by Guest 24th February 2015, 8:19 pm
Enola blinked sheepishly down at Kihia. “True exam?”
Her gaze dashed upwards toward at a hatch above – the head of a dragon-like creature popped out! Her eyes widened like two moons and her jaw hung open, believing the wyvern was going to come down and eat her. Instead, the creature took a deep breath and unleashed giant, harsh snow storm down upon the pillar and toward the young woman. Enola could do little beyond sitting helplessly as her skin and clothes reverted to normal, indicating that her spell was over. The snow and ice chunks started to wipe away the dust on the branch she stood on and, thus, removing the traction. Her porcelain shoes started to shake and wobble as she began slipping along the branch.
An idea popped into her head: Enola reached for the feather duster on her waist and pressed the button on the handle. Ching! The duster extended to form a long spear with a sharp tip. As if it were an ice pick, she jabbed the spear into the side of the pillar and used it to hold herself in place on the branch. Her eyes wandered around in search of a possible solution but there were none; in fact, Enola could barely see anything. The cloud hindered her vision, even covering her glasses in snow. Keeping her hands firmly on the spear and her feet still, she shook her head until her blinded glasses fell off her face and down below. They landed below next to Kihia and shattered.
Things were bleak. Enola was stuck in place on a branch, with a flimsy spear being the only thing keeping her in place. Her eyes were impaired, both by snow and the lack of glasses, and her body was becoming stiff from the cold. She lowered her head in dread, feeling defeated and out witted. Shame overcame her and she was afraid to look down, too embarrassed to look down at Kihia.
Wait…what would my friends do in this situation.
Enola let her imagination take over and pictured Gil Vessalius standing next to her on the branch with his crimson eyes looking flippantly at her.
He sighed, “I would have someone carry me up the pillar of course. Probably you.”
Enola pouted, “I don’t think that’s an option for me.” She shook her head and instead imagined Shohei Kirisagi.
The imaginary Shohei frowned, “I’d quit standing around like a moron and climb the pillar before I froze to death. Oh yeah, you might want to do that too before you freeze to death yourself.”
“That doesn’t really help…”
Enola thought for some time before imagining her old mentor, Ms. Kieva, standing next to her.
“Seriously, you need my help? After all I’ve taught you?” Ms. Kieva sighed in agitation, “I can’t believe I ever passed you…”
“But it’s hard! I don’t know what to do!”
“Of course you don’t! You never do!” She rubbed her brow in frustration.
“I’m sorry, Miss Ki-“
“Quit apologizing! If you weren’t so nice, you wouldn’t be here! You’d be home sipping tea in your mansion instead of that rich little punk!”
Enola reeled her head, taken aback by that nerve-cutting insult. She wanted to tear up but she shook her head. She thought of her brother Alexi sitting in her favorite chair, enjoying all the benefits that should’ve been hers. An irritated vein appeared over Enola’s eyes and she took a deep breath.
The imaginary Ms. Kieva chuckled and disappeared.
Enola look up, a determined fire raging in her eyes, and took one of her hands off the spear. She raised it up and whispered…
Dust Bunny Easter Egg.
A giant dust bunny ball formed in her hand and hurdled itself at a portion of the pillar above her. When it hit the icy surface of the pillar, the dust bunny extended in exploded into an even bigger tangle of dust. The dust tangles constricted around the pillar until they were tightly in place. Enola reached upwards with her free hand and grabbed onto the dust tangles as if they were vines. As her feet came off the branch, she lifted her spear with her and jabbed it into the side of the ice pillar to help hoist herself up.
Enola made it two meters up until she came to the end of the dust tangles. With one hand on the dust strings and another holding on to her spear, she darted her eyes around in search of something she could grab onto – two branches. One up above her to her left and another up above to her right. She reached for the one on her right until she had an epiphany. She awkwardly jabbed upward at the branch with her spear.
Crack! The branch shattered and fell down below.
A sigh escaped her breath, relieved she hadn’t grabbed it in the first place. As with the branch on the right, Enola jabbed the spear to her left. Evidently, the branch was solid as it didn’t budge a bit. Satisfied, she jabbed her spear back into the side of the pillar, let go of the dust tangles, and reached for the branch. She got a hold of the branch but quickly began sliding along it. Panicking, she hoisted her feet up and wrapped herself around the branch until she was hanging upside down with the spear dangling in her free hand. Her skirt was riding up her leg and she could feel the ice of the branch against her thigh.
Cold! Cold! Cold!
She winced at the stinging temperature but managed to turn herself around until she was upright on the branch. Very carefully, the young maid balanced herself on the branch with her knees and jabbed her spear into the side of the pillar once more. With the spear keeping her in place, she carefully raised herself up until she was standing on her feet.
She looked around for more branches, though they always appeared blurry at first, and repeated the process until she was up another five meters, for a total of 15 meters up the pillar. Enola looked down from her branch – she couldn’t see anything below though the snow storm. Her head was beginning to get dizzy from the cold but she kept her grip firmly on the spear, less she fall below.
Enola closed her eyes, thinking of her most hated foe – Alexi Pisa. If she could climb this pillar, then she could at least hope that she might one day make the Pisa family pay for its crimes.
“Mister Avoa! I don’t know if you can hear me down there, and I apologize for my rude tone, but I’m afraid that it would be unacceptable to let a snow storm stop me!”
HP: 97%
MP: 72%
Spells Used: Dust Bunny Easter Egg (1/2 Posts)Last edited by Enola Gay on 27th February 2015, 11:25 am; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : Grammar)