RP:Master Riotka et Magus Satoshi Will Find You Again!
Vailkrin Bridge
Satoshi stands out in stark contrast with the rest of the scenery this ever-eve, the petite white feline has an almost glistening aura as she's painted on a backdrop of the varying shades of black that makes up Vailkrin skyline and its imfamous abyssal bridge. But it isn't just the black of bridge and city that make the mage stand out. No, the veritable sea of sickly green skin and dull gray weapons and armor that make up a raiding party of howling goblins adds heavily to the effect, the small band crammed onto the bridge en masse calling jeers to the solitary cat. It's obvious by the scattering of a number of green limbs and stains of fresh blood around Satoshi that a fair share of the goblins have paid for their insults already, and the remover of limbs can only be the scythe of black-ice held in the feline's gloved hands, wickedly curved edge still dripping crimson from a recent swipe at a daring goblin. Satoshi's fighting a losing battle, however, as feline stamina is not designed for a prolonged confrontation by even a group of this meager size. "Mon dieu... Where's a friendly dragon or tiefling when you need one?"
Riotka was walking up the bridge the sounds alerted his attention. The knocking of his heavy boots sounds off the deck of the bridge. Riotka's steady and paced steps as he nears the Feline and the goblins in the background. Riotka notes they don't pay him any mind as he skillfully leaps onto the wolf head. Leaping into the air and over the feline he changes form. The blur moves threw the air increasing in size. The band goes quite as one of the smaller goblins was landed on. Riotka had changed forms. Standing on the puddle of what was the goblin the Dragon took the the air again. Performing the same trick in the air. This time landing in his human form on one knee next to the feline. "They taste worse than they smell." His chin raises and he eyes the band again. " Are you in need of help?" he asked as he drew his sword. Never looking back to the feline, as to say he was going to kill them either way. The sword he drew from his back was large and twisted like flames. Riotka smiled and glanced back. "Ready?"
Satoshi is left momentarily speechless--a truly difficult thing to achieve, so hats off to the dragon's remarkable entrance. However, at the stranger's question of requiring assistance, the feline glances skyward in wonder firstly. Was there a deity watching over her that sent what she had asked for? Well, no sense in looking a gift horse--or saurian--in the mouth, so with a sharp nod Satoshi answers. "Oui. If you'd be so kind, monsieur~. Ready, set, et go~!" With a sound balanced between a purr and growl, the feline hefts the staff of Asorial to the right and behind her before darting forward, azure eyes narrowed on a small grouping of the goblins. It's a lightning quick movement, feline grace providing the speed to bring her before the goblins without granting them time to react. Which promptly costs the quintet their heads as the scything blade of Asorial is brought forward once more in a frigid sweep to cleave through unprotected necks. Five thuds of falling heads preludes the clatter of poorly armored bodies, a cacophony mingled with the overly jovial laughter of the diminutive feline. And amidst her gleeful slaughtering, Satoshi misses the fact that she's brought herself into a ring of the bristling goblins, all quite eager to take a piece of the cat as a trophy. Can we say oops?
Riotka had it in his mind to move already. He laughed to himself as he happen to charge in time with her. Such a mood he was in he thought to himself as he neared the first goblin. Riotka locked eyes with him the whole time. Riotka could smell so much fear. It truly was intoxicating. With his left hand he grabs the goblin's face and lifts him into the air. Riotka watched as horror took over now, as the goblin knew now he was seeing his last moments. Riotka's smile widens till it can go no more. Watching the horror in his eyes he turns the body towards the group. And watch the background move towards him. Shoving the rather over sized sword threw this belly and driving it forward violently. The blade pierces one of his comrades as it passes threw the back plate. The now limp body flys knocking into two more that are pushed back off the bridge. Riotka throws the blade into the closest goblin. Watching him in agony as he is pinned to the pilliar half alive. Riotka puts his hands on his hips and laughs at the gobin horde. They feared him and he knew it. Riotka breathed deeply "I love that smell."
Satoshi 's slitted eyes narrow as she realizes her predicament encircled by the goblins, a few of which have lost a hand or arm from her prior harrying and badly want to repay the favor upon her. "Hellfire," she hises to herself, Asorial gripped all the tighter as her feet shift subtly beneath her, taking a bracing stance as she waits. For what? Well, that's made obvious a few seconds later, as Riotka amidst his laughter might notice a streak of white dart over his left shoulder toward the ring of goblins. With a thrilled screech of a battle-cry and a flurry of feathers, the goblin behind Satoshi is suddenly set upon by a massive osprey, talons seeking eye sockets to embed themselves in before powerful wings lift bird and prey easily above the horrified collection surrounding Satoshi. The mage's bird-shaped imp familiar, Nazkulutaliapherin, has made his debut, and with shift in form to a snowy owl, talons release their hold to drop the small creature heavily upon a comrade with a resounding crunch of bone and metal. And that's when the feline goes into motion, Asorial once more lashing out as Satoshi lowers and turns in a harsh circle, scythe repeating its prior maneuver and tearing through four more goblin throats. The rest of the group around her scatter before the glacial scythe or icy bird can reach them, providing Satoshi a much needed respite as Nazkulutaliapherin goes on the hunt once more. "It -es- a lovely scent, hmm~?" the mage manages through panting breath, turning scythe into temporary crutch as she rests, standing in a pool of inky goblin blood.
Riotka take a great stride towards the circle of goblins. Pulling his hand back he backhands three of them. They fell loosely as their throats had already been severed. Her allies made quick work of the others. One last one stood just off her shoulder. Riotka turns and looks at the other side of the bridge. The others now closing in. Riotka looks with a smile at the Feline. "Watch this..." his glare became menacing as his gaze went from Satoshi to the lone goblin. The Goblin stopped his slow walk as notes the Dragon has taken to him. Riotka's right hand moves in a circle. The wrist motion as if capturing a small something. Yanking the small nearly invisible wire twine that was attached to his gauntlet. The end of the handle responds as the blade twitches from it's resting place in the chest cavity. Riotka yanks his arm and points it to the lone goblin. Jerking violently as riotka swiftly moves his arm, the sword flies into motion cutting two goblins in half cleanly, maiming two others legs. The blade sang as it moved with forth with the sudden yank. The wire shined for a moment as the dim light hit it. Riotka pulls his arm across his body. The blade again twitches and dislodges itself from the corpse. It sang again all the way to his hand. "My what friends you have." he said as he stuck the sword point first into the bridge. He walked towards her and then turned to the large part of the horde. Angry and annoyed, the cries of the maimed behind them. "I say we burn them all." his tone aristocratic and arrogant. He seemed to be priming a blast. Or so it would seem. The wind slowing down now.
Satoshi simply stands back to watch the stranger's display, whistling in admiration at the maiming he inflicts with seemingly relative ease. Still, she's rested enough and it's time her impish familiar got his own break from gouging eyes and crushing skulls with talons ever-changing to various birds of prey. Another whistle and an offered left wrist calls the avian-shaped imp to Satoshi and he settles in a ruffling of goblin-gore stained feathers. Riotka is given another curious look and the feline bares fangs in a smirk. "They've over stayed their welcome. Time for 'my friends' to go home, non~?" Her tone shifts then, going from coldly amused to almost sing-song as archaic words are spoken softly. The mage is hastily weaving her magics, with the tempo of her lilting whisper picking up an anxious speed at the mention of 'burn'. She has no desire to play with fire, something made obvious when her words abruptly cut off, leaving a faint rippling of sound with the sudden loss of the song. A ripple that echoes in the thick coating of black blood upon the bridge, a ripple spreading toward the approaching remnants of the goblin horde. And once that miniscule wave meets the first of their green feet, blood suddenly shifts from liquid to ice as it juts upward in a series of bristling daggered icicles. The heavily weakened frontlines of the mass promptly becomes nothing more than gruesome decor for a fence of crimson ice, tiny bodies impaled on the unforgiving glacial element. "Your move, monsieur." The bird-ish imp on her wrist merely clacks his eagle's beak in amusement.
Riotka stood in his ready position as he watched the troops become over run with daggers of ice. His head canted as he thought out that she must share some love of cruelty as he did to perform such a treacherous act. Bending his knees the wind had all bust stopped now. As if the vary air around them knew what was to come. Riotka looked over his cloaked shoulder. "You better hand on." his head gesturing to his sword in the deck. With the inference the others should run. Then again this didn't need to be said. The air took an heavy aura and screamed of ominous comings. Riotka's eyes had turned already at this point. His blue eyes glowed softy, the green ring inside them lightened too. As Riotka turned back to the immobilized horde. A great smile came across his face. Transforming again he towered over the others on the bridge. Lifting his wings up high, the dragon's head lifted. Letting loose a roar that seemed to contain a joyous tone as well that the vicious intention. The small rocks shook across the bridge. The vibrations rattled armor. Goblins cried in fear as they tore their flesh in attempt to escape. Hate flowed threw Riotka. His insides ablaze. Placing his wings forward till they touched he pointed at the goblins. Pulling hard he pulls his wings back pulling all the air towards him as he in hailed every molecule possible. Just as he thought he was about to burst he pushed all the heat out. His maw opened and the jet of white flames torrents out. The ice at their feet poofs into steam the armor melts. the screams are overrun with the sound the power jet of fire. The wings pushed forward as his was happening. Fueling the flames further and concentrating it's power to a smaller area."I didn't mean to go that far." he said checking over his shoulder making sure he hadn't blown them off the bridge. Smoke still bellowing from his maw. The smoke covered the bridge like a haze
Satoshi senses something in the air even before given the warning, and with fox-esque tail doubled in size from the tension building she claims Asorial once more, sending the falcon-shaped imp darting away. Scythe reclaimed, the mage whirls it around once before plunging its blade into the stone of the bridge. A ready-made brace, and just in time, as she's tucking her small form against the glacial weapon just as the dragon wings give their monstrous flap and that hated element is belched across the bridge in a fiery final blow against the goblins. In a show of fear so uncommon for the feline, she buries her face in her arms with a whimper, clinging to Asorial desperately as her frame curls up tightly upon itself. It's like this that she remains until the last remnants of heat fade away, and only then does she lift her head and blink at the smoke. "Hellfire... et I mean that," she coughs, wide blue eyes settling warily upon the dragon, a cautious awe on that gaze. Slowly, the cat uncurls herself to climb to her feet, waving unhappily at the drifting smoke still lingering. "Erm... thank you, by the way. Fire and all, I suppose..."
Riotka changes back still staring at the puddle of the the defeated. "Your welcome." he said softly, smoke rolled out with his words. Riotka looks at the scorched bridge top starting at his feet. Pulling his eyes away he turned away. His eyes still shown his slight daze. Riotka walks over to his sword. Pulling it from the stone and placing it over his shoulder. "You weren't hurt were you? I apologize I went a little over zealous." he bowed shortly.
Satoshi numbly shakes her head, a miffed expression given to the persistance of the smoky haze. "A few scratches and the like, but none the worse for the wear, really." One of these scratches is then inspected with a critical fashion, and the furrow of the feline's brow suggests she's not overly pleased with the depth of the goblin-sword inflicted cut. Just can't trust this blades to be clean, you know? "Nyeh. I'll heal. Or be healed. Same thing... Anyway~. Yourself? Are you hurt?" A wary glance goes to the remnants of the horde, and despite the finishing blow being dealt by fire, Satoshi can't help a smirk of feral amusement. "Impressive fireworks display, by the way."
Riotka scratches his head."Was it that impressive?" he looked back to the still hot corpses. "Not really,just a little on my neck." he points with a bloody finger. Waving the smoke past his face with the other hand. "We have talked before, but you never let on that you were such a skilled fighter." As he talked he shuffled threw a large bag. Finally stopping he pulls out a jar with a wax like substance. "I have some salve, if you would like." he said offering up the jar. His eyes lead back to the scorched earth. His face seemed disappointed at the now lack of enemies. Riotka rubs the salve on his neck...poking at it the whole time because he couldn't see the wound. His leg was bleeding a bit too, but he had yet to notice as was still tiring to place the one on his neck.
Satoshi goes through a series of expressions, from disdain for the smouldering remains to confusion at the mention of meeting before and finally settling on cattish arrogance with the compliment. "Ah, oui. You have to be able to defend yourself in these lands. Bodyguards and guardians are nice, but they can't always be at your side, you know?" The offered salve is met with a brief shake of her head. "No, thank you. Salve es not fun to get out of fur." The mage chuckles to herself as she hefts the scythe onto her shoulder casually. "So, what was your name again? Pity none of the goblins got away, now no one will be able to spread our names with fear among their kind~."
Riotka smiles. "I'm sorry, I'm not vary good at social interactions."Riotka put back the salve, then stands up strait and bows formally. "My name is Master Riotka, Special forces member for the clan Flaming Claw." he waits for her introduction then he resumed hisrelaxed form now. "You are not required to call me Master, only my underlings have that obligation." he said with a nod. Riotka racked his brain, for when he had meet her, but he thought it best to leave it, he was most likely wrong. Oh how he wish to be as good of a talker as he was a fighter. He sighed. "They know me, I've had to make trips here and there now and then. One must know many people to access information some times." he smiles as he speaks the dodging any follow up questions. Then sudden pointing behind her. "Hey look a blood trail, not sure how far he is going to get with one leg, but our legend is assured at lease that far." Riotka suppresses the urge to track him down. He smiles to himself for a moment thinking of hunting him, and the surprise that would take over his face. Looking at the feline she was quite proud of her self, so he just smiles and takes out a drink. "You drink?"
Riotka drank a dark vodka.
Satoshi nods briefly at the introduction, while hastily tossing a light shake of refusal for the alcohol. "Ah, no. I don't, thank you. Et, I'm Satoshi. Vailkrin's Foreign Affairs Minister." 'For now' is silently tacked on to the end of her words before she pushes the private thought away, forcing her faltering smile back into place. "And, a few call me the Snowfall Magus. It's a pleasure, Riotka. Not every day do I get to fight alongside a dragon." Again, the polite expression wavers, slipping into something forlorn and pained before the feline collects herself once more, forcing her attention to the departing blood trail. "Hmm. So we -do- have a run away. Oi~," and here the mage lifts her small voice to carry on the chilly air, "monsieur goblin~. Best warn your friends to play nice. Or Master Riotka et Magus Satoshi will find you again~." A distant squawk is assumptively the goblin's frightened response as he hobbles away as quickly as a single-legged creature can.
Riotka smiles at Satoshi's taunting. He let's his mind wander a moment picturing the goblin with one leg...Sitting in the bar holding his detached leg in arm and having had an eye gouged he points with his foot reenacting Riotka's sword movements. Maybe he'd poke his good eye to show how he lost the other one. Or maybe a belch for the fire. Rioka laughs softly. "You know your the second Feline I like, and that's something. Not just any one impresses me." Riotka paused, he could tell he was sounding slightly arrogant again. "And a Minister at that." he nods being impressed at the title, holding back the urge to ask why. He finished his drink and picks up his sword. Shaking it expertly to rid it of the blood before returning it in the back scabbard.
Satoshi is momentarily lost in her own imaginings of the goblin's tale, using spare forks to mimic the raking talons of Nazkulutaliapherin or a butter knife for the mage's black scythe. The thought is enough to provoke a laugh from the feline as her attention returns to Riotka. "Well, I'm glad at least a couple of us cat-types are leaving a good impression on one of the Claw." Nodding to herself as she's reminded of her position in Vailkrin, the mage adds, "Ah, yes. Minister. That little event with the goblins? My brand of 'foreign relations', y'know? Which, begs moi to ask... what brings you to Vaikrin, anyway? Lovely timing, of course."
Riotka smiles again, "Well, I had little choice about liking Miko..." he fades in mumbles, but is smiling warmly the whole time. Then he resumes answering the question, "One of my duties as an officer his make certain rounds. Not to mention to investigate the occasional city in the sky. Most of the time it's as it sounds, visiting pubs talking to the usual street ears. Some times One has to take a more direct approach without any one else knowing." Riotka's smile is more of a smirk now. "Not to mention the HC is a great little place to relax. A Lycan once told me some stories of how the hearth and the furnishings have attacked people before. I don't know if it's true but it is a great story." Riotka nods a bit. "My time was fortunate, but yours was not. Or do you make it a habit to fight hoards a lone?" his tone a bit sarcastic and playful now as he smiled at the feline.
Satoshi feigns a sheepish smile despite not feeling the slightest bit of chagrin. "I have a habit of getting in over my head. It es something I share with my," a pause, searching for the right word. Beloved? Mate? All of those and, "fiance, but it makes life entertaining, no?" And it's true. Kasyr did have a habit of hunting dragons despite their blood being deadly to him. Satoshi is tame in comparison to the tiefling. But mention of the Hanging Corpse gets the feline to focus again and look back toward the establishment, ears twitching with amusement before she's facing the dragon once more. "I've heard something of the furniture causing trouble as well, although it's well behaved when I'm around. Tell Steady to give you a free round next time you visit, as thanks from me." Nodding at this, the feline points her boots toward the western end of the bridge. "But, unfortunately, I have further business to attend now, so I must bid you farewell. Take care~." And with that, the mage is strolling off to her next batch of trouble.