Re: Tis But A Scratch (Helle/Uriel, Semi-Open)

Wed Jul 22, 2020 5:25 pm

Tis But A Scratch (Helle/Uriel, Semi-Open) - Page 2 ZnehDGG

Helle Armstrong

Helle’s focus is on Uriel, but her thoughts are constantly moving. There are multiple factors at play here, some taking effect immediately while others lied in wait for their true purpose to be announced. And, as much of a genius as others felt her, Helle could not let the lingering balls of flames atop the water escape her worry. For what purpose do they exist? Is she in danger? Yet, she could not let her thoughts drift away like a log at sea so easily for her opponent still persists above her, his magnificent heat working once more as blazing fiery balls appeared around him to intercept her own bountiful exertion of Reishi Manipulated water bubbles. Of course, her attack being normal water against his energy powered attacks meant that he would obviously overpower her, but the strength of her attack came from the multitudes that they encroached towards him with. He could not deal with every bubble bullet.

Huh? Suddenly, the giant orbs of flames above the water erupted. She didn’t sense much power within them, but once her eyes were blinded by their bright light, their true use revealed itself to her. Her eyes could only see white light as sickening colored dots began to dance in her vision forcing her to pause in her movement and place her forearm against her face in dazed aggravation. Some of her attacks landed feeling like condensed bullets bouncing against his skin, but they would do nothing more but bruise someone at Uriel’s level.

His attack, however, lit up the sea. Helle felt her body heating up uncomfortably high as her skin started to blister and peel. However, her body dropped into the water underneath, sinking downward expediently due to the weight of her armor to escape Uriel’s fiery wrath. The water she fell down in, though, became hot due to Uriel’s attack. Luckily, she is sinking at such speeds that the icy depths are quick to soothe her burning skin. Down she allowed herself to go, holding her breath as her thoughts became as vast as the waters she felt crashing down around her. She felt excited, strangely enough, but she did not break from the water’s surface and continued traveling downwards wondering if Uriel heat could reach her this far.

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Wed Jul 22, 2020 6:58 pm

Tis But A Scratch (Helle/Uriel, Semi-Open) - Page 2 Rsz_saber

Uriel Sancroix | Knight of Two

There was almost a warrior spirit of satisifaction which derived from the explosive displays. How could he not take some level of joy from the web he had laid, it was a series of techniques which had brought down quite a number of enemies in his hay day. Even with the bruising he sustained from her barrage, he would think he won that trade. But all of that would soon change as he noticed something odd, something which immediately set alarms off in his head.

As the woman fell into the water below to be swallow'd by the depths, a worry if not panic set to his senses. He was an experienced soldier, but something he fear'd as did many of his comrades was one thing: fratricide. To kill one's own, or seriously injury them due to negligence. He hadn't thought the attack strong enough to kill her, but he did place a considerable amount into the technique along with the sun.. it caused some concern. It was why the words which escaped his mouth came out, loud and clear. A level of worry holding onto his voice.

"Helle... Helle!"

The second time he shouted her name, he would spring into action. The flames would extinguish themselves as he released his hold on the spiritual particles keeping him afloat. He would be hurtling into a swan dive into the water, his body posed to split the water like an arrow. Someone of his mass and form should shoot like a bullet down in it, as his senses tugged trying to find her in the icy depths. His skin steadily cooling down, as blue irises searched for emeralds. As he caught her form, a hand extended. He was clad in full armor, able to swim due to superior muscles mass.

But from Helle's perspective this man was extending a hand in haste towards her, his facial features if she could capture them one of worry. His eyes said it all: Take my hand.

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Wed Jul 22, 2020 7:47 pm

Helle Armstrong

Cold. Her thoughts couldn’t help but focus on the sensation of being completely submerged, water slipping in between the gaps in her armor, the darkness seeping into her mind. It’s akin to being crushed under an infinite weight, yet completely impossible to truly gauge. Do people who drown think such things? When the light fades from view, do they even have time to ponder? It is all so fascinating if she is to be completely honest with herself. Though, she has little time to allow herself to experience anything too similar. One can only hold their breath for so long, and she is unsure if she could perform anything similar to fish. Her armor is only dragging her downwards as well.

Then, there is a splash from above, but she is unable to decipher it amidst the water that floods her ears. How is she supposed to know that her adversary had decided that he had pushed their exchange too far? That’s impossible. In her mind, she has been pushed to using unorthodox tactics, and has been on the receiving end this whole spar. That must change, and she shall usher unto Uriel that change. As he plummets downwards reaching for her as if her saving grace, he will feel the waters about him change, stir, disturbed by a rising presence. The Reiatsu around Helle begins to grow quickly like the rapids that flow downstreams. Suddenly, the waters stir, encircling around her person as the deeps they both commit to light up with a spectral glow. Suddenly the dark blues and blacks around them become an orchestra of colors ranging from green, to violet, to sky blues and dark blues, and to a dazzling whiteness that all dance together in unison like a ballet. The energy around Uriel become foriegn and unfamiliar before becoming what he could only perceive as Helle herself. She can feel him diving downwards towards her now. He is in her domain. He is bearing witness to her power blossoming to its heightened potential, and with a single word, he shall know what has occurred.

“Mikhael.” One who is like God.

Her eyes open, a dazzling emerald green that glows brightly and clearly despite the darkness encroaching around her. Yet, quickly, that darkness is banished by her own light that emerged from back and caressed Uriel. And, in moments, she is before the large man without warning, an impossibility to tell when she had moved due to the very nature of her Vollständig making her one with the Reishi all around them. Her hand would caress his cheek gently and a small smile would play on her face. How humorous that he thought her in actual danger.

Below them, the Reishi within the water moved and shifted before forming a giant hand right underneath the both of them that pushed them upwards against gravity until they broke free from the sea and stood above its surface on her creation. Still, all around them, these magnificent colors continued to play, stretching outward for a whole mile. She is but a beacon of immense power at the moment, and he is but one of the few to bear witness to Helle’s greatness.

“I daresay, Uriel. You are quite the extravagant man.” All around them, the Reishi shifted before multiple large spears hung over both their heads, still like a picture waiting for but one single command. “Tell me, shall we continue, or has your act of chivalry left you tired?”

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Thu Jul 23, 2020 4:28 am

Uriel Sancroix | Knight of Two

"It'll be best we stop."

The man would speak to her in a low baritone, his blue irises staring at her with a stone gaze. Even as the world seemed to change around them with her release, he held the utmost calm. In truth he knew if this went on she could very well best him, or vice versa, but the fallout from such a battle would become far more dangerous to those nearby. It was why he insisted on them ending this endeavor.

It was perhaps ironic his name was Uriel, the fire of God, and her Vollständig was Mikhael. But he wouldn't dwell on such things. Instead his blue irises would move upwards to stare at the spear lifting his hand upwards towards them. A half opened fist, which closed tightly as he sighed beginning to deactivate his release. The flames which threatened to burst from his skin slowly dying down around him, placing his sword within it's sheathe.

Wordlessly, he'd begin to make his way towards the shoreside. What else did he need to say in the moment as he managed to float down to the shoreline, notable not soaked anymore. He seemed to be radiating heat, like a human furnace which seemed to be burning in overdrive despite his calm appearance. A hand was brought upwards to run through his hair sweeping it back, before casting a look at Helle.

"I'm almost insulted. I hope the spar was to your liking, Armstrong."

He'd offer a dry chuckle, as he began to adjust his clothing. He didn't want to appear like a bag of dicks, especially with all the movements and swimming he had to do. In truth, he disliked having to worry so much of the wellbeing of another ally, it brought back unpleasant memories. Scars which seemed to run deeper than the thick skin he had developed. But for the time being, he seemed content with ending things here.

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Fri Jul 24, 2020 3:59 am

Helle Armstrong

Best they stop? Well, it is hard to hide any form of disappointment. There are little to no times where Helle has used her grand power in combat. It seems this shall also prove a fruitless endeavor for her. That is just how life is. The strong are rarely allowed to express themselves in such manners without consequences, and surely, their bout would have caught the attention of all that lived within the City of Lights. Helle’s mind may not be particularly caring of such, but they are both glad that Uriel’s thoughts do.

“Very well.” Came her voice as Uriel moved away and the spears above vanished. Her eyes moved to the platform she had pulled from the island, and after landing on it, she began to draw back to its original position, Reishi in the air reconnecting the land as if they had never been separated. That is when her Vol powered down, dissipating the cloak of aura around herself. Which, of course, leaves her a bit breathless for only a moment before she moves herself towards Uriel once more.

“It has been a while since I have been allowed to fool around as such. I must say, however, one should be careful when aiming their blade in such a manner. I fear for the Vandenreich if we had severely injured one another.”

Her small smile didn’t seem to share such worried thoughts though. She had had fun. But, as her face wrinkled, she suddenly seemed uncomfortable. Ugh. She can feel the salty water all over her person. It’s in her armor and her hair and her eyes and her… everywhere. “Gods, I am wet.” She muttered before chuckling loudly at her stupid quip, a snort escaping from her nose as she covered her mouth with a gloved hand. Bleh. Her armor is going to need cleaning. Wait, her armor! Serathiel!

Moving quickly over to the shore, she held her hand out and focused. It only took a matter of seconds, however, for her rapier to appear from the sea and speedily replace itself within her grasp. Ah, that’s better. Now, she turns back to Uriel and nods at him with a satisfied smirk.

“Now, let us head back, yes?”

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Fri Jul 24, 2020 9:40 am

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The City of Light's felt like the most painful place on Earth.

As a Sueki, the bright morning sun already made Mimi feel so terribly sluggish and weak, but to have it just, reflecting everywhere like a gosh darn beam of death had forced her hand into donning her favorite Louis Vuitton sunglasses and a black umbrella to combat the sun. Not to mention how uncomfortable that crowded plane was, granted her seat buddy did allow her to take the window seat and she repaid him by crossing her legs sweetly and allowing him to gaze, not touch, without complaints. That didn't do much to lessen her bad mood, however. She had gotten a call from her division back home, saying that a letter had arrived for her. It was one oddity enough for a letter to arrive for her of all people, even more weird that it was apparently about Anton. She had rushed home to see this damned object herself, feeling cold in her veins. It consisted of cutout words from various magazines, detailing the supposed whereabouts of him in some place called "The City of Lights". When she saw it, her body went into overdrive, feeling hot with rage as she tore it up and immediately booked a flight to this damned place, her patience on a thin, thin thread, a usual when it came to Anton.

Why he, another Sueki, would come to this bright clusterfuck, was a mystery to Maria, and so was the reason someone decided to give her the tip in the first place. Was it risky? Yes. Did she care? No, no she didn't. At this point she'd take any hints she could get, but that didn't stop her from being irritated from it. Navigating through the crowd at the airport was easy, so was shooting down the men, and some women, that walked up to her and walked with purpose towards the main road. The click clacking of her heels rang in her ears as she strutted around the city chained to the Earth. Her skirt swished around her thighs as the white haired woman looked around at the bright, bright areas, sipping her iced mocha latte. While the letter did mention he was supposed to be here, they didn't say where. The sun made her feel like she was melting, even with her umbrella blocking the most of it. Mimi frowned and glanced at her smartphone for the time. 9:34am With a loud sip of her drink, the sueki gave herself until the afternoon before she gave in for the daytime.

Two hours later Mimi was almost absolutely positive she was melting.

The woman was collapsed on a bench on the outskirts of the city, just exhausted. Even social butterflies have their limits, not to mention being so openly upset just drained her energy even more. Honestly, if she could angle her umbrella at just the right spot, she'd take a nap on this bench, she didn't care where she was she just needed some damn rest. Just as she was about to commit this atrocious crime against her better judgement, she saw a flicker of yellow in the sky that wasn't the ugly sun. Readjusting her sunglasses and squinting, Maria caught the glint of metal and then when everything came to a halting slow, she saw it. Or rather, her. Her exhaustion momentarily forgotten, Mimi released a girlish squeal and grabbed her umbrella as she bolted off the bench, waving at the sky like she would notice her. "HELLE!" The white haired woman's energy seemed to come back at her in a burst, the previous thoughts of a hideous crime forgotten as she skipped to where she thought she saw the woman heading to on the platform. What was she doing out there? Even better question, what was she doing in this city?! In all her excitement, the thought never crossed her mind that the last time they met she had altered her appearance to be that of a normal human. Instead she continued girlishly squealing for the blonde warrior to notice her.

"MY CHICKPEA~"

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Sat Aug 01, 2020 1:07 am

Uriel Sancroix | Knight of Two

There was a lot Uriel could say in the moment, but taking a moment to simply conduct himself properly would go a distance. As the effects of the battle wore of on him, the effects of the sun seemed to be reaching their pinnacle. His eyes squinted as he looked upwards briefly, taking a slow breath before exhaling. It was a shame really they had to stop, because had this fight kept going he would certainly brimming with power. But at that point, it'd be more dangerous than instructive.

All of that was soon rendered mute as the sound of a voice seemed to gain his attention, a rather effeminate lady would make herself known. Calling the name of his officer, and then some... possessive term? Affectionate? Yeah that seemed to be it, as he half expected her to run towards Helle and hug her. The mental image causing his eyes to close as a soft one breath chuckle escaped his lips. His hand would raise to his shoulder as he brushed the the material, any remaining water now long gone as it dried up.

He supposed it would be on Helle to make introductions, or dismiss him. Whichever one came first as azure eyes shifted over to Helle awaiting her response.

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Sat Aug 01, 2020 5:56 pm

Helle Armstrong

Ah. She will require an extensive shower to clean herself of this fishy and salty smell. Though, either way, she would not have returned to her office as damaged as she is anyhow. Maybe she should take the rest of the day off, catch up on her work another time. That still leaves what to do with Uriel. He has served his purpose this morning. She desired for a nice time to flex her abilities, and despite not being able to go all out, she had enjoyed their little exercise. It has increased her faith in his capabilities, and she knows now, herself, that he will prove a sufficient ally and play a great role as a soldier for the Vandenreich. She is soon to dismiss him until hearing a familiar voice screaming a familiar nickname.

She is far from the flustered woman that she was when they had first met. Helle now stands in a rather intimidating manner that would have most of the lesser members of the Vandenreich standing at attention. Doubtfully, Maria would show the woman the proper respect at this moment. Maria hardly knows anything about Helle and her true life. Armored and mentally steeled, Helle simply threw her gaze towards the approaching woman who’s form has changed greatly. At first, it was surprising, but as with Helle, Maria had simply kept something important to herself a secret during their first encounter. Now, they are both out in the open on full display for each other to truly access.

“Ah, Maria. Welcome. I did not expect to ever see you stepping upon my City’s grounds.” Her emerald gaze is soft as she turns to Uriel and nods her head. “You are dismissed, Uriel. Do with your day as you please. It seems I have company.”

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Mon Aug 10, 2020 10:22 pm

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Maria really shouldn't be running after nearly dying on that bench over there, but Helle didn't need to know that. Her smile was almost as bright as the sun as she skidded to a stop in front of the blonde like a kid who could barely control themselves from grabbing their favorite candy. "Hi Helle! Wow, you look, like, super stern right now. It's kinda hot? But like, dangerous?" Mimi hummed to herself as she gripped her chin and moved around the blonde to take in her appearance. A full suit of armor compared to her girlish fashion last time they met was such a stark contrast, but hey at least she looked good. The stony face really doesn't suit her, she looks way cuter when she's got a small smile on her pretty face. The memory tore a giggle from her that was abruptly stopped when she heard Helle address someone else. There was someone here other than them? That's when she noticed the hulking mass of a blonde man that nearly made her drop her poor. expensive umbrella.

With a shaking finger, Maria pointed, quite rudely, at the man like he was some kind of exotic animal. "In all my years of living...I've never seen something like you! Are you even human?!" In her horror, the white haired woman had hid behind Helle's slightly taller figure, like the other blonde could protect her. I mean, she did dismiss this dude, that means she's gotta be way better right? If a fight broke out, she was totally putting her money on Helle, her stony face could break a mountain. Committed to the Helle protection, Mimi blew a raspberry at the man. "Please don't tell me this is the guy the dress was for? I didn't know you were into giants!"

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Mon Aug 17, 2020 8:43 am

Uriel Sancroix | Knight of Two

Well that was a way to end his day with the Captain, not that it was overly rood. She did have company to attend to, but he'd have like to at least be introduced rather than dismissed. A respectful nod of the head was given before the thin smile etched on his lips broke into a wide grin at the response of the little lady. He had gotten that reaction a few times in his life, and it didn't bother him. He was, after all, an extraordinary human being for all extensive purposes.

So with her pointing a shaky finger at him, now hiding behind Helle, he'd lean on his sword with it's tip in the ground. "I'm like a solid fifty percent human but," He'd lift a hand up to his mouth with his fingers extended upwards in the playful whispering gesture. "Pretty sure the other half might be like alien or something, dunno." He'd reply jokingly before dropping his hand letting out a small laugh, despite his height and build he seemed to hold an ounce of intimidation to him. He'd begin to sheath his sword, the smile lines on his face creasing slightly as he squinted looking up at the sky towards the sun.

"Considerin' I've never seen the Captain outside a uniform, I'm probably not the lucky guy." He'd add on as he shifted his gaze from the sky, beginning to lift a hand to wave goodbye. "It was a good sparin' session Captain, and it was fun to meet your friend. Oh, I'm Uriel by the way."

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