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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"Lucy!" Lata called. She seemed quite sad. "Are you okay?"

(Lmao, oh lord.)

Lucy tensed at the voice, straightening her posture slightly. “The runes wouldn’t help against humans. There were men at the cabin. I don’t know what they wanted,” she explained softly, rubbing at her slightly aching forearm. The man who had grabbed onto her had a surprisingly strong grip. Then again, she did have a bit more of a fragile frame.

Sam felt himself grow angry. "Those imbeciles may have been with the witch who summoned me. I'll burn them to the ground," he hissed, already turning to go look for the men

Lucy quickly got to her feet, looking at him nervously. “I’m coming too,” she said quickly, shifting the strap onto her shoulder.

Lata noticed Lucy rubbing at her arm.
"I had a feeling I might need this," she mumbled.
"Drink this. It's a mix of herbs to dull the pain," she instructed, handing the small vial to Lucy.

"No, you aren't going anywhere. I'm going to torch whoever attempted to harm someone innocent and mount their burnt corpses to a metal pedestal," he said to Lucy, molten metal starting to drip from his hands

Lucy took the vial from Lata greatfully, giving a quick ‘thank you’ before drinking the mixture quickly. “What if you get hurt? I’m coming with you,” she responded, doing her best to match his stubbornness.

"And you may need a disguise or distraction, so I'm coming too. Plus the fact hat Orion isn't home."

"No! You mortals can stay here while I go kill whoever was responsible for the attack!" In his anger, he managed to get enough of his powers to work to form a large black broadsword covered in red-orange runes. He hefted it over his shoulders. "Stay," he hissed

"Stubborn…" Lata mumbled. She wanted to help. She may be mortal, but so were the men that Sam was after. Before meeting Orion, she had survived many years without anyone's help. It made her angry that she couldn't do anything, but also made her upset.

Lucy glared sharply, her jaw clenched tightly. She ran a hand over her face, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. She exhaled slowly, the tension leaving her body. “Fine,” She responded calmly.

Lata made a point of glaring at him before sitting down in the grass by the river.

Lucy frowned softly, but sat next to Lata, moving the satchel onto her lap. She slipped her hood off and brushed back her hair using her fingers. “Thank you for offering to help,” she said to Lata, giving her a forced, warm smile.

Lata looked up at Lucy with a blank stare. She gave no response. It was quite obvious how forced the smile was.

(I was really tempted to type: While Lucy wasn't looking, Lata flipped off Samandriel before he left
But nahhhh, that's not nice.)

Lucy exhaled sharply and looked away, wanting to change the subject. “I’m working on a fun new spell, do you want to help me?” She asked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

(I was really tempted to type: While Lucy wasn't looking, Lata flipped off Samandriel before he left
But nahhhh, that's not nice.)

(Lmaoooo.)

"Yeah, sure," she replied, still kind of pissed.

Lucy dug out the spell book from her satchel and found the right page. “Here we go, ready? It’ll be fun,” she said.

Lata nodded, interested in the new magic. It would be a new experience. (Gtg eat)

(sorry for vanishing I was getting food lol) Sam stomped back to Lucy's cabin, not caring that he was doing a fantastic job of making it easy for anyone to follow his trail. When he got to the property, he saw two men trying to scratch out the runes on the trees around the building. They had managed to ruin most, except for a few they hadn't gotten to and the one he had burned into the tree. He didn't even ask them what they were doing. He gutted them in a frankly unnecessary display of power, flames spewing high into the air as he cut them in half. Still angry, he put his sword away and made his way back to the others

(Okay.)

“Alright, hopefully I can do this. Weight is difficult. Supernatet,” she said, and flicked her fingers upward. With a small gust of force, Lata is lifted about a foot and a half into the air.

Sam finally got back to the others, and frowned at Lata. He couldn't tell if she was floating or if it was his bad eyesight, and resolved to just not care. He sat down near them. "The men are dead. Whoever controls them will find them burning sooner or later."

Lucy tilted her fingers a tad, lowering Lata slightly so she didn’t use as much of her energy. Her smile faltered and went away when she looked back at Sam. “Did you get anything out of them? What they came for?” She asked, not wanting to admit a very possible reason to herself- that they may have come simply to kill her. Around the time of the Salem Witch Trials, the people who turned the women in would usually earn a sum of money. Could it have been something like an older fashioned witch hunt? It made her cold with fear even at the possibility.

"More than likely bounty hunters. I was angry and didn't care to ask questions," he grumbled, fiddling with one of his rings absently