Marge didn't turn around, but she answered Aza's question. "Actually, dear, I'm a Light Elf, like my son should have been. Elm rolled his eyes and flipped her off when she wasn't looking. "Hey!" The man on the couch yelled. "I'll be having none of that Elmsworth!" Elm cringed and lowered his hand quickly. "Sorry, father." The man stood up and walked over, with a glint of fire in his eyes. He was older, but he looked fit. "Hello, I'm Pinecrest." He extended his hand to Aza.
Meanwhile, a loud clatter came from the next room and the sound of a girl screaming in frustration. "GOD DAMN THIS STUPID CRAP!" Pinecrest turned and yelled "Selene, manners! I will have no violence in this house-hold!" He turned back to Aza. "Apologies. She's frustrated."
“If by just yet means I can kill him later, then sure” Carlsen (the figure) replies with a grin.
Adara rolled her eyes. "You can kill him after. I just need to give him some painful burns first."
(Hello~)
Carlsen threw the king to the ground, kicking him once and stepped on his head. “Then quickly do it, I can’t wait to stick his smiling head on my cabin’s wall” Carlsen threatened as he [disgustingly] licked the poisonous knife whilst giving the king a psychopathic stare.
(Hey)
Adara snorted. "Patience. You both act like small children." She bent down and smiled sweetly at the king before dragging her still-burning finger down his cheek.
Aisen stood up and slowly walked towards them. When he arrived, he smacked Carlsen’s head. “God damn you…can’t you be a little quicker?” “Well, I tried. The dimensions kinda messed up a little so…”
The king screamed. "Oh," Adara said with a mock frown. "I should probably tone down the heat of my fire."
The brothers pathetically looked down at the king. “How about we increase the heat instead…?” The brothers said the same thing at the same time as they both summon cursed flames on their hands, just with different colors.
(Aisen’s is blue, Carlsen’s is gold)
Adara grinned, her light blue fire burning hotter. She could hear screams and smirked. The king was panting. "It's okay," she said, patting him on the shoulder. "You'll be okay."
(Her hand is still on fire btw)
“Well since we’re at it…” Aisen looked at Carlsen. “…should we…?” Carlsen questioned him back. “Yeah, sure” Aisen held his hand straight to the king’s face as Carlsen does the same. They both slowly increase the temperature on their hands to torture the king steadily.
Adara watched, leaning against the burning wall. She didn't care to show it, but she was exhausted.
Aisen and Carlsen looked at her. “You’re not gonna join the fun?” Aisen asked as Carlsen continued to increase the heat. Hearing the king scream in pain entertains the two.
Adara shook her head. "I had my fun. Now it's your turn." She could feel her energy draining, but she pretended to be fine.
Aisen’s face was still horrifyingly messed up. “Do you mind if I slice off his throat now?” Carlsen asked Adara while holding on to his knife.
She shrugged. "Go ahead." Her face, already pale, was draining of color. She sat down on the ground, better to conserve energy, and watched.
Aisen walked away, knowing his brother could be terrifying while doing that. He sat down next to Adara and noticed her pale colors. He summoned some flame phantoms to lend her their heat energy.
On the other hand, Carlsen fidgeted with his knife whilst kneeling down and grabbing the king by his hair. He smiled at him first before piercing his knife through his throat. Grabbing the knife, he ran the knife following the king’s spinal cord in a circle. After making a roundabout around his neck, Carlsen twisted the knife ultimately breaking the king’s upper spine from the rest of it. Carlsen then held up the cut out neck with knife at hand, skinning his neck to where only the upper spine and his head remains. He then casually walked towards the other two, sitting by the wall with the king’s head in hand.
Aisen and Carlsen just noticed that their pocket watches were flashing like hell. They looked at each other then at Adara. “Well, uh, we might need to go now. Our comrades are calling” Aisen said as Carlsen opened a portal. “If you don’t mind, say I say Hi and Goodbye to the Elven dude” he said before stepping through the portal. Adara got a glance of what’s inside the portal…a maze? Or perhaps…a labyrinth? Aisen and Carlsen waved her goodbye as they walked through the portal. “We’ll come back once in a while, I promise” Aisen claimed. A yelling voice can be heard before the portal closed.
Marge didn't turn around, but she answered Aza's question. "Actually, dear, I'm a Light Elf, like my son should have been. Elm rolled his eyes and flipped her off when she wasn't looking. "Hey!" The man on the couch yelled. "I'll be having none of that Elmsworth!" Elm cringed and lowered his hand quickly. "Sorry, father." The man stood up and walked over, with a glint of fire in his eyes. He was older, but he looked fit. "Hello, I'm Pinecrest." He extended his hand to Aza.
Meanwhile, a loud clatter came from the next room and the sound of a girl screaming in frustration. "GOD DAMN THIS STUPID CRAP!" Pinecrest turned and yelled "Selene, manners! I will have no violence in this house-hold!" He turned back to Aza. "Apologies. She's frustrated."
"I'm frustrated too. What's your problem with Elm?" Aza frowned.
Elm widened his eyes at Aza's question and smiled. "Quite frankly, it's a long story. He practically was the biggest disappointment that was ever born." Pinecrest responded, unfazed. "He was the cause of death to our first son and he left our home, leaving my daughter brotherless. And for what? To learn magic? Why, he's so weak he can barely cast a healing spell. He thought he could be like his great grandfather, a great healer. There's a reason we cut Elmsworth off from our family. He's no son of mine, and I won't tolerate him. As long as you're here, Elmsworth, stay out of my sight." Pinecrest says, and goes back to reading on the couch. Elm's smile is wiped off his face and replaced with a frown. "Whatever, old man." Elm mutters.
A girl younger than Elm and Aza by a few years emerges from the next room, glowering. Silvery blonde hair flows down her shoulders. She wears a red jacket over black shirt. "Father, my stupid-" She freezes when she sees Elm and Aza standing in the kitchen.
"Oh. My. Gosh. ELM!" She yells and tackles Elm in a hug. "And a pretty girl! She's out of your league, brother." Elm scowls. "Pfft, be quiet." Elm replies, swiping his dark hair back. "Hey, I'm Selene, aka Elm's cooler sibling."
(i dunno about Selene, she's a character I've been working on?)
Aisen and Carlsen just noticed that their pocket watches were flashing like hell. They looked at each other then at Adara. “Well, uh, we might need to go now. Our comrades are calling” Aisen said as Carlsen opened a portal. “If you don’t mind, say I say Hi and Goodbye to the Elven dude” he said before stepping through the portal. Adara got a glance of what’s inside the portal…a maze? Or perhaps…a labyrinth? Aisen and Carlsen waved her goodbye as they walked through the portal. “We’ll come back once in a while, I promise” Aisen claimed. A yelling voice can be heard before the portal closed.
(Well, now I want to do Adara in the Soul Labyrinth just because lol)
(Whatever suits you @TheElemental XD)
(i dunno about Selene, she's a character I've been working on?)
(She’s adorable…just sayin’)
(And then bad things happen and the whole thing explodes because Adara lost her temper again. XD)
