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Post by Puck on Aug 17, 2015 6:57:56 GMT
Elizabeth Smith "Poppet, my assistance is already in your hand," Elizabeth flatly replied as she pointed her finger at Marianne and then returned to a more mischievous smile, "But I must admit, I was rather having a good time watching you struggle, seeing you valiantly claim for your own successful survival."It was a bad habit on the Ki Artist's part. Yes, Aylin almost died a couple of times and she had a right to be angry at Elizabeth. Though the latter wasn't going to be working on that kind of logic... like a good number of individuals who live and work in a supernatural setting. Nor did she care as much in the first place. Though what did this girl here understand as someone who seemed to be ignorant about this side of the world? The lady in black didn't expect her to comprehend. "Given the way how you dealt with the Dead, I suppose you're at least versed in modern fencing? It was some decent handling, but rough nevertheless. Though you've done well to make use of your environment."It was small praise from Elizabeth, though she had little doubt that Aylin would rather focus on the fact that she didn't come to help her herself. "Now, anything else, dear?"
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Post by WOOLA! on Aug 21, 2015 19:01:54 GMT
And if she hadn't been one of the top hundred fencers in the country, what good would the sword have been then? More and more suspicious, it was starting to seem as if the woman knew far more about her than she was letting on. That she was merely passing and then threw a sword to a strange girl, just like that. This woman carried a sword and hunted magic users, so it didn't seem odd at all that she might know about fencing forms. Aylin was very aware that that she knew had almost nothing to do with fighting like she had been. Fencing was a matter of getting inside of your opponent, before they could land a blow on you. None of the flashy over the top things that films loved to show and people seemed to think that swords were about. Far from it it was fast and over in seconds, once you stab a person it tends to be over. If those monsters had felt pain, then she would have to have don't nothing but land a blow or two on each.
Still despite all the suspicion and questions yet answered, Aylin did not own this sword. She could tell there was something odd about it, beyond just the roaring sound she could hear echoing round her brain. Different from what she had felt before with any other object, warmth, fear, love, less abstract things like beaches, buildings, faces. Violence, confidence, anger, the way to move, amplifying and confusing her own emotions. The moment she yet go, tossing the hilt into the air, silence.
Her own fear started to fill the hole, matched with anger, some elation from having survived. She didn't feel powerful now, that she was able to hold her own against whatever Ms Elizabeth was. Her hands were free now though, that made talking far more natural, even if it didn't make her any easier to understand, "We need to talk, to police." Holding her right hand over her chest as if she had a badge there. Aylin was fully aware that covered in blood at she was, torn at and bruised, she looked highly suspicious. Trying to explain all of this, that a strange woman with a sword had dropped it to her that she had never met before. Then vanished, people would start asking questions. They would also help her should this woman really be something bad.
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Post by Puck on Aug 24, 2015 15:28:40 GMT
Elizabeth Smith "My. Thank you, Poppet!"The silver dazzled under the moon light as the girl finally threw it back to the lady in black. With a please smile, Elizabeth caught it with one hand in ease. It was a comfortable weight for a trusted companion. She glanced at the blood stains of the blade and then swung to the side, hard enough to at least get most of it off. With a white-laced handkerchief procured from her pocket, she wiped it off and pocketed it for now. The bright sheen of the blade disappeared as the swordswoman finally sheathed it into its dark scabbard. But her joy was short-lived as Aylin wanted to go see the authorities, and that meant dealing with the I.A.C.S.B. A dark scowl fouled her graceful features. They were troublesome fools. Effective, but troublesome. Not that she had much beef with them, but if they knew who she was they would no doubt hound her about lending her skills to them or even publicize where she was at this very moment. This was going to be a very bad decision, Elizabeth had no doubt about that. Though... She sighed in exasperation, "Very well. I suppose, you could drop you off at the very least. C'mon, Poppet. I know the way, if they haven't left yet."Elizabeth gestured her to follow her as she started to make her way towards an exit that has been free of ghouls at least.
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Post by WOOLA! on Aug 30, 2015 10:46:13 GMT
Teetering on the edge of a knife Aylin stood not only in the ruin of the library but amidst the shattered remains of her dream world. The world were the horrible parts were separate from her, divided by a great wall of ignorance, a world that was safe and clung to the fact that things might go back to how they once were. Rosy hues of the 1940s where humans merely had to worry about humans and one did not get attacked merely to sate someone else's hunger. That was gone, she was attacked, she was here with dead bodies all around, blood covering her, conversing with someone barely a step below a monster. Even now she knew she could not just forget this, go back to her old life and pretend that it didn't happen. Well she could but that wouldn't change the fact she knew it could happen at any point, this was the reality of the world. In that moment she grew up a little, coming to the realization that however much she tried to hide from it, it was impossible to hide for her entire life.
Scowling she did as offered, not being able to see lips walking always meant the end of any conversation. Out they walked, into hell.
Inside she had thought the fight brutal, her life depended on it. Outside, it must have been worse. Bodies, blood washing in the rain, dull fires, crashed cars, broken windows. It was weird, in the wet, it was almost impossible to tell what a body was, human, male, female, who was hurt, who was dead. It was already over though, in a world that was used to it. First responders, paramedics, soldiers, police, those Agency people, people were already helping. How many died? Ten, twenty? How many had been those monsters? It didn't seem to matter so very much, she was being lead somewhere but in the public eye like this, she was surely safe right? All these guns around safe.
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