other chuckled. It actually took them a short while to process that sword behind her back, upon which one of them brought a hand to her shoulder, "Hey what the heaven is that? The fuck did you get that-"

Whap!

Smack!


They didn't have too long to react before Alisa struck them both unconscious, stashing their bound and gagged bodies in whatever other hole she could find before approaching the closet:

"Yes... This will do nicely.", stated the sculptress, approaching the closet he pointed out, and opening the creaking doors before removing the huge, cumbersome sword from her back. Though she was certain the cultists would appreciate the irony of a sacred cross being used to kill things, she also knew fully well they wouldn't take kindly to a weapon of killing in the hands of someone dressed like them but acting very much unlike any of the friends they knew, "Now, let's see what shall we find around these parts."



Strength is also Beauty



"New year, new day~"
- Alisa Vollan

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