hold on to your heart
Last edited by Izayuki on 27th July 2016, 12:38 pm; edited 1 time in total
Clover Town - home to the pretty wizards of Blue Pegasus. It was a terribly monotonous Sunday and Lynn wasn’t very much in the mood to explore, so she decided she would return to Ace of Spades, where her guild was. Zlatan followed by her side in his adorable kitten form, observing the people of Clover as he wagged his small tail. This meant he was in a cheerful mood. They were walking towards the train station. She had been riding on Zlatan’s back so much she actually started missing the feel of traveling on trains. It wasn’t the way she lived life before, though.
As they reached the entrance of the station, the Sabertooth mage smiled. “Come boy. You’re going to get squashed under someone’s foot,” Lynn chuckled, picking up the small feline. He meowed as the ice wizard gently picked him up, cradling the furball in her arms as she gave him a peck on his mouth area. “You cute little thing,” she giggled. Then, she would continue walking further into the station, making her way through a horde of people looking at something she didn’t bother to check. What she actually checked was the board where the trains’ arrival times were written, and the train to Ace of Spades was coming in about half an hour. She thought she would buy some snacks for herself while she waited for it, and so she hurried to the stalls at one corner of the station. Zlatan was a big fan of fish cakes and if it weren’t for that one stall that was selling them, the poor kitty wouldn’t have anything to stuff in his tiny belly. “Look! They have your favorites!” Lynn exclaimed, pointing at the little packet of fish cakes that had Zlatan’s eyes sparkling with desire. She bought them straight away, then got snacks for herself as well. Afterwards, she returned to the waiting area, taking a seat on one of the benches, placing Zlatan right next to her on the bench. To her left was another bench with a girl sitting on it. She smiled and waved at her, then went ahead and opened the food packages, stuffing her face while Zlatan did the same.
A few minutes later, they had finished up everything they bought, bellies almost exploding. It was then that she noticed people stopping to pick up something - a jewel, at first, which turned into a leaf after being picked up. She frowned. What is this sorcery? Zlatan meowed at her side, noticing what she was looking at. A hint of a giggle entered her left ear. The girl? Subtly yet quickly, she averted her gaze to the girl sitting on the bench next to hers. She was indeed laughing at the disappointment of those who picked up the illusion. With a smirk, Lynn watched the amusing situation that was happening before her which she chuckled.
Disappointment flashed across her features when Lynn heard the word ‘kitty’. She knew whose mouth it came from, and she was certain who that person was calling a ‘kitty’. Zlatan was no ‘kitty’. To say it was an understatement of his abilities, was an understatement. Lynn’s vermillion orbs focused themselves onto the approaching female who seemed to be so pleased at the sight of Zlatan’s normal form. Of course he couldn’t appear in his true form in public. It would frighten those around him, especially children, though some children were curious and friendly. They weren’t frightened, they wanted to talk to Zlatan, which was really cute to watch for Lynn.
A few moments later, the stranger girl had gotten in quite close range with them, telling Zlatan that she could turn into a kitty herself, which made Lynn cough softly and give her a raised eyebrow. Of course she didn’t expect the girl to literally turn into a white furry foxy creature in a split second. She almost said something rude out of shock, but fortunately could stop herself from giving the girl - or an animal now - the wrong impression. Lynn watched the fox creature try to be friendly to Zlatan, who only took a step back and frowned. He wasn’t so friendly, as you could guess. Lynn coughed again, patting Zlatan’s little head before speaking to the girl. She wasn’t so familiar with her specie, so she decided to address her as only a human as this was what she was before she transformed into something else.
“Who might you be, girl?” she inquired, wanting to know who this girl was and why she was able to turn into a white fox just like that.
The ice dragon slayer blinked in confusion as the little furry creature answered her question with a name. It sounded quite familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on where exactly she had heard of it. Now that she looked carefully at it, she noticed that the girl hadn’t transformed into a fox, but a cat, just like Zlatan, but with white fur. “It’s very nice to meet you, Izayuki. My name is Lynn and this is Zlatan. Leon Zlatan, but Zlatan for short. I don’t know where I’ve heard of your name. Enlighten me?” Lynn said. Then the little white cat told her that she could address her as ‘Iza’ and that she was able to transform into whatever or whoever she wanted to be. Lynn’s eyes bulged in surprise. Anything at will? That was strange. She wondered if she could turn into actual human beings who already exist. That was bullshit! Who would be able to do that?
“And look at me now- I'm you~!”
“Holy shit,” Lynn swore under her breath. The girl had actually become her, Lynn, the Sabertooth mage. This could not be happening. Zlatan began to growl, trying to sound as fierce as it could be at the clone of his mistress. “Shh, boy, it’s fine. She’s just playing,” she told the angered kitten in a soothing tone. If she didn’t rub his head (which she was doing now), Zlatan would have turned into his actual form out of rage. “You have such a special ability, Iza. Do you mind going back to your original appearance? A lot of people are looking now,” said the ice wizard, whispering the last part. She continued to rub Zlatan’s little head.
She wouldn’t mind if the girl didn’t switch back to her normal form, but there were indeed a lot of people looking over at their bench, giving them confuzzled looks which Lynn didn’t feel like explaining about. Why was she even thinking about explaining anything to anyone? This wasn’t her doing anyway. Zlatan would still be glaring at the Lynn duplicate if she still stayed that way, so Lynn decided to have a conversation with her doppelganger. “Well, where are you from? Are you by any chance a mage?” she asked.
It was overwhelmingly disturbing to have someone with her face talk back to her. If you were observant, you would notice that Lynn had been sweating the whole time, and standing rather stiffly in an awkward way. Thankfully, the girl Iza transformed back to what she originally looked like, but with animal features. “Thank you,” Lynn said, in a softer tone than usual. Then, she would tell the people who had gathered to stare at the two Lynns to move along, which caused Lynn to clear her throat as she received the information of Iza being an Ace of the guild Black Rose. “Nice. And I am an ace of a guild as well. We call ourselves Paragons though ‘ace’ would be a more common way of saying it I guess. I’m from Sabertooth,” Lynn told her, petting Zlatan’s tiny head gently. “But it isn’t how I have heard of your name. Not because you’re an ace,” she said, not asking further if she didn’t want to tell her. Black Rose could be a dark guild for all she knew and Iza could be known for a bad reputation, although she highly doubted that. She didn’t look all too evil to Lynn. But Lynn of course had seen far more evil than this world will ever see.
Now that the crazy things were over with, Lynn had relaxed, the tension gone and Zlatan seemed to have returned to his good mood. The Sabertooth mage picked up her companion, holding him as she starting to walk, hoping the shape shifting girl would follow them. “Do you live here, Iza?” she would ask, the question actually meaning to ask what she was doing here. Lynn was curious to know. The kitten rubbed its face against Lynn’s chest, tickling her a bit, but not really. She giggled and bopped the kitten’s head playfully. “You did cause quite a scene back there. They must have been so confused seeing two of the same Rising Star.” Lynn laughed, but as she said the words ‘Rising Star’, she noticed a dark something flash to her left, which caused her to turn immediately. She caught a glimpse of what the flash might have been - a cloaked figure with a shiny mask. But it was gone in no time. Lynn turned back to Iza and smiled. “I think I’m hallucinating now,” she said.
The ice dragons slayer noticed the sudden peak of interest at the mention of her guild’s name. It seemed that Iza had known it, and even asked her if she knew the fire dragon slayer, earth mage and his pet! “Of course I do! They’re my guildmates,” she laughed. “They’re my family.” Iza was such a nice person with a cheerful vibe, Lynn would now view of all other Black Rose mages as the same - positive and friendly. “I’m sorry I don’t know anyone from your guild,” Lynn told her with a sheepish smile, as her eyes rested on the ground they stood on. Really, she should start meeting people from other guilds as well. Little did she know now that she was to be more than an Ace or Paragon though. Which meant that she needed to strengthen her alliance with those from the other guilds. Iza was, however, the first person she met from Black Rose, and Lynn will always remember that - an Ace and fellow Rising Star who could take whatever form she wanted.
“So that’s where it is, huh?” Lynn asked a rhetorical question, gazing at something in the distance as she thought. There were a lot of places in the world she had never heard of, let alone been to. Yet. She immediately turned and gave a subtle frown to her new friend when she sounded like Lynn being a Rising Star was new information. “Oh, you don’t know? I’m Rising Star numero uno,” she said with a wide grin as well. She wasn’t bragging and it was obvious with the look on her face. She was definitely proud of this achievement, and she never boasted of it like some other people she knew who did that…
But then she realised something. She wasn’t like this when she got the positions. Like this as in, she didn’t look the way she did now. Lynn had red hair and a scar over her face when she was first known as the top Rising Star. That explained why not many people recognized her after the big change that she underwent. While she was thinking of these things, she didn’t actually realise what was going on until Iza made a threat. Lynn’s crown of azure tresses perked up, immediately realising something wasn’t right. There were masked men surround them, for some strange reason, and they definitely didn’t appear friendly. There were roughly twenty of them and Zlatan began to growl softly in his cute kitten form. If needed, he was ready to switch to his more ferocious lion form. “Leave us, or there will be no mercy,” Lynn said in a voice that sounded like she meant business, her facial expression as hostile as the masked men appeared to be.
Lynn was, of course, thoroughly spooked by how such an innocent looking young girl like Izayuki could commit such an evil act. Sure these men were threatening them, but did she really have to do all that? The sight that unfurled before her very eyes made the blood in her veins rush with excitement, adrenaline prevalent in her being. What shocked her was the fact that she was using ice magic like her! Was she a slayer too? She was curious now. But she would keep that for later, now she would watch how this girl demonstrated ice magic in the loveliest way possible, like it was some sort of show. The Saber almost sat down, but realised that she might run out of energy or just stop anytime and might need the Ice Dragon Slayer’s help. Iza’s magic appeared to look like she had the freedom to do whatever she wanted with the element while Lynn’s gave her the chance to do what she was taught and trained to do. Who knows, maybe she might get that kind of freedom when she ranked higher. The sudden thought of it made her feel nauseous for some reason she did not know. Then the shapeshifting girl’s words alarmed her. ‘Look away,’ she said, but Lynn did the opposite. She had seen much more gory scenes in her life before, anyway. With a crazy grin, the Sabertooth wizard straightened herself, giving her a clap, then saying, “Alright,” when Iza asked if she could take care of the remaining.
Unlike Iza, Lynn did not care for information passed by their enemies. She was the type to look for clues as she did not trust anyone other than her pet Zlatan, even though at times he can be mean to her, but that has nothing to do with trust. With a thought message to the brave animal, she had ordered him to do what he was so good at. From a little grey cat, Zlatan transformed into a gigantic lion, king of the jungle and Lynn’s guardian. “Lovely,” she commented, watching the ferocious predator spread his wings out like an angel before steadying himself on the ground and producing a thunderous roar that would scare the life out of the ten masked men who were left by Iza. She did not care enough to hear Iza interrogating one of them and so she did not Zlatan to leave that one be. Instead, all ten of them would fall limp to the ground, paralyzed in a way. Zlatan would then let out an unsatisfied grunt, before transforming back to his kitten form and climbing onto Lynn’s shoulder. “Well, looks like that’s done with, let’s move on,” said Lynn, clapping her hands together and strutting towards nowhere in particular. Obviously she had forgotten that these masked men could be a potential threat to the town, which as a Rising Star she could not let it slide so easily like this. Halting in her tracks, the Ice wizard turned and glanced around, smelling something unfamiliar and ugly.
A man tad in gold appeared out of nowhere, approaching them in a sage manner, looking at his feet the whole time before looking up, stopping almost exactly half a meter away from them. He appeared to look like someone important. “Who are you?” Lynn asked, of course.
“That is a secret that I will reveal if you can beat me, seeing how you were able to defeat my underlings with so much ease. I knew they were useless anyway,” said the mysterious figure in a voice that sounded like scraping sandpaper. Lynn looked at Iza, knowing what they were supposed to do now.
The others that appeared after the man told them how he thought the other men that faced the wrath of Izayuki were useless, also faced the wrath of Izayuki. However this time around, she had a new set of tricks that did not have the ice element. Creepers emerged from the ground underneath the enemies, wrapping around them all the way up to their necks where they tightened enough to snap their heads off. What a sight. The thorns on the creepers poked the skins of the men, drawing blood but before there could be a lot of it, the thorns returned to the origins, that is the ground. The action was rather abrupt, making Lynn wonder what it was all about. Lynn only heard three words Iza said before the creepers came into existence. The fact that what she said: ‘Queen of Hearts’, did not make sense when matched with the creepers, not even in the slightest was bothering her quite a bit. Clearly, Lynn had forgotten all about the story Alice in Wonderland to make any connection between anything that Iza was doing. Soon after she had also teleported to the man in golden wear, saying something Lynn didn’t quite catch, but could guess when the man said, “Ha ha ha! You actually thought that you could intimidate me with what you did to my underlings!? Ha! I will laugh in your dead face when I finish playing with you,” with a very mocking tone. “And you, too,” he added, turning to Lynn, and then widening his eyes in mild shock as he saw the incredibly wide grin on Lynn’s face.
“Of course. I will be joining the party too,” said Lynn, right in the moment before she ran towards him at full speed to give him a big ass punch in the face. Whether he survived or not would decide how he would be handled throughout the battle. The Ice Dragon Slayer was knocked back with the force of her own punch and landed on all fours at the spot that she was standing at. Of course, he was unfazed by this, with his incredibly strong armor, she guessed, with the shiny golden getup. “Alright, looks like we got ourselves someone who we can actually play with without having him die in the middle of our enjoyment,” she said with a laugh. She was truly satisfied.
“Do not think of me lightly. I am the Golden Sword of the Masked Guild! You will regret this,” he replied to Lynn, which made her burst out in laughter.
“Really!? That makes it even cooler! I can say ‘I defeated the Golden Sword of the Masked Guild!’” said the Ice Dragon Slayer in an excited manner, almost clapping her hands together like a satisfied ten year old girl. Zlatan let out a soft grunt, now that he was in a lion form and all. Lynn began to count the seconds until she decided what to do. The first thing she felt like doing was detaching his balls, but that might have been too cruel for a start. So she cleared her throat as if to clear her mind, which worked most of the time, including this time as well. The man with the scimitar let out a laugh like he was amused, which was good. He was underestimating her. Good. It’s good to exceed expectations.
“Really girl? Then come at me,” he said, twirling his weapon in his hand, the scimitar rotating smoothly like he had been doing it all his life, twirling scimitars. Lynn jerked her head to one side and then to the other, out of habit, producing super loud cracking noises that probably would shock some people nearby.
“Yeah really,” Lynn said, freezing the battlefield with a thought, the temperature nearing absolute zero. The enemy would begin to shudder, a chilling feeling all over their body. She knew that Izayuki would not be affected by this since she was an ice mage too, and Zlatan was so used to this that he was not fazed in the slightest. “You need to chill,” she told the ‘Golden Sword’ who was shivering for a moment, but it did not take long for him to stop shivering. It was still extremely cold, but thanks to the resistance he had grown to magic by rank, he was only slowed, with his attack and movement speeds slowed down as well.
Of course more people appeared now, from the Masked Guild’s side, materialising literally out of nowhere to assist their so called ‘Golden Sword’ who was now on the verge of freezing over, or so Lynn thought. The Ice Dragon Slayer stood still as the incoming units marched straight towards them, one of them striking at the earth with his weapon, causing a large crack that opened up to form an enormous crack right at the train station, disturbing the movement of the trains behind them and minor earthquake as everything in the path of the crack shook violently. Both Lynn and Izayuki found their escapes from falling to their death as the two of them activated flight. Wings made out of pure ice sprouted from Lynn’s back, flapping loudly as she ascended above ground, barely missing the crack. Zlatan on the other hand took flight as well, moving sideways, away from them so that he was not interfering with their battle since Iza and Lynn were enough to take care of this ‘Masked Guild’. Izayuki then asked Lynn to take care of the Golden ‘Butterknife’ or whatever. This made her laugh. “Oh I will, dear,” she told her and then slowly landed on the side of the chasm that the Golden ‘Butterknife’ was on. Seeing that he was not going to survive this, said opponent slowly walked backwards, while Lynn strode towards him, freezing the water vapor in the air near her hands and assembling the ice that formed into a sword, which even if it was weak, was good enough to fight. The air would become so dry that it would be hard for the Golden Sword to breathe.
“You don’t deserve your title. Let me rename you,” Lynn started as soon as she was close enough for him to hear her. “How about, just a ‘Sword’?” she said as she slashed across his torso and face, breaking the mask that hid his face and stripping him of the clothes he was recently wearing. She was too fast for him to evade, especially since he was slowed by her aura. Laughing like a maniac, Lynn retracted her hands from his reach, since he tried cutting the ice-made weapon with his scimitar. “Oh I have a better name!” she said a few moments later, now deactivating her armor so that the icy bits that clung to his skin now melted, making it look like he was sweating, even though it was just water from the ice that melted. “How about ‘Rusty Sword’ now? Since water and metal makes rust?” Lynn was not sure if he knew of this reaction, but she said it anyway. Surely he would have seen rust in his life before. “Not so sharp anymore, are you?” she asked, instantly reactivating her aura, causing the water on his body to freeze to form a layer of ice that sparkled under sunlight. It looked like she was having fun now, just toying with the man who waved his scimitar around like a madman, mumbling words she could not make out. This disappointed her to some extent.
Lynn moved back a bit and opened her arms as if she was inviting him to attack her, which she was. “Clearly, you have a few more tricks up your sleeve. Don’t tell me you’re useless now. Are you really rusty?” she taunted, a smirk creeping onto her lips as she said so. Even though her arms were wide open, they were flexible and prepared to parry any form of attack that he might try to pull. This seemed to have worked, since he requiped his scimitar into a katana, and a mask formed on his face. The wings that he had not bothered to use now stretched outwards sharply in a split second, impressive Lynn to the extent that she grinned. “Alright, that looks more like it,” she said, the sword in her hand dispersing into a million tiny shards of ice and now, a new weapon formed out of ice for her to use, a bow and quiver containing five arrows. Instead of giving him time to take flight, Lynn did it first, rising into the air and looking down at him. She could feel the hostility growing even stronger as he came to the sky as well. They had left the establishment through a window-like hole in the ceiling that was only covered by weak metal mesh that Lynn broke through easily, followed by Rusty (her nickname for him now). She snatched an arrow from her quiver and held it against her bow, ready to fire. Three arrows would be enough to take him down, she was sure. “Come on, Rusty,” she said once again to make him angry, “Show me what you’re made of.”
The enemy’s blood boiled with anger as he charged straight for Lynn, slashing violently at Lynn who broke into piece of ice and teleported ten meters at his six o’clock. From that point, she would take aim and fire a single arrow at him immediately, the tip of the weapon connecting with his back, straight at his backbone, instigating him to scream in pain and yank out the arrow from his back, blood oozing out of the wound as she broke the arrow and threw it forcefully towards the ground. “Grumpy Rusty?” Lynn laughed, but before she could say anything more, he had shot through the air like a bullet straight for her and thrusted his katana to her torso, which Lynn evaded by rotating sideways so she was behind him. Then, she would grab another arrow from her quiver and stab it in his chest from behind, aiming for his heart, but missing it just slightly. Once she finished this action, she would immediately kick his back and flip herself backwards in the air with the momentum, taking another arrow and holding it against her bow, aiming it straight for Grumpy Rusty as she waiting for his following action from a few meters away. “Turn around now, my friend.”
Thank god he was not that stupid enough to turn around when she told him to. Instead, he dipped towards the roof of the station, producing a loud thud in the zinc that the roof was made of. She changed her aim, firing another arrow at his current position and missed by almost a centimeter. He was really weak already with two wounds in his body. Another one in a vital area and he was done for. The Ice Dragon Slayer lowered herself in the air, getting closer to the roof then landed on it, her feet gently touching the dented plane. “Are you well?” she asked in a mocking tone, then fired another arrow, which missed as Grumpy Rusty gave way to his trembling feet, falling on his knees as the arrow missed his head by a second. That left only one arrow in her quiver and she didn’t bother to use it straight away. Grabbing the arrow and dropped her bow, Lynn slowly walked towards the man, carefully since she would lose balance and fall off the roof if she was not carely. “There, there, let me end it for you. The pain…” she said, lifting his chin and jabbing the last arrow into his neck, and that was the end of him. He was too weak to fight back, so her job was done here. She returned to Iza’s side now, noticing that she had almost finished with her job too.
For some time, Lynn was watching Izayuki tormenting the remaining ones. She reached the other Ice Slayer just as she was licking some blood off her claws. Lynn did not very much enjoy the taste of human blood. The coppery smell already made her want to clean it off or something, let alone taste it. Iza was on a whole new level. “Looks like you’ve done your part,” she said with a smirk, looking at the distant silhouettes of the ones that had fled from them. They seemed to have scared some cowardly men off. Well it was smart of them to leave, though. Otherwise they were going to follow the fates of their ‘Golden Sword’ or whatever, and the rest of those that were now lying in pools of blood on the floor of the train station. Since she was only free now to take a look at the situation, she noticed that Iza and herself were the only ones in the station now. Everyone had probably left because of their crazy fighting going on, and they were scared they would die if they did not flee. The Ice Dragon Slayer grinned maniacally. Were they that wild? She thought they might still have had some audience. Guess not. For the record, she had never had a fight without audience, so that was kind of new, a first of sorts. She wondered if that was the same for Izayuki. Zlatan wagged his tail on the bench in his kitten form, looking over at Lynn and giving her a meow, as if to tell her not to forget about him. Lynn winked at him.
But the moment she made the wink was like the moment she awakened something. Or did she? The man behind her that she had cut the throat of moved...slightly, but he was not supposed to be alive at all. Why was he moving? Why was he able to move? Lynn noticed this because of the sound that he made while he tried to move. The rubbing of his lazy legs on the floor made this noise, causing her to turn towards him with a lethal look. “You...are still breathing?” she asked in a shaky hushed tone. The shakiness was from the anger that she was feeling towards him. Fists clenched at her side, fury began to build up inside of her. She slit his throat, but maybe it was smaller than it was supposed to be, or it did not cut through the vein. She did not really aim to cut it, but it seemed she should have because now her mistake had made her regret being careless. She would have to finish him off once and for all. If he did not die this time, she would die of shame, for failing two times. So she would walk up towards him, footfalls getting louder as she did, her left hand slowly rising to grab what remained of his shirt, pulling him up to eye level and giving him a deathly look. “Mark my words. This is the last face you will ever see,” she hissed into his face, then with the weapon that laid by his side, she cut his head off neat and clean.