Aryne vs. Cadence
Aryne steps into the middle of the shop, flashing a devious grin at Cadence as she gives a perfunctory glance at her oh so perfect nails. She buffs them quickly against her shirt just for show and wraps her fingers about her staff, a sly smile pulling at the corners of her lips as she taps it against the floor three times, uttering a softly spoken word as she does. The door slams shut, as do the windows, each locking themselves as they do. The whole shop begins to shimmer and you notice the counter and floor filling up with dozens upon dozens of clay pots, each vessel containing only the most dazzling and brilliant hues of ooey gooey fingerpaint! The mischievous elf stifles an amused giggle and turns her staff over, once more tapping it against the floor, looking on in smug satisfaction as the paints within each pot seem to begin to boil. A hazy vapor rises from each pot, soon filling the entire shop with an ever thickening fog of a myriad of colors, ranging through the entire spectrum in a dazzling array. One might wonder what in the name of Karn Ary thinks she is doing, playing with paints when she is supposed to be dueling, but after all, she is the Archmage, would you dare question her intent? Soon it becomes apparent though that she isn't merely playing a child’s game, but preparing a most unusually fun sort of attack, for as the fog thickens you realize the iridescent vapors are highly toxic, sure to choke the very breath from your body should you not be rid of them.
Cadence jumps up and down excitedly as the paint starts to appear. Reaching both hands into pots and smearing paint everywhere within hands reach, he starts to make a downright nuisance of himself. Before long he realizes that the paint is making him a bit high. Feeling even less restrained, he starts dancing about in the swirl of colors. Upon realizing that Ary was not just giving him a playground, Cadence ponders over what he should do about these toxic fumes. All of a sudden a horrid idea comes to him. Pouting, he pulls two now colorful sticks from his hair and begins beating them together. Weird squishing and mushing sounds come from all around you, but you cannot see anything in the fog of colorfulness. As you begin to wonder what on Kuri that noise could be, you feel strings and bristles running across your body, attempting to clean you. Mobs, brooms, buckets, and brushes zoom around the room, scrubbing and brushing and cleaning in synchronization with Cadence's steady rhythm. Before long, all the fog and colors and pots are completely clean. Once everything is all spick n span, the cleaning instruments narrow in on Aryne. Scrubbing and brushing and swirling and squeaking, they all rush towards Aryne with a vicious cleaning intent.
Aryne has a horrible flashback for a moment of herself and Skye and Jaxy trying to control the sanitation of the road not so long ago. She shakes her head, clearing the memory from her mind and focuses on the task at hand. A soft chuckle emits from her barely parted lips as she quickly realizes the best defense against vicious cleaning supplies is a large mess to distract them! With a smooth motion she lifts her staff and whirls it about over her head, knocking over jars and vials and all kinds of spiffy stuff from the counter ands shelves. Within moments the whole shop is a chaotic mess and the cleaning implements are merrily distracted. Aryne turns her gaze to Cadence with a sweet smile. In fact, the longer you look, the sweeter her smile seems. Almost too sweet! Hmm, what could she be up to now? Slender fingers unclench, letting her staff drop at her feet as she places her hands on her hips, "Oooo, that so does it Cadence! Look what you made me do!" She points to where a broken vial sputters and fizzes upon the floor, leaving an odd green stain, "That stain will never come out!" She shakes her head in disgust, flailing her arms as she stalks about the shop, griping and complaining each step of the way. As she carries on her tone grows harsher and harsher, and soon you may lose all sense of self worth and dignity beneath her hateful berating.
Cadence cowers under Aryne's wrath. Dropping to the floor he curls up in a little ball and starts chanting as loud as he can. "If I can't hear her she's not mad, If I can't hear her she's not mad, If I can't hear her..." Cadence's voice projects itself louder and louder with each time he repeats himself. Before long the windows are shaking and the glass that is still intact begins to shatter. You realize that the noise is coming from some power within him as opposed to his vocal cords. The rhythmic sounds seep into your body, threatening to burst your eardrums and are definitely impairing your ability to think. As the decibels increase, the building begins to shake. The few scattered items that Aryne did not knock off the shelves now fall to the ground with thuds, shatters, and other random noises. If something isn't done soon, the entire shop will be ripped apart and left in a big rubbish pile on top of everyone in it.
Aryne frowns as a piece of shattered glass hurtles past her, the jagged edge cutting into her delicate flesh, marring her oh so perfect skin! Her dark eyes narrow as her gaze falls upon Cadence, her tongue flicking across her fangs as she ponders paybacks for this most heinous crime. Without a second thought she lunges forward, her slender form moving with unnatural speed as she prepares to tackle her noisy opponent. Her lips move in a soft chant, coming unbidden as her rage consumes her. Just as she draws near to the ever vocal sorcerer the air about her begins to shimmer, just as it does when she pulls her standard vanishing act. Sure enough, the devious Archmage disappears from sight, a soft chuckle cutting through the cacophony of chaos her opponent has created. Through the turbulence it soon becomes clear that she's done the obvious, her form shimmering back into sight behind Cadence, a slender hand reaching for his shoulder. The ring upon her finger begins to glow, the thin ivory band gaining in brilliance with each passing second. It doesn't take long for the light to become so dazzling to be most distracting. Just as you might wonder what purpose all the flash and pizzazz might hold, Cadence notices the whisper soft sensation of warm breath upon his neck. Can he react quickly enough to stop the apparently hungry vampiress from making a tasty treat of him? Surely in her rage, she may not have the ability to keep from draining him dry.
Cadence shuts his mouth and as he does so, the shop stops shaking and the roof and walls remain standing steady. Gasping softly, he realizes the change in Ary's position and attitude. Without stopping to blink, Cadence rolls over and pushes out with his feet and hands, not knowing what they might hit, but figuring they might help keep his neck out of fangs' way. Grabbing for his drum sticks, he tries to scurry backwards. With a quick clap of his hands, the sticks zoom around and around Aryne, messing up her hair, threatening to put it in a tangled rats nest, dissaligning her clothes, and being quite annoying. For some reason, Cadence doesn't think zooming sticks will improve a hungry vampiress' mood...but it might buy him some time.
Aryne curses, falling into a low crouch as Cadence rolls away, her eyes watching as the sticks zoom about her. She can't help but smirk as her hair remains perfectly in place, as it always does thanks to her natural magic. She arches a slender brow as her clothing is tousled out of place, revealing a good bit of cleavage in the process. She glances down, taking a moment to admire the view as she readjusts her top, then one slender hand whips out, long fingers clenching tightly about the sticks with a firm grip. She rises to her feet, dusting herself off as she levels her gaze on Cadence, a most adorable pout forming on her lips, "Oh come now, Uewe never complains when I bite him!" She winks and tosses him his sticks, "That was fun, we'll have to do it again."
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