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Post by Remus on Jun 2, 2017 19:29:17 GMT -6
There was a time, what felt like years ago now, when Remus had found himself as aspiring to be a great healer. As he grew and developed into a more proficient healer, he always realized he was never quite good enough. Every time he found a more intense wound, he felt even more inadequate. However he had finally found himself at a steady pace and tone. His magic was able to fund and fuel steadily. He could mend wounds he hadn't been able to prior. He could fix bone. He could fix grievous wounds and mend multiple people at once. However, to this degree, Remus hadn't quite found a pattern that would work.
He was leaning over a young woman's unconscious body. The woman's arm was...terrible. Mangled. The skin was discolored. Visibly raw red flesh tainted and darkened with an open wound that was very slowly mending. Remus was hunched over her gripping Thyrus and attempting as much as he could to pour his healing magics into her, with her resting on a table. He wasn't the only healer there, but was probably the most experienced. Which...was a terrifying prospect because there were ten others and most were in worst scenario's. Remus had..theories as to why the wound was so slow to heal. Though he had been told how precisely they were injured, he couldn't quite comprehend the sheer potency of the venom coursing through this woman. He imagined that his healing magics were trying to heal the venom and the wound at once. If it was so strong that it did not allow for it to actually actively mend the wound beyond small traces of progress then they were dealing with a truly terrifying creature. These "baels". He recalled Nayru speaking of them before and now, he was quite worried.
It was only when color began to restore in the wounded tissue and progress quickened that he felt any notion of relief. Though still slow to mend compared to prior injuries, he wasn't quite positive he could heal everyone there. Not..right away. The priest was quiet as he murmured a faint prayer for the woman.
"Please, let her recover safely. Let her find absolute peace in her slumber and let her wounds mend swiftly...and let it be painless."
Remus didn't need to look out the window to realize just how bad it was. A few buildings on the outskirts were ruined. Another particularly unlucky shop was half obliterated with the wall caved in. The people were heavily down-trodden.
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Post by Althea on Jun 2, 2017 19:59:32 GMT -6
Active Personality: Ereshkigal
This is pretty messed up. The situation in Tuscana has certainly worsened over time. And all of this 'Lycia' place is like this? Or worse.
Ereshkigal remained silent for a time, her initial excitement at finally having access to a body, vision, and understanding of the world around her having certainly dimmed enormously over the last few days since her awakening. It wasn't like she had never seen monsters before, but from her perspective they had been mere pests at worst for the most part. At least where (and when) she lived they had been mostly eradicated, and the few that did show up were an amusing pastime to eradicate, one of the few times she got to leave the city and stretch her wings. Uh, metaphorically speaking, she didn't actually have wings. Hadn't had wings either, but Althea DEFINITELY didn't have them. It was still kinda... weird getting used to this whole human body thing. They were so easy to break and sucked at everything!
I am -so- sorry that my body is not to your specifications. Hey, sarcasm is unbecoming of a lady, Althea!
Rewarded by the impotent rage of the supposedly emotionless woman who was her acting host, Ereshkigal's mood lightened to a degree though it was hard to say that she was actually happy seeing this amount of destruction around her. Something big had come through here, maybe multiple of them, and done a lot of damage before f**k**g off to parts unknown. Not much here for her to fight though, and slinging around a bunch of dark magic at ghosts probably wouldn't help the mood of the folks round these parts, so she was left with... very little to actually do.
Unlike Althea though, she wasn't the type to drift through and be on her way. She didn't have much of a plan for HOW to help, but she... wanted to. The vague descriptions and understanding she had gained of Elibe in the modern age was nothing compared to the squalid reality of the battered villages of Lycia, and the whole place stunk of death and rot. A world coming apart at the seams, robbed of both heroes and villains, leaving humanity to wallow in its own weakness. And even now they still fought among each other. That Etruria guy invading other countries and killing those who defied him. It just didn't make sense to her, put bluntly.
But she didn't have to understand it to do something about it, at least in this scenario, so it didn't take long for her to follow the trail of tears and... yeah, that was a lot of really fucked up people. And as she had learned the hard way, Althea's... lacking ability in healing magic very minimally transferred to her. And a bad version of bad healing was not exactly super helpful. She'd be damned if she let THAT stop her, though, so without much idea of how to tell these human people things apart she just addressed the room kinda openly, hoping that whoever was in charge was there and not, say, in one of the beds dying, her words careful and strong to better project their meaning.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
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Post by Remus on Jun 2, 2017 21:06:35 GMT -6
Remus wasn't quite sure how much of this venom had been injected into the woman when she was bitten. He did not know wild-life enough to understand their abilities or aptitudes like say, Nayru would've. She seemed to be a walking encyclapedia in almost every field he could manage to imagine. He imagined she knew something about venoms. Though it might not help him out as much given well...she wasn't present. He'd have to make do with probing and doing his best to ensure this woman lived. His healing magic was certainly more potent upon her wounds. It wasn't...healing as fast as he would've liked however. What he needed to do was focus on it. He had to manage to narrow his scope and isolate the wound. If it was acting like an origin point for the venom to spread, then it'd be terrible. If...that was how venom worked. He did not know, so he would have to plan for the worst and secretly hope for the best.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
Yes. Yes he could use help. Remus turned to gaze briefly at the snowy skinned woman that had stepped into the make-shift healing center. He waved for her to approach before speaking up, lifting the tainted limb while quietly gesturing to the wounded section. He did not immediately return to his healing but a moment later the faint blue aura pulsating with soft warm illumination from his staff began to exude a brighter light and soft but strong warmth.
"Yes actually. If you can lift her arm, I believe it will give me a more direct angle at which to attempt and heal this wound. If we are to ensure the venom does not continue corroding tissue beyond my aptitude for healing magic then we will have a far easier time. For every patient mended, it becomes that much easier to mend the others. Ah. Thank you, for er, offering to help."
Remus gazed down at his hands. Normally he would've tried to shake her own or at-least embrace hands. However his own were heavily stained in the blood of another.
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Post by Althea on Jun 3, 2017 2:40:17 GMT -6
Excellent, SOMEONE here knew how to react to spoken comman-'requests,' that was what they called them these days, when people didn't know to do whatever you said. It was a bit quaint actually. Having to try to explain to people WHY they should do what you told them to. Rather fun actually. Sort of like a challenge, but you couldn't blow it up. Well. You could, but that would be defeating the point.
ANYWAYS the point was that now he was giving her orders, which was... something that was going to take some getting used to, at least from people other than Althea. Ereshkigal hesitated for a moment as she swallowed her pride and washed it down with a slice of humble pie, then gingerly grabbed the fallen woman's arm, trying not to get any of the weird goopy stuff on her. That was blood, right? People still had that stuff she was fairly sure. Or maybe it was the venom. It was hard to tell. She didn't really want to touch it either way. The robed guy seemed not to mind it though, so she assumed it wasn't flesh eating bacteria or super acid blood poison (could something be both a poison AND blood?) and continued to focus on, uh, not getting any of it on her. Partially because Althea would kill her if she lost an arm or two by accident while joyriding, partially because WOW that stuff was grody to the max.
"So..." Never one to keep quiet when the opportunity to do otherwise arose, which was all the time as far as she was concerned, Ereshkigal smiled brightly at the healer and decided that NOW was the time to have a perfectly normal conversation. He probably didn't need to focus that much anyways, right? "What's your deal? You don't look like you live here. And what happened in town, anyways? Looks like something tall dark and ugly came waltzing through here. Inferi are still a thing right?"
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Post by Remus on Jun 3, 2017 18:11:28 GMT -6
Remus was glad to have the help. Though the female seemed to gingerly approach such. Remus would take any assistance and never look the gift-horse in its mouth however. It allowed him to focus. Quietly lifting Thyrus and clasping it as the gem blossomed with a softer blue warmth that radiated in a larger distance. Washing over the wound as small concentrated wisps of light encircled and infused the damaged, corrupted, or infected flesh at all areas. It mended with a much swifter rate. Though it took far more concentration on Remus's part as he still fought the venom within her veins and had to stem the tide of it's spread.
Once he'd gotten accustomed to the pressure of healing he tried to hone in a bit further but tilted his head to examine the female as she tried to probe him with questions. He noted a slightly decreased rate of healing, but as long as he was mending her wounds it...couldn't hurt too much to be a tiny bit distracted could it? At-least, nothing major since he'd gotten a better grip over what he was mending. The priest flashed a bit of a smile, returning to his default expression as he answered her question aptly. At-least, the first part.
"Ah. Well. I'm a priest and I...generally just happened to be moving through and noticed these people in need of assistance. I..could not turn them down. As for what happened well.."
He turned his gaze as if to indicate with direction of his visage, scanning towards each indivdiual before actually speaking again.
"They were all severely injured. It was a horrible sight to initially enter to. They were dealing with-"
He paused as her strange choice of word reached his ears. Confusion washed over him as he briefly tried to remember ever hearing that word. He'd not any faint idea of what it meant.
"Inferi? I er...no. I do not know what an Inferi is but this was a Bael. A large spider monster. A..very strong one at that from what I'm hearing."
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Post by Althea on Jun 3, 2017 18:43:51 GMT -6
Monsters, Ereshkigal. They're called monsters. Well how the f**k was I supposed to know that? Hey, what do you call a blamflorf these days? A - what? Yeah that's what I thought. ...You just made that up. I refuse to believe a world so - so silly - But can you PROVE it? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
"Heh." Grinning mostly at her new best buddy's extreme discomfiture, Ereshkigal remembered a second late that she was supposed to be equally discomfited about the monster thing. "And that's a dumb name. Monsters. Pfft. Might as well just call you 'human' instead of... whatever your name is... I'm Ereshkigal by the way, nice to meetcha!" Her minor fit of immature sass evaporated quickly when the realization of missing meetings had dawned on her.
You don't think that's conspicuous? Huh? The name. Can't you go by, like, Ellen or somehting? f**k you my name is almost as awesome as me. You're just jealous yours sucks. ...There is nothing wrong with my name you hyperactive-
Whatever meaningless unimportant drivel Althea had been about to say was cut off as Ereshkigal focused back on the world around her... a decision she regretted when she remembered how many injured people were around and how bad it smelled, but eh. So a wandering priest haling the victims of a Bael attack... sounded like something out of a story. Kinda exciting almost! Just not enough fighting or... actually interesting stuff happening to really invorigate her. "...So Baels, right? Those things are super fun. Think it'll come back? I heard they were poisonous. Hey, you're a healer right? How hard is it to learn how to heal? A friend of mine sucks at it and won't teach me" - HEY! - "but it sounds super useful, it can't be that hard to pick up right?"
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Post by Remus on Jun 3, 2017 19:44:01 GMT -6
Fun? Maybe these questions would've been better suited for Nayru. He had a feeling she'd find practically everything fun comparatively to Remus who...did not enjoy massive murder fiends. He enjoyed nothing about them and imagined he never would. Worse yet was all the fangs and claws and nigh-unkillable nature of the fiends. Fiends was, of course, to imply simply all the beasts that plagued Elibe. Remus gazed with blinking curiosity at this...strange woman. Honestly, he had a knack for meeting singularly unique people! Though that was, at the end of the day, a good thing. The lapis haired priest quietly shook his head in response to her first assault of questions. Now he was starting to realize how Nayru must've felt when she first revealed herself as a dragon to he himself.
"Well...I don't know that I'd call them fun. Large spiders able to effortlessly crash through the average wood home and powerful as well as frighteningly tough. This one supposedly was much larger even for a Bael. Though, this wasn't the first attack and it stands to reason it would eventually return. Though you are correct. In-fact, it is the venom of the bael that I'm attempting to mend right now that is...slowing my progress."
Though he didn't mind assisting with healing, he was taken aback not only to be asked but questioned so much. Remus had to focus on healing the girl but quietly turned a side gaze to this pale haired curiosity that assailed him with quizzical glances or tones. That didn't stop him from smiling however. Oh, few things could stop that.
"I am a healer yes. To be quite honest, I don't know how difficult it might be for others to learn how to heal. For me it was my only real gift for so long that I knew nothing else. At this point I've just tried to improve where I could. Though, I'm sure your friend is proficient in their own right! Healers can specialize at varied aspects of it after all. However if they won't assist you I would be happy to attempt and aid you in developing the healing arts."
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Post by Althea on Jun 3, 2017 20:02:26 GMT -6
"Yeah, that's what makes them fun?" Ereshkigal stated the fact in a mildly uncertain tone, not quite sure what the unnamed priest was getting at with his Debbie Downer response. She wasn't mad about it, just honestly didn't understand what he was trying to say. "It's no fun fighting stuff that breaks too easily, and Baels were about the most exciting things I was allowed to hunt." At least that she was ALLOWED to go fight. If something else happened while out and about, well, that was just a fortuitous coincidence. She wasn't sure why she hadn't understood that as well at the time. "Plus no one cares if a couple monsters go boom, right? So it's fun AND harmless, which is basically the best kind of fun 'cuz no one gets hurt."
Finishing her little explanation with a little giggle, Ereshkigal nodded to corroborate it. They HAD been about the most exciting thing she had been allowed out of the city to fight after all, and even then the Inferi were expendable and uncontrollable. Baels were just uglier than most. The venom thing slipped by her interest quite quickly and she latched on to the next bit that caught her attention. To point out that Althea really was a mediocre healer or not... no, she was the mature one after all, the big sister, obviously she had an obligation to be nice about it. "Cool. Natural talent, I respect that." At least she could empathize with it, sort of, all she was really good for was dark magic which was basically the same thing. And Althea was really good at boring people to death, which was also probably a talent. "So... is there a faster way to heal people?"
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Post by Remus on Jun 5, 2017 13:36:03 GMT -6
Sooo..is she related to Nayru or something?
The priest risked a single confounded glance at the battle-loving female who toted such strange milky white skin and snowy white hair. It was definitely like he was talking to a more open Nayru. The priest leaned down for a moment longer. Healing magics surging through the wound as he managed to best the venom corrosively eating away at the poor villagers vitality, before mending the wound itself. Skin and meat and tissue repairing within the healing warmth of the divine magics. Remus's staff let out a final punctuated pulse of mending warmth that finished rejuvenating her tainted, injured flesh. He smiled brightly towards it, briefly speaking to his newfound helper as he moved to lower his staff against the table like a prop before dipping his hands in a slightly dirty bowl of water.
"Thank you for holding her arm up for me. Though it might've seemed a minor task it was of monumental importance as it allowed me both my hands to freely heal. It's er, a relief. Just having the extra hand does more than you'd imagine. "
He paused, visibly exhaling quietly before turning to grab his staff again. This time facing her and speaking directly to her.
"I er...do not consider monsters fun to fight. Then again I'm not exactly one for fighting myself. Though, to be honest...a..faster way of healing people? Generally that comes with knowledge of the body, and the power poured into the healing magics. If you have one person who is seriously injured you could effectively heal them faster by expending excess energy to envelop them completely and simply mend them totally. This however would waste any excess energy that you might have only needed to spend if you knew their injury and what precisely needed fixing. To answer your question directly though, the fastest way is simply to expend more energy. If you wanted the effective way, it'd be knowing the injury and body of the victim. If er...that makes sense?"
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Post by Althea on Jun 5, 2017 20:53:31 GMT -6
Another weird look. Apparently this guy really didn't like her opinions. Whatever, his loss. She wasn't MAD about i-ok yeah maybe a little, but not like, MAD mad. Anyways, whatever, they didn't have the same viewpoints on life, the universe, and everything, there was no law against that. Unless you were Etrurian apparently, but he was healing people rather than setting them on fire so probably not. And hey, at least she'd been able to help a bit, right? Trying to cling to that minor joy in the wake of still feeling super gross, she none too subtly wiped her hands off on the least gross looking bit of excess fabric she could find and made an effort not to touch anything else.
Though it was interesting to learn if nothing else that two handed healing worked a lot better than one handed healing. Something about stability and duality probably. If only he hadn't had to drop in that dig about her preferences. "Well sorrrrrrRY," she snarked back, crossing her now more-or-less cleansed hands under her breasts and looking a little bit 'whatever' in that way that teenagers do so well. "Some of us didn't have many outlets growing up so we had to make do." It was still taking a... little bit of getting used to people not agreeing with her by default, a bit frustrating and exciting all at once, but it felt as though there was unspoken judgement in the priest's words. And he STILL hadn't given his name which seemed extra rude. Maybe he was just a jerk. But he was the jerk giving her some clue about healing magic, so doing the same in return was probably not the wisest. "So yeah. Use more magic. Not a problem. I tried that and the spell went boom."
Admittedly she had managed to get a crappy magic flow going on the second try but she still didn't get how to actually healing magic any better, meanwhile friggin' Althea was all smarmy about how it just took CONTROL bla bla whatever. "Look, I'll probably be more useful if you point me in whatever direction mama spider went."
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Post by Remus on Jun 6, 2017 1:10:10 GMT -6
Now that he had a moment to focus on things other than a potentially dying woman, Remus took a brief pause. Examining her in a second inspection while she spoke. What had she said her name was? Ereshkigal? That was a foreign name if he'd ever heard one. Then again...was he really one to judge? How many people had he met with strange names? When was the last time he'd heard Nayru's name beyond her own use? The priest tilted his head, ignoring the more solem tone of his own topic for a moment to speak in a more upbeat mannerism.
"I can't say I've ever heard the name Ereshkigal before, but I like it! It's unique! It's not like the hundreds of Alex's or Victor's or Sara's or Jessica's! My name's Remus. Though I er..admit that I've never used combat as an outlet before so I wouldn't know. I've...not actually done much of the..attacking stuff beyond a few isolated instances. Mostly monsters at that haha! Actually er...only monsters. I've never attacked a person before."
He did nod however as she started to speak about using magic and then it going "boom". Not out of understanding what it meant to cast a spell and have it "Go boom" or anything. Just more of understanding what she'd meant. He parted lips that often spoke words of pacifism to speak, before a thunderous rumble reverberated through the ground. In the distance, the following sound of heavy debris tumbling down followed the initial roar of noise. Remus was about to speak up over it as he turned his head in Alarm. His eyes found the door as a panicked man came rushing into the small make-shift healing center.
" They're-There, It's back!!! It's going crazy!!"
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Post by Althea on Jun 6, 2017 16:47:50 GMT -6
The praise, however small, still served to puff Ereshkigal up like a balloon... figuratively speaking obviously, it would be weird otherwise, and more or less soothe the savage beast (or slightly affronted immature young lady) depending on how one wanted to word it. Plus she got to feel like the world's only owner of a hilarious in-joke, because joke's on him, her entire race was dead or evil ghosts and obviously he wouldn't have heard of it!
...
Wow crap that was actually really depressing.
"Yeah, I'm not from around these parts." The slightly anachronistic young lady giggled, drinking in Althea's growing frustration as her body's current inhabitant continued to make an ass of herself. But it WAS true. She wasn't from around here! Little more south, for one. And, uh, about three thousand years ago. Granted she hadn't really been a person for most of that time buuut who was counting? "Well Remus, it is nice to meet you. Another unique name eh? I've certainly never heard it before!" Again, heh, probably for a reason. But it was a cool name anyways so it didn't bother her. Row row row your Remus, gently down the- what WAS that explosions? She hadn't even done anything yet, dammit. Who was stealing her thunder?
"...And that's my cue," she stated in bemusement that was slightly incongruous with the whole 'oh god the world is ending' vibe of the ruckus outdoors. "I'll be back to suck at healing later, for now I'm going to go take care of the problem."
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Post by Remus on Jun 7, 2017 21:33:27 GMT -6
She'd never heard of Remus before? He didn't know too many other Remuses but he knew one or two. Perhaps she'd simply never encountered them? It wasn't entirely unbelievable though. The priest would've commented more on the matter but the second series of thunderous crashes drew the priests attention. As Ereshkigal announced that she was going to head out, Remus instantly looked around the room. The few healers there were looking to the blue haired male, and most looked nervous or anxious. Remus quietly tapped his staff once and lifted a closed hand to his lips to cough into it before clearing his throat. He turned back to them before he spoke up quietly.
"Right. I'm going to examine with you. If it's a real issue it'd be best to have a skilled healer on the spot. I will do my best to help expedite removing this trouble. Everyone, please focus on keeping the other injured safe. You do not need to cure their wounds but please try to prevent the condition from worsening as best as you can. Once I return I will be able to help as best I can."
He looked to Althea and quietly nodded to her.
"Okay. I'm coming with you."
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The second small house had lost part of its walling. The Elder Bael was colossal. Heavy fur covered the core parts of its body but the red shade faded into a well aged wizened grey hue. Strong legs moved despite the occasional resistance of house walling and as someone with blade in hand ran forwards to strike at it screaming, the bael reared backwards with a hiss, twin mandibles loudly clapping together before it struck at him. Tearing at the neck and instantly killing him, dropping the life-less corpse to the ground as he crumbled before it started to scurry faster. People were scattering in wake of the gruesome fell beast now moving into the town proper.
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Post by Althea on Jun 11, 2017 2:38:53 GMT -6
Ereshkigal had been enjoying the interaction with the strange priest - Remus was the name she thought - but there was a kernel of truth to the idea that she was to some degree happy to have their discussion interrupted by something that would allow her to enjoy herself in a more familiar way; she remembered that once the discussion would have been titillating enough in its own, but the fire burning in Althea, and the raging inferno that consumed her for its own purposes, both made if difficult for her to truly stand still and enjoy life as it was. It was - strange. It felt out of character for her, honestly. Ereshkigal remembered not caring that much for combat except as an escape from the oppressive walls of her gilded cage. And yet now, with whatever, or... whoever she was, there was an element of actually enjoying it for its own sake that she was not completely comfortable with but could not gainsay.
Part of it, she thought, is that it was only immersed in the primordial soup that was her birthright that she could remember... fragments more of what it meant to be herself. The original Ereshkigal, the girl that she remembered herself as rather than the mashed-up jumble of bits and pieces that she was now. Trying to remember who she was and who she was supposed to be. Bah. Had she always been this sentimental? The spirit stared down at her open palm for a moment, still not quite comfortable in this body, and shook off the momentary malaise like the meaningless mollycoddle it was. Heh. That was a word she did remember liking. It was so silly. Grinning at nobody's joke, Ereshkigal looked back up to Remus as he affirmed his desire to join her. What the hell. Company. That WAS what she had wanted, right? "Heh. Just like old times. Alright, Remus, let's get this done."
-There had been a man in the past, too. A guardian. She remembered that much... more than the rest.
Outside the village had descended to hell on earth, the already battered buildings being rent and sundered by a monstrous creature that looked to be close to two stories tall, maybe, she wasn't great with numbers. Story and a half? It was pretty big anyways, and apparently hungry... or not, given that it didn't even eat the guy, just kill him. That was weird. As far as she remembered these creatures were always hungry - though she also vaguely remembered some trivia about them most commonly waiting to eat until after the battle to enjoy their meal in peace? Hm. How interesting. She'd have to try to dig up that memory later.
She was in the present, though. The here and now. Real once more. Ereshkigal sighed deeply, feeling the black magic of her birthright begin to seep through her body and out, rising from her like steam in increasing waves of magical force. Not... over the top. It wasn't like the incident with Vadis, where she had been too carried away by emotion to really think. This time, she was in a village full of people - innocents - those that she could not, WOULD not, injure lest she become the same kind of monster as the one who had slain her in the first place. So nothing too large scale. Even ignoring the fact that there were certainly... downsides to that, as she had learned after the fact. Bringing one hand up, feeling the fabric of reality twist and break within the palm of her hand as the profane mass of bubbling blackness poured into and over the grail of her upraised palm as a larger sphere of magic about a meter in diameter began to whirl to life.
She HAD been wanting an excuse to test out this body a bit, after all. She what she could get away with without hurting Althea. Much. With so much less power and somewhat more control thanks to the actually conscious Althea, who she could sense rapidly working to help stabilize the colossal quantities of magic building up, there was far less strain on the body itself and much less need to... reinforce it... in ways that would be as obviously detrimental, but one channel of the crimson pulsing magical scar snaked up her neck and her left cheek nonetheless, though the rest mostly stayed beneath the surface - mostly appearing as Althea. So far, so good. Deep breath. Try not to start laughing crazily or doing anything too weird that would scare people. "...I'm just gonna start hitting it unless you have any better ideas."
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Post by Remus on Jun 14, 2017 10:02:41 GMT -6
Old times? Now, he couldn't confess to being familiar of any "old times" with this woman but he imagined maybe she'd confused him with another blue haired companion that had in fact spent these "Old times" with her? He didn't quite know how to approach that comment. Maybe best left alone then? He'd no doubt find out about these old times at a later date! Assuming they survived the source of the explosively loud ruckus being made. All he had to go on for prior info was what the villagers had told him, and what Nayru had told him. Considering though that Nayru's line up made it sound like an abomination that could destroy small armies, he was definitely leaning towards hoping the villagers accounts were maxims of danger and not minimums. Then there was the wild card of this Ereshkigal. What could she do? She seemed excited enough in her own right to warrant likely having either some idea of what she was doing, or none.
Alright Remus. Nayru isn't here to save you this time, unlike um...literally...every..other time. Ah. Right. We can do this!
A second voice quietly drifted through his mind. One that spoke words he probably would've have ever spoken but definitely understood in his own voice. The most miniscule of lights imbued within Thyrus lit, unbeknownst to the priest as he followed the gun-ho pale haired woman around the corner.
By holy light, attain thy might. Seek only right, and win thy fight.
Yes. I can help! It's a monster. Light works against those! Good thinking, rhyming me!
The priest had to jog a bit though to make sure he stayed astride with Ereshkigal. The priest wasn't used to making long strides normally, and often had to make up with a faster one. He clutched Thyrus to his chest a bit when they came into view with the colossal monstrosity that was the elder bael. However his attention was also drawn as the dark sphere burst into life seemingly at Ereshkigal's command. That was...a shock. He'd never seen much of dark magic in person, really. So to see it now was a genuine surprise to him. It gave them some real diversity though! Staff magics, light magic, dark magic, all that was missing was some elemental prowess! He might've speculated further but Remus's heart leapt at the already strewn victim in the path of its rampage. Right. First thing was first then.
...I'm just gonna start hitting it unless you have any better ideas.
Well. Not precisely but to be fair, after seeing how easily it brushed segments of house aside he knew what had to be done first.
"Let me just..."
Remus lifted Thyrus aloft and quietly and let out a blossoming warmth of stave magic as his magic erupted like a steady pulsating wave of visible heat. It began to swirl and conform around Ereshkigal as the arcane magic soldified into a shell like aura around her skin with slightly reflective properties. A glisten now visibly staining her skin when light shone upon it as the priest turned to the woman before flashing a wide, typical smile.
"I'll keep a barrier up around us as best I can. Though er..it's...not going to last beyond a few hits at most. Large things with lots of power break them fairly quickly. So please be careful!"
The priest quietly took a few steps further back and began to channel one for himself. However, as he'd learned prior, to conserve his stamina magically he'd have to take it slower. Effectively making himself slightly useless in the immediate.
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