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sweethymns2018-05-31 10:48 pm
formidable) wrote in sweethymns2018-05-31 10:48 pm
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[Don't think she didn't notice the Eye of Agamotto Stephen]
Not bad by the way. I don't know what it is, but not bad.
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Drunk and yet still perceptive. Who would've thought?
[A hand lifts to touch lightly at the Eye around his neck.]
But you're right. I think they are after this little trinket; but I'll be dead before they get their hands on it. I guarantee you that.
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Ah, so dutiful. Careful, though. If you put it like that, there's no way I'd let your bones go to waste.
[So yeah, uh, that's the demon way of saying not to die needlessly. Or she's just saying she'll eat Stephen. Either or.]
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Don’t you worry about my bones, hm? Just keep focused on the task ahead of us.
[With that, Stephen turns to head down a certain direction along the street — it’s obvious that he’s moving with purpose, his cloak swishing behind him.]
This way. They’ve left their magical fingerprints all over this city; it’s just a matter of following the trail. Or can you sense where another Servant might be better than I?
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[How nice, Shuten.
At his question, Shuten hums, thinking.]
To an extent, that's true. I don't think we've any intent to hide, ourselves. And if it's a Servant of my caliber... Fufu.
He might come running for a piece of me. Who knows?
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[There’s a feeling — a ripple, really, shuddering through the mirror world. The touch of magic, aggressive, searching for something. For that little stone around Stephen’s neck, for his Servant, or maybe both. It’s hard to say, but Stephen stops in his tracks.]
Hold on. Do you feel that?
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[She feels the ripple in the fractals and the impending danger hit her like the scent of a strong and tantalizing liquor.
With the sword balanced on her shoulder, Shuten steps in and around Strange so that she has his back and although her stance remains casual, the demon Servant is far from being non-vigilant.]
So busy on our first day out together.
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[Those hands he had deemed so weak before, call forth their usual glow of circular magic. With a small spark of dry humor:]
I like to show people a good time.
[In the distance, the mirror world ripples again, as if something or someone is entering it. There's nothing they can visually see just yet, until something groans in the distance. A skyscraper, towering above them, bending and warping and falling right towards them.]
Time to move!
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[Troublesome. There's going to be a lot of this isn't there? What Shuten opts to do is to have her body dissipate into thin air, turning into her spirit form essentially before reappearing in full on the side of the skyscraper and scaling it by running as it falls. Then she finds a good vantage point to leap off of, making a neat arc before landing on her feet with her blade pinned to the ground making for a small crater beneath her.]
Fuu. What convoluted magic.
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He feels the shake of her landing next to him.]
Oh, this is nothing. Believe me.
[But with the skyscraper out of the way, in the distance, there are the silhouettes of two approaching forms.]
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But the two silhouettes are of more importance right now. One of them stops and freezes and so does she. There's a split second or two of a deadly pause.]
... Master.
[She readies her blade, pulling it from the ground.]
Don't blink.
[The other figure has gathered a burst of speed and above Strange, a muscular and scarred man looks just about ready to crush him with his blades.
That is until Shuten's sword clashes with the enemy Servant's. She pushes him back and when he tries to strike her, she takes two fingers and almost lazily stops his weapon while crouching and putting her feet on the other.]
No, no, this won't do.
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Careful!
[He can feel it before he sees it. A blast of dark magic comes flying Shuten's way, courtesy of the sorcerer -- a man about Stephen's age, with short black hair and dark vestments. Stephen reaches out and casts a protective shield on the side of his own Servant to deflect the attack.
Give us the Eye, Strange. You'll save us all the trouble! he calls out, an almost hysterical humor to his tone.]
How about no? [Stephen's face is twisted into a frown, despite the quip.]
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They push at one another until they both skid backward in front of their respective Masters. Standing up slowly the shirtless and scarred Servant nods at Shuten while she just gazes back with mild boredom at him and his Master.]
Assassin.
Berserker.
[The demon clicks her tongue. She had been wearing the civilian clothing the whole time since they exited the Sanctum, but now in a glow of light, she reverts back to her normal, if revealing garments.]
The only handsome one here. Well, I suppose it's worth it.
[Berserker, despite his moniker, seems oddly at ease and not at all like a maddened warrior like his class title suggests. He lets out a low whistle and calls out to the other sorcerer who commands him.]
Hey, Master. I think it's better if you let me handle things from here. Any closer and that little lady will have you dancing in her hand before you know it.
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It's Stephen's turn to click his tongue.]
Going to stand back and let everyone else do the work for you? Not only are you foolish, but you're incompetent too.
[Stephen doesn't intend to let his Servant do all the work. He extends a hand, and the columns around them -- the ones that had been the skyscraper moments before, twist in the air. He directs them down like bulldozers charging towards Beowulf.]
Better move, Shuten.
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If you say so.
[It's a blessing of sorts that Shuten is not slowed down at all by any alcohol she's consumed. If anything, she's strengthened by it, and immediately hones in on Beowulf who's dodging Stephen's morphed skyscrapers turned weapons and even breaking them apart, some with his bare fists. Shuten's landed on one of the skyscrapers that are making a beeline for the enemy Servant. Seeing her head for him, Beowulf just makes the leap and lands on the same pillar where they immediately begin another clash of blades.
Of course, there is quipping to be had.]
Already wanting to get up close and personal? Such an eager boy.
Heh. [The sound of metal hitting each other rings and vibrates throughout the Mirror Dimension.]
Even through that sickly sweet scent of yours, I can smell dragon on ya. You can't make me drunk Assassin, not when I'd rather much slay a monster like you.
Hm. Maybe so.
[They both drop to another ground surface.]
But I can still melt you and your Master down. Your flesh, your bones, down to your very marrow... I might just take it allll for myself.
[She's still doing her job ok]
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Not that Stephen really has any room to judge. It's obvious that when it comes to physical prowess, that he should leave that particular work to Shuten; if he found himself engaging Beowulf hand-to-hand, he would undoubtedly lose without his magic to back him up.
But that's a thought for another time. His last skyscraper pillar careens through the air, missing its mark, but the other sorcerer runs up it -- defying gravity like one does in the Mirror World -- and lunches towards Stephen. His hand is wreathed in dark magic, practically oozing from skin, and Stephen flies upwards to avoid what would've been a magical blast directly to his chest, likely with the intent to stop his heart.]
Even if you kill me, you'll not get what you want.
[The sorcerer smirks and jumps up, darting in the air to meet him.
I'll find a way to undo the magic that binds you to the Eye, even if it means dragging your corpse around with me until I figure it out.]
Then you'll be burdened with a dead body for a long while, because you lack both the skill and the mental acuity to do it, I'm sure.
[They land on the side of another skyscraper, standing straight as if it were nothing. Stephen's hands still glow with golden magic.]
Stand down. Walk away. And I'll be generous enough to forget that any of this happened.
[Enough talk! Either hand it over or be a good sorcerer and stay still!
From where they are, high above, there is the bright clash of magic, enough to send waves throughout the Mirror World. Stephen is certain he can hold his own against this man, as long as he's not interrupted by Beowulf.]
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(If it had been a certain GOLDEN hunk of a man, she'd be happy to go all out, all night, preferably, but yeah, what are you gonna do)
So she ditches the sword and has one of her gourds appear, popping off the top. Beowulf looks confused at first and that's his first mistake, pausing. Because a cloud of purple smoke hits him in the face, obscuring his vision and making him cough. That's enough for her as she uses that as a distraction to make several leaps towards the enemy sorcerer and lands right behind him.]
Gotcha~.
[And he gets some alcoholic and violet fumes in his face. All yours Stephen.]
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Still, he's a stubborn one apparently, trying to push past Shuten and make a pathetic grab for Stephen's pendant.
I... I need this! It isn't fair that someone like you should have it, I- He coughs. Time has never been kind to me, with that I can-
Stephen just reaches forward to press two fingers onto the other's forehead. Something to calm him, to make him useless.]
Time's kind to no one. You're not special enough to command it to be otherwise.
[The sorcerer seems to almost buckle under the strength of Stephen's magic when unprepared, mind going fuzzy. But he does manage a, And you are? How narcissistic, before he crumples completely, passing out.
Stephen just watches him for a moment.]
No. Just a burden I'm tasked with.
[And with that, his eyes move to where Beowulf once stood, to see if the Servant will still be an issue.]
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Here he comes.
[The Servant comes doubling towards them, but instead of aiming for Stephen or even her, he sweeps his Master's body away and takes advantage of the distorted environment to retreat from the duo.]
Oh, dear. [Not that she's really expressing concern, but she glances sideways at Stephen.]
I doubt he can escape without his master's magic, buuuut...
[She makes her sake cup appear, but instead of a clear liquid, it's filling up with a rainbow-colored and shimmering brew, all at once appetizing, but toxic to its core.]
I can slow them down.
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It'll take a large part of his focus, so any help from his Servant will be appreciated.]
Do it.
[Already, he floats high above the surface of the building they're already on, willing the Mirror World to warp as he pleases.]
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Wonderful.
[As Stephen traps their opponents Shuten jumps on an available ledge looking down at the two.]
Cover your nose Master, or you might just fall in.
[Senshibankou - Shinpen Ki Doku.]
It's going to be a splendid banquet.
[Multitude of Colors - Providential Oni Poison.
She tips her cup into the trap and out pours a waterfall of brilliantly colored and sweetly intoxicating alcohol; not just any liquor, but it's the poisonous brew that defines Shuten Douji's existence because of how it was also her end. Her Noble Phantasm.
Below, Beowulf starts to feel himself weaken and he even coughs up some blood. It's not looking good for them and it's clearly causing damage to both Servant and the already incapacitated Master.
The liquor that effects them so strongly is casually being sipped by Shuten.]
Mm. Any more and you'll both be melting away...
[Might wanna pick up the sorcerer at least Stephen, she's totally gonna eat them both otherwise]
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As soon as the toxic stuff affected the two in the distance, Stephen had taken off in flight. The line of buildings guided him to their location, and for a moment, he could almost appreciate the rainbow shimmer of poison below him.
He focused, making a raised column of the street rise up with them upon it, and poison flows down the edges languidly like some rainbow waterfall. Once they're close enough, he lashes out with his magic -- a whip-like hold around both Servant and Master, around waist and wrist and legs.]
Now then, I'd stop running if I were you. Unless you want to retreat into a pit of alcoholic poison.
[Sure gives a different meaning to 'alcohol poisoning'.]
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[The poisonous pool is bringing Berserker to his knees, but he's still holding up. Shuten drinks the rest of her serving and glances sideways at Stephen as he contains both Master and Servant.]
He might still... Ah, there he goes. [Yup, Beowulf's putting up a fight even though his defenses are down and the poison is in his system.]
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But he calls to Shuten, too, clearly exasperated.]
Then try knocking him out while I still have him preoccupied!
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So what she does is go over to Stephen, reach underneath past his Cloak so she can pull at his shirt and drag him, Beowulf, and the rogue sorcerer to her. When they're about to close the distance, she drops her cup knees Beowulf in the face knocking him out.
Look, her strength is ranked A, okay.]
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