001 [action]

[hymnomancy]

Who: Adele Nevanlinna and dissideo (open)
When: Friday afternoon
Where: God of War's Lair, Tiffauges Castle (neutral zone)
What: Adele takes a walk to calm her nerves, only to run into a mirror mannequin.
Type: Action, log, whichever works
Notes/Warnings: To be announced.

Comments

[wrongend]

[Zelos has been out thinking, too. It was nice to find a place big enough to get lost in, especially with Chaos out for both his blood and his loyalty, however that works.

But getting lost took second place on his list of priorities to coming to the rescue of a hunny in need. This hunny especially--Zelos recognized her voice.

So now he's dashing into the fray (of two people, and neither are really fighting too hard, but whatever), drawing his dagger despite how thoroughly he loathes it, and sliding to a hasty stop in between the two, much closer to the girl than-...

He's narrowing his eyes at her assailant, an obnoxiously accurate replica of himself, but entirely pink. And that much pink is... almost nauseating.]

Hey, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but you picked the wrong hunny to mess with this time.

[hymnomancy]

[ The blur of red and pink makes her blink, and she lets out a "huh?" once she takes in the back of the person between herself and the mannequin. Odd, he looks exactly like the thing she just hit. Maybe it's the same and they split in two? Is that even possible?

Whatever path her train of thought would've taken is abruptly changed when he speaks. His words were all right, at first, until the very end. ]

Hunny?

[ But the mannequin isn't one for conversation. Ignoring the words directed at it, it lunges again. ]

[wrongend]

[Hah--of everything, that's what she questions?

So he's maybe grinning a little when he glances over his shoulder to offer:] It's a good thing, don't worry. [Aaand the clone-tard attacked while he wasn't looking. Good thing he's got angel reflexes, because he's one lightning-fast lift of his dagger away from getting a knife in the heart. Instead, he bats it aside with his own weapon, lifting a foot to plant it firmly into the mannequin's gut. The mannequin staggers backwards a few steps, apparently winded.

And now a pair of fiery-orange wings, translucent but very bright, are appearing on Zelos's back, and a similar-colored ball of fire's forming in his free hand.]

Trust me, man, you really do want to run from this one.

[hymnomancy]

Uh . . .

[ She doesn't have the chance to respond properly. When the mannequin attacks and Zelos retaliates, Adele takes a step back on instinct. The latter is so fast with the dagger, she finds herself hardly able to keep up -- if at all -- with the movements. He knows what he's doing, and she's aware of that.

Then the wings appear, and she audibly gasps this time. Magic, she's used to. The wings, not so much. ]

That's -- !

[ It seems this is a momentous occasion where she's doomed to be interrupted on a regular basis, because the mannequin is persistent and returns. How irritating. ]