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(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Sun Feb 18 2024]
In The Hometown Diner's Dining Room
This room is both cozy and fairly modern in style, with oak panelling along the bottom half of the walls, while the top has been painted a rich, bright shade of white. Open windows on the eastern wall look out over the diner's pergola and firepit, offering a gorgeous view past that of the horizon to diners. The tables are spread out around the room so that the waitstaff can easily make their way to all diners, and the smell of home cooking fills the air at all hours of the day.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Tio are we not allies today?" Angelique asks dryly of Solomon. "Or is this how you choose to accept my invitation for a meal?" She gestures behind her, vaguely, to the shadows of the Diner.
Solomon says "Apparently, cousin, we are not. I admit... This is odd, to be on opposite sides. Are we not allies?"
Solomon smiles. "You understand, my niece. This is Venice. If I want to render you in my power, it will not be in a diner, and I will enjoy it a great deal more."
"I did think so," Angelique replies but she waves a hand and says, "This likely will not end if we do not do something. Pero, it does tell me," she calls, across the darkness. "That we need to define our terms, si? After I take you out." As if she has a chance, against the far stronger sorcerer.
"Oh, my dear," Solomon tells Angelique with a laugh. He chants, low: and then there's some power, clutching at Angelique's heart -- some psychic lance of fire. "You are not going to defeat me. But perhaps I do need to put you in my power. This curse weakens you," he says. "I will break it."
Angelique grits her teeth, but the soft grunt of exertion to avoid those flames can be heard anyway, as she slides to the side. She's clumsy in the nightmare; perhaps her claims of not being any good at combat are true, indeed. But she nocks another arrow to her bow as she tries to steady her stance. "I'll be strong enough soon enough," she asserts.
Now some chant -- Solomon's hands, spread, and then low red eyes. "Do not trifle with me," he says to her. He doesn't step forward, as red fire lances through the nightmare. "I am here to improve you, my dear. To make you better -- to give you the power you need and have lost."
Alexander gazes around "What the hell is going on here...?"
"Trifle, Tio?" Angelique asks, with an arch of brow, though the expression holds nowhere near it's normal weight as she's forced again to duck and dodge. "Is that what this is?" The tone might be taken for mockery or even satire, if there wasn't so much depth behind it. "I don't mock," she growls out. "But I do... expect respect, Tio." Her arrow fires, weaker still than the last two, in her efforts to defend herself.
And then a slash through the air, and with it an arc of fire towards Angelique. "Respect?" Solomon asks. "I have deep respect -- that is why I am making you better!"
This time, that fire breaks over her, and while her defenses keep her from actually being burned, there's very visible recognition on Angelique's face that she's getting nowhere here. That she's going to fail. That she'll fall, and soon. But it doesn't stop one last frantic shot being sent his way, as she struggles to keep her footing. "Si," she manages to grit, through clenched teeth. "Then lets talk."
"Si," Solomon replies to Angelique. Mockery, perhaps, as he comes close to her, and that fire blooms again. "Talk, indeed."
Alexander says "...Oh "
"Is that not what you want? You know it's what I have been asking for, since the last time you broke into my home..." Angelique manages to curl a hint of laughter into those words, though there's nothing about her that's laughing as she struggles with the flames, and struggles just to keep standing. Pride holds her in place though, and anger sends that last arrow shooting his way, unwilling to concede before she must.
"Perhaps I just need to break into it again!" Solomon tells Angelique, and then splayed fingers and fire sprays. "I hear your altar is delightful: I may bind you there."
Angelique fades out of the nightmare.
A Battle In The Nightmare 240219
(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Sun Feb 18 2024]
In The Hometown Diner's Dining Room
This room is both cozy and fairly modern in style, with oak panelling along the bottom half of the walls, while the top has been painted a rich, bright shade of white. Open windows on the eastern wall look out over the diner's pergola and firepit, offering a gorgeous view past that of the horizon to diners. The tables are spread out around the room so that the waitstaff can easily make their way to all diners, and the smell of home cooking fills the air at all hours of the day.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Tio are we not allies today?" Angelique asks dryly of Solomon. "Or is this how you choose to accept my invitation for a meal?" She gestures behind her, vaguely, to the shadows of the Diner.
Solomon says "Apparently, cousin, we are not. I admit... This is odd, to be on opposite sides. Are we not allies?"
Solomon smiles. "You understand, my niece. This is Venice. If I want to render you in my power, it will not be in a diner, and I will enjoy it a great deal more."
"I did think so," Angelique replies but she waves a hand and says, "This likely will not end if we do not do something. Pero, it does tell me," she calls, across the darkness. "That we need to define our terms, si? After I take you out." As if she has a chance, against the far stronger sorcerer.
"Oh, my dear," Solomon tells Angelique with a laugh. He chants, low: and then there's some power, clutching at Angelique's heart -- some psychic lance of fire. "You are not going to defeat me. But perhaps I do need to put you in my power. This curse weakens you," he says. "I will break it."
Angelique grits her teeth, but the soft grunt of exertion to avoid those flames can be heard anyway, as she slides to the side. She's clumsy in the nightmare; perhaps her claims of not being any good at combat are true, indeed. But she nocks another arrow to her bow as she tries to steady her stance. "I'll be strong enough soon enough," she asserts.
Now some chant -- Solomon's hands, spread, and then low red eyes. "Do not trifle with me," he says to her. He doesn't step forward, as red fire lances through the nightmare. "I am here to improve you, my dear. To make you better -- to give you the power you need and have lost."
Alexander gazes around "What the hell is going on here...?"
"Trifle, Tio?" Angelique asks, with an arch of brow, though the expression holds nowhere near it's normal weight as she's forced again to duck and dodge. "Is that what this is?" The tone might be taken for mockery or even satire, if there wasn't so much depth behind it. "I don't mock," she growls out. "But I do... expect respect, Tio." Her arrow fires, weaker still than the last two, in her efforts to defend herself.
And then a slash through the air, and with it an arc of fire towards Angelique. "Respect?" Solomon asks. "I have deep respect -- that is why I am making you better!"
This time, that fire breaks over her, and while her defenses keep her from actually being burned, there's very visible recognition on Angelique's face that she's getting nowhere here. That she's going to fail. That she'll fall, and soon. But it doesn't stop one last frantic shot being sent his way, as she struggles to keep her footing. "Si," she manages to grit, through clenched teeth. "Then lets talk."
"Si," Solomon replies to Angelique. Mockery, perhaps, as he comes close to her, and that fire blooms again. "Talk, indeed."
Alexander says "...Oh "
"Is that not what you want? You know it's what I have been asking for, since the last time you broke into my home..." Angelique manages to curl a hint of laughter into those words, though there's nothing about her that's laughing as she struggles with the flames, and struggles just to keep standing. Pride holds her in place though, and anger sends that last arrow shooting his way, unwilling to concede before she must.
"Perhaps I just need to break into it again!" Solomon tells Angelique, and then splayed fingers and fire sprays. "I hear your altar is delightful: I may bind you there."
Angelique fades out of the nightmare.