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Post by Laevith on Oct 18, 2015 19:54:39 GMT -5
Laevith isn't usually easily surprised, but being interrupted in her train of thought by a whisper in her ear was. Well. She didn't jump, but she did pull out a knife and whirl around, her sheer veil swishing. "That's not any of your business, is it?" She said, giving the woman who approached her a quick once-over. Doesn't look like much of a threat, but that means nothing. "You know my name, why not grace me with yours?" She added, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by Laevith on Oct 18, 2015 20:35:12 GMT -5
Laevith tightened her grip on the cloak, baring her teeth in a slight snarl. There was something about Jeu that made her uneasy, the feeling that... That... She felt the arm holding her knife dangling at her side and she faintly heard it clatter to the ground. She struggled to tear her eyes away from the candles to meet Jeu's eyes to glare at her, but she couldn't. "I- I'd love to play a game," she heard herself saying.
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Post by Laevith on Oct 18, 2015 22:59:58 GMT -5
Laevith gasped, blinking her eyes repeatedly, then snarling. "You- why would you do that?!" She cried out, clutching the cloak tightly to her chest. She shook her head, then glared at Jeu. "Alright then, let's play a guessing game. Riddles, or something of the like."
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Post by Laevith on Oct 19, 2015 21:00:12 GMT -5
Laevith had been trying to keep a level head about this mess she was suddenly in, wanting to resolve this peacefully. That all flew out the window when Jeu, with a snap of her fingers, snatched her precious cloak out of her hand and placed it between the two.
"I'll play your game, dear," she snarled, trying to open a portal to access her weapons to no avail.
"And if I win, my cloak won't be the only thing I'll be taking," she said, glaring at Jeu. Then, changing her tone to a mockingly sweet one, added,
"I would like to add something to my collection as well."
There was hair covering her face, and she couldn't see her eyes clearly; or she would've been through with this whole mess before she started. In hindsight, a "battle game" might have been a better choice, but Laevith couldn't have known what Jeu's combat abilities were, if at all.
"Ready when you are," she finished with an exaggerated hand flourish.
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Post by Laevith on Oct 20, 2015 2:44:59 GMT -5
Laevith's eyes flickered around the room uneasily as Jeu's disembodied voice echoed around her, but a corner of her mouth twitched in up a small smile when she heard the riddle. Starting with an easier one, then. An evaluation. "If my memory is correct," she said softly, "the answer is an egg." That has been the answer to an almost identical riddle she used to tell friends, after all.
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Post by Laevith on Oct 20, 2015 17:47:50 GMT -5
Laevith could see that Jeu had appraised her and come to a conclusion, and while that wouldn't bother her in actual combat, it made her uneasy in this created realm. She understood the dangers of fighting another in their own creation, after all. Tilting her head, Laevith blinked owlishly at Jeu.
"My understanding of the English language is not the best, I admit, but is the answer 'you' or 'why'?" she murmured hesitantly, flicking the end of her tail. She reached a hand behind her and touched the other knife she had on her. She couldn't lose this game... but she doesn't believe that she could win, either.
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Post by Laevith on Oct 21, 2015 16:33:47 GMT -5
((Nah man no worries, don't be sorry))
Laevith clenched her teeth and suppressed a growl. Even if her answers could be right, it was also wrong. Jeu was just stringing her along, watching her reactions and thoroughly enjoying the show. 'The game could've ended there,' she thought viciously. 'But she's playing with me like a cat with its prey.'
"Alright, then," she sighed at last, glaring at Jeu. "Let's get this over with, shall we?"
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Post by Laevith on Oct 21, 2015 21:02:56 GMT -5
Laevith looked around once again, eyes wide. Her first thought was about how stupid she had been to challenge this woman to riddles. After all, she had never said anything against a game of combat, and she might've had a better chance then a game of a one-sided game of riddles.
'Water? What does this have anything to do with how he was hung?' she thought. It didn't make any sense. She slithered slowly around the man, knowing that it was an illusion yet still a bit reluctant to actually touch anything. She reached a hand out hesitantly, ghosting along the man's arm, then inspected the bare walls.
"Did... did he use magic, perhaps?" she murmured quietly in defeat, knowing that Jeu could hear every word. "Propelled himself up with the water?" She had lost, and her answer was flimsy at best. She stood still, waiting for the winner to come and gloat in that mockingly sympathetic way. She hated being a sore loser, but sometimes... well. She wrapped her hand slowly around her knife and stared straight ahead.
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Post by Laevith on Oct 21, 2015 22:24:57 GMT -5
Laevith growled, eyes flickering around the room wildly until her gaze settled on Jeu when she appeared. Ice? That’s right… she’d forgotten about ice, a generally rare luxury in her hometown. She squeezed her eyes shut, irked at her own stupidity, and when she opened them again, they were back in the room.
“...Barbaric?” she murmured in the same tone, except there was barely masked anger underlying the single word. Throwing caution to the wind, she unsheathed her knife and lunged at the other woman. She buried the knife in Jeu’s chest, who seemed to be preoccupied with her the cloak, and pulled the knife back out with a satisfying shink.
“Let me tell you something,” she said, glancing about. She didn’t expect the shrewd woman to die that easily or stay dead if she had succeeded, but she’d be lying if she said that it hadn't satisfying.
“It’s not just regular snakeskin, it was made from one of my species,” she said, bending down and running a finger along the cloak which was still in Jeu’s grasp. She summoned a with her other hand sickle from one of her portals, which were working again now that they were out of the created space.
“They were...Oh well, you wouldn’t want to hear this anyways.” She sighed and raised the sickle high, rolling her eyes, then brought it down towards Jeu’s neck in a single swift motion.
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Post by Laevith on Oct 22, 2015 0:02:57 GMT -5
She knew that Jeu had to have some failsafe, but Laevith couldn't help but feel disappointed. She didn't want to admit it, but Jeu was right about the ownership of the cloak, as far as she could see. Shaking her head slightly, she lowered her knife and straightened up. If Jeu could dematerialize like that, there's no way to kill her properly, anyways. There were ways of getting revenge without the risk of her getting revived, of course, but like she had said, she could always come back for more.
"You've beaten me, then," she drawled, putting away her weapon and throwing her hands up in a crude mockery of surrender. She picked the cloak up slowly, sighing, running her hands along the seams wistfully once more, then holding it out towards Jeu. She had spent so much time finding this one, too… She went through so much trouble finding it and ruined some of her favorite clothes while doing so. Her thoughts wandered to one of her storerooms, where she was slowly reclaiming what she could of her comrades from those wretched humans. Something of equal or more value to her? That wouldn’t be a problem.
“Don’t you worry,” she said quietly, raising her eyebrows. “I will get it back.” She formed a portal, larger than the ones she had summoned weapons from, and slithered through it. In the meantime, she will find more, and when she does, she’ll make the humans pay for what they did.
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