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Posted by Cheshire on Oct 27, 2007 20:49:37 GMT -6
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Calley
Calley brought the rubber ball machine gun to bear on Kitra rather absently. He depressed the trigger as he thought about how to answer the teenager.
“What I found somewhat distasteful was your abrupt role change, which you have done twice now and I would appreciate an explanation.”
It had been a good question (or a good statement, he supposed). In fact, besides the Scary Boss Man, this made Zephyr officially the first person to call him on his... unfortunately unstable personality.
...A flattering choice of descriptions. Thank you, Calley. Truly.
You’re welcome, Slate. You are welcome.
“It’s just... kinda who I am. Sorry you find it ‘distasteful’, Zephyr.”
Now that was a flattering choice of descriptions. He’s kinda cool, but he kinda sucks.
And she got that cold shiver down her back as she was pelted unmercifully by rubber pellets.....Kitra winced as they hit her and attempted to concentrate on some sort of shield....it took a couple trys....well more like five......she rolled her eyes at herself as they pellets beat themselves against a bubble like sheild around her.....and she heard explosions from the maze area....'Tris!!'
Kitra ran towards the maze while keeping her sheild in place.....skidding around the corner she rasied an eyebrow....'What the heck!?' Tris was being attacked....by a fragments of a plastic ball.....she seemed to be doing okay....but needed help....Kitra had left her purple whip hanging on the pipe so she concentrated on her green thorned whip.....and with much sweat dripping down her face it appeared...she lurched forward and slashed out with her whip and managed to shatter a few of the pieces...."Come on Tris! We gotta move" Reaching out Kitra grabbed her and pulled her right next to her and hoped that with her grabbing Tris wouldn't get her hurt....'cause she wanted to use her shield to protect Tris as well as herself......
Tris was holding her own.......her annoyed and frustrated efforts fueling her explosive potential to greater efforts as she slowly spun and aimed and turned yet again- she almost seemed in a concentrated trance like state....as the range her explosions reached grew, throwing the air molecules back in bruteal force, as well as anything in their way. It begun to loook allmost like she was a mirage, standing admist the center of shimering waves of hot air the receeding them burst forth again with new life.
Tris was feeling pretty damn good right now, definatly on a power high, not so much thinking as more simply reacting, allowing her concious self to become a conduent to that place inside her where her power dwellt..... as she channeled more energy into her power.......thinking disspassionatly that she might just keep going like this.......reaching out with her power to see how far away her actual limts were.......and as a side benfit, she could use Zephry as target practice.....ahhh wacky fun.
.....and with much sweat dripping down her face it appeared...she lurched forward and slashed out with her whip and managed to shatter a few of the pieces...."Come on Tris! We gotta move" Reaching out Kitra grabbed her and pulled her right next to her and hoped that with her grabbing Tris wouldn't get her hurt....'cause she wanted to use her shield to protect Tris as well as herself......
....Tris snapped out of her trance as Kit caught her arm and pulled it, yanking her to her senses it seemed- Kit was closer, so must have timed her contact between Tris's blasts. She felt draining, as if all her emotions had been temporarily dampened....she blinked her eyes dazedadly and smiled at Kit; "Thanks for coming back for me." she said simply, as she began running in step with Kit, trying to feel more like herself again.
Still stationed at his observation point high above the two females below Zephyr observed with sharp eyes Trista’s reaction to his somewhat unorthodox assault and personally he was somewhat disappointed. While it was clear that the girls explosive powers had grown in intensity and range her tactics had not seemed to have changed in the least; she still fought in a berserker manner, throwing her mutation left and right hoping to impact his projectiles through sheer luck and while this particular stratagem was proving mildly effective in this scenario the elemental noted by the strained expression on Trista’s face that she did not yet have the reserves to maintain such a sporadic defense for long periods of time. ‘She needs to learn to think on her feet’ he thought critically, ‘her simple strategy won’t work every time, she needs to learn subtlety.’
Making a mental note to have a word with Hunter after the session Simon’s attention was abruptly shifted to Kitra as the artistic girl raced back to her companion in an endeavor to aid the explosive redhead in her plight. Zephyr watched in fascination as the girl suddenly materialized a rather elaborate whip from thin air. ‘she certainly has flair for the ornate’ he mused as he as he took in the design of the new weapon and noted that she appeared to have some level of control with the tool as her arm snapped back and forth and whip complied by striking down some of the slower pieces of debris moving within his winds. It was as the elemental was observing Kitra’s counter to his own assault that he suddenly noted a strange type of pouch hanging by the girls side and he was struck by a thought.
“Calley,” he spoke in a mildly curios manner, “You said before that Kitra utilized her sketches to bring objects into being, tell me if she were separated from her sketches does she posses any other skills which would be relevant this to this session?”
As he waited for the boys response Zephyr levitated another orb from his pile and once more reduced it to fractions of it’s former self before then sending the pieces to replenish his dwindling arsenal, Hunter had instructed them to continue their assault until the girls finished the course and the elemental saw no reason to stop now.
Calley was bored with shooting Kitra, and rather lacking in ammo, so he set the machine gun down on the floor next to him and simply set to watching the scene, his arms crossed on the guardrail. Zephyr's question made his ears perk.
"I don't know." He glanced towards the mercenary, with a bit of a grin. "Maybe you should try 'n' see."
Kitra huffed slightly, "Why wouldn't I come back for you?! We are teammates and friends after all." She grinned and grabbed Tris's hand and they ran as fast as they could througth the maze once more and when they got to the huge gaping pit she cracked her whip and it snagged the pipe.....she let go of Tris' hand and grabbed her around her waist....."Bonzia!!!" (OOC:Couldn't resist) And they swung over the pit and landed on the other side.....she let go of Tris and bent over slightly catching her breathe...."Phew....Now we have to get this golden disc over that wall." She pulled it out of her pouch and grinned, "I thought it might be safer there for a bit." Kitra straightened and did a fast walk towards the wall.......
Zephyr did not miss the hint of amusement in Calley’s tone and unconsciously it caused his own lips to twist upwards ever so slightly for although he did consider himself a professional in every sense of the word it did not change the fact that he was still an adolescent and like others his age preferred to keep himself amused, normally at another’s expense. So it was that he went about his new self imposed task with only a slight glimmer of mischief in his azure orbs to reveal his intentions.
Dismissing Tris from his mind for the moment the elemental focused his attention upon the more artistic of the two females and narrowed his eyes as he forced his consciousness to a higher level of awareness, instantly his vision seemed to become coated in gold as he perceived the energy and movements of the air around him, the chaotic squalls and subtle wind streams which flittered about the training room and were invisible to others were suddenly as clear as day to the British mercenary and granted him an almost unparalleled view of the course below. This was a form of sight which was not restricted to simple linear paths but could instead twist and bend round the various corridors of maze below granting him an unimpeded view of everything it contained, well almost everything. The mercs enhanced perceptions were after all reliant upon the air around him and so his new vision was only extended to areas where air existed, objects which displaced the air such as the labyrinths walls, the upper walkway and even the elementals own body were all veiled in a dark haze which contrasted sharply with golden aura surrounding them, thus making them difficult to distinguish.
After only a few moments of pause though Zephyr was easily able to distinguish Kitra’s form from the two huddling masses below, all it had taken was common sense; Trista as previously noted, had managed to drain herself by utilizing her powers to achieve a sporadic defense against his own improvised attack, due to this her movements were somewhat sluggish in comparison to Kitra’s own and once his target had been identified all it took was an overbearing breeze to bring her form into sharper focus.
‘Focus’ he cautioned himself as he directed his attention to the strange pouch type contained which hung by the girls waist. If the mercs suspicious were correct then the bag contained the girls sketch’s and hence her power. Normally in such a situations where he wished to separate an individual from their belongings he would simply send one of his signature wind blades against the subject in question so as to separate them from the desire object. The problem with this method was it sometimes caused the individual concerned to loose an arm or develop a rather hazardous gash to their midsection, as Hunter stated that they not come to any significant harm this gave the elemental a very slim margin for error, he could perhaps inflict a mild scratch to the red heads side but a disemboweling slice was out of the question at this point in time.
Simply focus,’ he reminded himself, ‘the task is not overly complicated it simply requires… control’ Zephyr smirked; if there was one thing he was confident of he it was his control. finally obtaining a fix on his target he molded the air surrounding the artistic girl so that it had a razors edge, if he successfully separated the girl from is container he concoct a steady gale to put as much distance between the bag and it’s owner before finally levitating it up to his current position.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
...She stopped dead in her tracks as an unearthly wind rose up....and watched in anger as her pouch was cut from her side and was swept away.....a few seconds later the wind died down and she looked upwards and her eyes narrowed as she noted that Zephyr now held her pouch in his hands......'I'm getting my sketches back....Screw this test.' She ran towards the part of the wall that had gotten partially blown up and noted with extreme satisfication that the pipes that were sticking out of the wall continued upwards.....she snapped her purple whip upwards and and brought out her green thorned whip....'I love having two whip tattoes.' as well....Kitra steadily swung herself upwards using her whips to snag the pipes....and then she was level with the platform and she snapped out her purple whip and it twisted itself around the guardrail.....she swung and went over the guardrail and landed crouched on her feet....she stood and glared at Zephyr....."Hand them over please."
Catching the pouch in his left hand Zephyr weighed the container for a moment before actually directing his attention to the bags contents. If what Calley had said was true then he had the girls entire arsenal in the palm of his hand and it never hurt to know what kind of offensive abilities were at another mutants disposal.
Lifting the front flap of the strangely designed pouched the elemental raised an eyebrow as he noted there was not one but three rather expensive looking sketchbooks contained within, each easily accumulating an excess of 50 pages. ‘How many designs does she have?’ he wondered absently as he extracted the three volumes and balanced them upon his arm as he turned his attention to one with an obsidian cover and a professional appearance. Nonchalantly flipping through the first few pages he was completely ignorant of the sketchbooks owners somewhat unorthodox assent to the upper walkway which spanned the length of the training area.
“Hand them over please”
Glancing up with a momentarily fascinated expression as he wondered at the source of the voice the elementals features swiftly revolved into one mild amusement crossed with a small level of annoyance. Amusement because the girl seemed to believe she had some sort of power over him, and annoyance because he had actually found some of the more intricate weapon sketches appealing and he was in no mood to end his browsing so abruptly.
“Hmm? Are you sure this is the right time for such things?” he question with uncharacteristic innocence as he idly gathered the required energy for a controlled burst of air. “Your are still in the middle of training session after all and I must add you have abandoned Ms. Evans at a most inopportune moment, I would imagine she feels somewhat betrayed” As the elemental said this an additional three orbs rose from their piles and swiftly descended on the wearied redhead below. “I would recommend that you return to the exercise immediately, if you are swift Hunter may still yet allow you pass.”
If the girl did not follow his advice and attempted any type of hostile action then she would suddenly find a burst of air fired in the direction of her person which was intended to blow her over the walkways railing and guide her none to gently back to the training level.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Kitra's eyes narrowed, "You can look at my sketchbooks later then." She glanced downwards at her three sketchpads and noted that he had her black one open and was looking through it and her other sketchbooks were laying on his arm....'hmm.' She smirked, "On second thought I think I'll let you look at two of them." Her hand snapped forward and grabbed her green notebook and she flipped backwards of the platform...."Bye." Her mind scanned the images quickly and she concentrated on her wings and as they appeared she flipped again in the air so her wings could be of actual use to her.....she then winged her way over to Tris......
Hunter watched Kitra make her way up to Zephyr after the mercenary had relieved her of her sketches. Now was his time to strike. Flitting silently into the maze he made his way to Tris. Grabbing a coil of rope he fashioned a lasso and flung it over Tris. Moving at superhuman speed he bound Tris up before she could attack him. Gagging her with the handkerchief in his pocket he looped the rope over the bar and pulled, leaving Tris dangling over the gap.
(OOC: Apologies about the god modding Tris, and if you want it changed I will, but this is to punish Kitra for deviating and going after Zephyr instead of carrying on to the end.)
Securing the rope Hunter glanced up in time to see Kitra jump off with a single sketchbook in hand. Moving quickly Hunter dropped into the hole over which Tris was hanging, swung into a concealed over hang and waited for Kitra to try and rescue her friend.
((OOC: Lol, no change necessary, I got no problem with it Hunter.......its just, hope you remembered- Tris gets alittle freaked when her hands are tied....and habits are hard to break. ))
Tris was looking somewhat enviously at Kitra's ascending progress up and over the wall towards the distant annoying lord of air- hopefully to get her own back, metaphorically and physically. The hot tempered girl sighed as she eyed the vertical path Kit had taken, she never had been great with heights and rock climbing and all that crap- preferring a nice packed night club or mixing a drink, but right now she was kinda wishing she did have those kinda skills and Kit could have taken her too.
......
Flitting silently into the maze he made his way to Tris. Grabbing a coil of rope he fashioned a lasso and flung it over Tris. Moving at superhuman speed he bound Tris up before she could attack him. Gagging her with the handkerchief in his pocket he looped the rope over the bar and pulled, leaving Tris dangling over the gap.
.....
What with her attention being elsewhere and all, the lassoed rope that seemed to come out of nowhere caught her easily, her hands straped by her sides, despite her struggles and her ability to aim her power gone was..... ....reeling from this knowledge and the accompanying rising panic as her body reacted to this new situation by tensing and wriggling and opened her mouth to call her friend, Hunter, fast, freaky super human he was, had roped her up and and stuffed a handkerchief in her mouth- which she hoped to God was clean, before she could so much as squeak. Tris gulped, trying not to taste the da'mn stuffy hanky- not being able to use her hands to control her power had always been a deep seated fear for Tris and in that moment she felt like a precog cause she knew she wasn't going to do well with this situation... .......where the hell was Kit, she wailed in her head...
Securing the rope Hunter glanced up in time to see Kitra jump off with a single sketchbook in hand. Moving quickly Hunter dropped into the hole over which Tris was hanging, swung into a concealed over hang and waited for Kitra to try and rescue her friend.
Tris glared angry, hurt daggers at Hunter at her current post of being trussed up like a Christmas ham, her inarticulate curses still audible through the gag, their sentiment known even if the words were lost. As her hands clenched and twisted within her confines and sweat poured out of her forehead, Tris raged an unsuccessful battle with the full out panic attack raising inside her- logically she knew this was just a training exercise, and logically she knew Hunter would never seriously harm her......but as she convulsively swallowed for the third time and ice seemed to settle in a chest that didn't seem to get enough air she knew logic didn't hold much place in this mind discussion....
Her stubbornness and humor held out strongly as panic stuck against her defenses in waves. Tris, trying to focus her thoughts on something else, idly thought horrible things to say about every one of Hunter's ancestors and his personal habits, and looking at the ropes that held her, thought she ought to suggest him a change in career to the professional bondage market if the whole rich guy thing didn't work...........
that was are far as she got with sarcastic but weak humor.... as the fear that lapped around her consciousness that she HAD to get out of this stupid ropes suddenly became an overwhelming compulsion to her tired mind.
Tris screamed of rage and fear behind the gag, her need to get out her only goal, her body fighting the resistant ropes as her unconscious instincts scrambled for something,anything, that could possibly free her hands......she could soooo freeze a rampaging heard of buffalo in this mood but it couldn't help, she needed her exploding powers for that.....and that was the damn problem!
....Frustration, and Annoyance, and Anger all built up inside her head, herded there by panics sharp edged blade till the tension in her head was unbearable and she felt she must just explode.....
.....and the opposite wall shuddered and a good size chunk of it exploded, peppering her with sharp rocky gravel and thick dust her lungs would rather choke on than inhale.......and the tension was lessened.
......as the dust settled, Tris blinked in surprise that cut through the panic for a second......what had just happened? How had she thrown her power without her hands?.........memory, and linear thinking returned to throw up cards from where they had been sulkily banished......Oh yeah, Hunter had showed her this her first day here.......just, she'd never really felt comfortable doing it and hadn't practiced like she ought........which ment that while she couldn't aim worth a damn.......her blasting thing was back. Tris felt incredibly stupid for not remembering this simple fact earlier, espically hung up like a picture frame......but her brain had felt literally frozen and devoid of all thought but the need for escape.....and now she had the means.....
....that realization allowed her to slowly get the panic under control, no she used her training to riding the panic, use it, but not let it control her. Her emotion filled head shot out random and direction less blasts, pounding the walls and floor of the maze again and again as the floor shook and the determined girls onslaught.........she would literally break this building apart if she had too to get free. Hunter and indeed anyone who would try be near her might be having quiet a ride right now....
Tris turned her attention to the ropes holding her captive, hating them with every fiber of her being right now......she fired off a mental shot at them.......missing completely.......trying again, she actually managed to graze her arm as ever present frustration grew as she was flung round like a fish dangling on a hook due to her own ministrations. In theory she should be able to make the rope molecules lose cohesion and melt away from her.......but that would require an enormous amount of concentrated energy and her hands to channel- which she didn't have......so she had to settle for cocoon girl blowing in the wind as she tried to blast her way out of this stupid mess.
........there was a crack as the rope holding her up and confined......Tris looked down........and also away from the dark chasm thing under her feet........had finally giving in to the pressure and stayed to fray..........hhhhhhmmmmmmm, thought Tris sagely, maybe I should wait for Kit after all.......
Only to realize Tris wasn't there, and she was hearing explosions. Rather big ones. Kitra flew over the pit and looked down only to see Tris strung up by a lassoed rope, and she was also gagged. Kitra scanned her mind of any sketches she could use to carry her sketchpad and the golden disc. 'Nada, Nada. Er, that might work' She concentrated on a fanny pack that was striped purple and black, as soon as it fully materailized she stuck her sketchpad and the golden disc in it and dove downwards and and grabbed her knife and took out the gag from Tris' mouth and began cutting through the ropes binding her.....
Tris did not seem to take kindly to her current predicament. After squirming and panicking she began firing off explosions at random. Most went far wide of hitting anything useful, but one actually hit the ledge near to where he was hiding. The blast shook up the area and Hunter was forced to dive to one side as the section of ledge collapsed.
Looking up he saw that Kitra had her back to him as she tried to free Tris. Hunter leapt from his position aiming a flying tackle at Kitra’s back. If she somehow managed to dodge he would grab the rope Tris was hanging by, swing around it and lose himself at Kitra to keep up the pressure and keep her away from Tris.