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She bit her bottom lip at her reflection in the mirror. [break][break] She wasn’t ready, not at all…but then some part of her told her that she was never going to be ready. [break][break]
Rosalia fought when it was necessary, and she fought with an icy scorn for those that opposed her. She considered herself a simple peon for the kingdom, one who would do anything the Wizard King asked without question. It was simple way of living. It was the way she had lived for the last year. Work, get drunk and have sex. The red-haired Magic Knight wanted nothing more out of life. She was one hell of a catastrophe.[break][break] And yet...[break][break]
Her pale fingers clipped on the armor over her legs and chest with little trepidation. The Black Bulls were growing, and there was only so much of a workload that Malcolm could handle on his own. He rarely left his room during the day anyways…and he wanted her. He thought she was good enough to help him. The beauty didn’t know if she wanted to scream or laugh at that fact. The older male had become one of her closest friends over the past four or so months and every time the idea was even brought up she’d questioned him. But he had managed to plant that seed of hope in her head. She hated to admit that he had. So the red-head’s workaholic tendencies went into overdrive. Missions and dungeons were an everyday pastime while drinking and sleeping around generally fell through two days out of six in the week. She’d come home exhausted, with singed hair, occasionally with a scar that she needed to get treated and report in on time, occasionally laughing at Malcolm’s expression at the mess she became along the way to success. [break][break]
Zaven had told her to fight with the aim to kill. To show that she had the strength to protect her Black Bulls family and friends. Today’s fight wasn’t to impress only Malcolm, it was to impress the others that lived with her. [break][break]
Rosalia tilted her head to one side as she glanced over at her reflection again. She looked like she was going to war. The black armor felt a bit heavier than what she was used to, but she could still move around it freely as its base was her favorite tight one piece. This time she hadn’t opted to actually tie her hair back with a scrunchie, rather she’d held it back with the black and gold veil created for that exact reason by Luigi. It was one of those times where being friends with the designers you used to model for came in handy. [break][break]
The ice witch inhaled as she exited her room on the fourth floor and headed down the wooden staircase of the Black Bulls’ base. Her thoughts went through to her spells, to the magic she knew and to how she could use it to her advantage. When she reached the bottom floor, her ruby eyes scowered the living area of the Black Bulls for who was awake, and she gave them a quick little smile. Her heels always attracted the attention of the mages in the room. She was the only one who fought in these devilish creations anyways. [break][break] Now where was her delightful Captain? [break][break]
Post by Malcolm Watanabe❃ on May 30, 2020 13:14:40 GMT -5
He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off with a sigh as he looked outside of his window and out over the trees for a moment as the water dropped off of his body. He knew that this day was bound to come, and in fact he was the one that set the damn time. The Black Bull captain never would have been this eager when he was previously in charge, but Rosa was...different. He believed that with her as his right hand, the squad would prosper and become a force to be reckoned with in the future. He gave a soft chuckle as he threw the towel in his hamper before grabbing his necklace, a bear claw with a large Tiger’s eye stone in the center, and putting it on. He stepped into his bedroom and went to his closet before picking out a pair of jeans, some underwear and socks. AS he looked for a top he noticed he only had about four shirts left. ”Well...fuck…” He said as he looked, spying his old leather jacket, he shrugged and laughed. ”If this still fits, then this will look great.” He said before taking the jacket and slipping it on, standing there in the buff with just a jacket on as he moved around for a moment. ”Yeah...Yeah this will work.” He gave a grin before slipping on the rest of his clothing and with a sigh he looked outside the window again. He walked over to it and opened it before just finally taking a step out and over the windowsill, falling down to the green grass below.
The Black Bull floated past many windows on his way down as he let out a wide yell. ”ALRIGHT YOU BUNCH GET YOUR ASSES OUTSIDE! IT’S TIME FOR ROSA’S VICE CAPTAIN TEST!” He roared before landing down on the ground as the soil beneath him jumped up and cracked under his pressure. He stood up and waited outside the base, at the front and waited for the Black Bulls to step out and gather for this historic moment.
Rosalia’s crimson hues shot open when she heard her Captain’s voice shake the building…coming from outside. A little smile graced her glossy red lips as she shook her head. Of course he’d take the window and not the door. She should’ve expected that from him. [break][break] What she did anticipate, however, was the even larger amount of attention she would suddenly garner from the other members of the squad. While usually the gazes she received were quick and passing, they had now turned to judging, amused or analyzing. A little blush dusted her cheeks as she sighed. The woman was used to being watched for her appearance, not for her actual abilities, and dammit, she was not ready to have about thirty or so mages just gawking at her. This was so much harder than modeling. [break][break]
“DO YOU HAVE TO SHOUT?! IT’S A FUCKING SATURDAY!” Rosalia would bellow back at her best friend and Captain, feeling the nervous butterflies fly around her stomach as she headed outside. Her howl back at him received a few encouraging “Yeahs!” and “She’s right!” from the grumpy males that had stayed up drinking a bit too late last night, and it made her giggle. Ah, her family. There was nothing like the Black Bulls. The sound of the witch’s heels against the wooden planks on the way out of the front door of the base felt practically deafening to her. [break][break]
And then it died down the moment she stepped on the grass, and Malcolm came into view. Oh no… Why was he dressed like that? To torture her surely. Her ruby eyes took in his shirtless form unabashedly and she bit her bottom lip. She was supposed to concentrate through this?! Rosalia sighed and rubbed her eyes. If there was a thermometer to measure a woman’s sex drive, it would shatter the moment the red-head as much as breathed on it. Fuck. She gave in. [break][break]
“Well don’t you look like something I’d want in my bed right now?” A little smirk graced her lips as she felt a portion of the nervous butterflies die out. A few whistles followed from the men and women of the Bulls. Well, the sounds the ladies emitted were, from most, akin to gasps and clear disagreement with her actions, but right now she didn’t care. [break][break]
A little ember burned in those icy eyes. It wasn’t going to be confidence that carried her through this fight. It was gonna be fucking lust. And passion. And probably some of those workaholic tendencies that made her the perfectionist she was in secret. Malcolm believed in her. She trusted him when he said she was good enough. She just wished she trusted herself. [break][break] Rosalia scanned the area around the base quickly as she tilted her head before glancing back at the man in front of her. The trees weren’t at too bad of a distance, and he looked like everything she wanted pinned against one right now. She wasn’t stupid enough to think she could manage that, but dammit she would certainly try. [break][break] “Anything I need to know before we start, Captain?” She rolled his title off of her lips in a velvety tone that made it sound like something whispered late night in-between sheets. The woman had horrible impulse control. Her hand was already on her grimoire.
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Post by Malcolm Watanabe❃ on May 31, 2020 9:47:29 GMT -5
He heard the sound of Rosa’s voice like a shotgun aimed at his head as he nearly recoiled for a moment before grinning. He was a man of action after all, and with that he knew that he needed to set a certain standard for how things were done around the Black Bull Base. With a grin he took in a deep breath as the doors were flung open and members that were not lazy decided to come out and watch.
”Well hell yeah I had to yell...most of the squad is still asleep or slacking off as usal...It is go time and I want them all to witness it. It is not every day that someone looks to challenge for the position of Vice Captain.” He said with a toothy grin as Rosa stepped out and looked him over, a comment on how he looked made the captain smirk before he stepped forward just a single step as a primal aura spread out from his location and smoke began to billow from his jacket as if he was on fire. ”Funny, I could say the same about you, you look like a damn Valkyrie in that get up...I would be most happy to be escorted to Valhalla by someone like you one day...today won’t be it.” He said as he got into a fighting stance, his grimoire flew up beside him...he was serious for once. Her last question on anything she should know before the fight began was too fucking good of an opprotunity to pass up without comment. ”Yeah, one final thing...loser cooks and cleans for the whole squad for a month.” He said with a laugh before his grimoire activated. Showing the squad and Rosa his magic as if it was the very first time.
”Bear hunt!” He said as he activated a dual spec Physical Reinforcement/transformation spell of Senior Level. His muscles rippled as he released a large amount of bis beastial aura. His hands grew wicked claws, the hair on his face and chest became coarse and grew thick before he pressed off with one foot in an attempt to attack at Rosa’s chest with a simple forward slashing motion.
Combat Summary Malcolm would be moving at a speed of 15m/s With Senior Level Strength Buff to his physical Attacks. He would attempt to slash across Rosa’s new outfit in an attempt to push her to the edge and attack him. Of course if it looked like he would be going too deep with the cut, he would pull away not wanting to scar the woman.
Rosalia shook her head. He made their fight seem like such a special occasion. [break][break] He was excited. She was nervous; downright had tried to delay this as long as possible because she was horrified she would fail. And she could. She probably would. Having everybody staring and judging something other than her appearance was positively one of her worst nightmares. So why did she agree to it? Because it was a necessity. She was a workaholic, thus paperwork, missions and dungeons ran in her veins like red blood cells. Her loyalty was also impossible to question and the Black Bulls were growing so rapidly that a second guiding hand was needed. And she would probably do almost anything her best friend and Captain asked of her, almost without question (when it came down to work, at the very least). [break][break] Plus, she wanted to rub it in that cocky brat from the Blue Roses’ face that she could do it too.[break][break] The witch’s eyes narrowed playfully when Malcolm called her a Valkyrie and she took her grimoire out in response to his. When he told her that the extra conditions were that the loser had to cook and clean the whole squad for a month, Rosalia was ready to respond that he already employed people for this but didn’t get the chance. Malcolm’s mana flared up suddenly…she’d felt it a few times before but never really had it directed towards her in such a capacity. It was fierce and dangerous, like what she imagined a wild animal contained in a man’s body to be. He was hot. Too hot. She’d have to cool him down.[break][break] She watched him cast his spell and felt her body temperature drop ice cold as she focused. She’d never really seen magic like this one before. But she had to think fast as Malcolm called on his Bear Claw spell. The witch was a supportive mage for fucks sake, why was she putting herself through this fight? And why had she let him get that close to her in the first place? The female barely managed to dodge left, feeling his claw rip a part of her black cloak as she, in turn, hissed “Winter Wings” under her breath and tried to lift herself off of the ground, away from Malcolm as fast as possible. The intermediate supplementary constructs and attack creation spell would sprout from her back like large wings of black ice. They would shoot sharp spikes of ice towards the man as she glared down at him while she flew up at 15 m/s. Fuck. She was going to have to take another modeling gig for Luigi if he wanted him to fix the cape. [break][break] As the woman found herself in the air, about 15-20 meters above ground (hopefully) before he could stop her from lifting off about. She looked down at Malcolm with a little grin on her lips. There was a lot of comments that she could make, but settled on one in particular. [break][break] “Looking good underneath me there, Captain~” Her ruby eyes were still ice cold, despite the heat behind her comment. She then tilted her head to one side, pausing in her thoughts for a second before she lifted a hand and had a pair of wings sprout on the back of the man she was fighting as well. If not for anything else, they would slow him down, while giving him the ability to fly, but control him by pulling him away if he got too close or attempted to strike at her. That was the idea, at least. She’d only done this before in practice with a flying scorpion cat. Malcolm’s flying ability was fully controlled by her, unless her preferred to be on the ground for the most part, where she would still use the wings to inconvenience his movement. She imagined it might be daunting for the male. Or it would taunt him. [break][break] “Frostbite.” Rosalia called out to her grimoire, summoning her senior rank supplementary construct and attack creation whip in one hand, and another one tied around her leg for safety. [break][break]
“Here I come~” She purred out, a little ferocious grin growing on her lips and she cracked her whip in Malcolm’s direction, the whip attempting to strike at him with a movement of 40 m/s. In order to perform at her best against her best friend, she had to leave all of her stops at the damn door, and she’d done so the moment he decided not to wear a shirt for her Vice-Captain exam. Because fuck you, Malcolm Watanabe. [break][break]
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Name of Spell: Winter Wings[break] Elemental Type: Ice with a Shadow Oddity[break] Rank | Spell Type: Intermediate Supplementary Constructs| Attack Creation[break] Range | Speed: 40|20[break] Mana Cost: 16|8[break] Stats Effected:+6|+9 Power[break] Applicable Perks: Battle Knight
Perfect Buff: Those with this perk may now cause their magical stat boost buffs to buff at a rank above their own when buffing allies only. For Archmage spells this will give +3 to the total of the buff. This cannot affect Physical Buffs in any way, even if used in dual spec.
Mana Conservationist: You will be able to use spells with less mana than others when it comes to casting spells! Each rank of spell will have its spell cost go down by the following amounts, please remember that this is based on the rank of the spell not the character! [Juniors]: 2 | [Intermediate]: 4 | [Senior]: 6 | [Grand]: 10 | [Archmage]: 16
Description: Surprisingly light spikes of black ice jut out from Rosalia’s back and those of her chosen allies, granting them a stunningly large pair of wings that they can fly with at 15 m/s. The wings give Rosalia +6 power and her allies +9 power due to perfect buff.These wings have intricate designs resembling intertwined lace which shoot down sharp spikes of ice at enemies when they get too close, dealing intermediate rank damage. There is a viciousness in the prettiness that can be deadly…[break] This spell goes off of the projectiles/ammo/occurrences/ rules based on a mage’s control.[break][break]
Name of Spell:Frostbite[break] Elemental Type:Ice (Shadow Oddity)[break] Rank | Spell Type:Senior| Attack Creation + Supplementary Constructs[break] Range | Speed:80 meters| 40 m/s[break] Mana Cost:24|12[break] Stats Effected:+ 9 Power to Rosa| +12 to Allies[break] Applicable Perks:Battle Knight
Mana Conservationist: You will be able to use spells with less mana than others when it comes to casting spells! Each rank of spell will have its spell cost go down by the following amounts, please remember that this is based on the rank of the spell not the character! [Juniors]: 2 | [Intermediate]: 4 | [Senior]: 6 | [Grand]: 10 | [Archmage]: 16
Perfect Buff: Those with this perk may now cause their magical stat boost buffs to buff at a rank above their own when buffing allies only. For Archmage spells this will give +3 to the total of the buff. This cannot affect Physical Buffs in any way, even if used in dual spec.
[break] Description: Rosalia pours mana into her grimoire, summoning forth a whip of flexible black ice, called Frostbite. The whip deals senior damage to an enemy, buffing the caster's Power by +9 upon usage. If the whip is picked up by an ally, they obtain a buff of +12 Power.[break] This spell works with the ammo rules.[break][break]
Post by Malcolm Watanabe❃ on Jun 3, 2020 13:04:02 GMT -5
His attack had missed, by such a narrow margin it should have not been possible...in fact he was fairly certain he actually did hit her, seeing he only managed to get her black cloak was a bit of a shame and he just chuckled as she took off with those ice wings she had sprouted he gave a long whistle as she flew up and taunted him. It was great...he did not expect her to do such a thing, for he did not know the capabilities of her magic as well yet. ”Ah so you’d like me to be a power bottom...kinky Rosa...I would have never thought of such a thing.” He said with a wide grin as she summoned her whip, the Black Bull Captain grinned as she reared back ready to strike before announcing her attack. ”This is not some story...don’t announce your attack...silly.” He said as he reached his right arm out, letting the whip wrap around and dig into his mana skin as it chipped it away, but the captain held onto it as the wings sprouted on his back. ”Wings of freedom.” He announced his transformation spell as those wings turned black before the ice chipped away and turned into leathery looking wings of a mythical creature.
The captain then used his power and strength to yank on the whip hard to bring Rosa closer and into his attack range. If she fell for it he would use [Bear Hunting] Again, aiming solely for her wings, if he was successful he would destroy the wings and leaver dangling by her whip, in which case he would be able to yank her back up and into his arms where the man would squeeze her tight and wink. ”This is not going to feel great for either of us.” He would say before dropping his wings sending them plummeting towards the earth. HE would leave it in suspense, but in reality this was a prime time for Rosa, she was free for about the next 10 seconds of free fall to attack him before they would hit the earth.
Little did she know that once her small free time moment was up, he would spread those wings once more and glide just over the heads of those watching the fight before letting her down back in the arena, if she took her opportunity it was likely that the captain would look worse for wear.
Rosalia would feel blood rush to her face and her cheeks turn pink at Malcolm’s response to her comment. Damn he was good. And absolutely incorrigible. She wasn’t going to lie that his ease around her and their joking flirtation was making her enjoy herself. Few men could do that when she was attempting to kill them. Or harm them (In reality Rosalia didn’t want to kill or harm Malcolm, the woman cared for her best friend far too much and would rather spend all of her efforts shielding him from any upcoming damage contrary to being the cause of it.) [break][break] Her eyes widened when he caught her whip with ease. That man feared nothing, dammit, she was planning on trying to pull it away from him until she saw him cast a spell of his own, one that gave him black leathery wings and broke her ice spell. Her pretty lips turned into a frown. This couldn’t be any good. If that was what Freedom looked like, she clearly was still very far away from understanding the way Malcolm viewed the world. The spell gave him the appearance of a demon, a devil, a dangerous but enticing creature that could offer one the deal of a lifetime. But she’d already sold her soul to the Magic Knights. (Incidentally, he was the one whom she sold it to when she took up his offer to switch to the Black Bulls.) [break][break] The male then pulled her in with ease and straight up smashed through her wings, making her panic a little. He didn’t let her fall though. Her Captain then pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, her chest flat against his. He even had the fucking audacity to give her a wink, making her bite her bottom lip. A man with charm is a very dangerous thing and Malcolm Watanabe had all the damn charm in the world. Man, oh man. It was funny how her angel savior out of the Blue Roses had turned out to also be her devil. “You are such a dick.” She muttered with a little affectionate laugh. Her best friend really was such a powerful man (and such a complete showoff that it made her want to knock him off of his high horse a bit.) [break][break] When he said something wasn’t going to feel good for either of them she was about to ask what that would be until she saw his black wings close and her eyes narrowed with a “You wouldn’t fucking dare” look. Of course he would. Who did she think she was talking to? Fucking reckless. [break][break] Rosalia’s body temperature dropped significantly when they started plummeting. Her heart was racing, but her mind was calm. She was angry, but focused. It was a mentality she was still trying to perfect, as the beauty had generally become a bit more emotional since she joined the Black Bulls. She was looser with them, she felt more free, and didn’t have the need to forget the contents of every day. [break][break] And this is why she had to give this fight all she could, even if Malcolm was being a lovable idiot. [break][break] “Sheer Cold,” the red-haired beauty murmured, knowing full well that she didn’t want to actually hurt the man, but annoyance and lust drove her to make him pay for his positively cocky actions. She wanted to make it bite him in the butt a little. Her Senior Rank AOE effect spell would send a pulse of ice cold energy out from Rosa’s body, potentially hitting Malcolm, while also giving her a senior rank shield. She held onto him tightly, hissing to herself at how useless her whip was at close range as she leaned over blew a little cold air in the man’s ear, the nails of one of her hands digging hard into his back as his fucking leathery wings decided to glide them over the air.[break][break] “When did you become such a showman?” Rosalia would ask with a little chuckle before throwing the hand with the whip behind him in an attempt to wrap it around his wings and pull them together. She’d then throw her other hand on her second whip, which was still around her thigh. The witch would pull it up and throw it at one of the nearby trees, wrapping one end around the bark and trying to pull herself away from him if he started falling. If not, she’d consider kissing the man for a little bit, before shaking her head and actually trying to cast Winter’s Kiss on him, if he still held her in range. [break][break]
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Name of Spell: Sheer Cold[break] Elemental Type: Ice (Shadow Oddity)[break] Rank | Spell Type: Senior| Attack Creation AOE + Defense Creation[break] Range | Speed: 40 meters cubed| 40 m/s[break] Mana Cost: 24|12[break] Stats Effected: +9 Power[break] Applicable Perks:Battle Knight
Mana Conservationist: You will be able to use spells with less mana than others when it comes to casting spells! Each rank of spell will have its spell cost go down by the following amounts, please remember that this is based on the rank of the spell not the character! [Juniors]: 2 | [Intermediate]: 4 | [Senior]: 6 | [Grand]: 10 | [Archmage]: 16
Description: A zone of ice-cold energy spreads from the air and ground around Rosalia outwards, covering a 40 meter cubed radius and dealing senior damage to all enemies within her range, knocking them back 8 meters. Allies (including the caster) gain a shield blocking senior rank damage that appears as an invisible shell of icy black mana. This AOE can be maintained for its affected area, repeatedly dealing damage to Rosalia's enemies if they don't move outside of its range.
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Name of Spell:Frostbite[break] Elemental Type:Ice (Shadow Oddity)[break] Rank | Spell Type:Senior| Attack Creation + Supplementary Constructs[break] Range | Speed:80 meters| 40 m/s[break] Mana Cost:24|12[break] Stats Effected:+ 9 Power to Rosa| +12 to Allies[break] Applicable Perks:Battle Knight
Mana Conservationist: You will be able to use spells with less mana than others when it comes to casting spells! Each rank of spell will have its spell cost go down by the following amounts, please remember that this is based on the rank of the spell not the character! [Juniors]: 2 | [Intermediate]: 4 | [Senior]: 6 | [Grand]: 10 | [Archmage]: 16
Perfect Buff: Those with this perk may now cause their magical stat boost buffs to buff at a rank above their own when buffing allies only. For Archmage spells this will give +3 to the total of the buff. This cannot affect Physical Buffs in any way, even if used in dual spec.
[break] Description: Rosalia pours mana into her grimoire, summoning forth a whip of flexible black ice, called Frostbite. The whip deals senior damage to an enemy, buffing the caster's Power by +9 upon usage. If the whip is picked up by an ally, they obtain a buff of +12 Power.[break] This spell works with the ammo rules.[break][break]
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Name of Spell: Winter's Kiss [break] Elemental Type: Ice (Shadow Oddity)[break] Rank | Spell Type: Senior| Attack Creation+ Defense Creation[break] Range | Speed:80 meters| 40 m/s[break] Mana Cost:24|12[break] Stats Effected: +9 Power[break] Applicable Perks:Battle Knight
Mana Conservationist: You will be able to use spells with less mana than others when it comes to casting spells! Each rank of spell will have its spell cost go down by the following amounts, please remember that this is based on the rank of the spell not the character! [Juniors]: 2 | [Intermediate]: 4 | [Senior]: 6 | [Grand]: 10 | [Archmage]: 16
Description: Rosalia opens her pretty red lips and breathes a cone of miniature black ice spikes, so small that they appear a painful black blizzard to her enemies who take senior damage upon impact. Allies found within the range of the Winter's Kiss (Including the caster) instead receive a senior rank shield of black glacial mana that will protect them.[break][break]
Post by Malcolm Watanabe❃ on Jun 8, 2020 16:09:36 GMT -5
Their flight was brief and their attitudes seemed to change so quickly, he heard her curse at him, calling him a dick as he did his actions, but he didn’t stop nor did he fire back a quip from this. He knew that anger was a raw emotion that could lead to power in some instances, so he would instead wink at her after being called a dick as everything continued. The look on her face as he told her was about to happen made him laugh audibly before tucking those wings in. He was too busy holding her to fight back against her senior AoE as he winced, his mana shield was broken at this point. The cold made him shiver as she blew into his ear and dug a nail into his back. ”Damn...that is some strange tactic to do to the man currently holding you...if you did that in bed...well...I wouldn’t mind if I ever got lucky for that chance.” He said in a smart ass tone to annoy her a bit more as they dipped in the air and back into a glide as he was about to set down himself.
She spoke and asked about him being a showman and he shrugged as he moved to land. ”Gotta show off for the younger generation here...otherwise they might not believe in me.” He grinned. It seemed Rosa had different plans as she used those whips again, catching him about to land, making the wings tuck faster, making the captain fall 1 meter down to the ground. Once there he would reach back and touch the wings, they would disappear into a thin smoke before attacking against the whips “LIBERATION!” He would say, an attack /transformation AoE spell of grand rank, it was designed to get him away from a bad situation, the smoke would begin to travel up the rope until finally it caught in the middle of both whips before stopping. ”That could have been bad...be careful Rosa, otherwise I might hurt my gruff looks.” He would say while wincing, the frost finally falling from his body as he shivered. He was again out of his own range to use Beast Aura tactics, His mana shield would regenerate, but he was not in a good shape already yet he still grinned like an idiot.
Rosalia laughed at her Captain’s choice of words to her actions. She was angry at him, sure, so everything he said riled her up even further, but the beauty also couldn’t help but let her mind drift to what he’d actually said and she had to forcibly push the bad thoughts to the deepest darkest layers of her icy soul. You can’t think about seducing the man you work for, even less so thinking about getting into bed with him and making sure to leave a series of marks on his back as proof… The two of them truly were scandalous. Who else fucked up so marginally when it came down to having to fight in front of the entire squad? Somehow their combat managed to remain serious while both of them were goofing off in their remarks. There was particularly strong contrast in Rosalia’s abilities to the way she spoke and quipped. It was her safety zone…the way she spoke with the man who’d dragged her out of the grey depths of Tartarus all on his own…(maybe with the help of Dionysus but she found him more a natural aid and ally at this point whereas the Captain had been a completely new encounter for her.) [break][break] The witch rolled her eyes when he told her that he had to show off for the squad. It made sense, this was an opportunity for both of them to do so, although she knew he was mostly playing around. The woman was nowhere near close to the combat experience and skill of Malcolm, but as a perfectionist and workaholic, the a little smirk slid over her glossy lips again. She was starting to take this more and more as a challenge to enjoy. A game of cat and mouse. Or two really weird cats? She didn’t really know. When he reached back and dispelled the wings, she watched with curiosity, her eyes widened however when his next move was to attack the weapons she relied on so much and render them useless. Their balance was off, they felt heavier to lift somehow as she stepped on the ground further back from him.
[break][break] “Well that’s rude Captain.” She huffed at his smoke magic and dropped the two attack creation Frostbite whips with a bit of scorn. The red-head would have to wait a bit to resummon them, but this didn’t mean that she couldn’t try something very different.
[break][break] “You’re the one who puts himself in these situations you know, I’m just Fury that punishes you for such passions. Or tries to, at least.” Rosalia’s smile was lopsided as she tilted her head to one side. She’d hurt him. It made her hesitate as she decided what to do next. It was that grin. Why did they have to do this painful way? Seriously, couldn’t there be a second option like “B) beat him in bed” or “B) brew a better tea than him” or something. The coldness in her eyes seemed to almost vanish into nothing for a few seconds.
[break][break] “Please, we both know that if you fought me completely seriously half of Sosshi would be destroyed while you wipe the floor with me.” The beauty sighed and steeled her resolve. She hated this (the friendship, the lust...). There were two people she would wreck a city for and Malcolm Watanabe was one of them. She had the advantage because she was far from him, but he could easily make up speed and reach her. So she needed to keep him away, as much as possible.
[break][break] “Fangs of Frost.” Rosalia hissed under her breath, mostly annoyed at this whole shitty circumstance. No matter what she did, she really couldn’t see this man as her enemy. Her loyalty to him could almost rival that to the Wizard King. A spear of black ice appeared in each of her hands, the edge serrated and dangerous, glinting in the sunlight as she faced him again, pushing her emotions down underneath the wall of permafrost and ice that covered her heart.
[break][break] “You gonna come at me or am I gonna be trying to pin you to the wall with these babies?” The beauty asked, her devious mask taking over again as she slipped into the comfort of her devious, fun phrases and quips. This was probably the only way Rosalia was going to get through this, she knew that much. As if to emphasize her point, she threw her first spear at Malcolm, having it move at 20 m/s towards him, aiming for his shoulder rather than to actually hurt him. Another spear materialized in the hand where she held the previous one.
Perfect Buff: Those with this perk may now cause their magical stat boost buffs to buff at a rank above their own when buffing allies only. For Archmage spells this will give +3 to the total of the buff. This cannot affect Physical Buffs in any way, even if used in dual spec.
Mana Conservationist: You will be able to use spells with less mana than others when it comes to casting spells! Each rank of spell will have its spell cost go down by the following amounts, please remember that this is based on the rank of the spell not the character! [Juniors]: 2 | [Intermediate]: 4 | [Senior]: 6 | [Grand]: 10 | [Archmage]: 16
Description:Rosalia creates a single lance out of black ice with serated edges. The lance can be used as a held weapon or be thrown at a creature. Allies are allowed to pick up the lance without taking damage and whoever is holding it gets +9 to their Power stat. Once the lance is embedded into an enemy it deals intermediate damage and gets stuck there. Upon removal it deals intermediate damage once more due to the ice magic’s cutting ability and the shape of the weapon. The spell is modeled after one of Vulkan Rinvol’s as the pair spent time training together but modified to fit Rosalia’s more ally-based fighting style.
This spell goes off of the projectiles/ammo/occurrences/ rules based on a mage’s control. [break][break]
The spell cannot deal 2x intermediate damage with the same spear in the same post.[break][break]
Post by Malcolm Watanabe❃ on Jun 12, 2020 15:58:44 GMT -5
He smiled as she called him rude, the captain of the Black Bulls rude? Who would have thought. A smirk would spread across his face as he was told that he puts himself in these situations, to which all he could do was nod and shrug, attempting to move closer to her at the same time. When she called herself the fury that punishes him for what he does when he has such odd passions he gave a light chuckle. ”Cute...a fury eh, I like it...the Black Bulls Fury...that would make a great title for you one day.” He teased as he would continue to move closer, in his head he could see many possibilities with how this fight could go...in all actuality he felt the pain now as he felt a little cold seep into his bones. Hearing hear summon her icy spears he grinned as she taunted him to come at her as she threw the spear towards him. He raced towards the spear and would grab it at the same time as he would be charging her. ”Heads up!” He would say as he would use the icy spear to act as a melee weapon as long as he had it, moving at 20 m/s was easy enough to get to her and swing the spear in an attempt to get her to fight at his ideal range...close quarters.
There were very few things that Rosalia had a weakness to in the world. The first was sex. The second was attractive men, the third was alcohol and the fourth was magic. The first three generally went along together, albeit in some cases all four could work…But there was a sneaking suspicion that a fifth weakness was starting to grow on Rosalia and it made her bite her lip as she stared at Malcolm. Her captain was impossibly sexy, good god, she wanted to curse herself for how amazing he looked. But it wasn’t only his looks was it? The man had banter. He was witty, intelligent, an amazing fighter, and a tease. He also was probably the cheekiest piece of ass she’d ever met and she knew she was properly fucked if he got to her. It was just the way the Captain of the Black Bulls was. There was no one she wanted more right now, and it was positively infuriating. [break][break] He was moving towards her again as he spoke, and her crimson hues narrowed as she watched him carefully. He’d called her cute when there wasn’t a cute bone in her body. Not in her opinion anyways. But he had created quite the title for her if it stuck. [break][break] As he sped up on his way towards her he grabbed the spear she’d thrown at him, making her eyes widen and she cursed under her breath. Of course he’d be able to do that. The beauty knew that fighting her Captain at a close range was going to be absolute hell, but she relented and brought her two remaining spears up to block his attack towards her. She winced at how powerful he was, feeling her heels dig into the ground if she held him on at close range. The beauty was going to fall on her back if this continued. Her mana reserves were also getting chipped at rapidly. Her eyes widened as she saw cracks begin to appear on her hard black ice spears, so she had to think fast. As always when it came down to this man. [break][break] “I thought you told me not to announce my attack? You’re being quite the hypocrite Captain~.” The title rolled off of her tongue so sugary sweet, it was a pure contrast to the situation she was in. [break][break] With a grunt Rosalia dispelled her Fangs of Frost, attempting to surprise Malcolm with her choice as she attempted to punch him in the chest with her right hand before trying to step back quickly and kick him in the stomach with her pointy heel. [break][break]
Perfect Buff: Those with this perk may now cause their magical stat boost buffs to buff at a rank above their own when buffing allies only. For Archmage spells this will give +3 to the total of the buff. This cannot affect Physical Buffs in any way, even if used in dual spec.
Mana Conservationist: You will be able to use spells with less mana than others when it comes to casting spells! Each rank of spell will have its spell cost go down by the following amounts, please remember that this is based on the rank of the spell not the character! [Juniors]: 2 | [Intermediate]: 4 | [Senior]: 6 | [Grand]: 10 | [Archmage]: 16
Description:Rosalia creates a single lance out of black ice with serated edges. The lance can be used as a held weapon or be thrown at a creature. Allies are allowed to pick up the lance without taking damage and whoever is holding it gets +9 to their Power stat. Once the lance is embedded into an enemy it deals intermediate damage and gets stuck there. Upon removal it deals intermediate damage once more due to the ice magic’s cutting ability and the shape of the weapon. The spell is modeled after one of Vulkan Rinvol’s as the pair spent time training together but modified to fit Rosalia’s more ally-based fighting style.
This spell goes off of the projectiles/ammo/occurrences/ rules based on a mage’s control. [break][break]
The spell cannot deal 2x intermediate damage with the same spear in the same post.[break][break]
Post by Malcolm Watanabe❃ on Jun 28, 2020 11:58:46 GMT -5
”Using my own words against me now Rosa...very well, let me show you to your place when you are in front of me. On your back!.” He would say as the cancelation of the black ice spears was followed by a sturdy punch to the chest, and then immediately a straight kick to that same spot. The punch caught him by surprise as he lunged forward, but the kick was too slow, and as such he grabbed her ankle and lifted it higher into the air before performing a simple leg sweep. If he was successful he would send her to the ground where he would move to take the top position and hold his fist over her, his chest rising and falling, he was not out of breath, but excited. The powerful aura around him almost made the captain look like a monster awaiting to take its prey.
Rosalia Boreas, are you willing to die for the Magic Knights...are you willing to sacrifice your mind and body to defend the Black Bulls as we fight the enemies of the Clover Kingdom?” He asked those specific questions suddenly, and if Rosalia took too long to answer he would punch the ground beside her head as if to prove a point, cracking the earth beside her pretty face. Was this the final part of her test?
Rosalia grinned at Malcolm when he said she was using his own words against him. That had indeed been the plan. But when he quickly stated that her place was on her back in front of him, her eyes widened. She could feel her blood rushing to her cheeks as she questioned what went through his head when he decided to say that out loud. Oh my god…She bit her bottom lip with regret as he caught her ankle. He lifted it up higher with ease and by the time she tried moving away from him he’d swept her other leg from underneath her. She groaned as her back impacted the grass. Her ruby hues met his golden ones as they watched her with fervor. The beauty was panting, but he was excited. Like an animal playing with it’s pray. It was very typical for him. He looked fucking hot and damn It all to hell if the ice witch didn’t want him to drag her into his bedroom there and then. [break][break] But no, they were in a damn fight, and she’d given him the close combat he wanted. Clearly it was a mistake. He had such an upper hand that she couldn’t do much. And he’d toyed with her for most of the fight too (although it was fun).
[break][break] When the male’s gruff voice started asking her questions, holding a fist over her head, her pretty eyes narrowed at him. Damn the grip he had on her. There was no way she’d flip them over, not unless he wanted her on top.
[break][break] “Of course! What the fuck else do you think I live for?” She hissed at him in response, her chest heaving at how close he was. They really were way too bad for one another. Her mind was racing. And so was her lust. And her mana. She could give him Winter’s Kiss if she so wished to…Goddamn if there weren’t other people around, the things she wanted to do this man…
[break][break] "You gonna get off me or should I make you get off me?"
Post by Malcolm Watanabe❃ on Jul 5, 2020 20:23:00 GMT -5
Hearing her words he would smile...she had done well, and her answers were satisfactory to the Black Bull. So when she asked if he would get off of her, or would she have to make him...well he was not in the slightest bit embarrassed by his next words.
"Well...if anyone is getting off...I prefer to let my woman go first, and I will take mine after, I am a generous giver." The audacious demeanor and joking matter of the Black Bull captain was legendary in its own right, but as he stood up and stretched he outstretched a hand towards Rosalia and made a gesture for her to take it. WELL YOU LITTLE SHITS NOW HAVE A NEW BOSS TO TALK TO BESIDES ME. PLEASE CONGRATULATE ROSALIA BOREAS ON BECOMING THE VICE CAPTAIN OF THE BLACK FUCKIN' BULLS!" He would yell out and wait for everyone to cheer and whistle before looking at Rosalia. "Congrats...you earned this, now as I promised...I will be handing that drink I made to the squad tonight, good job...I am proud of you...Vice Captain." He laughed before looking at the rest of the people gathered around.
"ALRIGHT YOU FUCKS!!! I'M MAKING DINNER TONIGHT LET'S GET WASTED!"