OOC: So NOT Petty Theft btw. Anyway, another battle topic. I'll leave two spots open for two people to jump in if they want. JUST TWO. As a note, the current characters involved are pretty powerful, so if you join make sure yours can keep up.
BIC:
The library was deathly silent. It was after hours and the only people about were the few guards that kept watch on some of the more valuable books in the city's famous and extravagant library.
Hundreds of thousands of books lined the thousands of shelves in perfect order, patiently awaiting the coming day for their chance to be picked up by and read. A crescent moon filtered dim light through the large skylights as wind gently tapped against the glass panels.
Hidden under a table in the corner of a room a cat opened its eyes and stretched. It was black and entirely impossible to see in the blackness that hugged the floors and walls. Its face was somewhat silvery in color and sapphire-blue eyes stared sharply at its surroundings. The gray hair on the feline's face gave it an aged look, but it still carried with it utmost grace as it slicked out from under its hiding place.
Silently the cat walked along the walls, stopping occasionally and looking around. It would twitch its ears, which had tufts of fur on their tips, and would flick its tail; at the end of which were hairs that were a bit longer than the rest of its body. Swiftly, the animal climbed up one of the shelves and ran across the tops of the bookcases, occasionally jumping the gap of the hallway to the case on the other side. At one point it hopped down onto the back of a couch and then to the floor, narrowly avoiding the flashlight beam of one of the guards.
The cat rocketed across the room in a flash while the man spoke into a headset. Now in a hallway that was pitch black, the cat bloomed upward into a pillar of smoke, out of which walked a human figure. In the light of day the first thought that came to mind when anyway saw the figure was 'witch.' Indeed, she had the signature hat. Her long silver hair flew out behind her as she walked, wavy and wild. Her pale skin only slightly noticeable in the abyss of the hallway. Her leather boots made no noise as she walked; an enchantment she had put on them for this very mission. Her black cloak billowed out behind her and her black dress glided along the floor. A coal gray corset encased her torso and the loose ends of her long sleeves flowed like ribbons as she walked. Sapphire eyes locked on her prize, which lay ahead of her in glass case.
"I'm only borrowing it," she told herself again as she rounded the corner and hid behind another couch. "They'll get it back," her eyes darted about the room as she peered over the back of the sofa. "I wouldn't even have to do this if they just agreed to give it to me when I asked earlier." Leaning back down she removed her hat and began chanting as quietly as she could, making a few hand gestures while her eyes remained closed. After she had finished she immediately sprung up and placed her hat back on her head while walking across the room to the case with somewhat of a bounce to her step. The woman pointed a pale finger at the lock on the case; a spark of raw, blue magic flew from her finger to the lock.
Click.
Grinning, the witch opened the case and then stopped, knowing some trigger would be waiting inside; she figured it was lasers. With another short burst of arcane speech the book vanished from the case and into her hand. She closed the case and looked quite happily at the tome she now held, running her hand lovingly along its spine. "Oh, Sorena," she told herself. "You're good." So enthralled with her book was she that she failed to notice the guard who stepped into the room, which wouldn't have been a problem since Sorena had cast an illusion spell on the room while she was hiding behind the couch, making everything seem perfectly normal.
Only she side happily after opening the book.
"Who's there?" the man barked, flailing his flashlight beam in all directions. He took out a certain device and held it before him, alarmed to find that it was registering not only the presence of a spell but also of a magical entity. He blurted into his earpiece before saying, "I know you're in here," he began walking. "Surrender now."
Sorena bit her lip. She knew that places such as these would have quite competent and useful anti-magic equipment and weapons, well, competent and useful against people who weren't her.
She dropped the illusion, allowing the guard to see her standing there with book cradled in her arms. "I'm only borrowing it!" she tried in her defense. "I haven't seen this book since I was a little girl; would you please let this aging woman look at it?"
Indeed, the guard did not expect the intruder to be a woman of about fifty. (Though she looked forty.) "The book is extremely old, ma'am, I'm not buying your story. Now put it down and surrender quietly, I don't want to have to hurt you."
"I'm telling the truth!" she insisted. The woman was actually telling the truth. Her hopes of escaping through talk, however dim they were to begin with, died out at the arrival of the other guards, all aiming specialized weapons at her. "Oh, sod it."
In a flash a sword flew out of her sleeve and into her hand. The men opened fire as soon as they saw the weapon's glint, though they had found that their shots were stopped by a shield of blue magic. The tome vanished into her other sleeve and she slashed at one guard while a burst of lightning escaped other free hand into the chest of another, throwing him against a wall and into unconsciousness as books tumbled from the shelves. She ran at a guard who was going for a radio on his belt and solidly spin-kicked him in the side and stabbed the radio once it hit the floor.
A magically-aided backhand sent another guard flying after she shielded herself from more attacks. Leaving her directly in front of the last guard who clearly did not expect this much from the woman. They both stared at each other before Sorena leaned forward, flailing her arms and shouting "Expelliarmus!" One arm actually managed to smack the weapon out of his hand.
The man was left looking at her with crazed eyes that could only be read as, "What the hell was that?" Sorena herself seemed rather surprised but nonetheless brought her arms around and pushed the man down onto the floor.
"I'll bring it back!" she yelled after breaking into a sprint. Running to the front entrance of the building she held her hand up to the glass doors, which creaked and shattered before her. Again she was enveloped in Sorena-colored smoke and flew out of the ruined entrance in the form of a raven, with a similar color scheme to the cat. She was outside of the city limits within minutes but did not stop flying until dawn, landing in a small clearing that was nestled in a thick forest against the mountains.
The early morning light warmed her body as she re-assumed human form. Sitting on a stone she produced the book from the magical pocket within her sleeve and opened it, eager to read it.
OOC: GODS that was long... I had fun though. Anyway, if you are thinking of joining do wait until Yoshimitsu posts.
BIC:
The library was deathly silent. It was after hours and the only people about were the few guards that kept watch on some of the more valuable books in the city's famous and extravagant library.
Hundreds of thousands of books lined the thousands of shelves in perfect order, patiently awaiting the coming day for their chance to be picked up by and read. A crescent moon filtered dim light through the large skylights as wind gently tapped against the glass panels.
Hidden under a table in the corner of a room a cat opened its eyes and stretched. It was black and entirely impossible to see in the blackness that hugged the floors and walls. Its face was somewhat silvery in color and sapphire-blue eyes stared sharply at its surroundings. The gray hair on the feline's face gave it an aged look, but it still carried with it utmost grace as it slicked out from under its hiding place.
Silently the cat walked along the walls, stopping occasionally and looking around. It would twitch its ears, which had tufts of fur on their tips, and would flick its tail; at the end of which were hairs that were a bit longer than the rest of its body. Swiftly, the animal climbed up one of the shelves and ran across the tops of the bookcases, occasionally jumping the gap of the hallway to the case on the other side. At one point it hopped down onto the back of a couch and then to the floor, narrowly avoiding the flashlight beam of one of the guards.
The cat rocketed across the room in a flash while the man spoke into a headset. Now in a hallway that was pitch black, the cat bloomed upward into a pillar of smoke, out of which walked a human figure. In the light of day the first thought that came to mind when anyway saw the figure was 'witch.' Indeed, she had the signature hat. Her long silver hair flew out behind her as she walked, wavy and wild. Her pale skin only slightly noticeable in the abyss of the hallway. Her leather boots made no noise as she walked; an enchantment she had put on them for this very mission. Her black cloak billowed out behind her and her black dress glided along the floor. A coal gray corset encased her torso and the loose ends of her long sleeves flowed like ribbons as she walked. Sapphire eyes locked on her prize, which lay ahead of her in glass case.
"I'm only borrowing it," she told herself again as she rounded the corner and hid behind another couch. "They'll get it back," her eyes darted about the room as she peered over the back of the sofa. "I wouldn't even have to do this if they just agreed to give it to me when I asked earlier." Leaning back down she removed her hat and began chanting as quietly as she could, making a few hand gestures while her eyes remained closed. After she had finished she immediately sprung up and placed her hat back on her head while walking across the room to the case with somewhat of a bounce to her step. The woman pointed a pale finger at the lock on the case; a spark of raw, blue magic flew from her finger to the lock.
Click.
Grinning, the witch opened the case and then stopped, knowing some trigger would be waiting inside; she figured it was lasers. With another short burst of arcane speech the book vanished from the case and into her hand. She closed the case and looked quite happily at the tome she now held, running her hand lovingly along its spine. "Oh, Sorena," she told herself. "You're good." So enthralled with her book was she that she failed to notice the guard who stepped into the room, which wouldn't have been a problem since Sorena had cast an illusion spell on the room while she was hiding behind the couch, making everything seem perfectly normal.
Only she side happily after opening the book.
"Who's there?" the man barked, flailing his flashlight beam in all directions. He took out a certain device and held it before him, alarmed to find that it was registering not only the presence of a spell but also of a magical entity. He blurted into his earpiece before saying, "I know you're in here," he began walking. "Surrender now."
Sorena bit her lip. She knew that places such as these would have quite competent and useful anti-magic equipment and weapons, well, competent and useful against people who weren't her.
She dropped the illusion, allowing the guard to see her standing there with book cradled in her arms. "I'm only borrowing it!" she tried in her defense. "I haven't seen this book since I was a little girl; would you please let this aging woman look at it?"
Indeed, the guard did not expect the intruder to be a woman of about fifty. (Though she looked forty.) "The book is extremely old, ma'am, I'm not buying your story. Now put it down and surrender quietly, I don't want to have to hurt you."
"I'm telling the truth!" she insisted. The woman was actually telling the truth. Her hopes of escaping through talk, however dim they were to begin with, died out at the arrival of the other guards, all aiming specialized weapons at her. "Oh, sod it."
In a flash a sword flew out of her sleeve and into her hand. The men opened fire as soon as they saw the weapon's glint, though they had found that their shots were stopped by a shield of blue magic. The tome vanished into her other sleeve and she slashed at one guard while a burst of lightning escaped other free hand into the chest of another, throwing him against a wall and into unconsciousness as books tumbled from the shelves. She ran at a guard who was going for a radio on his belt and solidly spin-kicked him in the side and stabbed the radio once it hit the floor.
A magically-aided backhand sent another guard flying after she shielded herself from more attacks. Leaving her directly in front of the last guard who clearly did not expect this much from the woman. They both stared at each other before Sorena leaned forward, flailing her arms and shouting "Expelliarmus!" One arm actually managed to smack the weapon out of his hand.
The man was left looking at her with crazed eyes that could only be read as, "What the hell was that?" Sorena herself seemed rather surprised but nonetheless brought her arms around and pushed the man down onto the floor.
"I'll bring it back!" she yelled after breaking into a sprint. Running to the front entrance of the building she held her hand up to the glass doors, which creaked and shattered before her. Again she was enveloped in Sorena-colored smoke and flew out of the ruined entrance in the form of a raven, with a similar color scheme to the cat. She was outside of the city limits within minutes but did not stop flying until dawn, landing in a small clearing that was nestled in a thick forest against the mountains.
The early morning light warmed her body as she re-assumed human form. Sitting on a stone she produced the book from the magical pocket within her sleeve and opened it, eager to read it.
OOC: GODS that was long... I had fun though. Anyway, if you are thinking of joining do wait until Yoshimitsu posts.