The cold ones
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At the end of a disaster that wiped out nearly all of mankind, two species emerge from the shadows, one of fire, the other of ice. They they have begun a conversion of the remaining humans, creating the firekin and the cold ones. These humans-turned-nonhumans are even greater than their creators, but have been caught up in the war just the same. One, the great Enigma, is on a quest to stop the war by taking as many humans, firekin, and cold ones as she can and teaching them to live,fight, and hope together. She hunts those who are broken and afraid, and she takes them, whether they like it or not. You live in this world, and you are trying to survive….
IN CASE IT WASN'T CLEAR, THIS IS THE RP
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IN CASE IT WASN'T CLEAR, THIS IS THE RP
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Eni smiled. She’d gotten what she wanted. “Oh my, did you not like that?” she swung her other foot with surprising force into the younger girl’s jaw. “That was interesting, how they all just froze for a second there- even you!” she laughed. “I mean, I had heard, but this test went so well!” her wings swung out, invisible, and slammed hard into Blaise.
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Blaise dropped the girl’s shoulder, her eyes narrowing at the hybrid in disguise when she smiled. “Shuttup-” She jerked back but unable to dodge the inevitable kick that came, clipping her chin off to the side where her hair flew up and over her face. Pyralis, still drawn hummed angrily sending a buzz down the girl’s forearm. Blaise used the force of the hybrid’s kick to land her hands on the ground behind her feet, performing and odd back-flip while pointing her toes to try and return the kick to the fake’s face. She landed in a crouch, a flurry of red flaming hair with her hands–one holding Pyralis, raised just in front of her face. “Well, well, look’s like the little freak isn’t a mental case completely.” She spat, angered by how relaxed she had let herself get around the hybrid. Pyralis was mad at her too, sending flaming sparks up and down her arm as a type of punishment. She wouldn’t let it happen again. “C’mon then, half-breed, if you really want to pick a fight on my turf be my lovely guest.” Her mouth twisted in a smile as her gold eyes leered out from under her bangs.
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Eni pivoted in the air to avoid the kick. “Oh, please. This wasn’t about you, Blaise. This was about him, and he’s dead.” a blast of fire and ice- she was off, taking to the air. “I’m sorry to cut this short, but I’m not quite ready to meet the family.” and with that she took the shape of a bird.
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Damien snapped his head around, sensing a large spike of firekin energy “What is this? What drama unfolds over yonder? Mayhap I should investigate….but can’t get too close …” He bounced to his feet and headed towards the source of the energy, practically gliding over the ground.Upon getting near, he climbed a tree on the edge of the village and saw two girls fighting. The one with the blazing sword was clearly the one he’d sensed….but the other.. .the other……
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Blaise watched as the other girl smoothly dodged, stumbling back a few feet from the force of ice and flame scorching the walkway as she took off, shifting into that of a bird. Adrenaline laced through the red haired girl, pumping through her veins in a way she felt the only way to get it out would be punching something. “Aw damn.” She shoved her bangs back irritably, biting her lip as she mulled over what just happened. Hybrid come back to town. Hybrid harass and kill random dude. Hybrid ruin <i>my</i> house before using a type of emotional technique to easily take her leave. Blaise transitioned from biting her lip to biting her tongue, tasting the coppery blood. “Well partner, you proud of yourself?” A huff came out, and she couldn’t stop her sword-wielding hand from knocking Pyralis against the side of a building, making a loud clang. “Shut the hell up! And as if you’re one to talk, I heard the way you screamed back in that sword fight with the hybrid. Not that she was using an even proper <i>sword</i>. What is it, Pyralis? Do you need a hot massage at the forge? Maybe get a couple of sheets of metal to your blade for protection? You’re supposed to be a family heirloom of the greatest firekin here! Not some wuss.” She crowed angrily, not caring how conceited she sounded in front of the rest of the firekin who probably believed they were all much more stronger than her–it was just how the race worked. “Stop it. You’re causing an unwanted scene. Let’s go back to the house and discuss this with the general. It’s about time we realize we clearly do not have this under control.”Â
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Eni winged her way back over to the ‘base’. “Gekido. Stop that. Help me.” she said as she morphed back into her usual form. There were cuts, still bleeding, all over, not that it seemed to be hindering or bothering her…
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Having seen the younger looking one use ice and fire…that worried Damien. He decided he’d avoid her. Watching the firekin rant provided little entertainment. Damien left with great haste.
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A few hours later, Damien detected a number of firekin….and amongst them, a single cold one. “A prisoner? Hmmm….this warrants investigation, possibly a rescue mission.” He grinned, his grey eyes shining with anticipation
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“We need to move. I’m sure Blaise is quite angry and I am a bit concerned that she’ll involve her father.” Eni muttered, snapping and changing clothes.
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Damien was close. He spotted a small, apparently deserted town up ahead, but he could sense those he had sensed before. Taking on multiple firekin was not something that Damien was worried about. He drew his ice blade.
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Night was falling, and all the lights in town began to turn on. “Start packing!” Eni ordered.
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*using the night as cover, he sprinted from shadow to shadow, getting ever closer to the building in which he could sense the cold one*
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Eni looked up, her senses flaring. “Who’s there?” she called.
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Damien swore and approached the door, standing just to the side of it “none of your business, lady” he whispered.
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“Well you’re in my city so it is my business.” she replied, walking out with a bandage roll.