forum A Sort-of Lion, A few Witches, A Not-Quite Closet(malfunction). Stalkers wanted.

Started April 04, 2018 by @Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired

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He waved back, finding somewhere warm to curl up. His back still hurt and his hand would sting for a little while, but he chose to ignore it

Looking up, Lata noticed Sam's injuries.
"What happened to you?" she asked, voice full of concern

(oh should something happen so all our characters can meet up? like maybe there's a witch hunt or something?)

(Sure, I mean we could use the “destroyed sigil” thing to go along with that prompt. I really was unsure of where to go with that before, honestly.)

(yeah we could do something with that) Sam rolled his eyes at Lata. "I fixed someone's spell, and then a storm kept me from healing myself. I'm fine." He turned, exposing a half-fixed crack in his neck without meaning to

Pointing at the crack in his neck, she replied, "that… does not look fine to me."

Sam groaned. "Ugh. It's a side effect of essentially being made of molten metal. I got caught in the rain. Rain cools metal."

Lucy exhaled and stepped away from the door, making her way to the stairs. There was a rattling noise, and she jerked to a stop next to the stairs. She could faintly pick out an aura or two, and she frowned. She slowly and silently made her way up the stairs, holding back a gasp when she heard a loud crash. She peaked from the basement, sensing auras in the next room over. Her breath caught in her throat, and her gaze shifted to her satchel, the spellbook next to it. She slowly crept over to the items and collected them in her satchel. She heard a noise nearby and jumped up, bolting out the door.

But she found herself running into something head on, and a taller man was standing there. He grabbed her forearm in a tight grip, sneering. “Let go of me! Abite!” She said sharply, and the man was thrown sharply a few meters away. There was a shout from behind her as the man groaned in pain, as she sprinted away, not following the trail this time.

Sam's head whipped around, accidentally irritating the crack in his neck. "Something's wrong. Over by the other cabin."

Lucy stumbled through darker woods, her mind clouded by panic. She eventually found herself by the end of an old, gravel road. She sank to her knees from the exhaustion of sprinting and hugged herself tightly, squeezing her eyes shut. She couldn’t place what she was feeling. There was a mix of panic, confusion, and upset in her mind. Who were those people? How did they find her?

Closing the book, Lata stood up. She gave a look to Sam, assuming he would be going to see what was going on as well. She then, opened the door and ran towards Lucy's willow tree.

Sam ran after her, small spots on his skin cracking in the after-rain cold. "Wait! You're unarmed! And you don't know where you're going!"

Lucy had no clue where to go. She would be completely out in the open at the willow, and she obviously couldn’t go back to her cabin. She thought about all of the important things she left there. She had her spell book, but not many ingredients for helpful spells. She dragged to her feet, tugging her dark cloak over her cold arms.

"Who said anything about being unarmed?" she called back at Samandriel, sparks beginning to glow at her fingertips.

"Well I'm better armed than you! At least let me go in front of you!" Sam's palms glowed white hot, and black blades of metal appeared from the bases of his palms. "I think it's Lucy, she should be over here somewhere!" he said, pointing in the vague direction of her cabin

Lucy slipped her hood up and crossed the road toward the other patch of woods. After walking for a few minutes, she had no idea where she was. She had never seen this area of the woods before. She heard the sound of rushing water and walked toward it, now by the edge of a river.

Lata rolled her eyes, but let him go ahead anyways.

He turned sharply, away from the cabin. He had heard Lucy near water, which wasn't the best for him but chose to ignore it. He stomped through the brush, plants burning and sizzling in his wake

(Yeah, who?)

Lucy sat down on a large, stone slab. She kept the strap to her satchel around her waist for cautiousness. She hugged her knees loosely, exhaling in an exhausted manner and leaning her head against her knees.

Lata stepped carefully, trying not to step on the nearly burning plants.

(well Sam is pan so I guess that could work lol) Sam finally got to the running water, and found Lucy sitting there. "Hey! What happened? I believe that rune should have held longer than an hour or two!"