Utsuho "Okuu" Reiuji (
idkmybfforin) wrote in
mayfield_rpg2012-03-11 12:25 am
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
7th Protocol--[Action all over the place] ☢
[This wasn’t the first time someone precious to her had gone quiet. Orin had stopped talking right several days ago, but Okuu assumed she would come back to her senses soon.
But she didn’t.
She should have expected this; it happened to her master, her master’s sister…and now her best friend. For a brief, horrible moment, she felt like the only creature in all the world.
Then the yatagarasu had started whispering to her, and Utsuho knew she was not alone. The voice preached fire, unfettered burning destruction like a sun allowed too close to the earth. Normally, discipline kept the voice at bay—what little discipline could be forced into her head. It was easy to ignore the voice when one barely heard it.
…but this time, it was different. This time, that all sounded like a very, very good idea.
Utsuho shook out her wings and leapt into the air, heat shimmering at the edges of her feathers.]
[ACTIVE STUFF]
[The hell raven was moving fast this time; no lazy, mindless circling today. The heat gathering at her wings flickered into flames now, as if the air around her was catching light. More heat gathered into the octagonal cannon covering most of her arm until the light grew too bright to look at—and then tore free in a fiery beam that seared an ugly scar into the formerly pristine road below.
When Utsuho cast her other arm out, suns appeared at her fingertips—tiny, miniature suns that grew alarmingly and then sped away as if thrown, arcing out across the sky until they burned out the instant her focus went elsewhere. Some fell to the ground like stars and burn out in the grass there or hiss and spit clouds of steam when they sink into the pond; the hell raven wasn’t really paying attention. She wasn’t aiming at the ground for the most part, some small bit of her remaining conscience saying her master might be down there, her best friend, her master’s sister…most of her anger was directed at the sky, but engaging a challenge was not beyond her senses.
For all that could be said of Okuu’s lack of intelligence, there certainly wasn’t much remaining in her eyes now. She was angry, very angry, and wasn’t thinking and didn’t want to think.
It probably won’t be too long before she gets herself droned, but in the meantime.
For today’s forecast there is a chance of angry gods flying overhead. You know, the usual for Mayfield.]
no subject
[A regular human or even magus would have secluded themselves in the basement by now, but Bazett was an Enforcer. It was her job to deal with the eldritch abominations.]
[Reinforcing her throat, she calls out to the figure.]
You up there! I am Bazett Fraga McRemitz, Sealing Designation Enforcer of the Mage's Association! You will cease and desist your reckless and dangerous use of magic or suffer the consequences! This is your final warning!
[Even as she speaks, she is sketching out runes with her foot. The being does not appear to be able to listen to reason.]
no subject
She turned around in midair to hover, flames still flickering away from her feathers as she did so. The pins in the end of the arm cannon loosened and jumped out like crooked reticules, with a ball of golden light swirling into existence at the end with an ominous charging sound.]
no subject
no subject
BRACE FOR IMPACT
or press Shift for focused movement]no subject
[It takes a few seconds for her to get up, shaking her head to clear it. The intense heat had burned through her jacket sleeves, which had been reinforced to the consistency of metal.]
...Is it this powerful?
[She knows now that she can no longer block. Instead, she needs to dodge while finding a way to strike back at the thing. However, the problem is that she has no long distance attacks.]
no subject
no subject
[Once inside, she grabs a couple of kitchen knives. She traces the berkana, raidho, and thurisaz runes onto each one. Then, she heads upstairs. She shatters one of the windows facing the backyard and steps onto the outside ledge. Then, she uses her reinforced legs to jump onto the roof. After taking a few seconds to steady herself, she steps toward the peak, hoping that the flying creature would not notice her.]
no subject
Something teased at her senses still; several somethings. She swooped down below the roofline to investigate.]
no subject
no subject
But as she did so, she came up almost to eye-level to someone she did not expect at all. With a shout that was as startled as it was hostile, the hell raven lunged straight at her.]
no subject
[The Berkana rune allowed the knife to follow the target, the Raidho rune increased the speed at which it moved, and the Thurisaz rune increased the knife's power and structural integrity. In other words, a simple kitchen knife had been turned into a tracking missile.]
[She chants a quick spell to slow her descent before she lands on the ground. Then, she dashes toward her front door.]
no subject
The hell raven's free hand scrabbles for the knife handle, instinctively trying to pull it free.]
no subject
[This done, she steps into the center of the living room, waiting for the creature to come at her.]
no subject
Where had that human gone? It had disappeared again. She was getting tired of hunting.]
no subject
no subject
And there was no way she was going to fit through it normally anyhow, but now she had a very pressing reason to. The human was in there--Utsuho didn't need any further encouragement.
Under normal circumstances, some sense of caution might have held her at bay; there might have been a trap there. But certainly not now--and Utsuho had a weakness to traps under the best circumstances.
She plunged straight in through the wall with a bellowing snarl.]
no subject
[Ignoring the pain shooting up her back, she climbs back to a kneeling position and throws another knife at the creature, hoping to distract it long enough for her to reach the singed space where the wall had once stood.]
no subject
no subject
[In the sky, the creature with its long ranged attacks had the advantage. However, in the confined space of a house, Bazett, with her melee combat experience, has the upper hand.]
It's over.
[Saying so, she pulls out her third knife, the last one with the pre-carved runes.]
no subject
She finally tore the knife from her face like some hateful thorn, and glared across the short distance to the human standing over there. The other knife this human held up still didn't register as more than an aggravating pinprick--however painful it may have been. Certainly not enough to check her charge.
With a hiss, Utsuho lunged forwards.]
no subject
[Bazett shifts into an aggressive position. As the creature comes within arm's length of her, she throws a punch at its face with her free hand, hoping to knock it out or at least subdue it long enough for her to deal a finishing blow with the knife.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
Ack, sorry!
Re: Ack, sorry!
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)