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for @Roskuld
[PRIVATE] thunderbolts and lightning
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11-02-2016, 08:59 PM
for @Roskuld
...and then the weather decided it wanted to be angry, too. We could see the storm from miles away, a huge black thing hanging in the sky, clinging to the horizon, and only an idiot would have dared to even think about going into that thing at the sight of it. But that’s the thing, though, because we weren’t just seeing it. At least, I wasn’t just seeing it--deep in the core of my body, right there in the middle where a sixth sense inside of me tells me when shit goes down, was a buzz, a ringing, a blaring, claxon toll that was telling me unequivocally that shit was currently going down. And it wasn’t a thing that I could ignore, like a weird pain in my neck or ass after sleeping wrong on it. It was an instant call to action and I bounded for it. It was obvious that there was something off, because snow doesn’t beat you like it was beating me at that moment, like it was slapping my shit with a belt buckle for doing a naughty thing that I wasn’t supposed to be doing. But even other than that, though, the lightning flashed above me ‘n Chic like a large, blaring red scar stretching and screaming down at us, like the sky itself was bleeding and blaming me for wielding the razor blade. I begged with Cheek and he agreed with me, and so he dropped from the sky and clung to my back before his wings could be pelted with hard, angry frost and be torn by the ripping wind. I squinted up into the elements, trying and searching and failing to see the big picture, the beast behind all this nonsense that was surely there--but for all I could see, it was only a storm, and a pissed one at that. But that was okay because Sparkmarrow was clasped to my shoulder and Chico had taken his pre-war shit and I was in no mood to fuck around at that moment. “HEY,” I screamed at--some clouds, “CALM THE FUCK DOWN.”
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it. ♥♥ kate has it going on @Mythical Request Please tag ROSKULD in every reply!
11-08-2016, 09:39 PM
@Roskuld
11-16-2016, 11:26 PM
WHY, the world boomed at me. I ducked my head against it, my eyes screwed shut while Chico grasped my mane for dear life. We felt that voice all around us, breaking outside and inside our bones with the kind of power that said without saying I’m strong enough to crush you if I felt like it. For a second we drowned under the strength of the storm; the wind tossed and turned around us, battering us and tearing at us and hating us thickly, and it was all I could do to stand my ground, planting my feet wide apart so I wouldn't be knocked down by the harsh storm. And I wasn’t knocked down, either; after a while the ferocity of the gales abated and I was able to open my eyes slowly without being in danger of blinding myself against the aggressive windshears. I gasped, panting even as Chico peaked out of the tangles of his tousled mane. Why calm down? The voice was there again, there and everywhere and nowhere, but it didn’t rip at me like before and I was able to answer without a scrambled brain. “Cuz you’re BREAKING shit, that’s why!” Maybe nothing major was shredded to bits yet, but a wild storm like this running loose on the land wasn’t gonna do any favors for anybody. I guess I’d reached a point where a talking storm wasn’t enough to faze me. I ‘unno, it felt like the kind of thing that would pop up, and whatever it was it was a thing I had to handle. “What do you want?” I shouted, screaming at something since it seemed to be in a talking mood.
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it. ♥♥ kate has it going on @Mythical Request Please tag ROSKULD in every reply!
11-27-2016, 10:10 PM
@Roskuld
12-02-2016, 11:19 PM
So of course the storm ended up ignoring me, which is what storms do so I can’t really play like I was all offended by it. The concept was weird from the beginning--shouting at clouds and wind and sleet and red lightning and biting cold wasn’t like screaming at a thing that had enough brains to sort through words. I pinned my ears though, knowing this was more than what it was showing me; I ground my teeth even as Chico growled deeply in his barrel chest, and I reached for Sparkmarrow. The sword’s zpKA! as it snapped into formation was muffled by the noise of the storm around us, but the vibration of it clapped anyway between the bullet-storm of snow. What was I gonna do with a sword against...the weather? I had no fuckin’ clue but that wasn’t gonna stop me from trying the shit, especially if something actually did lay at the storm’s perfect center. But I was stopped from jumping in the fray by the…entity that seeped at me, even as it had boomed out at me before: Make a storm with us. I paused, my eyes glaring over Sparkmarrow’s blade suspiciously at the rampaging beast of a snowstorm. Make a storm with it? Fuck did that mean? Did it want to see my own lightning or….or was it something more? And what kind of shit would that be? I could spit some spark, sure, but that didn’t mean I was capable of anything of this magnitude. And if that’s what the storm wanted from me then it was shit out of luck. I drove Sparkmarrow into the ground, my eyes still glued to the glowing red of the electric storm, considering its words, weighing my options. With a heavy snort, I gathered the spark in me and gathered it in my horn until it was at its bursting point--and I aimed it for the clouds and where I thought the center would be and fired my hottest, juiciest load of lightning I was capable of conjuring. I was banking on one of two possibilities: Either the Storm wanted to see what I was made of or not, or I would be laying on a nice preemptive strike on the bastard that was causing all this damn noise. People were trying to sleep, jeez.
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it. ♥♥ kate has it going on @Mythical Request Please tag ROSKULD in every reply!
12-18-2016, 09:23 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-18-2016, 09:25 PM by Random Event.)
@Roskuld Congratulations! Roskuld has been given the following upgrade: Shock (U) | The ability to release long, whip-like arches of lightning from any part of her body. Please post to records updates to have it added! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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