A ceasefire, huh? In principle, Yurielle agreed with Odhran, her opinion of him improving just the slightest bit. He was observant, at least, but the incessant babble was something he had to work on. Charismatic people knew how to get their point across with dramatically fewer words. In due time, she thought, he could better his standing over the course of this gathering, from an especially annoying rat to a useful little house cat, perhaps?
As soon as the thought of ceasefire had come up, however, one of the little maggots would do its utmost to ruin the Icestorm Witch's inclination towards a peaceful resolution to today's events, her cold eyes turning towards the armored man slowly when he addressed the twins, Yuliana turning to face the man, as well. Yurielle's expression now, for the first time since showing herself before these people, would shift, her eyebrows inching closer together ever-so-slightly, though cold fury was raging like a blizzard within her unrelenting gaze. Yuliana, on the other hand, barely made a mystery of her outward hostility, some might even say aggression, a broad grin spreading across her furious features.
"Won't be keeping your eyes off us? We shouldn't harm the poor, poor people of this city?", Yuliana veritably snorted in mocking as she took a step towards the little rodent who had so boldly provoked her, no doubt thinking that his piss-poor display of "power", something that he unmistakably saw as grand and imposing, would even approach credible intimidation. Normally, Yurielle would have, of course, held her back, but this one, this especially ballsy little insect, he deserved a lesson in what true power meant.
"Who the fuck are you to try and strongman us, you revolting piece of shit?!", Yuliana continued, paying no attention whatsoever to the other presences in the room as she took another step towards the self-proclaimed Esper. Her voice grew in intensity, the grin across her face spreading wider, becoming toothier with every word spoken, giving rise to a truly demented expression of murderous glee.
"If you're so confident, maybe we should try destroying this city right here, right now? And who would even be able to stop us? YOU? A filthy, weak little rat scurrying around without a single usable brain cell in its head? I should rip it off right where you stand and-".
Her threat was interrupted by the woman from Iceberg, Yuliana turning her oculi, a pair aglow with the hues of a raging inferno, towards her, an audible
"Tsk" escaping her lips. She'd almost lost her cool, realizing it just in time. They were here for a reason, she was once more reminded, Yuliana turning back to her sister, but not without shooting a rage-filled glance over her shoulder back at the self-identified Esper, her words laced with venom that, if given form, could certainly kill.
"Keep your cretinous mouth shut if you know what's good for you". With that, the tension that had filled the chamber dissipated as quickly as it had risen.
Yurielle's voice echoed through her sister's mind, a small giggle, unheard by the rest of the assembled group, following her words.
"A disappointing conclusion. I think it would have been entertaining to see you use the maggot's head as a punching bag".
Yuliana, however, wasn't in the mood to converse about this topic any longer, a pouty
"Hmph" being the only reply the Flareblaze Witch's twin sister would receive. Needless to say, the twins would keep this in mind. There was no mistaking it. The little piece of shit had definitely released an aura that belonged to an eldritch being, something both Yurielle and Yuliana had no trouble discerning. Michael, after all, was not the only one here serving as a host to just such an entity. The twins, when asked about their power, of course, had also failed to mention that they both were something people commonly referred to as Slayers, their magic specifically crafted to hunt and destroy just such creatures, this fact only reinforcing Yuliana's knowledge that, had she not been rudely interrupted yet again, the Esper would be nothing more than a bloodied smear on one of the walls of this room by now, and if the opportunity arose, that would be the fate awaiting him.
After this little escapade had come and passed, things had begun to happen rather quickly. Yurielle and Yuliana kept to themselves, conversing telepathically without any means of intrusion into their chat, paying no mind to the Sabertooth Guild Master and her own antics, as well as the warriors or the other mages. An hour passed swiftly. The twins were assigned their positions in the group, their duty, much like that of the other mages, being the protection of the Imperial Envoy. That much was crystal-clear. The moment to embark towards the market, where the peace talks would apparently be held, had come, the group finally proceeding towards their objective.
Yurielle and Yuliana, beside the Iceberg warrior woman, would lead the group, the most intelligent choice, naturally. As the rude woman had said, the two were the strongest present. Being the vanguard was not only the most obvious, but also the most tactically sound option. Still, it would leave Yurielle, who strode forward with ever-graceful steps and bearing of almost regal nature, to take in the sights of Felidae City in full. The girl, unlike the Imperial Envoy, held no curiosity for these creatures, her feelings best described as contempt. Not only did they behave like animals, they also looked, smelled, and sounded the part, reinforcing her belief that these people were indeed nothing more than vermin. Yuliana, however, gave herself nonchalant, all while glancing about with keen interest. So this was the essence of Joya? It was primitive when compared to other nations of Earthland, Fiore or Minstrel, certainly, but it had its own niche, the Flareblaze Witch supposed. To both twins, however, this was not what was important. They were slowly approaching their objective, the Envoy being nothing but a matter of secondary importance. The real target was whatever puppet Bellum had sent to these negotiations, and the Pergrandian was merely a stepping stone on their way towards that individual, but as long as they did not know where this individual was and what they were capable of ... well, they would have to play along with this little farce. What the other mages in the group, or even what the Imperial envoy himself planned was of little consequence to the twin witches.
That was, however, when the situation changed once again, one of the bystanders having the audacity to hurl rotten fruit at the group. It seemed like Pergrande had made a name for itself internationally, and this sentiment was certainly reflected within the populace of Felidae City. Yuliana scowled, but this time it would be Yurielle to act first, ignoring what the Esper in the group did as she stepped forward.
"Filthy maggots. Know your place".
At once, with a snap of her fingers, the air around the group was filled with might, raw, unrestricted power on a different level than that she had displayed back when the Iceberg warrior had demanded an introduction. No, this time, the air would, in a moment that passed like an instant, be filled with pressure that could easily crush a person, if its wielder so desired, the fruit flying towards the group smashing into the ground ineffectually if her ability would take shape unhindered. Yurielle had closed one of her eyes, the other one, alight with a burning flare of deeply radiant azure, peering at the crowd, her pupil twisted into the shape of a 4-pointed star as she spoke, her voice whipping across the streets of Felidae like a hurricane, backed by the immense pressure of her raw supernatural authority.
At once, every single person in the crowd of onlookers without sufficient resistance to her might would be forced to execute her command and obey as if an iron-grip had pushed their bodies to do so, freezing them in place. The mages, the warriors, and the envoy, of course, would be exempt from the authority of this command. Still, Yurielle would slowly turn to glance at the envoy, her single eye, lit up eerily with the devastating cold of winter's ice, staring through the Pergrandian as she directed a simple question at the envoy.
"Should I eliminate them?"
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Word Count: 2,967 / 4,000
- OOC Notes:
The HP Drain and MP Drain effect were not used, as specified in the ability's description. Only the crowd around the group is targeted by the ability, despite the fact that it covers a much greater range. Odhran
(+Summons), Michael, Kenna, as well as the Event NPCs are all exempt from the ability's effects.
- Spell & Ability Used:
Name: Left Oculus of the God-Killer - Mystic Eye of Obliteration
Rank: H+
MP Cost per post: 52 MP
Description: The left eye of the God Killers, representing the desire to dominate and destroy all that stands in one's way and leave only ashes in one's wake. When activated, this Mystic Eye glows in a deeply ice-blue hue when used by Yurielle and a deeply flame-orange hue when used by Yuliana, its pupil twisting into the shape of a 4-pointed star.
Abilities: - Ability 1:
Name: 11th Circle of Truth: Arrogance
Rank: H+
MP Cost: 210 MP
Category: Auxiliary
Type: AoE - Buff, Immobilization, HP Drain, MP Drain, Negation
Damage: N/a
Range: 900 m
Speed: 400 m/s
Duration: 25 posts
Downside: Doubled base MP cost for 50% extra range
Description: The user channels magical power into their activated Mystic Eyes, increasing their Spell Damage by 115% for the duration of the ability. With a snap of their fingers, the user can release a shockwave of pure magical force from their position, which spreads out up to the ability's range around their position at the ability's speed, persisting in the area for the duration of the ability and moving with the user, increasing the pressure in the area dramatically as if unbearable weight burdened everything within. Every opponent being hit with this ability or entering its range will be paralyzed and entirely unable to move as they are forced down to one knee. Their very life essence will be eroded by a constant stream of force, draining them of 5% of their max HP and 5% of their max MP every post for this ability's duration. The paralysis will apply to targets within the area of effect at max once every other post. The user may choose to exempt targets of their choosing within the AoE from select effects or all of the ability's effects. The user may use this magical pressure to counteract a single enemy spell, ability, or technique cast within 500 meters of their position per post during the ability's duration. All rules for negation effects apply.