Wedding Crashers (Job:flowercat87, Rowan Protegan)

Ivana raised her bony fingers to her crimson lipstick-coated lips, taking in a deep breath before releasing a sharp whistle to garner Rowan's wandering attention. Ivana stood many feet away though the distance between them couldn't mute the vibrant red rose pattern that was stamped along her knee-length dress, the base being a typical white. Ivana strode over to Rowan with the clickity clack of her skin color pumps following closely behind. 

As Ivana approached her teammate, confused thoughts rushed to her as her somewhat focused eyes set onto him. What is he wearing? It looks like he had just thrown a few semi-formal clothing items together but oh well, I'm sure the younger attendees and newly-weds won't be able to tell. Ivana shrugged to herself as she questioned Rowan's fashion choices in her head, now, few feet between the two.

"Rowan! We should probably start looking for those little shits now," she suggested as she adjusted the less than perfect fit of her attire. She swung her arm, using her index finger to point over toward one of the people-packed pathways of Rose Garden. "Should we start there? One of them might be lurking in that crowd." 

Ivana would then attempt to curl her fingers around his wrist to grip it and begin to lead him toward the loaded lane ahead. Many formally-dressed people pushed past the two as they crept closer and closer to the horde of wedding-goers. "I think that might be one," Ivana turned her head, speaking into Rowan's ear in a hushed voice. As the two shoved through and the crowd began to part, the person (possibly persons) to be revealed was bound to be in league with Mrs. Goldstar's ex if it wasn't him himself. 

Word Count: 291/250 words, 555 words total

The member 'flowercat87' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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'Monster Dice' :

Ivana's lead was taken over by Rowan and in turn, it resulted in Ivana following him. Ivana let out occasional grunts and groans as she and her teammate wormed through the squirming and chattering crowd around them. Her feet felt as if the flesh that made up some of them were about to tear and light ablaze, despite this, she retained a particularly eager spring in her step. 

"What do you see?" she begged of Rowan as something seemed to have taken hold of his focus. She heard no response to her question that hardly surpassed the volume of a wimpy, self-conscious whisper. Though, her question was given an answer within seconds of being asked. As one of the scruffy, ill-equipped cohorts released a bellowing shout in response to a passerby that had unfortunately stumbled into the suspicious figure. Ivana's eyelids peeled back like the skin of an orange torn free from itself, the astonishment in her expression clear. That must be one of them, she guessed to herself as she slid over, with Rowan kept close. 

"Are you here to attend the wedding?" Ivana questioned as the tipsy civilian scurried away from the unfolding scene. Ivana's voice had been renewed with a quality of conviction, causing a subsequent raise in the volume of her confidence-imbued words. 

The conspicuous man's enraged state was crystal clear within his mannerisms but even more so with his vocal timbre. The man's figure caused Ivana's own to pale in comparison, his height causing him to expectedly tower over her elderly stature. "What does it matter to you, bitch?" he spoke with consistency to his anger-fueled tone, which was probably what had caused him to speak so ill of Ivana to her face.

"...do you speak to your mother with that mouth?!" Ivana roared in response before the deep laughter of two other men came from behind the first. "Oh, had to bring in your little friends? An old lady too scary!?" she continued to spew verbal curses and "fightin'" words until she brought her left hand up, the soft skin of her thumb running suddenly quick over the tip of her middle finger, snapping. A flick of argent fire evoked with the flick of her fingers, she then waved back toward Rowan as a sort of gesture, "Take 'em out," she commanded.

Word Count: 388/250 words, 1,334 total

Once again Rowan was outpaced in the art of conversation as Ivana quickly began berating the cohort verbally. The plasma mage’s eyebrows rose in surprise as Ivana was quickly stepped up to, and Rowan instinctively took a step closer, prepared to intervene if necessary. It shouldn’t have been a surprise when Ivana instructed Rowan to dispatch the ruffian, but he was taken aback nonetheless. Knocking blokes out was most definitely up Daniel’s alley but… The plasma mage took a step forward and sized up the cohort, realizing that he was seriously out-weighted. Still, if Rowan backed out now, his and Ivana’s intimidation would be more of a joke.

Steeling himself Rowan tilted his head in an effort to pop his neck, but he ultimately failed. The cohort wasn’t about to have any of that, and with a snort, the ruffian pulled his right fist back and threw it forward directly towards Rowan’s face. While the plasma mage wasn’t a hand to hand expert, it was something Rowan practiced here and there, just in case. Just before the fist connected, Rowan turned to the left and leaned slightly to the side, narrowly dodging the attack. Taking this opportunity to counter, Rowan continued his turn whilst driving his elbow upwards into the cohort’s ribcage. The entire thing only took a second, and the current result was one large man having the wind absolutely knocked out of him. Of course, the ruffian was still being carried forward by his momentum, and Rowan knew that a single strike wasn’t going to knock the guy out, and so with some concentration, the plasma mage began charging a bolt of plasma within his left hand. Fluidly following his elbow strike, Rowan turned just a bit further to drive the small amount of magical energy straight into the cohort’s head, sending him flying a few feet into the small crowd that had gathered. Rowan didn’t have much time to notice that his first opponent was knocked unconscious as he turned to look at his two buddies.

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Stats:
HP: 200/200
MP:100%

spells used:

The member 'Rowan Protegan' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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'Monster Dice' :

The corners of Ivana's red lips turned upward into a crescent shape, forming a close-lipped smile in reaction to Rowan's heroism in the face of the ex-boyfriend's cohort. Her eyes glazed over the forming crowd before she swung her left arm out in a dismissing gesture toward them all, followed by a few unified groans until hey had dispersed. Ivana's furrowed glance drifted back toward the unconscious thug and the new comers, a similar ally of the ex-boyfriend and the ex himself. "Well, how are you?" she asked the ex with a certain smugness to her facial expression.

He emitted a rough grunt in response, it seemed he wasn't one for conversation in a situation such as this. His friend let out a similar, jugular noise before raising his fist, the rough skin stretched over his knuckles was already bloodied and ripped. The ex-lover took in a short breath, rolling his shoulders, and tilting his head to the side in a robotic fashion only to produce a thunderous crack. His fingers curled into a fist briefly before an orb of cyan energies constructed itself around his left hand, built up from tiny particles of said energy. Thrusting his fist toward Ivana forced outward a bolt of wave magic at her with a whooshing speed, despite this, his accuracy had failed him.

"Oh... straight to the violence?" she implored before she drove her left hand upward, flattening it to face her palm toward him. Then, her right hand joined beside her left, in a similar open palm fashion. In what seemed like moments that she had done this, it took less than another for a blazing gout of witcher fire spew outward, thin yet long, to strike the ex-boyfriend in between his musclebound pectorals. 

Purging Gout.

Goldstar's ex bellowed out as his chest was seared by Ivana's silvery flame, his close-by ally unleashed his own fury in reaction to Ivana's spell, charging toward her with his bloodied fist raised to pummel her to the stone floor beneath her if possible. Ivana was unknowing as she had momentarily looked to peek at Rowan's response to her offensive. 

Word Count: 355/250 words, 2,029/3,750 words total

Stats
Ivana's HP: 200/200
Ivana's MP: 100%
Damage Taken: n/a
Durations: n/a
Cooldowns: Purging Gout - 0/2
Passives: Eyes of the Witcher, Searing Silver, Innate Purity, Flame Within
Buffs: n/a
Debuffs: n/a

Abilities Used:

Ex-Boyfriend's HP: 360/400
Abilities Used: Wave Attack (Missed)
Damage Taken: Purging Gout (40)
Debuffs: n/a

2nd Jealous Guy's Cohort's HP: 80/80
Abilities Used: Attempted Melee Attack 
Damage Taken: n/a
Debuffs: n/a

OOC:
It's up to you to decide if the first Jealous Guy's Cohort (who was knocked unconscious) is out or not, I was unsure so I didn't touch him. :p

Stats:
Health: 200/200
MP: 70%

spells/abilities used:

OOC: Yea that guy's gone, forget about him >: D

Ivana's head shot to the side upon seeing Rowan spring into action, a quizzical expression flashing on her face until she realized the cohort had taken her distracted state as an opportunity for himself. She let out a disgruntled sigh to see she had lost focus and almost had been taken down by the thug if it weren't for Rowan's sudden maneuver to stand before her and the cohort's charge. Ugh, Ivana, focus! She reinvigorated herself with encouraging chants in her head before returning her full attention to the battle before her. Ivana's vision settled onto the two before her, glancing toward Rowan to see his current status for a moment. She stood idle for a couple of seconds as Rowan set forth a defensive barrier but the second she had heard mention of a spell that would compliment her own's damaging capability, she had began to evoke a much larger ball of fire. Embers bounced from the sphere of witcher fire that hovered lightly before her, Ivana flashed a reaffirming grin to Rowan as she had felt the drainage of her magical energy be lightened, seconds before hurling the smoldering orb toward the two.

Witcher's Binding.

Prior to having another spell slung directly at him, the jealousy-consumed man had whipped around toward his ally, spewing curses and barking orders with the volume of a lion's roar. "YOU STUPID SHIT, STOP TODDLING AROUND AND PUT 'EM DOWN! YOU ARE SO US-" his fit of rage had been cut short as a familiar searing pain struck his torso before feeling a hefty daze overcome him. His less than cooperative ally looked back as his "friend"'s episode was shortened, only finding himself to be struck in the chest as well and to experience a similar stunning sensation.

"I can't believe it hit both of them, it only flew in a straight line... oh well!" Ivana cheered verbally as she noticed the effects of her spell reach their prime, not to forget Rowan's buffing spell applied to it. She looked to her side at Rowan once again, feeling liberated for a few moments as their two foes had been set in a daze. "Now... should we pummel them while they can't react or do something else?" she asked while gazing up toward Rowan, an almost devilish look in her eyes. Finish them where they stand... no... hmph.

Word Count: 395/250 words, 2,897/3,750 words total

Stats
Ivana's HP: 200/200
Ivana's MP: 92%
Damage Taken: n/a
Durations: n/a
Cooldowns: Purging Gout - 1/2, Witcher's Binding - 0/3, Searing Silver - 0/1
Passives: Eyes of the Witcher, Searing Silver, Innate Purity, Flame Within
Buffs: Spell Capacitor Boost - expired, Magic Burden
Debuffs: n/a

Abilities Used:

Ex-Boyfriend's HP: 280/400
Abilities Used: n/a
Damage Taken: Witcher's Binding (40 + 50%)= 60, Searing Silver (5% of maximum health)= 20
Debuffs: Witcher's Binding - 0/1, Searing Silver - 1/4

2nd Jealous Guy's Cohort's HP: 50/80
Abilities Used: n/a
Damage Taken: Rowan's Kick = 10, Witcher's Binding (40 - 50%)= 20
Debuffs: Witcher's Binding - 0/1

Stats:
HP:200/200
MP:62%

Spells Used:

cooldowns:

Ivana's eyes followed the bolt of plasma as it sailed through the short distance between the two pairs and into the cohort with relative ease. The cohort's pathetic staggering forced a snicker to erupt from her lips before she stifled it, returning her concentration to the two that staggered around before her, sometimes even bumping into each other. Ivana's eyebrow quirked up into an arch, revealing her slight confusion as they both stopped waddling in the small vicinity around them. Are they waking up? Oh no... I should make this quick for his less impressive friend... her mind spoke in a soft voice that echoed in her head before she held up her left hand once more. "I'll make this quick for you, hon." she spoke to the ex-boyfriend's ally with a tone of slight remorse.

"W...wha?" the ex-boyfriend's head craned upward, his half-open eyes staring toward Ivana as she scooted around him slightly, her palm raised in an aiming position. Her target was clearly his friend. "Do...don't you dare..." he gurgled, his consciousness hadn't fully returned to him yet but he had a sub-par understanding of what Ivana was about to do as she stood over the cohort. Her fingers flexed and curled before flecks of silvery fire and embers congregated before her palm, in the formation of lightning bolt-shaped projectiles, his shaky vision understood there to be about five of them. Ivana's index finger bent, trembling slightly as it pointed toward the cohort and with a grunt, three argent bolts flew toward his friend's upperback. 

Bolts of Fire.

A shout of pain bubbled up inside him for a moment before it was unbound from his lips to echo about the stone walls, benches, and other things that surrounded them. The crowd cringed slightly but it was made evident through his movement that he wasn't dead or fatally injured, simply defeated. Not only consumed by jealousy but by seething rage as well, the ex-boyfriend attempt to stand up, his glare locked onto the grey-haired mage. He brushed his torso briefly with his hand in hopes of relieving the slight pain from the Searing Silver effect of her magic as he drew closer with his bruised knuckles raised in the form of a fist. Ivana was unaware of an incoming attack once again, simply watching the wisps of steam travel off of the cohort's backside. Two bolts remained around her palm, ready to be unleashed if desired.

Word Count: 409/250 words, 3,578/3,750 words total

Stats
Ivana's HP: 200/200
Ivana's MP: 84%
Damage Taken: n/a
Durations: n/a
Cooldowns: Purging Gout - 2/2, Witcher's Binding - 1/3, Searing Silver - 1/1, Bolts of Fire - 0/2
Passives: Eyes of the Witcher, Searing Silver, Innate Purity, Flame Within
Buffs: Magic Burden
Debuffs: n/a

Abilities Used:

Ex-Boyfriend's HP: 260/400
Abilities Used: n/a
Damage Taken: Searing Silver (5% of maximum health)= 20
Debuffs: Witcher's Binding - 1/1, Searing Silver 2/4

2nd Jealous Guy's Cohort's HP: 0/80
Abilities Used: n/a
Damage Taken: Plasma Bolt = 20, Bolts of Fire (3 bolts with 10 damage per)=30
Debuffs: Witcher's Binding - 1/1

OOC:
You should let him deal some damage into the barrier or whatever, I feel like it's been kinda one-sided (probably 'cause of me idk). :>

Stats:
HP: 200/200
MP:54%

Durations:

cooldowns:

((OOC: Sorry for the late reply, there's some things going on, and it sort of affects our team, I'll tell you all about it on skype.))

"Huh?" Ivana's head craned around upon sensing the rippling waves rolling over her barrier, watching as the blue lights danced around briefly before dispersing back into transparency. "Oh, my bad!" she exclaimed upon realizing the weakened boyfriend had hurled a burst of his magic into her while she was distracted. "That won't happen again," she remarked, even though it was likely that it could reoccur. Her thin, grey eyebrows narrowed, a merciless expression present over his features as she began to evoke another orb of witcher fire. However, the orb grew to a bigger size than her over spells and hovered idle in front of her, and the moment it had manifested to its full extent, a ring of silver flames expanded outward from it at a rapid speed.

Witcher's Shrine.

The boyfriend had let out another savage shout as he realized his Wave spell to be useless against Rowan's defensive technique. He began to channel little flakes of Wave's energies with his anger-fueled glare glued to Ivana, until a shock wave burst outward from her shrine. "BITCH!" he let out instinctively as the searing pain licked over his body and caused his next spell to falter, as he had lost focus.

"No wonder she found another man, you're horrible," Ivana sneered with a dismissing wave. "Rowan, do you think you could cast another boost thing?" she asked before adding, "I wanna get this over with." The ex-boyfriend grunted in response before he started to evoke the familiar Wave particles around his fists, to engulf them with his magic. While Ivana wasn't distracted this time and had her eyes on him, she was fearful that after her barrier shattered that he could overwhelm them.

Word Count: 284/250 words, 4,160/3,750 words total

Stats
Ivana's HP: 200/200
Ivana's MP: 76%
Damage Taken: n/a
Durations: Witcher's Shrine - 1/4
Cooldowns: Witcher's Binding - 2/3, Bolts of Fire - 1/2, Witcher's Shrine - 0/5
Passives: Eyes of the Witcher, Searing Silver, Innate Purity, Flame Within
Buffs: Magic Burden
Debuffs: n/a

Abilities Used:

Ex-Boyfriend's HP: 220/400
Abilities Used: Wave Blast (absorbed by Plasma Barrier), Wave Fists (started to cast)
Damage Taken: Searing Silver (5% of maximum health)= 20, Witcher's Shrine (first wave is 50% C-Rank damage)= 20
Debuffs: Searing Silver - 3/4

Stats:
HP: 200/200
MP:56% (+10% from 5 posts)

Spells used:

Cooldowns:

Her eyes were lit up with shock upon seeing her barrier shatter though it didn't stop her from taking a few steps away to alter her positioning. She watched Rowan's bolt of plasmatic energies flitter into him, she took this opportunity to begin casting another spell. Her fingers flexed for a moment before once again, she placed her palms side by side, witcher fire starting to accumulate rapidly. Less than a second after, a ray of silver flames zipped outward and into the already severely burnt ex-boyfriend's muscular chest.

Purging Gout.

The extra power from Ivana's boosted magic channels caused the damage of her spell to be a decent amount more, not to exclude the wave of flame that extended outward from the shrine less than a second after. His attire was tattered and burnt to a dark black, as was his flesh that was once safely protected behind his clothing. He held his charred hand over his torso, applying a heavy amount of pressure in a moment of weakness. He stood idle, attempting to recuperate from being scorched over, and over again.

"Ya know, you shouldn't get distracted so easily?" Ivana advised with a mocking tone to the man. He grumbled something undecipherable in response, it was clear to the two magi and the remnants of the crowd who had formed in the early stages of the fight that his body ached with series of painful pangs. Ivana didn't utter another witty comment or statement, she simply looked down to her feet before realizing she had a job to finish. I kind of feel bad but... it's better than letting him ruin Mrs. Goldstar's wedding, I guess. She glanced at Rowan briefly before returning her wavering attention to her spell-slinging. "Rowan, do you have any other offensive spells than that bolt?"

Word Count: 302/250 words, 4,734/3,750 words total

Stats
Ivana's HP: 200/200
Ivana's MP: 86% (recovered 10% this post)
Damage Taken: n/a
Durations: Witcher's Shrine - 2/4
Cooldowns: Witcher's Binding - 3/3, Bolts of Fire - 2/2, Witcher's Shrine - 1/5, Purging Gout - 0/2
Passives: Eyes of the Witcher, Searing Silver, Innate Purity, Flame Within
Buffs: Magic Burden, Spell Capacitator Boost - expired
Debuffs: n/a

Abilities Used:

Ex-Boyfriend's HP: 110/400
Abilities Used: n/a
Damage Taken:Plasma Bolt = 20, Purging Gout (40 + 50% from Spell Capacitor Boost)= 60, Searing Silver (5% of maximum health)= 20, Witcher's Shrine (25% C-Rank damage)= 10
Debuffs: Searing Silver - 4/4

Stats:
HP: 160/200
MP: 56%

Cooldowns:

OOC: End him friendo!