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    A Piece of Your Fantasy

    Charlotte
    Charlotte

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    Post by Charlotte 19th February 2017, 7:50 am


    The child appeared as if she knew nothing of what had just happened. And perhaps that was a fact, as her power was highly unstable, her mind fragile. Changes in space that were made happen by her innate desires and immediate wants. She lived in a protective bubble that nothing bad could pierce and invade, only supporting her decision to never leave it herself. And her magic was the vessel which could construct her wishes in reality, forming a barrier and changing  the world itself every single time little Charlotte would enter state where she would strongly go against what was happening. In her heart, she was nothing more than a confused lamb that was walking through life, as the puppeteer took her power and wrote their own story for the girl. Seth was the one in control, not her after all. She had no free will of her own, that was what she believed. But was it the truth, or just another lie formed in order to protect her fragile being?

    Did it even matter in the end? A new and solitary path has opened for the group, they had no other choice but to follow it. In a way, the girl formed a new story for them, one that would not involve the group splitting up. But what did that entail in perspective of others? Did she perhaps manage to take away freedom of choice from them? Did her story follow them whole, forcing every single character present to play by her rules and lines? Perhaps Seth was smiling down, as they managed to get what they wanted. But they would not occupy Charlotte's mind for much longer, as Miss Haia did something quite interesting. With her powers, she managed to weave a pretty new veil of blue light that would light their way. It appeared that they were all ready to press on forward, although Mister Torian looked a bit worried. The pale witch knew not why, but she heard his words and smiled.

    "Convenient or not, shouldn't we take a chance when it presents itself to us, Mister Torian?"

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    Post by Triple_Hell 22nd February 2017, 7:01 am

    Haia gaze upon her arrow of light, watching it travel before suddenly seemingly stopping. Haia stared confused, then she saw it coming back at a fast speed, and her eyes widen. Haia almost did not catch the arrow and made it disappear. Haia saw what was at the end of the lights path before it suddenly flew back to her. 4 people, and one of them screams the name just by looks alone. Harper.
    They certainly had quite the haul, countless shining jewels sparkled in the cart pulled by what seems like his underling. Not only were countless jewels on the cart, but also what seem like a keystone, bearing the mark of the old Wizard saints.
    Harper had obviously spotted them too. And he looked rather smug. Stepping forward, he open taunts from afar.
    "So you are the "mages" that some old guy from the musuem sent huh? That man belongs in a musuem anyway, and from what I heard from my underlings, I think you guys will belong there just fine too," Harper flaunts before them, as his underlings laughed behind him. The crystal mage slowly stepped forward with a pompous smile. He certainly seemed rather disrespectful, with his golden pompadour and glittering clothing. Haia could hear his boots clink with each step he took, his possy following behind. Harper reached into his coat and and drunk from a liqour canister and wiped his lips, closing in with each step.
    Haia looked at her wrist and straightens her sleeves. The distance between Harper and the makeshift group of three, was relatively large for someone taking his time to stride over. Haia stared emotionless and with her blank expression, reached for her arrow and stared at it, before grabbing another arrow and sharpening the tip with it.
    Harper could not just help but stare in disbelief with Haia's action. He stops and starts to stomp the ground in a rant.
    "HOW DARE YOU ACT LIKE THAT AROUND THE G-GLORIOUS AND WONDEROUS HARPER! YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR NONCHALENCE YOU BITCH!"


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    Terith
    Terith

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    Post by Terith 25th March 2017, 11:46 pm

    it may sound absurd but don't be naive
    even heroes have the right to bleed
    'Opportunities.' he heard the little girl say, her smile having not faltered in the slightest. The term was neither foreign nor strangled in his current realm of thinking, since it wasn't too long ago that it became necessity when living the life of a wizard -  but there was an odd, rather fickle sense of secrecy underlining Charlotte's words, almost as if the cheer in her persona melted and fizzled into something else for a brief fraction of a second. A crease rose over his brow as Terith eyed the two girls who took the liberty of getting there first, the light of the blue flame casting a different shadow atop their figures. What was it, he thought, that made him feel so uneasily different from the two?

    Oh...well...if his memory hadn't forsaken him (yet), there was old saying of letting sleeping dogs be, or something along those lines. Perhaps that was the best time to apply it, even if never made sense to the blonde in the first place.

    Then, between the foot of arching doorway and a mountain of shiny somethings was their man of interest - Harper, along with his crew of bandits, hands digging lustfully into the stash of gold and shimmer that visibly piled over their slithery forms. Goldshine couldn't be any more discreet with his chosen alias as he flourished an impressive, shiny do up on his head, the pompadour glittering with his overbearing clothes. His choice of movements complimented his pretentious-looking person too, as he simply sauntered over to them with a bottle of alcohol tipped to his lips, almost as if caution was too much to produce in their presences.

    Terith brandished a frown first before his hand could slither down the handle of his blade, and it was a harsh, disappointing curve tilting towards his jaw line as he felt largely offended by how their enemies carried themselves. The atmosphere was starting to become far too condescending for his taste.

    Halfway from his peripheral vision was Haia's attempt to look largely unconcerned for Harper's show of mouth, the noise of sharpening metal jarring even him as Goldshine quickly loses to her nonexistent care for the matter.

    'Opportunities.' he thought, again, his brain imitating the way Charlotte spoke of it and somehow finding his notion of responsibility as he did so. Knowing how Harper and the lot sort of busied themselves by looking irate at the girl with flames in her hair, Terith opted to take advantage of the group's carelessness, his body waning out of Goldshine's span of vision as he sought aid from the spirit Chiyome.

    Her soul is poised and wordless as she allowed her vessel to traverse the remainder of the space with her shadows clinging to his body, and after safely noting the transparency of his existence to the onlookers, the swordsman sets his pace at a rapid clip, rushing over to the cart of treasures that Harper must've loaded in a heartbeat. Terith sneered, placing a heel over the cart rim, tipping it over with a sharp kick. "Hey, you with the stupid hair!" he hollered, grabbing Goldshine and his boys' attention almost too quickly, a nerve popping over the bandit leader's temple.

    "ARE YOU ASKING FOR IT TOO? HUH PRETTY BOY?!"

    The sound of Kushinada unsheathing beneath his palm was a fine and inviting metallic sound, one that told a story of a fight in the making, "Let me take you on that offer."

    As if irked by the swordsman's confidence, Goldshine moves to send in most, if not all of his men half-way across the space and head first into Terith's range, faces red with anger as they hauled towards the blonde in drastic numbers. In the short seconds that the group took their time to charge at him, he'd have already positioned several copies of Kushinada in all the right places - a large population of these counterfeit blades suspended close to the roof of the treasure room. He'd have to pay his gratitude to the spirit Masamune later for his indispensable generosity when it came to making copies of his Etherblade.

    Before Harper's men would have consumed the entirety of the distance, Terith permits the blades to make their descent, their sharp ends thinly slicing through the dusty air, evidently resulting in a chorus of pained grunts and some very hushed cries of pain, as if the men were hesitant to showcase their intolerance - not that the copies derive much damage to begin with, anyway. He'd assume it was as close as getting scraped with the edge of a kitchen knife; surprising, sure, but not enough to warrant a scream.

    But far from that was his intent, having realized a battle stance prior to it. Thankfully, the surprise that accompanied Terith's sword barrage was enough to generate confusion, where senses dulled slightly, enough for him to cast his Hirazuki without the nuisance of bodies hurdling their weapons against him, now that they were somewhat preoccupied with the stream of blood pooling across their skins.

    As per his choice of strategy, the old soul of Hijikata Toshizo renders his dominion over the Chronicle with nothing on his face but an empty, stern expression, eyes like ice that almost felt like he'd been judging the fight the entire time. Silence stifles any chance of conversation as the spirit simply grants the Hirazuki to his vessel, contemplation gone from his mind. Not minding his spirit's lack of words, Terith revels in the energy coursing through the holes in his capillaries, swimming through the red in his arteries as he wedged his sword forward, his body following suit. Taking into consideration the marking system of the spell that came with the hits from his copies, it wasn't difficult to find accuracy in his movement. The dull edge of Kushinada weaved delicately though the mass of bodies that desperately scrambled to deal a number on him, only to get gutted with Kushinada's handle. The swordsman seems to have decided that he'd brandished his best skills then to draw as little blood as possible, despite wielding a sword who's nature dictated into to cut instead of crack.

    But...it'll do, he thinks, kneeing another man in the shin as he attempted to swipe him overhead with an axe, successfully reducing him into a writhing mess - and this sort of bout would readily continue as Harper frustratingly screamed at his men to cooperate, the blood rushing to his face which would starkly contrast the gold in his clothes.

    "JUST KILL HIM ALREADY!"

    Feeling the bore of repetition as one came after another, Terith immediately sheathes Kushinada, drawing faces of malicious intent and advantage unto his person as Harper's men struggled their way to raise their weapons at him in unison.

    "Perfect." he mumbled, quickly drawing Kushinada out along with a disparagingly ample rapture of energy from activating his Kigen-ryuku, throwing the enemy army off its course and littering bodies in random locations with the force of the Origin's energy - which appeared to be more potent in tight spaces like these. To his right, the swordsman sees that the two girls appeared mostly unharmed, to which Terith expressed his relief in a wholesome sigh.

    An uproar of groaning sounds soon wafted from the inside of the treasure room's cloistered space due to men landing in unsavory places and unfavorable positions, though it only increased as a bit of the treasure mounds that piled on either corner started to wiggle and crumble from its safe position, evidently burying some of the less than fortunate to be beneath their shadow.

    Ironic, it seems. But it was far from done. From his spot on the floor, he'd have eyed Harper's location, where a patch of crystal started forming in both rage and humiliation, pining him to the ground in an effort to not be taken by the blast.

    "Why...you...little...!" Goldshine said, his fingers frosting over with the shine of crystals gathering at the tips, slowly coating the entirety of his arm.

    "Khh." he grumbled, realizing a sharp slither of pain as he stood. It must have been in the earlier scuffle with the bandits that Terith managed to receive a few cuts down the line of his spine and a large, smoldering punch mark near his hip. How he didn't notice was beyond him, but he'd have little time to counteract whatever the bandit leader had for him if he was going to heal beforehand.

    "Miss Starstruck!" he urged, tilting his body to the left as he narrowly dodged a large spike of crystalline material, no doubt with an intention of maiming his everything, "This is your chance, take him out!"

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    Post by Triple_Hell 28th March 2017, 2:57 am

    Haia nods and quickly makes use of Torian's opening. The young mage quickly knocks an arrow into her bow and it turns into a brilliant white sword, Haia fires it, and ducked, knocking Charlotte to the ground as the white sword came back. Harper reacted faster than she thought, his hand raised and panting as a crystal spire had erected before her, its reflective surface shining brightly. His mad look in his eyes as he made a large wall between him and Torian, certainly blocking Torian's access to aid Haia ane Charlotte. Haia bit her bottom lip, light does not work on Harper, she should have predicted that. Haia had busted her chance to take Harper down and this was the price. As she mentally beats herself up about her mistake, Harper formed three crystal spears and threw them at the white haired girl. Haia felt time slow down for herself, as she dove to protect Charlotte. Haia felt the spears impale her knee, thigh and lower abdomen, and she stood in a spot, pain burning her inflicted areas as blood trickled down from her wound to the tip of the spear. But Haia was smiling, as she pulled the spears out despite the horrible pain and her crippled leg. On one foot, her eyes grow menacingly dangerous, like a hunter had found its poor prey. Haia snapped her finger and a brilliant white light, feelings of hope and tranquilty flood the area as Haia stood there with wounds all heal and a smirk on her face. Harper staggered back, fear in his eyes as Haia strolled forward. Then he watches Haia's mouth bloated up like a frog and oil spewed towards him, he erected a wall, fearing it was acidic but it was too late, he became covered in some as he became encased in his crystal make.

    Harper shivered in his crystal cocoon, his golden pompadour shaking like a rattle. It was cold and the oil was not helping. Harper then heard something, something slipping through the tiny gaps between the crystal. A large boom echoed throughout the maze. Many of Harper's goons and treasure hunters begun to bale the maze, thinking the structure is about to go down from the explosion. Haia blew her finger as smoke was coming from them, despite no burn marks. The crystal had a nasty shade of red from the inside, smoke trickling out through the cracks of the explosion that went inside it. Haia looks towards Charlotte with a smile, much more cheerful this time.

    "Let's go find that treasure shall we? Don't worry about Torian, I'm sure he can find his way back to us," Haia looks at the crystal wall and shouts. "We'll be waiting for you! Hopefully you can find us!" The girl slowly approaches Charlotte and wraps an arm around her, using her shoulder to nudge the girl forward as she leans on to Charlotte's body, she walking a bit limp, as if fatigue.

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    Charlotte
    Charlotte

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    Post by Charlotte 28th March 2017, 4:22 am


    Battle. War. Violence. Death. Charlotte knew all of these concepts. However, she only read about them in her books, in the silence and protection of her room. The white walls providing perfect isolation from the actual outside world where man and woman moved along the waves of life. The girl loved stories about grand adventures, love and romance. Perhaps just like any other young lass, she too wished for a prince in a shining armor on a white horse to come and rescue her from that simple and dull building she called home. Even though the place was filled with life of white, living beings that came to existence through her magic, deep down she probably knew that they were nothing more than mere figments of her imagination. And because of that, they would fulfill every single wish she could possibly have. A sanctuary where you would lack nothing. That was what Charlotte lived inside of for the longest time. But she was never rescued by her prince. Instead, she found courage within herself to leave on her own accord, awakened by Seth's guidance. However, finding courage is much different from being ready for anything at all.

    The sounds of weapons clashing, melody of pain ringing and riding the waves of air and sound. For some reason, they sounded like a piano played by Krampus, one of the girl's imaginary friends realized by the power of Chaos. Ah... she was alone once more. In front of her, a long hall, floor covered by a warm, crimson red carpet that bore complex design of serpents intertwining. The walls were made out of sturdy wooden paneling, which was often interrupted by big windows with transparent curtains. Light seeping in from the outside formed pillars of magnificence that allowed the furniture around them to shine in there complete glory, the gloss of freshly cured wooden structures building the world around her, as her white pupil-less eyes wandered about the place. There was no Terith, Haia or Harper. Everything bad was simply gone, only this endless corridor of pleasant feeling remained. Even though from the eyes of an outsider, the girl was still there, just lying on the floor with her eyes widely open and directed at nothing in particular, she enjoyed herself.

    The place inside of her mind was a safe one. No one could invade it and no matter what would happen to her physical body, she would be safe. Or so she thought. But there was another figure now standing in front of her. A tall man wearing a fancy suit, his hands resting on a black umbrella that he used as a cane. He was taller than most, easily towering over the young pale witch, but his face was obstructed as always, hidden beneath a mask of goat's skull. She knew him very well. Observer was what she called him. Ever present in her life, just like Seth. And just like her puppeteer, no one could ever see the one who observed. Their interaction was a strange one indeed. At times, it seemed that he wanted to help the girl, other times he just watched her suffer from distance. Who was he really? What was his purpose? She did not know. This man was not created by her imagination like others. He was his own, with his own story to fulfill and own goals to reach eventually. And then the silence came, as the sad melody played by a piano and violin came to a screeching halt. Cold beneath her body indicated the cobblestone floor was still there, forming the underground maze they were in. And as Haia embraced the young girl, she would finally look up and in front of her.

    But she did not saw a ruined battlefield littered with crystal and jewels from the cart. She was nothingness, maw of the void. Only one thing guiding her now. A voice all too familiar inside of her head, just like everything else. Getting up and breaking free of the other girl's touch, she would start running forward until she would fall to her knees. And her hand landed directly on a small stone tablet. The symbol on it was clear, it belonged to the organization of Saints. This would help them reach their goal, something that Harper himself was looking for but did not find just yet. The world around her was still one of nothingness as she ignored everything but the guidance inside of her mind. Getting back up, she would approach a nearby wall and slid the tablet into a crack between bricks. With sounds of a mechanism snapping and starting to run, a small opening revealed itself right next to the slot, a small black chest inside of it. With gentle, yet swift motion, the young girl would pick the chest up and hold it within her embrace as the darkness around her finally faded, returning her to her original state. And as if surprised that she had the treasure in her hands, she would turn towards the rest of her companions with a big smile on her face as her eyes sparkled.

    "We found it!"

    With the young girl not even realizing any fights went down, everything was over. Their job finished and the three of them soon to be rewarded for finding the treasure Harper could have used to hurt the world around them. A story with happy ending, at least for those who were blissfully ignorant to the reality around them. Was that perhaps for the best? Terith and Haia had their own lives to lead, and the girl was not yet ready to accept the world around her. And yet, soon she would be forced by the one she trusted most. Journey across worlds awaited her, it was drawing near with each breath like a snaring beast. To be swallowed whole by it, or survive and fight through another day, it was yet to be seen what road the girl would take. But at least she was excited to be moving forward still. That was the will of youth, determination of those that yet had to loose their innocence.

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