Dousing a Flame

Fangs,

Fangs,

Nadaline watched the masked girl did not seem like she knew how to be formal. Oh! How she longed to teach the girl to be a bit more proper. She could not do such a thing though if she wasn’t whom they were looking for. Saraphina, though, seemed to be pleased by how the other female reacted to her question, or the fact that she answered about the painting bit. After hearing that the girl had said she was the girl that Saraphina was looking for, she gasped rather loudly. She quickly turned her head to look over at Nadaline now. She already held out the stamp to her queen while she was there. She was holding it the minute Clementine said she figured she could just say she was apart of the guild.

“While yes, you can just show up, we do have a guild mark to be able to show the world that it is Errings Rising that is whom they’re dealing with.” Saraphina says as she delicately held the stamp in her hands now. Nadaline was holding onto the fan, and had stepped back away again. “Where would you like your stamp?” She muses happily to the other girl, excited to see where she wanted the mark. She did not mind the lack of manners, but the fact that Clementine used them made her smile all the more! She paused though when she was told the other did not know how to get to the castle of the Ember Clan. She began to pout some. Regardless, she quickly stopped pouting and stamped the masked girl when she presented where she wanted to be stamped.

Bertrand cleared his throat and Saraphina looked back at him. She had not noticed when the other female had glared at her before, but now she was listening to her servant. “If I may? I heard a few people talking about the castle, intoxicantly.” He says. He glanced over to a couple bumbling buffoons that were laughing about something as they stumbled over their feet. Saraphina’s purplish pink eyes followed and then she raised an eyebrow back to her servant. “Well?” She asks as she waved her hand out to him to get him to continue. Bertrand nodded his head. “They were joking about how it was in the center of the city and about how the city is nearly like… a waffle?” He was not too sure about the joke. But Saraphina got it instantly.

With a clap of her hands, the white queen looked to the other female. “You care to go have fun and taking down these Ember Clan people? I would love to get rid of their influence since they’re oppressing the masses.” She giggles as she tilts her head to the side. She honestly did not see the irony in the fact that she declared herself a ‘queen’ with some servants she ordered around while she was opposed to the very notion of this at the same time.

As soon as Clementine had showed where she wanted her stamp, Sara grinned and stamped it without issue. Her complimenting the guild mark even made the queen feel more giddy about giving her the stamp! “This’ll protect you from the cold, whatever it may be... But I’ve been told the stamp is nice for that~!“ She never got cold coming from Iceberg. She actually couldn’t help but admire the tattoo on the girls skin for a moment before Bertrand spoke. After she questioned if Clementine was ready for some fun and to deal with the masses, she listened for the girls response. She wasn’t disappointed at all.

The moment, Sara saw Clem’s hand raise towards the direction the drunks went, a smile was resting on her lips. “Oh? Sounds like a plan.” She simply says as she had her fan back in her grip and covering the bottom half of her face. She was enjoying the outfit once again, and it made it all the better that she wasn’t working too hard. “Please lead the way! I’ll keep my eye out for any trouble.” She muses happily. Her eyes glance up to the dark sky, and she smiles to herself. “Such a beautiful night for a fire…” She hums aloud.

With Clem’s guidance, and the twins should they require it, the four made it to the castle, though it didn’t look like a castle much, if the white queen was honest. It looked more like a Midi style mansion than a castle. Midi was a weird place when it came to things like this ‘castle’. But the sights were a delight! Same with the food and the dialect. She was still getting used to the oriental styled buildings that were here. Getting herself back on track, Saraphina takes a deep breath and looks around the place. Of course there were light traffic of people outside at this time of night. The queen glanced back to her servants, and motioned for them to stay. She then held up a pink iLac and smiled sweetly. “Call me if someone makes a fuss.” She simply says as she looked to Clementine. “Shall we make our way in? I spy a cute little window over close to the back behind a little fountain thing on the side over here.” She muses as she starts walking down the alley. Her phone had suddenly disappeared between her breasts and she continued to walk on ahead of the supposide artistic mage.

She approached the window, and noticed a door right next to the window under a porch that was pushed back a little from the wall. Without thinking, the queen had gone over to the door and slowly pushed it open. The area was partially lit as the queen was quietly walking through the halls. She was actually rather surprised by her own quiet walking, she hadn’t had to do it in ages if she were to be honest. This was even her first time in geta footwear too! Her purplish pink eyes glance around the hallway before she starts traveling down one of the halls. She was keeping her ears out for anyone coming their way.

Honestly, it didn’t take too long for the white queen to hear voices coming from down a hall. A group of people chattering away and laughing with one another. Saraphina stopped where she was and just watched ahead, where she heard the voices coming from. With a deep breath, she watched as a couple small groups of older teens and young adults wearing matching robes of red, orange, and black. Colors of fire. Licking her lips, Saraphina giggled a bit. “I don’t feel like dealing with you all right now... Bergelmir.” She flicked out her first three fingers and smirked to herself about her doings. Suddenly a gush of frosted red water washed over the group of eight and smashed them into the ground. It was actually quite loud, and Saraphina frowned. That wasn’t what she was going for. Oh well. They would bring more fun for her. “Dear me! Any survivors to tell your matriarch to either side with me or die for trying to order people around and make them not free?” She giggles as she finally walks forward to the group. She did use quite a hefty spell on them. She kept her three fingers pointed out, and the frosted red water moved away from the bodies. No one moved. A pout formed on her lips, but she shrugged her shoulders before she continued to walk on. No doubt her noise would attract others.

As the two had gotten closer to the more adult Ember clan members, Saraphina stopped where she was. She listened slightly to their conversation, seeing if it was of any use to her, but alas, it wasn’t. What was more interesting, was how quickly they seemed to tensed the moment they saw the pair of women. Saraphina held up her fan and giggled behind it. “Hello~!” She said ever so sweetly. She didn’t feel threatened by these peasants. If they were going to fight her so immediately, she didn’t have to worry about them joining her guild or her gods. “I’m Queen Saraphina of Errings Rising. Why don’t you join? It’ll be much better than this pigsty.” She sway from side to side slightly, but they didn’t get much of a chance as the young woman next to her went after them.

Her eyes watched as Clem started using her magic, a grin starting to form on her face the more she watched. The man with the sword started coming after Saraphina, and she sighs deeply. “This is troublesome. Aegir.” She holds out her hand and water shoots out from above her hand. She starts to wave her hand about and it zipped around the man for a moment* before it suddenly doused him in water, extinguishing his flaming sword. “Look. You’re wet.” She giggles before her hand movements got more aggressive while still being smooth. The water matched her hand movements almost and started smacking the ever living crap out of him before it threw him into the wall, tearing through the paper and showing the other rooms. Saraphina’s eyes lit up some as she used Aegir on the second man and sent him through the wall with his brethren, making the hole bigger and going through another wall. “Huh… Let’s take a shortcut.” She giggles to Clem as she hikes up her dress and steps through the hole.

The room the second man had crashed through had a few people in it. There were some more minors in there, and a couple samurai guards, and Saraphina’s target. The black haired woman was sitting on a chair in her own yukata. “Wow… I should have brought Týr along with me.” She giggles a bit, but held her hand out. She snapped her hand out and Aegir’s water shot after them. The two guards lit their swords on fire and instantly cut the water in half. Saraphina paused for a moment before a grin formed on her face. “Listen here. You will join Errings Rising, or you’ll die.” The middle aged woman with black hair started laughing at the white haired queen, not that she knew Saraphina was a queen, down below her. “Your hair is pretty. I used to have white hair like that when I was born, but my magic made it turn black…” She gingerly touched a strand of her hair as she stood up. “But are they serious? Sending a couple children to ‘sway’ me to their side? Hah! Got to try better honey…” Her smile she had while laughing dropped, while the white queens smile grew.

Those were the words she needed. “Very well…” All the magic essence that Saraphina was holding back suddenly had dropped, giving both the guards and the stupid Matriarch a brief startle. The older woman instantly lit herself on fire, heating up the area around her too. Saraphina placed a hand on her chest and a gold necklace with a nice ruby red gem was dangling off of it before the white haired girl tapped it twice and stepped forward instantly, dropping her fan and ignoring it as it lit on fire. “You have rejected Errings Rising!” Her voice was loud as she grinned, showing her sharp teeth as she did so. “A crime I cannot permit to happen in my presence. I think your head will be pretty on a pike.” She giggles ever so sweetly as she gets close to them. She wasn’t affected by the heat as she had a watery like layer of red web over her, protecting her from the heat.

Without a second thought, five wheels of fire instantly shot out of the necklace, one for each of the guards, and the remaining three at the woman. Of course the fire did nothing to them with their fire abilities, but it way this fire was made, made their strength go down. The guards swords were heavier for them to hold, and Saraphina started cackling at her handiwork. “That’s hard to hold now, isn’t it?” She was in a near uncontrollable fit of laughter as she holds up her hands as if she was holding a bow and arrow. She lets it go and ice arrows form suddenly before they split up and find their marks with help of Aegir’s water shoving them where they needed to. One might notice that if they spotted her fingers wiggling about as the arrows flew across the room. The womans shoulder got stabbed by the ice arrow, and the fire instantly went out as she cried in pain. “You are honestly no fun for me to play with. Jord, Thrud.” She says and instantly boulders shoot up from the ground and a blinding sword of light is in the queens hands.

The boulders were rather large and went right for the guards. They trapped them in place and had their necks snapped and heads bashed in by a rock hitting them jsut right in their helmets. The queen walked up casually towards the matriarch before five glowing floating swords that matched her original sword were around her. “You’ll just die here now.” She giggles and the swords stabbed right into the woman before she did the final blow of stabbing her physical sword stabbed into her chest. “This is what you get for rejecting me.” She giggles as she grabs the sword and the ice arrow out of the woman before casually lopping her head off and letting the head roll. She lets her floating swords disappear, while still holding her sword, and gingerly transfers it over to the other hand while she picks up the head off the ground. Saraphina puts the sword in the matriarchs chair and stabs the head through the arrow before she found some hanging tassel and wrapped it around the head and the arrow to hold the arrow into the head. It was a hanging display for any who walk into the place.

She turned to the seat again, picking up the sword and sitting herself down just as the twins had made their way in the room from the doorway. “Perfect timing.” She giggles as she held the sword tip on the ground in front of her crossed legs. “Clementine… I liked what I saw today from you.” Her eyes lit up happily. “I’m taking you under my wing. You can get stronger if you work with me more.” She giggles as she leans back and flips her sword back to rest on her shoulder. The other ice arrows around were melting as the boulders holding the guards settled down in a pile, exposing the dented armor and pooling blood around them. “How about you write on the wall behind me our guild and that Hydra will fall like Ember did?”**