ELECTRICAL BLAZE! // [PRIVATE SOCIAL]

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The finite.

A delicate hand stroked at the soft skin of her exposed belly, her top having ridden up to just beneath her breasts at some point in the night. Though unconscious her fingers pressed against the lacrima that lay dormant beneath her skin. Sheets were tangled between her legs, and the sunlight that filtered through her open window warmed her already heated skin further. Beneath the wooden flooring in the tavern below, was the bustle of the early morning crowd. The Soul Bar was filled with many colorful characters, at many times of the day and the chatter had become a welcomed lullaby. It was the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs that had the incessantly stroking hand go still.


An even heavier hand had hit her door, a voice bellowing from behind it, demanding as to why she was still in bed. There was work to be done, and customers to be served after all."I'm up~!"She yawned, sitting up with a stretch of her arm. Bones creaked and popped not entirely unpleasantly, and slowly amethyst eyes opened squinting at the brightness of the sun. Outside she could hear the bustle of the townspeople, of mages and civilians alike. There was the scents of bakers, and blacksmiths, of adventurers and travelers from distant lands. Everyday it was different scents, and different people but there was some familiar faces amongst the crowd. Some even peering up at the sleepy blonde in the window, offering her a cheerful wave or salute while bidding her good morning. She returned them all with a wave and smile of her own, chin resting on the windowsill before another series of urgent knocks had her getting up from her bed in a hurry.




The sound of her feet hitting the floor is what had made the man outside her door retreat. If Venir was standing than Venir was certainly awake. Hurriedly she went about her morning routine. Running a brush through her mane of golden tresses was perhaps the most time consuming portion of making herself somewhat presentable for work. Pajamas were traded in for her usual attire, and boots were hastily put on while she made her way down the stairs. The last few steps were forgone, and instead Venir chose to jump landing onto the floorboards with a loud thump;



The barkeeps returned her greeting, and the owner shook his head with a smile. Most of the patrons in the bar hardly bat an eye, the regulars knew this as the usual routine. The newcomers to the bar merely stared, unsure of what to make of the energetic and bubbly blonde. Most brushed it off with a shrug or an appreciative stare, for her figure was not hard on the eyes. Pretty as she may be, familiar faces knew better than to touch and the newcomers either learned the hard way or... If they were half way decent mage they'd be able to sense that the upbeat waitress was more than just a pretty face. Regardless of what magic prowess she had, Venir seemed content as the waitress and sometimes barkeep of the Soul Bar. There was little cause of her to use her magic, or her strength lest it was to break up a fight or prove a point, maybe do the occasional party trick, and she was never against an arm wrestling match or two. Yes, spending her days tending the bar and being around other mages was simply enough, there was no need for her to quest anymore-



It was already late in the day when the kid had come stumbling in, looking far from well. The dark ring around one eye was all the story Venir needed to hear, but nonetheless she watched as he asked every mage he could. Yet try as hard as he might, most guildless mages did not work out of the kindness of their heart, and the childs pockets were far from filled. It wasn't until the child collapsed at the bar counter in defeat that Venir approached food in hand, with an even softer smile.


"Of course. I always am." She grinned, offering him a wave as she left the bar with her bag slung over her shoulder. It had been a long time since he had seen her leaveto go on a proper job. Once upon a time it had been a common occurrence. Watching her leave, sunlight streaming in and lighting her up to make her look like the goddesses that she could slay. Ven can handle herself. She's a goddess slayer. Ain't much that can compete wit' her. It's just been a while s'all. Out of practice or no it was just some common bandits, Ven shouldn't have any problems with them. Yet a knot of worry still pooled in his belly. It wasn't her safety that concerned him, it was the safety of her foes that was most worrisome. He only prayed they didn't cause her too much trouble, and that she'd be able to return back to the bar without anymore legal problems.


The trek to the village had been a quick one, there was after all a timeline she had to meet. With villagers at stake there wasn't any time for Venir to waste. Luckily, the village wasn't as far as she had anticipated. Considering the situation Venir didn't dare enter immediately. Instead she hung outside the walls, in the shade beneath the trees. "Villagers." She closed her eyes, focusing, straining her ears to listen. How many were inside the walls. How many villagers? Their general positions? How many bandits? Positions? As she listened, trying to keep count and consideration of where they were, a voice rang loud and clear. There was the sound of somebody, a small somebody being dragged, and the clear and then there was the clear and concise threat. By the time she caught the scent of steel in the air, Venir had already sprung into action. A blast of fire was all it took to launch herself over the village walls, already aiming herself towards the bandit and child in question.

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The finite.

"I'm no one that you'd know."Eyes flickered to the child that had been tossed aside, grimacing at the unkind manner in which she had been treated. Once she was safe away from the man's grasp and back in her mothers arms, Venir found herself meeting the leaders stare. Her gaze was heated, violet eyes harder than steel. Brows were furrowed and nose was crinkled. The scent of the piked head was one she had only just now caught, the wind carrying it over and she dare not look at it for long.

"I guess I'm lucky I'm not a hero then-" She dug her boots into the ground, eyeing the meat cleaver he brandished. Her own fists were raised up, not in a defensive manner but ready to strike. "I'm just the bitch that came out of retirement to kick your ass!" Time had made her tongue sharper, and her vocabulary more colorful. There was none of the usual sweet charm, the soft smiles, or bubbly laughs. They deserved no such things from her. One hand gestured to him, motioning in a come hither motion, and come he did. Like a raging bull he charged with cleaver in hand. Yet the woman stood firm, unmoving, and entirely unphased. At least not until the weather had began to change.

The air felt charged. It was strange, like a sort of static that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. All it took was a moment for the source of the change to appear. A single moment for her to blink, and suddenly it was not the cleaving bandit in front of her but an apparent wall of white. "No, not a wall-" A person, wearing a white hooded cloak. He stood between her and the other man, having caught his hand before he even had a chance to hit her, and before she even had a chance to react.


Lightning struck, it was not a bright light but an unholy black. Unnatural. Magic. "Like mine." The dim thought struck her, this time her arms did come up to shield her face out of instinct. The light might not have been as bright as true lightning but it was a startling flash, a loud crack, and the illumination of the bandits skeleton was hard to look at. The force of the blow was a hefty one, making even Venir slide back a few steps, her hair fanning out behind her. She had only ever met one other slayer, and he had used flames much like her own. Flames that could harm a god made of fire. This was something, no, someone else like her but different.

The hood was pulled away to reveal a handsome, almost gentlemanly face save for the sleek scar that crossed from the right side of  his forehead to his jaw. His smile was warm, and eyes soft. All it took was a glance to know he was friend and note foe. "O-Oh I could have handled-" Her excited stammer was cut short as it would seem their opponent was not yet finished. Despite receiving anything but a little blast of lightning. A knife was thrown not at her, but at the one that had landed the first blow. It was instinct that drove her to toss herself in front of the ivory stranger.


Pale pink lips opened, to allow jet black, purple tinted flames spiral out in front of her. The knife was caught up in the inferno but the cheap steel melted from the heat, and the bandit that had thrown the steel was caught in the blast. Perhaps it was because she was out of practice, or hadn't used her flames in sometime but the bellow was more powerful than she had intended, and it was far from within her control. "Stop!" She coughed, eyes watering and throat burning. When was the last time she had released her flames like that? "Too long ago. I don't remember." The torrent ceased but the vortex of fire traveled farther than initially intended, and was much larger than what she had wanted to create. Black flames licked and caught onto any wood it touched, as if outright logs were little more than kindling for her flames.