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Great Mother in the Sky: No Love in the House of God
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Great Mother in the Sky: No Love in the House of GodIsla Greer
"We are eternally in your debt, milord. Your humble servants praise you wide and far for your generosity." She kept her eyes fixed on his shoes, despite the rage building within her. She waved her soldier down, and he kneeled, abandoning the endeavor to reclaim the jewel of their country.
This man- he dared to hold the Angel of Macedon over their heads, as if she were a prize and not a sentient representation of their love for their nation? He coveted her in chains in front of her citizens?
But Isla knew that she was no longer of Macedon. She had lost that privilege, ever since this man stepped foot on her land. If it came to Macedon or Snavia, she had only one choice.
She looked up and met his eyes.
"Snavia thanks you for your blessings."
Then a voice sounded above them. Isla's eyes snapped upward and she saw a- floating man? She squinted, trying to get a better look. Then inhaled sharply. "Men, assemble!" she ordered, leaping to her feet.
Setsuna Jun
Setsuna flinched, throwing his hands up to shield himself from the inevitable wave of murder magic. But when nothing happened, he peeked between his fingers at the creature.
Oh. He's waving. Setsuna realized.
Carefully, he peeled his fingers away and returned the gesture shyly.
The angel previously with Kendo stayed back, observing from a far. They were awfully stupid, no wonder they were friends.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆


You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
"Is this like... something you're into or...?"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Isla Greer
Isla snapped to attention. "She is a prisoner of war," she informed Kendo sharply. "Not what you are thinking of."
She shivered in something akin to... hope? For this stranger to accept what she'd said and whisk her away, off into the skies like he'd just blown in...
But she knew it was but a fabrication. She wasn't aware of the Legion's magic- but for a man to gain control over a society he terrorized, it would take magic, or a great intellect on par with even enhancement types like Aries. It was impossible, but even for a moment, she'd let it into her heart.
She crushed it beneath her heel as she stood up and walked over to the Legion. "Go, stranger," she told him coldly. "You are no match for us."
"Ohhh, that's what it is! For a second there I thought it was somethin... never mind."
he grinned looking around.
"Jesus, yall really hate intruders, yeah? Well, I feel like I should introduce myself first, before we throw hands."
He bowed.
"Name's kendo Sato, Jester Extrodinaire, Magician, Swordsman, Immortal, Time-traveller... there's more but I can't remember them on the spot right now. The writer gave me too many titles. Anyways, wonderful to beat ya'!"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

Isla Greer
"An immortal," Isla said, purposefully letting her words slant downward- disdain dripping off each syllable. "You really expect us to believe a child like you has such potent magic?"
She didn't underestimate him. Though perhaps if Legion did...
No. He wasn't a fool. This kid was trouble.
"If it's a fight he wants, why don't we entertain him, milord? It might prove... interesting. To determine the extents of her blessings." She nodded at the prisoner.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

"You know, I'm actually roughly 12,000 years old."
He smiled.
"Some ground rules! No aiming for any private areas, torso, arms, legs are all fair game! That's everything! Throwdown time, eh?"
he put a hand to his chest in mock surprise.
"Stench? Sirrah, the only stench around here is blood, sweat and strawberries."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Adrik Volkov
All these "yes milords" and "let's murder each other" and the way the most terrifying man on the planet was talking to this lady-
Adrik knew he'd gotten in deeper than he'd ever planned to. This was not going well. Not at all.
"We don't have to fight," he tried.
The woman didn't take her eyes off the two men. "His stench," she echoed. Every soldier in the squadron glanced at the sky. What did that mean...?
Adrik immediately went to analyzing. The thought itself was terrifying- magic detection, through something so inane as scent? How did that even work? He'd studied magic for years, the structure, the basis, how it worked, how it functioned-
Can he detect the energy base? he wondered. And if so... how? What has he done to himself?
Or he could be very much lying. That was possible too, however unlikely.
"Do you wish to fight, boy?" The woman asked, shifting her attention back to the stranger. "I think we can assume from your words... yes."
The soldiers got into position.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Third Person POV
In a flicker of a motion, Isla was in front of Iteral, plunging her sword in an arc, straight for the magician's heart.
Adrik gave a shriek, nearly falling back on his butt, as the Queen vanished from where she'd stood, only a blur in its place.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Isla Greer
Isla's eyes narrowed, withdrawing her sword in a snap, and bringing it to her chest. "Time magic!" she spat. She whipped to face Legion. "Are you going to help?"
No. He won't. This amuses him- so long as his prize isn't at risk... Her eyes trailed to where the magician was. Was that really...? Yes, it had to be. Her holy magic couldn't be faked. Hopefully.
She clapped her hands together, and closed her eyes. An image of a puppet flashed through her mind, and then with a horrific screeching sound, the air ripped open, and out clawed a shadowy figure. Chains floated around it, and hit the ground with a rattling thump.
She pointed. "Go," she told the ghoul.