Post by glitters on Nov 7, 2012 0:27:44 GMT -5
Well see, now. It really had been a misunderstanding, an instance of one person being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
It had been Brea in the tavern trying to find the appropriate 'little mens' room if you so will. It had been only unfortunate that in the dimly lit room full of rambunctious drunkards yelling, splashing ales around and throwing each other in the captain's way that he'd managed to skillfully leap over their bodies but in consequence choose the wrong door to open.
A shriek pierced the air and alerted the blond swordsman, at first thinking someone was being harassed and in need of help in the bar but then quickly realized that the feminine shriek in question was actually because of him for you see, holding the door open for all the men to see (and wild hollering was indeed had) was the young blonde-haired Jasmine Loque, adjusting her undergarments. The experience had even startled Brea enough that he slammed the door shut but within a few short seconds the door flung open again and out stomped the young woman, fists balled at her sides and a flare in her eyes.
The men around her let out cat-calls and hollered some more.
Her hand shot out to the table to her right and she spat firmly, "Dovul semai!" A ball of flames bursting from her palm straight into the table where the men all sat which sent the drunks flailing (aside from the one, whose hair caught fire as he was already long passed out by then), liquor mugs crashing to the floor and poker cards fluttering upwards into the air in fabulous colorful dance. And Jasmine kept her glare on Brea as half of the bar got to their feet and moved to the opposite wall to watch this all unfold.
"I'm sorry!" he quickly said to her, one unarmed hand up to try to show he meant no harm, his other hand lowered to his side, empty but only hairs' length away from grabbing the hilt of his sword. He noted the vicious look in her eyes and seeing her being very non-hesitant with lighting a table on fire with a bunch of men who clearly could have grouped up to take on her frail-looking self gave him 'red flag' warnings that she had ways of handling her problems...very painful ways, perhaps.
"H-how dare you!" Jasmine shouted at Brea, voice and hands shaky as she pointed her offending hand from seconds earlier towards Brea, which prompted him to unsheath his sword.
"Hey! I said sorry, it was an accident!" he spoke firmly to her, trying to calm her down and trying to keep his mind off of the surprising sight of the lady's underwear, "we can forget it happened." And somehow this seemed to make Jasmine angrier as her eyes narrowed at Brea.
"Accident? Just forget about it?" the hysterical young lady threw her hands back down to her sides, palms out, "I'll do no such thing, sir! Do you have any clue what kind of immature foolery I've experienced from you men in the past year and a half because I'm a 'cute little girl' and you all think you can just get away with it!? It's not happening!"
Brea wasn't stupid, he wasn't going to be able to talk his way out of it. She didn't appear to have any visible weapons on her, just some bag she had slung over her shoulder. Magic. Fun. Time seemed to slow as his eyes jerked to her feet, her head, left, right of her for anything else he should take note of--that was when he noticed that she was silent.
But her hands were twitching. The slightest movement, fingers and wrists twitching in a rhythym...a pattern.
'OH SHIT'
To his right he saw a small black ball form just under the table beside him, trying to hide itself in the shadows. He launched himself to the left, fast as light, and just half-seconds before the table exploded, a dark cloud reaching out around it and disappearing from the blast. Brea danced over and dodged debris and glass thrown at him and went in to attack, getting in a few steps before Jasmine launched another fireball towards him, Brea slashing his sword at it as he stepped to the side. Surprisingly as it connected, the fireball exploded, breaking down into smaller pieces, one of them being thrown straight back at Jasmine from the collision with the sword.
"Jeil'zu hafta!!" Jasmine shrieked, falling backwards into the wall behind her with her arms up and crossed in front of her, having leaned to the right in just the right amount that the broken fiery rock hit the wall inches from where she was standing. A yellow glow surrounded her and bounced the stray fire and rock off of her, showing she knew offensive as well as defensive magic. Her hands opened up in front of her then and another fireball spat itself out at Brea who, quicker than before, swung at it again and sent even larger chunks straight back at Jasmine who now dove behind a table to take cover from the counterattack.
This was about the point where she realized she shouldn't be picking fights if she was going to be a coward about being attacked back. What would her grandmother tell her in a time like this?
'Get the hell out here and show no mercy! Make him cry like a LITTLE GIRL!!' Annabelle's old, shrieky voice rang in Jasmine's ears even though she was nowhere to be seen (and thankfully heard). Jasmine needed another plan as it seemed Brea was good at catching her attacks.
"To'dovul semai!" Jasmine flicked both wrists then at Brea and three fireballs threw themselves at him this time. It was genius, he could dodge one but clearly he couldn't deal with a few more at the same time! She was sadly disappointed then as he did a highly impressive flip, sword slicing through the air in smooth, dancer-like motions and this attack, too, had been successfully parried! The tavern lit up as segments of each fireball blasted each every way, setting bar rags and even the odd drink on fire. Jasmine's eyes widened as she now realized this guy was a lot better than she'd anticipated. She seemed to have this knack for getting into fights with these kinds of guys now, it almost reminded her of someone but she couldn't quite remember what his name was at the moment...*cough*
Time. That was what she needed, was a little more time to put something together. Now it was time to fight in a more useful way, the way her grandmother would have told her she should have done from the start and not piss around with one-shot spells!
One by one her hands pointed back out to Brea, one fireball coming from one, another following shortly after. Jasmine bit her lip and as he countered every blow she rattled off more, getting into the habit of layering her attacks, concentrating on her explosion spell again--light twitch of the wrist, the fingers, the other hand throwing more fire towards him and cowardly taking cover behind the table where she stayed.
Brea saw the pattern, and with perfect timing waited until he saw his opening. Jasmine carelessly threw another fireball out and kept her focus on her vocal-less spell when suddenly a loud clang! above her head made her jump and violently shake. She stared straight up into the tip of Brea's blade nearly touching her nose, a smirk on him as he looked down into her wide eyes.
"All right," he said firmly, "we're going to--"
And then everything happened at once. In the middle of Brea's sentence Jasmine's jaw dropped in fear, her attention he noticed on something else past him. It was as he looked up that it was discovered that the chandelier-styled light fixture above him, with burning rope that once held it up, had come undone and at a moment too late had it been noticed. The fixture broke overtop of Brea's head, and a moment just before the entire table exploded in the same dark cloud as the other one had, Brea being launched headfirst into a wall and Jasmine feeling the impact as well was sent tumbling into another adjacent to him.
'HOW--my spell...it was complete...' it didn't really take long for Jasmine to figure out how she'd accomplished that.
'So much for being a competent fighter...' she pouted to herself as her head hit the wall and she scrambled back to her knees in a frenzy, fearing Brea was going to already be at her again. It appeared, she realized as she got up, that one or the other accidental circumstances had managed to knock the other fighter out cold as he lay still tangled up in the light fixture. Jasmine sat for a long time and stared at him, hands to her mouth as she tried to take in what had happened...and also hoped he wasn't dead...or someone important.
She'd been furious and declared battle against someone herself, and managed to win!
...No, she didn't. She fluked this. She was a chicken and fluked it. She'd go and tell Andy and her father that she was harassed at the tavern, she stood up for herself, and she ended up being a royal screw-up in her 'heroic battle' and accidentally hurt the guy.
...
Orrr, considering neither were here, she could just claim this as one. Only one. It really was her only one and how often was she going to have perfect circumstances like these aside from random bystanders who watched the whole thing?
No, it really wasn't the right thing to do. But the blonde-haired girl rose to her feet, whined at the pain in her back, shoulders, and hands from the explosion, and threw her hands up in the air with a big grin on her face.
"I did it I did it I did it!!" the 'victory' cry.
It had been Brea in the tavern trying to find the appropriate 'little mens' room if you so will. It had been only unfortunate that in the dimly lit room full of rambunctious drunkards yelling, splashing ales around and throwing each other in the captain's way that he'd managed to skillfully leap over their bodies but in consequence choose the wrong door to open.
A shriek pierced the air and alerted the blond swordsman, at first thinking someone was being harassed and in need of help in the bar but then quickly realized that the feminine shriek in question was actually because of him for you see, holding the door open for all the men to see (and wild hollering was indeed had) was the young blonde-haired Jasmine Loque, adjusting her undergarments. The experience had even startled Brea enough that he slammed the door shut but within a few short seconds the door flung open again and out stomped the young woman, fists balled at her sides and a flare in her eyes.
The men around her let out cat-calls and hollered some more.
Her hand shot out to the table to her right and she spat firmly, "Dovul semai!" A ball of flames bursting from her palm straight into the table where the men all sat which sent the drunks flailing (aside from the one, whose hair caught fire as he was already long passed out by then), liquor mugs crashing to the floor and poker cards fluttering upwards into the air in fabulous colorful dance. And Jasmine kept her glare on Brea as half of the bar got to their feet and moved to the opposite wall to watch this all unfold.
"I'm sorry!" he quickly said to her, one unarmed hand up to try to show he meant no harm, his other hand lowered to his side, empty but only hairs' length away from grabbing the hilt of his sword. He noted the vicious look in her eyes and seeing her being very non-hesitant with lighting a table on fire with a bunch of men who clearly could have grouped up to take on her frail-looking self gave him 'red flag' warnings that she had ways of handling her problems...very painful ways, perhaps.
"H-how dare you!" Jasmine shouted at Brea, voice and hands shaky as she pointed her offending hand from seconds earlier towards Brea, which prompted him to unsheath his sword.
"Hey! I said sorry, it was an accident!" he spoke firmly to her, trying to calm her down and trying to keep his mind off of the surprising sight of the lady's underwear, "we can forget it happened." And somehow this seemed to make Jasmine angrier as her eyes narrowed at Brea.
"Accident? Just forget about it?" the hysterical young lady threw her hands back down to her sides, palms out, "I'll do no such thing, sir! Do you have any clue what kind of immature foolery I've experienced from you men in the past year and a half because I'm a 'cute little girl' and you all think you can just get away with it!? It's not happening!"
Brea wasn't stupid, he wasn't going to be able to talk his way out of it. She didn't appear to have any visible weapons on her, just some bag she had slung over her shoulder. Magic. Fun. Time seemed to slow as his eyes jerked to her feet, her head, left, right of her for anything else he should take note of--that was when he noticed that she was silent.
But her hands were twitching. The slightest movement, fingers and wrists twitching in a rhythym...a pattern.
'OH SHIT'
To his right he saw a small black ball form just under the table beside him, trying to hide itself in the shadows. He launched himself to the left, fast as light, and just half-seconds before the table exploded, a dark cloud reaching out around it and disappearing from the blast. Brea danced over and dodged debris and glass thrown at him and went in to attack, getting in a few steps before Jasmine launched another fireball towards him, Brea slashing his sword at it as he stepped to the side. Surprisingly as it connected, the fireball exploded, breaking down into smaller pieces, one of them being thrown straight back at Jasmine from the collision with the sword.
"Jeil'zu hafta!!" Jasmine shrieked, falling backwards into the wall behind her with her arms up and crossed in front of her, having leaned to the right in just the right amount that the broken fiery rock hit the wall inches from where she was standing. A yellow glow surrounded her and bounced the stray fire and rock off of her, showing she knew offensive as well as defensive magic. Her hands opened up in front of her then and another fireball spat itself out at Brea who, quicker than before, swung at it again and sent even larger chunks straight back at Jasmine who now dove behind a table to take cover from the counterattack.
This was about the point where she realized she shouldn't be picking fights if she was going to be a coward about being attacked back. What would her grandmother tell her in a time like this?
'Get the hell out here and show no mercy! Make him cry like a LITTLE GIRL!!' Annabelle's old, shrieky voice rang in Jasmine's ears even though she was nowhere to be seen (and thankfully heard). Jasmine needed another plan as it seemed Brea was good at catching her attacks.
"To'dovul semai!" Jasmine flicked both wrists then at Brea and three fireballs threw themselves at him this time. It was genius, he could dodge one but clearly he couldn't deal with a few more at the same time! She was sadly disappointed then as he did a highly impressive flip, sword slicing through the air in smooth, dancer-like motions and this attack, too, had been successfully parried! The tavern lit up as segments of each fireball blasted each every way, setting bar rags and even the odd drink on fire. Jasmine's eyes widened as she now realized this guy was a lot better than she'd anticipated. She seemed to have this knack for getting into fights with these kinds of guys now, it almost reminded her of someone but she couldn't quite remember what his name was at the moment...
Time. That was what she needed, was a little more time to put something together. Now it was time to fight in a more useful way, the way her grandmother would have told her she should have done from the start and not piss around with one-shot spells!
One by one her hands pointed back out to Brea, one fireball coming from one, another following shortly after. Jasmine bit her lip and as he countered every blow she rattled off more, getting into the habit of layering her attacks, concentrating on her explosion spell again--light twitch of the wrist, the fingers, the other hand throwing more fire towards him and cowardly taking cover behind the table where she stayed.
Brea saw the pattern, and with perfect timing waited until he saw his opening. Jasmine carelessly threw another fireball out and kept her focus on her vocal-less spell when suddenly a loud clang! above her head made her jump and violently shake. She stared straight up into the tip of Brea's blade nearly touching her nose, a smirk on him as he looked down into her wide eyes.
"All right," he said firmly, "we're going to--"
And then everything happened at once. In the middle of Brea's sentence Jasmine's jaw dropped in fear, her attention he noticed on something else past him. It was as he looked up that it was discovered that the chandelier-styled light fixture above him, with burning rope that once held it up, had come undone and at a moment too late had it been noticed. The fixture broke overtop of Brea's head, and a moment just before the entire table exploded in the same dark cloud as the other one had, Brea being launched headfirst into a wall and Jasmine feeling the impact as well was sent tumbling into another adjacent to him.
'HOW--my spell...it was complete...' it didn't really take long for Jasmine to figure out how she'd accomplished that.
'So much for being a competent fighter...' she pouted to herself as her head hit the wall and she scrambled back to her knees in a frenzy, fearing Brea was going to already be at her again. It appeared, she realized as she got up, that one or the other accidental circumstances had managed to knock the other fighter out cold as he lay still tangled up in the light fixture. Jasmine sat for a long time and stared at him, hands to her mouth as she tried to take in what had happened...and also hoped he wasn't dead...or someone important.
She'd been furious and declared battle against someone herself, and managed to win!
...No, she didn't. She fluked this. She was a chicken and fluked it. She'd go and tell Andy and her father that she was harassed at the tavern, she stood up for herself, and she ended up being a royal screw-up in her 'heroic battle' and accidentally hurt the guy.
...
Orrr, considering neither were here, she could just claim this as one. Only one. It really was her only one and how often was she going to have perfect circumstances like these aside from random bystanders who watched the whole thing?
No, it really wasn't the right thing to do. But the blonde-haired girl rose to her feet, whined at the pain in her back, shoulders, and hands from the explosion, and threw her hands up in the air with a big grin on her face.
"I did it I did it I did it!!" the 'victory' cry.