“< [text] >” Denotes translation of foreign language. To increase accuracy, an actual translator was used. In this instance the origin language is Lithuanian.
Any B-rank or less mage who enters this topic beware, I intend to play Clementine as accurately as possible which means if you enter you may be unlikely to leave without at least some major burn scars. Clementine rarely lets people live after a confrontation without reason.
3:20 AM | Monday | Just outside Hargeon
The grizzled old voice of the trainmaster broke the monotonous clanking of the train’s wheels over the tracks that had been lulling Penelope to sleep despite her resistance.
She bolted upright, embarrassed that she finally gave in despite the late hour. She had to take a late train in order to surprise her boyfriend, Martin, before he left early in the morning, being sent on mission from Lamia Scale to the foreign kingdom of Enca.
He wouldn’t tell her why he had to go, but he had to leave early and she had little warning. There was no way Penelope would let him leave so suddenly without saying farewell.
“Approaching Hargeon, five minutes until arrival.” The trainmaster announced, an early warning for passengers to get ready to get off the train so they don’t miss their stop.
“Approaching Hargeon, five minutes until arrival.” The trainmaster announced, an early warning for passengers to get ready to get off the train so they don’t miss their stop.
Penelope appreciated it, in five more minutes she’d probably have been too sound asleep to notice. She clutched her overly large purse in her hands, it contained all she could throw together on her way out the door to catch the train before it left.
She gazed out the window over the port town of Hargeon, watching it draw near. It was a major transportation center and saw a lot of travelers, as such the place was always alight at night with all the nightowls and graveyard shift employees making the most of the town’s nightlife.
As light as it was, Penelope observed a bright light in the sky. It started as a pinpoint beyond her notice, but it grew in the distance. Capturing her attention she squinted uselessly to try to get a better look at it through the window.
It seemed to be picking up speed the closer it got until there was a streak of light and a faint rumble in the distance where it appeared to impact the city near the docks as far as she could tell… or right around the Guild Hall where Martin was.
Confused and not sure what to believe, or if she could trust her senses through the drowsiness, Penelope anxiously waited for the train to stop.
A small crowd of wary mages, many still in pajamas, had already gathered around the small crater that now pocketed the cobblerock courtyard between the main entrance to the grounds and the wide double doors of the main building, the big refurbished cathedral that towered over most buildings, particularly all those other buildings of the Docks district.
3:30 AM | Monday | Lamia Scale Guild Hall
A small crowd of wary mages, many still in pajamas, had already gathered around the small crater that now pocketed the cobblerock courtyard between the main entrance to the grounds and the wide double doors of the main building, the big refurbished cathedral that towered over most buildings, particularly all those other buildings of the Docks district.
Within the crater was the smoking form of a woman with long black hair that lay wildly about her. A very simple white cloth had survived the fall and kept her modest, and was a stark contrast not only to her deep black hair, but to the great smouldering feathered wings that were spread wide beneath her.
The obvious thoughts were that this woman must be an angel fallen from the heavens, her wings blackened in the fiery crash.
The obvious thoughts were that this woman must be an angel fallen from the heavens, her wings blackened in the fiery crash.
Several people tried to approach, to help the woman, but were held back by cautious others who pointed out that the woman appeared undamaged, and the observant one before them all, who noticed the rippling in the air around the woman and the blackening of the ground around her that crept further and further away from the crater.
“Step away!” Martin demanded, and the other mages listened. He was respected well enough among his guildmates, and they trusted his insight.
“Step away!” Martin demanded, and the other mages listened. He was respected well enough among his guildmates, and they trusted his insight.
“Stephen, go wait by the distress call. If you hear trouble, hit it. Marcus, you go stand by the Void Shield access.” Marcus looked at Martin as though he were insane. The Void Shield was a powerful last resort sort of deal. But Martin was left in charge of managing the Guild Hall while the higher ups were out for reasons unknown.
Today was his last day on the job, and he wasn’t going to take any risks. An apparent angel falling from the sky in the middle of the night? Aint nobody got time for that.
< We have arrived. > The serious, almost robotic voice of Stygil confirmed, breaking through the silence of Clementine’s mind they shared.
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< We have arrived. > The serious, almost robotic voice of Stygil confirmed, breaking through the silence of Clementine’s mind they shared.
< Predictions were correct, this planet is not only to live, but has the human population >. Clementine, being use to her state of “sleep”, was slow to reply and did not awaken to confirm for herself.
< Culture .... and progress? > She asked the voice.
< Civilized, I notice a pre-modern style to the surroundings. I think it resembles a religious building shared by early humans prior to significant technological achievements but at the same time, there are aspects that seem… irregular. It is very likely that people are without some form of development, which would allow for more advanced methods of construction. I think they are designed to use the magic >.
With her interest greatly piqued, Clementine wasted no further time and reached out to feel her body, regaining her senses and consciousness.
With her interest greatly piqued, Clementine wasted no further time and reached out to feel her body, regaining her senses and consciousness.
The sensory input was somewhat jarring at first, she’d spent so long in Withdrawal. An important aspect of traveling the vastness of space, time, it takes thousands of years to travel on her own.
Without advanced spatial distortions or time loopholing, Clementine had to resort to traveling in a state of sensory withdrawal and slowed mental activity, to avoid going bat shit insane from the passage of vast amounts of time- incredibly boring time-.
Even so, as her senses came back to her she could feel the tingle in her nerves- in a manner of speaking, as she did not have organic nerves-, the giddiness that flooded her. She could finally do something.
She could barely contain herself, the urge, the impulse, the desire to exert herself. Without waiting to fully reconnect to her material self, the drive to act pushed her to awaken early.
Her eyes snapped open and her fingers clutched at the ground, clasping fistfulls of dirt. Her body writhed on the ground while she struggled to force herself to move before her body was ready to.
Her wings lifted off the ground in an attempt to beat them, and slammed back down to the ground several times kicking up dust. She could hear shouts around her, and knew that she wasn’t alone. People. Humans.
A lust crept through her core, oh how she had missed humans. So fun to play with. A new motivation filling her and her systems coming back to life, Clementine managed to sit up and drag herself up the side of the crater she lay in.
Her eyes were closed but she could see clearly. The shapes of each of the bipedal animals around her. She stared at them through her closed eyelids, the black winged angel, paused there taking in the sight.
< full rehabilitation reached >, Sygil sounded, and Clementine’s hands shot forward to into the cobblestone and fling herself forward with her wings reaching forward to beat against the air and carry her further, a blaze of blinding flames shot out from her body to envelop them.
< full rehabilitation reached >, Sygil sounded, and Clementine’s hands shot forward to into the cobblestone and fling herself forward with her wings reaching forward to beat against the air and carry her further, a blaze of blinding flames shot out from her body to envelop them.
She grabbed at the first human amid a flurry of spells, a variety of bolts and a few precious little shields in a parade of colors, fires, frosts, lights and shadows all. A magical race indeed. The spells rippled inches from her body and were repelled back at their casters, many getting caught unexpectedly.
None seemed to have the power enough to harm her barrier. They shouted and called out in a strange language, as to be expected. She’d learn their tongue later, but for now… centuries of withdrawal and sheer boredom demanded compensation and damn anyone who would get in her way.
Clementine held out her right hand and with a glimmer of sapphire light the ring on her hand morphed into an obsidian-like gauntlet with sharp clawed fingers.
Clementine held out her right hand and with a glimmer of sapphire light the ring on her hand morphed into an obsidian-like gauntlet with sharp clawed fingers.
Her now armed hand ripped into the chest of the man she had pinned, she went for satisfaction over speed but it was still a quick death, she did have plenty other toys after all.
She soaked in the screams of agony before ripping out the heart of her first victim. She held it to her chest and smiled. If she had tear ducts she might have shed a tear over the beauty of the moment.
Clementine clenched her hand and shredded the heart then with a snap of her fingers a burst of heat rushed out from her position, singing the flesh of all those around her, reddening their skin and causing a few small blisters to form on the particularly sensitive. Oh the release, did it feel fantastic.
There was no way she’d stop there with that little trick. Scaling it up, she threw her power towards her hands. Directing a flood of nuclear power she concentrated it into the form of two atomic models that burned like little stars.
When the models were complete Clementine slammed her hands together, making the models collide. The result was explosive as the two collapsed on each other to create a small explosion that sent a shockwave surging out in all directions.
The result burned the humans further, but most satisfying to her was the sight of the radiation wave bathing everything around her as far as she cared to see in it’s light.
The result burned the humans further, but most satisfying to her was the sight of the radiation wave bathing everything around her as far as she cared to see in it’s light.
To her vision she could see the wave clearly altering the radiation map of her surroundings. So satisfying was it to witness, Clementine looked up to face the sky, laughing gleefully as the many uncountable pinpoints of radiation- stars - looked back down on her through her closed eyes.
The humans couldn’t comprehend the sensation of expressing her power after thousands of years without anything to do but keep hurtling forward through space on some hunch that there might be life on the end.
But there was a nuisance.
The sky, the stars above her, that was the last thing she wanted to see. She was sick of space and she landed at night, she wanted to witness the day. She couldn’t force the sun to rise, but she could force the light of day upon this land.
Ignoring the pathetic little attempts to harm her by the little humans around her, though some of the humans had ran off. Presumably to cower in fear or get people more capable.
Ignoring the pathetic little attempts to harm her by the little humans around her, though some of the humans had ran off. Presumably to cower in fear or get people more capable.
She’d welcome anyone more skilled than these pests. Someone to liven the night up. Where was the welcoming party! They were neglecting their guest.
Regardless of any hospitality on their part, Clementine held out her hands and bombarded the air between her palms with radiation, collecting it, molding it. Another atomic model formed, this one rapidly grew in intensity to a large size before she stopped fueling it and the burning ball violently imploded, a great beam of light shot high into the sky, and the other end buried into the earth like it wasn’t there.
Moments later, a loud siren screamed it’s warning from the top of the building.
An alarm. That was fucking perfect! Clementine’s eyes lit up and she laughed ecstatically or rather, it was something of a giggle really.
“< Excellent! Let's call your betters ... Let me see what you do to me! >” She shouted out in her native language. Her gauntlet shifted, plates clinking and reorganizing, extending outward to form a cannon taking form over her arm.
She fired her weapon at the scrambling humans as she lifted herself up off the ground with a beat of her shining wings. Starting with those the furthest from her, each hit impacted with a satisfying thud as the high intensity bursts of energy hit like a wrecking ball. Soon.
They wouldn’t sound their alarm like that if there wasn’t something more capable to summon to their ‘rescue’. Be it some form of military, or some lone hero. Let them come.
Spells in use/used:
Radiation Pulse.
Blast Purge.
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