Odin's Spear
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[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"]  [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]Fun—that was how he would describe it. The nature of her powers provided her with an advantage in any game that required her to look for something or someone, but it was a lot more entertaining if the other person did not know about the ability. In fact, if she had to explain how it worked to another unrelated person, it would be a difficult task. The magic type was ambiguous as it was convoluted, but at the end of the day, it was still a feat that focused on supernatural vision. Seeking was her bread and butter.
So was messing with people, in fact.
After studying the place she stared at for a few moments, the Godfather turned back around as though she intended to abandon that area. Subsequently, she disappeared as though she never existed. It did not stem from her using spatial magic, nor did she literally become invisible. All she did was move during a closed of span of time only she could move in—that is, one of her “visions”.
While it might have looked like she reappeared behind that particular spot, her magic lacked any form of space ripping, portals, or anything of that nature. However, it was difficult to decipher how it worked from an onlooker’s point of view. When Anniken reappeared, she was holding her weapon, Gungnir. Remodelled in her image, the spearhead was stylized as a chainsaw blade.
One hand securing a crate of eggs, the other holding a horrific weapon, she channeled her magic into it and held it above the spot the saw the blonde lurking. Just above her, to hopefully daunt her to hilarious extents. The mechanical whiz of the chainsaw blade’s teeth and belt tore through the atmosphere loudly, while her gaze remained as icy as the Stalagmite Wastes.
Regardless of the woman’s reaction, she would laugh hysterically to herself in the aftermath, hoist the weapon inoffensively onto her shoulder, and offer a delayed—
“Peek-a-booh.”
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Bombs Away [social | open]
Sept 5, 2019 11:50:11 GMT
Tag and hide-n-seek had one important thing in common. The roles of the hunter and the hunted weren’t set in stone. No, they were swapped between the players every so often. And sometimes... spontaneously. Kin’s heartbeat quickened when the seeker simply vanished. She tried to listen carefully over the thunderous thumping in her ears. An icy shiver crawled down her spine, painting her skin pale as snow. She knew the feeling of being watched all too well. Such a chilling sensation. The roar of the mechanical monster sent the trickster scampering backwards, sending hay flying, until she hit a wall. Nowhere to run. Her heartbeat felt deafening as she gave the terrifying woman a wide-eyed stare. “Eep.” A mouse under the eyes of a wolf. However, when the hunter burst out laughing, the prey blinked blankly. Soon, a small smile found its way onto her lips as well. ...Okay, it was actually pretty funny. The laughter was contagious. A chiming giggle turned the solo into a duet. As the adrenaline rush subsided, Kin sighed softly. “Hee, you caught me~” Trying to pretend her legs totally weren’t still shaking a little, she crawled back into the hay. She had, hm, dropped her devious mask and needed a moment to find it again. ...Plus it was kinda fun to just roll around in the soft pile. A.J. Godfrey
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Odin's Spear
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It seemed they had a good sense of humour, too! The woman liked that, even though outraged reactions were priceless too. Granted, she would probably be laughing regardless of the target audience’s reception—but it was a bit more fun this way, too. Maybe she was more of a hyena than she was a wolf. Which made sense, because she…
Grounding her thoughts back to reality, she watched while her partner in crime rolled around in the hay. As whimsical as she was, she currently lacked any intention to participate in that; she felt like she would get strands of unpleasant things stuck in her clothes and be itchy for the remainder of the day.
”Not just that, but brought the ammo, too. Guess this is the spot you were talkin’ about earlier?”
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Fun washed the shivers away. The trickster flopped onto her back, stretching on the bed of hay. The reveal of the ammo was met with quick nod. “Bingo~!” This was one of her favorite places in the whole dusty village for several reasons. Her so-called guild master never bothered to come up here for one. Suddenly the prankster burrowed into the hay again. The shifting pile went all the way to the back wall of the barn. She pressed her hands against the wooden planks, opening a small hatch. Built for simply dumping hay, it was barely big enough for one grown adult to go through. Still, the view was good. Down below, animals and people walked around blissfully unaware... Kin motioned Anniken closer. She pointed towards a lonely farmhand feeding chickens and slipped a conspiratorial whisper into her ear. “Okay, check this out...” Snatching an egg, she lobbed it in a looong arc towards the lazily strutting boy. It came down right on his head, splattering messily against his scruffy hair. After a brief pause, he turned towards a nearby home and hollered. “Ma, get the basket! It’s rainin’ eggs again!”Meanwhile, Kin was squirming with stifled laughter. It tickled her to the very core, threatening to compromise the stealthy sniping position. Oh, playing with these hayseeds was just so much fun! Managing to calm down a little, she turned to her friend and aimed a playful poke at her. “Okay, your turn~” A.J. Godfrey
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Odin's Spear
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@sol
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odin's eye
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[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]The way the woman went about navigating this place made Anniken feel like she might have been there before. Either that, or she was familiar with barns. After all, she seemed to have knowledge about the ins and outs of the facility they lurked within. Looking through the hatch she opened, she let out a subdued laugh. Had they started with this one, they might have gone unnoticed initially for a longer period. Either way, she was content with this sniping position. She doubted they were going to receive return fire; therefore, usual sniping rules need not apply.
When told to check it out, she checked it out. Anniken observed while the blonde fetched another egg, and threw it at one of the hopeless people below. It was probably a colossal waste of food, but since it did not comprise the food belonging to the settlement, she oversaw she remained indifferent. In fact, watching the spherical unhatched hen bomb soar through the air and collide with the untamed mop on top of the boy’s head resulted in her chuckling quietly into her enclosed hand.
This would have been even more hilarious if she could have convinced another person she knew to participate, but she slumbered and bore no interest in these deeds.
”Little fella called for some back-up, I ought to target the reinforcements,” she said, picking up more ammunition. And that was precisely what she did. Once the mother emerged from wherever, she would hurl the egg straight into her face. Should she not reveal herself, Anniken would settle for throwing the egg with precision into the back of the boy’s head to leave him even more distraught.
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Meanwhile, the aforementioned Ma stepped out of the home with tired look on her wrinkled face. She had just started a spiel about how, for the hundredth time, eggs did not -splat-. Another bullseye painted the old woman’s face with yolk. It left her stunned and blinking. Her son muttered something about having told her so. Kin snickered and offered Anniken encouraging pats. “Nyeh hee, nice shot~” She approved of how her fellow sniper picked the targets. Old-timers were all grumpy, stubborn and so infuriatingly self-righteous. All the traits she hated combined into a wrinkly package. Bleh. Made them perfect prank targets though. Grabbing one more egg, the trickster eyed the targets. Maybe the fumbling farmhand? Or the cranky granny? No and no... She had a different target in mind... Slowly she raised the egg, as if taking aim. “Watch this...” She pointed into the distance, at nothing specific. It was only a distraction after all. Suddenly Kin’s smile sharpened. In a swift motion she brought the egg down, aiming to splatter it right between the wolfish woman’s pointy ears. Yes, the best target was the one with the fanciest clothes! Payback! A.J. Godfrey
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Odin's Spear
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@sol
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469
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Solace
Magic
odin's eye
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Hey, sis! You know that thing you can do with your magic, but I can’t do ‘cause it ain’t my magic? Do me a real solid, won’t ya? Just for a second?
…This is such a waste of time and food. But I guess I see your point. I mean, I’m not humourless, but why’d you even bother?
A conversation in her mind between two separate consciousnesses residing within the same body. The woman showed no signs of insight towards Kin’s ulterior motive, feigning ignorance while her eyes focused on the distance.
As Kin brought her hand down, the egg would seem to fling right out of her hand before impact would have happened. Like it suddenly had a mind of its own, it would fly… its destination? Under Kin’s shirt. She chose not to stop her hand however, feeling it on top of her head once again. Playing oblivious to her own exploits, she turned to glance at Kin in her peripheral.
”Huh—I mean, I know they’re pretty cool and all, but you really seem into these ears. Something wrong?”
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Bombs Away [social | open]
Sept 8, 2019 10:51:29 GMT
Instead of a satisfying splatter, the prankster got something much stranger. The egg slipped her grasp and right down her cleavage. She tensed, careful not to move an inch until it stopped within the folds of her clothes. Phew, didn’t break at least...
But fishing it out would be a pain...
When the target voiced her question, the trickster gave her an innocent smile. “Oh, nothing at all~” She backed up the lie by gleefully fluffing the ears. “They’re just so fluffy I couldn’t help myself~” The best lies had a seed of truth after all.
However, behind the smile the imaginary gears turned. Kin sensed secrets. She withdrew her hand and ever so carefully slipped under her jumpsuit. Hngh, come on... There! She pulled out the first piece of evidence, now cracked. Ew, she had yolk in unmentionable places. Still... Eggs didn’t fly on their own, not without someone magical interfering.
Tossing the evidence out the hatch, the playful woman mused quietly. “The ears aren’t the only cool part about you...” She brought a hand to her lips and fell silent, pretending it was simply a slip of the tongue. Compliments were the key to fishing for secrets.
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Odin's Spear
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@sol
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469
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Magic
odin's eye
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Bombs Away [social | open]
Sept 8, 2019 23:44:20 GMT
[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]”Oh, I see. Well, help yourself,” she replied, subduing a dry laugh under her breath. It might have been easier for her to believe had she not witnessed the event first-hand, but where was the fun in revealing that? Feigning ignorance had its benefits, because it loosened tongues. If the person believed they were speaking to a fool, their guard tended to drop—and this person with her phantasmal feats, would it not be interesting to become privier to her external doings? Maybe she was lazy, but she knew a lucrative opportunity when she saw one.
Ultimately, she tilted her head to the side, pondering the blonde woman’s next words. She wondered how she should handle this—really, she didn’t have many thoughts on the matter. Anniken asked her for a favour, and she decided to do it because she owed her many of them. Probably because her magic was better suited for egg launching than hers, should they continue with that mischief. Even if she thought it was a colossal waste of food.
”Me—? Are you talking about the red and black hair, or about the tail? If you mean the latter, sorry, I’m not really the wagging type.” Now, she was a bit curious if she would take the bait and reveal more of her intentions here. Groomed to be a mafia don, her mother raised her wisely.
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Bombs Away [social | open]
Sept 9, 2019 11:34:57 GMT
Kin giggled at the joke, returning a teasing jab of her own. “Oh, you say that, but I bet I could make your tail wag~” She ran her fingers through the wolfish woman’s hair. Slowly. Gently... Seeking a weak spot. What if she... scratched here, hm?
Some compared spying to chess. Every move had to be carefully considered, or it might end up costing more than it gained. ...In Kin’s opinion, some people were total dummies. Spying was a dance. Twirling steps taken around the target, meant to mesmerize and mystify. Far more fun than any boring board game.
Continuing the gentle, disarming motions, the devious snoop slyly offered the next bait. “You have beautiful eyes, you know...” She leaned close, focusing her golden stare on the target. “I feel like you could gaze right into my soul...” Pffft, yeah right. Oh well, baits were supposed to sound nice. Not believable.
Kin paid close attention to the mysterious woman’s reaction. She was set on taking the lead in this dance, snooping around for evidence to back up her hunch. Back on the rooftops, she thought she had caught a glimpse of something... interesting.
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Bombs Away [social | open]
Sept 9, 2019 13:30:21 GMT
[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]Upon hearing her words about seeing into her soul, the Godfather smirked. Normally, she would have been a lot less assertive, but she did try to rob her, and try to splatter and egg over her head. Those events did not come to be, but the fact of the matter was she still tried them—if she did not smell the stench of an ulterior motive even without her powerful eyes, then she was not deserving of her title.
”Mmm, gold—just like yours; yours are pretty, too,” she started, eyes elongating slightly as the wolf kept her attention fixed on her. There were a lot of things happening, such as her change in demeanour and mannerisms, that Kin may not have been entirely privy to the reason for. She wondered about her ability to catch on, and how what exactly she intended to do with it. That would be an interesting scry indeed.
”Gaze into your soul? Huh. Do you believe in that tarot and fortune telling crap or something?” the woman asked in response to her statement, lips still curled into a sly smile. Throughout Kin’s response, should she have one, Anniken would keep her under close scrutiny.
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Bombs Away [social | open]
Sept 10, 2019 11:59:06 GMT
There was so much to snoop the trickster could hardly hide her excitement. Something about the wolfish woman felt... different. Yet also the same. She couldn’t really put her finger on it. Ooor maybe she wasn’t just paying enough attention. Those eyes were honestly distracting...
Kin didn’t even stop to think about the question before chiming cheerfully. “Of course I do~!” She lied through her teeth. Her face held no hints of hesitation. Sure, in truth she would have agreed with her friend, but where’s the fun in that? Especially when the woman had such a strong opinion on it.
Instead, the storyteller deftly weaved a little tale. “Fortune telling is just one way of reading one’s soul.” She cast a knowing glance downwards, around her friend’s chest. “And everyone has a soul, you know.” Hard to say how much of it she truly believed... And how much she just made up on the spot.
Grinning, the trickster continued leading the little dance. “Some of them even linger after death, held on this earth by bitter grudges or lonely longing.” She leaned closer for a sly little whisper. Half of it was just a playful setup, but the other half was genuine curiosity.
“Hey... Do you believe in ghost stories...?”
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Bombs Away [social | open]
Sept 11, 2019 8:40:59 GMT
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”Don’t get me wrong, I love my horror. Books are rare today, but I read them when I was younger. Horror and mystery were among my favourite genres. They remind me of all of those ghost stories people told me about, too,” the Godfather answered. ”And that’s a little too convenient for me, how similar they are. People make good money off those books, a rare commodity. Probably all it is, a scare for pretty sack of jewels.”
As she spoke, she lied through her teeth. With her nefarious eyes, she knew the truth of the matter—but why not lead her by the nose and see what exactly she was playing at here?
Her lips curled into a smirk, and she shot another knowing look through her.
”Then again, all the average human can know for sure is that they know nothing. Wouldn’t you agree, Kin?”
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Bombs Away [social | open]
Sept 11, 2019 19:14:36 GMT
At first, it sounded like the wolfish woman didn’t believe. The trickster cocked her head quizzically. “Ah, is that so~?” Tinges of disappointment painted her tone. Shame... Oh, what a funny coincidence it would be if someone proved her wrong...
However, when question was returned with a knowing look, the ghostly mage smiled back innocently. “Hm, true. The world is full of strange things. Like misbehaving eggs.” Everyone had something to hide.
The trickster fell silent and lowered her head. A pause before the finale. She still had one more bomb to drop. One more trick to play. Her favorite...
Soon Kin giggled beneath her breath. It gained an odd echo. “Hm heh heh heh~ You know... Maybe you should start believing in ghost stories...” Her smile sharpened into a creepy crescent grin. A pale shimmer engulfed body and her eyes burned like golden embers. “...You’re in one.” Suddenly she reached her intangible hand towards her friend, planning to stick it right through her head. It always freaked people out~!
“Boo~”
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Bombs Away [social | open]
Sept 11, 2019 22:41:50 GMT
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A moment elapsed where her right eye sported a glow and a strange pattern. In the next moment, she seemed to have disappeared. Of course, she refrained from straying far from her previous location. If Kin were to look behind herself, she would find that she was sitting in the same position behind her, facing away. From a pocket her friend failed to check earlier, she retrieved a metal flask and was beginning to take a plentiful swig of its contents. Her face was concealed, but now the eye that glowed was the left. Just what was going on?
”Do you know what people truly fear? It’s the unknown, Kin. Things people don’t know, that’s what frightens them, what they don’t understand. That inescapable, creeping feeling like ice crawling through your veins…” she began, and then let out hollow laughter in her wake.
”Think about this, for example. If I happened to know things about you that I shouldn’t, does that not rub you the wrong way? Just how can I do that? Impossible, it doesn’t make sense. Knowing every move. Who am I—no, just what am I? Maybe I’m a ghost. Maybe I’m a spy. Maybe I don’t exist at all, and am nothing but manifestation of your own mind.”
Another swig, and then she glanced towards her.
”Who am I?”
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