Log -- Complete
When; Saturday, October 12th
Rating; PG for fantasy violence, faceplanting, and sitting on boys :O
Characters; Amelia fistsofjustice and Shiki concept_killer
Summary; The curse grabs hold of Amelia and Shiki and drags them off to the stadium, where Amelia proceeds to fight him for a curse-induced cause of Justice. Needless to say, Shiki is not thrilled.
Log;
The stadium ground was bare as she arrived, the wind stirring the loose, powdery dust of the arena. Across the distance, stadium hands closed the large doors leading off into the bowels of the building, blocking the way out for the combatants. The walls rose high around them -- a large fence flanked by rows of jeering fans. Hands on her hips, Amelia stared around the grounds and inhaled a deep breath. Ah, yes, today smelled like Victory.
Until she got dust up her nose. The girl sneezed, sputtering violently, pawing at the offended organ. There must be dignity for the administration of proper Justice!
But was her opponent prepared?
....why was he here again? Shiki didn't recall walking here but that seemed to be a common occurrence in his life. Why was that idiot staring at him like she was going to-
Oh wait, she was going to beat the pulp out of him. He wondered why he always ended up with the violent girls. Ciel, Arcuied, even his sister. They always had something against him. Still, he was very unprepared for this and stood staring blankly at Amelia.
Something was missing from this arrangement. Hm . . . Biting her lip, Amelia's eyes flicked around the arena . . . and there it was.
"Just a minute, I'm not ready!" And darting a few feet away, she clambered upward onto a large pillar. It was a laborious process, done with much grunting and scrambling, and took some time. Take a load off, Shiki; you might be waiting a while.
"There!"
Reaching the top, she struck a pose, jabbing a finger down at him. "You who have turned down the anti-Justice path, be warned; your heinousness has not gone unnoticed! Evildoer, prepare yourself, for Justice will be avenged!!"
The teen scratched his head as he watched Amelia make her lengthy climb. Finally, after her statement, he spoke up.
"Uh, Amelia. What the heck are you talking about? I'm nowhere near being evil. Sure, I may poke fun but you must be a real idiot to think I'd do something evil."
"That's the Evil talking right there!" She nodded firmly. "But don't worry! I'll take you away from Evil's path, no matter what!"
A spell spiraled to life between her hands. "No matter what means!"
He took a step back.
No, two steps back. He raised his arms in a placating gesture. "H-Hey now. You're not actually going to use that on me, are you?"
Why yes. Yes, she was. The spell grew in shape, spiraling into compactness -- a tight ball of wind meant to forcefully blow away anything in front of her. "Bomb di Wind!!"
It flashed outward towards him.
Finding himself whisked up in a blast of air, Shiki could tell that yes, she was being serious. He was still stuck figuring out why he was the evil one...
"AMELIAAAAA!!!"
There was no letting up while the enemy was distracted! Amelia prepared another spell immediately, drawing her arm back as though preparing an invisible bow -- which indeed she might be, considering the arrow of blue energy that formed between her spread hands.
"Freeze Arrow!!"
"...no way! Are you shooting to kill or something?!"
He didn't want to use it but he had to. Especially if he wanted to avoid getting hurt. He pulled his knife out of his pocket and tilted his head so he was looking over his glasses. With a quick spin, his knife traced across 3 lines on the arrow's surface, shattering it. Finally, he hit the ground with a thump.
Hm. This might be a little tougher than she thought.
"You won't escape!" Amelia launched herself into the air from the pillar, prepared to make a heroic landing that would strike fear into the heart of her opponent and equalize the playing field . . .
And instead managed a heroic faceplant.
.....ah. Why didn't he expect anything less? Putting away his knife, he wandered over.
"You okay, Amelia?"
She remained where she was a moment, feet twitching gently in the air. But the tenacity of Amelia was a force to be reckoned with, and even as he got close, she sprang away in a grand flourish of acrobatic leaps and flips.
"You thought you had me, but you didn't at all! Visfarank!" Magical energy channeled downward into her fists, lighting them with enough energy to do damage to a mazoku of her world . . .
She struck a boxing pose, prepared to head in at him.
He was conflicted between trying to convince her otherwise and running. Sure there were a lot of people watching but her fists looked like they'd really hurt. Bad. Option 2 it was.
He backed away, keeping a careful distance between her and him. "You know that's going to hurt me pretty bad, right? So you'll stop?"
She was a pacifist, of course. One had only to ask her to get that emphatic answer. But as did her father, Amelia's pacifism was grounded in the belief that in order to achieve the highly-desired peace that her kingdom sought, one had to be prepared to enact any means necessary. If that meant violence in the name of love, so be it. Meanwhile, the curse sang in her veins, surging through her blood. She barely heard him. "I will win!"
And she charged forward at him, aiming a jab towards his stomach.
If anyone was the king of near misses, it would have to be Shiki. He had to get hit sometime but he wanted to keep himself from being hurt. Then he could just force himself to faint and it would be over, right?
Nonetheless, Shiki followed her punch and skidded back just enough to feel the crackle against his clothes. "Will you stop this, you moron!!"
Unfortunately name-calling only made the situation worse -- and increased her attack energy. "I'm not!" The flurry of punches came faster now -- towards stomach, head, shoulders, jaw . . . With each strike, the energy in her fists would decrease, but if he did manage to get hit, it would deal quite a bit of pain.
Hahaha, his face! Shiki couldn't help but laugh inside his head. Laugh at the pitiful situation he was in. He dodged just out of range of the attacks but the one coming for his face...
Against his own will, he brought up his left arm to guard against that punch.
She blinked, surprised that he'd actually attempted to block one -- or perhaps that he'd actually managed rather than just dodging. Her other hand flashed back around, once again aiming for his gut.
This was it! Yeah, that last hit hurt pretty bad but if it's for the greater good...
He hardened up the muscles on his stomach and took this blow for the sake of surviving. Before the hit even landed, he could feel the pain but that was, of course, his imagination.
She hadn't been expecting that . . . Her eyes widened as her fist met hard flesh, her gaze darting up briefly to him, grazing across his . . . And then she yanked away, panting, the Visfarank spell going out. What was her next best tactic?
"So you've actually started to fight me." A smirk emerged that was strange on her face. "I always knew you were holding back."
Shit. She had him figured out. Well, it wouldn't hurt to continue play acting. He huffed out the air in his lungs and fell over. Closing his eyes, he played dead.
Blink. Blink blink. Well, that rather took the wind out of the sails, didn't it? Amelia stared, shoulders drooping, trying to determine what to do with this new situation.
Shiki carefully held his breath. Not moving an inch or making a noise, he slowly attempted to drop himself into fainting. Or maybe Amelia would back off and there wouldn't be a problem. He fervently hoped for the second one.
Was he *really* out? She hadn't hit him that hard -- particularly not when her fist had bounced off his abdomen like that.
There was only one way to test. Straddling him, she flopped down on his stomach.
...that girl. He was willing to bet that she lived to torment him. Of course he was going to react to that! He jerked up and shoved her shoulders.
"What the heck are you doing now?" He frantically tried to slide away, not wanting to be caught like that again.
"Ah ha!" She jabbed another finger towards him. "You're not dead!"
"Of course I'm not, you closet pervert! I just wanted to stop fighting!" He kept pushing himself back, not wanting to get hit again.
Stare. "What did you call me?!"
"Who in their right mind would sit on someone else! What am I supposed to call you?"
She wasn't Lina. Lina would have flown off the handle immediately and fried him to a crisp. Amelia, meanwhile, looked stricken. "How could you??"
The fireball built quickly between her hands, preparing itself . . . That was right. Guilt first, and then fry him to a crisp.
Shiki did know the one weakness of spellcasters, if spellcasters form Amelia's world followed the normal rules. But it was time to play serious.
Leaping forward, he lifted his leg up with a sidekick, hoping to disrupt her spell.
It did work -- and drove in the point that he was fighting in earnest now. She would have to be quick. Thrust aside by the kick, she whirled on him. The next spell was fast, requiring next to no effort. "Levitation!"
She darted upward into the air, hopefully out of his reach to prepare the next spell.
The teen let her go. Better that she was further away. Besides, he had his own ranged attacks. He bent over on the dusty ground and picked up a couple rocks.
He wouldn't have to wait long for hers. Drawing back her arm again, another arrow of energy flickered into being -- red this time, and pulsing with restless energy . . . not to mention the fact that two more sprouted from the original. "Flare Arrow!"
The arrows were fire this time instead of ice, prepared to explode with flame upon impact.
"No way!!"
Shiki himself took off at a sprint. He muttered under his breath. "I'm gonna die here. I can't die here..."
The arrows flashed outward, impacting the ground around him, throwing dust and bits of rock into the air.
And beyond that, Amelia's triumphant cry, "You can't run from Justice!"
After he had safely gotten out of the way, he turned back around and shook his fist at her.
"Justice? You call this justice?! This is completely unfair! Why don't you fight me like a real person!?"
"This *is* like a real person!" She poked her tongue out at him in response. "Did you give up on fighting me back? Obviously you can't manage it, ohohoho!!"
"No it isn't! You don't see me casting any spells back! The strong pick on the weak. If that's justice, I don't want any part of it!"
"You already picked on me!" Her mouth tightened. The next spell she'd make sure he couldn't escape. He'd insulted her and he'd insulted Justice . . . he couldn't be forgiven. "Flare Bit!"
Dozens of balls of light flooded towards Shiki . . . with contact, each one would be like a punch. As a side effect, however, they would create a great deal of smoke . . .
Covering his face, Shiki was forced to take it like a man. The fireballs pelted him hard and damn, it hurt badly. Dropping to his knees, he didn't know if he could stand another attack like that.
He would have no time to find out. Amelia plunged abruptly into the smoke with him, hand snaking out to touch his skin, crying out one last spell. "Mono Volt!"
Not knowing a thing about the spell, Shiki took it on his left arm again. The shock flowed through his body and flipped a couple synapses. His weakened body couldn't quite handle the jolt and it was like his mind switched off, not able to handle the pressure. Before he went out, he suppressed that killing instinct to make sure he didn't wake back up and get revenge. Today was bad but...that would have only been worse. That was the last thought on his mind before his eyes closed and he fell over, out for real this time.
As his body toppled into the dust, the curse released Amelia's mind. She blinked, startled, shaking her head quickly as though to shake off the last droplets . . . and stared at what lay before her.
She knew. She remembered.
"Shiki . . . ?" Her response was immediate, and she was in the dust beside him, pawing at his arm. "Shiki . . . !" Her hands shook, clutching his sleeve.
No response. The boy was out like a light and nothing short of...
...anything magical wasn't going to wake him up. Having just received that beating, a mere shaking wasn't going to accomplish anything.
Plainly not. Amelia's fingers darted for the pulse in his neck. Steady. Hands still quivering, the girl gently pulled him closer to her, propping his head into her lap. It was hardly necessary, but . . . too hard to leave him there, just lying in the dirt.
Her teeth ground into her lip as she began Recovery, her hands glowing with pale light.
For the first time in quite some time, she hated the City in earnest.
Rating; PG for fantasy violence, faceplanting, and sitting on boys :O
Characters; Amelia fistsofjustice and Shiki concept_killer
Summary; The curse grabs hold of Amelia and Shiki and drags them off to the stadium, where Amelia proceeds to fight him for a curse-induced cause of Justice. Needless to say, Shiki is not thrilled.
Log;
The stadium ground was bare as she arrived, the wind stirring the loose, powdery dust of the arena. Across the distance, stadium hands closed the large doors leading off into the bowels of the building, blocking the way out for the combatants. The walls rose high around them -- a large fence flanked by rows of jeering fans. Hands on her hips, Amelia stared around the grounds and inhaled a deep breath. Ah, yes, today smelled like Victory.
Until she got dust up her nose. The girl sneezed, sputtering violently, pawing at the offended organ. There must be dignity for the administration of proper Justice!
But was her opponent prepared?
....why was he here again? Shiki didn't recall walking here but that seemed to be a common occurrence in his life. Why was that idiot staring at him like she was going to-
Oh wait, she was going to beat the pulp out of him. He wondered why he always ended up with the violent girls. Ciel, Arcuied, even his sister. They always had something against him. Still, he was very unprepared for this and stood staring blankly at Amelia.
Something was missing from this arrangement. Hm . . . Biting her lip, Amelia's eyes flicked around the arena . . . and there it was.
"Just a minute, I'm not ready!" And darting a few feet away, she clambered upward onto a large pillar. It was a laborious process, done with much grunting and scrambling, and took some time. Take a load off, Shiki; you might be waiting a while.
"There!"
Reaching the top, she struck a pose, jabbing a finger down at him. "You who have turned down the anti-Justice path, be warned; your heinousness has not gone unnoticed! Evildoer, prepare yourself, for Justice will be avenged!!"
The teen scratched his head as he watched Amelia make her lengthy climb. Finally, after her statement, he spoke up.
"Uh, Amelia. What the heck are you talking about? I'm nowhere near being evil. Sure, I may poke fun but you must be a real idiot to think I'd do something evil."
"That's the Evil talking right there!" She nodded firmly. "But don't worry! I'll take you away from Evil's path, no matter what!"
A spell spiraled to life between her hands. "No matter what means!"
He took a step back.
No, two steps back. He raised his arms in a placating gesture. "H-Hey now. You're not actually going to use that on me, are you?"
Why yes. Yes, she was. The spell grew in shape, spiraling into compactness -- a tight ball of wind meant to forcefully blow away anything in front of her. "Bomb di Wind!!"
It flashed outward towards him.
Finding himself whisked up in a blast of air, Shiki could tell that yes, she was being serious. He was still stuck figuring out why he was the evil one...
"AMELIAAAAA!!!"
There was no letting up while the enemy was distracted! Amelia prepared another spell immediately, drawing her arm back as though preparing an invisible bow -- which indeed she might be, considering the arrow of blue energy that formed between her spread hands.
"Freeze Arrow!!"
"...no way! Are you shooting to kill or something?!"
He didn't want to use it but he had to. Especially if he wanted to avoid getting hurt. He pulled his knife out of his pocket and tilted his head so he was looking over his glasses. With a quick spin, his knife traced across 3 lines on the arrow's surface, shattering it. Finally, he hit the ground with a thump.
Hm. This might be a little tougher than she thought.
"You won't escape!" Amelia launched herself into the air from the pillar, prepared to make a heroic landing that would strike fear into the heart of her opponent and equalize the playing field . . .
And instead managed a heroic faceplant.
.....ah. Why didn't he expect anything less? Putting away his knife, he wandered over.
"You okay, Amelia?"
She remained where she was a moment, feet twitching gently in the air. But the tenacity of Amelia was a force to be reckoned with, and even as he got close, she sprang away in a grand flourish of acrobatic leaps and flips.
"You thought you had me, but you didn't at all! Visfarank!" Magical energy channeled downward into her fists, lighting them with enough energy to do damage to a mazoku of her world . . .
She struck a boxing pose, prepared to head in at him.
He was conflicted between trying to convince her otherwise and running. Sure there were a lot of people watching but her fists looked like they'd really hurt. Bad. Option 2 it was.
He backed away, keeping a careful distance between her and him. "You know that's going to hurt me pretty bad, right? So you'll stop?"
She was a pacifist, of course. One had only to ask her to get that emphatic answer. But as did her father, Amelia's pacifism was grounded in the belief that in order to achieve the highly-desired peace that her kingdom sought, one had to be prepared to enact any means necessary. If that meant violence in the name of love, so be it. Meanwhile, the curse sang in her veins, surging through her blood. She barely heard him. "I will win!"
And she charged forward at him, aiming a jab towards his stomach.
If anyone was the king of near misses, it would have to be Shiki. He had to get hit sometime but he wanted to keep himself from being hurt. Then he could just force himself to faint and it would be over, right?
Nonetheless, Shiki followed her punch and skidded back just enough to feel the crackle against his clothes. "Will you stop this, you moron!!"
Unfortunately name-calling only made the situation worse -- and increased her attack energy. "I'm not!" The flurry of punches came faster now -- towards stomach, head, shoulders, jaw . . . With each strike, the energy in her fists would decrease, but if he did manage to get hit, it would deal quite a bit of pain.
Hahaha, his face! Shiki couldn't help but laugh inside his head. Laugh at the pitiful situation he was in. He dodged just out of range of the attacks but the one coming for his face...
Against his own will, he brought up his left arm to guard against that punch.
She blinked, surprised that he'd actually attempted to block one -- or perhaps that he'd actually managed rather than just dodging. Her other hand flashed back around, once again aiming for his gut.
This was it! Yeah, that last hit hurt pretty bad but if it's for the greater good...
He hardened up the muscles on his stomach and took this blow for the sake of surviving. Before the hit even landed, he could feel the pain but that was, of course, his imagination.
She hadn't been expecting that . . . Her eyes widened as her fist met hard flesh, her gaze darting up briefly to him, grazing across his . . . And then she yanked away, panting, the Visfarank spell going out. What was her next best tactic?
"So you've actually started to fight me." A smirk emerged that was strange on her face. "I always knew you were holding back."
Shit. She had him figured out. Well, it wouldn't hurt to continue play acting. He huffed out the air in his lungs and fell over. Closing his eyes, he played dead.
Blink. Blink blink. Well, that rather took the wind out of the sails, didn't it? Amelia stared, shoulders drooping, trying to determine what to do with this new situation.
Shiki carefully held his breath. Not moving an inch or making a noise, he slowly attempted to drop himself into fainting. Or maybe Amelia would back off and there wouldn't be a problem. He fervently hoped for the second one.
Was he *really* out? She hadn't hit him that hard -- particularly not when her fist had bounced off his abdomen like that.
There was only one way to test. Straddling him, she flopped down on his stomach.
...that girl. He was willing to bet that she lived to torment him. Of course he was going to react to that! He jerked up and shoved her shoulders.
"What the heck are you doing now?" He frantically tried to slide away, not wanting to be caught like that again.
"Ah ha!" She jabbed another finger towards him. "You're not dead!"
"Of course I'm not, you closet pervert! I just wanted to stop fighting!" He kept pushing himself back, not wanting to get hit again.
Stare. "What did you call me?!"
"Who in their right mind would sit on someone else! What am I supposed to call you?"
She wasn't Lina. Lina would have flown off the handle immediately and fried him to a crisp. Amelia, meanwhile, looked stricken. "How could you??"
The fireball built quickly between her hands, preparing itself . . . That was right. Guilt first, and then fry him to a crisp.
Shiki did know the one weakness of spellcasters, if spellcasters form Amelia's world followed the normal rules. But it was time to play serious.
Leaping forward, he lifted his leg up with a sidekick, hoping to disrupt her spell.
It did work -- and drove in the point that he was fighting in earnest now. She would have to be quick. Thrust aside by the kick, she whirled on him. The next spell was fast, requiring next to no effort. "Levitation!"
She darted upward into the air, hopefully out of his reach to prepare the next spell.
The teen let her go. Better that she was further away. Besides, he had his own ranged attacks. He bent over on the dusty ground and picked up a couple rocks.
He wouldn't have to wait long for hers. Drawing back her arm again, another arrow of energy flickered into being -- red this time, and pulsing with restless energy . . . not to mention the fact that two more sprouted from the original. "Flare Arrow!"
The arrows were fire this time instead of ice, prepared to explode with flame upon impact.
"No way!!"
Shiki himself took off at a sprint. He muttered under his breath. "I'm gonna die here. I can't die here..."
The arrows flashed outward, impacting the ground around him, throwing dust and bits of rock into the air.
And beyond that, Amelia's triumphant cry, "You can't run from Justice!"
After he had safely gotten out of the way, he turned back around and shook his fist at her.
"Justice? You call this justice?! This is completely unfair! Why don't you fight me like a real person!?"
"This *is* like a real person!" She poked her tongue out at him in response. "Did you give up on fighting me back? Obviously you can't manage it, ohohoho!!"
"No it isn't! You don't see me casting any spells back! The strong pick on the weak. If that's justice, I don't want any part of it!"
"You already picked on me!" Her mouth tightened. The next spell she'd make sure he couldn't escape. He'd insulted her and he'd insulted Justice . . . he couldn't be forgiven. "Flare Bit!"
Dozens of balls of light flooded towards Shiki . . . with contact, each one would be like a punch. As a side effect, however, they would create a great deal of smoke . . .
Covering his face, Shiki was forced to take it like a man. The fireballs pelted him hard and damn, it hurt badly. Dropping to his knees, he didn't know if he could stand another attack like that.
He would have no time to find out. Amelia plunged abruptly into the smoke with him, hand snaking out to touch his skin, crying out one last spell. "Mono Volt!"
Not knowing a thing about the spell, Shiki took it on his left arm again. The shock flowed through his body and flipped a couple synapses. His weakened body couldn't quite handle the jolt and it was like his mind switched off, not able to handle the pressure. Before he went out, he suppressed that killing instinct to make sure he didn't wake back up and get revenge. Today was bad but...that would have only been worse. That was the last thought on his mind before his eyes closed and he fell over, out for real this time.
As his body toppled into the dust, the curse released Amelia's mind. She blinked, startled, shaking her head quickly as though to shake off the last droplets . . . and stared at what lay before her.
She knew. She remembered.
"Shiki . . . ?" Her response was immediate, and she was in the dust beside him, pawing at his arm. "Shiki . . . !" Her hands shook, clutching his sleeve.
No response. The boy was out like a light and nothing short of...
...anything magical wasn't going to wake him up. Having just received that beating, a mere shaking wasn't going to accomplish anything.
Plainly not. Amelia's fingers darted for the pulse in his neck. Steady. Hands still quivering, the girl gently pulled him closer to her, propping his head into her lap. It was hardly necessary, but . . . too hard to leave him there, just lying in the dirt.
Her teeth ground into her lip as she began Recovery, her hands glowing with pale light.
For the first time in quite some time, she hated the City in earnest.