RP:Oh Ayras, You're Such an Arse
Winter Berry Garden
Daisy leans over on hands an knees with her nose inches from that black circle of magical death, rear end high in the air. "I will defeat you," she whispers, flicking some snow onto the offending thing. Of course the snow vanishes right away. The kitten sighs and rests her cheek in the snow, staring at the darkness. She doesn't mind the cold on her face. Welcomes it, rather. Maybe it'll shock an idea in her head. Shock... hn. Didn't mean for that bit of foreshadowing to happen.
Ayras : Foreshadowing, indeed. However, the shock comes later. At the time being, the metal-winged man - the psychopath, if you will - simply walks onto the scene of a rump raised in the air and a nose to the ground. It's the rump that holds Ayras' attention at first until he starts to chuckle. Okay, so maybe the shock isn't to Daisy's head, but Ayras does, indeed, shock the poor druid. In the rump. "Why hello there, Catnip. I almost didn't recognize you from this angle."
Daisy isn't expecting anyone to join her! Both paws cover her tush as she squeals, jumps, and rolls to bury that bit of her in the snow. "How dare you... just... touch... ah..." Oh god, it's that guy! Aaron? Anthony? Amanda... Ayras! Yes that is it. He was gone for so long and now... Be nice. Smile. There you go. Now say you're sorry. "I apologize my posterior end invaded your space." Well now that just sounds ridiculous.
Ayras lofts one of those ruby eyebrows of his, a smirk creeping onto his lips. "Ah, but see, I didn't actually touch your derriere." A hand is held up, metal digits flexing as lightning creeps along from shoulder to fingertips. "I simply shot you." Smirk grows to a fanged grin, amusement - possibly of the sadistic sort - evident in his silver eyes. "As it is, your arse didn't invade -my- space. I don't keep gardens." His body shifts, his gaze drifting to the black circle. "Or, what used to be a garden. I didn't realise Satoshi was -that- bad at keeping things alive."
Daisy stands up to brush her clothes free of snow. That lightening bothers her a bit as she watches it flow freely over the very, very scary man. Oh no. That electricity doesn't make him more intimidating. Not at all. At least she isn't standing near a cliff this time. Where can she hide? No! No hiding. Just... be polite. "She didn't do this." Her eyes shift back to the magical circle that is going to need a name soon. 'Black magic death circle' can only be written so many times. "I'm trying to... fix it." Even with her eyes on ol' blackie -totally not the name-, she keeps Ayras in her peri.. perafi...puh... she keeps Ayras' form in the corner of her eye.
Ayras ventures forward, stopping ponderously close to Daisy as he regards the death field. For some reason, he's having to fight his growing mirth. Though his grin had disappeared, the corner of his mouth keeps twitching. A lot. It's like he -knows- she's scared as hell of him. "Trying to fix what I can only assume to be necromancy, hm? Are you a priest? You don't quite strike me as the priest type. Priests don't tend to taste good. You look like you would." That does it. He can't hold his grin back anymore. Oh Ayras. You're such an ass.
Daisy remains perfectly calm. So what if he moved closer? So what if that grin sends a shiver down her spine not even the harshest of Frostmaw could cause? There's a flick of her tail. A twitch of her ear. Maybe he knows, but not by just looking at her. She smiles with a little downward tip of her chin. "Oh me? I'm all fat and fur." Good girl. Keep it light. "I'm a druid, actually."
Ayras actually looks surprised at that declaration. A druid, hm? Well, that certainly is surprising. "So you -are- a priest, of a sort. And yet you're not trying to kill me. I thought all you druid types were all 'grr, kill the abominations!' towards my kind." That prompts a look that clearly says 'pfft'. Possibly because of the size difference. Ayras does, after all, stand at over six feet tall. And has razor-edged wings. And metal limbs. And vampiric strength. And Daisy has...daisies. "So, how do you plan to heal this wound to the earth, Hippy Catnip?"
Daisy isn't quite sure what a hippy is, nor does she care at this point. Well. She hopes it isn't something delicious because she'd rather not be eaten today. Or any day. To be honest, this man actually makes it super easy to hide her nervousness. He's a talker with an arrogant air about him. Flatter the vanity, kitten. "Your kind? I judge the man by the man, not by men like him." Her polite smile widens as she takes a step back from him. "You are terrifying, though." She can say that because he already knows. He prides himself on being big and strong and scary. She has seen his type before. And won. "With a tree, I think." She isn't quite sure yet.
Ayras waves his flesh-and-blood hand in an encompassing arc towards the patch of death, lofting a brow at the tiny woman. "Do you have a plan how to make the tree survive in that? Necromancy has a way of making things wither before its time, after all." Metal wings flex and shake as though they're real - if deadly - feathers, causing quite the racket of clanking and popping lightning. Strangely, now his face is actually quite serious as he returns his gaze to the blackened patch, wings spreading to provide balance as he crouches down. That metal hand of his reaches forward, clawed fingertips tracing a line just beyond the edge of the magic circle.
Daisy takes another step back to keep from bumping into those noisy feathers. "I'm trying..." she mutters, not so sure of her skills right about now. But Satoshi has faith in her, so she has to have faith in herself too! She watches that hand get closer. The queen said the circle drains... destroys... kills. What if you're already dead? Isn't that what this man is? Death and metal? I wonder if that's where the musical genre came from: Ayras back in the day. Heh. "Don't..." she warns, not sure if he'll listen.
Ayras is most certainly not the father of death metal. That would be Dani Filth or some other such British singer. But enough of music, on to Ayras! Of course he doesn't listen to Daisy, that metal limb reaching into the death circle...only for nothing to happen. Well, what did you expect? The hand's metal! It's not like the life can be drained from it. That's not to say, however, that his own magics don't react to the death magic. Snap, Crackle, Pop, and we have Rice Crispies! Not really, though there is a lot of snapping, crackling, and popping as electromancy plays against necromancy. That, in turn, causes the metal-winged man to snatch his false hand back. "Well, you're likely one step ahead of most that Satoshi would know, in regards to ability to heal land. Though she may have picked up another druid or two in my time away. Who knows." And with that, he shrugs.
Daisy holds her breath as she watches the magics dance with eachother. She actually reaches out to pull him back, but thinks twice about it and just keeps her distance. He doesn't need her. He'd probably just swat at her anyway. That wouldn't be fun at all. "I'm trying... very hard." Her voice is barely heard above the breakfast cereal noises.
Ayras rises from his crouch and turns about, heading off away from the garden. He does, however, stop to pat the one he has dubbed 'Catnip' on the shoulder. With his non-shocking hand. "I'm sure you'll get it done." And with not a single bit of further to-do...he's off.