RP:Kanna-t resist
Part of the A Few Fox Tales Arc
This is a Rogue's Guild RP.
Summary: Where Ina Flagrantly profits off of tragedy, and plushies at the same time.
Treacherous Traverse
Sharp, angular slopes give way to cavernous pitfalls, where luminescent moss illuminates a series of caves. While beautiful in its own way, a simple slip on the dew-laden surface should be enough to remind someone what would happen if they were to slip on the moss and fall into the yawning traverse below. The only sure exit from this place is the angular slopes leading upwards.
Ina is back at it again. Today's business venture comes in the form of an actually professional-looking souvenir stand, rife with shirts bearing a variety of sorcerously inscribed slogans. One choice T-shirt displays a surprised-looking Demeter on the front, and 'Tar Pits Kill People?' emblazoned on the back. Another has a pair of conjoined mushrooms on the front in the shape of a musical note, along with a cheerful yellow font that states, 'A mushroom a day, buries the gray'. The final design shows a fierce-looking Shishi on the front, with 'True Blue Fan' on the back. And, courtesy of some 'legitimate' documentation (all forged), the stand looks to be the main source of official Titan Of Winter merchandise (And thus subject to a bit of a price hike). Though, the questionable legality of this venture is also why she isn't here as herself. Instead, Ina's once more taken the guise of a Naga- seemingly revelling in the fact that the exceptional 'height' the guise grants her -also- serves as an excellent means of showcasing the higher end of shirt sizes that are available. That, and purple scaled and raven-tressed look is probably eye-catching enough that she can upsell some idiots trying to get lucky into buying some merch.
Shishi || Leralynn and Arius find the VIP section of today’s precariously placed stands and shuffle into their seats. The teenage witch is loaded up with snacks so that she will not need to leave her vantage point for the duration of the match. She takes in the area and the dim glow enveloping it, but stops herself short of trying to imagine how her father might fight in a place like this, as predictions such as those have proved futile in the past. Orange catches a glimpse of the “Official ToW Merch” stand and raises a brow, not recalling ever approving that shirt design, “Hmm…” The girl then puffs out her cheeks and narrows her oceanic blue stare towards her brother who is wearing a pair of souvenir bird wings on his back, to the lament of anyone seated directly behind him. Perhaps he’ll only be cheering for Demeter to annoy his sister, but if that’s the case, he’ll have already succeeded.
Kanna is dressed in black lace, the traditional symbol of mourning. A black mushroom cap as a hat drapes the black lace over her features as a shroud. Kanna holds several bouquets of dragon’s breath, their bright red foliage on grey stems a beautifully haunting contrast. Requests to autograph the horribly tasteless shirts are met with an offering of one of the bouquets in its stead.
Shishi enters the narrow, sloping field of play from below, walking upward upon the moss and stone. The low rumble of the crowd builds to a crescendo as the reigning Titan adjusts his black necktie and coaxes his eyes through their accursed change in color. With low light seemingly coming from every angle here, the signal that life has been breathed into the shadows in the area is far more subtle than usual, but for those actively searching for it, the strange unnatural stillness of the shade, as if it were coiling up in anticipation of moving, is palpable. And for those with a decent angle to view the assassin and see the deep crimson glow from his eyes, there can be no doubt; The Blue Demon is (OOC and IC) ready.
Meri :: The seats for today’s duel have been set up at the very top of the slope with wooden railings built around the front of the stands to keep spectators from taking a tumble down the hill. Balgruuf is present, as he has been for almost the entirety of the tournament. The Frostmaw Giant waits until the duelists are present. When they are, he makes his customary introductory announcements. “Today we have the fiery Demeter facing off against our reigning Titan of Winter champion. Will Demeter be able to knock our Champion off his throne? Or will Shishi be facing the fierce but lovely dragon slayer named Kanna? We are about to find out during what is sure to be an entertaining battle.”
Demeter :: The battle was in a dangerous area, not like the other places she had battled. Slopes looking razor sharp, anging in a variety of directions. Knowing the moss would make this battle slippery, glancing down, if fell downwards it would be like one landing on a dozen small blades. One that might set up after digging a deep hole to trap a beast within. Eyes following the angular path that went as the only form of exit was noted. Demeter approached deeper in, gathering her thoughts and emotions together. Emotions were flying, she knew who and what she was up against. A known champion of this, this very same tournament, beads of sweat gathered upon her forehead. She was nervous, this man was legendary for winning and his style was unbeknownst to her. Finishing off the last drag of the smoke, tossing it down to the side. Steam rolling and swirling off her hands. Upon her face is an imprint of a black hand, the palm starting at her top lip. Fingers spreading outwards along the forehead. On the neck hangs the same ruby-like phoenix eye that has been enchanted to keep her wings from catching ablaze, emitting a glow of red. The cursed avian’s armor consists of a black armor suit, spiked shoulder gauntlets in the shape of wings. Across her former chest plate was a firebird, this time was a blade. Clipped to the shoulder armor is silver metal with a mix of sharp blade feathers overlayed with a lighter metal that will melt when heated. Heavy enough to sustain hits like a shield but light enough so she can still fly. On top of the wing armor is a filigree, stain glass looking rose along the flat top showing the craftsmanship of Alvina. Against the right shoulder blade is a spear of platinum hue, detailed with a large ruby resembling a phoenix eye, moving around as if it was looking about. Holding its own enchantment, it’s own flame in which Demeter could call forth. Attached to her belt is a small thrusting spear that emits a dark curse, compliments of Ernest. Along her plated leather leggings hold her six throwing daggers, flames appearing in different places similar to that of a sparkler on fourth of july. For those with a keen sense of smell, would notice the crimson color of the sharpened spiked heel of her boot was dipped in; dragon blood. With a heavy sigh and looking out to the crowd giving a wave of her hand, the first sign of dancing flicking red flames like that of a candle had begun. Using her left fist pounding her chest plate, humming to the beat as she focused herself more. Using an old warriors chant, prepared. Gray eyes looked to the ground, confidence was present, and ready. Steps moved faster, eager to scar Shishi’s flesh.
Jaxson appears within the growing crowd as this awaited spectacle is about to get underway. The first time anyone has seen the Titan of Winter defend his crown this year, and against the flaming hot superstar that is Demeter, this highly anticipated match caused the Ravencroft heir to get out of his bed and venture forth for the first time since his own battle nearly two weeks ago now. Having been saved from a flaming death by Khitti's intervention, and a nealry nonstop procession of visits from Cenril's finest healers and doctors, the warlock seems well enough healed. Now just a spectator, Jax is more than happy to just sit back and watch the fireworks that this match will surely provide.
Meri is present today but she has not yet taken a seat in the stands. No, she is here competing with the naga-disguised Ina. Well, it is more like a friendly competition for Ina’s own amusement. Anyone who knows Meri would be aware that she could likely source and produce more quality items than what she is trying to pedal right now. Every item she has is questionable in it’s quality and all of the slogans seem very similar to what Ina is selling…but there is just something not quite right about them. Be it smudged fonts or spelling errors. For example, ‘Tru Blu Fan’ instead of the ‘True Blue Fan’ that the naga is selling. The savvy buyers will hopefully be pushed toward the naga instead of making purchases from Meri. "T-shirts! Get your t-shirts!"
Khitti || Khitt was here today instead of Khitti, dressed in his finest black slim-fit suit (that was made by Iintahquohae!) with a pastel purple button-up shirt in support of Kanna, his pince-nez glasses tinted similarly to match. He'd find a spot to stand to watch the match, with his arms crossed over his chest. A half-assed salute was given to Meri, and then the Shi family as well.
Loravelle arrives alone. She hadn't changed out of her clothes from the night before, and surprisingly she hasn't gotten that white, floor-length dress or its matching headscarf stained yet, apart from the bottom half of her skirt. Blame the swamp for that. A leather jacket covers her bare, skinny arms, and she's carrying a wreath of white roses she wove together in a pinch. In her culture, white is the color for mourning, so when she sees Miss Kanna all clad in black, she quietly offers her condolences and that wreath, figuring a congratulations for winning isn't the wisest thing to say, and then she's off to find somewhere safe to sit and watch the fight.
Terra will be, for better or worse, the obnoxious fan girl that you politely and eventually not so politely ask to sit down and quiet down. She, as per the usual for these tournaments, doesn’t head to the VIP section, choosing instead to be closer in the event Demeter took notes from the previous battle. First stop though was the merch stands. “One Blue shirt, please.” This was to the naga and Ter was prepared to pay whatever price for this shirt and if she got to be amongst Yellow’s company and annoy Orange, it was all the better.
Meri returns Khitt's salute in kind, matching the energy of it and everything. Though Meri does punctuate her salute with a smirk and a wink.
Ernest gasped and stood up, peering down into the arena with a sense of dread building in his stomach. (Shishi's magic orb would suddenly flare red, in case he had someone watching it.) He'd totally forgotten about that spear. He had it set to go to the winner who would fight Shishi, but that was before he'd decided to call a temporary ceasefire with the man until they caught the guy going after his kids. And now that ceasefire was coming under threat because Demeter had the spear, and was definitely planning to use it. So he pulled out one of the bolts he kept on him that was laced with the Curse of the Tyrant's Dissent--a curse that envelops the target in an antimagic field--and meditated -hard-, tapping into the curse that he had attached to the bolt and tweaking it, adding in an additional trigger and switching up the duration. Now, the curse would apply only for a split second before breaking itself, and in order to fully activate it would need another curse to interact with it. Hopefully, this would provide adequate protection against his own cursed spear--triggering once he was struck by it--but in order for him to get the protection, Ernest would have to deliver it. And there was really only one way he knew how to deliver curses from a distance. One hand went to his hip and he peeled back his longcoat, drawing his crossbow and twirling it once, slamming his new protective round into the chamber and cocking it back, taking careful aim at the Titan of Winter. In the past, the duelists had been warded against outside interference--hopefully, this time they weren't. Before they could properly get going, he shouted: "SORRY!" and fired, trying to put the bolt in a hand or something where it wouldn't seriously damage the man.
Kanna graciously accepts Loravelle's gift, donning the white roses around the crown of her cap. As she moves to extend an arm with the bouquet in hand, there is a soft tearing noise, and the arm falls into her lap. Though Kanna felt no pain from this unhealed wound from her match, she does give a small noise of annoyance as she quickly moves to hold the arm back in place. Her unnatural healing process would take a while to fully work, but every detachment was a soft reset on progress.
Alvina is tucked away in the crowd, having promised to attend in support of Demeter. She watches the ongoings of those she knows and those she doesn't with keen, polite gazes.
Ernest then immediately retreats, because he knows security will be on him like gravy on grits after pulling a stunt like that -again-.
Khitti || Khitt catches sight of Kanna receiving the wreath of flowers from Loravelle... and the subsequent detachment of her arm. Thinking to himself for a moment, the redhead moves to where the ghoul of pastel pleasantness had situated herself and taps her on the shoulder. "Want some help with that?" He resists the urge to make the joke about offering her a hand.
Ina nods approvingly at Terra's choice of apparel, even if the 'Naga' is wearing a more 'shroom' oriented shirt. "Sure thing, that for yourself, or?" As she asks, she gives the woman a quick eyeball in order to properly guesstimate her size, casually rummaging through one of the boxes of merch- even as she goes through the motions of accepting someone elses order on the side. Man, these things were selling like hotcakes. Hopefully, someone would die in the next tourney, too.
Shishi puffs out his cheeks while studying the extent to which Demeter is decked out in armor and weaponry on the slope slightly above him. “At least she’s still on the ground,” he thinks aloud before his eyes dart to and fro, silently beckoning wisps of shadow from behind and beneath everything within a small radius of himself. They’re barely visible as they move toward him, but as they converge and concentrate themselves, they grow denser and darker, obscuring the Titan as he begins to move forward up the sharp incline until only the glow of his accursed eyes is visible, and then he disappears completely within the shadows that travel upward with him. The geometry of the darkness that surrounds him is ever fluid and never symmetrical, like a sphere of water constantly disturbed with chaotic turbulence, its edges contrasting starkly with the illuminated rocks and moss beyond its boundary. Vampiric nimbleness guides his footfalls on the slick surface so that the speed with which he closes the distance is comparable to a less gifted man on flat, sure ground. Those familiar with the assassin’s style of fighting might expect these shadows to have a tangible form, but for the moment that aspect is absent, and the darkness is simply being used to obscure his movements at coming attacks within them. Shishi closes the remainder of the distance to the avian so that she is enveloped by the pitch black shade and he unleashes a combination of punches in spite of her armored status. The first blow is aimed towards where he expects her stomach to be, vampiric strength aiming to bludgeon a dent in that plate mail. The second is a right handed jab at the chest, with slightly less force that leads to a final, overarching left hook from the southpaw, angling towards Demeter’s temple, all this in the flame engulfing shadowy blob The Demon has conjured.
Terra bobbed her head repeatedly as a yes to the question. Of course it was for her. And as soon as she got her hands on it and paid for it, she’d be pulling it on over today’s shirt and headed for the stands. Granted, the sight of Meri and her shirts would also prove too tempting to resist, both the lycan herself and the one-of-a-kind merchandise she peddled.
Kanna looks past Khitt for a moment as the Demon disappears into the shadows, then looks back at him and nods. She lowers the loose arm and uses her good hand to brush the black lace from her face to reveal a smile. "You wouldn't happen to know carnomancy, would you? I'm not sure what other field of magic would work on this kind of injury."
Meri wiggles that 'Tru Blu Fan' shirt toward Terra when she catches the lovely blonde elf's gaze on her. If Terra wanted, Terra could have it.
Ina is actually a bit fascinated by the manner in which Terra moves on from the high-quality merch, and over to Meri's stand. Internally, it has the shapeshifter wondering- was it a collector's compulsion, or perhaps meant as a gag gift. Whatever the case- it's not like it wasn't pure profit. "Getcha Tees! Show ya support to them dangerous dames that have fought their way to tha' top- orrrrr to tha' reigning champ. Getcha Tees!"
Jaxson watches with keen interest the abilities of the Titan of Winter, having never seen the vampire in action before. Notes are taken as the warlock continues to watch the events unfold with ever growing interest.
Ina said, "BOO! I wanna see the fight! Quit hidin' in tha' dark!"
Demeter ‘s good eye studied and watched every single muscle of Shishi’s person move, watching the way his eyes moved and if they were looking at any certain spot on her to see if that may be his first spot to try to attach. Demeter was ready, she wanted to take him down, wanted to pave the road for her fellow females to win tournaments. If she lost today, she would take it and not harm her pride in her warrior ways. Just something she knew to work on, and where her weakness was that caused her to not be the victor of this match. Squinting her eyes as she noticed something barely visible being beckoned to SHishi. As she began to descend to the same level of path to him she noticed that they were growing denser, darker even; obscuring the man as he was moving forward the incline to where they would meet halfway. Eyes left the squirting behind, as the man was swallowed up by the darkness. ANother combatant that likes to play in the dark, reminding her of the first round against dawn. Standing tall, as the darkness shroud them both now. Closing her eyes to focus, high pointed ears twitching to listen to the way the breeze moves to try and detect where his fist may land. Not moving fast enough, his first punch is given. Made true with contact to her stomach, with such strength of a vampire of his age, a dent was caused even so much as a loud cracking sound of the area giving and leaving a crack behind. Demeter stumbles backwards and crouches to try to catch her breath as it was literally knocked from her. In crouching down his fist grazes the back of her head, possibly catching and ripping some of the small braids out of which she keeps her hair styled in. Raising back up and taking a side step, his third punch luckily moving from it only striked at her already healing and injured shoulder from fighting against Jinfeng. Bringing both arms to the side of her body, a worrying number of fire dripping already from the black ink lined with crimson on her hands, pale pink lips spread into a devious smile. Within this second before rolling her shoulders back, wings spiked upwards. The droplets of the flickering flames about the inked hands would have vines outwards, grazing along the mossy ground, leaving tiny dancing flames and ashes in their wake. From each finger a fiery vine was present, with spreading wide fingers to make a closed fists. Each fiery vine started to thread together, moving one arm then the next striking ground leaving small flames behind that hover up to form four flaming orbs that began to alleviate around the avian. In hopes to help see where SHishi may be located within this darkness. The flaming vines attached to the right first would have seemed to get longer and brighter. The other stayed short. Fiery vines eagerly pulling toward Shishi now shaping themselves as a braided whip, as if the whips had minds of their own, craving to kiss upon his flesh. Moving her feet to twirl her person around, with closed fist, the left arm spun the fiery whip in an outwards motion, stretching in hopes of wrapping around Shishi to find his location. Whilst the other arm is brought in a backwards round about to thrash along the ground and upwards in hopes of this particular fiery whip to seek and find the location of his left ankle to sear flesh and slow him down. Or at least break his shadowy casting to get a better visual.
Khitti || "Haven't tried it yet, to be honest. But I can probably do just as well with my own dark magic," Khitt said, eyeing the appendage. "You and I have not met yet by the way. Well. Sort of, but not really. I'm Khitt." He held his hands aloft in front of him, crafting an extremely thin and pointy shard of shadow-ice. He pulled at the blunter end of the ice-needle, withdrawing a long string of shadows from it--pulling and pulling until it seemed like he had enough shadow-string with which to reattached her arm. The unique aura that came with his magic was exactly like Khitti's and it would become even more obvious as Khitt took up the arm and began to sew it back on for the poor ghoul, the stiches pulled tight to keep the arm from detatching itself again for now. And when he was finally finished, he created a bandage of shadowy magic to wrap around the stitches to help heal it further. "Hopefully that works better than actual stitches. I expect you'd come apart at the seams like a ragdoll with those."
Loravelle hadn't expected to see Mister Crane here, or for him to do...whatever it was he just did. But he's already high-tailing it outta there before she can wave or anything. What a whirlwind of a guy. Easily spooked as she was, Lora has grown a tiniest, thinnest bit of a skin lately, so when she looks Miss Kanna's way and sees one arm...detached, her stomach turns, but she'd like to be helpful. Since the maid can't see through shadows, she vacates her seat to cautiously approach Kanna and Khitt, stopping what she supposes is a safe distance on tiptoes behind the man in the suit, leaning a little to one side to catch a glimpse of the necrobotanist. “A-are you okay?” What a dumb question. And that man is using magic to patch Kanna up...? Another unpleasant twist in her stomach. Perhaps she should have just remained in her seat.
Meri abandons her t-shirt selling efforts for the time being, since she was just selling the boot-leg knock offs. Instead the blonde sits next to Kanna and Khitt. If Kanna's arm ended up being mended as it seemed that it would? Then Meri would give it a good couple of pokes just to make sure it was securely reattached. Some Sally vibes going on here.
Kanna's eyes widen as Khitt works his magic, the deep violet shadows mesmerizing her like the bandages the redheaded woman had once wrapped around Kanna's hands. "Khitt... How lovely, I didn't know Khitti had a twin!" She exclaims softly, watching intently as the shadow-magic aids in keeping her form from falling apart again. Once the bandages are wrapped around her shoulders, Kanna tests the connection, opening the hand that still holds the dragon's breath. It was useable again! "I'm okay now." She smiles to Loravelle. "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all. Here, flowers for flowers is only fair, right?" She says, extending the bouquet towards her. With her other hand, she extends one to Khitt as well. "As thanks for your services, dear. You can boil the leaves to make a tea. From what the Mage's Guild members told me, these flowers grew wild just outside of Dyraxdiin's office, may Sven Hind and Lore care for him." As for Meri, Kanna would waste no time braiding the bright red florals into her hair once her hands were freed..
Shishi is still practically invisible inside the shadows, but had there been any light allowed inside that darkness, it would glint off his fangs as he grins wildly, feeling his own stolen blood seeping out from his knuckles after the successful first blow to Demeter. He feels the heat before the first whip is upon him and he ducks, or rather he pushes himself down towards the ground, the shadows themselves above him applying pressure to expedite the dodging movement. That first whip cracks loudly just above his head, singeing some stray dark hairs at the top of The Demon’s skull. This course of action makes the second whip unavoidable and it successfully wraps around his ankle, instantly igiting his black pant leg and causing the flesh below to burn and bubble. The Titan sneers and the collection of shadows cracks, the light of the fiery weapons and the strange reddish glow coming from Blue’s eyes leaking through the rifts more and more until the entire glob of darkness shatters into what seems like thousands of coin-sized pieces that fall to the ground. They seem to bounce slightly upon impact with the moss and rock, betraying the fact that they have suddenly gained the property of weight and solidified at The Blue Demon’s request. He’s still crouched in that low stance, sliding very very slightly up the slick slope as the tether between him and Demeter tightens and pulls. Those fallen pieces of darkness on the ground, shake slightly, levitate a half inch off the ground, turn in the air, -sharpen- and all at once dart upward towards the avian, a collection of shadowy birdshot meant to pierce through flesh, wing, and armor alike. The targeting is indiscriminate as Shishi’s white shirt is stained red with his own blood as some of the shadows from behind him dig into his back…
Meri is not usually the sort to decorate her hair with flowers, but it is Kanna and the bardic woman has chosen one of Meri's favourite colours. The blonde is pleasantly surprised with this unexpected hair-styling. It may not be her normal look, but it was cute. "Y'know, you might have just helped me figure out how I should do my hair when Magik and I tie the knot."
Loravelle was perpetually a bundle of anxious nerves save for very few circumstances, but Kanna just handed her something that freed her of her nerves fairly quickly. Flowers, red ones even. An auspicious color. She tuck a few from the bouquet in her hair if she wasn't keeping it covered for the day, so instead Lora carefully cradles the bouquet of red blooms and lowers herself into a little curtsy. “Thank you. They're beautiful.” She'll have to dry them out and figure out how to fashion them into hair pieces. At least a pair of them to adorn her head one day.
Demeter was full of relief when her flames glinted off his fangs from his full grin, it gave him away from his location. Hoping he would remain smiling, his smile caused her pale pink lips to twitch and spread into a smirk. Which turns into a wide smile feeling and hearing the sizzling sounds the flames scream in victory having to catch the demon. The warrior was intelligent, once she caught the oddly strange reddish tinted glowing coming from Shishi’s eyes that he was up to no good. The shadowy dome they were in became a shattered mass, falling to the ground around them. Ear’s twitch at hearing something upon the ground was rattling, shaking even. With using her peripheral vision she notices the shadows had gained solidarity and she would be lying if that did not make the Lamashtian worry. She has never gone up against someone who can make shadows do such wickedness, noticing how they had started to look sharp was even more of a worry. Thoughts began swarming within her mind on how to defend against this, beads of sweat forming on the forehead. With quick movements, she summons the fiery whips back to her, blazing up and along the feathery’s blades. Wrapping around the ones designed to melt, Demeter wondered if this male was trying to make her take flight, that he was trying to set her up. Knowing how dangerous this man was, he just might have. But did she have a choice?! Jerking her wings in a downward motion, sending the now melted feather like blades in a two part set. A set of six to the ground in hopes to block some of the shadowy razor blades from striking upwards, then another set of four sent flying aiming towards Shishi’s eyes. If the aim was true, the burning melt would cause some serious problems for Shishi. Meanwhile, Demeter jumped upwards trying to gain distance between her and the shadowy darts. Sadly, Demeter was not able to escape them all. Her left foot was striked, followed by another slicing upwards through her forearm, a couple more up along her back and front of her chest. If her chest plate had not been cracked, a single one would have not been able to manage it’s way in. Piercing inside her lower torso, blood was dripping out of the warrior fairly decent now. Dropping back downwards with a grunt of the damage to her foot, trying not to baby it or give off the he had hurt her ability to run or walk. Flipping her spear around, it would be as a weapon and as a walking stick now. “They want to see a show, let’s show them the color of our blood!”
Khitti || Khitt smiles as Kanna gives her approval and the bouquet of flowers. "I will make sure to do that. And Khitti did have a twin, but it's not me. It's complicated. And an extremely long story that nearly made Meri's head rotate permanently like an ever-spinning top. But the short of it is, I'm Khitti, yet not." He shrugs casually, as if it was something that someone said every day. "I'm sorry to hear about Dyraxdiin, by the way. Khitti didn't know him, but he seemed well-loved amongst the Mage's Guild." He eyed Meri then, smirking at her again. "Oh no, are your shirts all sold out? I heard that they were limited edition!" He said it a little bit more loudly, so as to hopefully get some ears listening.
Meri throws one of those limited edition shirts straight toward Khitt. The psion uses her nifty telekinetic abilities to make sure that shirt unfurls and lands right over his head. Another Tru Blu Fan has been made.
Khitti || Khitt's hit in the face with a shirt. RIP
Ina casually reaches under her souvenir stand, and pulls out a 'Very limited last minute sale' of the googly eyed Dyraxdiin plushies. Whilst they might be a bit expensive, there's a more affordable bundle if they're bought alongside one of the Kanna-Flavoured shirts. Because capitalism.
Kanna picks up one of the knock-off Kanna shirts from Meri's little booth. "What's wrong with these mushrooms?" She tilts her head to one side. It takes far too many seconds for her to realize that there has been an unflattering pattern hidden in the multicolored mushrooms. Kanna's eyes go vacant, though she's still smiling. Perhaps the Naga's shirts weren't so bad after all. After giving Meri the requisite amount of gold for the low-effort joke, Kanna holds it over the space between the rafters and drops it down, where a gelatinous cube down below ravenously dissolves the material along with the other scraps of food dropped. Moving over to the Naga, Kanna asks flatly, "One shirt, please."
Kanna adds, "And one plushie."
Shishi doesn’t take his glowing eyes off of Demeter. This is both a blessing and a curse as he is treated to the brilliantly gruesome display of what the spray of shadows does to the avian, but he is also subject to the molten metal meant to blind him and perhaps even destroy the conduits to his family’s dark abilities. A sliver of darkness is called back towards him at the last moment while he shuts his eyes. He attempted to create a blindfold of sorts out of the shadow he recalled, but it was only fast enough to protect his left eye, blocking the liquid metal while the right is only shielded by his eyelid, which is cauterized shut, leaving the assassin cycloptic for the remainder of the fight. He grunts, wiping away the offending metal with his right hand, which begins to burn at the fingertips as well, blistering before the glob of melted ‘feathers’ is discarded to the ground where it sizzles and resolidifies on the scorched moss it landed on. The shadows dug into his back elongate and extend outward, ripping through his shirt even more as they take the shape of thin, black, batlike wings violently attached to his shoulder blades. More darkness converges onto the bloodied, half-blinded assassin, filling out his new dark appendages until they are large enough for him to shove himself off the ground with and give chase towards the backtracking Demeter. “Aye.” He hisses, fangs bared for the world to see, “Lets splatter it all down there…” He aims his body, guided by a couple powerful beats of those monstrous black wings, to attempt an aerial tackle of the spear wielding woman. He wants to knock her over the precarious edge and use his arms to restrict her wings, sending them both free falling down towards the rocky caves far below.
Ina actually stops pulling her barker act when Kanna strolls up to her stand- sliithering away from an already present customer to offer a tentative handshake- albeit one that's somewhat complicated by the shirt that's covering her hand. "Oho! Now Thiss is Flatterin'. I didn't think I was gonna be visited by the Champ ta' be. Tell ya what- given ya were so kind ta provide yer' patronage, lemme give ya a two-fer." Which is to say, the necrobotanist is earning herself a classic Dyrax plushie- and a rare Dyrax with a mushroom crown.
Shishi doesn’t take his glowing eyes off of Demeter. This is both a blessing and a curse as he is treated to the brilliantly gruesome display of what the spray of shadows does to the avian, but he is also subject to the molten metal meant to blind him and perhaps even destroy the conduits to his family’s dark abilities. A sliver of darkness is called back towards him at the last moment while he shuts his eyes. He attempted to create a blindfold of sorts out of the shadow he recalled, but it was only fast enough to protect his left eye, blocking the liquid metal while the right is only shielded by his eyelid, which is cauterized shut, leaving the assassin cycloptic for the remainder of the fight. He grunts, wiping away the offending metal with his right hand, which begins to burn at the fingertips as well, blistering before the glob of melted ‘feathers’ is discarded to the ground where it sizzles and resolidifies on the scorched moss it landed on. The shadows dug into his back elongate and extend outward, ripping through his shirt even more as they take the shape of thin, black, batlike wings violently attached to his shoulder blades. More darkness converges onto the bloodied, half-blinded assassin, filling out his new dark appendages until they are large enough for him to shove himself off the ground with and give chase towards the backtracking Demeter. “Aye.” He hisses, fangs bared for the world to see, “Lets splatter it all down there…” He aims his body, guided by a couple powerful beats of those monstrous black wings, to attempt an aerial tackle of the spear wielding woman. He wants to knock her over the precarious edge and use his arms to restrict her wings, sending them both free falling down towards the rocky caves far below.
Ina makes sure to discreetly send a plush over to her partner in crime.
Alvina quickly throws the money down for the plushie on Naga Arlyeon's stall to avoid any possible physical contact.
Kanna awaits her Mushroom-Crown Dyraxdiin Plushie.
Ina rather discreetly sees if she can get the Mushroom-crowned plush on Kanna's shoulder without her noticing. Err. The shoulder that hadn't recently dislodged itself. She also hucks her last remaining Plush at Lanlan, if his presence isn't a mere hypothetical.
Meri cuddles that plush her naga friend just gave her in a not so discreet manner.
Demeter :: Looked back at Shishi, long enough to witness the burning metal that her wings flung at him, his eyes closed in hopes to protect from the searing heat they brought. His shadowy shields were supplied to help aid. Noting how one eye seemed to be safe, while noticing the other eye was cauterized shut. His grunt gives her pride that she harmed Shishi again. Watching carefully as he wiped the melted feathers to the ground, listening to the sweet music of sizzling the moss upon landing. Demeter’s eyes went wide when the shadows that were in his back grew in length, ripping with ripping sounds from his shirt, taking on a form of batlike wings. Hearing his reply, she could not help but to release a deep chest chuckle with a nod. The vampire, now a winged one, had taken off towards the avian, with her spear in hand, she reached around to grab the short thrusting spear given to her by Ernest. Cursed with spawning illusory doppelgangers of Ernest that do dances and do crossbow tricks, and each instance of the curse spawns more curses, possibly feeding and using Shishi's own mana pool. The longer the curse stays effective, or the more times the spear hits him, the more illusions of Ernest he'll see, and the more of his mana pool the curse could drain. The doppelgangers are visible only to Shishi and will not actually affect anything in any tangible way. The spear with the phoenix eye was now being twirled about in quick motion in her hand, moving her arm outwards then back in to see if she would notice if his eyes would follow it. The orbs of fire that were around Demeter began to change in color, growing hotter, just like Demeter’s temper. She was losing control of her emotions, the anger he was causing her to have was making the control become chaotic. The once red flames have now started to twist and turn combusting upon themselves until the hottest of flames she could create was present, color of blue. Demeter tried to bring them back in, re-center. It was too late, her mind swarmed with blood thirst, wanting to take his head! Each orb swirled faster, until they devoured each other into one large blue orb. With a battle cry the orb of blue fire shot forth taking the form of an enormous bird claw. Raising up and over Shishi, then to turn and head aiming to grab him from behind to melt the flesh from his bones, leaving behind a charred, extra crispy man in its wake. Demeter allowed the male to gain access to getting closer to her, not fighting the advantage it could and hopefully provide. The short thrusting spear granted to her by Ernest was then tossed, lanced outwards, aiming with all hopes of landing a strike on his right calf, wanting to slow him down. Placing the butt of the phoenix eye spear into the ground, aiming it to impale the man through his neck, while taking the chance to allow him to grab her arms to send them both downwards.In doing so, the female would push off the ground with her own wing’s trying to get to where she straddled on top of Shishi, and he be the one to take the blunt of the fall down.
Shishi is wildly distracted during his short flight by the illusions of Ernest that appear around Demeter. “What the-?” a cave seagull caws loudly, drowning out The Titan’s confusion. His single open red eye narrows and a crimson mist begins to seep out of it, lighter than the dewy air down here, it rises up over his head in thin wisps. Demeter is allowed to conjure her fireball during this momentary lapse in focus from the assassin and so his dive towards the avian is altered so that those large black wings fold in around him like a cloak, shielding him from direct contact with the heat of the blazing inferno. He shoots directly through it, his body made more aerodynamic by tucking in those shadowy wings, increasing his speed towards the avian. Some of the shadow is burned away and the flames are eating away at his clothes by the time the spear is thrown and he reaches the flying woman. Most notably his tie is alight with fire and the psychic ward it is enchanted with is beginning to disappear, the madness of the family curse threatening to take complete hold of The Blue Demon. The spear shears away more shadow as it just barely sails by him. Ernest’s curse draws power from that darkness, producing more shades of the mummy. If Demeter can get a good look at him after their collision and during their fall she will see a wild, maniacal expression on his face. They struggle, tumbling end over end as they fall, but Shishi seems excited for, rather than fearful of the coming impact…
Shishi and Demeter fall. As they do, the wild Blue Demon is clawing at her like an animal, seemingly unaware that he is literally on fire and about to hit the ground near terminal velocity. Feathers and flesh and armor are torn away and sent relatively floating upward away from the plummeting pair of combatants. Finally he takes a bite out of the avian near her collarbone while darkness divebombs past them and forms a kind of bouncy castle beneath them, softening Demeter’s landing if only slightly while Blue lets go of her, has his shadowy wings reform and starts flying after the illusions of Ernest only he can see hovering in the air. He must look quite mad, soaring around on fire while killing rehydrated cowboy mummies that only he can see.
Demeter lands, taken a bite out of. Lays there bleeding, injured. Feathers missing from wings, armor torn up if not apart. Struggling to get up, the avian looks and tries to find a way out in which she can seek a healer before she bleeds out.
Ina might be side-eyeing Demeters' state of being. On one hand, the value of those shirts will potentially fluctuate if the avian bites the dust- on the other hand, her surviving means -future- merch, which will then probably increase in value as she garners more fighting fame. And seeing as there doesn't seem to be any healers present- well, the foxkin -will- pop over, seemingly heedless of the fact that the reigning champion is fighting the air fiercely. "..." She wants to ask if he's okay, but- maybe later. For the moment, she's going just to spit out a wad of fire into her hands and casually cup it to Demeters' wounds in order to cauterize them. Quick and dirty, but it'll do until someone who actually -cares- about people's life expectancies get to her. Not that this stops Ina from leaving a hastily scribbled build for medical attention tucked onto Demeters' person. That done, Ina asks the pressing question of the moment, "Anyone else have a craving for wings?"
Shishi shouted, "Coward!!!"