EVE'S HEART

[aprettygirl]

A dark veil slips over you, obscuring your vision; it’s cool and clinging, and blocks out all outside sensation. You drift downward . . . as you do, you grow more and more aware of the pulse of your own heartbeat, until it’s a ringing, unpleasant throb in your ears.

. . . after some time, it’s interrupted by a soft splash, and you feel solid rock underfoot.

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Re: flesh (a fogged road)

[aprettygirl]

She doesn't answer. She leaps over his limb, a gun in her hand, point straight at the heart of him, and pulls the trigger --

Misfire.

Re: flesh (a fogged road)

[decider]

[flares brighter again, that acrid smell washing over her.]

Find a sword fast, if you think it will help.

[collapses back into white fire, running along the ground towards her as if across oil and leaving the orange of true flame behind him.]

Re: flesh (a fogged road)

[aprettygirl]

The fire he leaves sputters, and doesn't seem to want to catch -- but it does catch, if erratically.

She hurls the useless gun at him and gets moving, leading him on a chase; a series of metallic clicking sounds coming from her body all the while.

Re: flesh (a fogged road)

[decider]

[I. I hope that body isn't mechanical, if he gets close it's not going to work out super well. CHASING FASTER THAN A HORSE CAN RUN, leaving as much fire in his wake as he can, weaving in between the lamps to see if he bumps into anything in the fog.]

Re: flesh (a fogged road)

[aprettygirl]

She isn't falling apart, but she seems to be shedding metal as she goes, debris of weapons, all mechanical --

He's catching up.

Re: flesh (a fogged road)

[decider]

[tries to trip her again, roaring up behind her even faster.]

Re: flesh (a fogged road)

[aprettygirl]

She falls, twisting -- she does have a sword, but it's not like any of Eve's weapons are spelled --

This will end quickly.

Re: flesh (a fogged road)

[decider]

[yeah, not savoring this one; wrapping around her as fast as possible, smothering her in fire as he savagely rips at her.]

Re: flesh (a fogged road)

[aprettygirl]

When she dies, the area changes.