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Post by Your Mom~ on Jan 31, 2013 3:56:14 GMT -8
Even though the Dragon territory had more than enough supplies, Olesya couldn't fight the urge to go exploring/scavenging. It had been a year since the bombs fell, and yet there were so many things left undiscovered, so many answers left unanswered.
Where is my family?
Returning to her house had proved fruitless, it was burned to the ground. Where a strong florist, cafe, and house converted from a firehouse once stood, only a mountain of bricks remained. Olesya could only hope they weren't home when the bombs fell. Wouldn't they have stayed in Long Beach? Not necessarily, her grandparents were in Chicago, they probably went to check on them and were there still.
Why hadn't they tried to check on her?
Olesya frowned, kicking a piece of cement that can come off the school's loading dock ages ago. The school was no more than ruins now. The track field was littered with debris, the soccer field torn up and overgrown, it was bizarre to see it now. In her mind's eye she could still see PHS 259 in all it's greatness, before the bombs fell, before the earthquake shook the ground, before the enforcers invaded and stole her and other students away to experiment on.A great portion of her life came from within these walls, and Olesya couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for it all.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 1, 2013 0:08:03 GMT -8
When Delilah had heard that there was a certain white haired woman with a conspicuous set of mismatched eyes wandering Barker territory. Scouts had been instructed to notify Delilah of anyone bearing the marks of the girl who had once had a home in the Crows' territory and had vanished some months ago.
Delilah had feared the worst, at first. That her friend had been captured by Barker. Without any evidence to support that, or signs of a struggle, or any indication of where she had gone, the mechanic could only hope to find some sign of where Olesya had gone.
The second the external scouting parties relayed that information to her as well as her whereabouts ("She's WHERE?!"), Delilah was on her modified dirt bike and out of the territory without so much as a second glance. She made sure she was armed to the teeth, just to be safe, but she was going too quickly to take anyone with her. And if this needed to be an extraction, it was best of Delilah do it herself.
Olesya would hear the low, grinding drone of the approaching bike as it made it's way through several abandoned alleys before pulling into the area near the ruins of the old school. As she neared, several memories laced through Delilah's mind; her first day and meeting Rem, joining Militia, gym class, meeting Arim, that time with "Unfettered" in the school when the Earthquake took it (Don't think about that) and Emily's death.
Spotting the white haired girl staring at some rubble, Delilah brought the bike into a sideways skid as she braked, cutting through the gravel until it slowed. She switched it off before it could fully stop, lifted her leg over the side and kicked the stand down as she hopped off. The bike stopped abruptly and she continued the forward motion by jogging lightly, walking up to the white-haired girl near where the loading dock used to be.
She was conflicted. Happy and relieved to see her friend safe and sound, a little hurt by her abrupt disappearance, concerned for her well-being, angry as to why she was HERE of all places. All of these showed on her face as she came closer, slowing her walk to something a little less panicked. If Olesya had hidden at the point where Delilah had entered the area with the bike, she would still walk to the school, looking at the tell tale tracks in the concrete silt and gravel, following them to the loading bay.
"Long time no see, 'Les," Delilah said, trying to start off cheerfully, whether or not she could see her.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Feb 4, 2013 5:45:54 GMT -8
Everything was mostly quiet in the ruins of the old high school. Mostly. There was some skittering or rodents or insects, some far off rumblings that were far enough away they didn't concern her, and...tires. Small, not like vehicle tires, and approaching fast. Olesya's ear perked up at the sound, her eyes tracking the sound to its source. Now, the interesting thing to note about Olesya's eyes is that from a distance they would appear to be a natural hazel-brown, much like they were in her high school days. Upon closer inspection, sone could note the 'hazel' appearance was due to the fact that little slivers of ice blue cut the chocolate brown, mostly close to the pupil, and fading out to brown on the outside. It was the physical indication of the treatment she'd gone under in her absence, in addition to her much calmer and positive demeanor.
However, back to the sound. Olesya spotted a figure coming her way, toward the ruins. They were still too far for her to recognize who it was, or even if it was a friend or foe. Better safe than sorry, Olesya dove behind an uprooted piece of sidewalk, falling to a crouch and pulling her knife from her boot. If the newcomer was a friend, then it would be of no consequence that she took extra caution. If it was a foe, they could either go on about their business whether or not they saw her, or if they decided to pick a fight, she would willingly engage them. They didn't appear to have anyone with them, so the worry of being out numbered was unlikely.
She heard the bike skid to a halt, and footsteps growing ever closer. Damn, She thought to herself, mentally preparing to spring out from behind her cover to attack whoever wanted to give her a rough time. That was, until a voice broke the air, grinding her action plan to a halt. Peeking over the cement to verify that she was right in her recognition, Olesya stuffed the knife back in her boot and stood up, eying the young woman kindly.
"Delilah. Nearly gave me a scare there."
She chuckled, dusting off her leggings. She was dressed practicably in dark gray leggings and a cream colored tunic secured with a belt. On the belt was a walkie talkie David insisted she keep on her when outside the walls of Dragon Territory, a bit of rope, coiled up, a collapsible baton, and a pouch she put her found items in.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 4, 2013 19:42:26 GMT -8
"Delilah. Nearly gave me a scare there."
The raven haired woman turned her head to where Olesya now stood, looking...better than when she had last seen her. An easy smile came to her face and she took a few steps closer, before reaching out to pull the white haired girl into a rough hug. Her lower lip quivered for a moment as tears threatened to overwhelm her.
She forgot that she was supposed to be a little mad at the woman for up and leaving without a word to her for months on end. She forgot, for only a moment, where they were and that the pair were likely in imminent danger. All that mattered at the moment was that one of the mechanics few female friends was safe and...sound, from the look of it, as she laid an eye on the walkie-talkie at her hip. Had she already found a faction, then? Either way, what mattered now was that she knew Olesya was safe. Delilah let out a long, slightly shuddering breath.
"I'm so glad you're alright,"
She would pull away then, holding Olesya at arms length by her shoulders, looking her over. "You look different. Better. I have a lot of questions, but we've gotta get out of here. This place isn't safe, least of all for you." a serious edge had started to creep into her voice as she spoke, becoming hyper-aware once again. The last time she had been here, she had rescued Lucien, a new addition to the Crows that had wound up becoming an escape mission. Not all that far away from here, more recently, she had come face-to-face with Barker himself as she and her team aided in the rescue of Zack Asiv.
And before that...well. She didn't want to think about that.
"We should go," she would say again, urgently."Before we're discovered."
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Post by Your Mom~ on Feb 5, 2013 19:48:35 GMT -8
Olesya's eyes widened in surprise as Delilah hugged her. She was still getting used to the whole touchy-feely thing of regular social interaction. She stiffened for a moment before bringing her own arms up to hug her friend. She realized she hadn't given advanced warning to Delilah about her move to the Dragons, or even more, going back to the facility where she was receiving treatment. It was hard to think while her brain was being fried with one of the many beta versions of the super soldier serum.
The corners of her mouth curled upward slightly when Delilah said she looked better. She certainly felt better. At the facility, they measured her food intake to be appropriate for her height and age, nursing her back to health while curing her chemically-adled brain. Les felt like they were stuffing her like a pig, but could feel genuine strength returning to her. Now, with the Dragons so well off, Olesya (and most importantly Maddie) were eating better and Les even got to work out to define her slender muscles.
"Agreed. You lead the way?"
Les has stashed her bike some ten yards away beneath some upturned lockers. She was working on rebuilding a motocross-style motorbike, but she figured if she wanted to stay below the radar, the non-engine method was the way to do it. Les jogged to the hiding place, grabbed her bike, and stepped aboard, tossing one leg over the middle and settling in her seat. She would wait for Delilah to take off before following suit.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 5, 2013 22:35:39 GMT -8
As the ladies prepared to leave the shattered carcass of the old high school behind, a sudden impact would strike the ground infront of them, kicking up a plume of dirt and masonry into the air, obscuring whatever it was that struck the earth. At the same time as if summoned by some hidden signal, two black imposing Armored Personel Carriers bearing the symbol of a black winged Ourobouros tore through the surrounding housing and came to a screeching halt on either side of Delilah and Olesya, cutting off thier escape and pinning them between black metal and the ruins of the school. Through the smoke and debris, the sillouhette of a broad man could be seen, revealing a strange warrior with a mane of White hair and Piercing Yellow eyes as he stepped out of the cloud, seemingly bristled with weapons like a hedgehog or porcupine. One hand rested easily on the hilt of the sword at his waist as He regarded the lovely pair of ladies with the eyes of a hunter. "Interim Leader of the so called Crows Delilah Black and the Renegade." He almost spat the last word out in contempt. "Olesya Van deBogart. It would seem my hunt has come to a premature end. How unsatisfying......" Bringing a hand up to his chin, the man would scratch at the white beard there. Suddenly one of the APC's opened up and disgourged a full compliment of 10 men and women clad in Full Black Riot armor and helmets carrying Riot shields and Shock Mauls, deadly trench mallets with electric currents running through the head. "My Name is Matjek the Lion. By Order of Lord Barker you shall both Surrender yourselves to me. I have been instructed to bring you both in Alive." Suddenly his stern visage split into an unpleasent catlike smile. "But they said nothing as to the state that I bring you, so long as you're alive." **************************************************** Matjek the Lion.
Lieutenant of Task force Serpent Str: 70 (75)
Dex: 75 (80)
Con: 55
Int: 40
Wis: 45
Cha: 50 Soldiers of Task Force Serpent
Str: 30 (45)
Dex: 25
Con: 40 (50)
Int: 20
Wis: 25
Cha: 15
X10
Special Ability: Electric Damage (Shock Maul)
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 5, 2013 23:55:43 GMT -8
"Agreed. You lead the way?"
"Roger THAT," She turned, heading towards her bike. She could not be out of here fast enough. She grasped the handles, starting to swing her leg over the side--
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She leaped back and away from her bike, landing in a crouch with her knives drawn in a flash, just as a figure crashed into the ground before them, sending up plumes of dust. Her visibility greatly reduced, she couldn't see the APC's drive in, but she did hear them. She checked behind herself at the school and the rubble piled high. They wouldn't get over it fast enough to escape. She snapped her eyes forwards as the large man who had seemingly fell from the sky stepped out of the cloud.
A man covered in weapons. White hair. Yellow eyes. An Experiement? Possibly. Likely. She stood a little more upright, glowering defiantly up at this man.
"Interim Leader of the so called Crows Delilah Black and the Renegade. Olesya Van deBogart. It would seem my hunt has come to a premature end. How unsatisfying......"
Delilah's upper lip curled in a sneer as her eyes narrowed. Barker's or a bounty hunter? Hard to say. As he lifted his hand to scratch his beard (A signal?) ten people clad in...body armour of all things leapt out of the APC's, holding riot shields and mauls in their grip. Her frown deepened. Dammit to hell. This was not good.
"My Name is Matjek the Lion. By Order of Lord Barker you shall both Surrender yourselves to me. I have been instructed to bring you both in Alive."
The sneer on his lips was decidedly unpleasant.
"But they said nothing as to the state that I bring you, so long as you're alive."
She shifted slightly behind her, making sure she was standing between this man and Olesya. Then she straightened a little further, looking about herself with an air of non-concern, looking at all his gear with appraisal.
"First Black to 'Nest," she said, lifting a hand to her ear and tapping the blue-tooth. "Clear the storage shed. Mama's bringing home some treats. Over and out."
She dropped her hand and twirled her bowie-knife in her palm and smiled around her, charmingly, though it did not touch her eyes. Delilah was brimming with readiness. She couldn't run, not fast enough from this man and his group of people with advanced vehicles. So she was prepared to fight.
It was all she could do.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Feb 6, 2013 12:44:57 GMT -8
As the area around them exploded with commotion, Olesya ditched her bike, ducking low and grabbing her knife from her boot. She grabbed a piece of pipe from the ground beside her for her off-hand. She pulled her bandana down over her nose and mouth to keep out the dust as it permeated the air around them. It instantly revealed her stark-white hair, but at this point it didn't matter, they'd been discovered. She regarded the large metal carriers and the broad man with alert eyes, sizing them up.
"Interim Leader of the so called Crows Delilah Black and the Renegade. Olesya Van deBogart. It would seem my hunt has come to a premature end. How unsatisfying......"
Renegade huh? It had a nice ring to it. She'd have to thank the big-man later for the nickname should his brains not be splattered all over the asphalt. Ten more heavily armored drones appeared from one of the carriers, attempting to look menacing. Sure, all that gear will protect them from certain blows, but it also meant that it weighed them down and made them slower and clumsier than Delilah and herself.
"My Name is Matjek the Lion. By Order of Lord Barker you shall both Surrender yourselves to me. I have been instructed to bring you both in Alive."
"Lord Barker now is it? My, my...well if somebody isn't compensating for something.."
She snorted, drawing the attention to herself while Delilah transmitted a message on her radio. She was calling to the Crows for backup, no doubt. She reached to her own walkie talkie and pushed the call button three times; two short, one long. It was the distress signal she'd agreed upon with David, notifying the Dragons that one of their own was in a bit of trouble.
"But they said nothing as to the state that I bring you, so long as you're alive."
"But of course. What is it, Majestic Lion? Couldn't your Lord give you a better, less fairytale name?"
She snickered at her own joke, taunting was one of her favorite things in battle. Make the enemy angry enough that it clouded their judgement, and made them make mistakes. These guys were going to attack them anyway, barbing them wouldn't make much of a difference. She twirled the pipe in her hand, her multicolored eyes narrowing in amusement since the rest of her face was veiled by her bandana.
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Post by David B. on Feb 6, 2013 15:22:25 GMT -8
The army was mobilized in forty three seconds.
Seventy Dragon soldiers, heading south for interception, at a jog.
Their leader commanded it, and so it was done.
Posts by Olesya until Dragoncore arrive: 10
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 8, 2013 23:51:21 GMT -8
Perhaps the young woman's barbed tongue was rusty this day, for the Lion barely twitched his upper lip under her verbal barrage. With a thoughtfull grunt, he slowly unsheathed the Katana his hand was resting upon.
"Perhaps I wont allow you to come with us on your own two feet. No, I believe I wish to watch you crawl now on your knee's where you belong."
He spoke in a casual, almost pleasent manner before launching his attack.
Launching himself off his back foot hard enough to leave a foot shaped imprint, Matjek would immediatly single out Delilah, closing the distance in the blink of an eye, sword preparing to strike before suddenly changing direction without warning and shooting straight for Olesya as the Soliders began thier own grim advance. Marching forward to hem the women in with a wall of shields.
Reaching out with a free hand, He planned to grab the girl by the throat and throw her to the ground before taking a step forward and delivering a heavy kick to her ribs, catapulting her like a soccer ball to an open net back towards the waiting soliders. If successful, Five of them would then immediatly dogpile on her and attempt to pin her down with thier shields, stabbing at her with thier shock mauls until she would submit.
Meanwhile Matjek began to circle Delilah slowly. Katana held low in a reversed edge grip. Leonid eyes boring holes into her Crystaline blues.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 9, 2013 1:07:08 GMT -8
"Perhaps I wont allow you to come with us on your own two feet. No, I believe I wish to watch you crawl now on your knee's where you belong." As he said this and drew his sword, Delilah would reach behind her back to draw her own gleaming blade and holding it in a ready position in front of her. She might have made a witty comment at him if not for the truly alarming speed he launched himself at her with. Her body moved reflexively in a horizontal slash, but he was upon her before she completed her cut--
As quickly as he came near, he was gone again, barreling towards Olesya. Still committed to her cut, though, the slash from Shinju would send a wave of energy into the line of enemies headed towards her. She would spin on her heel, looking for Olesya, witnessing what was going on behind her. A flare of anger built up in her chest as the man struck out at her friend.
She gripped her sword a little tighter in her hands as Matjek turned to face her. Her eyes were positioned to look into his--though she was not. Her peripheral vision was broad and sweeping, blue eyes wide with predatory focus. Other than the blazing shade of her eyes that indicated her fury, Delilah would appear very calm.
Then she struck out, twice. She was far enough away that the blade ought not hit him, but the energy strikes sure would try to knock him on his ass. From her position, she would quickly step her back foot forward and bring the blade up in a rising cut, directing a vertical wave of energy at him. Bringing the blade back down as she turned on her foot, she would slash horizontally in the direction he now stood in (in case he dodged her attack OR was hit by it).
She could only hope Olesya was alright
She could only hope the Dragons would arrive in time.
Delilah's Stats w/items:
Str : 43
Dex : 55
Con :48
Int : 52
Wis : 44
Cha : 43
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Post by Your Mom~ on Feb 21, 2013 14:32:48 GMT -8
"Perhaps I wont allow you to come with us on your own two feet. No, I believe I wish to watch you crawl now on your knee's where you belong."
Snerk.
"Try your worst, cowardly lion." She sneered, readily herself as he moved. He jettisoned toward Delilah first, no need to let down her guard, she was almost ready for him when he changed direction and charged at her instead. When he grabbed her throat, Olesy's hands shot up and caught his arms like vice grips, and she hauled herself off kicking him first in the chest with both feet before pivoting ever so slightly to kick at his face with her right. Right at the nose.
As she fell to the ground, she rolled away from him, catching the tip of his boot in her ribs, knocking a bit of wind out of her. It still sent her tumbling in the direction of the soldiers and to her feet to face them. They came at her with their shields, Olesya jumped up, using the planes of the shields pressing in (and the properties of her black shoes given to her by Emily) to get up and out of the middle of the circle of soldiers. Landing on the outside of the circle, she would grab the soldier with his back still to her, running her knife through his ribs in three quick jabs. As he fell to the ground, she would take the shock maul in her off hand. One down, four to go.
Swinging the maul once to gain G force, she struck at one soldier, catching his shield, kicking at the shield of another pressing soldier to push him back. As a third attacked, she parried his swing with her own commandeered maul, stepping in low and quick beneath his shield to slice him once in the chest and once in the throat. Should it succeed, she would snatch the second maul, dropping her knife in favor of the second weapon. She could come back for it later.
"Who's next?!"
She challenged, eyes blazing, the blue shocks of electricity from the mauls bringing out the slivers of ice blue in her eyes. The hem of David's coat billowed slightly around her knees, adding to the atmosphere. They were messing with the former Pillar of the school whose rumble they stood on. She'd been through so much, seen so much, and they thought they could possibly defeat her?! She's fought just as many men unarmed at the correctional facility, how was this any different? These men, they were drones. Lackeys. Red shirts. Disposable. Barker didn't give a rat's ass about them. They had nothing to fight for, and that's what put Delilah and Olesya at the advantage against these thugs.
They both had something to live for, and they damn well were going to do it.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 26, 2013 21:03:23 GMT -8
Matjek would prove to be a far hardier opponent than Olesya would have bargained for. As soon as she had grabbed him by the arm, the Asian man's eyes would narrow as the fingers around her throat began to tighten. As her feet impacted his chest, his breath would explode out his mouth in a huff as he tensed his pectoral muscles, absorbing the blow. Olesya's blow to his head would be met instead with the Palm of his free hand as he brought it up.
All that left now was the other. His enhanced senses would pick up the rips through the air comming from the Firsts direction, so thinking fast, he would try and Twist Olesya around, Pulling her into the path of Delilah's ranged swipes. Offering the pair of women a predatory smile.
And all the while the Other soldiers would continue to advance, closing the noose ever tighter.
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Post by David B. on Mar 8, 2013 0:41:16 GMT -8
The wind whipped through his hair above the battle, eyeing the ground forces. He grinned. " Kiyr, Take the shadow of the one holding olesya, and pull his legs into the ground. Kazuya, take the twenty five and surround Delilah and Olesya. No mercy here- kill who you need to, but get those two girls out of here. Leave the big fella to me." Once Kiyr had slid off his back and dove behind the Lion and hopefully into his shadow- Davids arm would attempt to wrap around the mans neck, almost in the same instant Kiyr would try and pull him into the concrete, the Storm Dragon having slid down like a silent rocket from above and behind him, making sure his own shadow was not seen. His other hand would attempt to plant on the side of the guys' head, and without much ado, and if he wasn't stopped somehow, would attempt to twist and break the mans neck like a twig. If it succeeded, the Lions men would notice twenty five bodies dropping from the sky, some carrying other men. As they landed, they all wore bandanas and jackets, showing them as "Sky Force" troops. They would be in a circle around Olesya and Delilah, protecting them. David would look down at the mans body, all assuming he defeated him as such. " I'm sorry- you were saying?" Stats: Weights were not worn for this thread. Strength: 141 Dexterity: 113 Constitution: 122 Intelligence: 80 Wisdom: 115 Charisma: 126 Also- to avoid confusion: Davids army WILL still show up in nine posts. But David and the skyforce can fly, luckily, so it doesnt take them as long  EDIT: Also, since this has been so long, editting stats to fit currency. |
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Kyrie Blaze
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Sív pide köd. And I Shall Choose Love.
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Post by Kyrie Blaze on Mar 8, 2013 6:02:21 GMT -8
. o O ( Theme..! )
There were some things that just couldn't be described. Flight was one of them--the sheer exhilaration and freedom that one could experience. Well. Kyrie soaked it up. For now, her flight wasn't her own, but upon David's back to expedite their flight and make discussions easier. It still stole her breath regardless; her face tipped towards Sun and Sky as the cool wind streamed over her face. Her heart pattered with a light, quick beat. A smile lit her features, but gradually reduced as they drew rapidly closer to their destination. The blonde's hands were settled upon David's shoulders, knees locked over his hips, and she strayed low to streamline the flight.
Though part of her wondered if she would be able to, the other part was certain she could--and it wasn't as though she was pulling his entire body into shadow, simply his legs. And it was Delilah below - and there was Olesya, whom she didn't know but David did - that Kyrie would have to complete that task.
David would only need a couple seconds at most.
Bright blue eyes fixed upon the scene below and she gave a faint nod of affirmation, her hands briefly tightening against his shoulders in determined confirmation. She heard him and would do what she could, while she could.
The blonde drew her legs up, braced her feet gently against David's lower back, and twisted off him in a dive. She was aiming for the Lion's shadow, behind and out of sight...
...and completely fearless.
Kyrie threw herself wholeheartedly to the task, and as always in her own peculiar ways, displayed her trust with that action. She used gravity to accelerate her 'flight', her Sky Force jacket wrapped tightly around her to prevent a large majority of the fabric rippling in the wind. Her hair was bound back in a braid to keep it from her eyes: it snapped back, silent as Kyrie shot from the sky towards the earth. Her heart leapt into her throat as her adrenaline shot higher, excited by the sudden dive to battle, mind already focused and tuned for the strain she was about to undergo. She had no doubt that David was only a few moments behind. She didn't even check; her trust upon the battlefield was more willingly surrendered out of necessity that she could count on her fellow Dragons to watch her back--the rest, personal trust, would come more fully with time. If the Storm Dragon needed her to move faster than the screaming pace she was already at from gravity alone, she knew he would move her. In preparation, a ball of shadow was held in her hand, ready to form and extend in a pole should she manage to catch sight of a counter attack. She would simply need to thrust it for the Lion's shadow, and use it as a conduit into his.
Provided she hit her target shadow, the petite woman would disappear--feeling the sudden, strong, almost-disorienting heave as the shadow pulled her in at high speed and sucked her into her proper position within the shadow plane. Immediately, she would reach through and manipulate his shadow with a burst - quick and fierce - of her own Qi to pull his legs in to the depths she dwelled in, and strained herself to keep him there.
. o O ( Stats:
STR: 24
DEX: 30
CON: 27
INT: 25
WIS: 24
CHA: 33
Item Name: Yami no Okô "Darkness Weavers" Item Stats: +3 Con, +2 Dex Item Bonus:The leather and metal in these have been inscribed with a runic design, and while not magical, they do aide in the wearer's ability to manipulate their attuned element. Effect: Charisma is considered 15% higher when using elemental Qi. Item Description:These stylish gloves are made from black, treated leather with a runic design etched into the leather itself. Across the back of each glove, between two layers of leather, a solid metal plate covers the back of the hand, serving as a guard. The palm of each glove is open as these were designed with parkour's usage in mind.
33 x 15% = 4.95 = +5 CHA = 38 CHA when using Qi.
Also: I figure 45-50 CHA is when she can start pulling entire people into shadow for a very brief period of time (and it would still be highly taxing if she did several in succession or for longer than a few moments). Leaving the effectiveness/strain for the legs up to GM discretion. <3 )
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