open post (january 2020)

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i could be your perfect disaster As usual, here's a brand-new open post for all of you to post characters, mingle, and tag each other! Seriously, post whatever you want. Empty toplevels? Open starters? Starters closed to specific people? It's all good — just enjoy! And as always, tag out and have fun!

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[crystalbetrayed]

[ She dissipates the blades that miss him, drawing on her internal aether to prepare Jolt, until he speaks. Hen stops, rapier still raised with her foci aloft. So this was the route he was going to go? ]

Aye, one just might.

[ Her foci attaches to the hilt of her rapier, preparing the cast for the Jolt she abandoned. She has no illusions of what she is, Hydaelyn's favored weapon. ]

Better an honest monster than one who's the nerve to still think themselves pure!

[ No sooner do the words leave her, the air alights with vermilion aether, her spell cast finishing. ]

[valhourdin]

[ He would be a fool not to draw upon the holy powers gifted to him, knowing full well that even that may fail to match the force he faces. One by one, they had no choice but to retreat, his brothers instructed to detain the trespassers slaughtering their way through the Vault's hallowed halls. Each counts among Ishgard's finest warriors, and yet, their formidable strength enhanced was not enough.

As the Warrior of Light strikes anew, Zephirin gives himself over to the blessing bearing him to heights far beyond a mortal vessel's limits. It surges through him, thrumming in his veins, its cleansing radiance his shield. He was remade whole, and his faith stronger and purer for it, impervious to an unbeliever's assault.

Still, though the honest monster has not yet drawn blood to quench her misguided thirst for retribution, her spell grazing Zephirin's altered armor, it means nothing. Left to breathe, she remains a threat.

Zephirin lunges at the Warrior, swinging his sword in an arc to split her open from end to end, but in truth, he intends to leap past, to lead her where her allies cannot find her — and where he might sustain his transformation. For now, it has served its purpose. ]

[crystalbetrayed]

[ Her eyes widen as she witnesses the transformation. As much as she's seen it before, it's terrifying each time; this one is no different. This time however, all she can see is the bright orange sky of sunset, the blinding light as red stains the stone.

Her honed instincts bring her back to the battle at hand, managing to twist away from the arc to prevent most of the damage. But Zephirin's sword still breaches the leather of her armor and slices through skin. A cry leaves her throat as she's sent flying.

Her eyes refocus to see him running past and Hen snarls, slowly making her way to stand. Vercure burns bright in her palm as she presses it against her side. Enough healing to ensure the cut closes, she's not the time for anything else. Grabbing hold of her rapier once more, Hen follows. ]

YOU SWIVING COWARD!

[ Dualcast still up, she can call down Verthunder, the ozone in the air almost choking as she charges forward. ]

Face me like a true knight!