Sehari vs. Cadence
Cadence sits down cross-leggedly all professionally like, and pulls out an old, leather-bound book. Flipping through it, he tries to formulate an idea... Finding a nice series of stories, he begins to mumble softly to himself as he skims down the pages. A small fire lizard pops into existence and zooms around the room shooting fire at little silvery threads that fall from the sky. Something tells you these little silvery things aren't exactly harmless. Just as the first one the fire lizard missed hits the ground, a hissing sound can be heard and the thread burns its way through the floor, squiggling out of sight. Looking up, you see hundreds more threads beginning to fall. The fire lizard disappears as quickly as it reappears and a large bronze dragon takes its place, swooping around the room belching fire before it zeroes in on Sehari and her thread magic...he can't seem to tell the difference between the dangerous silvery thread, and the magical threads that make up Cadence's magical opponent.
Sehari finishes setting aside her things, her eyes widening further and further as the story comes to life before her. Lips part slightly, engrossed in the tale unfolding before the sizzle and simmer of a silver streak hitting the floor jolts her from her reverie. Fingers clumsily grasp for the first thing they come in contact with: some loose threads from the sleeve of her gown. The sapphire sheen of the fibers begins to grow more vibrant as her nervous hands work, a serious of loose but efficient knots lining the thread. Slowly, the temperature around the room begins to drop as the impromptu tapestry grows in length and width, the dragon growing closer and closer, fire already threatening to singe her clothes and hair. Just as a pillar of flame seems about to engulf her, she holds the square of blue knots aloft, blazing just before a sheet of ice forms in to a shield the brunt of the attack from her form. Knowing the barrier will only hold so long against the searing heat of the dragon's attack, and the still audible sizzling of silver threads against the stone floor, a needle finds its way into one of her slender palms. She jabs sharply through the tapestry, once, twice, thrice, and so forth, all the while brow furrowed in harried concentration. As if formed by the very point of her needle, icicles burst from the icy wall, spearing the squiggly foes as well as intent on fending off the dragon.
Cadence slams his book shut so the dragon and rider blink out of existence before they are impaled by shards of ice. He looks about frantically as he tries to come up with some protection from the oncoming icicles. He spins around, a large castle building around him while his hair grows at an enormous rate. You think you catch a glimpse of a prince on a white horse trying to yell up at Cadence, but when you look again he is gone. Cadence, having no idea what he's done, is swept up higher and higher while the icicles shatter against the tall stone walls. Looking out fearfully through the window in the room he's created for himself, long locks of purple hair fall down, having already reached the ground, but still continue to grow. Before long the entire area will be completely covered with purple hair that threatens to strangle or suffocate any in the area. Cadence whimpers from the top of the tallest tower, not even entirely sure how he got himself up there.
Sehari still stands, peering out through the holes now formed in her ice shell due to the heat and humidity, water trickling around her ankles and slowly flooding the interior of the room. The massive amount of hair growing and tangling across the floor meets the liquid, the two different substances struggling for who will be the victor in their challenge to flood the room, quite literally, so the occupants will not survive. Standing on her tiptoes, head held high enough so that even as her body is slowly surrounded by the stuff she can still breathe, the elf plucks one of the hairs itself for her next spell. Fingers deftly knot the strand, lips pursed in between some soft mutterings that must be the makings of an incantation. The single hair is finally knotted entirely into a circle, and with her arm held above her head now the only thing visible of poor Sehari, she lets it drop to the floor. As soon as the enchanted silken ring hits the ground, a noise is heard, like suction. The gurgling grows louder, until its source becomes apparent as in the very middle of the guild hall a drain peeks through the wads of drenched hair, effectively sucking all of it in. Slowly the elf becomes visible again, wet but otherwise relatively unharmed, but the sucking continues, the force of it so hard, it threatens to topple Cadence even out of his tower if he doesn't somehow shed the hair now viciously being devoured by the magical drain.
Cadence hmms to himself, having finally figured out that his book flipped open to a fairy tale with a girl called Rapunzel, and that he must've glanced at it and reacted instinctively to get himself inside the nice safe stone walls. Not paying heed to his opponents activities while he was trying to figure out what he had done, left the poor green man entirely unaware when a sharp tug from his head does indeed send him toppling out the window on a very long fall downwards. Having left his book in the tower, Cadence tries to think as quickly as possible to save himself from having a very unpleasant crash. Remembering a story he loved when he was still a very young baby, he begins to recite it, leaving out a few unessential parts, and reciting in no particular order. "Gus is a bug" Cadence grows many more legs and looks much like a caterpillar. "Gus has fun in the mud" Large quantities of mud appear and block the drain. "Gus has fuzz" Cadence's long purple hair disappears. Pretty soon Cadence reverts to mumbling as he gets wrapped up into a cacoon and then comes out a very pretty butterfly that is quite able to stop its own fall. Cadence flutters around while Sehari finds that she has an incredibly strong desire to play in the mud also...and may in the near future end up wrapped in a cacoon as well.
Sehari has to stifle a giggle as the entire ordeal happens in front of her, never having wanted Cadence to get hurt, of course, and half envious of his butterfly wings now. As that thought forms in her mind, however, it's quickly replaced by this insane desire to roll in the mud. Just as she steps one slippered foot forward to trudge toward the sludge, the moth nestled in her ebony tresses stirs to life, hitherto undisturbed and looking very much as though it wasn't alive at all, but merely a hair decoration. Her thread-weaving familiar careens before her, quite too small to actually halt the elf, but the poof of sky blue dust it sends straight up Sehari's nose is enought to bring her to her senses. She stops just short of the mudhole, teetering on the edge before she rights herself, using moth's fluttering as inspiration. Reaching into her sleeve, she retrieves several fine gossamer strands of silk as fine as spiderweb, the practiced thread mistress easily piecing them into a small net of sorts. With a casual throw, she casts the net, literally, toward Cadence the butterfly, hoping to still whatever morphing magics might be emanating from him.
Cadence flutters happily, unaware of the net flying toward him. Within a few moments he's completely wrapped up in a spider's web and falls flat into the mud beneath him. Struggling for only a few moments he snaps his fingers and the two butterflies return to their normal forms with normal lengthed hair. The mud evaporates into nothingness, leaving the entrance to the MIF headquarters looking quite normal.
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